Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 132

Player Who Became a Constellation – Episode 132

Episode 132

Loki’s spear, Gungnir, plunged down from above.

A chilling strike filled with intense energy.

Thrym hastily turned his head to avoid the spear.

The tip of the spear narrowly grazed Thrym’s head, cutting through his forehead and eye.

Black flames spread through the split between his forehead and eye, gradually melting into him.

“It hurts! It’s hot!”

Thrym clutched the wounded area with his hands, but the black flames did not extinguish; instead, they transferred to his hands.

“……!”

Thrym frowned and glared at Utgard.

Utgard was quietly skimming through a book in a corner of the cave.

Even the Undead were leaving him alone.

“Utgard! What is this?! What is this flame…!”

“…It’s one of my skills. A flame that burns life. Most magic can’t extinguish it.”

“…….”

Thrym stared at the flame that was consuming his life.

The black flame was melting and evaporating him, slowly eating away at his body. As time passed, Thrym wore a troubled expression.

“…The fire won’t go out? Then I have no choice but to cut it off!”

Thrym froze the burning area with ice and cut it off, as if crushing it.

The black flame trapped in the ice melted it after a while and burned away.

It wouldn’t go out even if frozen.

Thrym’s destroyed body froze again, and his flesh gradually recovered, but Loki didn’t wait for him to heal.

Thrym was pushed back by the continuous attacks of Gungnir, Jormungandr, and Fenrir, all imbued with black flames.

“Ughhhhh! It’s dangerous! Thrym! Help me!”

Thrym turned his gaze.

The fire giant Surt was barely blocking Helga’s greatsword.

He seemed to be struggling quite a bit.

He would probably be subdued soon.

As Surt and the giants summoned by Thrym were being subdued, the Undead changed their targets one by one and rushed at Thrym.

Thrym swung his ice fist and blew away the Undead, but in that gap, Loki’s Gungnir pierced through.

Thrym frowned at the pain of his skin being scraped off each time the spear blade grazed him.

“This… is dangerous.”

He was gradually being pushed back. He couldn’t see any chance of winning.

Thrym urgently shouted towards Utgard.

“Utgard! Help me! Let’s get rid of these corrupted ones!”

But unlike the urgent Thrym, Utgard looked at Thrym with an indifferent face—no, rather, a relaxed one.

He shook his head at Thrym’s cry, as if reading a book was more important.

“I’m sorry, but I said I’m neutral, Thrym.”

It was an expression of his intention not to get involved in the battle.

Thrym gritted his teeth at the strange sense of betrayal.

“…You traitor!!”

Thrym and Surt were gradually being pushed towards the door.

Loki and Helga alone were overwhelming, but even the Undead, who had safely subdued the giants, were rushing in.

The chains thrown by the Undead bound Thrym’s body, slowing his movements, and the ice in various parts of his body was broken by the flying weapons.

Thrym groaned as he looked at the corpses of the giants scattered around.

He was being overwhelmingly defeated.

He was being pushed back in terms of strength and army.

“I need power. A power full of ice energy…!”

At this rate, he would not be able to achieve his goal, ‘the end’.

If that happened, his hope and the meaning of his existence would disappear.

“…Utgard!”

Thrym quickly retreated and grabbed Surt’s head.

As the ice hand grabbed the burning head, they seemed to be damaging each other, creating a boiling sound and fog.

“Ughhhh! Thrym! Stop…! Are you trying to kill me?!”

“Shut up! Surt! It’s all your fault!”

Thrym reached out to Utgard.

“You, you have the item containing the transfer skill you took from the bug earlier, right?”

“…Perhaps?”

Loki and Helga rushed towards them, but the giants re-summoned by Thrym and Surt blocked them.

They were blocking them at the risk of their lives, but they collapsed without even lasting a few minutes.

Thrym shouted urgently.

“Hand it over to me!”

Utgard held out a magic scroll that was stuck in the book like a bookmark.

