When I ntioned that I didn't know how to use the Power of Purification, Grandpa audibly sighed.
‘Is that so?’
When I first used the Power of Embrace, it felt much more natural.
The mont I decided to embrace the resentnt and lantation of others, I instinctively knew what to do.
But in contrast, the Miracle of Purification was completely elusive. I had no idea what I was supposed to do.
‘That was a simple technique, though. To be honest, I didn’t really do anything.’
The prayer I spoke during the Miracle of Purification, the divine energy flowing through my body, or the resulting phenona—none of it was perfectly in line with my will.
It was barely half of my own intention. Asking to do sothing like that again is like comparing pulling a trigger on a crossbow to aiming and shooting an arrow.
‘Right. That should work.’
Nodding at Grandpa’s words, I placed my hands on the fairies again.
As I focused and decided to purify the power of Agras, the divine energy within surged, but it ultimately failed to manifest any effect in the world.
The power of Agras blocked the Power of Purification. More precisely, it was my power being suppressed by the power of Agras, which the Pope controlled.
‘Grandpa?’
‘That’s not what I asked. I need advice on what to do next.’
Normally, the boss should be stronger than the player. If the boss were as strong as or weaker than the player, it wouldn’t make sense.
Even if we step outside the ga logic, it’s correct that the Pope is stronger than .
It doesn’t make sense that I would be stronger than that lunatic who has survived since the era of the gods.
But there must be a way. As Erginus said, divine powers are a bit more encompassing. If I could master the Power of Purification properly, surely sothing could be done.
‘Details, huh.’
Sitting in the snow, I continued to think, eventually lying down on the ground.
To put it simply, I felt lost.
The dictionary definition of purification is “to make sothing clean by removing impurities.”
I had looked it up when I first obtained the Miracle of Purification, so I knew this for sure.
It wasn’t a hard concept.
Purifying a polluted lake and returning it to its original clarity is purification. Cleaning up a ssy place is often called purification work, and purifying a wicked person’s impure heart is also considered purification. In movies, they might even call bombing an alien-occupied area a purification operation.
Anyone could call sothing purification if they thought they were making sothing dirty clean.
So the Power of Purification should be an incredibly versatile and amazing power.
‘It’s too vague!’
What exactly counts as “impure” or “dirty”? You need to define that first!
Of course, I know what’s dirty or impure.
Animal waste, or my room after pulling an all-nighter for three days—those are definitely dirty.
A foolish fox waiting under my bed, or a swordsman who rushes to steal soone else's husband—those are clearly impure.
But that’s not what I’m talking about.
For example, look at these fairies above my head, not moving at all.
They’ve fallen asleep because of the power of the evil god.
Exactly where are these fairies impure?
Where should I purify to erase the power of Agras?
‘Useless? This is important! You need to look at the details to find the weakness!’
Of course, you can't stop thinking just because sothing seems obvious. Otherwise, you'd fall behind everyone else.
To be number one in a speedrun, you need more than just superior physical abilities and luck. You also need creativity like this.
At first, an idea might be hailed as brilliant, but later, everyone follows suit, so it loses its value. But the key is being the first one to co up with it.
Anyway, from my perspective, the Power of Purification felt too ambiguous.
‘But if I can’t figure out what counts as impurity, I won’t be able to find the detailed path to purify! Think about it! So people even deny the very existence of fairies as non-humans! If that’s the case, I might be able to purify the fairies!’
I said that half-jokingly, but half of it was sincere. If I used the Power of Purification recklessly, who knows what would happen?
Even the mischievous nature of the fairies could be seen as impure to a conservative person. If I’m not careful, I could end up purifying even that playfulness.
‘To prevent the worst-case scenario, I need to figure out exactly what to purify! I need to understand what effect Agras’s power has and what my power can actually do!’
Hearing my desperate plea, Grandpa chuckled as if he found it absurd.
‘...What?’
‘Right?’
At the realization that I am the judge, I lifted my head slightly but then collapsed back into the snow.
In the end, if I can’t make a firm decision, it ans nothing.
Argh, now I’m even less confident. At this rate, I feel like I won’t be able to do anything with the Power of Purification.
‘If I keep running, sothing will co up, right?’
‘Huh? Why would we hunt? There’s plenty of food in my inventory.’
Right now, my inventory has enough food to last five people for a month.
I had stored it just in case we ended up in a dungeon of dium size or above.
From the ga’s text, sotis people cook and eat the monsters inside dungeons, but I can’t even think about touching that. That’s just disgusting.
‘Have you ever been stranded in a dungeon, Grandpa?’
Following Grandpa’s advice, I walked through the snow with instinct and moved without hesitation.
I’ve already felt what it’s like to rely on luck over and over.
This ti, I don’t think my instincts will be wrong.
Walking in the snow was nothing new. One of the things I was trained for in the Alrun family was marching through snow.
Having my feet sink into the snow wasn’t a big deal.
But then I thought, why do I have to do it this way? If I used the fairy’s light steps, I wouldn’t have to worry about sinking in.
When I tried it, it worked.
From then on, I ran as if walking on solid ground.
But then, at so point, I started feeling sothing strange.
Even though I was running faster than most words could keep up, nothing was happening. Isn’t that odd?
‘It doesn’t seem like an ordinary place.’
I had a thorough understanding of the continent’s geography.
But there is no place on the continent where, after running until sunset, nothing appears.
Sothing is wrong here.
‘Grandpa, have we encountered a place like this in the dungeons we’ve entered while facing Agras?’
‘Right? I’ve never seen a dungeon like this either. So, I’m kind of excited.’
If this place is a vast snowfield twisted by the power of Agras, then it wouldn’t be completely impossible.
Does that sound unbelievable? Well, it’s the power to stop death and grant eternal life, so erasing the end of a dungeon would be nothing.
For soone who wants to tornt others, it’s an incredibly efficient dungeon.
You can tornt those trapped inside forever with no preparation at all.
It’s not that there’s no way to conquer it, so it’s not too far from the definition of a dungeon.
‘My heart is racing because I’m so excited.’
Yeah. It’s a disgusting place because it’s too efficient.
With a bitter laugh, I watched the sunset and felt like I might be able to restore the end of this place.
It felt completely different from when I was trying to purify the fairies.
I truly believed that this place shouldn’t exist and that the world should not be like this.
At that mont, when I hoped that this place would return to its rightful shape, the crimson snowfield disappeared, and a brown-lit plain appeared.
I’m not sure, but this seed to be the right world.
The sll of grass brushing against my nose in the wind seed to tell so.
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