I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 119: You Are A Person Who Should Not Exist

Hero.

A word that embodies hope in itself, a title bestowed only upon the ‘most special and powerful beings’ in this world.

“…Hero?”

How should she accept the one who appeared before her, mentioning such a word?

Even before she became aware, mockery began to seep out of her mouth.

“You, a hero?”

That someone claiming to be a hero had come to stand before her, who knew the meaning and weight of that word better than anyone.

Wouldn’t it be naturally ridiculous?

“…So what about it?”

The politeness felt from it did not convey the same madness as before.

Although lifeless as a dead person, she felt her rationality gradually establishing itself.

“I have faced countless self-proclaimed heroes. Except for the last one I faced, none could take my head.”

At the end, it revealed traces of acting to escape her rough mercenary days.

At the same time, it was arrogance stemming from a position of absoluteness, and what one might call composure.

“Do you really believe you can face me with just what was shown before? Just because you have the power of merely one hero?”

Yes, the enemy knight was certain.

The firm belief that the person before her could not interfere was felt through a ‘sense of déjà vu’ emanating from him.

“…However, it does bother me a bit. Unlike ordinary heroes, you’re exactly replicating the techniques I’ve used.”

The temporary materialization used before reached the realm of creating matter using mana that produces physical force in response to will.

Since it was a technique that handled energy responsive to will, it was unattainable without the cooperation of beings that could fine-tune mana like spirits.

And the only way for humans to handle spirits to such an extent was by inheriting rank from beings like dragons.

“Ah, I see… Are you the same as me, then?”

And there was only one dragon existing in this world.

Even after being repeatedly provoked, the dragon didn’t die, and, despite losing consciousness, the will to cling to life remained in that walking corpse.

Such a being passed on its rank to another human following in its footsteps.

“…Just with that much.”

With that realization, the slashing of her sword swung fiercely, and she began to stir her reins.

“Do you think you can oppose me just because you’ve been chosen by her? Even after seeing the army surrounding you?”

As her madness subsided, she could now think rationally about her purpose.

There was nothing left to extract from her mother, but as her feelings towards her intensified, she felt more adept at handling the power.

-Crunch, creak.

The troops rising from the earth in response to such power taught her that she had far surpassed her former strength.

They have surpassed mere weapon manifestation to embody a self capable of realizing an era of madness that even dismisses armies as insignificant, making it virtually impossible for a hero to defeat them.

“…You’re quiet.”

The man in front of her, still silent, merely glared without a word, affirming her certainty.

Seeing that, the enemy knight smirked and was about to mock.

“Did you just now realize the reality and freeze up? Well, considering you’ve walked right into enemy territory…”

“The atmosphere is quite different from when I saw you last time.”

Only then did his mouth belatedly begin to open.

The enemy knight, momentarily interrupted, began to glare at him, who was looking back without understanding the meaning.

“…You saw me before?”

“Don’t you remember me? We met once, four months ago.”

Remember? What does that mean?

Feeling puzzled, the enemy knight gradually began to recognize the face of the man before her.

Yes, certainly the commonplace adventurer she had met when she went to prevent the Black Knight from acting independently.

She had not killed him, a being she could easily have killed, because she deemed him not worth killing.

After all, all the living would eventually join their legion, and it was considered the right decision to disregard him, especially to take away the Black Knight who showed interest in him.

“Sorry, but I don’t remember well. Even if we had met, that memory is too trivial.”

But now, such things hardly matter.

It would be odd for her, who no longer even considered the Corpse Lord her mother, to take an interest in someone she had spared before who had returned stronger.

“…No, even if we had met, it wouldn’t matter. No matter how many of your kind come, you can’t stop me.”

As she aimed the sword mixed with that will forward, the magic began to spread to the soldiers gathering around her.

The moment tens of thousands of soldiers, drenched in madness and hunger, focused their attention on him…

“Everyone, take him down. With his fall, we declare a war of blood upon this world!”

It was, in essence, a death sentence.

While it was somewhat possible for her past self to face an army alone, now he faced an endlessly surging legion.

As long as she did not fall, an infinitely regenerating army of blood was set to swallow the whole world soon.

“Uh, uh…”

Soon, those soldiers, following her command, focused their attention on him.

Once they recognized his presence, they stupidly dropped the weapons in their hands to the ground and gaped.

