Became the Weapon Monopolist of the Gods-Chapter 34: New Transcendent

[The Despair Gate has been conquered.]

[Strategy Level: SSS]

Even though the Despair Gate has been conquered, Jeanne still stood in the same spot.

As if she was picturing the memories she had with Gilles Dre who had left.

I took the alabaster out of my bosom.

Hwaruk─

The blue-blazing ice crystals sucked in the scattered magic power.

Quietly and secretly.

Tiring!

[The alabaster's magic power increases by 1500.]

「Alabaster」

Magic power amount: 14000 / 14000

'The absorption speed has become faster.'

The alabaster sucked in the gate's magic power in an instant.

Every time I see it, its absorption power is amazing.

This is also why I steadily raised the alabaster.

The limits of my potential as an ordinary E-rank hunter were clear.

However, unlike me, the amethyst was a stone that grew by absorbing magic power on its own.

Its possibilities were endless.

I wanted to grow the amethyst and accept it as my full power.

That was possible with the ‘Relic Slot’.

The ‘Relic Slot’, which was the core of my awakening ability, was like inside my body.

I opened the relic slot and put the amethyst in.

─ You need to increase your rank to enter the relic catalog.

The amethyst bounced out with a warning message.

‘Is it too much yet?’

I clicked my tongue and moved the amethyst to the general catalog.

─ Save the amethyst to the general catalog.

[General Catalog]

─ Napoleon's Table

─ Alabaster

Alabaster disappeared from my hand and appeared in the catalogue.

I went in, but it was not pleasant.

'It's not that great after all.'

The general catalogue was also connected to me, but the transmission of magic power was unstable.

Like a radio channel that was out of sync and making a buzz.

That was why I didn't put alabaster in the catalogue within the gate.

By the way, I kept Yi Sun-sin's helmet in a special subspace backpack.

But since it was a national treasure, I felt bad about putting it with the table.

"Jeanne, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay."

Jeanne, who had been quietly reminiscing about Gilles Dre, regained her composure.

"Let's go now."

"Yes."

"I will take care of it, Saintess."

Rubenka was already calling Jeanne a ‘saint’.

“I’m not a saint. Please call me Jeanne.”

“I understand, saint.”

Jeanne denied that she was a saint, but Rubenka was unwavering.

If anyone saw the miracle of erasing the banshee in one breath, they would have to say ‘saint’.

We left the gate escorted by Rubenka and other church hunters.

A luxury sedan was waiting outside.

Cardinal Francis had kept his promise.

He had promised to let us leave quietly.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“You worked hard, too, Rubenka.”

We got into the vehicle while Rubenka saw us off.

Soon, the vehicle carrying Jeanne and me departed.

Boohoohoooo ... “That’s the opposite direction to the Vatican.”

“Why is the vehicle heading to the airport...?”

The vehicle was headed in the exact opposite direction to the Vatican.

The bishops were murmuring as they watched the vehicle heading straight for the airport.

The hunters seemed conflicted about whether or not they should stop the vehicle.

“Don’t stop it.”

Rubenka stopped the hunters.

If the saint wanted to leave quietly, it was right to let her do so.

Watching the vehicle leave, Rubenka recalled the sight she had seen inside the gate.

The laughter of the banshee disintegrating into ashes.

The stigmata that had appeared on the girl’s back.

That must be the miracle the Bible speaks of.

“What are you doing! Take care of the wounded!”

The bishops and hunters, who came to their senses at Rubenka’s shout, began to take care of the wounded.

When the Pope and the Cardinals, who had finished their busy State Council, went to the Gate of the Despair, all they could see was the already conquered Gate and those caring for the wounded.

“Where is the saint?”

“He left.”

“...You mean he just left?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The Pope was taken aback by Rubenka’s words.

The Pope had never expected that he would suddenly leave without saying anything.

“Cardinal Francis, do you know why the saint didn’t stop ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) by the cathedral?”

“Well, I don’t know either.......”

Cardinal Francis made a puzzled expression as if he didn’t know.

“It seems he didn’t want to stop by the Vatican.”

“Cardinal Francis, what did you say to His Holiness......!”

“Huh!”

The other cardinals were in an uproar.

Regardless, Cardinal Francis looked toward the airport and bowed his head.

‘May his grace be with you.’

Francis made the sign of the cross quietly.

At that moment, we were passing through the airport checkpoint.

“Jeanne. Can we have a word with you before you leave?”

“Yes, please go ahead.”

Archbishop Ambrose, who guided us to the airport, called Jeanne aside to talk.

“Do you have any plans to come to the church?”

“No.”

Jeanne firmly refused.

As if she had no plans at all.

Archbishop Ambrose closed his eyes for a moment, but he did not give up right away.

