[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 328

“Saintess?”

At the absurd question from the man in priestly robes, the pink-haired girl nods her head.

“Saintess Ga-eul. I didn’t exactly take a saintess aptitude test, but after smashing some heads of the guys crawling out of the Demon Gate, I somehow became a saintess.”

“Ga-eul… I see. So you’re the saintess who jumped into the Great Scheme and stirred up a mess.”

Han Ga-eul’s eyes widen as she points at herself.

“Wait, I’m really a saintess?”

“….”

The man in priestly robes didn’t see her as a saintess at all.

People tremble in fear and call them evil.

But if those people saw this scene, who would they call evil?

“People around me said so, so I just went along with it, but I really don’t know.”

Han Ga-eul shrugs her shoulders.

“A saintess isn’t called a saintess just because she has healing powers.”

“Wait, really?”

“There are quite a few who possess healing powers. But…”

As Han Ga-eul and the man in priestly robes continue their conversation, skeletons keep rising from the ground, relentlessly clawing their way up.

Their leisurely movements seemed to reflect their master’s personality.

“The power to face evil head-on. The power to annihilate them. Without that, they cannot be called righteous.”

“So, since I crushed the heads of those who came out of the Demon Gate, that makes me a saintess?”

Hearing Han Ga-eul’s words, the man in priestly robes lets out a low chuckle.

“Hehe. If I crush your head, wouldn’t I become a saint? Why don’t you realize you could also become evil?”

“Damn, your way of thinking is something else.”

“Indeed, Saintess. My name is Enoch. Someone standing here will become good, and someone lying there will become evil.”

“Wow, Enoch. Nice lecture on good and evil. Even a bug has something to teach.”

As Han Ga-eul finishes speaking, hundreds of skeletons begin pushing through the narrow doorway.

“Stop them at all costs. Such evil must never set foot in this sacred place.”

“Evil, you say? Saintess.”

Soon, those inside the building draw their weapons and rush out to clash with the skeletons.

*Clang!*

As their weapons collide with the skeletons, sparks fly.

“Ugh!?”

“Boss, these things are made of steel…”

A subordinate speaking to Enoch gets his neck bitten off by a skeleton.

“Gah!!”

*Crunch.*

The skeleton, seemingly delighted, grinds its teeth, and sticky flesh and blood stretch between them.

Even Enoch’s usually expressionless subordinates couldn’t overcome their instinctive fear and began stepping back.

“Humanity’s common trait is glass cannons. Fragile bodies firing guns, magic, even nukes. But inherently, their bodies are too weak.”

“Damn you.”

Cursing, Enoch pulls out a thick mace and smashes a skeleton charging at him.

*Clang!*

With a burst of sparks, the skeleton’s skull caves in, and it collapses.

“Truly the worst of the worst. I’ll make you repent myself.”

“You’re the one who needs to repent, cutting off people’s heads and nailing them to crosses.”

*Clang!*

As the man in priestly robes swings his mace with all his might, another skeleton’s skull caves in and falls.

Enoch’s eyes flash as he begins swinging his mace wildly.

With each swing, a skeleton falls. As his priestly robes flutter in the wind, the veins on his arms, firmly gripping the mace, become visible.

Unlike him, who silently crushes skeletons, one of his subordinates is overwhelmed by a skeleton, spraying a fountain of blood.

“Gah!”

Clearly, even Enoch’s subordinates, who surpass C-rank hunters…

I was showing off my skills.

But there was another problem.

*Thwack!*

Every time the self-proclaimed saint, a crazy necromancer, snapped her fingers, skeletons kept rising.

*Crack, crack!*

The skeletons, rising from the ground, pulled out a sharp rib bone, held it up, and charged with glowing eye sockets.

“Block them!”

“Ahhh!! My leg! It bit my leg!”

The skeletons, whose skulls were crushed by Enoch’s mace, rose again, their empty eye sockets glowing.

If Enoch’s subordinates had learned to overcome fear through training, the skeletons had no fear to begin with.

A skeleton with a broken leg crawled on the ground, biting at the enemies’ legs, while a skeleton with a missing rib tore through flesh with its sharp hand bones.

The fear of Enoch’s subordinates, facing this head-on, only grew thicker.

Even in the midst of this, Enoch pushed forward with unbelievable strength.

