CHAPTER 112
The Sin of Gluttony, Ganibal.
The woman swinging her fists at him was Lieutenant General Anastasia of the Regular Army.
On the snowy field.
The two exchanged blows endlessly.
Like Anastasia, Ganibal was a physical combatant.
He was the type to fight solely with his body, without any weapons in hand.
His most threatening attacks were his kicks.
A low kick if you got close.
A high kick if you kept your distance.
Ganibal had been a Muay Thai fighter on Earth before his transfer, and his kicks were powerful enough to crush a skull in a single blow.
Ganibal moved with practiced steps, unleashing a wide variety of kicks.
The Muay Thai he had honed his entire life had become a killing art upon arriving in the 1st World, Astrape.
“Anastasia, you were a wrestler, weren’t you!”
As Anastasia charged, Ganibal used low kicks and teeps to expertly manage the distance.
A kick's greatest weakness is having the leg caught.
As a former wrestler, Anastasia knew this fact very well.
Indeed, Anastasia’s grappling techniques were formidable.
The moment she got a hold of someone, she could easily crush their body and shatter their legs.
However, that was only if her opponent was human.
Thwump!
The moment Anastasia finally grabbed Ganibal’s leg.
Dozens of fangs sprouted from the leg, trying to bite into Anastasia’s hands.
Instead of grappling him, Anastasia was forced to swing him around and throw him.
Thanks to that, Ganibal once again slipped away from Anastasia and landed on the ground.
Ganibal’s Ability, Gluttony.
It was an Ability that allowed him to eat an opponent with any part of his body.
Furthermore, if he absorbed a certain amount of blood while eating them, his opponent would become his servant.
Within the Regular Army, Ganibal was considered one of the most dangerous elements in a war.
His Ability was exceptionally threatening in multi-person combat.
“Hoo.”
Anastasia let out a short breath on the snowy field.
A puff of white vapor escaped her lips.
“You get it, don’t you, Anastasia? Aside from that first sneak attack, you can’t even touch me! An incompetent Ability like yours can’t do anything to me!”
Anastasia’s Ability was a single one: Stamina Boost.
She just had slightly more stamina than others.
Just as Ganibal said, the difference between their Abilities was stark.
“As you say, my Ability is insignificant.”
Anastasia exhaled evenly and stomped on the ground.
With a beast-like leap, she once again threw a punch.
The extended fist carried enough force to pulverize a human bone in one strike.
However, the same was true for Ganibal’s leg that met it.
His knee shot up in an instant and collided with her fist.
Kaaang!
It sounded like steel striking steel.
A faint barrier of mana coated both of their bodies.
“But if that were all that mattered, this world would have fallen into the hands of the Transferees long ago.”
But what was the reality?
The Black Dawn, a union of Transferees, was a terrorist organization that was always on the run after committing acts of terror.
“People are beings who live together.”
Anastasia’s onslaught continued.
Her relentless attack forced even Ganibal to falter and retreat.
“The people of this world and we Transferees are all beings who must live together.”
The Regular Army was a coalition created by both This-worlders and Transferees.
Although the proportion of Transferees was high, everyone lived as if they were comrades.
That was the goal that both Transferees and This-worlders should strive for.
“Ganibal, if you remain trapped in a world where only Abilities matter, you will eventually be consumed by your own narrow vision.”
Anastasia’s eyes flashed.
A leg was rising toward her chin.
She wrapped her right arm around Ganibal’s widely spread leg.
“Fool!”
In response, the leg Anastasia had grabbed transformed into the shape of Gluttony.
The maw of fangs opened wide, intending to devour Anastasia.
At some point, the snowfall had become eerily thick, obscuring their vision.
This was the 2nd World.
Its terrain was far harsher than that of Earth or the 1st World, Astrape.
Crack!
At that moment, something cracked beneath Ganibal’s supporting foot.
It was a patch of ice like a transparent glass ceiling.
Something hidden beneath the snow had collapsed under Ganibal’s weight.
This area was riddled with numerous underground caves.
In a place full of such caves, it was common for breathing holes to exist that connected to the surface.
This snowy region was a place where it snowed all year round.

