Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 388: It Didn’t Fall From the Sky - 7

Despite most of Claudia's citizens gathering to watch, neither of them paid the crowd any mind. Their eyes were fixed solely on each other as they drew closer. In the tense standoff, where it felt as though everything might shatter at any moment, the regressor spoke first.

"Enough already! Can’t you put your personal vendetta aside for a moment? Seriously, everyone on this land is in danger!"

Tyr scoffed, responding with a smirk.

"How naive. Just as cold and heat cannot coexist, and light and darkness must repel each other to claim their space, so too is it impossible for me and the Holy Crown Church to exist without excluding the other."

"That's just stubbornness! If survival’s on the line, you should be willing to do whatever it takes! Letting go of a little pride is nothing!"

"Is that so? Do you think this is truly my pride at work? If you're so curious about my actions, why don’t you ask that esteemed Holy Crown Church of yours?"

"The Holy Crown Church isn’t here! I’m asking you! Right now, you!"

The regressor stamped the ground in frustration, his emotions boiling over. Gripping Jizan in its sheath and Tianying by its blade, he brought the two opposites together, pointing them at Tyr. With all his strength, he unleashed a sword draw.

Heaven-Earth Sword Art: Horizon Severing Slash.

The sword energy cleaved the earth. Compressed space tore through the ground, releasing a sharp, cutting force. The immense blade of space itself, capable of slicing through anything, split the progenitor, Tyrkanzyaka, in two along with the land beneath her.

No matter how solid the target, it was meaningless. Tyr’s body was split, and the regressor's sharp power shredded the vampire’s flesh into fragments. For a moment, that’s what everyone thought they saw.

But the progenitor, Tyrkanzyaka, was not a being that could be "cut." No matter how many times she was struck, she would never die. In the past, she had been called the Knight Slayer for this very reason. Now, having reclaimed her heart, she had grown even stronger.

Like the ocean closing over a wound, her immense, swirling power filled the gaps in her body, restoring her form as if the slash had been nothing more than an illusion.

"Reclaiming her heart didn’t weaken her regeneration. If anything, it’s gotten stronger! Damn it, she’s even more troublesome to deal with now...!"

The regressor clicked his tongue as Tyr’s pale hands unconsciously brushed over her chest.

It wasn’t because she was worried about the wound. The number of times Tyrkanzyaka had been cut by blades was too numerous to count.

But this time was different. Unlike before, she now had her restored heart. She couldn’t recklessly use her body like she once had. Now, she had to protect the heart she had fought so hard to regain.

"Thank goodness...! The card I played didn’t break. From now on, I’ll have to fight more carefully. If it gets damaged..."

Relieved, Tyr once again displayed a faint but resolute fury.

The sunlight over Claudia was blocked by the mist spilling from the cloud waterfall. From Claudia’s shadows, thousands of dark knights rose, charging at the regressor all at once. Though they were mere foot soldiers in strength, in the darkness, there were few as troublesome. They had to be dealt with regardless.

"To chase away darkness, there is only light. I’d rather not use the power I just gained before fully mastering it, but..."

Instead of dealing with each dark knight one by one, the regressor chose a simpler method.

He gripped Tianying tightly, further compressing the space around it. The latent lightning hidden in the infinite space was drawn out once again. As the space distorted, streaks of lightning leaked from between his fingers.

"If the opponent is Tyrkanzyaka, then it’s worth using. Unbridled lightning is much fiercer, after all."

It was a technique he had learned from the Thunder Overseer in a previous regression. Though he hadn’t mastered it, he had adapted it in his own way. The lightning sealed within Tianying was unleashed.

In an instant, a squad of dark knights struck by the lightning was obliterated. The shadows thinned, and the remaining dark knights cowered, their forms diminished. The piercing light shredded the darkness as it burst through.

The final showdown. A battle of such overwhelming power that ordinary humans couldn’t even begin to comprehend it.

Those who had thought themselves mere bystanders began to sense the danger and fled, screaming. The Thunder Overseers used their lightning powers to erect barriers, containing the aftermath of the fight. Thankfully, the two combatants were far from the crowds, preventing further chaos.

Watching their battle, Peru muttered to herself.

"Why are those two even fighting...?"

"Peru. Remember this: there will always come a moment when you must fight, even if you’re not a man. Especially if you’re a woman dressed as one."

"...?"

Don’t try to understand. Just feel it. Explaining would be pointless anyway.

"...Aren’t you going to stop them?"

"Me? How could I? And why would I?"

Sure, I could intervene. But stopping them before they’ve fully vented their emotions wouldn’t accomplish anything. If it’s going to happen, let it happen completely.

Just then, Peru’s senses picked up something strange. Beyond the cloud waterfall, something heavy was falling, moving slowly as if it rode the wind.

Though it was obscured by the waterfall, Peru’s corrosive powers locked onto the target with precision. Her gaze shifted.

"A mass of steel... falling from the sky? Riding the wind, moving slowly...? No, this isn’t the time to worry about that."

