Leading an Explosive Revolution in Another World! Vol 1 Chapter 7

What does transferring to another world mean to me?

A fantasy like world? A rose-tinted life with breathtaking scenes? Wicked cool sword skills and magic spells? Fascinating and unique cultures? n.o.ble and unforgettably beautiful elves?

So much more interesting, no!? Instead of having to deal with mountains of school work, studying through the night, setting the clock for early mornings, squeezing onto public transport that is bursting at its seams, and worrying about your falling grades; you can live freely and happily!

But, you lose your home.

You can no longer see your naggy mother who is probably in the midst of menopause, nor can you see your father who brags like a king in front of you only to become softer than scrambled eggs in front of his wife. You will never eat your favourite sweet and sour pork ribs, nor will you drink the hot soup that would await your return from tuition. As you remember how your father seems more and more winded as he climbs the stairs and how your mother sighs more and more as she looks into the mirror, you are reminded of how old they are already and how you never got a chance to tell them that you really love them… But you will never have another chance.

There is no place in this world to call your own, no one to protect you from the blistering cold winter winds, you are just a stray dog on a street in a winter night, and you are quickly losing consciousness.

At this moment, a carriage door opens, and Tina emerges, as though she walked out of a fairy tale. She pulls you into the warm carriage, gives you her name and brings you into her mansion. You finally have a place to stay, like a stray dog who has found its master.

How could you not fall in love with her? She is the girl who gave you all you needed to live and more! For the sake of taking you in, she broke off communications with her n.o.ble parents and moved out of the mansion. For the sake of providing you with enough, she tightened her purse strings and stopped eating the expensive delicious sweets she loved most. She brought you to school, brought you out of school, all over Txarango; and she even clumsily cooked for you the most delicious noodles in the world. How could you not love her?

But now, she is dying.

Tina fell over backwards, like a wilting flower, she is bleeding so much, her skin has turned pale and gaunt.

And you, are just standing far away in a daze.

What was that? I can’t kill. Why not? Because they are important people. What happens if I do kill? World war. What happens if there’s war? Destruction of Txarango. And what does this have to do with me? Tina isn’t around.

“Shuoxue.”

Gripping the blade strongly, I cut my finger on the chip. It seems like I cut it to the bone but I no longer feel pain. Blood covers the entire blade and the hilt is cold to the bone.

“One thousand people, is that enough to fill your stomach.”

How long would the wind take to blow across the plaza? Probably 15 seconds maximum.

Molan took 30 seconds to cover the entire plaza end to end, because cutting up bodies invariably takes more time. 30 seconds after he made his move, Molan arrived before the green haired elven youth Cruise. Though he was covered in blood, the sword was sinisterly clean. The army Cruise had been controlling up till now was completely decimated, their corpses strewn all over the plaza. Most had only one wound, but all were fatal, with ice shards forming on the wounds. All the corpses were stone cold and frozen stiff, as if they were brought out of the Antarctica recently.

Dip had mentioned that the boy was very strong, their experimental subject had been destroyed by the boy after all, which is why Cruise chose to act during the Oracle. All those under his control were important officials and rulers of various countries, and Molan and the rest should have had their hands tied and unable to act from fear of international conflict. Never did he expect that Molan would disregard everything when the blue haired girl died.

Cruise knew he wasn’t Molan’s match, perhaps he might have stood a chance long ago, but now all he could cast was the control magic. Everyone in the Pentacle was similar in this sense; for the sake of attaining a powerful spell from ancient demonic beasts, they had to give up all powers and ties they had. Cruise was now powerful beyond imagination, but could only cast control magic. He had been trying for a while now to control Molan but failed every time, even though the boy clearly had zero mana! Every time he expanded a magic circle under Molan’s feet, the sword would consume it.

What the heck is that weapon!?

The sword’s cold light reflected in Cruise’s eyes. He had seen it clearly, in combat, Molan would stab the sword in his enemies and the blade would drink the blood of his enemies. On pulling it out, the sword was clean, without a single speck of blood on it.

What sort of horrific sword is that!? It went against all logic and made you tremble from the bottom of your heart… But yet, the desire to know about it surged forth! This feeling, was exactly what the demonic beasts they were researching about gave them!

“You, what sword is that?”

Molan didn’t answer, only raising the sword slowly. Cruise felt anger and bitter at the fact that he was about to die and his blood would be sucked dry by that horrible sword. Why! He was now in possession of such a far-reaching power, if I could only cast a single spell… I can destroy you utterly!

But he could not, and all he could do was lament his frustrations and greet death.

