The Saint of the God of Chaos.

This was the first time Cale got to see him.

“Ah, ah- it is the Saint-nim-”

“Oh light of Chaos-”

The believers around Cale openly showed their deep faith toward the Saint.

– This is different from what I expected.

He heard the Heavenly Demon’s sound transmission.

– He seems more like a slaughterer than a Saint.

It was as he said.

Cale looked toward the Saint.

The first thing he noticed was the guy’s grey eyes.

‘The God of Chaos.’

The grey aura wave that the God of Chaos had released…

The grey eyes that made him think of that wave seemed oddly empty.

The next thing he noticed was the guy’s physique.

‘His body is well-trained.’

It was the complete opposite of Saint Jack, the Saint of the Sun God.

He could make out the well-toned physique of the Saint despite the baggy priest robe.

He wasn’t overly muscular but more of a toned body. He seemed more like a knight than a warrior-

‘No. Slaughterer does seem to fit.’

Slim yet toned…

Long arms and legs…

Straight posture…

Decent height…

And-

‘His gaze.’

His empty gaze was oddly cold and vicious.

Cale could understand why the Heavenly Demon said that he was like a slaughterer.

It felt like the Saint was giving off an unexplainable scent of blood. It wasn’t that he actually smelled like blood.

You could just feel the special atmosphere of someone who walked that path.

– It won’t be easy.

The Super Rock commented.

– He gives off a disgusting scent.

The Sky Eating Water openly showed her discomfort. But she still said something else as well.

– Cale. Don’t reveal yourself for as long as possible until the plan is in motion.

She warned.

– The Dominating Aura and even me. If you have to use your powers, don’t take the two of us out today.

The Sky Eating Water and the Dominating Aura.

– If you use even the slightest bit of either of us, that Saint will immediately notice that we possess the power of the God of Chaos. He will instantly figure out our identities and our location.

The two powers had something in common.

– We possess chaos.

Cale responded with silence to show that he understood.

‘It won’t be easy.’

This Saint bastard wouldn’t be an easy opponent.

It was a Saint giving off the aura of a slaughterer.

‘He’s also not hiding that aura.’

He was openly revealing his murderous intent.

‘No. Rather than murderous intent-’

It was different from the aura of someone who wanted to purposely harm someone else.

It just feels like something he was born with-

‘Yeah. This murderous intent should come natural to that Saint. This is something he was born with.’

Cale peeked around.

“Ahh ahh-”

“Oh esteemed Saint-!”

The Night of the Beginning.

The center of the basin…

The believers cheered even louder as he slowly headed down into the basin.

Although the Saint was not doing anything, although he was not using the power of his god, the murderous intent-like aura that he was giving off was making people submit and cheer for him.

“…….”

Cale continued to look around.

The extremely excited believers…

Cale was currently standing on the north side of the basin. It was the same direction that the Saint was heading down.

Cale could see the back of the Saint as the Saint walked toward the sacrifices.

‘The East.’

Eruhaben and Gashan were over there.

‘The West.’

Rosalyn and the Heavenly Demon were there.

East and West.

Eruhaben and Rosalyn would immediately activate their large-scale flight magic as soon as Cale gave the signal.

‘The South.’

Cale looked toward where Alberu Crossman was standing.

‘Mm.’

The two of them made eye contact.

Alberu was already looking at Cale.

Although they were far away, Cale was certain that they had made eye contact.

‘Hmm?’

But something was weird.

Tilt.

Alberu tilted his head to one side and then looked up at the sky.

The sky was still grey, but…

Alberu was tilting his head from side to side while looking at it. He seemed to be thinking that something was weird.

‘Mm.’

Cale was curious but decided not to pay it any attention for now.

Because-

Boom!

There was a short thud of a drum.

“…….”

“…….”

Everything became quiet.

The Saint entered the center of the basin where the sacrifices were located.

Step, step.

He was the only one moving.

The believers were silent as they watched him.

As for the sacrifices-

“……!”

“!!”

They wanted to say something but they had gags in their mouths and their limbs were bound. They could only stay kneeling.

“…….”

Cale just quietly watched.

