Saved a Heroine From the Brink of Death

160. Goddess of Dawn and Radiance

#160. Goddess of Dawn and Radiance

Cynthia used two divine powers and two powers. The powers she used were as follows:

“Divine Power: The God of Throwing”

“Divine Power: Illusionary Power”

“Power: Holy Body Identity”

“Power: Swiftness”

He strengthened his entire body using his throwing powers and illusionary powers, and enhanced his attacks through the abilities and speed of the Holy Spirit.

It wasn’t full power. Not only was there a type of divine power that wasn’t used, but only a portion of the abilities of the adult identity were used, and the speed increase of the swiftness was also used to a minimum.

‘What, what is so weak about it…?’

But Heron died in vain.

It was a blow that even the top-tier transcendents in Langrt could withstand. It was a blow that Cain and Irina could block without any trouble.

When fighting Cain, we frequently exchanged attacks that were much stronger than this. But… what does this mean?

‘Wasn’t he one of the best transcendent beings in the pantheon? But this is all he can do? I was only planning on giving him moderate injuries… Hmm… .’

Cynthia looked ahead with embarrassment. It was the place where Heron (what had been) had been, her body had disappeared and only a faint yellow light remained to tell her that she had been there.

Heron did not enter complete death. Those who attained a higher rank would have bodies that would not die easily. Langrut’s transcendent beings were an exception because they were mutated by the Watcher.

Of course, even if Heron had died, Cynthia could have used her power of ‘illusion’ to cover up her death with an illusion, and brought her back to life. There was the disadvantage of having to slightly modify the law of causality, but it wasn’t that difficult.

[ ——Be restored.]

A yellow light flashed and a divine message resounded.

It was Heron’s voice.

With her words, yellow light gathered and clumped together into a sphere. Cynthia looked at it with an awkward expression.

After waiting for a few minutes, the light gathered to the size of a person and began to change its shape, soon taking on the shape of a human. Then, it transformed into the appearance of Heron.

[ ——Be fixed.]

As the divine word resonated again, her body, which had been so unstable that it seemed as if it might collapse at any moment, became stable.

Heron looked at Cynthia as he finished restoring her body. Her expression was subtly different from before.

‘…are you afraid of me?’

Cynthia recognized the emotion of ‘fear’ in Heron’s expression. Even if it was a bit too much, wouldn’t it be nothing to repair the body?

‘Even though my body has faced death once… isn’t this nothing? I’ve experienced it countless times before I even reached a higher level.’

Even in the illusion of the sanctuary, and even while building up the Holy Body before reaching the sanctuary, he lost his body and re-formed it several times.

Cynthia was lost in her thoughts, but then she realized one thing.

‘Ah… It looks like you’re not a combat-type transcendental user.’

The transcendent beings in Langrt were those who had been turned into undead by the watcher and had been semi-forcibly transformed into combat-type ones. If you compare those guys to the non-combat-type transcendent beings, they would naturally be inferior.

“Heron.”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Is this okay?”

Cynthia didn’t break her promise.

Anyway, I got one good hit and that cleared up the animosity.

Moreover, Heron is a valuable talent who is trying to prevent the Earth, and even the universe, from ending. If you have cleared up your grudge, it is right to get along well.

“Oh, no… that could be the case.”

***

‘monster….’

After losing his physical body, Heron consumed his divine power to create a new body.

‘I managed to prevent my soul from going to the underworld thanks to the fact that my divine origin wasn’t damaged… but I almost died for real.’

She created the same body as before, but her expression was not good. The pain she felt for a moment was painful, but there was a bigger problem than that.

“Ugh… My divine power… .”

It was because she had expended a considerable amount of divine power to restore her completely destroyed body. She had already been consuming causality due to her descent, and with this situation overlapping, her impression became as ominous as it could be.

“Why is your facial expression like that?”

“Huh? Oh, no. I’m… a little tired.”

“is it so?”

Of course, Heron’s wrinkled expression straightened out as soon as Cynthia said a word. She was a typical strong-weak-weak type of transcendentalist, weak to strong people like Berget. Cynthia was the same.

When Cynthia realized that she was far stronger than him, she couldn’t help but instinctively shrink back.

“I will keep my promise. As long as you do not turn against me first, Heron, I have no intention of harming you.”

“okay…?”

Heron was genuinely pleased with Cynthia’s words.

I was worried that he might hit me more because he was still angry… but if I got hit two more times, I could have really ended up in a state of annihilation.

“By the way, how about we talk? I think we have a lot more to talk about… Maybe I can help you out?”

“You’re going to help me?”

“The end is not someone else’s story, and if there is something we can do to help, we should help. Right?”

“yes?”

Heron was taken aback when the person who had been unable to kill him just a moment ago said that he would help him. Of course, he said that he had let go of his grudge, but who knows what would happen in reality?

But there was no reason to refuse. She closed her eyes tightly and accepted Cynthia’s offer.

“Actually… we have a plan to prevent the end of the world, led by a human named Han Seong-jin.”

Heron confided in Cynthia a secret that he had never revealed to anyone except the gods of the pantheon. It was a plan to send Han Seong-jin to another dimension by linking him with the fate of an outsider with a twisted cause and effect.

‘You seemed to be on good terms with that human named Han Seong-jin… Will that be okay? Well, that was a story from when you were human… You wouldn’t be against a plan to sacrifice a human in a cosmic crisis, would you?’

Cynthia, whose thoughts were correct, listened to his story quietly without saying anything. Then, for some reason, Cynthia smiled brightly and came toward him.

Cynthia continued, holding Heron’s shoulder with her hand.

“Oh, so that’s why you want to die. Is that it?”

“huh…?”

Heron had to create another body that day.

***

“You mean… Sia is alive?” Cheonmu Bong wondered why Cynthia, who had gone missing several years ago, was being mentioned by him.

His disciple, who was isolated in the special space of the Gate due to an accident caused by terrorism during his second year at the Academy. He also considered her to be half a granddaughter. But how did that child…?

“Of course you’re alive. Of course… I thought you were dead, but how did you stay alive?”

“What does that mean?”

“It’ll be a long story. I don’t really have to tell you. You can hear the details from her directly. Anyway, Cynthia is a transcendent being who has reached a higher level and has abilities comparable to mine. For your information, I have reached the pinnacle of the higher level. I’m facing a wall.”

“… That’s an unbelievable story.”

“Even if you don’t believe it, facts don’t change.”

Berget found this situation really amusing. Even the man in front of him, Cheonmu Bong, was a talent that only appears once in tens of thousands of years. However, Cynthia was born later than him and, despite having abilities that were lowly even by human standards, she became a being close to an outsider in less than a hundred years.

Does the causality of this universe seem to be helping Cynthia? Anyway… she would be an unprecedented being in the entire history of the universe.

“Okay. Well, we’ve talked for a while. Should we have a go at it?”

Berget said while looking at Cheonmu Peak.

At first, I came simply to see the newly born god of martial arts, but upon seeing him, my fighting spirit was ignited. I wanted to witness his martial arts and share his handiwork.

There was no age limit to learning martial arts. It didn’t matter whether he had just reached transcendence or not. What mattered was that he had lived a life different from his own, learned something different, and reached transcendence. That alone was enough to make his martial arts worth observing.

“I know I am lacking, but I would like to ask you to teach me a few tricks.”

Cheonmu Bong also wanted to see the martial arts of another martial artist, one who had achieved great heights, as befitting someone who had achieved transcendence through martial arts.

The two men moved toward each other.