[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 333

In Jefer Blackheart’s eyes, the image of a child with pink hair is reflected.

Even at such a young age, the child already had a sparkling appearance.

“A saint and a terrorist.”

A playful voice.

It wasn’t the kind of voice you’d expect to hear on a blood-soaked battlefield.

“Ugh, look at this mess. Our kid just cleaned up, and now they’re swarming in again.”

Jefer Blackheart couldn’t understand it himself. Why was he feeling so tense just looking at such a small child?

He felt as dry and cracked as a desert.

“You’re quite the joker. Are you the dark mage controlling that thing?”

“I said I’m a saint. Are your ears clogged?”

“……”

Everything was bizarre. The child standing calmly amidst the scattered corpses, chattering with the undead in such a situation, and a dark mage calling herself a saint—it was all too strange.

After the disaster in the United States vanished, something was discovered through the information guild. The cause was a summoning entity summoned by a Korean saint.

It didn’t make sense for a single individual to slay a dragon, but he could at least try to understand that part.

After all, the one who provided the information was none other than Alvin Fried, the head of the information guild and an S-rank hunter.

‘But the guild said the summoning entity was an undead…?’

A saint. A child. The disappearance of a disaster. A high-ranking undead. An evil dark mage.

Jefer Blackheart felt his head spinning. These were words that simply couldn’t coexist.

“Sir Knight, you’ve worked hard. Let’s bring out another friend.”

*Snap!*

While Jefer Blackheart was sizing up Han Ga-eul, a finger snap echoed without a moment to spare.

At the same time, a crimson smoke gathered, and an undead resembling a black knight appeared.

If there was any difference from the black knight, it was that this one wore a more tattered and worn-out robe.

───

[Arc Lich]

Grade: Rare

●Rapid Regeneration

●Summon Followers

●Elemental Grand Magic+

●Dark Magic+

Level: 12

───

The summoned Arc Lich gazed at Blackheart and his team.

Witnessing this, Jefer Blackheart felt a chill run down his spine.

“Retreat!”

Jefer Blackheart’s judgment was lightning-fast.

〈Corrosive Cloud〉

〈Cadaver Poison〉

〈Acid Rain〉

〈Decay Smoke〉

〈Heavy Rain〉

〈Piercing〉

But the newly appeared undead began chanting multiple spells at an absurd speed. It was beyond anything a human could handle.

A natural disaster in the making.

In the gloomy underground city, countless magic circles simultaneously manifested, and toxic clouds began to form.

*Rumble—*

“Get out of here!”

Jefer Blackheart and the members of the 2nd and 3rd Pursuit Squads who had arrived with him stomped the ground at his command, but they were already too late.

〈Melting Desolation〉

*Drip. Drip.*

“Ahhh!!”

The toxic rain began pouring down like a storm, melting humans alive.

“Sh-shield!”

A shield deployed by one of the Pursuit Squad members shattered instantly, unable to withstand even a single drop.

A squad member, pierced through the forehead by the physically enhanced raindrops, met an inevitable death.

What unfolded in the underground city was the identity of the Level 12 Arc Lich—a six-fold composite dark magic.

“It was.”

“Indeed, in a multi-person battle, it’s Teacher Lee.”

Jefer Blackheart quickly scanned his surroundings.

A toxic gas so potent it could melt the skin rising rapidly. Corpses of squad members already melted into nothing.

The disaster wasn’t the monster crouching in one spot doing nothing—it was the undead mage right in front of Jefer Blackheart.

The only one left who could move was Jefer Blackheart himself.

This was exactly why mages were the first to be taken out in large-scale battles.

“Damn witch!”

Jefer Blackheart charged toward the self-proclaimed saint.

Jefer Blackheart had climbed the tower, overcoming countless obstacles. The tower’s gates were nothing but cruel mechanisms that could easily snatch away fragile human lives.

Yet, Jefer Blackheart had climbed beyond his limits and proved himself.

And so, he was chosen.

By a great deity that no mere human could ever dare approach.

As Jefer Blackheart rushed forward, a black knight by the saint’s side swung his sword down.

The result? Jefer Blackheart’s upper and lower body were severed, falling before the saint.

“Huff… huff…”

With only his upper body left, Jefer Blackheart crawled toward Han Ga-eul, reaching out his hand.