“Woo Hyo?”

The enemy knight, who had expected an immediate charge, uttered an entirely unexpected phrase.

“Woo Hyoooooo…”

“Woo Hyo, Woo Hyooooo.”

Even after listening a few times, wondering if she had heard wrong, it was the same.

Those before him all made the same bizarre interjection, just standing there stupidly.

“Woo Hyoooooo~”

“Woo Hyooooooooooooo~!!”

Even the shouts that should have spread far and wide were drowned out by such bizarre wailing, making the enemy knight’s face stiffen as she realized something was amiss.

“What on earth…?”

“Aaaah! Please, stop with that damn Woo Hyo noise!!!!”

The man yelled at the stupidly standing soldiers and swung his spear.

Even as their bodies were slashed by the attack, the wailing that began after they recognized him did not stop.

Even as their bodies were cut, the fact that they continued to make such sounds stupidly seemed as if they were bound by some strange spell cast by the target.

“You bastards!! How many times do I have to say my name is not Woo Hyo but Woo Hyo-sung?!”

But why was the man in question losing his temper like that, mercilessly cutting down their bodies?

As the enemy knight watched in bafflement, the man, who had stopped cutting down the soldiers, began to shout at the top of his lungs.

“My ability makes my name unforgettable, so why do you keep calling me weird names?! You should be dropping the first part, not the last! The last!!!”

“Do you think I went through all that trouble to be treated like this in such a situation? Please, be serious when it’s a serious moment, huh?!”

“Woo Hyo?”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”

Finally losing his rationality, the man began to indiscriminately sweep up the soldiers nearby.

As the number of troops gathering around him gradually decreased, the enemy knight took the time to ponder the name he had mentioned.

‘Woo Hyo-sung…’

It was a name in memory.

She had faced him once, and above all, the undead under the Corpse Lord shared each other’s memories to some extent.

Of course, being dead, they mostly ignore everything except their own obsessions or the commands of a higher being, but despite such a natural flow, there was one name that was particularly unforgettable.

‘An ability to forcibly imprint his presence, isn’t that fascinating?’

The words mentioned by the White Knight, who had followed her here, began to slowly come to mind.

She realized that the idle talk she had dismissed at the time now provided the answer to the current situation.

‘Is it really that serious?’

“It’s more fascinating than serious. To implant a memory clearer than their obsessions into the memories of us, the undead, who care for nothing but our obsessions… It might even bring about a transformation among us, the undead.”

A seemingly trivial power to imprint just a name.

Yet, like the powers wielded by other heroes, it too belonged to a concept that defied the laws and common sense of this world.

For the undead, who lived solely for their obsessions, the mere encounter with his presence had caused a rift in their absolute, unwritten rule.

“My calling…”

And beyond the undead, it had reached the level of stopping the actions of soldiers created out of nothing in this moment.

Soldiers without self, who only embodied the madness of the era and hatred towards humanity, doomed to eternally repeat wars while being true to their instincts alone.

Their actions halted from just facing him, and they began to focus on that one person alone.

“My war… is it being tainted by him…?”

Realizing this, the enemy knight moved.

Beyond emotional, passionately.

-Kwaang!!

The trajectory of blood drawn as the bodies of soldiers collided with that rough movement burst mercilessly.

Noticing the sword dyed red at the end, he quickly raised his spear to counter that attack.

-Kwang!!!!

The moment he realized it, the spear of magical energy formed in his hand collided with the sword.

Despite the explosion of magical power, the swords created around the unyielding enemy knight kept fiercely swinging towards him, responding to his will.

-Kwagang, Kwang! Kwarreung!!!

The continuous creation of weapons and explosions of magical power.

It seemed to use that power to press the opponent, but even that was cut off after a short while.

“Woo Hyo-sung…”

The clash of weapons held in their hands at the end resulted in a struggle.

In a tense exchange where not an inch was given, the two began to glare at each other through the space between their weapons.

“Woo Hyo-sung, Woo Hyo-Sung!!”

The enemy knight again emitted madness due to anger and fear towards the opponent.

“Finally, I’ve met someone who calls my name correctly.”

And the hero, feeling even a sense of exhilaration in the current situation.

She felt the composure emanating from that face intensely scratching at her belief in her own superiority.

