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"Mr. Allen."
"I've come home."
The storm raged on the deck, and rain flowed around the broken mast in the tattered cabin. The voice was hoarse, like the wailing of a dead man.
But why did it sound so happy?
The rain didn't heed words. It poured into the cabin, which was smashed into a wreck by the broken mast.
The rain flowed...
And stopped at the feet of 'Leuf.'
Something was blocking the rain.
—A solid, layered 'staircase' of flesh, like candle wax, was piled up around 'Leuf's' boots.
The rain couldn't climb the steps.
So, Allen stepped on them.
He just glanced at Leuf, then naturally got out of bed and kicked a hole in the flesh and blood at Leuf's feet.
"Good news: The hypothesis was correct. Increasing the embodiment level strengthened the 'Barrier Spell' and the new ability. The dream is more realistic, no longer just a movie-like clip, but more like the one I had about Sylphy in Buena Village."
Allen shook the crystal-like mush from his foot. "I can move freely."
"This even means I can freely explore the 'future,' which is a bug-like ability, like playing a game with administrator privileges. Is this a prophecy spell? Oh, I think the original novel called it divination or astrology? The medium was mostly a crystal ball."
"Mm, that's good. But..."
"Bad news:"
He wiped his face.
His face was also covered with the same stuff that flowed down from 'Leuf's' body. He looked around at the environment.
A cabin open to the elements on all four sides, a broken mast, a raging storm, and a torrential downpour. It was like he was back in the storm before he cast the Divine Strike on the mountain.
Oh, no, not "like."
The ship was in a storm, and the situation looked very bad.
Allen naturally got up from the bed.
"The dream is out of control. It didn't continue the last dream, which is fine. It started a new dream, which is also fine. But where the hell am I? Is this the same ship I slept on?"
As he moved, the upper half of 'Leuf's' face made a tearing sound. A straight, blood-stained crack appeared on his skin. The half of his head that was left was horizontally sliced by a sword aura, and it fell to the ground with a splash, following the 'candle's' cut surface.
The night rain dyed the air in the cabin a deep ink black. 'Leuf' still looked like a burning fire in the ink. The sword aura could only affect his flesh and blood, but it couldn't stop him from emitting a scorching light.
The remaining flesh and blood on his face melted and flowed down his forehead, brow bone, and cheekbones to his chin. Soon, the pale bones also gradually turned into sizzling white water.
It wasn't just his face and head. Half of the flesh and blood on his left side was melting down his body and clothes like candle wax. As for the right side of his body, the flesh and bones had already vanished. On his transparent face, like a twisted red jelly, his features were contorted.
It was as if an invisible, scorching stove was hanging on his body, radiating light and heat, burning his flesh and blood to a crisp.
And the source of this light and heat was the scar on his neck.
The flesh there was already gone, and a blazing heat was piercing his eyes.
When Allen glanced at it, he was reminded of magma erupting from a volcano, which made him squint unconsciously.
"It's no wonder that this prophecy spell was lost. When performed with a crystal ball, it directly piles up unknown information without any mental preparation and assembles it into a picture."
"If it's for a positive future, there shouldn't be any problem. At most, it's just a bit blurry. But the purpose of a prophecy spell is to avoid 'disadvantages.' Most of the time, it's like this, diving headfirst into various negative futures. The dense images of 'bad outcomes' are shocking, and the fear of the unknown is at its peak. If you want to use a prophecy spell to determine if your family's future is safe, but you end up seeing a headless corpse right in front of you, it's hard not to go insane."
"No wonder Kishirika said that after she was resurrected, she often saw groups of prophecy mages jumping off buildings. I'm really curious about what kind of future the Demon Emperor brought that they saw."
"Kishirika's demigod essence? Kishirika bringing mountains of corpses and seas of blood from the Human-Demon War? Or did the other party directly use some kind of demon eye to 'look' through time and space?"
"It's completely normal to be scared out of your mind."
Allen smiled and stared straight at Leuf's twisted face.
"So the question is... Leuf, can you tell me why you turned into this?"
Leuf just looked at Allen with his transparent face, which had no flesh and blood, like a phantom monster. His mouth twisted into an exaggerated arc, and with a pat, the only remaining part of his mouth fell to the ground.
