Chapter: 123
“Ah! Ahhh! Baby, baby!”
With each spirit that died, she instinctively felt the loss of her children, the spirits. Almost driven to madness, she felt powerless as her children were perishing.
If she completely lost her sanity, the other spirits would also be corroded by dark magic, turning into dangerous beings no different from monsters.
Therefore, she had to hold tightly onto the slightest flicker of reason. Enduring pain that felt like her body was being torn apart while waiting for salvation, she found herself in a state where she couldn’t even think straight.
Kugukung, clink!
Her overwhelming power shook the space around her. Lian crouched down, driving the Demon Sword into the ground.
Creak, creak.
The glamorous chandelier hanging from the ceiling swayed back and forth. The light illuminating the room flickered like a scene from a horror movie. Lian looked up at the Spirit’s Mother, who was exuding dark energy.
‘Hmm, what do I do now?’
“Oh wow, quite impressive!”
Lian was taken aback by the excited spirit, while the Demon Sword admired the grand entrance of the spirit.
Whooosh!
Meanwhile, black energy began swirling around the spirit’s body. It was a power unlike dark magic; the dark spirit’s energy gathered into a form as large as her upper body. There seemed to be at least dozens of them, obscuring the sight of the spirit.
“Gargandoa, can you subdue her without injury?”
“Spirits reincarnate anyway after they die. So just go ahead and kill her easily.”
“That’s not happening. I promised I’d bring her back safely!”
Just before Lian finished his sentence, the violently turbulent air suddenly calmed, creating an eerie calm before the storm.
Zing!
Dozens of spheres pulsed like hearts before beginning to pour directly towards Lian.
Boom! Whoosh! Bang!
Lian quickly rolled to evade the onslaught of attacks. Like homing missiles, they followed closely behind him.
Boom! Smash! Kugukung!
Narrowly missing him, deadly attacks crashed down where Lian had just been. With the spirit unable to cause direct harm to him, his only option was to dodge.
The Demon Sword, created solely to crave bloodshed, was designed primarily for killing. Thus, the idea of “capturing without injury” was something it had never even imagined.
While the Demon Sword contemplated possible methods, Lian danced like he was avoiding attacks.
The problem was that his dance wasn’t the elegant dance of nobles but rather a slightly cheeky, mocking dance.
Reflecting on how he’d once dodged the dark sorceress Mia’s attack by bending his waist into a C shape, he stepped and twisted his body flexibly.
“Uhh… refreshing.”
In the meantime, a bizarre scene unfolded as the black spheres, caught in a comedic filter, hovered in the air, doing gymnastics alongside Lian.
Had the spirit retained enough sanity to perceive the absurd sight, it would surely have been shocked back to its senses.
Even without reason, facing someone who dodged every attack like a cockroach would instinctively lead the spirit to stop throwing black spheres.
“Ah…”
Lian raised his head to meet the gaze of the spirit again.
Unlike the youthful spirits, she bore an appearance too similar to a human: long flowing black hair, eyes filled with rage, an expression radiating lethal intent, and—covering up her beautiful figure—a giant chest.
Staring at the enormous chest that was almost frightening in size, Lian’s mind went blank in an instant.
With a quick motion, the spirit summoned a sword made from dark energy and charged toward Lian. If ranged attacks wouldn’t work, she’d just approach and attack directly.
In that moment, just as the spirit raised her sword to strike Lian’s neck with a dazed expression…
Faced with her voluptuous chest so close, Lian couldn’t help but recall someone.
“…Mom?”
“…!”
Due to the comedic world’s rules, he had never seen the significant details closely, but he could tell the shape and size despite her clothes.
Lian could confidently say he had never seen anyone with a chest as big as his mother’s in his entire life.
Upon encountering something he thought had belonged exclusively to his mom, saying “Mom” slipped out of his mouth reflexively.
Realizing it too late, he noticed the spirit’s sword was already inches from him. Lian internally screamed.
If his head came off, putting it back together wouldn’t be easy. His body would be completely defenseless while he tried to fix it. If attacked further during that time, it would take forever to recover.
