Blood and Transformation: Journey to Another World
Chapter 500

Return to the Other Shore: Chapter 491 - Return to Burial of the Other Shore (Second Update)

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Small Air Bomb were arranged in the air, not for attack, but for movement! Givinia used the Air Bomb to quickly close the distance with the lady, and a bomb compressed to the size of a marble appeared in her palm! The lady was also stunned by the sudden attack, but then let out a hoarse laugh in her damaged voice. In such close combat, she would surely be the one to die!

"Roll!!!!"

The hoarse, trembling air, once it hits, regardless of what happens to Givinia, will definitely detonate the Air Bomb and blow herself to death!

But--

"Get out? Unfortunately, I cannot comply!"

Instead of retreating, Givinia advanced, continuously closing the distance between herself and the lady! The Air Bomb in her hand was about to collide with the sonic spear!

"Wait—tsk!"

At this distance, if the Air Bomb is detonated, the lady will also be affected, resulting in mutual destruction!

Countless thoughts raced through my mind, but before I could reach a conclusion, my body reacted prematurely.

The lady withdrew the attack of the sonic spear, took a step back, and used the sonic shield to protect her body.

This is the safest approach.

This sonic shield is extremely sturdy; it's impossible for Givinia's explosive bomb to break through it.

But,

Givinia smiled.

She revealed her usual gentle smile.

It's as if it's saying, "You've lost."

With a flick of her hand, the bomb vanished into thin air. It appeared solid, but it was actually just an illusion created by compressing a small amount of air.

She had been waiting for this opportunity—to get close to the lady, who was focused on defense.

"Using the maximum power currently achievable"

Compressed air!!!

In that instant, the howling wind subsided and all the air around them was sucked away and compressed into Givinia's palm.

There is no air.

In other words, a brief period of local vacuum.

The lady's eyes widened.

Before she could feel her bodily fluids boiling and her internal gases expanding, a sense of impending doom overwhelmed her.

Vacuum, therefore there is no medium.

Sound waves cannot travel at the physical level.

The sonic shield collapsed on its own.

Attacking with sound waves, defending with sound waves, moving with sound waves—none of these can be achieved in less than a second.

Absolutely unprepared.

Just then, behind the daughter who had dodged aside, the pink-haired nemesis rushed forward.

How much pain was she enduring? Her body swelled and contracted intermittently; the slightest distraction could have killed her. Blood oozed from every inch of her skin, and her exquisite face was contorted with agony.

(... So that's how it is, is it enlightenment?)

After exhausting all the factors that can determine victory, such as force, strategy, and luck, all that remains is a contest of resolve.

Faced with her daughter's selfless attack, she chose to retreat and defend.

At that moment, she had already lost, defeated by her awareness of facing death.

Her nemesis appeared to her as if hurling a blood crystal spear in slow motion. Simultaneously, she dodged to the side with all her might; a sharp pain pierced her shoulder, and the splattered blood told her how severe her injury was.

--but,

(Don't underestimate me!!!!)

The life force of the Song of Creation was useless to her; her body, having reached its limit, had almost lost all ability to resist. But the lady still used her last bit of strength to grab the Blood Crystal Spear, gritted her teeth, pulled it out, and threw it elsewhere!

Rumble rumble rumble!!!

The Blood Crystal Spear exploded the moment it flew out, and she was also affected by the Blood Flame, losing half of her arm. But if she had been a fraction slower, her entire body would have turned to ashes!

(Don't think you can defeat me like this!)

"The Song of Founding... Maximum Effort!!!"

Bring it on.

It doesn't matter if it means exhausting one's life force.

Only that dark past and my destined nemesis—I absolutely cannot lose!!!

The hymn of life echoing between heaven and earth suddenly amplified, becoming even more brilliant and resounding. She could see the pain on the faces of the two people intensify abruptly. Givinia collapsed to her knees, groaning in agony. Ye's body burst open with more than a dozen gashes, gushing blood from within. Just a little more and the countless lives within her would have completely spiraled out of control!

We won--

--At the very moment the lady was so certain,

A vibrant life has been lost.

The hymn to life is no longer as loud as it once was.

The resonance between the heavens and the earth, and between the soul and life, is weakening.

The power of the Song of Creation is rapidly diminishing.

"How..."

The lady could hardly believe it.

"What... did you do?"

The nemesis merely let out a bitter laugh, brushed aside his blood-soaked hair, and stared directly at her with his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one red, as she had exhausted all her means.

"We made it in time..."

With that murmur, the flower bloomed.

The Flower of the Other Shore.

It blooms on my own chest.

"It's been too long. I thought it was all over and done with, the sixth movement of the Funeral Music Drama..."

The flowers were so beautiful, more beautiful than death itself.

That beauty was bought with the host's life.

"My final trump card, the final chapter, its name—"

Completely opposite to the Song of Creation.

One is to celebrate life.

One is trampling on life.

They forcibly seize the life of all living things and use it as their own nourishment.

"--Returning to the Return to Burial of the Other Shore!"

The Lycoris radiata are blooming

At this moment, the scene of the other side of the Yellow Springs descends upon the human world.

Under the pale red sky, on the crystallized earth, streaks of red adorn the mortal world.

From the blood crystals, from the ruins, from the bricks and stones, from the soil, from the pools, specks of crimson dyed the earth.

The Lycoris radiata are blooming

Tens of thousands of corpses Sky Fall; they were the dead musicians of the orchestra.