Because the power that merely remembered a name seemed contemptibly to have emerged as the greatest threat to her.

-Kwareung!!!

With that sense of crisis, the output of her swordplay began to increase again.

Pushed back, he staggered, and the troops that had stopped by now began to gather around him.

“Woo Hyo-sung, you should not exist in this world.”

If they relied solely on instinct, they would just stand still.

But if she forcefully commanded them with her magical power, there was no need to prevent them from charging.

“Your mere existence is a hindrance to me. My enlightenment, the reason for my existence…!!”

Using such commands on the entire troop consumed a considerable amount of magical power, but he was an opponent worth expending it on.

The opponent had reached a realm equal to herself, who had dealt with armies single-handedly in the past.

If she handled it poorly, it would only give him a chance for a counterattack.

“…Did you do that to your mother for this reason?”

“Because I hate her.”

The enemy knight, realizing his gaze was directed at her fallen mother, shouted, mixing grief with her anger.

“Because I hated her as much as I loved her. And yet, I wanted to be with her all my life!!!”

-Kyaaaaak!!!

The undead hordes began to rampage in response to the outburst of emotions.

He fended them off with his weapon and tried to stop them with the weapons she created, but it was not enough.

As he dealt with one, their numbers multiplied, and even after dealing with them, enemies with murderous intent surged toward him in tens of folds.

“So, I will fulfill her earnest wish. By annihilating humanity and locking them in the cauldron of eternal war!”

Indeed, the adversary was a disaster, perfected by even accepting the blood of dragons.

The overflowing magical power could, given enough time, enable the infinite production of troops starting from her.

Killing the caster might end it, but the reason they couldn’t charge was clear.

Even while they were confronting each other like this, she instinctively realized that the power she possessed was overwhelming.

-…Ding-ding♬

Yet, despite this, he did not back down.

Understanding that such a situation would unfold, he had plunged into this place, prepared even for this.

It wasn’t because he overestimated his own strength, but because he believed in the existence of allies who were with him even at this moment.

-Dding-ring, Dding♬

In the ears of the Red Knight, who was confronting him and controlling his will with such belief, the faint sound of music gradually became clearer.

And simultaneously, a presence was felt from the side.

“Charge~!!!”

What was seen in the direction of their gaze was the army of humanity, led by a veteran, rushing in.

It was a scene where those who were thought to be awaiting death were now running towards the battlefield, having forgotten their fear.

And then, the place left behind after he departed.

“Why are you standing there, looking so absent?”

Merilyn, approaching Airi, who was desolately looking over the scene, plucked the strings of the lute she held and swiftly turned to her.

“Didn’t you want to save even such a world? Having involved even the Four Kings of the Demon King’s army, you can’t give up in a place like this.”

“…Miss Merilyn.”

Save it, but how exactly?

An unforeseen disaster had awakened, and despite predictions of the future through prophecies, experiences of them being broken have happened time and again.

How could they think to oppose a disaster that had even surpassed Tashian, something they themselves couldn’t handle, right here?

“Are you alright? Hyo-sung has…”

“If it’s the end wherever we run to, then I shouldn’t be blocking his path, should I?”

Even though she felt the same way, the vibration of the strings in her hands did not stop but continued to resonate.

“Above all, if the world ends, there will be no one left to listen to my performance, which would be quite regrettable for me.”

“…Performance?”

“Yes, a performance~”

-Dding-ring♬

A performance that brought forth a clearer melody along with a brightly drawn smile at the corners of her mouth.

Airi, feeling a change in her emotions while staring blankly, saw Merilyn’s mouth slowly begin to open.

“Miss Airi, you see…”

Even though she was in a position to stop him, she wanted to talk about why she let him go right here.

She wanted to convey the realization that the feelings she had for him couldn’t be perfected by just his and her existence alone.

“I hope that more people can understand the love I feel for him.”

This performance stemmed from such a desire of hers.

It was to express the selfishness of wanting to prove that her love was right by having others understand the intense love she felt.

“And there are audiences over there who can understand that.”

Yes, that was enough.

The reason she must perform here was…

“If the stage and actors are fully prepared, all that’s needed for the audience is a performance that will excite them…”

“Shall we start the performance together?”

Merilyn Sutherland, the troubadour of love.

Her beautiful performance began to resound across this cruel battlefield.