"Home."
Allen looked at him for a while, confirmed that effective communication was impossible, and extended his hand.
His palm pierced Leuf's face and passed through the orange, transparent 'jelly' face with ease.
—The feedback from his 'sword swing' just now was clear. It could only cut Leuf's remaining flesh and blood, but it couldn't affect his phantom right side.
The part of his body that had disappeared... looked similar to the specters that came out of the mana vortex on the island...
But the color was different... At this moment, Leuf was a red specter burning like magma, while the specters were as dark as a curtain of rain.
An epiphany came to him, and three words naturally entered Allen's mind.
—"Spiritification."
—When Allen first came to the mountaintop on the island, Merna's delirious reaction was due to her body being constantly corroded by the impurities of the specter's aura in the magic stone she absorbed in a short period of time, leading to her gradual "spiritification."
However, after the "Divine Descent," the specter's aura in her body was washed away by the Divine Strike. After that, Allen also asked her: Why didn't you use an ordinary Divine Strike to remove the magical impurities in your body before?
Merna smiled and replied: The magical impurities are also mana. When they absorb the mana from the magic stone, they flow through their own mana and have already eroded every corner of the body. It is an incurable disease that cannot be shaken off.
Even if a part of it is removed with a Divine Strike, it will gradually corrode the human body as the mana rushes freely through the body.
To truly and completely remove it, at least a Divine Strike equivalent to the total mana of the "spiritified" person is needed.
Who can do that?
Only you, Mr. Allen.
"Is there any hope for you?"
His words echoed in the cabin, which was open to the wind and rain.
The next moment, zap, crackle! The hand that 'pierced' his brain trembled with a dazzling golden electric glow!
Leuf's red, transparent face was like the surface of a toilet bowl with a reciprocating automatic plunger, constantly bubbling with countless bubbles.
Allen looked at Leuf's 'unmoved' spiritified face, squinted, and the golden electric glow instantly exploded, turning into a cluster of bright electric nets!
A flash of light passed!
All of Leuf's remaining flesh and blood, mixed with his clothes, fell to the ground with a thump, a pile of flesh piled on top of another, stopping at Allen's knees.
The red light that had been burning on Leuf's body in the cabin finally disappeared.
The rain and wind intertwined, howling and hissing from the cracked cabin, roaring unwillingly in the darkness.
Allen looked at the pile of flesh on the ground and was silent for a long time.
"Mm, no hope."
"We're saved!!!"
Suddenly, the angry shouts that had been mixed with the rain stopped. A group of heads climbed in through the open cabin, and more than twenty adventurers, piled on top of each other, all looked at the flashing electric light in Allen's hand with surprise.
They cheered!
"Lord Allen!!" "Lord Allen!!"
Shouts came one after another, mixed with the sound of countless footsteps. The crowd grabbed Allen's limbs and pulled him out of the meat sludge like a radish. They turned and ran outside!
Swish! Lightning pierced the rain.
Allen quickly scanned the crowd and found that they were all familiar faces. They had no intention of tearing him apart, and no one had the "spiritification" features like Leuf.
He hesitated for a moment, then let them carry him forward with their hands and feet.
They went around the mast that had destroyed the roof.
They walked to the ruined corridor, which had about half a meter of water.
In Allen's eyes.
'A strange precognitive dream... The ship will be in danger in the future? I regularly cast the Divine Strike, so logically there shouldn't be any possibility of danger, right? Let's see what they're going to do. Anyway, this dream is enough...'
Allen suddenly turned his head and looked at the corridor floor.
Oh, no, it should be the surface of the water.
He saw Merna sleeping peacefully on the accumulated water in the corridor in a very sacred posture, with her hands clasped in front of her abdomen. Her body swayed with the wind on the water.
She was so peaceful that she wasn't even breathing.
Allen: ...
'...Well, this dream can't get any more absurd.'
'Let's continue. My mental state is still good.'
At this moment, the crowd surrounded Allen and rushed out of the cabin.
They threw the harsh conditions outside the cabin right in Allen's face!
The black sea surged! Lightning flashed in the sky!
