Chapter 854 – The Assassin of the Man God (1)
Rommel, the 8th clone of the Man’s Representative.
He received the powers of the Old God of Destruction and the Old God of Contact.
In the age of the Man God, the two gods were as opposites as can be.
Nargresh.
The God of Destruction instantly annihilated everything it touched.
She never made contact with anything and forgot all traces of souls, memories, and existence, drowning herself in the abyss of forgetfulness and wandering as chaos in the dimensional rifts.
Ereshis.
The God of Contact connected everything that existed.
His benevolent nature linked hearts and people, earning him the title of the God of Healing, but excessive desire for connection led to the destruction of those he connected inappropriately.
There’s no need to mention how many beings Nargresh has wiped out.
A forbidden combination.
Gods that were not meant to coexist.
Eventually, the two gods designated as taboos across the continent had all their believers hunted down.
[The Old God Ereshis greets you with, “It’s delightful to see you!”]
[The Old God Nargresh remains silent.]
The ancient assassin build, Rommel, did not listen to the divine dialogue, which was precisely a one-sided chatter from one side, serving as a medium.
He had no emotions; he was merely a human-shaped divine bomb pouring the powers of the gods onto the enemies of the Man’s Representative.
“Hey there, this is a tunnel we personally dug in the road we maintain. Gonna use it? Pay the toll!”
“If you want to cross the river, fork over 1 gold. Nowadays, with the sea monsters rampaging, I’m the only one with the oars! Hehe!”
The bandits and pirates, who had the nerve to approach Rommel as potential customers, clutched their chests in agony before collapsing right there.
From their fallen bodies, Contact revealed earth from the mountains and water from the lakes.
These traces were instantly erased by Destruction, showcasing why ancient assassin builds were designated as forbidden divinities across the continent.
[The Old God Ereshis thinks, “They’re such diligent thieves!”]
[The Old God Nargresh remains silent.]
The Old God Ereshis, unable to hide the sorrow of seeing their only medium’s cruel hands, couldn’t ignore the demands of believers.
Ignoring Rommel’s requests meant losing him and knowing that all believers would perish along with their name.
“Stop right there. We are a trading company delivering regular supplies to the Gift Academy.”
“Suspicious person. If you don’t move aside, we’ll attack!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Rommel charged straight ahead.
Some swordsmen loitering around the supply carriage saw him and rushed forward with murderous intent.
Contact’s Power
Lung + Hoard
Five swordsmen, incapable of defending themselves in their unique area, fell, while two charged in with bloodshot eyes.
Regular guards from the Gift Academy developed a familiarity with area control over time.
Contact’s Power
Swordsmanship’s Memory
If there was misfortune among the guards, it was that they couldn’t sever Rommel’s life in one blow.
If they cut his breath faster than his powers could manifest, Rommel would not even have the chance to resist and would simply die.
However, their generic charge allowed enough time to invoke their powers, and Rommel grasped the swordsmen of the academy.
Kang!
Counter
Complete Cancellation
“…!”
A clash of power worthy of a master swordsman.
How could one foresee and match the sword’s trajectory perfectly?
Before he could express his grievance, a divine mark flickered in the muddy corners of Rommel’s eyes.
“Run…!”
Contact’s Power
Consciousness Contact
Destruction’s Power
Consciousness Destruction
Like stray straw, the swordsmen crumpled to the ground, and the caravan leader blew the war horn.
Buuuuu!
The noise spread widely, splitting the tension like a ship’s horn, and unfoldings burst forth as crossbowmen and battle mages began simultaneous fire and rapid incantation.
Pabababak!
Thunderbolt spells struck Rommel’s body, leaving him festooned with sparks of electricity.
Piziziz━
Pizik!
“Did we take him down?”
Stumbling, Rommel dashed forward in a flash.
Simultaneously, the Contact: Earth Shield protective incantation surrounding him shattered.
“Holy magic!”
“Instructor, you need to come out yourself!”
Before the support request finished, a few crossbowmen crumbled to the ground, spitting up dirt.
Only the combat magician, who had keen perceptions and ample mana, managed to conceal himself behind the carriage and cast an ice bolt combining freezing spells.
Chseuk
While Rommel shrugged off the paralysis from the thunderbolt easily, the freezing from the ice bolt stifled his movements, giving the combat magician a sense of relief.
“Ugh, damn it. What a hassle. Who in their right mind would ambush a supply carriage headed to the Gift Academy in this day and age? Who’s the fearless fool?”
The instructor, waking from his stupor, grumbled while scratching his head from the rear carriage.
At the same time, more guards from the opposing side swarmed in, but every soldier below the level 5 fell to their knees, clutching their chests and choking on dirt when caught in Rommel’s sight.
“Forbidden magic?”
The extreme practicality of deadly magic was in play.
The instructor rapidly threw three mana boards engraved with fixed formulas into the air and attacked from three sides.
Paralyze – Vocal Cords
Paralyze – Fingers
Paralyze – Legs
With vocal cords blocked, the magic incantations were halted. Fingers restricted, instantaneous spell deployment was impossible, and legs immobilized them from escaping.
