Saved a Heroine From the Brink of Death

132. Cain (1)

#132. Cain (1)

Outer space.

A realm outside of time and space, a void where all concepts are lost and only nothingness exists.

If you enter here,

Mortals face the destruction of their bodies.

The transcendent loses its divinity.

Only a select few can live and reside in the strange space called Outer Space, and they can only enter it with permission from those beings.

The transcendent ones called them outsiders.

These are unusual gods that do not exist.

They are born immortal, possessing great divinity and the power to rule over everything in the universe.

However, he has no interest in anything other than the mission he has been given, and lives only to fulfill his role.

He himself became an apostle of such foreign news.

The reason is unknown.

He simply died while opposing a foreign god, and was made an apostle by him.

The God of Swords and the God of Fighting.

‘Cain’, who threw off the shackles of mortality with a sword, became an apostle of the foreign gods and killed the transcendent beings of Langrut.

The mind was clear.

But the body did not follow its own control.

He became the highest transcendent being, and although he had no rivals within Langrt, he could not stand up to outsiders.

There was an indescribably huge difference in rank between the common gods and the foreign gods.

There was nothing he could do.

By becoming an apostle of a foreign god, Cain once again surpassed his limits, but at the same time, he became unable to do anything.

The only thing he could do was sit there and wait for Langrt and the universe he lived in to be destroyed.

Once, with a transcendent will, I was able to release the foreign body’s binding and move my body.

And attempted suicide.

To avoid the worst case scenario of meeting the end of her fiancé by her own hands, and to meet an honorable end.

However, Cain had an immortal body.

Nearly infinite divine power was supplied to the body, which endlessly repaired and regenerated the body.

Cain despaired, but at the same time, he found a glimmer of hope. He heard that while he was killing the Transcendents in Residential District 73, a place called ‘Sanctuary’ was created somewhere.

Sanctuary.

The final resting place of the transcendent, a place filled with illusions that no death can enter.

It is the final place to fight against the apocalypse.

This place was designed and founded by Cain’s fiancée, who disappeared shortly after Cain was appointed as an apostle of the foreign gods, and it was also the realm she created after a hundred years of hard work.

Cain realized that there was a place his fiancé had created and his hopes were high.

Even though all the Transcendent beings throughout Langrt had already faced death, those who had fled to the sanctuary were the exceptions and survived.

Cain’s hope lasted for quite some time.

The location was unknown, and the doomsday monsters would occasionally approach the sanctuary’s portal that appeared randomly and attempt to invade, but failed every time.

The same goes for Cain.

He had stumbled upon the entrance to it several times, but had never been able to get in.

He was often obsessed with the thought of seeing his fiancée, but at the same time he felt fortunate that he never got to see her.

The moment Cain meets his fiancée will be the day she dies.

Thousands of years passed like that, and then tens of thousands of years passed again.

And then one day.

Cain felt his body being released from the bonds of the Watcher.

“…Why on earth?”

I had a question.

The reason why he regained his freedom.

Cain pondered, and soon found the answer.

“S, no way…!”

It’s over.

Everything.

All living things that exist in Langrut,

And this universe.

The end has come.

“Ahh! Why! Why-!! Why-!!!!!”

The sanctuary, too, has come to an end.

***

The foreign media’s doomsday watchers were damned merciful.

He swallowed Langrut, allowing his apostle to survive the destruction of the universe.

He also gave him freedom and enabled him to live forever.

“What the hell is mercy….”

This was a curse, not a blessing.

If living forever alone isn’t a curse, what is?

“…Should we look for a sanctuary?”

After ‘The End’, the random creation of Sanctuary Portals in Langrt stopped.

However, according to the information obtained, there is a ‘fixed’ entrance and exit point in the sanctuary.

The location of the place is hidden, and if you reach it, you can enjoy some of the scenery there without having to enter the sanctuary.

“Yeah, I have nothing to do. Just looking for it once… wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

Cain, who had begun to shake off all the negative emotions, including the sense of emptiness and self-loathing, decided to find a sanctuary and began to wander around Langrt after over 100 years.

He walked very slowly, looking around every corner, throughout Langrt, in search of a sanctuary.

I didn’t search for it in a hurry on purpose.

The moment I found that place, I had the thought of wanting to find the world my fiancé had created and her remains, but a more fundamental reason was that I didn’t want to be consumed by madness.

The more time he spent here doing nothing, the more Cain felt his mind becoming increasingly mad.

Do you know that feeling where your ego is drowning in all kinds of negative emotions and everything is sinking into the deep abyss?

Cain had felt it firsthand, and it was something he never wanted to experience again.

“Hmm – I guess there isn’t one here.”

Thousands of years have passed since they set out on that journey.

“Is this another dud?”

Tens of thousands of years have passed.

“Let’s take a short break and then look again… .”

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed.

Cain’s mind occasionally drifted, and he would sometimes become mad, only to regain consciousness hundreds of years later.

He even talked to and befriended the ‘end-time monsters’ he detested.

Millions of years passed like that.

“Haha! You didn’t find it today either!”

After the apocalypse, Cain’s personality, which had been negative, changed to become positive and optimistic.

He wandered around Langrt, moving wherever his heart pleased. He went back to places he had been before and also to places he had never been before.

“Hmm-! This is the place I came to last time, but it’s still not there!”

I tried to remember what I was saying while talking to myself.

Just in case, ‘her spirit’ remains within the sanctuary. It was a ridiculous story, but Cain held onto that glimmer of hope.

Because if I didn’t have even that kind of hope, I wouldn’t be able to maintain my sanity in this trashy world.

Because there was no longer any reason to seek sanctuary.

Even if you search, you may never find a way to get there, but that wouldn’t be so bad.

Since I will live forever anyway, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to endlessly search for ways to enter and exit that place.

And eons of time passed.

Cain found the entrance to the ‘sanctuary’.

That’s the 101st residential area.

It was located in an area where the lowest level transcendent beings lived, the so-called waste disposal area.

From the moment he found the place, Cain searched for every way to enter the sanctuary.

I poured endless hours into it, tried many different methods, went mad and went to other areas and came back, and even slept endlessly in a morgue.

And then I started to worry about how to get in and out again.

Even though Cain had spent a lot of time and still couldn’t find a way to get there, let alone a clue, he was still optimistic.

“This method also failed! Then I guess I’ll have to move on to the next method! Hahaha! This too failed!”

At one point, the attempt that used to be made five times a year changed to once a year.

Cain himself didn’t know whether it was because he couldn’t think of anything or because he was tired.

I just felt like doing that.

And once a year, he would think of a method of entry, try it, and when he failed, he would wander aimlessly, then settle down in a suitable place and rest continuously.

“Ahhh- this is comfortable- living like this isn’t so bad-!”

Even though he knew it was nonsense, Cain’s madness grew worse if he didn’t say something like this.

“What should I do next- What should I do- For now, should I just rest-”

Cain thought for a moment, then threw himself into the garbage dump and slept there.

After sleeping like that for tens or hundreds of years, I soon woke up feeling a reaction.

“hmm?”

It was a reaction of a living being.