The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld-Chapter 275

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[Translator - Pot ]

[Proofreader - Kawaii ]

Chapter 275: The Spiral and the Black Wings

Ghir, Siena, and I launched a coordinated assault, each of us leveraging our individual strengths.

Siena provided cover from a distance, sending out slashes including Black Hawk Heaven Flash to cancel out the attacks from Gelberich as he charged toward me.

With her support, I advanced, slicing through his assaults using sword energy refined from the essence of internal mana cultivation techniques.

And Ghir.

“Fucking rat bastard!”

He kept ambushing him from blind spots, breaking his rhythm over and over.

“Graaaagh!”

That alone was enough to push Gelberich over the edge.

“You damn pests!”

Each time he roared, the bloody forest shrieked in unison and rushed toward us.

But none of it could stop me.

‘Must be driving him mad. No matter how much power he throws around, he can't even handle me.’

I was already in his face.

While suppressing his frenzy, I cut off an arm, pierced his abdomen, and split his body in two.

Thud!

In close combat, Gelberich was no longer my match.

With his mind clouded, his techniques had become crude and predictable.

Still.

“Allenvert… it’s pointless. No matter how many times you cut me down, I can’t die.”

He spoke with smug certainty, confident in his immortality.

“Really? You sure about that?”

Every time I severed him, the Dark Mana infiltrated his body through my Dark Soul Mana.

“Looks like you're regenerating slower than before. Reaching your limit already?”

“What…?”

“You didn’t even notice until I pointed it out? You're done.”

I kept cutting through him, again and again, as I said.

“You finally get it now? Demonic arts aren’t invincible. You’re not immortal. When your strength runs dry, your grotesque regeneration ends with it.”

“I told you to shut up!”

Gelberich was enraged and thrust his palm at me.

Fwoooosh!

A wave of concentrated mana flew at me, but I spread Dark Mana and absorbed it entirely.

“What?!”

“Thanks. My mana center's full now.”

Unlike physical attacks, pure condensed mana is far easier to absorb.

“You got any more?”

He tried a desperate counterattack, relying on brute force—which was the only area where he surpassed me.

But I was already prepared to exploit it.

That alone proved the gap between us had widened beyond repair.

“Allenvert… what the hell are you? A ghost? Or a man?”

“Does it matter? Coming from a demon like you?”

What annoyed me more than anything was the fact that the source of his overwhelming power came from wounded soldiers and innocent victims.

“You'll meet a miserable end powered by the very lives you consumed.”

I drew out all the mana that had welled up in my mana center and poured out the Dark Soul Mana to destroy Gelberich's blood forest.

BOOM! RUMMBLLEEEE!

He wielded a power that wasn’t even his, swinging it like a madman without care or restraint.

Its destructive force was immense.

‘No wonder people get drunk on this kind of omnipotence.’

But I would never sell my soul for demonic power.

If I were that weak, I would’ve accepted Ivan’s offer 17 years ago.

“Why won’t you die?! Why the fuck won’t you diiie?!”

Ignoring his screeching rage, I infused the light of Brilliant Spirit Mana into a blade forged purely from Seven Stars of the Black Sea Technique.

Spurt!

The moment Gelberich’s head was severed, I unleashed a shockwave that obliterated his entire body.

“Young Master, above you!”

And yet Gelberich didn’t die.

The scattered chunks of flesh floated upward and began reassembling into his form.

“Kuhuhu… and you say I’m not immortal? Can you say that after seeing this?”

Gelberich laughed, drunk on the omnipotence of demonic arts.

But.

“…That's no longer the face of a man.”

His features had morphed into something grotesque, like a statue crudely carved from stone and his sanity and reason clearly long gone.

“Horrifying. Is this what becomes of someone consumed by demonic arts?”

“Not all demonic arts are the same. I've never seen anything like that before,” I replied.

Even Siena and Ghir looked shaken.

“Khrrk… hrrk…”

The monster, now only resembling Gelberich in shape, rasped from deep within his chest.

“I… I knew this day would come.”

“What day?” I asked.

“You mean the date we'll carve on your grave?”

“The day I would be completely devoured by the demonic arts.”

Still clinging to his collapsing form, he pointed at me.

“The one I serve foresaw this. That on the day my reason finally loses to the demonic arts, Blood Forest Abyss Art would be perfected.”

