Chapter 235: Cookie Monster Bites the Moon

Every sound dimmed in comparison as the wind barrier that was pierced through by these light pillars reacted slower to deliver the sound of their ear-shattering explosions.

And yet…

As bright as Siva’s cannon fire was, it was not a bright “white or yellow” pillar of light, no, it was black.

Siva’s left arm-canon was a bright black light…!!

The two pillars of light met and everyone’s hearts almost stopped as the barrier of wind delivered the explosive sounds that these two phenomena should be having.

Accompanying this sound was a massive storm of surging Mana that seemed to visibly send the very fabric of space itself to show a ripple, sending a pressure that crushed floating dusts to tiny particles and almost crushed every player that’s been watching this scene.

BOOM!

Mefisto’s hell fire cannon met Eibon’s black colored cannon fire. And yet, as powerful as his Black Tech Arm-Cannon was in the minds of those who recognized it back in the War of Two Powers, it was only still enough to cancel Siva’s cannon fire in a mutual destruction.

“What?!” Mefisto was aghast and was about to charge for another shot when his vision went white… along with an unparalleled amount of pain and a force that pushed him off to the distance of who knows where.

No sound could even begin to describe how two explosions followed each other from Siva’s arms.

BOOM!

This explosion filled their ears and sent all players and NPCs to their knees because of the sheer might of its release and collision with the wind barrier.

Mefisto’s cry and roar of pain and agony could be heard trailing off towards the distance but even then, the spear of light didn’t stop and even pushed him further…

… and further…

Beyond the atmosphere of the planet…

Towards the moon, hundreds of thousands of kilometers away…!!

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Everyone, from their homes to their seats, no matter where they are in the world, both inside and outside the game, felt their bodies freezing in complete astonishment.

Because right at this instant, they all could see, as soon as the white pillar of light coming from Siva’s white-colored right arm-cannon dissipated from losing power…

One of the moons of Terroa, that bright round celestial body made up of weightless tons of moonrocks… had seemed like it was bitten by a cookie monster.

A smiling arc that would be there no matter what season may come from now on, was permanently etched by Siva.

“Hoooooooly fuck!”

“Wake me up in September, I must be dreaming.”

“Geezer’s Mice… the moon was chipped!”

“T-That escalated quickly… I mean… just… wow!”

“Did I just witness him destroy the moon?”

Everyone watching this scene live or in person in the castle walls of Apus Epirus couldn’t get a grip of what had just happened. Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

Although the brightness of the moon seems to be the same, the moon itself was not whole anymore.

Because right now, at this moment everyone was seeing…

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…1/5 of the moon has just been blown away.

*****

President Ethan was sitting in front of his desk, watching that very scene.

Even he couldn’t get his sitting position on his chair upright as he saw the moon got blasted with that cannon shot.

He almost fell on his seat.

Right now, the secretary was the one attending him and she was also looking with a paled white face at how one of the moons of Terroa had just received a trim.

Still, while she was shocked at that sight, she was more wary of the President’s right hand that clutched over a ceramic penguin he was in the middle of polishing earlier before she delivered the news of this event in Alexandria.

“God damn it. These changes are getting further and further out of hand!” The secretary swallowed a full mouthful of courage as her eyes cast on the hand that clenched on the poo penguin. Ethan then slammed the fist on his desk and ordered with great irritation, “Contact Carl immediately and the sooner the better.”

*****

No, to be precise, 1/5 of the total size of the moon was blasted, chipped off, taken, or rather it was literally… like, carved off, leaving only a perfect crescent arc aftermath.

Who cares about who that person that got blasted off to the moon, but everyone cared about how the freckling heck was a weapon capable of actually smashing someone with that distance.

In the first place, what weapon is that?

Was that even Magic or was it an Invention?

As questions arose to the minds of the ones present at the scene, the ones watching on their TVs, phones, laptops, tablets, on the pubs inside and outside Terroa, in the submarines under the seas, the mountains of the Himalayas or in some place else in the world… they all began to bombard the forum boards with questions, posts, and reactions in regards to this event.

Videos were uploaded with the faces of the ones who posted them still white or bubbling, still full of shock and awe.

Some avid fan of RPG: Terroa in some dental clinic having a surgery suddenly screamed as he was unable to control his emotions. The dentist that’s been operating on him has been having a hard time but this sudden jolt from the patient had solved the issue and both them smiled awkwardly.

In a street in Queensland, an accident with four cars involved happened but none of the owners of the cars minded as they yelled with great fervor because of shock with what happened.

In a police headquarters in Africa, the policemen went outside their building, cocked their rifles, and started firing to the sky, yelling in crazed joy of the ecstasy of this feeling.

In the Amazon, in Brazil, a group of adventurers howled to the night moon as if to resonate their emotions with the event in Alexandria.

North Korean President Kim-Jiang Yun who was an avid fan of Siva, even yelled: “That’s my man!!! Quick, give me my joystick. I’m also going at fire at the moon!” Although he said so, it was a good thing that his nuke wasn’t finished loading yet or a 4th world war would have transpired tomorrow.

Still, Kim-Jiang Yun had it easy.

The Soviet’s Nautilus2 actually did fire a missile but its target wasn’t the moon but an uninhabited island on their territory. The island was destroyed and so is the job of the one who ordered it.

*****

No matter what their reactions were, one thing was sure at this moment:

Siva… just created another legend.

He just freaking destroyed part of the moon!

While he stood there looking at the product of his doing, he had no expression and in fact his eyes were closed and his breathing steady as if all of that happened just now… were just done in passing and not even important.