‘Not yet.’

He was waiting for something to send the signal.

‘When the sky opens.’

As the Saint went to the center of the Night of the Beginning, the Flipped Night… Once he stood on top of it and got ready to start the ritual…

‘The grey fog will move away and the sky will open.’

The new moon will be visible.

That was the moment Cale would give the signal for Eruhaben and Rosalyn to activate the large-scale flight magic circle.

The two of them had already finished their calculations. Rosalyn had even taken out a bunch of magic stones and inscribed additional magic circles on them to save them.

‘I’m sure it’ll immediately be noticed.’

It was a spell for lifting 500 people into the air at once.

Even their ancient Dragon and mighty mage would not be able to do it within a few seconds.

‘A shield is needed as well.’

They had to cast a shield to surround the sacrifices as well as they lifted them up.

‘It’ll take some time.’

Basically, in the casting time and as the spell was being used… Cale knew that it would take some time.

‘It is up to us to deal with that.’

The Heavenly Demon, Gashan, Alberu… And Cale.

It was up to the four of them.

The Heavenly Demon, who had taken a look around this place before the ritual started, had nonchalantly commented.

‘Over a third of the believers here are at the level of an average martial artist in the Demon Cult.’

An average martial artist in the Demon Cult.

That meant that they were similar to Second Rank martial artists in the Martial Arts world, putting them at the level of most low-grade knights of a typical kingdom.

‘Swordsmen, mages, spearmen… There are quite a lot of differences between these believers.’

They had a diverse array of powers as well.

‘Cale. It will not be easy.’

Looking at overall strength, there weren’t many people here that could take on Cale’s group.

But a good number of believers and the priests had decent levels of strength.

– It will not be easy.

The Super Rock gulped as he commented.

Yes. It would not be easy for four people to handle all of these enemies.

– Cale.

He heard Eruhaben’s voice.

– The people around the Saint are not weak.

The people who came with the Saint…

Although the Saint was the only one to head to the center of the basin… The core figures of the church who had come with him were all strong.

‘Is that a bishop?’

It looked to be one bishop and some high-ranked priests.

There were a couple people who looked like Holy Knights as well.

A total of six people.

– The weakest is at Gashan’s level.

As Eruhaben mentioned, they were all at least as strong as the tribe leader of the Tiger tribe.

Boom!

The drum thudded once more.

The ancient Dragon and the Super Rock both stopped talking to Cale.

It could not be helped.

Flutter.

The Saint took a step forward.

‘The Flipped Night.’

He took a step toward the small puddle, the lake at the center.

Flutter.

He was walking on the surface of the water despite not using any power.

Although he was giving off a ton of murderous intent…

Although his appearance and facial atmosphere did not seem to fit that of a Saint…

Flutter.

He stood firm as he walked.

And the way he walked on top of the water as if he was walking on the ground gave off a holy feeling.

Flutter.

The moment he arrived at the center…

The moment he arrived at the altar…

– Huff huff.

The Fire of Destruction suddenly started breathing heavily.

– That’s…mine……!

The Fire of Destruction was already claiming the altar to be his.

– Sniff sniff.

The Sound of the Wind started sniffing as well.

– The divine item. The divine item under water is starting to roar! That’s… Mine, no, ours……!

No.

It was for the Blue Wolf.

But Cale didn’t want to make the Sound of the Wind cry, so he just remained silent.

‘Prince Consort Hin Pao.’

He recalled one of Hin Pao’s memories.

It allowed him to know the timing of the ritual that was about to happen.

“…….”

The Saint looked around.

His gaze ended on the round area surrounding the Flipped Night.

The arena where the sacrifices would kill and be killed.

“…….”

The sacrifices, facing his stoic gaze, suddenly felt fear and avoided his gaze.

Boom–!

The drum pounded.

The Saint raised his hand.

Cale knew what would happen.

He had seen it in Hin Pao’s memories.

Shaaaa-

The Saint waved his hand in the air.

Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

The breeze moved through the center of the basin.

Psss.

“!”

“……!”

The sacrifices opened their eyes wide.

The grey gag and chains… The ropes…

Everything binding them down disappeared.

