Damn Necromancer Chapter 269

Chapter 269: Settlent (3)

“Then, shall we begin the correction?”

Han Siah smiled brightly and clapped her hands lightly.

Clap―.

The cheerful friction sound beca the signal flare.

[Reversal: Transforming into ‘Death Saintess’ form!]

In an instant, the holy white priest robes were dyed black as if corrupted.

The benevolent saintess figure was nowhere to be found, and in her place stood a Grim Reaper covered in a pitch-black robe. In her slender hand, a massive scythe that far exceeded a human's height was held before anyone realized.

Cool chill.

And the overwhelming difference in status tightening his windpipe.

Liang Xiaojun realized instinctively.

He was rely a ‘Follower of the Death Lord’, but she was the ‘Saintess’ chosen by him.

The difference in class, different from the very roots, weighed down his soul.

“Ugh, ugh…….”

Liang Xiaojun stepped back, his lips trembling.

But there was nowhere to run.

[The Death Saintess declares ‘Land of Silence (SSS)’!]

The mont they were engulfed in darkness.

The world's saturation vanished.

Light, sound, and even the flow of air stopped.

Darkness swallowed Liang Xiaojun and Han Siah.

Can't see.

Can't hear.

An absolute space of silence where even his own heartbeat couldn't be heard.

Amidst the fear of blocked senses, Liang Xiaojun poured out cold sweat like rain.

It was then.

A cool voice, seeming to dig directly into the brain matter rather than the eardrums, rang out.

―I heard that not only did you take on the role of Diocese Head, but you were also selected as the next leader of this China?

Suddenly from within the darkness, Han Siah's face appeared right in front of his nose.

The smile hanging on her pale face was weirdly vivid.

“Y-Yes……! Although humble, I was honored to receive His grace……!”

Liang Xiaojun answered frantically.

It was a servile shout to overco fear. But Han Siah's eyes narrowed coolly.

―However, your mouth is too frivolous.

Seoguk―!

The black scythe sliced through the empty air.

A flash-like strike grazed past Liang Xiaojun's mouth.

“……?!”

There was no pain. Blood didn't splatter either.

But Liang Xiaojun's pupils shook as if an earthquake had occurred.

He couldn't feel his lips.

It wasn't physically cut.

The authority of ‘Death’ had snatched away the life force and sensation of the touched area entirely.

As if lips had never existed from the start, the sensation of his lower face turned into nothingness.

“Mmmmmmph?!”

He tried to scream, but only the sound of escaping air leaked out.

Han Siah twirled the scythe and circled around Liang Xiaojun as if dancing.

―To praise His great achievents, your tongue is too unruly.

Seoguk.

This ti, the sensation of the tongue disappeared.

―To contain His authority, your hands are too stained with greed.

Seoguk.

His right arm dropped limp with a thud.

A terrible foreign sensation, as if my arm is not my own.

―To follow His path, your legs are too arrogant.

Seoguk, Seoguk―!

Even the sensation in both legs was erased.

Liang Xiaojun collapsed like a lump of at scattered on the floor.

Even though his limbs were attached perfectly fine, he had no choice but to squirm like a patient whose limbs were all amputated.

The fear of one's body no longer being one's own.

A state of being alive yet no different from being dead.

It was a ntal torture hundreds of tis more terrible than physical pain.

“H-Huuuugh……!”

Covered in a ss of tears and snot, Liang Xiaojun rolled his eyes pleadingly.

‘Please save ! Please save !’

Unheard screams lingered only inside his throat. In his eyes stricken with extre fear, the figure of Han Siah holding the scythe was reflected like a massive executor of God.

She slowly lowered her body.

Her red lips touched Liang Xiaojun's ear, which had lost sensation.

“Shh.”

Han Siah, placing her index finger on her own lips, whispered low.

“If you are His true believer…….”

Deep within her pupils, jet-black madness swirled.

“Be silent. And obey with faith. Reduce your bloated ego, and when His will enters…… only then will you be reborn.”

The word ‘correction’ Han Siah spoke of.

Liang Xiaojun instinctively realized what that was.

She was a crazy human.

She had gone mad.

Conversation would not work at all.

Only obedience and faith serve as language.

Liang Xiaojun nodded his head while trembling.

No, he tried to nod.

The ambition and pride embedded in his head had already evaporated white.

It felt like ti had stopped.

No, it was a space where the very concept of ti was deleted.

Silence where even his own heartbeat couldn't be felt.

Amidst this terrible solitude where only thoughts floated, Liang Xiaojun's ego was crumbling like a sandcastle.

Only then did he see…….

His ugly bare face.

Even while swearing loyalty to Kim Minwoo, he was always running a calculator in a corner of his heart.

Because he is strong, because he is the trend.

He had rely acted despicably like a bat ready to fly up chasing profit at any ti.

But that saintess pierced through those impurities at once.

‘Please…… Please…….’

Just one more chance…….

The outcry of a soul that couldn't even scream.

It was just at the mont when it felt like he would go mad, trapped in darkness forever like this.

―Have you contemplated enough?

A cool voice digging into his brain matter.

It was salvation.

At the sa ti, it was the bell tolling the opening of a new hell.

Liang Xiaojun's pupils shook violently as if an earthquake had hit.

It was a desperate gaze begging to be saved, apologizing for his wrongs, and promising to do whatever he was told.

In the darkness, Han Siah smiled brightly.

“Your attitude has improved significantly. Look, little believer.”

As she snapped her fingers, a blinding white light burst out from the center of the pitch-black darkness.

It was a light that was holy yet bizarrely cold.

“His rcy reaches you.”

Pa-at―!

Light wrapped around Liang Xiaojun's mouth.

Like anesthesia wearing off, or severed nerves being forcibly reconnected, a tingling sensation returned to his lips.