His arms had long since gone back to its original state but the guns in his hands were crumbling into pieces… until finally becoming countless dust that drifted in the air like shiny pollen in the night.

But even as he stood there looking up, watching Mefisto got blown away, no matter how calm his breathing may seem…

His heart was still wary for some reason.

“Mefisto’s always been the shrewd and calculating type. He wouldn’t come to me knowing my raging and sharp tendencies. Why is it that I feel that it’s all too easy?”

The black smoke skin curse crept at a steady pace on his face, making no sound but the dancing smoke escaping his skin created an impression akin to having to hear a particular writhing sound.

Although it may seem slow, everyone in the surroundings were moving slowly on Siva’s perception as if he was existing in a different flow of time.

When the curse had eaten his nose, the only place in his face that hasn’t been covered by the black smoke skin curse was that 1inch space in between his eyebrows.

“Siva… help…”

“Hm?”

It was at that moment that his senses picked up a unique sensation. Someone whispered a call for help directly on his mind…

…from the direction of the Alexandria!

He snapped a glance at that direction and given his enhanced Godly Vision at the moment, to his surprise, he saw a catastrophe brewing in a very unconventional of ways.

In that direction was Alexandria… and Siva was looking directly at God Knight Alexander—

—and what seemed to be a squid of a former dragon-shaped warship melding on his body like a large parasite, assimilating on his left shoulder as if it was sent to him like a surprise missile.

“No!” Siva could only utter a gasping sigh.

He was about to move but the last inch in between his brows closed and all he could do was to reach his right hand, his left foot just barely making its first step, and his voice calling a name:

“Baron…”

By now, the curse had now fully melded back into his body, sealing his ability to cast magic, and enhancing his physical prowess twice his actual might… along with the sealing of his memory.

Siva hasn’t fully recalled that sealed memory and just as the curse came back to bite him, he also lost all accompanying abilities that came with the [Siva] that emerged earlier.

A very sharp and excruciating pain assaulted his mind and this was enough to snatch his mind away from him.

Thus, when it seemed that his left foot had taken that one single step, the power that supported him vanished and Siva plummeted downwards like a human meteor, with eyes tightly shut.

WHOOSH!

Below him was the floating Apus Epirus and his angle of fall pointed him to collide with a palace’s tiled roof.

He was around 600m above the castle base and now that he seemed to be unconscious, a fall in this height would definitely give him a Game Over.

The Black Tech robe vanished and what remained there was his default attire; white long sleeve polo shirt and black slacks and shoes.

….and he was freefalling like a waterfall.

“Siva!” Thorn’s voice called from the main palace.

From the direction of the hole on the adjacent main palace on the right side, he flew with extreme speeds, hand stretched out at the earliest to snatch Siva and save him from a senseless Game Over.

“Got ya!”

He yelled as he grabbed his sleeve and yanked it on an angle to avoid the roof. They shifted their fall’s direction 20m before impact. The Thorn caught Siva and they rolled in the air, twisting and twirling for a slight moment before they began to steady themselves.

Coralline and the rest also came out of the hole on the main palace. Niobe carried an unconscious Scion and the former looked like an angel with her pinkish rose white feathered-wing design.

Everyone was only injured with the clash earlier and perhaps it was thanks that Mefisto’s eyes only saw the MODs on Scion’s hand and that Siva was yet to be completely devoured back by the curse that they could still continue playing at this time.

When they say saw Siva unconscious on Thorn’s shoulders, they could only ask the latter why with a questioning gaze.

Thorn took a glance over his panel where Fuma’s face was still explaining something and then gazed over the direction of the City:

“He had reached his limit.”

When everyone heard this voice, they all could only think of the 8 days they took traversing the distance between Warjillis and Alexandria.

That was a distance that would take at least two months if taken by foot and/or with the help of ordinary equipment like hover-boards and bikes.

And even if they could use Cyclones along the way, one had to remember that it’s either the Cyclone was brand new and is still in its [Capsule Form] to be carried with the pilot at all times, or that it was one of those expensive [Custom-built Cyclones] with a limited use Capsule-Cyclone switch upon its creation; or… the pilot has one of those very rare and very expensive spatial artifacts that can hold an entire Warehouse inside where the Cyclone can be stored and taken out when needed.

As such, when they further digested Thorn’s solemn manner when he spoke of Siva having “reached his limit”, it means that through those days that Akhenaton almost never stopped moving, trashing mountains and cliffs that stood on their way just so it could reach Alexandria at the fastest time possible…

Siva…. had always been piloting it manually.

As if to pour cold water on this fact, City Lord Ren sighed with lamenting connotation and spoke: “He almost never took a rest just to get here as fast as he can. Now that one of his goals had been secured, that small amount of release had unlatched all his stress and the toll had finally hit him back… to be like this.”

After speaking, he looked at Thorn and continued with a solemn expression, “…considering all those things we’ve just seen, I’d wager that what we’re really up against here isn’t just the whole gaming world of Terroa but an entire mafia group of some sorts…”

Heller’s brows furrowed at the word.

Red Metal wanted to escape but although he was somewhat cowardly in nature, he was also smart in some degree that he was able to realize an important underlying fact in those words.

They were already in the maws of this mafia group and there is no more going back.

When Rentaw spoke at this part, Thorn clicked his tongue as he gazed at the city.

“As much as it pains me to say this, he had indeed reached his limit before he could even accomplish his main goal.”

Ren, and most especially everyone else, frowned as they too gazed at the City’s direction.

“What’s in the city?” Coralline asked.

“Disaster.” Thorn replied, not looking at them and only focused his gaze at the city.