Thrym grabbed it.

The paper froze and hardened.

“Are you going to use that? Your size is too big to use it. As soon as you use it, half of your body will be torn apart.”

Thrym was startled and glared at Utgard.

“Are you saying I’ll die?”

“You might die.”

At Utgard’s words, Thrym let out a bitter laugh.

“Doesn’t ‘might die’ mean I might live?”

Utgard wore a benevolent face.

“Of course.”

“Then… I have to try!”

“…I don’t know what your intentions are, but do you think I’ll let you?”

Loki’s flame and Helga’s greatsword flew in.

Thrym hurriedly raised both hands to block their attacks, but Loki’s flame burned his ice hand, and Helga’s greatsword cut off one of his arms.

“Kuaaaaaaak!”

Thrym screamed in pain and knelt down.

“Tell me how to use it! Utgard!”

At Thrym’s cry, Utgard said.

“It’s simple. Just tear it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Thrym crushed the scroll in his hand.

Light was engraved and wrapped around Thrym’s body.

As the light gradually devoured his body, Thrym screamed in pain as his body split apart and grabbed Surt’s head with his remaining hand.

“Ugh! Thrym, it hurts!”

“Shut up. You’re not the only one in pain.”

As he felt his body being sucked somewhere, Thrym glared at Loki.

“Now is not the time. I can’t beat you in my current state.”

“…….”

“Loki! The next time we meet, I’ll kill you…! So wait. I will destroy not only you but all life in this world! As a giant who will destroy the world, as a destroyer who will bring about the end…!”

Loki hurriedly grabbed Gungnir and tried to jump into the light surrounding Thrym.

But there was someone holding him back from behind.

“No! Master!”

It was the Shaman.

He grabbed Loki’s waist and stopped him.

“That’s a mobile scroll! It’s a magic that distorts dimensions and transfers you! If you exceed the set size, your whole body will be torn apart in the gap between dimensions!”

“…….”

Loki narrowed his eyes and stared at Thrym.

“Wait. The Twilight of the Gods, Ragnarok [the prophesied end of the world in Norse mythology], will come soon…! The moment the world becomes nothing, you will watch that sight!”

“…That will not happen, Thrym.”

The light disappeared, and the cave became quiet in an instant.

Thrym and Surt disappeared, leaving only Utgard, the Undead, the corpses of the giants, Helga, and the Shaman.

Loki gripped Gungnir and approached the remaining magic giant, Utgard.

“…Are you going to kill me, Loki?”

Utgard glanced at Loki while reading a book.

Loki glared at Utgard.

***

The Holy Order’s capital, Azelanris.

It was a capital carved out of high mountains, and at the end of it was a huge palace, a place where only the Holy Emperor’s followers could come and go.

The Holy Emperor, Palis, one of the twelve heroes who led the subjugation of the Demon King, felt a strange sensation.

He raised his head in the garden and stared at the sky splitting.

“What…?”

Lightning struck around him, swirling.

The light rotated, burning everything around it.

“……!”

Palis stared at the sphere of light with wide eyes.

The sphere emitted light that completely obscured his vision, and at the same time, it disappeared and spat something out.

“…Oh, my god! What on earth is this!”

Two huge beings reaching 20m in height.

One was an ice being, and the other was a fire being.

“Ughhhhh!”

But their bodies were not normal.

The shattered bodies were collapsing.

The entire body was on the verge of complete collapse.

“Y-Your Majesty!”

The guarding Black Judges surrounded and protected the Holy Emperor.

“W-What is that…!”

The Black Judges trembled in fear as they looked at the huge beings as if they had witnessed a great disaster.

“It hurts…! But… but…!”

“F-For His Majesty the Holy Emperor!”

The Black Judges rushed in.

The ice giant, Thrym, lowered his head and slammed his hand on the floor.

The Black Judges were completely crushed like ants, leaving no trace.

