Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power Chapter 465: Welcome

Kaden's vision plunged into darkness.

Gradually, deliberately, amid torment far surpassing any prior agony, his life ebbed away like liquid escaping through clenched fingers.

His form convulsed relentlessly—twitching and spasming wildly, his heart shredded into a pulp of ruined tissue. It was miraculous he drew breath at all. Every inhale demanded the Herculean effort of shifting an entire mountain.

He gripped onto existence more fiercely than anticipated, despite knowing that from the recent strike... he could revive using his death coins.

Yet Kaden hesitated.

He had declared it earlier. Every life offered a chance, and demise would claim him only after exhausting all efforts and still falling short.

Failures had marked his path before. This day joined that tally.

Or perhaps not.

Kaden's frame shuddered like a pulsing beat. Within, an unbelievable event unfolded, one scarcely imaginable.

His physique lay utterly demolished from that final strike, driven past its boundaries to inflict a permanent scar on Warren's Echo.

Yet herein lay the crucial twist. Kaden had willed it himself. By choosing self-destruction—through sheer Will—his body hadn't restrained itself on reflex.

But what occurred when alien toxins invaded that very form?

The outcome was clear. It would resist immediately, on pure instinct, safeguarding its domain.

Thus, it shocked no one when the violet venom from the Saintess's blow invaded, triggering Kaden's defenses into hyperactive fury against the dire peril.

The response erupted violently, drawing in Kaden's secondary heart as well.

The Heart of Runes.

The pulsing intensified, yet grew more restrained over time. Runes etched across Kaden's body, boosting his inner safeguards' potency.

Cells regenerated swifter than the toxin could ravage them. Through this, his form reconstructed in unprecedented fashion.

Meanwhile, Blanche observed in horror. She bore grievous injuries from the prior clash with Forbidden, worsened by Kaden's Heart of Fire's annihilation.

Her essence dwelled in those flames, naturally.

Yet exactly for that reason, she understood not all was lost; reconstruction remained possible. It simply required time.

An excessive amount, considering their dire straits.

A pained screech escaped her before she forced beyond her limits to aid her master. That effort plunged Blanche into total blackout, into fathomless slumber.

Flames engulfed Kaden's body—pristine, flawless white fire.

Reditha sensed her ally's departure, merely gnawing her bloodied lip while aiding Kaden's blood control to hasten recovery.

Grief had no place now, she berated herself silently.

Gradually, hue returned to Kaden's cheeks. The violet toxin neutralized. His flesh mended anew.

Awareness persisted through it all, though he could only clench jaws—eyes weeping—beseeching the ordeal's swift conclusion.

Internally, his body waged a devastating battle, demolishing all only to forge it afresh.

Coughs wracked him ceaselessly, crimson floods pouring from lips, fingers clawing earth until nails splintered.

’Arghhhh!’

A guttural roar escaped as the inner conflict raged mercilessly.

Meanwhile, the Saintess clutched Rea. Her grotesque visage loomed near Rea's, yet hesitation gripped her, gaze fixed in undefinable turmoil.

Uncertainty paralyzed her actions.

But briefly.

Gently holding Rea, the Whimpering Saintess advanced toward the ravaged altar amid the crumbling church, treading over pulverized stone and remains.

Duty consumed her thoughts utterly, blinding her to Kaden's bizarre transformation.

Moments later, she reached it. Visibility revealed a petite statue of a woman atop a fragment of the broken altar.

The Sculpture of the Woeful One. The Goddess of Sorrow.

With calm precision, the Saintess lifted Rea's right hand and sliced her wrist.

Ebon blood surged forth. Not ordinary crimson, but profound darkness that weighted the air with impending lament.

The dark ichor cascaded onto the statue. Reality seemed to pause in anticipation.

Behind, Kaden's chest constricted like a vise.

He gagged, hacked, vision bloodshot and torn, head rising just in time to behold a horrific sight.

Drenched in Rea's black blood, the statue fractured then burst in shards of rock and gore.

A head burst free. Feminine, blood-tears streaming, nails raking her flesh-smeared cheeks.

She wailed. Her sobs quaked the dungeon with seismic force.

Her features eerily mirrored the Saintess's.

Kaden's neck wrenched. He wheezed, eyes protruding, whipping his stare to Rea.

Tears flowed from her. Rea wept, lids shut, black rivulets staining her visage.

Agony profounder than fleshly harm ignited in his chest's hollow. Heart absent, yet emotion surged witnessing Rea's torment.

Rea and the headless woman's laments synchronized flawlessly. No longer dual voices, but unified—one timbre bearing universal grief.

Precisely then, The Will resonated.

Kaden's consciousness dimmed gradually.

[Hidden Condition has been fulfilled.]

[The Dungeon of the Whimpering Saintess is revealing its true appearance.]

The dungeon's contents—Kaden, Rea, the Saintess—ignited in luminescence.

’W-What?’

His final utterance before radiance overwhelmed, dragging him into oblivion.

Not solely him. All succumbed: Saintess included, weeping head too.

Stillness reigned.

Precisely then, motion stirred—not ordinarily, but reversed.

As though the Wheel's course inverted, dungeon time rewound.

The interior transformed overtly. Elements vanished sequentially, deconstructing to reconstruct stronger, fresher, intact.

Destruction ceased entirely.

The church gleamed pristine, meticulously built, ruin erased. Saintess and weeping head dissolved into nothingness, devoured by unseen maw.

Rea's form ascended, descending gently onto the altar, posed as sacred, inviolable entity in endless repose.

Beyond church portals, voices stirred.

Chatter, mirth, daily bustle as dawn ascended.

[Welcome to the Village of the Unfinished Tower.]