Solo Leveling: Ragnarok – 290



Episode 290

Beyond the thick water fog.

‘Erosion’ began in earnest.

[Be fruitful.]

Wow-

The apostle of paradise walked leisurely through the mist and sowed his seeds indiscriminately.

The seeds sown like that dug into the ground.

The clean forests of Yangpyeong began to slowly deteriorate.

[May you prosper.]

Tsuuuk- Tsuuuk-

The clean soil gradually turned dark purple and began to become soggy like flesh.

Elvenwood’s roots spread out like blood vessels above it.

Push shoo- Push shoo-

Roots sprouting through the ground began to surround everything around them.

The tree trunk wriggled and grew strangely.

It was so shaped that it could no longer be called a tree.

It moved and grew on its own like a living creature.

[This will be my new paradise.]

Sigh-

A messy mycelium covered the forest.

It spread like a spider’s web infecting everything around it.

Trees grass stones… even the air.

Things gradually became familiar to the apostle in Paradise.

[I offer all these to my great god Itarim.]

…Wherever his steps reached the clean nature of Yangpyeong transformed into something from outer space.

Suwaak-

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In the humid fog Elvenwood sprouts began to sprout here and there.

It grew at an incredibly fast rate and changed the surrounding landscape in an instant.

The pine trees that were growing healthily became infected with the roots of the Elvenwood and began to rot.

The rotten trees became new food for Elvenwood.

And the small animals playing on it began to mutate into hideous beasts.

Kiyaaa!

[Haaa. Good.]

The Apostle of Paradise took a deep breath of this familiar air and bared his teeth viciously at the edge of the paradise he had created.

This was much faster than when he had made flower pots elsewhere.

This was a part where you could see how much the apostle of paradise was gnashing his teeth and how angry he was at Suho for humiliating him.

at that time.

At the end of Yangpyeong which is becoming grotesquely degenerated.

[…are they humans?]

Flash.

A completely different landscape unfolded before the eyes of the apostle in paradise.

For some reason it felt like only that place was brightly lit.

“Sister! “Look at this!”

“Wow it’s a pretty flower!”

“I want to see it too!”

The sound of bright laughter.

You can see children running around and making noise.

The children were smiling brightly with bright expressions in the spacious garden decorated in a simple way.

Their innocent laughter echoed in the clear uneroded sky.

Smirk.

[It’s an orphanage. It turned out well.]

The eyes of the apostle of paradise who discovered the place while walking from afar were shining.

When he first arrived on Earth he had no interest in the human race.

What would we do if we knew what kind of ecosystem was created on this planet?

They will all be killed anyway and melted down with just a handful of mana.

All they had to do was erode and pollute it like this and turn it into the familiar ecosystem they used to live in.

However while staying with Yuri Orlov in Russia there were things about him that caught my eye.

Especially among them…

‘family’

A concept that exists among humans but does not exist in their own world.

The very concept of ‘family’ was an extremely unfamiliar culture to the apostles of Paradise.

To put it bluntly Itarim who created him was closer to his parents but was fundamentally different from the human concept.

First of all humans do not serve and honor their parents who created them as gods.

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Their parents also do not destroy the creatures they created because they disobey their orders.

That was quite surprising and uncomfortable at the same time.

Then what I discovered were humans who had been abandoned by their parents.

A creature abandoned by God?

Aren’t you used to it?

A fragmented soul that was driven to the battlefield to fight as ordered by God but whose personality and abilities were torn apart and sent to another dimension.

Because that was the state of the apostle of paradise himself.

I couldn’t help but feel familiar with orphans who lost their parents.

Maybe even when I first discovered Yuri Orlov in Russia.

In fact that may have been the reason why he willingly cooperated with that person’s obvious and blatant desires.

Yuri Orlov was also an orphan so he instinctively wanted to be the source of his missing desires.

However as I watched the human ecology next to Yuri Orlov there was one part that I did not understand the most.

That is an orphanage.

For some reason.

Humans were gathering and managing creatures that had lost their parents or were abandoned.

Under the pretext of protecting and protecting.

Really… it was annoying and useless.

“Come on everyone stop playing and come in! “It’s lunch time now!”

“Wow! “What is it today?”

“Curry pork cutlet!”

“Really? “Ahh!”

“Wow!”

A peaceful landscape unfolded before my eyes as if it had been painted.

Really… isn’t it uncomfortable?

But the Apostle of Paradise now knows.

In the end that too was only superficial.

As for my impressions of visiting various orphanages in Russia I don’t know.

On the outside they pretended to be peaceful but behind the scenes most of the groups were trying to use the children to satisfy the desires of adults.

And the souls of the orphans trapped inside…

[…Very tasty food.]

Gulp.

The apostle of paradise slowly approached the Yangpyeong Child Protection Center and swallowed his saliva with a meaningful expression.

Souls with great deprivation souls distorted by suppressed desires were the perfect material to make into his soldiers.