[Warning! You have encountered a follower of a deity from another dimension.]

[Warning! You have encountered a follower of a deity from another dimension.]

Messages flooded Han Ga-eul’s vision like alarm bells.

“Hmm, this is a message I see a lot in the tower. Feels like I’ve seen it somewhere before… where was it?”

At that moment, a dark, hemispherical dome enveloped Jefer Blackheart and Han Ga-eul.

“This is the domain of the great…”

“Ah!”

Han Ga-eul clapped her hands as if she remembered something.

“That guy, Azachaka or Chikachika or whatever, the one who gave us this space, right?”

“Damn woman! It’s Lord Azaig!”

“Same difference, you dimwit.”

Han Ga-eul nodded, recalling the follower of the otherworldly deity she’d met during the tower tutorial.

—Click, click.

“Phew—so, what’s your ability? The last guy I saw could drain mana.”

“Hehe. You’ll crumble quickly.”

Jefer Blackheart began squeezing out the last of his strength.

[Azaig’s power forcibly shatters the opponent’s mind.]

Han Ga-eul, who had been smoking a cigarette, checked her body here and there.

“I’m fine?”

“Wha… what?”

A bewildered Jefer Blackheart reached out toward Han Ga-eul again.

“I… I am a faithful servant of the great Azaig!”

[Azaig’s power forcibly shatters the opponent’s mind.]

[Azaig’s power forcibly shatters the opponent’s mind.]

“So what? That guy’s just an alien with eyeball monsters that people go crazy over.”

The power Jefer Blackheart received through his contract with Azaig was the ability to forcibly trigger one aspect of the opponent’s mind.

Human emotions are fundamentally balanced.

So even the slightest imbalance can destroy a person.

It didn’t matter how trivial the emotion was.

If Azaig’s power triggered sadness, the opponent would immediately fall into severe depression and end their own life.

Fear was the same. Humans overwhelmed by extreme fear would gouge out their own ears and eyes to escape the torment.

A highly developed mind should have collapsed even faster.

“This can’t be… why?”

Jefer Blackheart weakly lifted his trembling hand toward Han Ga-eul, who was staring at him blankly.

[Azaig’s power forcibly shatters the opponent’s ‘humanity.’]

“….?”

“Hey, you little brat. Put your eyeballs back before I pluck them out.”

Even a being with divine power…

It’s the power bestowed upon me.

Even after being hit by such a thing, the opponent seemed perfectly fine.

“Phew─”

The Saint crouched beside Jefer Blackheart’s head and exhaled cigarette smoke.

“Are you some big shot?”

“Tha…that…why?”

Jefer Blackheart’s life was fading in real-time.

“Save me.”

“…Really…?”

Instead of answering, Han Ga-eul stood up and lifted Jefer’s severed lower body.

“I’ll save you, so just do some spy work for me.”

“….”

Just like anyone values their own life, Jefer Blackheart also valued his.

He wanted to live longer.

He didn’t want to die so meaninglessly.

“Fine…I’ll do it…if it means…I can live.”

“Good.”

Han Ga-eul casually tossed the lower body next to Jefer, and a new pool of blood began to spread there.

Watching this, a warm glow emanated from Han Ga-eul’s hand and seeped into Jefer.

“So you really were a Saint…”

Jefer Blackheart, who had been lying face down twitching his feet, immediately brushed himself off and stood up.

“Outside, there’s Gray… what was it? WarGreymon or something?”

“Mormon Gray?”

“Yeah, him. Use him if you need to, and move together.”

“I’ll do as you say.”

“And I don’t care if you eat human flesh or pluck out eyeballs to sell, but don’t touch kids. There won’t be a second time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

After finishing her words, Han Ga-eul turned her back and walked away.

“If I get bored, I’ll come back and terrorize the Hive, so join me if you want.”

Terror.

That playful remark had cost so many lives. The Hive was, after all, a place where many people lived.

Only then did Jefer Blackheart realize why his power hadn’t worked.

‘It was already blown up.’

The Saint—or perhaps butcher—who didn’t treat them as humans seemed like she had nothing left to lose.

***

Sitting in her office, Yu Bit-na heard a massive explosion that shook the Guild Headquarters, but she nonchalantly opened the window.

