### Chapter: 302
God of Creation Weapons
The ultimate form of the Raging Dragon Strike perfected by the former Tuhwang.
But even the great Tuhwang had never managed to achieve the God of Creation Weapons.
So, what did Kraush have to do to learn this God of Creation Weapons?
It was something completely unexpected.
“Are you saying I should go in there?”
“That’s right.”
Kraush turned his gaze to the location pointed out, and there lay an abyss of darkness.
To be precise, it was an endlessly deep chasm situated between valleys.
Even throwing a stone wouldn’t yield a sound; it was that deep.
Tuhwang, Durandal, was now telling Kraush to jump down there.
Kraush’s face reflected pure confusion.
Well, that was understandable.
After all, he’d been taken here under the impression it was the best training spot.
Instead, Durandal had dragged him to this lawless zone.
Initially, he thought they’d be training at the World Tree, but Durandal didn’t stop and kept dragging Kraush further.
Days passed as they traversed the endless plains, and finally, they arrived at a place.
This place was known as the Demonic Bastion.
Or, in other words, the Rift of Worlds.
It referred to a split area with an endless chasm running along either side.
As Kraush turned his head, he felt the wind rising from the valley where no bridge existed.
The strong winds that arose in the Demonic Bastion were so powerful they could collapse any bridge built across.
Because of this, one had to avoid actions like trying to jump over the chasm as if using flight magic.
One mistake could lead to being swept away by the Demonic Bastion’s wind, sending them to a place of no return.
And now, Durandal was insisting that he go down there.
Before his regression, Kraush had never had the chance to visit this Demonic Bastion.
Similarly, Arthur had shown little interest in it, explaining why he’d been an indifferent observer all this time.
The only merit you could gain from the Demonic Bastion was one title—the one who returned alive from the Demonic Bastion.
No one knew what lay below, nor did anyone know if there was a true end to it.
“Wouldn’t it be better to reconsider?”
“Seems like you’re feeling chatty today.”
“It’s just that I have a bit of claustrophobia.”
“I’ve heard about how you flutter around like a butterfly from long ago.”
Who knew the image he had built in the past would gnaw at him now?
Kraush let out a deep sigh, reflecting a gloomy expression.
He’d stopped whining at this age.
He knew very well that a tough path lay ahead of him anyway.
“Learning the God of Creation Weapons means I need to survive the Demonic Bastion too. It’s only fair to have such conditions, right?”
“Pretty much.”
To learn the God of Creation Weapons, there was no avoiding it.
If you can’t run away, you might as well enjoy it, right?
Taking a deep breath, Kraush stood at the precipice of the chasm.
Thud—
The stones at Kraush’s feet clicked and rolled down into the depths of the Demonic Bastion.
Of course, the sound of the stones hitting the ground never reached him.
Fwwooosh—
Instead, the sound of the wind brushed against Kraush’s ears as it passed by.
“Kraush student, the Demonic Bastion, or the Rift of Worlds, is the place closest to the heart of the world.”
This Rift was deeper than even the ocean’s greatest depths.
No one knew when or why this Rift had formed.
But only one person knew—Durandal.
“The Demonic Bastion is a trace of the world releasing its internal power to combat the World Erosion.”
The internal power referred to was none other than Aura.
As the World Erosion invaded and wreaked havoc across the land, the world released its power in response.
That power was Aura, which was spread throughout the world.
Kraush, surprised by this unexpected information, reacted slightly.
“Are you saying it’s the world’s defense system?”
“That’s right. In fact, Kraush student, you already know the effects of Aura against the World Erosion better than anyone else.”
Of course, he knew.
Thanks to Aura, Kraush had survived several crises up until now.
Aura had always been the strongest measure against World Erosion.
“So, Aura wasn’t always present in the world, huh?”
“It wasn’t completely absent. After all, Aura is the power of the world itself. However, after the World Erosion began, the world judged it needed more and emitted Aura at a level we could feel.”
Saying that, Durandal stood alongside Kraush at the edge of the chasm.
“So deep within the Demonic Bastion, a large amount of Aura is distributed. From the midpoint onward, you will start to truly feel the abundant Aura.”
Kraush finally understood why Durandal had chosen this place for training.
“You mean to expand my capacity to hold Aura.”
“Exactly.”
To utilize the God of Creation Weapons, he needed to transform Aura into armor.
Naturally, a massive amount of Aura had to be consumed in the process, meaning he needed to have enough Aura to complete it.
At that moment, Kraush becoming the Dragon King had greatly increased his capacity.
If he also combined it with the nature of Avelasque and the powers of the Four Seasons, there was a good chance he could hold even more Aura.
“To complete the God of Creation Weapons, you must reach the end point. Otherwise, you won’t be able to fully wield the God of Creation Weapons.”
Even Durandal hadn’t reached that end point.
So, Durandal would place his hopes in Kraush, the heir to the Tuhwang he recognized.
“That’s why I’m telling you to be careful once you pass the midpoint. An unimaginable world will unfold.”