‘Necromancers who use black magic are physically weaker than regular mages. If we can just break through here…!’

*Crash!*

Enoch, who had just cleared a skeleton in front of him, looked at Han Ga-eul.

By now, the self-proclaimed saint was holding a heavy 7mm rifle.

“Whoosh.”

*Ratatatat—!*

The crazy self-proclaimed saint started firing the rifle indiscriminately, ignoring her own skeletons.

The thick bullets from the rifle poured down on Enoch and his subordinates.

“Ahhh!!”

For them, already on the brink of death from the swarming skeletons, this was a mind-numbing situation.

*Ping!*

Moreover, bullets ricocheting off the skeletons’ torsos made their trajectories unpredictable.

In modern warfare, three forces keep each other in check.

The military keeps hunters in check. Hunters keep monsters in check. And monsters keep the military in check.

Just like bullets bouncing off a skeleton’s torso, personal firearms are ineffective against most monsters, except for low-level ones.

But they work on people.

There’s a joke that says whether you’re an F-rank or S-rank hunter, a bullet to the head will kill you all the same.

Of course, once you reach mid to high-rank hunter status, personal firearms don’t work well.

The reason hunters don’t carry personal firearms when entering dungeon gates is simple.

Personal firearms don’t work on the vast majority of monsters. Even if they do, prolonged battles are impossible. Personal firearms break easily in extreme environments.

Dungeon gates have a set number of people allowed to enter. After a certain time or once the allowed number passes through, the gate’s entrance disappears instantly.

This also limits the ability to replenish ammunition for personal firearms.

It’s already a burden to carry personal supplies for a dungeon clear that could take days. No sane person would bring heavy firearms to such a place.

‘Then what’s that?’

*Ratatatat—!*

“Ahhh!!”

Of course, this isn’t a dungeon, so it’s an environment where personal firearms can be brought in sufficiently.

But in modern times, such firearms are only efficient when used by the military, which can pour out stockpiled resources in a short time. In a one-on-one battle between fully developed ability users, no one brings personal firearms like that.

In a world where even cold weapons weigh around 1kg, a 7mm assault rifle weighing nearly 4kg is even more impractical.

Enoch looked at the self-proclaimed saint and concluded.

She’s just messing around.

*Click.*

As Enoch smashed the skeletons’ skulls and glared at the saint, a round object rolled to his feet.

Soon, the round object exploded.

*Bang!*

With a weak explosion, yellow smoke began to fill the building.

“It’s Grandfather Herman’s mustard gas. Hold your breath and fight.”

“Crazy bitch, even biochemical weapons! What do you think international law is for!!”

“It’s not something a guy who sticks his head into a cross and beats it up should say. Can’t you use Shield Magic? I was curious if mustard particles could penetrate through the shield’s density.”

“Kyaaah!”

Even in this situation, Enoch was pushing through the wave of skeletons, advancing step by step.

“Ah, the stress from all those demerit points is finally melting away.”

Ratatatat─!

Skeletons are swarming, bullets are raining down, and a toxic mustard gas that could melt your skin is surging.

“My god, my idol Andromalius, please grant me the power to punish the wicked!”

Crackle.

Enoch’s muscles begin to tremble.

His entire body starts to transform into a shiny, black, shell-like skin.

“Oh! You can transform too? The demons I met in the Orc Dungeon could transform as well.”

Enoch, having quickly completed his transformation, tears through the skeletons with his sharp claws and charges towards the Saint.

Snap!

Seeing this, Han Ga-eul flicks her finger again.

Unlike the skeletons that had emerged from the ground so far, a dark red smoke gathers and quickly takes the form of a monstrous figure.

───

[Death Knight]

○Regeneration

○Summon Followers

○Death Aura

Level: 10

───

“Big Eater, that guy’s bothering me.”

Grooaa─!

The monster, now resembling a knight, charges at Enoch with a greatsword.

Kwaaaang!

When the Death Knight and Enoch collide, an ear-splitting roar erupts.

Both take a step back.

‘Death Knight…!! A high-level Necromancer!’

A dark red aura flows from the Death Knight’s body.

〈Death Aura〉

After assessing the situation, Enoch, who had been trying to move cautiously, couldn’t help but notice the change.

“Kyaaah!”

“Section Chief!!”

His strength begins to drain, and the skeletons start to go wild.

Enoch’s darkened face contorts.

