Chapter 100
It was impossible not to feel exhilarated seeing Agatha’s face freeze at my words.
“…A middle finger?”
He might not know exactly what it meant, but he could at least tell it wasn’t something good.
Agatha frowned uncharacteristically, looking at me with a sour expression.
“Hahaha!”
Darwin, watching the scene, burst into laughter.
Then with heavy thudding footsteps, he charged forward.
“Alright, let’s go another round, you cowards!”
Before Agatha’s group could even form their formation, Darwin’s fierce charge slammed into them.
In a panic, Agatha’s followers launched long-range attacks.
“Hmph, that kind of thing doesn’t work on us.”
Lyria’s barrier gently shielded Darwin.
“Disappear, pests…”
Nia’s storm swept through Agatha’s formation.
“I’ll take care of this side.”
Following close behind, Eden unleashed a rain of black spears from his hands.
“Don’t worry, keep pushing forward, Mr. Darwin!”
Petals bloomed from Yeriel’s fingertips, healing the wounds of his allies in an instant.
Agatha’s group crumbled like autumn leaves before Xenon’s sharp sword.
“Tsk tsk, poor souls bewitched by a wicked man.”
Leaping through the air, Sylvester pulled something from his pocket.
“So here, take this and snap out of it.”
He tossed several small, round, sparkling spheres into the middle of the enemy ranks.
BOOM!
A loud explosion echoed immediately after.
The dazzling light disrupted their vision, scattering Agatha’s followers in chaos.
‘So that’s what he was crafting while everyone else was resting…’
Flash grenades, huh.
Come to think of it, Sylvester had always wanted to help me in whatever way he could.
Just because he wasn’t a combat type didn’t mean he was useless…
I guess it bothered him that he couldn’t directly fight in battle.
‘I should pat his head later.’
Smiling slightly, I looked around at my allies fighting their own battles.
Sylvester wasn’t the only one giving it his all for the team.
Mew was clinging to the enemies’ pant legs, delivering her signature kitty punches.
Celestine stood with her eyes wide open, muttering something under her breath.
Judging by the black aura swirling around her…
…She was probably casting some terrifying curse.
‘I’m glad these kids are on my side.’
Letting out a sigh of relief, I slowly looked around.
The battle may have been small in scale, but it felt like a reenactment of a war between light and darkness.
But it was fine.
Everyone was doing their best within their roles.
No one was seriously hurt or making mistakes, and the battle was going smoothly.
‘We’ve gained the momentum.’
We were tired from the prolonged fight…
But if we could keep pressing and instill a sense of crisis in Agatha—
We might just force him to retreat again, like last time.
Unlike his brainwashed puppets, we trusted each other and had real camaraderie.
If both teams were evenly matched in skill, then the side with stronger bonds would obviously win.
Just as I grasped the flow of battle and prepared to join in—
“…Annoying, aren’t they.”
A cold, calm voice pierced my ear.
“How troublesome, to be blocked from what I desire.”
And with that, Agatha’s energy spiked, surging violently.
This was… unexpected.
He’s stepping in already?
Even though his apostles hadn’t really joined the fight yet…
“Everyone, stop for a moment!”
A chilling premonition ran down my spine.
I shouted urgently, and the battle came to a pause.
“Sister…?”
Lyria called out to me, but I couldn’t answer.
I glanced at Agatha and furrowed my brow.
‘He’s smiling?’
A faint smile.
A chill ran down my spine at the look on Agatha’s face, which showed no hint of worry.
He was someone who utterly despised situations that could endanger him.
For him to remain so composed in a situation like this—
There was no doubt something was going on.
“Everyone, fall ba—”
“It’s too late, Wendy.”
With those words, a chilling skull emblem appeared above my comrades’ heads like a cursed brand.
“I told you before, didn’t I? I’m not someone who gambles with my life.”
From beneath the earth, white bones began to rise and gather.
Crack, creak—
A grotesque clattering echoed as the mass of bones swelled in size.
“You’re right, Wendy. I’m a coward.”
The eerie, ominous sight left everyone frozen in place, unable to speak.
No one could stop him. No one could interfere.
Agatha calmly walked toward me, lips curled into a relaxed smile.
“That’s why I thought hard about it.”
The bone pile began to move like a living creature, forming a massive structure—
Crackle.
And it gathered around Agatha.
“I wondered if there was a way to obtain you without taking a gamble.”
As Agatha waved his hand, the bones moved like dancers.
They soon formed the shape of a white door.
“I came up with a special trump card.”
A massive door made of bones, engraved with a white cross symbol at the top.
‘That…’
I swallowed hard at the familiar sight I had seen somewhere before.
And in that moment, a scene from Three Lives Chronicle flashed through my mind.
“Are you really willing to sacrifice hundreds of lives just for your own safety?”
In that memory, Lyria glared at Agatha with a gaze full of fury, and Agatha simply laughed in amusement.
“The weak must sacrifice themselves for the strong—that is the law of nature.”
That’s what he said.
He claimed the weak were born to be conquered by the strong.
And that fulfilling their purpose was meaningful in itself.
That’s how Agatha took the lives of countless believers who followed him.
Those hundreds of followers, whose names, ages—
Even their genders were unknown, ended their lives as Agatha’s nourishment.
They gave everything for him, yet he didn’t even remember their existence.
A tragic and pitiful devotion, truly.
“Well, to open this door, I do have to consume a lot of my followers’ ‘hope’…”
Agatha muttered quietly, tapping his chin in mock contemplation.
I bit my lip and whispered internally.
‘Gate of Ecstasy.’
Agatha’s hidden power—one of the most terrifying and brutal elements in Three Lives Chronicle.
Despite its hopeful name, the door’s true nature was utterly vile.
The gate was forged from the blood and life force of his countless followers.
“You’re worth that much, after all.”
Having made up his mind, Agatha waved his hand gently.
Orbs of iridescent light gathered at his fingertips.
His rainbow-colored hand reached toward the cross engraved on the door.
As his fingers lightly touched the symbol—
[And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see.]
A gloomy incantation resounded through the air.
[And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.]
The cross that sealed the bone door disappeared, and slowly, the door began to open.
[The horseman on the white horse called upon the beasts of the earth with one hand, and in the other, wielded the plague to spread across the world.]
From beyond the door emerged a white horse and its rider.
[This is the one who, on the day of revelation, holds the power to slay one-fourth of the world.]
A vast terror poured forth from beyond the gate, and my knees gave out.
“Sis!”
Lyria caught me as I collapsed, her eyes trembling as she stared into the sky.
[The Constellation, Chronicler of the Apocalypse, is horrified.]
[The Constellation, Mentor of All Doctors, breaks into a cold sweat.]
[The Constellation, Versatile Youngest, frowns.]
[The Constellation, Beast of the End, bares its teeth and laughs.]
Each constellation reacted in its own way as the truth became clear.
[The Constellation, Chronicler of the Apocalypse, protests that this should not be released yet!]
As the full form of the being revealed itself—
I could only stare in despair.
[The First Rider is Pestilence.]
The first rider who heralds the end of the world—Pestilence.
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