“I’ve been living a life more shocking than I can imagine every day, so I think I’ll manage.”
Finishing that, Kraush took a deep breath.
Then, with a light jump, he leaped into the chasm.
He felt weightless.
Due to gravity, Kraush’s body began to rapidly descend.
It was as if darkness itself was engulfing Kraush.
But he wasn’t planning to fall blindly into the abyss.
No matter who you were, falling at this speed wouldn’t end well.
So, Kraush rotated in mid-air and swung a fiery strike behind him.
The explosion of flames engulfed Kraush as he drew near the wall of the chasm.
The moment the wall came into view, Kraush immediately plunged Thunder Sword into it.
The heated blade of Thunder Sword cleanly bit into the wall.
KAGAGAGA—
Kraush’s speed lessened slightly thanks to the Thunder Sword.
He then drew his sword back out and began descending once more.
Kraush kept repeating this action to maintain a steady velocity.
Hoo-oo—
Occasionally, the wind would try to push Kraush upward.
During those times, he had no choice but to leave the Thunder Sword anchored and wait for the wind to die down.
“Managing stamina is important.”
Kraush pulled a small piece of jerky from his pocket and popped it into his mouth.
This was a special jerky made with magic.
With just one piece, he felt fully satisfied and stored the rest of the jerky, continuing his descent.
“Going down is already a big deal. Climbing back up is going to be even worse.”
Kraush took a quick glance upward.
It was so infinitely high above that he couldn’t see anything.
Thinking about having to climb back up made his mind go blank.
[ I could just grow wings and fly up, right? ]
“What person has wings?”
[ Aren’t you not a person? ]
“Touché.”
Kraush reluctantly agreed.
Still, even though he wasn’t strictly human now, he had no clue how to handle wings.
Squeak!
Just then, Kraush heard an indignant reaction from the corpse rat, now scared in his pocket.
Somehow, the little fellow had wriggled free, clinging desperately to Kraush’s clothes, wide-eyed in surprise.
Ebelesque, too, exhibited a look of bewilderment.
[ What is this…? ]
Crimson Garden felt the same way.
At the moment of their surprise, Kraush accidentally let out a sound.
What he felt was an intense power of Aura enveloping him.
Indeed, as Durandal had said, it was a massive amount of Aura.
[ So, is this the midpoint now? ]
Amazing that after dropping this low, it was still only the midpoint.
The corpse rat’s body began to slowly turn white, igniting as it went.
Kraush realized that Ebelasque’s necromancer magic was waning.
If the rat’s eyes disappeared, the two World Erosions would no longer have a clue about him.
Noticing this, Kraush carefully tucked the corpse rat back into his pocket.
“Ebelasque, Crimson Garden.”
Before the corpse rat could completely turn white, Kraush smiled.
“I’ll be back.”
“Squeak.”
[ Make sure to return safely. ]
With both their responses echoing in his mind, the corpse rat froze completely.
Kraush looked down into the abyss once more.
The sheer volume of Aura wrapping around him was astonishing.
[ Is this how World Erosions feel within the World Erosion? ]
Kraush had learned the Extreme Blood Poison, so he’d experienced handling the power of World Erosion himself.
Yet the feeling of the Demonic Bastion seemed to concentrate the power much more.
At some point, the Aura began to visibly shimmer before his eyes.
The power that was once invisible started to materialize.
“If the World Erosions get in here, they’ll be utterly incinerated.”
Kraush realized this fact and had long since converted the World Erosion’s power into Aura using the Seasons.
Otherwise, Kraush would have been the one getting burned.
Before he knew it, the number of shimmering Auratic mists had begun to increase.
However, Kraush had yet to actively absorb any Aura.
He was doing so to reach the end point, just as Durandal had instructed.
As Kraush sped his descent through the swirling Aura, the materialized Aura began to block his sight, wrapping him in a world of pure white.
As everything turned white around him, Kraush felt as if he was trapped in a frozen world, even the sense of lightness he had felt before started to feel fake.
“Ugh!”
Kraush squeezed his eyes shut as penetrating light hit them.
As he hurriedly opened his eyes again, he saw the ground before him.
‘Is this the end point?’
If his timing had been even a second later, he could have fallen.
Kraush quickly twisted his body and landed.
The power he came down with was so immense that he slid a bit before eventually coming to a stop.
It felt like the soles of his shoes were burning off.
As he slowly lifted his head, Kraush was met with a sight he never expected to see.
“What… the hell is this?”
Flames burned bright red.
And within those flames, countless houses were collapsing.
The sky was choked with thick, black clouds and smoke.
Screams echoed from all directions.
Finally, far above him, a shining white light descended slowly from the heavens.
Kraush recognized the identity of this white knight.
The greatest entity born from the World Erosion to devour the world.
The Conqueror’s White Knight.
“…Shit.”
The very scene Kraush had witnessed before his regression.
The world advancing toward destruction unfurled before him.
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