Pure White Reflected Across the Sky (5.5K)

"Oi~ Are you still alive?"

"... Teacher...?"

Claire barely opened her eyes and saw that familiar face. For some reason, her heart calmed down.

Ah, my teacher came to my rescue... This can't be a dream, right?

As she thought this, her heavy eyelids finally drooped and closed.

"Looks like you're really badly injured; you don't even have the strength to yell at me."

Looking at Claire's injuries, he could already guess what had happened.

It has to be said that Claire is really stubborn. Wouldn't it have been better for her to just stay here and wait for rescue?

In the end, he ended up like this, especially seeing his bloodied left hand, which was no longer as beautiful as before but had become hideous and terrifying. Even he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

"Sleep peacefully, just leave everything to the teacher from now on."

Mahiro touched Claire's long hair, then used CAD to aim at the girl.

"Regrowth activated."

As the trigger was pulled, the girl, who had been covered in wounds, instantly returned to her original appearance, and the demon-sealing chain on her right hand was also Decomposition.

Seeing this miraculous scene, the stunned Olba finally came to his senses.

He asked loudly:

"Who are you?! How dare you invade this place!"

"Oh, so you're still here."

As Mahiro his coat and draped it over Claire's delicate body, he stood up and smiled:

"Nice to meet you. My name is Yotsuba Mahiro, and I'm this child's tutor. And then... farewell."

Swish--

Mahiro instantly appeared in front of Olba, and with a flick of his wrist, "Night Demon's" short sword appeared in his hand, which he then swung down.

When--

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the silent dungeon, and the sparks from the flying sparks illuminated Mahiro's slightly surprised face.

"Oh, not bad, you even managed to block that attack. You're a bit stronger than the people from the other cult strongholds."

However, how about this!

Olba was already drenched in sweat after blocking the attack.

But the next attack was even faster than expected, leaving no time to react!

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, and then his vision began to roll, during which he seemed to see his own headless body.

Am I dead?

Not yet.

Mahiro smiled slightly and raised the "Night Demon" pistol.

Just as Olba felt his consciousness gradually sinking into darkness, a beam of light enveloped him, pulling him back to reality.

"I... I'm not dead?!"

"Of course! You bullied my disciple so badly, how could I, as your teacher, let you off so easily?"

Mahiro's lips slowly curved upwards, his smile as gentle as a spring breeze in May, but the words he uttered were chilling.

"You will naturally have to pay with Ten Thousand Deaths."

Upon hearing this, Olba didn't even have time to break out in a cold sweat.

It was instantly Decomposition to dust in the next second.

Chapter 190 Pure White Reflecting the Sky (5.5K)

"Speaking of which, there's actually a very interesting issue about this 'resurrection' that has been bothering me for a long time."

The so-called "resurrection"—does it mean the original person comes back to life, or is it the creation of someone else with the same personality, memories, and even the same body as the original person?

Regarding this issue, I wonder what your opinion is, Mr. Olba?

After Olba was Decomposition, he used "Regrowth" again to pull him back from the brink of death.

The Book of Life and Death at Yama's place must be jumping around like crazy right now, right?

Well, that's none of his business.

So his gaze refocused and landed on Olba, only to find him staring at him with a look of utter terror.

"You... you devil! How could you use such miraculous magic to do this kind of thing!"

Olba was terrified.

Feeling the fullness coursing through his body, he couldn't help but wonder if this was the power of a sacred relic?!

"Sigh, this isn't the answer I wanted to hear."

Mahiro shook his head regretfully, and then Olba was killed once again.

They were resurrected once again.

He died from a punctured heart.

Died from internal organ Decomposition;

He was beheaded.

He died from being frozen solid.

Burned alive to death by flames;

Died from the poison of the curse...

In short, Mahiro tested every method of killing he had on Olba.

When he was resurrected, Olba's mind was on the verge of collapse.

"So, Mr. Olba, what's your answer?"

"You... you should just kill me..."

"OK."

Olba died again, but then came back to life.