No, they turned to smoke and headed up to the sky.

“!”

“……!”

They immediately opened their mouths and tried to say something.

Boom!

But the drum pounded once more.

“!!”

“……!”

They could not do anything.

‘Mm.’

Cale looked down at his arms.

He got goosebumps all over.

– It is the aura of the God of Chaos.

He heard the Super Rock’s quiet voice.

Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

The breeze blew by once more.

The Saint’s clothes fluttered.

The wind spreading out with him at the center…

The grey aura carried by that wind…

‘It’s fear.’

It was the Fear of Chaos.

Of course, it was a very weak version of it.

“!”

“……!!”

However, to make the sacrifices fall into fear and not dare to open their mouths…

“Ahh ahh-”

“Ah-”

It was definitely enough. It was also enough to make the believers fall into delight.

The ability to control his powers so that a bunch of people would feel the same amount of his aura…

‘He’s strong.’

The Saint. This bastard was really strong.

He might even be stronger than Cho and Ryun.

Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

The Saint, the man who had caused that wind to spread out, carefully knelt down.

He clasped his hands together while looking up at the altar.

“Oh Chaos-”

Plop.

All of the believers around knelt down.

They clasped their hands together.

Cale did the same.

Only the sacrifices were watching and shaking with anxiety.

The Saint then started to speak.

“It has become the night to return to the beginning where everything started.”

The moment he said that…

Ruuuuuuumble-

The ground started to shake.

To be more specific, the cliffs of the gorge that surrounded this area were shaking.

Peek.

Cale looked up.

It was opening.

No, it was disappearing.

The grey fog was slowly going away.

He could see the darkness beyond the fog.

The sky finally opened…

Booboboboooooooooom–!

And the Root of the Beginning was pulling back the bridge connecting the different sides of the cliff.

“…….”

Cale closed his eyes.

It was at that moment.

– Cale. Not yet?

He heard Eruhaben’s voice.

– It’s too slow.

The Saint’s voice was continuing to echo out.

The wind was making it so that his voice would carry farther.

“The advent of chaos-”

– Cale, they are going to brainwash the sacrifices soon-

Cale opened his eyes.

‘I can hear it.’

Far away.

The news he had been waiting for could be heard.

Smile.

Cale started to smile.

Swoooooooosh-

Wind gathered at his ankle.

He then stood up.

The believers looked at him with confusion as he stood there with a hood covering his face, but…

Cale was already moving.

Someone then noticed something was wrong.

“!”

The Saint stopped speaking.

He jumped up.

The first place he looked was toward the South.

Baaaaaang–!

There was a loud explosion.

But the explosions did not stop and were getting closer.

Very quickly.

“!”

As the grey fog lifted and they stood there under the night sky with the new moon…

The Saint saw something shooting up as if to pierce the sky.

It was ice.

Ice shot up toward the sky like a nail.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang-

It then exploded and covered the area.

And-

‘Fire!’

He saw fire as well.

The fire also shot up toward the sky as if to pierce it.

But something was weird.

This was not a normal fire.

It felt like a liquid; a fire that was as red as lava swept through the area like a wave.

And that wave was pushing toward them.

Getting closer and closer.

He could also see the two people standing on top of the flame wave.

“The Saint is over there! You motherfuckers of chaos, you dare to betray us?!”

“…….”

The wanderers, Cho and Ryun.

It was the two of them.

An instant.

They were only taking a few seconds to head over there. And in the short period of time it took to notice them…

“!”

The Saint could not react to them.

Swoooooooosh-

He heard the sound of wind behind him.

But it was not his wind.

It was not a wind caused by chaos.

The quickly approaching wind…

In that short period of time he lost focus for a second because of the chaos created by fire and ice…

In that instant…

Swoooooooosh-

A strand of wind had quickly reached the Saint.

It was the movement of someone who was fully prepared.

Furthermore, the people who had also noticed this change had started to move as well.

Ooooooooong-

Ooooooooo——

Red mana and white gold mana…two large pillars of water shot up from the East and West.

Their mana then shot toward the sacrifices at the center.

Caw, caw.

