Solo Leveling: Ragnarok – 289



Episode 289

Wheeoooo-

There was quiet anger in the cool wind.

This was the anger that Sirka felt.

The title ‘High Elf’ was a legendary feat passed down only through word of mouth to ordinary elves.

They are the most outstanding guardians among elves.

Among them it was an honorable name given only to elves who continued to grow and were so great that they were even mentioned as candidates for the next monarch.

But look at them now.

A miserable sight that has even lost its essence due to being eroded by Elvenwood and the spirits.

There are as many as 3000 people like that.

“…There were that many?”

It’s cool.

It felt like something that had been stuck in Sirka’s chest had been released.

In fact this feeling was felt while following Suho and searching for the Elvenwoods.

It was a feeling that was building up deep in my heart little by little every time I encountered the high elves living there.

But the moment I faced as many as 3000 high elves at once.

The string of reason that Sirka had managed to hold on to was finally broken.

Puzzle.

“…there were so many of them.”

Through clenched teeth Sirka’s mouth muttered the same words several times.

purple.

Isn’t it absurd?

The fact that so many elves were still alive and well.

There are even so many writers who are not just ordinary elves but high elves…

And yet…

How have they lived so far?

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Young elves.

Newborn children who lost their parents during the war and were living a difficult life.

They were completely abandoned and neglected in the harsh cold in a sanctuary where they lost their king and had to worry about their survival from the time they were toddlers.

‘When I was young I thought that was normal….’

All those times passed by like a flash in Sirka’s memory.

Extreme cold since birth.

Young elves had to learn how to walk on ice from the moment they were born.

There was a time when Sirka thought that all those moments were an extremely natural fate.

So they thought this was just an ordinary… ordeal they went through because they were born as ice elves.

…okay. At one time.

‘But it wasn’t.’

I ended up finding out that wasn’t the case.

Chacha.

No it wasn’t until I met Cha Hae-in that I finally learned something I didn’t know before.

The existence of parents.

Adults protect children.

Something that is natural and warm….

They were still young and weak and needed to be looked after.

I learned it little by little.

When that happened something was finally visible.

Empty seats for adults.

It’s not Chacha but the empty seats of adult elves who should have really protected and raised them.

No that’s right. But at least…

It was okay until then.

Isn’t there nothing else to do in the first place?

What can I do?

They say all the adults died during the war.

But now I see it wasn’t so.

“So many….”

There are really too many of them.

I saw with my own eyes that so many high elves who should have taken the lead and protected the children who would become the future of the race were still alive.

…It was completely natural anger that made me tremble like this.

Whioooooo-

The chill that started deep in Sirka’s chest began to spread out in all directions.

The momentum was calm at first but it quickly accelerated and the cold spirits began to become as harsh as when they were just born in Alfheim.

This was by no means because Sirka controlled the spirit of cold.

Terrible resentment.

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Pure betrayal.

At a very young age he became the guardian of his clan and had to protect his friends.

This phenomenon happened because high elves who had abandoned their duties and fled the war suddenly appeared in front of Sirka.

Or rather if he is going to show up he will at least show up in a very proud manner.

Even he is such a miserable person corrupted by Elvenwood and the spirits and tainted by the power of foreign powers…

If you show up like a piece of trash like that.

‘I can’t help but despise it.’

I can’t help but regard it as insignificant.

“Spirit cavalry.”

What the heck!

At Sirka’s command the eyes of the cold spirits who had just completed their rule glowed.

They were not just spirits but winter itself the nightmare of the elves.

In front of Sirka’s majesty it was thoroughly compressed and condensed transforming into an extremely solid ice golem creating a huge body.

Kugoogung!

As he marched with them Sirka personally made a promise.

To those ugly high elves…

That he himself will be their winter.

“My name is Sirka.”

That he will personally teach us all the pain we have experienced.

“I declare myself the rightful successor to Silad the King of the Yetis Lord of the Cold.”

declared.

“I speak on the honor of my grandfather….”

‘Spirit Armed’

Damn it!

The anger swirled around and armed Sirka’s entire body.

Sirka’s full armor gradually grew in size.

“I am disqualifying all of you from being high elves. No you are not qualified to become elves in the first place…”

A chill ran through every word Sirka said suppressed with extreme anger.

Whiwaaaaaaaaaa!

“Just die.”

That’s how winter came to Sirca.

* * *

Yangpyeong.

Even in the small country of Korea somewhere in a dark valley covered with valleys and fog.

Twaaagh-!

Suddenly the ‘mouth of the void’ opened in the empty air.

What that mouth spit out was none other than the Apostle of Paradise.

[…is it here?]

The Apostle of Paradise who eliminated the Void Mouth again to save power looked around with a frown.

There was so much fog that there was nothing to be seen.

However the apostle of paradise slowly raised the corner of his mouth.

Isn’t it truly a coincidence?

Yangpyeong.

I couldn’t have guessed that all of Seongsuho’s weaknesses were gathered here.

Laughter came out of my mouth.

No matter how confident he was he couldn’t go everywhere.

The only places where the mouth of the void could be used to cross the gap between dimensions were the places where the power of the foreign body could reach.

That is why even at this moment they are continuing to spread foreign religion throughout the Earth.

But funny enough Yangpyeong happened to be an area where foreign religions were hidden.

Of course it’s gone now.

-But I heard they were recently discovered and destroyed by the Korean Association.

Suddenly I remembered what Yuri Orlov had said when he handed over the materials.

But it still didn’t matter.

Especially here in Yangpyeong….

[Because this is where the meteorite fell.]