He could not lose the saint he had finally found like this.

Considering the circumstances of the church, the presence or absence of the saint made a big difference.

“If you continue to work as a hunter, the church will be a great help to you.”

Jeanne didn’t answer, but Archbishop Ambrose continued his persuasion without a care.

“As a saint, Jeanne will be given the same status as a cardinal, and will be able to use the relics of the church freely.”

The archbishop said it casually, but it was a huge bombshell.

Cardinals are the heads of the Vatican who lead the church together with the Pope.

Just because they were saints, they were not necessarily given the status of cardinals.

The cardinals of the Vatican were not even the heads of large guilds.

No, considering the status of the church, it was an even more powerful force.

That alone was a huge proposal, but the promise to allow them to use the relics freely was an even greater proposal.

The church, which began in the AD, was an organization that possessed numerous relics as long as its long history.

The number of holy relics sleeping in the Vatican’s vaults was uncountable, and among them were relics that were estimated to be legendary.

Even relics that could possibly integrate Jeanne into reality.

It was a proposal that Archbishop Ambrose could not lightly make, but he was certain that the Pope would gladly allow it if he saw Jeanne’s stigmata.

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“Of course, you can’t become a cardinal right away. You have to go to the Vatican and undergo a transfer examination......”

“As I said before, I’m not a saint. So I can’t accept the offer.”

Jeanne cut off Archbishop Ambrose.

Archbishop Ambrose, who had not expected to be rejected so abruptly, was flustered.

“Ha, but the stigmata are definitely......”

“And I like being around him.”

“.......”

When Archbishop Ambrose opened his mouth in confusion at the unexpected answer.

─Jeanne! It’s your turn to be checked! Come quickly!

“I’ll go.”

Jeanne bowed her head at Choi Seo-jun’s call and walked to the checkpoint.

─What did you talk about?

─It wasn’t much.

─Really?

─Yes.

Archbishop Ambrose blankly stared at Choi Seo-jun as he listened to the conversation between the two.

‘Who on earth is that person... ...’

Christianity was the religion with the largest number of believers in the world.

And the Catholic Church was not the only religion in Christianity.

“Are you saying that a saint appeared?”

“Yes.”

“.......”

Clink, clack.

In front of the fireplace, a middle-aged man was sitting in a rocking chair, absentmindedly reading a book.

He was Patriarch Felix of Moscow, the head of the Russian Orthodox Church.

Despite the news of the saint’s appearance, Felix quietly turned the pages of his book.

The man who brought the news stood quietly behind him and waited for Felix to speak.

How long did it take?

“Please bring her.”

“Okay.”

The man left the room.

Felix, who was left alone, quietly turned the pages of his book.

When I returned home, I did nothing and rested for three days.

A round trip of 28 hours.

My body was tired after being stuck in the plane for over a day.

The interior construction of the store had been completed a long time ago, and it seemed like I could spend my time at the store again from today.

‘Who will come?’

I looked at the closed door of the store with anticipation.

It was time to welcome the ‘new transcendent being.’

Napoleon, Yi Sun-sin. Joan of Arc.

Since great people represented by heroes have visited the store so far, I was excited to see who would come next.

“I’ll open it.”

“Yes.”

Listening to Jeanne’s answer, I opened the relic slot that I had closed.

─Opening the relic catalog slot.

[Summon 3/4]

In my experience, just because the slot is open doesn’t mean that great people will come right away.

However.

Tiring─

Surprisingly, the door to the store opened as soon as I opened the slot.

“Huh? This isn’t the right place.”

A woman looked around inside with a puzzled expression.

‘Who is she?’

I tilted my head.

She had braided red hair and bright yellow eyes.

Judging from her attire, she wasn’t a modern person.

“It seems like you came in the wrong place.”

The woman smiled at me.

“Excuse me, but can I have some bread?”

The delicately curved golden eyes sparkled.

Jeanne handed the woman the milk bread she had brought from inside.

“Here it is.”

“Oh, thank you!”

The woman smiled brightly and quickly picked up the bread and ate it on the spot.

She was a woman who radiated bright energy that made even those who saw her laugh.

I asked the woman eating the bread.

“May I ask what your name is?”

“Vanessa. By the way, this bread is really delicious! What is it made of?”

I kept my mouth shut for a moment as I watched the woman eating the bread with a smile.

The name of the woman that appeared in the status window was different from the one she had said.

─ I encountered Jack the Ripper of the failed world line.

“What is on my lips?”

The woman who smiled and tilted her head was the main character of the unsolved case that terrified London.

The mysterious assassin that even Sherlock Holmes' father, Conan Doyle, gave up on catching.

Jack the Ripper.