Wait, shouldn’t I be worried about it?

As Peru hesitated, torn between curiosity and indifference, I grabbed her and spoke.

"What’s falling? Let’s check it out!"

"Now’s not the time to—"

"It is the time! What, are you going to jump into their fight instead? You’d be lucky to end up as minced meat. Let’s find something else to do!"

It wasn’t exactly the most logical argument, but Peru, not one to assert herself, reluctantly nodded. Yet, she couldn’t shake a lingering doubt.

"...How do you even know something’s falling beyond the cloud waterfall...?"

I knew because I relied on Peru’s senses to detect it. But I wasn’t going to tell her that. Instead, I used her abilities to lead us to where it was landing.

The cloud waterfall flowed quietly, its appearance more metaphorical than literal—a dense mist spanning hundreds of meters in thickness. After walking for some time, I found myself surrounded by thick clouds.

The dense mist obscured everything, making it impossible to see even a step ahead. The cloud turned into water upon touching the ground, seeping into the soil, which clung to my feet like mud.

"Be careful. There are pits to collect water around here."

"You should watch yourself instead. You can barely walk properly, and you’re worried about me?"

Peru seemed offended but had no retort, knowing it was true. She pressed her lips together and trudged on in silence. After walking a bit further, she suddenly raised her head to look around.

"Where is it? I sensed it around here."

"Up... there."

Peru pointed upwards, and then we saw it.

A shadow fell through the dense mist—a massive steel structure descending. It wasn’t plummeting but drifting slowly, more like it was floating than falling. It swayed back and forth as though it were a leaf, despite its metallic composition.

Realizing how large it was, I shouted urgently.

"Move back!"

"Ah!"

I yanked Peru back a few steps just as the steel mass hit the ground. Although slower than expected, it fell with enough force to pose a danger. The heap of metal crashed into the muddy earth, scattering fragments in all directions from the impact.

"Now we have scrap metal falling from the sky? What is this thing?"

"I don’t know. I’ve never seen it before."

Luckily, the damp ground absorbed the impact, preventing the debris from bouncing around. Cautiously, I approached the wreckage. The structure resembled an iron framework, almost like the ribs of a colossal creature. If it were upright, it might look like the torso of a giant.

At its top, there was some kind of mechanical apparatus whose purpose I couldn’t discern. Between the metal beams were fragments of what looked like torn paper.

It was too intricately crafted to be a mere decoration. Despite the risk, I rummaged through the wreckage, searching for clues.

Eventually, I spotted writing on the highest part of the structure. Brushing off the mud, I read the inscription aloud.

"Claudia Weather Alarm, Version 11.6: Sleepless Old Man."

For a moment, I was speechless.

"What? A weather alarm? This enormous thing is just an alarm clock? What kind of nonsense...?"

"What is it?"

"They’re calling it a weather alarm. Did Claudia always have alarm clocks this big?"

"Claudia uses thunder instead of bells. There are clocks, sure, but I’ve never seen one this large."

"And why on earth did something like this fall from the sky? Who even put it up there?"

Tch. I thought this might be a clue, but it’s utterly useless junk.

I had been so certain something significant would be here. There’d been no signs of it in the Thunder Overseer’s hidden lair, and now this strange object falling out of nowhere wasn’t connected either. Frustrated by these dead ends, I kicked the wreckage and muttered irritably.

"Seriously, where are the clues about the Lightning Demon God?"

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As I was brooding, Peru, tilting her head in thought, held up a golden chime and spoke.

"I’ll fix it."

"You said you don’t know what it is. Can you even fix something you don’t understand?"

"No. But I can see what’s clearly broken. Restoring that might reveal its purpose."

Restoring the damaged and missing parts with the power of the Golden Mirror? Not a bad idea. Fixing a broken clock might not make it run perfectly, but it might give us some hints. Though, there’s always the chance it’ll lose its charm of being correct twice a day.

Peru shook the chime gently.

The Golden Mirror’s power, which once sought to restore everything to its original state, now focused solely on repairing. When it had been burdened by misplaced desires, it became a destructive force. But now, purified and focused, its power was clear and precise—restoration guided entirely by Peru’s intent.

The demon god’s might shone without restraint. Alchemy mended the fractured and worn steel, reforging and reassembling the framework into its original form. The structure began taking shape as its missing pieces were restored.

The completed form was unmistakable. It was something I had seen before. Peru’s voice trembled as she spoke.

"The... Lightning God?"

It was a massive upper torso, holding an iron staff in one hand. Its face resembled that of an old man. Though it no longer bore lightning, its restored form left no room for doubt.

This was the Lightning God, the being that once reigned atop the cloud waterfall, launching spears of lightning down on all of Claudia.

An alarm? Claudia’s supposed adversary was actually just... an alarm?

Before I could fully process my shock, I noticed another inscription etched into a corner of the Lightning God’s frame. Approaching, I read it aloud.

"Creator: Fran, the Lightning Thief."