All Novel Full Book 2 Chapter 597
Book 2 Chapter 597
The dragon was flying above the highest clouds.
That’s why the sight of Residue crashing through the mansion and being flung outside appeared so dramatic. It would have been even more so under the moonlight. At least in terms of theatrics.
…The sky still looked dim.
The sinkhole torn into the heavens and the meteor shower around it, the meteor shower─
“……”
Had noticeably decreased.
That meant the numbers of Destruction had decreased.
Residue stared at the diminishing meteors with lifeless eyes, silently counting them, lost in thought. Had the Half King truly succeeded? Had she really managed to hold them off all on her own?
It was as he had expected, but the bitter reality of it all left a sour taste.
As always, there was no role left for Residue to play.
Cutting through the clouds, he fell and continued to fall.
As Residue plummeted from the highest of heights, a certain sensation crept into his mind. It felt as if the conceptual idea of "falling from grace" had been directly realized in physical form.
The descent seemed endless, but eventually, the end drew near.
The ground came into view. …From this height, the impact of the fall would be devastating. If he did nothing and simply loosened all the tension in his body, perhaps he could shatter into pieces and die cleanly.
However, just before he hit the ground, Residue’s fingers twitched.
BOOM!
He landed with a heavy thud. The impact still lingered, but his body suffered no damage. Right before the collision, he had wrapped his entire body in a cushion of wind.
It was a reaction even he couldn’t understand.
Why?
Hadn’t he wanted to see Lukas’s body torn into pieces and scattered?
Or… was he still clinging to life?
“…Hoo.”
He didn’t want to think about it any further.
“……!”
He felt someone approaching him hastily, their voice urgent but he couldn’t be bothered to care.
Wrapped in suffocating ennui, Residue closed his eyes.
*
[…Due to the current …ituation, the Destruction Countermeasures Headquarters is not …iving measures …easing the expectations for their purpose…]
Bzzzzt. Bzzzt.
The static-filled voice grated on his ears, prompting Residue to open his eyes.
A cracked ceiling greeted his gaze.
“……”
Recently, he’d been waking up in this sort of manner often. He first tested his arms, giving them a little swing. They moved just fine. Then, he surveyed his surroundings. 𝐑𝔞ΝȯBÊs̈
It was a desolate room.
No, it was difficult to even call this a room. In this space, no larger than about 10 pyeong (33 square meters), old dust and rough sand were scattered haphazardly. The wallpaper was peeling off in patches.
There wasn’t anything one could call proper furniture either. A broken table, a chair, and a bed missing part of its frame… The place that looked like a balcony or rather, a veranda, was wide open without a door, exposing the dreary sky and the cityscape.
The front door was completely shattered. Judging by its condition, it had been broken and abandoned a long time ago.
He wasn’t restrained or imprisoned.
But Residue had no memory of landing in a place like this. In other words, someone must have brought him here. …Was it the figure he had seen before closing his eyes?
[…Additionally, the headquarters… regarding countermeasures for identifying ‘Hide’ is still …ing significant difficulties… declared that they would exert …tmost effort in addressing the situation… however, the citizens’… is…….]
The static-filled voice continued to flow from a radio on the broken table.
Its bent antenna was managing to catch the broadcast, surprisingly.
Residue got up and reached out toward the radio.
“Hmm. If I were you, I wouldn’t touch that.”
A voice rang out. He wasn’t even startled.
Residue had been aware of that presence ever since he’d opened his eyes.
A petite girl stood at the front door. She wore a baker’s cap pulled down low and held a massive bag that was almost the size of her upper body.
“That thing took me two days to tune to the right frequency. If you mess with it even a little, it’ll turn back into a piece of junk. Just saying.”
“……”
Residue glanced at the girl, then turned his gaze back to the radio. Reaching out, he casually flicked the antenna with his finger.
"Ah, what are you..."
The girl exclaimed in surprise, but in that brief moment, a faint spark of electricity flickered at his fingertips.
