Novel Full Chapter 1865: Is He An Angel?
Chapter 1865: Is He An Angel?
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“Annaaaaa!”
Elena shouted for Anna, Elisa, and Monica. The three girls turned just in time to see a gigantic black hammer hurtling toward them. Elena was too late; the ground beneath her stretched and warped endlessly, slowing her desperate sprint.
BAAAAM!
A violent explosion of watercolor-like magic energy erupted. In an instant the three girls were crushed flat against the floor. Elena screamed in horror as her friends resembled squashed pancakes.
“N-No…! Wait…! What is this?! WHAT HAPPENED?!”
Tears welled in her eyes as raw disbelief and terror gripped her…
“Ugh, what the hell is this?”
“This stinks…”
“Ouch…”
They weren’t dead! Their voices rang out clearly. Elena looked down and found them alive—cartoonishly flattened, just like characters in a gag manga who get smashed by a giant hammer but never truly die.
“W-What the fuck?! Can’t you three go back to normal?” Elena asked, voice trembling with desperation.
“I-I can’t! It’s like… some kind of curse! Aaaugh!” Elisa cried, visibly annoyed and distressed.
“Uugh, I think I’m going to puke…” Monica groaned, nausea twisting her flattened features.
“E-Elena…! Run! Get out of here before—” Anna tried to urge her to escape, but Elena refused to listen. She pressed her hands together. Nature and Holy Energy surged powerfully from her Spiritual Heart.
“No, I won’t!” she declared firmly. “You said it’s a curse, right? Let me destroy it.”
Recalling her mother’s Celestial and Holy Magic, Elena conjured dozens of runes in a frantic burst of accelerated thought—so intense that blood trickled from her nose. She assembled the runes into a cohesive spell and released it.
“Exorcising Light!”
FLAAASH!
A radiant burst of light exploded from her body. The three flattened friends were enveloped in the glow. Slowly, painfully, the curse unraveled and their bodies returned to normal shape.
“I-It worked!” Elena gasped, stunned. “It really worked!”
“It did?!” Anna exclaimed. “Wait, wasn’t that your mom’s spell?”
“Wooow!” Elisa shouted. “That was AWESOME!”
“Eugh… Buaaagh…” Monica, meanwhile, retched violently onto the floor. “Uuugh… Aaahh… my tummy…”
“Monica…!” Elisa gasped. “We have to get her out of here! She can’t handle all of this—Ugh, me neither…”
“I know,” Elena said, eyes lifting skyward. “But that thing won’t let us leave so easily.”
“FUFUFUFU! HOW CUTEEEEE! YOU DID IT! THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!” The Mangaka’s mocking laughter boomed. “OKEY~ NOW THAT Chapter 1 IS DONE, LET’S MOVE STRAIGHT TO Chapter 2, NOW THE—”
“I won’t play your games.”
FLAAASH!
A brilliant surge of starlight erupted above the monstrous Mangaka. Frank appeared in an instant, holy lance overflowing with radiant starlight. His eyes blazed fiercely as pure white angelic wings unfurled from his back.
“Holy Spear of Mercy – Michael.”
The spear drank in his starlight and holy power, transforming into a colossal pillar of swirling divine energy. It plunged downward, piercing the Mangaka’s head and torso in a single devastating strike.
CRAAASH!
“GUUOHHHH?!”
The Mangaka screamed in agony, vomiting thick streams of ink and bleeding black. The spear detonated in a blinding explosion of light that tore his entire body apart.
BOOOMMM!!!
Ink splattered in every direction. Everyone stared in stunned awe at the sheer display of power. Frank’s spear gleamed like a second sun as he descended slowly, angelic wings folding, a half-broken halo drifting above his head.
“W-Wait, is Frank an Angel?!” Elena asked in disbelief. “Mom, can you feel if he is?!”
“…”
Elayne observed everything through her spiritual sight, eyes narrowing as understanding dawned.
“It’s not that he is an Angel,” she said carefully. “But that spear is no ordinary weapon. It seems forged with the soul of one—no, rather, it is the vessel of an angel’s soul! How is this even possible? Angels are beings of immense authority… why would one ever become someone else’s familiar like this?”
“Huh…” Elena nodded slowly.
