Chapter 543 – The Apostle’s Fate (2)
The moment when you feel that death is not far away.
The world turned black.
And when I close my eyes and open them, I see a familiar face.
Joohee Han.
No, no.
“… Gula.”
Gula, the goddess of greed.
When I met her after a long time, her expression was fierce.
It looks like there’s something he doesn’t like.
Her mouth opens.
“It seems like I’ve finally faced my first fate.”
“… Fate?”
It’s fate.
“Didn’t I meet an apostle of greed like you?”
“Ah…”
Viktor Vadim, the apostle of greed.
Was it fate to meet him?
Maybe so.
Aren’t they the two most outstanding beings among the countless believers who have received Gula’s grace?
“The child exceeded her expectations.”
“What to expect?”
“Her leisure sublimated the power she had been given in her own way.”
“Oh, that.”
What did they say?
Blood Eater… Did you say that?
“It was definitely amazing, that was.”
It was so great that even countries that are poor at evaluating it had no choice but to acknowledge it.
Blood filled with greed and will that crave and devours everything.
The combination of these two forces created a result that was truly absurd.
A beast that moves according to the will of its owner, but thinks autonomously.
Weren’t you helplessly defeated by that powerful combination?
What’s even more surprising is that his abilities have not yet been fully utilized.
That means there is still room for development.
If we leave it like this, how strong will it become?
While he was admiring the formidable power, Gula’s roar rang out in his ears.
“Isn’t now the time to be amazed!”
“No…”
When I think about it, what should I do about something so powerful?
She bent down and pushed her face up and asked, poking my chest with her index finger.
“What on earth are you doing?!”
“… Haven’t I become stronger in my own way?”
Compared to when I visited before, I feel like I have become as strong as the difference between heaven and earth.
The chill in her eyes becomes even colder at the excuse that is not an excuse.
“Okay. You have definitely grown up. But why didn’t the power of Yeo within you grow?”
“That…”
“Okay. It’s because you ignored her power.”
It’s just as she said.
My growth took place while excluding the power of gluttony as much as possible.
All that was used was this body and experiences.
But it was unavoidable.
If I weren’t a dark-hearted person like Viktor Vadim and had unleashed the power of the Seven Deadly Sins, I would have been the target of Francis’ subjugation before him.
As if he had read my inner thoughts, he laughed as if it were ridiculous.
“You, too, are ultimately bound by the name of the Seven Deadly Sins.”
“In the name…, Tied up?”
Her words sound meaningful.
“The Seven Deadly Sins are known as emotions that lead to sin. “You probably know that too.”
“… That’s right.”
“But.”
Her face crumples.
The lines on her pretty face are filled with feelings of resentment and regret.
“Is it a sin to have such feelings?”
“Uh…”
That’s not true… Me?
“And the power that comes from those emotions is evil?”
“… !”
Yes.
Why did I forget?
“There is sin in power… “No.”
The corners of her mouth quirk up when she hears my answer.
“Okay. “I think I finally realized it.”
Her words continue.
“By nature, only one apostle is allowed to God.”
“…”
“If you were smart, you would have understood. “The reason I said that your meeting with that child was fate.”
There is only one apostle given to each god.
However, greed currently has two apostles.
That means.
“One of the two must die.”
“Okay.”
That’s why it’s fate.
Either late or early.
Because whenever we meet, we have to kill each other and gain God’s grace alone.
I think about the situation in reality before arriving here.
I was on the verge of being killed by a charging animal.
The fact that you called me back then…
“Do you want me to become an apostle?”
“That can’t be possible.”
She laughs coldly.
“I quite like you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like that kid. While you are extremely perverse, that boy is very polite to women. Does it have a cute taste in its own way? Hehe.”
She laughed for a moment and continued her words.
“In short, it means that no matter who becomes an apostle, we can accept it with open and happy hearts.”
“If that were the case, it would have been okay to just let him die. Why did you call me here to give me advice?”
When she said it as if she was grumpy or grumpy, Gula thought it was cute and tickled her chin.
“I told you, right? It’s a bit of favoritism. The power difference between you and that child is clear anyway. “I’m not brave enough to get through it with just advice like this.”
“…”
“She just hopes she doesn’t die so easily. “Shouldn’t she leave no regrets even if she dies?”
It doesn’t really seem like a lie.
But the problem is that it doesn’t feel like it’s completely true.
“Well, go now. To face death with confidence.”
He pushes her hand away, as if he were handling her like a child, and raises her body.
Face death with confidence.
“I have no intention of dying.”
“Hoo… “Do you think you can win?”
“It means it’s not a matter of whether it is there or not.”
“Then what?”
“Win, no matter what.”
Lightly hit the forehead of her curious forehead.
Just-!
An atmosphere that freezes in an instant.