At the same time, a human figure appeared before Yu Bit-na’s eyes.

“Bit-na, hi.”

“You’re here?”

“Yep.”

Han Ga-eul, who had been standing on the windowsill, lightly jumped down.

“Where have you been wandering around looking like that? You might get kidnapped.”

“I already was.”

“Huh? Are you okay?”

Though it was a playful remark, the nonchalant response left Yu Bit-na flustered.

“I’m fine.”

“No, not you. Are the kidnappers okay?”

“They’re not.”

Cold sweat dripped down Yu Bit-na’s back.

“I came to see you since I’m back in the country.”

“Back in the country?”

“Yep. There’s some ant nest-like thing underground in Wyoming. I got kidnapped and played around there.”

“Wait, you really got kidnapped? You mean the Hive?”

Han Ga-eul nodded.

The Han Ga-eul Yu Bit-na knew wasn’t the type to joke like this. She was too honest, to the point of being problematic.

Even so, Yu Bit-na naturally started pinching Han Ga-eul’s cheeks.

“Eek.”

“What?”

“Ga-eul, you’ve been perfect since you were little.”

“I’m going around to lift the curse. Lend me a helicopter.”

“What if you don’t lift it?”

Han Ga-eul’s eyes drooped.

“Stop talking nonsense. Prepare the helicopter. I’ll visit the Academy in the meantime.”

“Alright. I’ll get it ready.”

“Never mind. Maybe I’ll just run and blow some wind up the kids’ noses.”

“You always…”

“Isn’t this place in the southern region?”

“Yeah, but running is faster.”

Yu Bit-na found it hard to dismiss Han Ga-eul’s words as nonsense. Especially since the so-called “teleportation” she often displayed was almost invisible to the eye.

As an A-rank hunter, Yu Bit-na has an exceptional reaction speed that can even respond to the speed of bullets.

But even to Yu Bit-na’s eyes, Han Ga-eul’s so-called “teleportation” was invisible.

Considering that even the speed of a slow bullet easily surpasses Mach 1, it was a bizarre phenomenon.

“Wait, how fast are you exactly?”

“Dunno?”

“How about we properly measure your physical abilities this time?”

“Ugh, why bother with that? I’m leaving since you’ve seen my face.”

“Wait!”

Yu Bit-na quickly grabs Han Ga-eul’s shoulder.

“Ah, what?”

“Let’s just measure how fast your feet are. Isn’t it basic for a hunter to know themselves well?”

“It’s not my feet, it’s teleportation.”

“It’s just jumping.”

“No! Don’t ever ignore my teleportation again!”

“Nobody ignored it.”

Yu Bit-na comforts Han Ga-eul, who is playfully shaking her cheeks in anger.

Her hand was on Han Ga-eul’s cheek.

“It’s teleportation! My master taught me! It’s ancient magic!”

“Alright, let’s just measure it.”

Han Ga-eul, who was puffing her cheeks, suddenly jumps onto the windowsill.

Seeing this, Yu Bit-na hurriedly pulls out a speed gun from her drawer.

“I’ll do it when I get back. I’m leaving!”

The moment she finishes speaking, Han Ga-eul has already disappeared.

Only a wisp of cloud, like cigarette smoke, was left drifting in Yu Bit-na’s office.

*Beep!*

The sound from the speed gun makes Yu Bit-na look down.

[ERROR]

“….Huh?”

In this world, everything revolves around hunters.

Naturally, the speed gun Yu Bit-na was holding was designed for top-tier hunters, capable of measuring speeds up to 2,000 km/h.

***

*Knock! Knock!*

“Yes.”

The door to the professor’s office opens, and someone peeks their head in.

“Teacher!”

“Ga-eul, you’re here…? Oh my!”

“Teacher, teacher. I got cursed while playing outside.”

“C-cursed?”

Professor Hwang naturally lifts Han Ga-eul, who has scurried up to him, and sits her on his lap.

“Want to talk about it while eating some chocolate?”

“….”

“Don’t like chocolate? Or should we go to the research room I cleared out for you?”

“I think I left the gas on at home. I should go.”

Professor Hwang’s arm was already wrapped around Han Ga-eul’s waist.