“Come to think of it, dear, what happened to little Gabriel?” Elayne asked suddenly. “I just remembered him!”
“Gabriel is fine, don’t worry, Mom,” Elena reassured her. “He stayed in your Domain with everyone else.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Elayne sighed in relief. “In this form, I seem unable to call forth his power. My connections with everyone else have been severed.”
“Maybe because of how you were… well, recreated or something,” Elena said. “For now, how do we get out of here?”
As Elena scanned the area with her friends, she noticed the Ink Creatures had frozen in place. Matsuo and his group rushed toward Frank.
“Way to go, man! You finished it so quickly?!” Matsuo asked, incredulous.
“Ah yeah, I was getting a little tired, I guess. I just wanted to get this over with,” Frank replied calmly. “Sorry, was that too much? Did you guys want to use this chance to train or something?”
“No, no, it’s fine,” Harumi said. “Though… I had no idea you could do that. You’re strong enough to destroy an Heroic Spirit’s Familiar?”
“What? What’s that?” Frank asked, tilting his head in genuine confusion.
“Um, aaah, never mind,” Harumi said, shrugging.
“Hmm? You’ve been acting really sus lately, Harumi,” Erika narrowed her eyes. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Ugh, it’s nothing. Stop smelling me,” Harumi muttered, pushing her friend away. “Anyway, we should quickly get out of here before—”
“Huhuh… Huhuhuhuhuh.”
“…?!”
“…!!!”
“…?”
“…!”
Laughter echoed through the Panel World. Countless manga panels aligned across space itself. Characters of every shape and form emerged, laughing in eerie unison.
“Do you think that simple attack could defeat me, human? I exist in a realm a Faker like you cannot easily access, let alone overcome.”
From the remaining ink, a new figure rose—not the previous grotesque Mangaka, but something far more defined, disturbingly realistic.
A tall, pale man in a black suit, black fedora, monocle, and thin mustache. He chuckled softly while conjuring a black grimoire.
TRUUUM!
He exuded immense, distorted, dark power that seeped into the world, darkening everything. The bright, whimsical cartoons twisted into nightmarish horrors: zombies, skeletons, psychopaths, assassins, people screaming and tearing their own faces off.
“Let’s switch genres, shall we? How about Horror and Gore Manga now? With a sprinkle of Survival. Let’s begin anew! Chapter 1! The Beginning of the End!”
As the Mangaka laughed, the world warped completely. No longer bright and cartoonish, it became a living nightmare born from humanity’s darkest imagination.
Zombie hordes surged by the millions. Mutant monstrosities crawled from the shadows. Ghosts and specters wailed. Oni and yokai shrieked. Alien ships descended from the sky, bombarding everything with death rays. Titanic, hundred-meter Kaiju roared and swung massive claws and tails.
Before, the Mangaka had felt strange but manageable. Now everyone realized he had only been toying with them. They had awakened his other half—the darkness born from human imagination, the beloved genre of horror that instilled endless dread and despair.
And… excitement.
“Heh…”
Maria smiled as she gazed at the chaos. From the left, millions of zombies shambled forward. From the right, giant Kaiju destroyed entire cityscapes while aiming their atomic breaths. From above, enormous UFOs charged death rays. From below, horrifying mutated creatures erupted from the earth’s core.
Yet through it all, she thrived. Sword and halberd in hand, she awakened her true Dream Power. Her pink Dream Heart slowly darkened, turning deep purple. Her aura surged violently. Her white hair gained vivid purple and red streaks. Her shadows expanded into an endless, suffocating sea.
Maria was a genius among geniuses in both the Magus world and the Dream Warriors Society.
And now she would show them exactly why.
“Nightmare Heart Awakening – Blooming Shadow Garden of Death.”
With a smile of pure fascination at the horrors rushing toward her and her friends, Maria fused her weapons into a long, ghostly black scythe. Her shadows spread everywhere—even enveloping the new students she had just met—drawing them all into her Domain.
From that darkness rose giant dark roses. Endless ranks of massive white skeletons clawed their way out, eyes burning with ghostly fire. Each one stood over ten meters tall, clad in rusted armor and gripping ancient weapons.
“Go, my Army of Nightmares and Death.”
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