Even the Holy Emperor Palis was startled and took a step back.

Thrym raised his head sharply.

His ice eyes stared at Palis and narrowed.

“I survived.”

“…S-Speak…? Does it have intelligence!?”

The Holy Emperor Palis’s legs gave way at the sight of the bizarre being in front of him.

“I… survived. Ha… hahaha… I’m alive! Yes, I’m out of that damn prison! So I… from now on, this world…!”

Thrym slammed the ground with all his might.

The Holy Order’s capital, Azelanris, and the mountain range surrounding the capital gradually began to freeze as cold air settled.

“…It’s time to destroy it!”

***

The broken, giant door.

Loki walked inside the door where the old giants used to be.

The place where no light entered was a very large cave.

The giant Utgard was sitting there comfortably as if it were his home.

Around the giant, who was made of bedrock, soil, and grass, were Undead, tightly binding the giant’s hands and feet.

Utgard, whose limbs were bound by chains, wore an interesting expression when Loki entered.

“Welcome, Loki. Or should I say, the Creator?”

Loki approached him with Gungnir in his hand, just in case.

“Call me what you like, Utgard.”

“Okay, then I’ll call you Loki. This name is also familiar to me.”

Utgard leaned his head in front of Loki.

His big eyes looking at Loki were filled with pleasure.

“So… what do you want, Loki? I’m neutral. I don’t want to side with you or Thrym. However, I can give you advice if you want.”

Loki crossed his arms and looked up at Utgard.

“…I have no intention of forcibly dragging you in either.”

*I don’t know what this guy will do after he goes outside.*

“I want to talk about Thrym and Surt. And about you too.”

“Hmm….”

Utgard stroked his chin.

“About them and me?”

“Yes, tell me everything you know.”

“It’s not difficult, but… I don’t know what you want. About our existence? Or about our purpose?”

“Both.”

Utgard tilted his head and nodded.

“Our existence, that… I don’t know either. How would we know when even you, the Creator, don’t know? Then I ask, Loki, do you know about yourself?”

Loki couldn’t answer that question.

“That’s how it is. We don’t know either. We are just giants who woke up in a cave.”

“Didn’t that observation skill reveal anything?”

“Well, this….”

Utgard held up the book.

“It’s about reading information about the opponent, not a key that can solve all the mysteries.”

“I see.”

“However, it has become a different type of skill from what you originally created, the Creator.”

“Different type?”

“Options have been added. Not only the opponent’s information, skills, and items, but also their soul and body can be seen through.”

*Was that why? Was that how he knew I was the Creator?*

Loki stared at Utgard.

“So, the conclusion I can give you is this. Thrym and Surt and me….”

Utgard pointed to himself and then turned to Loki.

“And you.”

“……?”

“…The false body has materialized and become ‘real’. The case of the ego is different, though.”

“Different?”

“Thrym is a being perfectly created by the Creator. Everything, including his ego, personality, attitude, skills, body, purpose, and instinct, was created by you.”

Utgard took a deep breath.

The act of breathing in and out showed that he was alive.

“As it materialized and gained ‘life’, a ‘soul’ was created for some reason. Originally, it should have moved without reason. Unlike you, where the Creator’s soul was added.”

“…….”

“I don’t know the reason. However, I can only assume that everything in this Valhalla [the hall of slain warriors in Norse mythology] was born that way for that reason.”

*In Thrym’s case, he was a character with a complete setting, but Utgard and Surt were those whose settings were not determined.*

*But they thought, acted, and ‘judged’ on their own.*

“That’s why.”

Utgard pointed to the Undead.

“It can be said that they, like us, have souls.”

“…….”

“Of course, they don’t breathe or have a heartbeat, but they can think, judge, see, hear, and feel the sensation of being alive.”

Utgard spread out his hands, smiled, and said.

“Yes, they can even feel the joy of being alive!”

They were living beings.