Defenseless against the rapid and ruthless deadly spell from the instructor, their actions were completely suppressed.
Breath of Sealing
The level 6 deadly magic Breath of Sealing.
Simultaneously paralyzing the diaphragm and intercostal muscles, it instantly deprives breathing with muscle paralysis and nerve blockage.
Even if they thrashed in fear and pain, they would meet their death as the supply of oxygen to the brain ceased altogether—an extremely dangerous and inhumane spell.
It could only be learned after becoming an upperclassman due to its practicality, and the instructor had long since acquired a license for deadly magic.
Back in the heyday of the foundation, it was common to face such attacks due to plots and schemes. I can’t believe these events are still happening after the chairman’s death.
It couldn’t possibly be the work of the Dark Princess.
This shipment had plenty of supplies beneficial to her as well.
The only scenario he could contemplate was a vacancy.
The dark forces that had long been suppressed in the shadows began to stir, seizing the opportunity created by the absence of the foundation and the chairman.
Considering that the Man’s Representative was among those dark forces, the instructor’s suspicions were confirmed incorrect.
What he didn’t anticipate was that Rommel had means to dispel deadly magic on his own.
Destruction’s Power
Breath of Sealing
Rommel obliterated the cruel magic tightening the breath and all paralyzing spells with a swipe.
The moment he pinched his index and middle fingers together and raised them vertically from the ground, the sharp ground shot up, impaling all three mana boards.
“?!”
A being at a level even the fourth years could match.
Once hit, a master of containment and killing techniques from which there was no escape.
The instructor, confident in his abilities, was genuinely astonished.
An instant of hesitation lasting just about a second.
The hands of the instructor and Rommel pointed at each other.
That second of hesitation separated life from death.
The Breath of Sealing spell’s aim of killing the brain would stop breathing and heartbeats in mere seconds.
Recognizing that the quickest paralysis was now ineffective and that he was safeguarded in advance by protective magic, the instructor inferred that his deadly spell had failed.
If he needed to strike elsewhere, the heart was the next target, capable of killing in thirty seconds.
‘He blocked the diaphragm and brain; surely he wouldn’t leave the heart unguarded?’
As the instructor employed magic, he couldn’t determine where to aim.
Rommel, without hesitation, fused the whole inside of his opponent with the ground.
Area Collision
Spell Failure
The clearly defined spell, unable to be rapidly launched, backfired and imparted the recoil of the paralysis spell back onto the instructor’s body.
No!
Due to the rapid paralysis effect, the loosened gap in the area defense was filled with debris.
The time until the instructor’s death was merely two seconds.
“…Such a nuisance.”
“Okay, I surrender. Just let me live!”
Collecting all the unarmed members of the trading company, Rommel merged their experiences and memories with his own brain.
Destruction’s Power
Personality Theft
Combination of Powers
Memory Merging
In an instant, numerous members of the company turned into puppets dancing to Rommel’s will.
This was akin to the techniques wielded by Head Sister Disastair at the Principal’s Ruins, a phenomenon that might have occurred in the temples of other mainstream gods.
From the very beginning, the Man’s Representative combined powers capable of producing such results to distribute among his clones or subordinates.
“…Instructions: Approach Oknodie and assassinate him. Verify the accessible routes and ranges through the supplies.”
He quickly reviewed the supply list in the carriage.
Three 50-ton magical food carriages.
Seven carriages filled with school supplies and lecture materials.
One clothing carriage and one ore carriage.
Additionally, five carriages laden with energy resources.
Totaling 17 carriages, different from usual, there were special supplies included.
Carriages filled with baby bottles and pacifiers for the Long-lived Homunculus, loaded with various infant supplies.
Unlike the regular inspection procedures, this was a carriage that could pass through with relatively lenient checks.
“…Let’s get moving.”
At Rommel’s command, the members of the trading company began to drive the carriage with rejuvenated faces.
“Hmm? Why is the door of the supply carriage open?”
“Beats me. Close it quickly and let’s depart!”
The assassin of the Man God arrived at the Academy checkpoint.
The plan was flawless.
If they reached the homunculus exclusive section, they would contaminate the homunculi and scatter those imprinted with the self-destruct incantations, drawing the attention of the instructors and professors.
In that window, he would swiftly approach Oknodie and sever his breath to complete the mission.
Rommel had that plan.
Everyone has seemingly brilliant plans.
That is, until they get caught up in unexpected disasters.
“Isn’t that Burte Glass? What’s brought you to the checkpoint?”
“Leave the supply carriage for the homunculi. We will handle that distribution ourselves.”
Burte Glass, having been labeled anti-homunculus during the student council elections, was rejected after all.
Having earned the ire of those against him, he resolved to garner influence with supporters of the anti-homunculus faction and was now moving to take control of the supply carriage.
However, the place the supply carriage burst open wasn’t the dormitory filled with Long-lived Homunculus.
“No f*cking way, what the hell is that?”
“Senpai, it’s wriggling!”
“Get out! It’s deadly magic!!”
And that’s how he, who unintentionally gained fame for vanquishing the Demon King’s Four Kings, found himself facing off against the assassins of the Man’s Representative.
