Chapter 82 : Your Birth Was a Mistake

He’s finally here.

Of course, it wasn’t the old fool Oswell. His body had died instantly. It couldn’t have reformed like a time reversal.

There was only one possibility.

A flicker of excitement in Stacy’s eyes. It seemed they had finally decided to step in.

The ones hiding behind the Church, the true rulers, had finally made their move.

The moment Oswell’s body was taken over, his eyes were replaced by pure spiritual light. There was no trace of a normal human aura.

To put it simply, it was as if the Goddess of Light they worshiped had decided to step in and take over.

The only difference was that their goddess would never truly intervene. And the ones who had taken over Oswell’s body were far more fearsome than any unknown goddess.

It had been a long time since they had last appeared. It was also at the end of a crusade, also taking over the body of that Pope. And the fact that she was still here showed the final result.

They had failed to defeat her.

She remembered the look of frustration on his face.

It was so… delicious.

A mocking smile on her lips. So, he had finally decided to step in again. Was it to protect Oswell’s body, or… had they finally found a way to completely erase her from this world?

How exciting. Stacy wanted to know what they had prepared after all this time.

The Pope, or rather, the entity that now occupied his body, held out his hand, and a magnificent scepter appeared.

“Filth. Your birth was a mistake.”

The moment he spoke, a crimson feather pierced his forehead. The next second, his body exploded into a mist of blood.

“Noisy.”

The scattered mist of blood reformed, his broken body restored.

“Mistakes should be corrected. If they cannot be corrected, they should be erased.”

“Noisy.”

A second feather pierced his chest. His body exploded again, and reformed again.

Was he testing her patience?

The feathers were too slow. After the third one pierced his heart, Stacy controlled a tendril to hover beside him, waiting for his body to reform.

The moment he revived, the tendril mercilessly pierced his body. His newly restored form exploded into a mist of blood once more.

How many times had it been?

She couldn’t be bothered to count. Just wait for him to revive, and then kill him again.

What was the saying? Camping the spawn point. Yes, that’s what it was. Using the brief moment of invulnerability after he revived, she could kill him again in an instant.

But this could go on forever. Would she break first, or would he? How exciting.

Time passed. The number of times Oswell had died and revived was countless. Stacy’s patience was running out.

As Oswell revived again, she did the same as before. The tendril pierced his body, but this time, something was different.

The tendril passed through him as if through air.

What was happening?

His body had become ethereal, so it couldn’t be touched?

In Stacy’s moment of surprise, Oswell raised his scepter. The tip glowed with holy light.

The moment the light touched the tendrils, they simply vanished.

Not into black smoke, not into magic, but just… gone. As if their very existence had been erased.

Not destroyed, not purified, but erased. Completely erased from this world.

“No wonder you’ve appeared now. It seems you’ve finally succeeded in developing a way to erase me.”

A hint of gravity on Stacy’s face for the first time. But it quickly faded, replaced by an even stronger mockery.

“What a coincidence. I’ve made a little discovery of my own.”

Several black spikes appeared beside her, their surfaces covered in dark runes, the opposite of the scepter’s.

Perhaps, even now, they hadn’t noticed that a precious piece of their research data had gone missing.

This was something she had reverse-engineered from the ancient texts. It wasn’t as good as what they had made to counter her, but it would be enough.

Seeing the black spikes, Oswell’s scepter wavered. He knew what they were.

They could also erase him. But only the body he was inhabiting. Stacy couldn’t touch the ones behind the scenes. And they couldn’t directly intervene.

Holy light and black spikes clashed in the night sky. Each collision was a silent annihilation.

At this stage, things had become simple.

Whoever was hit first would be completely erased from this world.

But, even in such a high-stakes battle, Stacy kept looking back, as if checking on something.

Even so, Oswell’s holy light was always neutralized by her black spikes just before it could hit her. It was a stalemate.

At the same time, Lillian knelt on the ground, watching in disbelief. She wasn’t surprised by Stacy’s performance. But Stacy kept looking back.

What was she looking at? What was she waiting for?

A bad feeling. Stacy still wasn’t using her full power. What was she planning?

As for the Pope, Lillian’s violet eyes were filled with horror. The one floating in the air was not the Pope she knew. Who was it?

She remembered what had happened. The Pope’s body had exploded. Why could it reform?

And not just once.

She had lost count of how many times he had been killed. But each time, he revived as if nothing had happened.

Compared to Stacy, whom she knew, the Pope was now the more terrifying one.

That day, the day Stacy fell, what had she seen behind the Church’s facade? What had turned her into what she was now?

The battle raged on, a stalemate.

Just then, the delicate balance was broken.

Not by a direct hit, but by a figure that shot through the night like a falcon.

“Silver Light Blade!”

A cold glint flashed behind Stacy, aimed at her neck.