Just then, a golden shadow flashed in between them and blocked Molan’s sword. Cruise could smell the soothing scent of flowers which made his heart aflutter despite being in an utterly dire situation.

“Emissary…?”

It was the elven maiden who delivered the oracle.

Hadn’t she left? Why come back now? And… Why stop the boy from killing the one who made such a mess at the plaza? A mountain of questions piled up in Cruise’s mind.
Molan’s expression wavered for a single moment before returning to that of an ice cold murderous one.

“f.u.c.k off.” He swore crudely at the world’s most beautiful and sacred girl.

The girl then said words that made Cruise even more shocked.

“You cannot kill him.”

“What, is he your lover? Both of you are elves after all eh.”

“… You cannot kill him.”

“f.u.c.k off. If you don’t.” Molan tightens the grip on the hilt, “I will kill you as well.”

Facing the bloodthirsty and murderous Molan, the emissary only repeated what she said before.

“I cannot let you kill him.”

The sword came down. He actually did it! But he did not cut the emissary as the blade stopped just before her forehead.

“You cannot cut me.”

It wasn’t Molan who stopped, rather it was the girl who stopped him with a spell she cast that made a high speed wind envelop her, forming a st.u.r.dy barrier that extended to Cruise.

“I will also not allow you to cut him.”

Cruise understood, the emissary had emerged from the holy water which was used as a medium to transfer herself and not a single drop clung to her due to this spell.

“…d.a.m.n you.”

Molan pulled back the sword and swung down again with all his might, so hard that the veins on his arms bulged but could not cut deeper than before. He withdrew the sword and slashed down again, and again, repeating it endlessly.

“d.a.m.n it d.a.m.n it d.a.m.n it d.a.m.n it d.a.m.n it d.a.m.n it d.a.m.n it d.a.m.n it d.a.m.n it d.a.m.n it!!”

The difference in power was clear and no matter how much Molan swore, no matter how hard he tried, he could not touch the emissary. His breath ran ragged, and his rage showed in his attacks on the emissary, which looked like a raging tornado that threatened to engulf her. But no matter what, he could not break through the robust wall of wind.

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He cried, yelled, swore, and even used his bare hands, but no longer was he horrifying. Just a while ago he was undetectable G.o.d of death that took a thousand lives in an instant. But now, he was just a child throwing a tantrum.

“d.a.m.n it… Why… Why am I so weak…”

At long last, he fell to the ground, and lost his grip on the sword. Tears streamed down his face as he grabbed his head in torment.

“I’ve lost my father… My mother… And now I’ve even lost Tina… I can’t even avenge her… I… I…”

“… Don’t cry.”

The emissary said gently.

“Everything will be better. I’ll help you. Have a good rest, okay.”

As she reached out and rubbed Molan’s head gently, soft dots of light emerged from her fingers. Molan’s crying eventually got softer until he fell fast asleep.

As Cruise saw this, “Thanks…” He thought he ought to thank the emissary.

“No need for thanks, I’ll feel disgusted.”

The emissary’s voice turned ice cold and when she turned to face Cruise, there was clear hostility in the jade green eyes.

“A fallen creature like yourself, is the shame of the elven race.”

“Eh… Didn’t you save me?”

“I just didn’t want Molan to kill you.”

“By Molan, you mean this boy? Do you know him?”

The emissary did not reply.

“For the sake of using wide-ranging control magic, you imbibed serum extracted from ancient demonic beast specimens. While it did strengthen your magic capabilities, it’s not just an enhancer.”

“How did you know!?” Cruise shouted, “How did you know that what I drank was demonic beast serum…” He did not ask further because he recalled that the breathtakingly beautiful girl before him was the emissary of the G.o.d of fate, who was omniscient.

“You went from barely being able to control a single person to easily controlling a thousand. Did you think that your mana increased by a thousandfold, the emissary continued, as if she was reading out his fate, “In reality, your mana only increased by several fold. And the reason why it seemed like you were controlling thousands of people is because—”

Suddenly a black arm flew straight for the emissary, only to be blocked by the wall of wind.
Cruise looked down at the black arm which emerged from his swollen left arm and screamed hysterically.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH What is this!!!???”

The black arm flopped down limply, and remained motionless.

“It is because, you weren’t controlling them alone.”

Cruise’s breath was ragged and rough, his head was growing faint, and endless perspiration seeped out of his body, he desperately clung to what reason he had left and continued to question the emissary.

“Haah–Haah–Haah–You, you said there are… 2 beings inside me!?”

“And they can already move on their own will against the host’s, the time when they completely possess you is not far off.”

