Chapter 102
With a dazzling burst of light, Myeolmangi bloomed and appeared before me.
But somehow… the once small and adorable figure was nowhere to be seen.
“It’s… big…?”
Before my eyes stood a massive flower, roughly the size of a four- or five-year-old child.
Transparent petals and faintly visible pink stamens.
A pale emerald stem and a dreamy, ethereal atmosphere made it look enchanting.
As I stared at the beautiful flower, I tilted my head.
Because this appearance was completely different from what I’d imagined.
“That’s odd.”
The Sura’s Calamitous Despairflower was supposed to look menacing—its dark and sinister appearance matching its name.
So why did it look like this?
The typical Calamitous Despairflower had blackish-red leaves and a deep purple stem.
Its grotesque form included claw-like, jagged leaves and giant eyeball-shaped stamens—far from a regular flower.
But Myeolmangi’s appearance was nothing like that.
First, there was the radiant light.
The softly glowing pinkish aura, like an aurora, gently lit up the space around me and wrapped me in warmth.
The thin, floating petals resembled a frilly dress.
The glowing blue stem looked like it had been inlaid with emeralds.
It was so beautiful, I couldn’t help but think—
“If a flower angel descended from the heavens, this is exactly what it would look like.”
It was undeniably different—
From the Sura’s Calamitous Despairflower.
And I didn’t feel the usual malice it was supposed to carry either.
“Is it a mutation?”
Just like how a white tiger is born once in a hundred thousand, the Western Flower Field also has rare outliers.
But the odds were said to be lower than getting struck by lightning while walking.
And yet, just a moment ago…
[A brilliance that blooms for only one moment, ‘Heaven’s One-Day Flower.’]
…was what she had been called.
‘Heaven’s One-Day Flower’
Literally, a flower that blooms only once in the heavens.
There was no mention of such a flower, even during Seed Selection, and not a single reference to it in the original work.
How did Myeolmangi end up becoming Heaven’s One-Day Flower, rather than a Calamitous Despairflower?
But I didn’t have time to dwell on that thought.
Agatha had sliced the vine choking his neck and casually stepped back.
“A mutation, huh…”
Touching his reddened throat, he coldly glared at Myeolmangi.
“I don’t even know what trick you pulled.”
As he muttered, brilliant light began gathering in his palm.
From the size of a fist to that of a soccer ball.
Then it swelled until it was too massive to hold with both arms.
“This only makes me want you even more.”
The smile curling his lips, though his eyes were cold—
“After all, I must have you.”
—why did it feel so terrifying?
Agatha’s golden eyes filled my vision.
His voice echoed endlessly in my ears, digging deep into my mind.
The devil’s whisper, tempting me to give up and surrender.
And then—
“In the end, they’ll all die.”
“Everyone here…”
“Will die.”
A hazy, overwhelming despair filled my mind.
But I wasn’t someone who would give in so easily.
“This bastard’s playing dirty again.”
I had resisted the powerful temptation of divine relics before.
I wasn’t weak enough to fall for a cheap illusion spell like this.
Clenching my lips, I managed to take a shaky step forward.
[Hey, Wendy.]
A soft, warm voice reached me.
[I’ve been thinking this since I was in your inventory.]
A voice passed from heart to heart, warm and sincere.
[That guy’s seriously unlucky.]
Startled, I looked around.
Then slowly turned my gaze to the figure standing beside me.
Toong, toong.
Petals swayed gently and softly.
“…Wait. Myeolmangi—is that you?”
I asked, and the figure wiggled its leaves and shook its flower bud in response.
I stood there stunned.
“Hehe, finally got through!”
Even without a face, somehow—
I could feel Myeolmangi smiling bashfully.
“I’ve got so much I want to tell you.”
Myeolmangi’s head slowly turned toward Agatha.
“But first, let’s take out the trash.”
With that, a massive light exploded from her flower.
Paaah—
A warm and gentle light burst forth, enveloping the entire area.
But apparently, not everyone felt its warmth.
“Ghhk!”
Agatha flinched and quickly retreated, as if scalded by fire.
Seeing him like that dulled the fear clouding my mind—just a little.
“He has a weakness.”
And more importantly, we had bought a little time.
I didn’t understand what had just happened, but…
“Thank you.”
Myeolmangi had helped me.
I bowed my head to it.
It was the only thing I could do right now—
To express my gratitude.
To show it how thankful I truly was.
Embarrassed, Myeolmangi blushed and trembled its leaves.
It might’ve gotten a little bigger, but its innocent, adorable reactions remained the same.
But unfortunately, our fallen comrades remained collapsed.
I looked at Myeolmangi, who was still radiating brilliant light.
Maybe—just maybe—if it could cause one more miracle…
Couldn’t it… save them?
Had my wish reached it?
“I’m sorry, Wendy.”
Myeolmangi shook its bud gently and spoke to me.
“I can buy you time… but that’s all I can do.”
Sure enough, another miracle didn’t come.
My moment of despair didn’t last long.
“Wendy…?”
A familiar voice made me raise my head.
“Yeriel?”
I saw Yeriel’s face, looking a little pale but conscious.
“How did you get up?”
At my question, Yeriel closed and reopened his eyes, still seemingly confused, then slowly spoke.
“It felt like… something inside me was resonating.”
He said it was like intense sunlight piercing through and jolting him awake.
I nodded.
Most of Yeriel’s powers originated from here—the Western Flower Field.
Perhaps that’s why he resonated with Myeolmangi, a flower of this field.
Like recognizes like.
“Yeriel, can you use your flowers to heal them?”
If he truly resonated with Myeolmangi—
Then maybe his healing skills would work on our allies.
Now was the moment.
Agatha’s group couldn’t approach because of Myeolmangi’s light.
“I’ll try.”
We had to keep it short and effective.
Just like Myeolmangi said—it would only buy us a little time.
“You’re not fully recovered, so don’t push yourself too hard.”
At my words, Yeriel nodded resolutely.
Dozens of flowers bloomed from his hands.
Red, blue, and rainbow-colored blossoms of all kinds.
Yeriel’s flowers gently floated over to the fallen teammates.
Their complexions seemed to improve for a moment.
But then—
The blossoms rotted away before they could fully take root.
Yeriel shook his head in frustration.
“This… this isn’t normal. It’s like healing isn’t allowed.”
It was probably inevitable.
The powers wielded by the Riders of the Apocalypse, like the Rider of Pestilence, were tied to the fate of the world itself—
The Authority of Destruction.
There was no way ordinary healing methods could overcome such a curse.
“There must be a way. Just give us a little more time—”
Even now, our comrades’ life force was fading fast.
Yeriel, his face pale, kept conjuring more flowers.
“Why…?”
But as before, the blossoms withered before they could take effect.
No progress was made.
If Yeriel’s ability didn’t work, potions were useless too.
“Yeriel, don’t waste your energy.”
Xenon, struggling to sit up, spoke while barely holding himself up.
“This can’t be… cured.”
Even sitting up seemed to bring him immense pain.
Letting out strained gasps between broken words, Xenon steadied his breathing.
“Then we need to… find a way to save… at least you.”
Even though he could barely support himself, Xenon raised his trembling sword.
“Ten seconds. I’ll break through them with everything I’ve got.”
Myeolmangi’s light was fading.
Agatha’s group was approaching our now unguarded position.
Facing them, Xenon aimed his sword and turned to look at me.
“So you… must live.”
His lake-blue eyes trembled faintly.
“…Xenon?”
He looked like a man preparing to die.
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