Swordmaster's Youngest Son

Chapter 119: Forces That Destroy the World, Forces That Save the World (3)

Jin was the last one to find out that Kullam had descended.

Everyone else had been waiting for five minutes for Jin to wake up.

‘Was everything that I saw a delusion?’

Impossible.

The energy shard that pierced his chest. Him throwing up blood and fainting. Everything seemed so real. Even now, being alive felt like an illusion.

‘Then does that mean I already lost my consciousness when Laosa started walking?’

Exactly as he said, Jin had already lost consciousness at that point. However, all of his wounds from the impacts and mana overflow were now gone.

His body felt cleansed and light. He pinched his cheek to confirm whether it was all a dream, and he felt pain.

Seeing his confusion, Syris laughed.

“Just a moment ago, you were ready to face the end. But it seems you really do value your life.”

“And you tried to save me there when I fainted…”

“What? When did I? As soon as you fell, the god descended, and it was game over.”

Jin made an awkward smile.

‘It seems Kullam showed me the scenario where everything went wrong.’

The others didn’t experience the ‘worst universe’.

Yet, Jin knew that Syris would act the same if she were at death’s door.

“Hmph. Honestly, I thought the Runcandel baby was out of his mind doing something so foolish based on nothing. Somehow, he made the god descend… Syris, your lover here is so mature for his age.”

Talaris thought that Kullam’s descent was due to Jin’s meticulous calculations. Syris thought the same, so they were genuinely impressed.

Jin felt a little embarrassed in the situation, but before he could clear things up, there was business to deal with.

“Murakan… Where’s Murakan?!”

“I’m fine. God dammit. You beatable motherfucker. I thought you died!”

Murakan spat curses with a beet-red face. He was just pouring out his relief onto Jin.

Indeed, it was very dangerous.

Had Kullam not descended, their plans would have been over.

Murakan halted his reproaching at Jin and turned to glare at Kullam.

“So, who the hell are you? You’re doing some divine ability stuff, so you aren’t just any minor god or something. But your energy is very foreign to my memory.”

Murakan felt that Kullam wasn’t very authentic.

Experiencing the life of the gods with Solderet, Murakan knew that gods descended in order to fulfill some ulterior, selfish motive.

“Damn, look at the destroyed ship. That Zipfel genius is lying and rolling on the ground… Look at you, showing up so late even when you have this much power. You definitely have something up your sleeve. What the hell do you want from the kid?”

Wherever Murakan pointed, there were magicians who fainted from mana overflow. Even the six dragons succumbed to the immense power.

Kullam used his divine abilities to induce it within them. Instead of answering the black dragon, he pulled out a small mirror.

‘Mirror?!’

The artifact that the Zipfels used to generate 7-star magicians in Jin’s past life—the Fountain of Mana.