The Apostle of Paradise smiled meaningfully and slowly walked through the mist.

Slap slap slap.

The footprints of the Apostle of Paradise on the wet ground gradually disappeared into the mist.

There was a ‘meteorite’ at the end of the direction he was currently walking.

meteorite.

This Yangpyeong was the land where a piece of a star from outer space crashed.

The next thing to do was to find Seong Su-ho’s weak points his relatives and either kill them or take them hostage.

Looking back crossing over to this dimension while deceiving the sight and senses of the shadow army from outer space was an extremely difficult and demanding process.

Currently all paths leading here from outer space were thoroughly defended by the Shadow Army.

But how big is the universe?

No matter how much they did they couldn’t monitor each and every one of the literally ‘as many stars’ meteorites that existed in the universe.

The method they attempted to take advantage of that point was to hide in a meteorite and escape from the front line.

But here too there were strict conditions attached.

First of all it was completely impossible for an apostle who was too powerful.

Even if you hide in a meteorite your presence is so big that you will be immediately discovered by the shadow army.

But even so sending an apostle who was too weak was meaningless.

What can a weak person do if he arrives here safely?

So this was the strategy I came up with.

Splitting the power.

-In order to solve the difficult problem of dimensional movement my ‘main body’ which possesses vast power was sent to this world with its power and personality broken into pieces.

-You cut the body into pieces? So does that mean you were originally one body?

-That’s right. Each of those pieces traversed outer space hiding in numerous meteorites. One of those pieces is me.

Yuri Orlov who had heard this story before had to think hard to understand it for a long time.

It was a natural reaction.

The ability to tear existence into pieces was something that ordinary humans living in such a barren and insignificant universe could not dare to understand with their minds after hearing it once.

So Yuri Orlov who barely understood the situation only asked for the conclusion.

-Anyway does that mean we need to find other meteorites?

-…okay. The meteorites sent in that way would have arrived not only here on Earth but also in other dimensions that exist in this universe. The more I find them and absorb the other pieces contained within them the more I gradually regain my original strength.

-How do we find those meteorites?

-‘We’ are already looking for each other. I don’t know where we are but we have the same goal so we will eventually meet.

-So what can I help you with?

-There are many religions in this land. In the meantime create a religion that worships our god Italim and spread it widely.

-Hoo. Are you saying we should create a pseudo-religion?

-That’s a profane expression. You must have already experienced my divine power right? Anyway that’s enough. Those who possess the divinity of Italim can recognize each other anyway…

-Are you saying that they will merge together like that?

-That’s something you can decide after you join. ‘Convergence’ can occur at any time. However since their personalities have been fragmented anyway there is no need to become one again if they decide it is better to work separately. The important thing is not to get caught by ‘him’ in the end.

-Who is ‘he’?

-…Nothing to know.

The Apostle of Paradise continued to walk through the fog recalling the conversations he had had with Yuri Orlov in the past.

The reason I didn’t bother to answer Yuri Orlov’s last question was a trivial one.

It was because the Shadow Lord that he was so afraid of and wary of was a ‘human’ race like Yuri Orlov.

Yuri Orlov’s personality was such that he would definitely become arrogant when he found out about it but he hated seeing that ugly reaction.

[hmm. I think the meteorite must have been around here…]

The apostle of Paradise wandered in search of a meteorite.

It was clear that it was nearby but it was difficult to find the exact location when it got this close.

This was because most of the power hidden in the meteorite had been absorbed when this place was found in the past.

At that time it was in the early days of the establishment of the Foreign God Church so they entered a nearby gate and captured demons to create a factory to study the Foreign God Stone.

For the study all the power in the meteorite was not absorbed but very little was left behind.

But even if I couldn’t see it even though I was looking for it I wasn’t too worried.

Even though it was a meteorite from outer space it looked like nothing more than a rock.

Even if the foreign religion had been destroyed no one would have cared about the meteorite.

Moreover isn’t the fact that he was already able to bridge the dimensional gap here proof that meteorites still exist here?

[Found it.]

The Apostle of Paradise who finally found the remains of the meteorite that arrived in Yangpyeong smiled showing his teeth.

And it absorbed the last power left within it.

[…Huh. Good.]

With an ecstatic expression on his face the pieces of power fused within him slowly melted into his body.

Passyuk.

As the last remaining strength was consumed the meteorite eventually crumbled.

But this meteorite was nevertheless useful.

Because the material that made up this meteorite was from the dimension where the Apostle of Paradise lived it was the medium that responded best to his power than any other material.

In some ways it was the most suitable fertilizer to use as a material for ‘divine power’ even more so than the Foreign God Stone.

[Be fruitful.]

Wow-

As soon as his words left his mouth the ‘fruit’ he was holding using the meteorite as fertilizer began to take root on the damp ground at an alarming speed.

[Spring and bear fruit.]

Shoooooooo!

Apostle of Paradise.

His personality and abilities torn from the main body were to make this planet his own paradise true to the ‘name’ he gave himself…

[Seong Su-ho. This Yangpyeong where your family is gathered will now become my flower pot.]

He smiled meaningfully and began to gradually pollute Yangpyeong with his new terrarium.

But there was one thing he didn’t know.

The answer was found in what he had said to Yuri Orlov before.

-Anyway those who possess the divinity of Italim can recognize each other…

The moment when the apostle of paradise opened the gap in the dimension and arrived in Yangpyeong.

The moment he used his divine power to sprout new Elvenwood in Yangpyeong.

His father who had been living in this land for a long time sensed the presence.