Everyone is Young Except for Me Chapter 246

There was the sound of insects in the grass. Cherry blossoms and plum leaves in full bloom fell in the bright sunlight, covering the ground and fields. The rippling stream seemed to sing of spring. Such a place was so peaceful that it could be called the Peach Blossom Spring. Suddenly, the ground shook. In the midst of the earthquake, the cherry blossoms and plum leaves kept falling. Wind wrapped around these petals and flew them up into the sky, falling them onto the distant field where two beings were fighting fiercely.

“Chwiiik. Interesting. How interesting!”

“Fighting with myself is so much fun! Chwiik!”

The two beings had the same appearance and tone. The two identical looking Mudurs ran at each other while snarling. The petals carried here by the wind were trampled and flew back into the air.

“I don't know how many days I have been fighting. Chwiiik.”

“It has been exactly 58 days. Now let's put an end to it. Chwiiik.”

“Chwik. Good. I'm tired of it.”

The two Mudurs pushed at each other using their muscles, as if they were showing off their strength. After becoming a Blood Orc, his red skin was filled with indescribable power. The thick blood vessels moved like a thousand year old earthworm.

How much time passed? The balance of power flowing between the two orcs leaned to one side. It was as if they were real. Soon, Mudur's cry rang out through the wilderness. “Ohhhh!”

A wave of power spread out and the slightly stronger Mudur broke the slightly weaker Mudur's arm. There was no time for the weaker Mudur to scream. The slightly stronger Mudur's fist quickly struck his face.

“Gasp!”

The slightly weaker Mudur flew with a scream. He pierced through two rocky mountains and crossed the sea and river. He collided with a few geese before arriving at the sea again. This time, he bounced on the sea a few times like a skipping stone and sank into the sea. In this way, the slightly weaker Mudur met his end.

“Chwik. It isn't a big deal.”

The slightly stronger Mudur, no, the real Mudur, looked up and smiled.

“Hmm. It is fun to fight with myself.”

The bloody fight ended on the 58th day. In this world called Mudur's separate Star Cafe, he fought against his own alter ego for nearly two months. He was able to create food, clothing, shelter, and anything he wanted in this place, but Mudur wasn't interested in that.

He wanted to fight.

Mudur felt too angry and aggrieved just watching the old man. Thus, he created his own alter ego and fought again and again. Of course, it was weaker than himself because it was an alter ego, but it was still stronger than other beings. It was because Mudur was the strongest. Therefore, the alter ego was also the strongest opponent.

“Sigh. Now I've relieved some of my stuffiness. Puhuhu!”

The grasshoppers in the grass cried out again. The sound was reminiscent of moonlight. In the silence that came, Mudur stared silently up at the moon. It was beautiful. Looking up at the moon after a fight was rewarding in the past and in the present.

“Chwik. That old man doesn't know anything.”

In the meantime, he couldn't even speak with the old man because he had been too busy fighting the alter ego. He naturally didn't know what the old man was doing now, how the old man was, or the situation. He just saw that the world hadn't collapsed so the old man was still alive.

There was no interest.The lonely world was so strange that he gradually became exhausted.

“Chwik. Damn house.”

Mudur returned to the space that could be called a house. He walked in slowly. Foods inspired by the old man appeared in the air to alleviate his hunger and Mudur made a satisfied smile. He didn't know about anything else, but the old man's cooking skills were amazing. If he was an orc instead of a human, then he would've been Mudur's personal chef.

“Hrmm.”

Then Mudur's eyes fell on one place. He couldn't know how long the coffin had been here. He just knew it had been here when he first came here. Lying there was a god called Prometheus.

'He is a god who rules fire well.'

In any case, the reason why this god was in the old man's body like himself wasn't known by Mudur. He thought about the constellation he met last time, Camille, and how she had cried. Then he guessed the relationship between the two of them.

“Keeok.”

Mudur swallowed the food in his mouth at once, burped, and stood up. The place where he was heading was Prometheus' location. Mudur looked down at Prometheus, who was asleep in the coffin, while picking at his own teeth with the leftover bones. Just then...

“Um?”

Suddenly, golden sparks appeared around Prometheus and moved to Mudur, who was standing next to him and watching. Mudur was flustered by the sudden attack.

“Hrmm.”

Mudur frowned as he looked down at his numb left arm. The golden sparks contained divine energy, but this didn't mean it could attack him.

“This corpse lying down dared to make my arms numb. It is hateful. Chwiik.”

