Reincarnated User Manual

Chapter 345: The Reincarnated (7)

The next day.

Seira didn’t return.

The day after that. And the day after, Seira still didn’t return.

“Did she really mean it when she said to wait ahead?”

“Is she seriously suggesting we retreat now and wait for the next opportunity?”

Two nights passed as I waited for a friend who would never return.

Because of that, my already slow and dull brain was too foggy to finish my thoughts.

“Is this really the end?”

“Just one last step remains, but…”

The mist clouding my mind didn’t even grant me a chance to hold on to reason.

Thunk-

How did I endure these 15 years? I worked hard, I prepared a lot.

From the moment I realized I was reincarnated, I had a mission in mind. As soon as I could walk, I devoted myself to gathering points. To slay the Demon God and run toward my goal, I poured my entire life into it.

I gathered points, found comrades, and threw myself into every conflict to make a name for myself. I persuaded traitors who wouldn’t cooperate. Honestly, I wanted to tear their heads off on the spot, but I held back, afraid of tarnishing the reputation of a hero.

I felt guilty about what I had done to Kyrie.

I could have been harsher in dismissing Anjey and Binella, but I couldn’t bring myself to disregard human relationships so lightly.

They were friends Kyrie had made as a child. I didn’t want to destroy the bonds Kyrie had formed.

I valued human life too much. I respected my comrades’ opinions too much. I cared too much about what others thought of me.

But if it was for Kyrie, it was something I had to do.

A kind soul who didn’t mind being worn down for others’ sake. Kyrie was a pitiful child who blindly followed my words, knowing nothing.

Drip-

A fool who had never swung a sword for her own sake.

That fool was now shedding bloody tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Yura… Yura…”

Kyrie, sniffling, groped at the corpse sprawled on the ground. The corpse’s name was Yura. A weak human who ventured onto the battlefield and had her head blown apart.

She could have survived if she hadn’t gone to the battlefield. But Yura, holding Kyrie’s hand tightly, made the foolish decision to step onto it.

Because Kyrie was a fragile human who relied on Yura.

The moment Kyrie saw the face of Jaganata, who killed Yura, she tore him apart in an instant.

Jaganata, who had never sustained a fatal injury before, was apparently just an ordinary opponent for Kyrie, consumed by uncontrollable rage.

But that fact was irrelevant to Kyrie.

What she truly wanted wasn’t to eradicate evil with overwhelming power but to be happy with Yura and their friends.

“Kyrie…”

Her life now seemed tinted with the color of regret. That regret was the color red.

[2 days 23:59:55]

[2 days 23:59:54]

[2 days 23:59:53]

[2 days 23:59:52]

[2 days 23:59:51]

[677,344pt]

A hazy sensation enveloped her body entirely. Facing death, Yura stared at the red spear floating in the void.

“…Is this a dream?”

[2 days 23:59:45]

[2 days 23:59:44]

She tried denying the reality she faced, but the chilling sequence of numbers snapped her back to her senses.

No separate message window appeared, but even with her blown-apart head, Yura could understand the meaning.

[Resurrection: 350,000pt]

…Resurrection. The sequence of numbers indicated the time limit to press the resurrection button.

“Bring it on… you bastard.”

Despite losing what she treasured most, Kyrie picked up the fallen holy sword. She considered giving up and accepting death in despair, but the memory of Yura’s existence steadied her resolve.

Yura had wanted to kill the Demon God. She never desired the world’s destruction and always longed for her hometown, unable to sleep peacefully.

-What? You’re upset because they mocked you as a barbarian?

-Then how about this? Build a reputation so great that no one can ever look down on you again.

-Shout your skill names loudly and proudly. The rumors will spread quickly. Let’s make sure the name is grand enough so no one calls you a barbarian girl again.

Sirius.

Radiant flames began to engulf her entire body. A star shining brightest in the dark night sky appeared. Even when darkness cloaked the earth and filled the heavens, that star retained its brilliance, undiminished.

The tears that had flowed dried instantly in the flames. Memories of her dearest one were enough to banish all impure forces.

The flames surging from the holy sword’s tip swelled again. Sadness was a luxury. Not everything was over yet. Piercingly cold rationality returned. Though Yura was already dead, Kyrie believed she wouldn’t want to see her meet a senseless death. This trust fortified her resolve.

“That fool…”

Kyrie’s legs moved forward. In her limp hand, she held a star shining so brightly it could fill the sky.

[1 day 13:17:37]

The battle raged on without pause. A war that painted the world’s end unfolded.

The Demon God used every means to kill Kyrie. Kyrie, in turn, faced the trials prepared by the Demon God head-on.

The earth evaporated, and the heavens cracked. Only light and shadow existed in that space.

In a world dyed red, Yura could only watch the battle. Once again, she could do nothing.

[Resurrection: 350,000pt]

[677,343pt]

No, she desperately hoped she wouldn’t have to do anything.

She prayed fervently that Kyrie wouldn’t die. That she would win, survive, and live on without anything else happening.

Yura didn’t believe in gods. After falling into this world, she denied their existence even more.

Yet her consciousness clasped its hands in prayer. Despite shedding bloody tears, as if searching for answers in the darkness, her mind begged and begged an absolute being for salvation.

Squish-

But Yura’s god did not answer her prayers. Even as she wished fervently for Kyrie’s safety, it was futile. A blade born of destruction pierced through Kyrie’s body, cutting her in half. Her waist snapped, and her entrails spilled out. Her lifeless body plummeted to the ground.

“Kyrie.”

[09:44:19]

[677,343pt]

[Resurrection: 350,000pt]

[327,343pt]

“Kyrie!”

There was no hesitation in Yura’s decision to save Kyrie. Without a second thought about her own life, she paid the points.

Radiant light filled the corpse on the ground. The glow banished the overwhelming darkness that seemed capable of erasing the entire world. Life returned to Kyrie’s dulled eyes.

The process happened in an instant, so much so that Kyrie didn’t even realize she had died and been brought back. She rose from the ashes again and swung her sword.

Yura, with a dazed expression, watched the woman create a myth before her eyes.

[327,343pt]

Kyrie’s slots were already full. The remaining points were worthless, a meaningless sequence of numbers.

[03:47:38]

Thus, Yura waited for the fight to end. All she could do was watch the dwindling numbers and cheer Kyrie on as she fought.

[01:07:24]

[Star of Wishes: 777,777pt]

…There was one more thing.

[327,343pt]

Amid resignation and loss, an unattainable wish surfaced.

“I wanted to meet you and apologize.”

[00:39:13]

Perhaps it was the result of complete death. Her vision grew blurrier and blurrier.

[00:01:13]

The world, once vivid with blood-red hues, faded into gray. The only thing left was the sequence of crimson numbers.

As her vision blurred, clarity struck.

[00:09:59]

[+444,444pt]

“…Huh?”

[7ㅁㅁ,ㅁㅁ7pt]

“What? Wha—?”

Just when she thought it was all over, the crimson numbers vanished, replaced by blue digits. Did it end? Had Kyrie defeated the Demon God?

Confused, Yura rubbed her stiff eyes and tried to gather her wits. And then,

[771,787pt]

[Star of Wishes: 777,777pt]

“Goddamn it…”

She let out a curse.