[─Furthermore, the Void Lords still seem to display a negative stance on cooperation. Even with the emergence of Destruction in the 216-15 region, they have yet to withdraw their support for the Half King─]
“Ohhh.”
The girl hurriedly came over and examined the radio from various angles.
“It’s… way clearer now? How’d you do that? Are you, by any chance, some kind of mechanic or something, hyung?"
Hyung, huh.
Looking closer, it seemed the girl wished to be perceived as a boy.
In truth, she was still quite young. Her loose-fitting clothes and the hat pressed low over her head made it difficult for most people, unless they had particularly sharp eyes, to discern her true identity.
Without responding, Residue stood up and strode toward the girl. Startled, she flinched as he snatched the bag from her arms.
“H-Hey…”
While she was still caught off guard, Residue pulled a water canteen out of the bag and gulped it down. His thirst seemed to subside a little.
“That… was valuable…”
The girl’s expression turned crestfallen, and she meekly expressed her grievance, but Residue ignored her completely.
He then returned to the torn-up bed he had been lying on earlier and sat down once again.
“Get lost.”
After saying that briefly, he closed his eyes again.
Sleeping wasn’t such a bad activity. At least it allowed him to stop thinking for a while.
His lingering fatigue hadn’t yet fully subsided. Wanting to rest until his mind cleared, Residue allowed his consciousness to drift into a loose, hazy state.
*
…About a month.
The dragon had been flying swiftly through the skies for nearly a month.
Initially, the location had been prepared simply as a place to take shelter from the rain, or perhaps as a temporary gathering spot for conversations. However, even after the original purpose had been fulfilled, Beniang did not stop the dragon’s flight.
Residue, pondering the meaning behind such behavior, arrived at a thought.
Perhaps the Seven Fanged Dragon God was observing and trying to comprehend the fused worlds.
In truth, except for the final day, she hadn’t even shown her face. This was evidence that she had something else she was focusing on.
Then… what was the situation now?
The dragon and Beniang had fought against Pale to protect Residue. He wondered just how far their battle had escalated.
And what about Sedi? She was also someone who would likely disapprove of Residue’s escape.
Of course, that would make sense.
After all, she was the woman who had abandoned her own Territory just to care for Lukas’s body. Over time, Lukas Trowman had grown to occupy either part, or perhaps all, of her life.
'You did something unnecessary, dragon.'
Residue was drowning in deep fatigue and lethargy.
He felt like a drifter aboard a rudderless ship, letting himself float aimlessly with no destination. He lacked even the motivation to throw himself into the sea, leaving everything to the currents as he drifted along.
If, somehow, Pale managed to find him again and came to take his life…
That didn’t seem like such a bad ending, he thought.
*
When he opened his eyes, Residue felt a pang of disappointment. Even while sleeping, his thoughts hadn’t stopped.
Damn it. Even dreaming? I’ve truly become just another wretched mortal.
He sighed as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.
Then he realized that the last command he had given before falling asleep hadn’t been followed.
In other words, the girl was still in the room.
“……”
Having given up the bed to the “guest” Residue, she had curled up on a chair with no legs and fallen asleep.
The air was quite chilly, likely because the sun had disappeared from the sky. On a planet where the sun didn’t exist, it was hard to imagine fragile creatures like these being able to survive.
Residue sat on the edge of the bed for a moment before noticing a weight inside his robe. As he rummaged through its inner pocket, a few items emerged.
One was the mask of the Beginning Wizard.
The other was
“……”
A necklace. He had seen it before.
It was the necklace Beniang had possessed, the one she had said could discern Destruction, crafted from the “God's Eye”.
'When did she put this in?'
Was it when she made contact to remove the chains? That must’ve been it.
But why would she give this to me?
Residue stared at the necklace with a complicated expression before sighing and roughly shoving it back into his robe.
He stood from the bed and walked toward the veranda.
The cityscape unfolded before him, and he realized that the room he was in was located on the mid-upper floors of a high-rise building.
Ruined buildings, houses with roofs peeled back as if bombed, smoke rising from every block, and broken-down vehicles strewn about the roads like crumpled cans. The movements of the people wandering the streets were damp and heavy with an oppressive air.