Lycoris radiata bloomed from their withered skin until they covered the entire corpse.

The deceased's flesh decomposed little by little, not turning into rotting flesh or ashes, but transforming into curled red petals that drifted away in the wind.

Each corpse falling from the sky leaves a trail of Lycoris radiata, resembling both stalactites hanging in the sky and wisps of smoke rising into the heavens. But the trail of petals only lasts for a few seconds before being scattered by the gale-force winds high above, turning into a shower of petals that falls to the earth.

The Lycoris radiata are blooming

All living things in this world are stained with the crimson of the Lycoris radiata.

Whether animal or plant.

The creatures that grew wildly because of the Song of Creation were also covered by the Lycoris radiata, and the excessive life was usurped by the flowers.

The more vibrant and densely the Lycoris radiata bloom, the faster their life fades away.

Until the last vestige of life was drained, its body decomposed into countless petals that drifted away with the wind.

Xiao Wu, Kogetsu, and Sin Annihilation, who were almost at their limit, stopped struggling and looked in astonishment at the countless Lycoris radiata dancing in the wind.

One by one, the Lycoris radiata bloomed on their bodies, absorbing the excess life bestowed by the Song of Creation. Their overgrown bodies quickly returned to their original state, and the bacteria and fungi on their skin died off in large numbers.

All the plants and animals that grew from the filth stopped their rampant growth, suppressed by the Return to Burial of the Other Shore, and finally turned into petals scattered all over the ground among the countless blooming flowers.

The Lycoris radiata are blooming

The Revolutionary Army, who were fleeing the reach of the Song of Creation, stopped in their tracks. Even Nid turned around in surprise, only to be greeted by a scene of the underworld filled with flower petals.

Incredibly beautiful, and it also saved them from the Song of Creation.

But no one was grateful for it.

Before they could even feel joy at being saved, an indescribable sense of fear overwhelmed them.

The petals, fluttering in the wind, resembled both countless willow catkins and heavy snowflakes, appearing exceptionally alluring against the pale red sky. However, beneath this allure lay a chilling aura of death, like an open gate to the underworld.

"Mother..."

Of everyone, only Little Butterfly murmured softly, her eyes somewhat lost.

"That's so cruel, Mom..."

The Lycoris radiata are still blooming.

Looking down from the sky, the earth has transformed into a sea of vibrant red Lycoris radiata.

Countless petals silently flew into the sky, only to be scattered by the wind and fall to the earth before they even touched the ground.

"Hiss... Hah..."

I have never seen such a powerless lady.

She lay on her back in a large patch of crystal sand, surrounded by clusters of flowers. Vibrant Lycoris radiata adorned her luxurious body, making her exceptionally beautiful.

It's like lying in a coffin covered with flowers.

But she didn't die.

Her chest rose and fell very faintly, and deep shadows were cast beneath her eyes, but she still clung to life.

The Lycoris radiata surrounded her, but only a few bloomed on her body, and Lycoris radiata were far less vibrant than the others.

Although this body now belongs to her, I am ultimately the one who created it.

Perhaps the reason Return to Burial of the Other Shore was because I considered her a part of me, which is why I didn't subject her to excessive torment.

But that's enough.

My body is no longer running wild; I have regained control of everything from my cells to my organs.

This is proof that the Song of Creation has been completely suppressed by the Return to Burial of the Other Shore.

The Return to Burial of the Other Shore is the final chapter of the Funeral Music Drama, and also one of my strongest killing moves.

If Paradise Lost is the strongest in physical attack, Return to Burial of the Other Shore is the strongest in biological attack. Although it cannot cause physical damage, it can forcibly take the lives of all living beings within a huge range and present them to me.

It is the exact opposite of the Song of Creation.

Now, they've really revealed all their cards.

Fortunately, my last trump card beat the lady's.

I walked toward the lady, and with each step I stirred up the knee-high Lycoris radiata, causing petals to fall, but I paid them no mind.

All I could see was her.

Sensing my approach, her eyes flickered, and my face was reflected in her dim pupils.

How lovable the lady is now!

Unparalleled beauty, a profusion of flowers, a frail body, a trampled heart, a life on the verge of withering away.

Just like the tragic ending of the heroine.

"Juliet... no, Ophelia? It's truly poignant..."

Did you hear my mutterings?

Her lips, now deathly pale, moved as she wove together words.

"What... is that?"

"The heroine in the tragedy of my hometown."

"... Tell me about it."

Juliet's love for the male protagonist was thwarted by the feud between their families, and she ultimately committed suicide by sword beside her lover who had taken poison... As for Ophelia, she lost her reason and direction amidst the conflict between her father and lover, and finally drowned herself in a stream strewn with flowers.

"..."

She squinted, as if imagining a scene from a play, then a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"If I were Juliet or Ophelia... then what role would you be in those tragedies?"

"As for me... it would probably be the priest and Claudius."

"And who are they?"

"People who mean well but do bad things, and purely evil people."

"Oh..."

She let out a hoarse laugh.

In the shadows, I saw her again, that aloof and proud woman.

"So, does that mean it's time for you, the bad guy, to... grant death to the loser?"

Grant her death...

Should I do it?

That's not the case.

"... No, it's not me who decides your life or death, it's her."

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Okay, as promised, here's an extra chapter.

I really like the name "Return to Burial of the Other Shore." I'm so excited to finally use this ultimate move! ヾ(o◕∀◕)ノヾ

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