Third Outer World Story Series: Pumpkin Sorcerer - Chapter 83

Translator: MadHatter Editor: MadHatter

“…”

“Am I wrong?”

Ah, yeah. Come to think of it, Lean-sama is a God who is almost unknown to humans, let alone the general public. I would be perceived as someone working for the God of Creation if I remained silent, right?

Well, there’s no point in saying anything, so I’ll just keep my mouth shut.

“Well, is it right to say that your purpose is to summon the God of Destruction using the magic power that’s been piling up in this place?”

“Oh. How did you come to that conclusion?”

“I once heard from a source that there had been an attempt to call forth the God of Destruction close to the capital. Apparently, people were able to stop them then, but from what I’ve heard, I didn’t think they’d give up after one or two failed attempts…”

Pointing to a glowing, though rather blackened, a mass of magic power under the scaffolding, Pumpkin remarked about what the priest was intending to accomplish.

“With this much magic power, you could probably pull off almost anything.”

“Hahaha. You sure have a good grasp of it.”

The priest laughed hysterically at the words he heard.

After that, he opened his arms wide as if he were delivering a speech and began to express his thoughts without having been asked by anyone to do so.

“Yes! My purpose is to utilize the magic power of this place to summon the God of Destruction to descend into this world! On this day and at this hour, the current societal structure will crumble, and we’ll take over as the supreme rulers of this world!”

“…”

“It’s been a really long time since I came this far… After all, more than ten years ago, I heard that adventurers interfered with my plans, and four years ago, I drew one of the royal concubines to my side with a lot of money and connections, but it all went up in smoke when an explosion occurred… Thanks to this time I had to adopt a forceful method such as bringing in her son to stage a coup d’état, and I really do have a hard time with you running dogs of the God of Creation.”

“…”

What a long story… Well, I’ll make sure preparation is thoroughly ready for it in the meantime.

Nevertheless, this priest’s magic power… is an unusual dark attribute, but more than that, I feel that the form is strange for a human being.

“This time, however, is different since you are the only person who has arrived, and there is absolutely no chance that anybody else will emerge before the ritual is finished. That signifies our long-held wish for the advent of the God of Destruction will undoubtedly come true as long as you are taken out!”

“Do you not reckon that I could thwart you?”

“Hahaha… are you seriously saying that?”

“This is…”

Along with these words, the priest’s magic power shifted and his silhouette began to change as if to adapt to the transformation.

“I see… it’s the same magic you used on Monokio and the others.”

“You figured it out quite well…”

The first thing that happened was that his arms and legs swelled up, black scales grew out of his skin, and the nails on his hands and feet grew long enough to take the shape of claws.

“This is the work of the God of Destruction, of whom we are so proud…”

The inverted scales then tore off his clerical garment as his body swelled in the same manner. Black and red wings sprang from his back at the same time as a tail with red spines and black scales sprouted from his back.

“The magic that destroys a person’s vessel and bestows upon it a form and power befitting its soul…”

Eventually, his head was covered with black scales as his skin bubbled and expanded to the appropriate size to accommodate his body. A large number of red eyes appeared to cover the right half of his face, and multiple red horns began to grow from his left half, all of which were accompanied by a change in the priest’s voice to one that was rather difficult to hear.

“The name is ‘Dizaskas’.”

Following his transformation, the priest revealed the name of the magic he had performed on himself, a black exhalation leaving from his small mouth that didn’t match his three-meter frame.

“You look so sickening. It makes me want to vomit.”

“Sickening…? No, well, it’s a difference in sensitivity, but it’s still a very dull word… although I don’t expect you to understand in the first place.”

As if to confirm his altered appearance and power, the priest moved his body, his bones snapping nimbly.

From what Pumpkin can tell, the metamorphosis has resulted in a huge boost in magic power.

“I still don’t understand. Why do you devote so much energy to the God of Destruction and devastation? Why do you want to destroy this world by taking on such a form?”

[How strange for you to ask that even though you have no interest in listening… you’ve been watching for an opening to strike me with what you’re concealing in your pockets, aren’t you…]

Darn it, he found out.

Pumpkin terminated the preparation of the [Resonance Spell?Cucumber Blade] in his pocket and dissipated the magic power it held. Unless it was a surprise assault, the effect would be minimal at that level of magic power.

Apparently, the amount of magic power in him has not simply increased along with the metamorphosis, but also added a variety of complicated abilities.

[Even so, this is a wonderful power… as expected of the God of Destruction…]

As the priest strained his legs, his claws dug into the floor as a result of the force.

[Now, let’s start, dragon-slayer. Please don’t die from a single blow…!]

“…What!?”

The priest’s form then vanished from his line of sight, and Pumpkin quickly lifted his left hand, which was endowed with magic power, to protect himself. His left arm, which had been employed as a shield, was dangling with barely a few fibers left and was ready to snap off when he was slammed against the wall in the next moment.

“This… could be bad…”

With his body half buried in the wall, an involuntary mutter flowed out of Pumpkin’s mouth.