Became the Patron of Villains

The Apostle could not comprehend the current situation.

He couldn’t understand why the King of Curses, whom he had tried to persuade, and the avatar prepared by the Apostle of Pride were here.

However, even amidst such confusion, there was one thing the Apostle realized clearly—

‘This is dangerous.’

That this situation was extremely perilous.

Realizing this, the Apostle immediately moved his body backward.

Splat—!

The Apostle’s right hand, which had been grabbed by a black hand, was severed, and red blood splattered in all directions.

Despite the pain of severing his own hand, the Apostle didn’t even blink.

Rather, as if it were an opportunity, he threw the severed hand toward Seolrang and Nangwon.

Then—

Boom!

From the arm where blood gushed out like mad, pure white flesh burst forth.

It looked like a beam of light exploding.

In an instant, the rapidly growing flesh engulfed Seolrang and Nangwon nearby.

However—

Crack—!

Unfortunately, the Apostle’s clever trick was crushed in an instant.

Crackle!

Golden flashes shot out like rays, mercilessly shredding the flesh and instantly reaching the Apostle.

Even the Apostle, blessed by the Great One, momentarily failed to track that speed.

He tried to react, albeit belatedly—

Crash—!

But his body had already been flung away.

His body bounced like a ball, carving a massive line across the ground.

Eventually, the Apostle’s body tore through trees and wrecked the forest,

And further—

Boom—!

It crashed right into the middle of a cliff, creating a massive crater.

“Ugh!”

The Apostle coughed up black blood, eyes wide in disbelief.

‘Is it really this strong?’

He had known that the avatar form was powerful.

But that Seolrang would be this strong?

The reason he had felt a sense of danger moments ago was because of the King of Curses, whom he had seen as a threat—not the golden moon standing before him now.

Which is why—

‘This is ridiculous—’

The Apostle hurriedly tried to get up to prepare his next move.

Crunch!

Unfortunately, buried in the cliff, he couldn’t get up.

It was because of the black hands that had appeared around the cliff—hands that hadn’t been there just a moment ago.

Hundreds of hands brimming with curses and malice.

Seeing them, the Apostle spewed flesh again.

Crack—!

Just like before, flesh burst out from his severed arm.

But—

Crackkk!

“Argh—?!”

The black hands that had already emerged grabbed the Apostle’s body tightly.

“Don’t think you’ll walk away from this, scum.”

In the next moment—

The Abyssal Lord of Black Water.

His body was crushed.

Neck, shoulders, chest, waist, pelvis, legs, knees—

Every joint twisted.

His arms bent grotesquely.

His neck was torn.

His legs were crushed.

His waist twisted at an impossible angle.

And so, the Apostle’s body was discarded on the ground.

But it wasn’t over.

The black hands that had now completely covered the cliff smashed its edge and dropped it directly onto the Apostle.

Soon—

With a heavy thud, the massive cliff

“Die—”

was slammed down by Seolrang—

-!!!!!

The earth exploded.

Dust scattered in all directions.

The deafening noise reached all the way to Rosario.

A tremendous uproar.

In truth, until now, Nangwon and Seolrang had been extremely careful.

They didn’t want Alon to discover their true selves.

That’s why they had engaged in childish hair-pulling fights up till now.

But at this moment, all their previous worries vanished as if they had never existed.

To them, protecting Alon—

Was far more important than the possibility of being hated by him after revealing their true forms.

Seolrang and Nangwon’s eyes were sunken in complete stillness.

They looked toward the place where dust had risen thickly.

The Apostle’s figure visible in the dust could no longer be considered intact.

There was not a single normal part left on his body.

His limbs were grotesquely twisted, and more than half his neck had been torn off—his appearance was pitiful.

Covered entirely in grotesquely protruding white flesh—

It was—

No longer human.

Heugh.

Even in that moment, the Apostle twisted his lips into a grin.

"Such a shame, such a shame—looks like I won’t be able to help him now~"

The Apostle muttered to himself.

However—

"Still, it seems I won’t be completely useless."

He soon sneered,

And in an instant, pure white flesh began to engulf the area around Nangwon and Seolrang.

Before they could react,

The flesh enclosed them completely, like forming a miniature arena between the Apostle and the two.

Crack—!

In the next moment, the Apostle had his head ripped off by Seolrang.

Yet, even so, the Apostle looked at Seolrang as if amused.

"It’s pointless. Even if you kill me, this won’t disappear. And you won’t be able to break through this flesh either. It’s... a little special."

"L—"

"Now, let us watch together, the glorious descent of the Great One! Watch—"

Sneer!

"What happens to the one you tried so hard to protect."