The fierce wind howled from all directions! The entire ship was moaning!
The mast was broken at the base! The huge mainsail was crumpled by the wind! It rolled on the deck with the water!
It crashed into the crowd!
Poor Allen was sent flying into the air and landed with a thud next to the broken mainmast.
Allen quickly pulled his body out of the hole in the deck. He even forgot to use the Flowing Water Sword Style. He looked at the right side of the ship in shock.
In his line of sight.
At the end of the ship, the distant black clouds and the black sea were indistinguishable, eroding and licking each other.
Swish!!
An electric glow, a sunrise, a dark rain, and a howling wind.
A scorching red, like the sun, like magma from the depths of the earth, emerged from the sea. It stretched its body ferociously, twisting and turning, and 'looked' at Allen from a distance.
A giant red mana vortex stood between the sky and the sea.
It was very far, yet very close.
As if he could reach out and be sucked into it.
Rain flowed down Allen's face. He no longer had his calm demeanor. He immediately turned his head to the side.
Os stood on the other side of the mast, letting the rain pour over him.
Because of his massive size, he looked like a black tower standing in the rain.
He seemed to have noticed Allen's gaze. He turned around, and with a fist-sized blood-filled hole in his chest, he smiled at Allen.
Allen roared, but his voice could not pierce the rain. "Os! The main island! Is this the main island!?"
But Os still heard him. He tilted his head, looked at Allen, and stretched out his hand, opening it in front of his face.
The rain poured into his palm.
In his palm was a crumpled lump of iron—the identity tags.
—When adventurers were in danger in a dungeon, it was difficult for survivors to bring the bodies out completely. In some moments of crisis that required an evacuation, the bodies were just a burden for the survivors.
So, for this high-risk profession, adventurers developed a tacit agreement over time:
If the dungeon was cleared, to avoid future complications, they should burn the bodies of their fallen companions on the spot and bring back their belongings to serve as a cenotaph.
If the dungeon was not cleared and they needed to escape in a life-or-death situation, they would bring back each other's "tokens."
These "tokens" could be bracelets, mana appendages, armor and swords that could be useful in escaping, or lightweight necklaces.
Os's S-rank adventurer team, "Blazing Heart," was made up of poor people from the Kingdom of Dragon King.
They didn't have anything valuable. Their tokens were just simple iron tags with their names engraved on them.
Because it was so light and small, it could be brought back 'intact' every time, and given back...
To the families of the people whose names were on them.
Members came and went: old people died, and new people joined.
But the number of members never changed: nine.
The blood of adventurers was always blazing, and the hearts of adventurers never wavered.
However, in this dream.
The identity tags that should have been carefully preserved and given to the families of his brothers.
Were crumpled into a lump of iron.
"Blazing Heart," three months ago, on the 'adventure' to reclaim the secret sword.
Except for Os.
They were all annihilated on the "Main Island."
Pat, pat.
Pieces of scorched black charcoal and internal organs were coughed up by Os. In Allen's shrinking pupils, he grinned at Allen, his eyes blazing, and said.
"Revenge."
His voice was very light, unable to pierce the curtain of rain.
Allen still made out what he said from the shape of his mouth.
In just one breath, Allen's expression was stunned for a moment, his face twitched, and then he became furious.
He turned to walk back to the cabin.
"F***!!"
"Dammit!! The variable is here!! There's more than one lunatic on the ship in reality!"
"The timing is wrong! I missed the best opportunity to ask the dream again! It should have been before I boarded the ship, not now! The week the ship was being repaired should have been my best time to integrate with the adventurers!"
"Five minutes! There's still time. As long as Merna wakes me up, five minutes, the variable hasn't spread yet!"
"Wake up!"
"Wake me up!!!"
The rain and the wind twisted together, and the world seemed to be covered in a layer of mist.
A distant voice came from the rain.
"...Allen."
"...Mr."
"Allen..."
"Mr.!!!"
Allen suddenly opened his eyes! The electric glow illuminated his pupils!!
Cold, salty rain splattered on Allen's face!
Crying! Cursing! The ship trembled, making people want to vomit.
And the wind and rain.
Was howling from all directions.
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