Gashan had already gone berserk next to Eruhaben, calling crows over from all directions.

The night sky…

On a night where only the stars were visible as it was the night of the new moon…

crows shot up into that dark night sky.

Ooooooooo—

As for Rosalyn, who was waving red mana around and quickly casting spells…

The Heavenly Demon stood next to her with his arms crossed.

Dark red aura started to slowly rise from around him.

It was faint compared to the aura of a god released by the Saint, but it was an aura full of absolute faith.

The Heavenly Demon, the god of the Demon Cult, was standing as a gatekeeper next to Rosalyn.

“…….”

Alberu looked up at the sky and grabbed the hilt of his sword.

Ooooo–

The sword imbued with the sun was slowly starting to shake.

It was telling Alberu to pull this sword out at any moment.

But Alberu just looked toward the North.

Swoooooooosh-

This unexpected occurrence happening around the believers…

The Saint had no time to pay attention to this large fluctuation of mana and the spell.

Wind.

The wind that had squeezed itself through the wind of chaos…

The refreshing wind that gave off an unexplainable feeling of fear…

The Saint turned his head.

Baaaaaang—!

Baaaaang—!

He could still hear the destruction caused by the fire and ice, but…

The Saint’s instincts were telling him something.

‘I’m going to die.’

This wind behind his back…

He would die if he could not dodge this.

The Saint’s hand moved.

Baaaaang!

The Saint stepped back with that small explosion.

Flutter.

As he was flung away from the altar and stood on top of the water…

A man was smiling toward him.

The hood was removed and the man showed himself.

“Hi?”

It was Cale.

He greeted the Saint.

He then continued in a happy voice.

“What a pity. I wanted to land an ambush if possible.”

The Saint’s pupils started shaking.

“–!”

He could not even speak.

He also had no time to pay attention to the sacrifices.

Or to the people coming to destroy their Holy Land.

He had no time to do anything.

His attention was fully on the man who had shown himself.

He was focused on the man wearing a black mask.

The Saint extended his hand.

However……

“No need to drag things out.”

Cale had already finished his preparations.

A ritual?

Sacrifices?

Cale started to think.

The Saint just had to do the ritual again.

It would take some time, but he didn’t have to give up because of one failure.

But what would be the thing that would make the Saint and the top executives of this church go crazy?

What would be the thing that hits them the hardest?

Chhhhh-

Five parchment rolled opened.

“Heh.”

Cale laughed and ripped one of them.

Normal parchments would not rip so easily with Cale’s strength, but…

Riiiiiip-

[Go into the hidden area of the Record Room to gain the ‘Record of the Power of Chaos.’]

[Go to the Flipped Night and rip up the records you have gained.]

‘It’s a game!’

“—!”

As the Saint gasped in astonishment without being able to say anything…

Cale looked at him and happily ripped up the ‘fear’ record that the church cherished so much.

He then shouted loudly.

He was addressing the top executives of the church and the Saint.

“Don’t come here!”

He threatened them.

“I’ll rip all of these up if you come here!”

Cale happily smiled while holding up the four other records.

His smiling mouth, which was not covered by the mask, was the only thing they could see.

“And this!”

Boom!

Cale’s foot became covered in wind as he stomped.

Cale stood on the altar, disrespectfully leaned on one leg, and stomped on the altar as he shouted.

“I’ll break this too if you touch me!”

Cale could not hold it in any longer now that he was here.

“Kahahaha!”

He subconsciously laughed out loud.

– You sound like a villain.

He ignored the glutton priestess.

He then thought to himself.

‘This is quite fun.’

He felt like he understood why the villains always acted like this.

Cale felt like he was relieving stress for the first time in a long while.

The new moon.

Underneath the open night sky…

The masked Cale stood at the center of the Night of the Beginning, the Holy Land of the God of Chaos, as he happily laughed.

“…This is driving me nuts.”

Alberu, who had been calmly watching him in this urgent and desperate situation, clenched his eyes shut.

But the corners of his lips were twitching as they rose up as well.

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Translator’s Comments

Cale’s villain back story. It was just fun to laugh like this.

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