Amid the darkened city, remnants of what once seemed to be an advanced civilization could faintly be seen.
Residue, however, quickly lost interest. His face reflected disinterest as he turned back toward the room.
That’s when his gaze met the girl’s.
The girl, who had been sitting on the chair, was staring at him with wide, alert eyes. Though he hadn’t made an effort to conceal his presence, he had moved fairly quietly.
She seemed to have a rather sharp sensitivity.
“Are you feeling better?”
At the same time, she was annoyingly brazen.
“I brought some food. Want some?”
At her words, Residue suddenly became aware of the hunger he had forgotten about.
Just one day without eating, and his stomach was already growling. This body was so inconvenient.
And hunger, it always reminded him of a certain unpleasant woman. Irritated by the thought, he reached for the bag on the table.
Before he could grab it, the girl quickly snatched it up first.
“Ahem. I’m happy to share, but let’s chat a bit, shall we?”
“……”
“…Seriously, hyung. Are you always this quiet?”
The girl asked again, now looking visibly exasperated.
‘Quiet,’ huh.
No one had ever described him like that before.
“I don’t have a habit of spewing unnecessary words.”
Residue gave a half-hearted response, too annoyed to bother explaining further.
Despite his curt reply, the girl let out a giggle, as if something about it amused her.
“Maybe it’s not unnecessary this time? If you don’t talk to me, no bread for you.”
Did this girl even realize it?
That someone without power could never truly hold the upper hand.
And that Residue could erase her very soul as easily and lightly as a flick of his finger.
…But then again, growling at a rabbit was just as undignified. So instead of reacting, Residue merely stared at the girl.
Perhaps she thought this meant he was finally ready to talk, as she smiled brightly.
“My name’s Luca! What about you, hyung?”
Luca.
Residue briefly shifted his gaze to the dark blonde strands of hair poking out from beneath her hat. It felt like an irritating coincidence.
“I don’t have one.”
“Huh? What don’t you have?”
“A name.”
He wasn’t in the mood to say his name 'Residue'.
Luca blinked a few times, then nodded to herself. She seemed to think, Well, I guess that’s possible. That’s the impression she gave off.
“I see. Then─”
“Why did you save me?”
Residue recalled the moment right before he had lost consciousness.
After falling from the sky, he had landed somewhere in a slightly better-off city than this ruin. The one who had found him in that state was this girl, Luca, and she had gone so far as to move him to this desolate room.
It was an excessive amount of kindness to show to a stranger, someone she had never met before.
However, in response to Residue’s question, Luca only looked confused.
“Does a person need a reason to save another person?”
A hypocrite, huh? At such a young age, no less. How pitiful.
Residue sighed and tore a piece off the bread he held, popping it into his mouth.
It tasted disgusting. He wasn’t sure, but it seemed like it might even be moldy.
“Ah! My bread, when did you…?”
"Don't involve yourself with me."
Residue said briefly.
“Why not?”
“Because you don’t understand how dangerous I am.”
“How dangerous are you?”
She asked so directly that even Residue found himself momentarily speechless, unable to come up with a response.
Chewing on the bread, he soon decided to change his approach.
“Alright then, kid. Who do you think is the worst villain you can imagine?”
“Uh… Thanos?”
“What did he do?”
“He killed half the living beings in the universe.”
“……”
That’s… a strong contender.
If he was such a prominent figure, Residue felt like he should have at least heard the name before, but it was completely new to him.
But.
“I’m more dangerous than he is.”
“You sound really confident. Have you killed people before?”
“Something like that.”
“How many?”
“So many I can’t count.”
At that, Luca gave him a big grin.
“Then, hyung, you’re just like me.”
─We’re the same.
For a brief moment, Beniang’s face overlapped with Luca’s in his mind.
The unpleasant experience made Residue frown deeply.
“Stop being a nuisance and get lost.”
After stuffing the rest of the bread into his mouth and swallowing it, he lay back down on the bed.
Yeah yeah, she replied lazily, her tone a bit flippant.