“Gasp! Cough, cough……!”

Liang Xiaojun gasped for breath like a beast.

He never knew the sensation of air entering his lungs could feel so unfamiliar and grateful.

Trembling, he tried to touch his mouth, but his hands still did not move.

Han Siah looked down at him and whispered softly.

“Can you feel it? That breath you are inhaling right now.”

Her index finger traced gently down Liang Xiaojun's jawline.

“That is not yours. You breathe solely by His rcy.”

“Ah, ahhh…….”

“The tongue that can speak is the sa.”

Once again, light flashed.

Warmth returned to his stiffened tongue.

Liang Xiaojun unconsciously let out a groan.

Tears poured out just from the fact that he could hear his own voice.

“It is by His rcy that you converse…….”

Han Siah's touch now moved toward Liang Xiaojun's limp shoulders and legs.

Like a saintess's blessing, or a reaper's sentence, wherever her palm touched, the severed sensations revived explosively.

Crack.

His paralyzed muscles spasd, and Liang Xiaojun's body jerked up.

His limbs twisted and returned on their own.

Along with extre dizziness, the sensation that his body moved according to his will returned.

“So, sob, sobbbb……!”

Liang Xiaojun clawed at the floor and sobbed.

Fear, relief, and awe toward overwhelming power mixed together, making him unable to think straight.

It was his body, yet it was not his own.

A body that could only breathe, speak, and move if the Master permitted.

That sense of perfect subordination was imprinted deep into Liang Xiaojun's bones.

Looking down at him, Han Siah spoke as if driving a wedge in.

“It is only by His rcy that you can move.”

She slowly bent down and made eye contact with Liang Xiaojun.

A fresh smile.

But deep within those eyes, madness thicker than any abyss was swirling.

“Keep this in mind. That everything you have is owed to Him. So…….”

She tidied Liang Xiaojun's ssy collar and added affectionately.

“In the future, use that mouth, those hands, and those feet only for His glory. Do you understand?”

Liang Xiaojun nodded as if possessed.

No, he had no choice but to nod.

The fear embedded in his brain was now being painted over with the na ‘faith’.

“Loyalty, I will be loyal……! According to His will, everything……!”

“Right. That attitude is what can be called a faithful servant.”

Clap―!

Han Siah clapped her hands and continued as if offering a carrot.

“Of course, He is rciful. If you strive for glory…… He can overlook your petty desires to any extent…… So you must do your best, right?”

“O-Of course!”

Han Siah smiled broadly at Liang Xiaojun’s disciplined appearance.

It was the smile of a saintess who reford a demon, and the smile of a demon who created a new fanatic.

＊ ＊ ＊

Pyong pyong―!

Pababang, pabang!

rhen, who was holding a ga console, turned her head.

From the pitch-black darkness, Liang Xiaojun walked out with Han Siah.

―Finished?

“Yes. Fortunately, he wasn't corrupted beyond the point of no return. Thanks to that, it ended well.”

―Hmm. Really? I thought it would take a while because he's an idiot, but I guess not? Hey, idiot.

“Did you call, Lady rhen.”

Liang Xiaojun bowed deeply.

It was different from his previous servility.

Dignified and graceful, it was like the etiquette of a high-ranking cleric.

The eyes once oily with greed had settled calmly, silent like an abyss of unknown depth.

rhen frowned at that unfamiliar appearance and put down the ga console.

―What is it, you? Why are you so quiet? No fun. Did you beco a monk or sothing?

“Haha, a monk. That is absurd.”

Liang Xiaojun smiled gently.

The vulgar ambitious man was nowhere to be found, and only a bizarre tranquility lingered in his place.

“I am also human. Desires still exist. I still love power and honor.”

He placed his hand on his chest and added softly like a believer swearing on the Bible.

“Of course, provided all of that does not go against ‘His’ will. Because even my petty desires will beco fertilizer for His great achievents.”

―Hmm…… To call you an idiot, you seem to have beco quite useful? Should I call you differently from now on? Hmm…… what title would be good…….

“Haha, no. Because just a mont ago, I was truly a foolish guy. Rather, I hope Lady rhen continues to call that. So that I may never forget my errors.”

Cool fanaticism rippled deep in his eyes.

Only then did Han Siah curl up the corners of her mouth as if satisfied.

“I heard there is a position called the 11 Apostles in the Cult?”

“Yes. It is His Royal Guard. However, unfortunately, those friends are still very lacking. Like just a mont ago.”

“Seems like correction is needed?”

“So that the Saintess won't be inconvenienced, I will set a date and call them all to Korea.”

“Thank you, Diocese Head Liang.”

Tremble.

Liang Xiaojun shuddered.

It was intense ecstasy.

Right at this mont.

It was no different from the great Saintess acknowledging him with the position of Diocese Head.

With bloodshot eyes welling up, he controlled his emotions at once and spoke seriously.

“But…… I have one thing to report. It is a grave matter.”

“What is it?”

“Chairman Li Zemin. That man's actions are strange. It seems he has so sche……”

“Strange? In what way?”

“……He is secretly moving all resources within China. As if China is going to be destroyed in the near future. Based on what I found out as a close aide, it seems…… he is connected to the Shadows.”

“Is it certain?”

“……It is certain. The personnel from the Shadow side in China frequently contacted him. If my position was even a little lower, I wouldn't have found out easily.”

“Hmm. We should report this.”

“Yes. Since only He will make the judgnt.”

Han Siah nodded and looked at rhen.

“Lady rhen? May I ask you to report?”

―Huh? Ah, you an call Minwoo?

“Yes. Since Lady rhen's position is the highest here.”

―Okay! Siah, trust only !

rhen took out her phone and called imdiately with a cheerful face.