‘The summoned creatures have become at least twice as strong. I need to take out the summoner quickly.’

Thinking that his altar would be destroyed if this continued, Enoch swings his claws at the Death Knight again.

Kwaang!

Using the shock from the sword strike, Enoch launches himself into the air and flies towards Han Ga-eul at high speed.

At that moment, Enoch feels a burning sensation.

What rolls to Han Ga-eul’s feet is a head separated from its body.

The head, after rolling a few times, stops at Han Ga-eul’s feet.

“Impatient, huh. No wonder Big Eater ignored you, trash mob.”

The eyes on the severed head roll around and soon fixate on Han Ga-eul.

“Am I the one now?”

“…Heh. Heh. Yeah. You… are the one.”

Enoch, whose head had been cut off so easily, quickly withers away.

“I offer… my life… to bless… the Saint…”

As he finishes speaking, the light in Enoch’s eyes completely fades.

“Blessing?”

Meanwhile, someone lands beside Han Ga-eul.

“Team Leader, isn’t it funny that a demon brat is talking about international law?”

“I actually find it terrifying. Doesn’t it mean these guys have infiltrated our society deeply?”

“Oh ho.”

Han Ga-eul nods at the Silver Wings Ranger Team Leader’s words.

“Even if they’re demons, a high-level undead like a Death Knight is no joke.”

“This guy is the weakest among the Death Knights.”

The Ranger Team Leader recalls the devastation of the Demongate incident.

‘An undead that looked like a Demon King half-destroyed the city, and a high-level undead that seemed like a Lich literally melted the demons…’

“You’ve worked hard.”

Han Ga-eul taps the Death Knight with her palm, and it dissolves into dark red smoke.

“But I feel like I’ve heard the name Andromalius somewhere. Isn’t he a demon? Why is she calling out a demon’s name and transforming like a demon?”

“Are demons and demonic beings different entities?”

“Probably… right? Huh?”

While discussing Enoch’s corpse with the team leader, Han Ga-eul suddenly loses her balance and sways.

“Saintess!”

“Huh…?”

Thanks to the team leader, Han Ga-eul barely avoids falling, but a rabbit and a squirrel pop out from her clothes.

“Tiny!”

“Peek?”

“Huh? Baekseol and Danpung got huge.”

“…S-Saintess?”

*Thud.*

The saintess’s pants slide down, and the top she was wearing touches the ground.

***

After resolving the dungeon break incident where monsters were flowing out of the dungeon, Yu Bit-na opens the door to her office.

“Oh my? Sweetie, who are you…?”

Yu Bit-na stops mid-sentence, unable to finish her words.

She sees a familiar shiny pink-haired figure.

“H-Han Ga-eul?”

Yu Bit-na locks eyes with Han Ga-eul, who is sitting expressionlessly and looking at the mirror.

“I went to the kids’ clothing store. Can you help me file a workers’ comp claim?”

“What…? What happened to your body?”

“Ugh, I shouldn’t have killed them.”

Yu Bit-na stares intently at Han Ga-eul, who continues to look blank.

“P-Potato… Should I file the claim with you, unnie?”

“…?”

Han Ga-eul looks at Yu Bit-na with a baffled expression.

“Possible.”

“Bitna, did you not eat well? I’m cursed, you know. And it won’t go away.”

Yu Bit-na slips her hand under Han Ga-eul’s armpit and lifts her up. She then walks to a chair and sits Han Ga-eul on her lap.

Yu Bit-na’s gaze falls on Han Ga-eul’s puffy, soft cheeks, filled with annoyance.

“Possible.”

“Hey, Bitna, what are you doing? My strength is still the same, so don’t do anything weird and just help me file the workers’ comp claim. I shrunk while being a sidekick. I’m gonna kill all those damn demons or whatever they are.”

“Tsk, use pretty words.”

Yu Bit-na calms down Han Ga-eul, who starts getting worked up.

“…?”

“Possible.”

Seeing Han Ga-eul’s cheeks jiggle, Yu Bit-na hugs her even tighter.

“Bitna, I’m hot. Stop hugging me.”

“Kids have higher body temperatures.”

“Stop calling me a kid. Open the window so I can smoke. I’m serious.”

“Tsk!”

“This is insane. Teacher Hwang will give me demerit points again. Why won’t it work?!”