"Why... why are you torturing me like this?!"

When Olba came back to life, his teeth were grinding together, but his lips and his whole body were trembling. His face was completely bloodless, and he collapsed to his knees.

Mahiro looked down at the man, but his expression showed confusion and bewilderment.

"Why? Didn't we agree to die ten thousand times? You tormented my beloved disciple like that, making you die ten thousand times would be too lenient, you'd be getting the better deal, you know that?"

"Even if other people wanted to experience death ten thousand times, they wouldn't get to experience it."

Mahiro, in the gentlest and most innocent tone, uttered the most terrifying words.

"... I... I'm going to kill you!!!"

"Yes, yes, that's good. Keep it up, and don't break down... But it's okay if you break down, I can still heal you."

Olba seemed unable to endure the torment any longer, and drew his sword from his waist, slashing at him.

But before the sword tip could even touch the hem of his clothes, it exploded into dust once more.

Then it revived again.

"Oh right, I think I've found the answer to this question: it's about tracing the origins."

Mahiro as if he had just realized something, and clapped his hands, saying:

"Everything in the world exists within the concept of time and history. Just like the you I killed a second ago, the you that is resurrected in the next second is essentially still the you from the previous second."

All I've done is trace back through history, covering up past physical information, or even the soul, and superimposing it onto you in the present.

Do you understand my explanation?

Olba teeters on the edge of life and death, while also having to listen to this seemingly esoteric theory of resurrection.

This was undoubtedly a torment comparable to hell for his mind.

Finally, Olba collapsed to the ground, his face blank and dazed.

"Oh dear, it's already broken? It hasn't even reached a hundred times yet."

Mahiro walked over with a surprised expression and bent down.

But the next second, Olba suddenly returned to normal and immediately sprang into action, gripping his longsword and stabbing it into his heart.

"Monster, die!!!"

Result--

With a snap, Mahiro out and grabbed the incoming sword blade, crushing it instantly.

"These sneaky tricks won't work, Mr. Olba."

As he spoke, Mahiro suddenly unleashed a whip kick that struck Olba in the chest.

He was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing hard into the rock wall. The entire cell seemed to shake, sending up a few specks of dust.

"Cough..."

Olba coughed up some fragments of internal organs.

It's very painful.

But it was much less painful than facing death before.

However, he also realized one thing—

The difference in strength is too great. Whether it's swordsmanship, physical fitness, magic power, or other aspects, this boy is a monster among monsters!

The kind that's absolutely one of a kind!

Is it possible to use only one of them?

Olba shakily reached into his coat and grasped a medicine bottle.

He could tell that the boy was currently in a playful phase, and if he really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't need to go through all this trouble.

Therefore, as long as you take advantage of the other party's mindset and find an opportunity to kill them with one blow, you can survive!

A strong will to survive compels him to continue living, even with his crippled body.

He can't die yet; his daughter is waiting for him!

But to his surprise, the boy opposite him saw through his trick!

"Mr. Olba, since you have that medicine bottle, why don't you just take it out and swallow it? It would also be a good opportunity for me to see the true strength of your Diabolos Cult."

"You... how could you know... cough cough... damn it!"

Upon hearing him mention the Diabolos Cult, Olba became so agitated that he coughed up blood again.

The Diabolos Cult —few people know either the name of the organization or its hidden facilities and outposts here.

In other words, this boy didn't just stumble upon this place by chance, but came specifically to target us?!

But now he had very little time left and no way to investigate, so he took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and poured all the bright red pills inside into his mouth.

"Aaaaaah! Power... power is surging out!!!"

Olba shouted excitedly. Even his recent injuries had healed, and his muscles and his entire body swelled up, growing to a height of nearly three meters!

It felt as if the expanding force was about to burst the body apart!

The astonishing magical power emanating from his body almost materialized, transforming into a hurricane that swept outwards, forming streaks of crimson electricity that tore through the rock walls!

The floor tiles beneath our feet were covered with countless deep cracks from being trampled!