…A sense of dread crawled down my spine.

“Come to hell with me, Allenvert.”

Gelberich spread his arms wide.

“Naraka.”

At that moment, a red sphere expanded from his body, consuming everything in sight.

“What is that?!”

“A barrier!”

My instincts screamed. This barrier wouldn’t disappear unless Gelberich was truly destroyed.

‘Just like with Hutten… these fuckers never die cleanly.’

Annoyed beyond words, I turned to the others.

“…You two stay back. I’ll go in and end this.”

“Wait, that’s reckless! We don’t even know what’s going to happen!”

Ghir furrowed his brow.

“…I can’t allow that,” Siena interrupted.

“Ghir, you stay behind and protect my guards and soldiers.”

Ghir chuckled with trembling shoulders.

“Never thought I’d hear a bodyguard tell an assassin to stay back. Ridiculous.”

He reluctantly stepped back and said to me:

“Don’t die. Getting killed by a bastard like that would be a fucking waste.”

“I won’t.”

Siena and I leapt into the barrier Gelberich had created.

***

Inside the barrier, the scenery was utterly grotesque.

Buildings were melting, stone roads flowed like molten lava.

KIEEEEEEK!

KYAAAAAAH!

The cries of the dead echoed throughout the crimson world as Gelberich, now wrapped in bloody flesh, began morphing into a giant larger than a spire.

“KUOOOOOOOH!”

The massive, blood-red Gelberich howled.

“Descendants of Grunewald and Valkenhain… Feel my wrath!”

He spat out hatred that wasn’t even his to begin with.

“That’s supposed to be a secret technique?”

“That’s nothing but a mindless rampage. If this is the ‘completion’ of Blood Forest Abyss Art, then that art was designed solely to turn its wielder into a monster of mass destruction.”

“So the final destination of that pursuit of power… is to become a thoughtless beast wielded as someone else’s blade?”

She continued with disdain.

“The Black Society… they’ve already surpassed the old Empire’s emperors. They’ve become something far worse.”

A massive shadow loomed over us.

BOOOOOM!

Just one punch, and the earth quaked while shockwaves exploded outward.

“Don’t… don’t fucking run!”

It was like swatting at a fly.

Not martial arts, not a technique just a crude punch aimed straight at me.

‘Lonely Wave Yearning Moon.’

I responded with a secret technique, attempting to sever that arm.

“Ah, fuck.”

But the giant’s arm was so damn heavy and solid that even slicing halfway through it wasn’t easy.

‘Better to dodge this one.’

BOOOOOOM!

A building collapsed and the ground trembled.

The proud fortress of Belorok, once known as Castle Webern was steadily turning into a pile of rubble.

And to make it worse...

“Young Master, watch your step!”

At the giant’s feet, grotesque creatures formed from the fused faces of the dead tried to drag the living into the same twisted fate.

“Aaaaargh!”

“It hurts so much...”

“M-Mother…”

“You... you should die too…”

Entwined, screaming faces of the dead looked straight at me.

...Isn’t this what the gatekeepers of Hell would look like? I couldn’t help but feel both disgust and pity for those monsters.

“It seems he’s even trapped the souls of the victims.”

Siena’s furious eyes shimmered faintly with moisture.

“Even black mages, those called the devil’s lackeys, wouldn’t dare use magic this vile.”

She wiped her eyes and spread the wings of her mana, then grabbed my arm and shot upward into the sky.

“Whoa!”

I gasped in surprise. What kind of trick was this?

“W-where do you think you're going?”

We flew to where the giant’s hands couldn’t reach but then the barrier began to slowly close in, forcing us into a tighter space.

“...Young Master, what now? If this keeps up, we’ll die.”

I tightened my grip on Siena’s arm and answered.

“We’re not aiming for that bastard’s body. No matter how much we cut him, he doesn’t fucking die.”

“Indeed, he regenerates even after we sever his head or destroy his body.”

Siena shuddered.

“Instead—”

I pointed to the grotesque, massive egg-like object pulsating behind Gelberich’s back.

“That’s what we need to destroy. That might be the core of this demon construct, maybe even its true body.”

“...I see.”

Siena nodded slowly.

“Looking at it like this, it’s as if Gelberich is standing guard over that core.”