Mudur snorted strongly and raised his left hand to punch Prometheus in the cheek. He had always wanted to hit a god once, so it was his chance now that the god was sleeping. He probably wouldn't have a chance to hit a god if it wasn't now. It was the moment that Mudur's left fist was going to touch Prometheus' face...

“......!”

The startled Mudur's eyes widened. Prometheus, who he thought was asleep, had blocked Mudur's left fist with his one and only remaining arm. The sun was reflected in Prometheus' eyes.

[Who the hell are you?!]

*** 

[The Taboo Curse on god of fire and prophecy, 'Prometheus,' has started to dissolve.]

I felt the golden sparks appear around my body and knew that Prometheus was finally awake. Then there was an explosion of energy deep in my heart.To borrow an expression from a martial arts movie, it was like my dantian was wriggling. In any case, it felt the same as when Prometheus was alive.

“Solar, Sun Explosion.”

“Understood, Master!”

Solar giggled like always and started to grow its body like a dump truck. It was quite intimidating since Solar had grown hands after evolving. It was the perfect celebration for Prometheus' resurrection.

“Wonderful.”

I literally grabbed the giant Solar and threw it. A disaster struck the undead forces climbing up the pyramid on the only staircase. The name of the disaster was the 'sun.'

“This is crazy...!”

“What is it this time?!”

“Stop him!”

“Attack!"

Nevertheless, it was useless. They had no means to stop the sun using death and darkness magic. Solar turned white and swallowed up the enemies in front, soon consuming the world. Before long, a huge explosion engulfed the French team.

[The French team's flag has been captured.]

[The French team has been eliminated.]

It was a direct hit and they couldn't even respond. The French team became a pile of ashes. Maybe they didn't even know who threw it.

[The god of fire and prophecy, 'Prometheus,' has restored all his divinity.]

[The Taboo Curse around Prometheus has been lifted!]

Well, this wasn't important.

[A small change has been made to the god of fire and prophecy, 'Prometheus!']

[The power of the god of fire and prophecy, 'Prometheus,' has become stronger during the 'daytime' and weaker during the 'nighttime.']

[Currently, it is 'daytime.' Prometheus' power has become stronger!]

Prometheus was back.

[The first apostle, 'Prometheus,' has opened his eyes.]

I had been waiting a long time. “It has been a while, Navigator.” 

[The first apostle, 'Prometheus,' is smiling.]

Solar emitted flames and Heat Wave Army was used. The sun-worshipping taurus rose from the flames and cried to the sky. It was as if they had been waiting for their king for a long time. The festival of the sun was about to begin.

*** 

“Heeeey, is this real?”

Damian, the captain of the US team, crossed his arms and smiled like he couldn't believe it. Currently, all of the US team members were watching the situation as they looked down from the sand cloud created by Michael. They glanced at Michael, who was looking serious with his arms folded together.

Michael's eyes were like those meeting an enemy. It was the same as when he saw his rival Torres...

“As you said, the real Dark Wolf came.”

“...I won the bet.”

“Yes, I will buy you alcohol. Haha.”

Damian smiled and gripped the silver spear in his hand. The two of them had made a small bet over Dark Wolf's participation in the World Competition. Michael had bet that Dark Wolf would participate and Damian was the opposite. This was the result.

“The alcohol is the 1945 Mouton Cadet in your house.”

“Yes. 1945 Mouton Cadet... what? Hey, that is my favorite wine!”

“A promise is a promise, Damian.” 

“Hey, shit. It is an 80 year old wine. Do you really want to open it?”

Michael simply pulled out two swords. He was looking at Dark Wolf standing beyond the explosion. A person strong enough to eliminate the French team at once. Indeed, he was a worthy opponent.

'By the way, what country does Dark Wolf belong to...?'

Suddenly, Michael smiled.

'Well, this isn't important.'

Michael moved the cloud of sand to create a slide that allowed him to safely land on top of the pyramid. The slide had a smooth curve as it touched the ground.

“Hey, are you listening to me? About that wine. In fact...”

Michael would beat Dark Wolf, remove the mask and then celebrate with the wine Damian gave him. Michael had worked tirelessly during the team training to prove that he was the strongest person.

'Let's come to a conclusion that couldn't be reached last time, Dark Wolf...!' 

Michael jumped onto the sand slide without hesitation.

“Hey, Michael! Don't be a pain! Give me a break!”

Then Damian jumped down. The rest of the American team shrugged and followed. Everyone was paying attention to the once in a lifetime confrontation.

Chapter end