Seaaaa-

And following his steps the trees in the forest were rotting and the earth was crumbling behind him.

The thick darkness was slowly approaching to cover up the laughter of the poor souls who were only pretending to be happy.

It was then.

“Look over there sister! “Flowers have bloomed again!”

In the garden in front of the building a girl was pointing and smiling.

The tip of the finger was pointing to the apostle in paradise.

To be exact the flowers of outer space are sprouting behind them.

On this planet it seems to be called ‘Elvenwood’ but in the universe where the Apostles of Paradise lived these entities were classified as ‘predatory plants’.

Smirk.

Before I knew it the apostle of paradise was standing in front of a girl.

The girl tilted her head at his smile.

“who are you?”

[Would you like to try this?]

“…?”

Instead of answering the apostle of paradise offered the girl a desirable red fruit.

* * *

Yangpyeong.

A natural scenery combining the greenery of the plants and the hazy water mist.

There was a man sitting on the steep cliff with his eyes closed.

Elderly old man.

The man with pale white hair had fist-sized blue gems studded here and there all over his body.

Foreign press.

The alien energy leaking from the jewels where the mana of the outer universe was highly compressed was both a curse and a blessing to this man.

As a medium he was able to use the mana flowing from outer space but in return the enormous power was consuming his body by the minute.

Tsueok-jeok-jeok-kkeok.

An enormous amount of pressure.

Because of that his skin and muscles were in danger as if they would be torn apart at any moment.

The numerous foreign stones implanted in his body were wriggling to cause dimensional cracks in his body.

but….

‘Hold on.’

I had to hold on.

This power was ultimately a power that was forcibly implanted into him so suppressing the crack from widening was also his responsibility.

Whoop-

Muscles swelled to the point of literally being torn apart.

A body so developed that it is impossible to say that it is old.

Above all he had the skill to handle this heterogeneous energy too skillfully to be human.

That’s right.

He was good at it.

Inhumanely.

There was a reason why this was possible.

Because this wasn’t the first time.

This is how he accepted into his body an enormous amount of energy that no human being could handle.

No at one time rather….

Even more absurd powers had to be forced into this miserable body.

To protect my son.

Even risking your life.

‘…So you can do it this time too.’

Seong Il-hwan gritted his teeth.

There are enough dishes.

I know the trick.

What I am doing now is simply retracing the path of asceticism I went through in the past.

The pain experienced in the process was inevitable but theoretically it was clearly possible.

‘I will definitely achieve it.’

Gooooo-

Void Gate.

Right behind him who was sitting upright a door leading to a dimensional gap was open.

I also knew that if I just took one step beyond that the pain that was tearing me apart would disappear like melting snow.

Because you are safe within the dimensional gap.

However the process of engraving all this pressure and pain into every corner of my body before taking that one step was a kind of training.

Tolerating pain and increasing the body’s durability.

Overworking your body until your muscles tear.

Overworking the soul until the vessel of mana breaks.

After holding on and holding on like that you grow step by step.

In short it is weight training.

Tzueook- Huuk!

Damn it! Kwasik!

In this way Seong Il-hwan was abusing his own body by deliberately drawing mana from the outer universe into his body.

Of course all of this is a secret to the family.

If they find out that you are doing such a dangerous thing everyone will definitely stop you.

But I still had to do it.

The war is over but new enemies have arrived.

Those enemies were much stronger than before.

And just like then his son was still fighting all his enemies alone.

To protect everyone.

…Of course you know it yourself.

The guy is all grown up now.

It’s to the point where I wonder when it got so big.

To the point where I no longer need help or advice as a father.

My son has now grown into a full-fledged adult.

Moreover when did he grow up so much that he became the father of a child?

but.

Even so what difference does it make?

Nevertheless he was still his son.

‘I am the father.’

No matter how great his son is what father in the world would just sit back and watch his son fight for his life?

If he fights to protect the world.

‘…I protect my son.’

As always.

Even if it means risking your life.

‘So I must… make this power mine.’

Flash!

It was then.

Seong Il-hwan who was quietly meditating in front of the Void Gate suddenly opened his eyes.

“…hmm?”

Something has changed.

The temperament of the air has changed.

Somewhere beyond the water fog.

I could feel the dimensional walls shaking through my skin.

This is not a skill or anything but an instinctive feeling.

The foreign body stone embedded in his body was humming.

was crying.

“What is this?”

Seong Il-hwan stared beyond the water fog with a scary expression as he felt the changes taking place in his body.

It felt like an ominous yet familiar sensation had suddenly popped up from somewhere out there.

“Who are you? “Who showed up?”

I don’t even know what it is.

But I could guarantee it 100%.

Whatever its identity looking at the foreign body’s joy it is clear that it will never be on the human side.

“I’ll find it for you myself.”

The worry was short-lived.

Seong Il-hwan jumped off the cliff without hesitation.