“Exactly. It’s a theory, but one worth testing.”

I looked up at Siena and asked,

“Young lady, please help me.”

“What would you have me do?”

“I’ll drive the ‘Soul-Slumbering Black Moon’ into that core. But to draw out enough power, I need time to charge it as I approach.”

“Then I’ll cover and defend you until then?”

“Exactly.”

She nodded firmly.

“That’s our only option. Hold on tight.”

“Wait, before that—”

Her hand was trembling slightly, as if she’d reached her limit. I took it with my right hand.

“Let me share some power.”

I used the penetration technique to transfer the remaining mana in my mana center to Siena.

I refined it through the Seven Stars of the Black Sea Technique, the most stable and versatile method I knew.

“Ah!”

Siena gasped as the immense power surged into her.

“You had this much mana left?”

“Of course not. I absorbed it from that bastard.”

“Ah, I see.”

She gripped my hand tightly and declared,

“This is more than enough. Hold on tight.”

With the grace of a hawk, Siena weaved through Gelberich’s attacks and the assaults of the dead, narrowly avoiding each one.

“Are you alright?”

“I think I’m gonna puke, but I’m okay!”

“Then just shut your eyes and hold on!”

After what felt like being flipped around a dozen times, we finally landed safely on top of the massive core.

“Just give me ten seconds of cover!”

I pressed my palm to the core.

“Understood.”

As Gelberich’s fist and the attacks of the dead closed in, Siena shouted:

“Black Dragon Scale Lock Armor!”

CLACKCLACKCLACK!

Dragon scales unfolded and wrapped around us like a shield.

KABOOOOOM!

The impact was immense, but her secret art held firm.

“Whew…”

Suddenly, I remembered the time I was being chased by Ivan’s assassination squad.

Back then, to destroy the Dark King’s sealed box, I had used two techniques.

‘Penetration. And Spiral.’

That secret art had been the pinnacle of Karzan’s martial arts.

Now, I wanted to break past that, surpass the pinnacle my past self had reached using Allenvert’s newly built martial foundation.

“Soul-Slumbering Black Moon—Spiral.”

As the fusion of Dark Soul Mana and Brilliant Spirit Mana drilled in like a spiral, it collided with a power nestled deep within the core and unleashed a massive explosion.

‘Wait. Hold on.’

That blast is way too strong.

I reflexively spread a protective technique around Siena and myself—

KAAAAAAAAAAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOM!

A blinding explosion of light engulfed everything and I lost consciousness.

.

.

.

“...Haaah!”

How long was I out?

When I came to, I was falling fast, plummeting from high in the sky toward the ground.

“Ah, shit.”

My dazed mind snapped back to clarity.

“Siena!”

I looked around and saw her unconscious self falling far away.

‘If she hits the ground, she’ll die.’

I realized we were at the brink of life and death.

The problem was… I had no way to get to where she was.

“No, wait. Dammit, give me a second to think!”

Only a few seconds remained before impact.

What do I do?

‘Ah!’

Suddenly, I remembered Siena’s wings and what my mother had once said about the Dark Mana.

“She said it can be spread like wings...”

I didn’t care about the theory. I just let myself fall into a trance-like state…

‘Black Wings.’

I felt something sprout behind my back.

Wings.

With them, I soared through the air, caught Siena in my arms, and landed safely on the ground.

But the blast had been so massive that debris rained down from the sky.

FWOOOOOSH!

I channeled mana into the feathers of the Black Wings.

And then, each feather turned into hundreds, thousands of slicing blades that shredded the falling debris.

Just like Gelberich’s own secret art.

‘…Did I really pull that off?’

Watching the black feathers disintegrate the rubble, I realized I had just created a technique not even my ancestor Eldarkion had achieved.

‘Damn... my talent is terrifying.’

A sigh of relief escaped my lips. Any later and we’d be dead.

“…Young Master?”

At last, Siena opened her eyes.

“You feeling okay?”

“Yes. Wait, more importantly—”

She coughed softly.

“You can put me down now.”

I immediately did so.

“My bad.”

“It’s not bad…”

In the distance, Gelberich’s pale head came tumbling to the ground.

SPLAT!

It burst open and didn’t regenerate.

“…Did we get him?”

Seemed like we finally did.

[Translator - Pot ]

[Proofreader - Kawaii ]

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