The evil spirit of the angry goddess falls.
“You arrogant… !”
Yikes.
Let’s run away quickly.
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The way back from imagination to reality.
If you think it’s short, it’s infinitely shorter, and if you think it’s long, you think of it as a road that lasts as long as eternity.
Greed.
It literally means the act of pursuing desires excessively.
There is an old saying like that.
Excessive greed is bound to lead to anger.
So is greed bad?
Until a little while ago, I thought that was the case, but it wasn’t.
Everyone has it.
A lifelong wish that cannot be easily embraced and is even more difficult to achieve.
The same goes for Francis and saints.
They hope for eternal peace for mankind.
Considering that there has never been peace in the history of human life, isn’t it right to see that as excessive greed and greed?
In this way, greed is not a bad thing.
However, there are desires that go in the wrong direction and desires that do not.
On the contrary, greed should be seen as a lubricant that makes human life more enterprising.
The moment you realize this, the gluttony that was sleeping in your stomach comes out on its own and conveys your will.
Did you finally realize that?
“Okay. “Now I know.”
So what.
What should I do?
Can a mere spirit persecute its owner?
A guy who naturally lowers his head.
I’m upset, I’m upset.
Still be happy.
There will be no more oppressing or tying you up.
The following response from gluttony.
At the same time, consciousness arrives after passing through a long, dark tunnel.
Crrrr… !
Kwaang!
Purrrr
In the cold reality where death lurks just around the corner.
But it looks different now.
Not death.
“Suuuuu…, Why does it look so delicious?”
As mere prey.
Just before the red, sharp teeth touch the skin.
The energy of gluttony that escapes from the stomach passes through their bodies.
I don’t want blood.
What you eat is the energy of greed that seeps into your blood.
Cheap-!
Grumble… !
Wagjak wagjag!
Off – billion
The energy of gluttony, which has filled my stomach even more, weighs heavily on my shoulders.
Don’t you think you need to go on a diet…? ?
The beast that has lost the spirit of greed remains strong.
Because it is the power of the true ancestor that forms the form.
But it doesn’t matter.
Destroying the Jinjo’s abilities that have not yet been fully absorbed is easier than lying down and eating rice cake.
Go, gluttony.
“Destroy it.”
I don’t deny it anymore.
Because desire is never a bad thing.
Our glutton, born of such desires, is not a bad person either.
Those who use this for bad things are just bad people.
Yes.
Like Viktor Vadim over there.
Gluttony, who was very hungry, bites the animals with his sharp teeth.
Kwasik!
The will to be roughly torn apart.
Animals that have lost their strength collapse without anyone taking the lead.
Cheonhak-!
Pow!
A puddle of blood reaching up to the ankles.
“Uhm… !”
I can feel the richness in my mouth.
A completely different feeling of satisfaction than when eating food.
“This is delicious.”
Lick your lips with your tongue and taste.
It tastes good, it’s just like that.
Feels like eating at a luxury restaurant.
The amount is too small.
So.
“Give me more.”
Everything if possible.
As if responding to this, the energy of gluttony swells.
* * *
Something amazing happened right before my eyes.
The other person’s temperament has changed.
The pure and innocent energy changes into a rough and murky one.
It was clearly a familiar energy to Viktor Vadim.
It has to be that way.
Because it was essentially the same as his energy.
“Yes, how did you get that energy…” ?”
Gula, the goddess of greed.
The grace given to those chosen by her.
There is only one case where it is possible.
“No way, you…”
The person in front of her had to be an apostle who had been chosen by greed, just like herself.
But even that is not easy to believe.
I had already heard of the story that meeting another apostle was fate, but how could it be so unfortunate?
Or was she perhaps chosen just before death?
I was surprised for a moment.
Viktor Vadim laughs as he realizes that it’s not a bad thing for me.
It didn’t really matter.
The benefits gained by killing the opponent only increased.
“Die.”
I have become a little more accustomed to handling abilities.
Now we can create dozens of beasts at once.
I complete the corps with a different will than before.
‘Tear your fateful rival to death!’
The only apostle of the goddess.
The greed for these calls for greater power and is carried in the red body of the beast.
Crrrr… !
Stripes of greed are added to the red skin.
Eventually, the completed giant tiger rushes towards Kim Do-jin to fulfill the owner’s will.
Hehe-!
A cry that shakes the entire castle.
The claws, which are strong enough to easily break even a sword, strike in the air, drawing three lines.
That was the end.
Bye!
The beast, which was even more powerful than before, turned into a handful of blood and flowed out in front of him.
A rich taste that fills your mouth.
Kim Do-jin licks his lips with his tongue as if he doesn’t want to miss even a single drop of juice and holds out his hand.
“Bring the next menu.”
“…”
An unknown tension began to gently tighten Viktor Vadim’s neck.