He mocked arrogantly.

*****

As the sun disappeared and the dark night fell, a strange sound echoed.

Alon looked up at the sky.

There, the silent flesh of sin was making bizarre noises as it stirred.

The wriggling flesh seemed to signal the coming manifestation of sin.

Gripping his dizzy head, Alon tried to make sense of the situation.

“......Below, the white beings are rampaging, killing the faithful, and above, sin is about to be born.”

The situation wasn’t good, but it wasn’t the worst either.

Sin had been weakened to its limit.

On top of that, he had already instructed Yutia to evacuate the faithful to the opposite side of where sin was to appear.

For how urgent the situation had been, he had done everything possible.

In other words, Alon had made the best possible choices with the information he had.

Even so, the reason there was anxiety in his eyes now—

Was because of the sin that was about to manifest.

Sin was certainly weakened.

If it appeared now, it would only have about one-fifth of its original power.

But Alon knew.

He knew how absurdly unreasonable sin was.

Throb!

Just as he thought that—

The flesh that had been twisting violently stopped moving.

And what appeared next—

“!”

Was a hand.

A giant hand that covered the night sky.

A hand so large it seemed it could easily cover half of Rosario, tearing through the air as it descended.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Before Alon could do anything, the hand pierced the ground, ignoring Rosario’s protective barrier as if it were nothing and slammed into the city.

KABOOOOM—!!!

And then, everything it touched began to return to nothingness.

The pure white streets brushed by the giant fingers crumbled.

The plazas were crushed into ruins.

The temples collapsed with one swing.

Just a single attack—

was enough to bring an unstoppable calamity down upon the earth, reducing half of Rosario to rubble.

At that sight, Alon—

“Hah...”

Was overwhelmed.

By the absurdity.

By the sheer existence of such a being.

As the giant hand slowly withdrew, a horrifying scream echoed throughout Rosario.

A scream so dreadful, it drained the will to fight.

And with it, from the cocoon began to form a new, incomplete but massive shape, like a newborn life being conceived.

Alon hardened his resolve.

Sin had awakened.

But—

‘There’s only one chance.’

That’s why—he knew this moment was the opportunity.

And then—

Reverse Heaven.

With Alon's murmur,

"...."

The necklace around his neck began to emit a blue light.

A brilliant blue glow, like a blue moon.

*****

On the rooftop of the eastern temple, where most of the faithful had evacuated.

"Aaaaaah—"

Sergius screamed faintly, looking over the scene of Rosario.

With just one attack, half of Rosario was now gone.

But despite that, they had successfully dealt with the pure white beings pouring endlessly into the temple.

Everyone sighed in relief at the fact they had survived.

But then—

“Hah...”

The resting faithful let out a hopeless sigh.

‘That’s just... unbelievable......’

Sergius collapsed to his knees without realizing it.

The resolve that had begun to kindle as they drove out the white beings was completely extinguished by what they had just witnessed.

That’s how overwhelming it was.

The irrationality that sin displayed.

With his soul now gray and empty, Sergius simply stared blankly ahead—

“Huh—”

Suddenly, he heard a small laugh and turned his head without thinking.

There stood Yutia.

Yutia, smiling brightly as if this situation truly brought her joy.

In her eyes, the Milky Way spread across the sky with the blue moon at its center.

A soft red glow shimmered ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ on her cheek, the same hue as her crimson eyes.

And on her lips bloomed only a radiant smile.

That sight was so beautiful—

...And so completely alien.

Half of Rosario had vanished.

In a way, today could mark the beginning of Rosario’s end.

Even in her eyes, surely, Rosario’s destruction alongside the Milky Way was reflected.

And yet—she was smiling.

More brightly than ever.

“...Lady Yutia?”

As if bewitched, Sergius opened his mouth.

At his call, Yutia turned with a smile and looked at him.

Then her red lips moved.

“Sergius.”

“Y-Yes...?”

“You asked me once, didn’t you? How a god is born.”

Her sudden question.

It was true that Sergius had once asked her that.

But he had never received an answer.

More accurately, Sergius hadn’t really expected one either.

So why—

Why was the answer coming now?

Sergius simply stared at Yutia in silence.

Yutia looked into his eyes and said—

“It’s now.”

“...Pardon?”

“Right now. It’s being born.”

With an utterly blissful smile on her lips,

Sergius turned his gaze to the sky and witnessed it.

Wearing a twilight-hued coat that billowed under the moonlight—

emitting a radiance rivaling that of the goddess Sironia, standing nobly beneath the blue moon—

"My god.”

One man—

“...The hope beneath countless eyes.”

Marquis Palatio, bearing the goddess Sironia on his back.