Just as the emissary’s voice stopped, Cruise felt reverberations inside him as his flesh seemed to swell against his skin all over and his body felt like it was being torn apart from within… Almost as if there were beings inside him trying to tear off his organs and install them on themselves!

“*Keho* Sa, save me!”

“Please don’t mistake my intentions,” Cruise crawled and flopped about the floor, vomitting out blood, as the emissary looked on as if she were looking at a dying insect, “I came to stop Molan from being contaminated by your blood and taken over by the beings inside you. And also, to clean up the mess that is you, along with the demonic beasts inside you before they fully awaken.”

And so the emissary of the G.o.d of fate declared the death that was to come.

The wall of wind that had enveloped Cruise was now closing in slowly. It was a st.u.r.dy barrier, and no sword could pierce it no matter how sharp it was. But it was also a terrifying weapon, and Cruise could not even scream before he was crushed into a tiny black ball of flesh no larger than a flesh, without a single drop of blood leaking out.

The emissary continued casting, and a gust of wind brought the black ball to the altar and dropped it into the pool of holy water. The black ball did not sink into the water, but rather it burned as it rolled violently across the surface. If Molan was still conscious, he would have said that this was like that time during a chemistry lab session where the teacher threw a piece of white phosphorus on the water. The black ball was eventually engulfed in flames from the holy water and disintegrated, leaving steam on the surface.

Tina suddenly seemed to stir from his arms, and William stared in bewilderment, hopeful for a second that Tina had revived only to find out that it was the effect of the emissary’s magic.

“You humans are unable to heal her so I’ll be taking her with me.” The emissary declared blandly.

“Can, can she be saved?”

“Who knows, I have not dreamt of her fate beyond this day.”

“Please do whatever you can.”

William got down on his knees and brought his head crashing down into the stone floor. The emissary gave him a glance.

“I will.”

“Tess~” The headmaster had got up close with the emissary and called out like he was addressing a close friend, “Why aren’t you wearing the veil?”

(TL: I had to choose between Daisy and Tess… And though Tess was no name for an elf, Daisy was too lame)

“Ah?” The emissary touched her face, “I forgot it in my rush to get here.”

“Did Tess foresee the things that happened today?”

“Un, I saw it in my dreams last week.”

“Are you saying…” William said in a low voice, “That you had foreseen today’s attack but had not stopped it?”

“Are you reprimanding me.”

“I wouldn’t dare…” William’s hands left deep clawing marks and his body was shaking even as his head was lowered to the ground, “But, becUse of today’s attack, I have lost important subordinates… And friends, and because of Molan’s brash actions, my nation is in an unprecedented crisis… This could have all been prevented.”

“No, William Txarango Brusti, fate cannot be prevented. I did not see a dream of what happened today only once. I took different actions each time but no matter what I did, whether I acted or not, the attack would always happen, Tina Faburando would die, Molan would kill many and the fallen elf Cruise would be destroyed. The only thing I can do, is to destroy Cruise for Molan, and nothing else.”

On hearing what the emissary said, William felt the weight of fate as though there was a mountain pressing down on him.

“Fate is this sort of thing. You can change its path, but you cannot change its destination.” Tess laughed all of a sudden, “But you needn’t worry, your nation will not be embroiled in crisis.”

Looking at Tess’s smile up close cleared the dark clouds in William’s heart and moved him so deeply that his heart started pounding. He steeled himself the best he could and avoided looking at her, wishing all this while that he could turn his heart into stone.

“What, what do you mean?”

“Never fear w.i.l.l.y~ I expelled Molan before we set off!” The headmaster pulled out a stack of papers in his pocket and unfolded them, “Dang dang dang~ Lookie lookie!”

“Eh, this, ‘Expulsion from School’?”

Tess nodded, “Molan has no citizenship, after being adopted by the Faburando household, he has never been registered. The name of ‘Molan Faburando’ only appears in the St Txarango student registry and Kester expelled him 2 days agoso today, the ma.s.s murderer of royalty and important people is not a Txarango citizen.”

“He has nothing anymore.” Tess said as she picked up Shuoxue and put her into the sheath, while carrying the sleeping Molan in a princess carry, “I will take care of him, you needn’t worry.”

The elves were always a special existence which never had relations with humans, and the emissary of the G.o.d of fate was even more extraordinary. To think that such a girl would say that she would keep Molan…

“Pardon me, emissary,” William asked, as Tess was about to descend into the pool of holy water, “How do you know Molan?”

Tess hesitated, and her cheeks reddened.

“… He is… The one I love.”