Reassemblance would be as tedious and time-consuming as piecing together a 100-piece puzzle. Lian didn’t want to deal with that hassle.
“Gah, Gargandoa, why aren’t you doing anything?!”
The Demon Sword, which usually took charge in dangerous situations, stayed silent, making Lian’s face twist in confusion.
“Well—…”
Before he could even hear the rest of the Demon Sword’s response, pure white light flashed, and everything turned dark.
“Uhh!”
A soft, cushy, yet suffocating weight covered Lian’s face.
“Attacking when the opponent is letting their guard down is just ‘lame’.”
Alongside the Demon Sword’s words, the heavy attack knocked Lian back. Instead of expecting to crash to the ground, he found himself floating gently. At the same time, the darkness obscuring his face dissipated.
“U-um?”
As Lian mumbled, he tried to comprehend the sudden change. His face was half-buried between the spirit’s breasts, his body suspended in some mysterious force. His neck and back were being playfully patted by the spirit.
Looking up, he realized the once ferocious spirit had vanished, replaced by the gentle expression of the “Spirit’s Mother.”
“Baby, baby…”
Spirits can sense each other’s words. Even in a state of near insanity, the fact that Lian’s “Mom” was meant for a true mother or not could still be distinguished.
Recalling his mother and genuinely saying that word made the spirit mistake Lian for her own child. Thus, he was receiving a kind… er, pat.
After five minutes of gentle pats, Lian finally snapped back to reality. Trying to slip away from her embrace, she smiled warmly like a mom accommodating a child’s tantrum and grabbed onto his shoulder, not letting go.
“…!”
Feeling pressure from behind his head, Lian stiffened again. He almost dropped the Demon Sword from his hands. The spirit’s chest exerted that much utterly overwhelming power.
Desperately, Lian repeated in his mind to regain his sanity.
‘Th-this is Mom… right, it’s Mom’s chest. It’s Mom’s chest, so stay focused.’
Surprisingly, that thought resonated well with him. The sizes of the two “moms” were similar, and the feeling of familiarity from the moment he was experiencing helped. Lian’s mom would often hang on his shoulder and whine after returning from work.
Thanks to that experience, Lian barely managed to retain his sanity.
‘Phew… Well, it looks like things are settling down, so I should get out of here quickly.’
Lian intended to lift the spirit on his back and head for the exit when, at that moment, a familiar spirit darted in from outside.
“The mustached man is coming!”
The spirit hurried toward Lian, only to be startled upon seeing her mother.
“Uh, Mother…”
With a quivering voice, she approached her mother, who gently reached out to pet her. The spirit, letting out a “Waaah!” sobbed as she clung to her mother’s shoulder.
The little spirit was smaller than a one-year-old baby, so she couldn’t wrap her arms around the 2m-tall Spirit’s Mother and instead clung to the end of her shoulder.
‘First, let’s hide.’
Determining who the opponent was before attacking would be more convenient. The curtain that separated the room from the laboratory had a significant tear from the spirit’s attack, but Lian stealthily hid behind it.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Shortly after, heavy footsteps echoed from outside, and the mustached man staggered in, panting as he appeared through the wrecked doorway.
“Hah, hah… Damn it! My, my human test subject!”
Seeing that the place where the Spirit’s Mother and the King of Dark Spirits had been trapped was empty, he let out a wailing sound.
“No, no way. Am I really gonna fail right here?”
He staggered toward the split desk to pick up a bag stashed in the corner. Then began swiftly gathering research-related documents from the drawer in a frantic manner.
“With this result, I can start all over again. First, I need to escape this place and head to Demon King’s Castle. If I just have the results… right, with this, Lord Erboan will surely make good use of it.”
Muttering like a madman trying to resuscitate his stocks on the brink of collapse, he hurriedly finished gathering the paperwork and stuffed the bag under his arm, making to exit the room quickly.
“Wait a second.”
At that moment, Lian stepped out from behind the curtain to look at the man. The startled man trembled and turned around.
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