It was a crevasse, formed when a thin layer of snow had accumulated over one such hole.
With his leg caught in the crevasse, Ganibal’s balance faltered for an instant.
Too late, Ganibal realized why Anastasia had been so persistently driving him to this spot.
“I’ve lived half my life in the mountains of Russia, you know.”
The bitter cold and snow that piled up to the roof of her house.
For Anastasia, who had grown up seeing such things, a battlefield covered in snow was like her own front yard.
“Stay trapped in your narrow view for the rest of your life.”
Before the off-balance Ganibal.
Anastasia’s fist, packed with all her strength, flew forward, trailing flickering chestnut-colored mana.
The moment the chestnut-colored line connected.
Krrrr-ack!
Ganibal’s head snapped back violently, and his body tilted backward.
But Anastasia knew Ganibal’s durability all too well.
The terrifying thing about this man wasn't his power, but his toughness.
His immense life force, endlessly accumulated through his Ability, Gluttony.
The durability and regenerative power built upon that foundation had long surpassed the limits of a human.
So, Anastasia followed her full-power blow with another.
Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!
An endless volley of punches.
Anastasia didn't stop her barrage until Ganibal’s body collapsed to the ground.
Finally, the moment Ganibal hit the ground with a mangled face.
Anastasia clasped her hands together, snapped her hips, and brought them down with everything she had.
Snow and dirt erupted as the ground gave way.
Ganibal’s body plummeted to the bottom of the cave.
Snow poured down into the cave through the shattered opening.
Atop the cave of sand-like snow.
Anastasia landed.
Ganibal was collapsed in the snow, splattered with blood everywhere.
Judging by his appearance, he looked dead.
Drip-drip—
Blood trickled from Anastasia's knuckles.
Her fists were torn and shredded, as if they had been bitten by something.
Anastasia knew very well who was responsible for this state.
She skillfully took out a potion, sprinkled it on her wounds, and wrapped them tightly with bandages.
“Kuh… hehehe.”
In the meantime, a low-toned laugh could be heard.
When Anastasia shifted her gaze, she saw Ganibal staggering to his feet.
More than half of his neck was torn away.
Indeed, if he were an ordinary human, his head would have already been torn off and rolling on the ground.
But Ganibal’s neck was so tough it likely wouldn't be severed even with a sword.
Even now, his immense life force was making him nigh-immortal.
“Now I get it.”
Pshuk!
At that moment, fangs erupted from Ganibal’s entire body.
Arms, legs, chest, stomach.
Even his eyes sprouted fangs, creating a truly grotesque form.
“Why didn’t I realize this before? In the end, this is all I needed to do.”
A chilling smile formed on his lips, which were bristling with fangs.
“Your fists have a limit, but I am infinite. See? In the end, the gap in our Abilities can’t be closed!”
Anastasia finished tying her bandages tightly.
Then, instead of replying, she raised her fists toward Ganibal.
“Alright. Let’s find out which gives out first—your toughness, or my fists.”
I’m going to completely demolish this sturdy punching bag.

The Sin of Envy, Morbid Geryusika.
He was here on a mission to abduct the man with Resurrection magic, Harua.
The shadow he controlled could extend for roughly 10 kilometers.
It was a swamp of shadow impossible for a human to escape, no matter how fast they ran.
In the center of that shadow swamp.
Morbid, wearing a white goblin mask, was moving his hands.
Following the flow of his mana, the shadow transformed and moved freely.
Within that shadow, the person he was most wary of was a girl streaking across the sky as a beam of light.
The favored disciple of Commander-in-Chief Rapha Hastel.
Lululio.
She relentlessly harassed the shadow by throwing spear after spear of light.
Shadows are weak to light.
Even though Morbid was a Deadly Sin, the elemental matchup was not in his favor.
But Lululio’s spears couldn't pierce through Morbid’s shadow to reach him here.
There was only one way for Lululio to defeat Morbid.
A war of attrition, where they both consumed their mana until one of them ran out.
However, Morbid was an individual who possessed an unusually large amount of mana, even among the Amyeong Tribe.
Moreover, he had increased the power of his shadow by devouring countless Amyeong with it.
In a battle of attrition, Morbid would never lose.

In other words, all Morbid had to do was wait for Lululio to exhaust her mana.
But Morbid didn't have time for that.
The headquarters was under attack due to the Regular Army's scheme.
He had to take Harua and return to the headquarters right now.
'Our victory is assured once I capture that man.'
Morbid ignored Lululio and directed as much of his shadow as possible toward Harua’s party.
The distance to the horizon at an adult's eye level is about 4 kilometers.
Even then, the horizon was not clearly visible due to the snow and terrain.
Morbid had already been encircling them with his shadow from the maximum distance at the edge of the horizon.
It seemed as though Harua's party was escaping from the shadow, but in reality, they were being surrounded by it.
Once the shadow engulfed them, it would be over.
It was at that moment, when Morbid was certain of his victory.
Kwwwwwaaaaaaaang!
The inside of the shadow shook violently.
When Morbid shifted his gaze, he saw Lululio.
She had poured a massive amount of mana into a spear of light and slammed it down.
The spear of light was powerful enough to neutralize half of the shadow.
But the shadow's regenerative power was excellent.
The neutralization was only temporary, and it was far from enough to reach Morbid.
For a moment, Morbid didn't understand.
That was an act that only wasted a large amount of Lululio’s mana.
Could it be she gave up and is just recklessly pouring out her power?
Lululio was still a child.
There was a high probability that she couldn't handle her frustration when things didn't go her way and lashed out.
This just saved him some trouble.
The moment Morbid, convinced of his victory, was about to capture Harua.
Fwoosh!

He felt something.
Someone was racing furiously through the inside of his shadow.
Morbid was flustered.
The inside of the shadow was made of acid.
He himself could handle it, but an ordinary person’s body would melt instantly.
It was impossible for someone to move at high speed within such a shadow.
The moment Morbid hurriedly chased after the presence.
Morbid discovered a girl wearing a white mask, just like his own.
She was approaching him at an incredible speed.
She paid no mind to the fact that her body was melting.
No, it wasn't melting.
Morbid saw the light enveloping her body.
A man she carried on her back.
The immense Holy Magic flowing from him was healing the two of them as soon as they melted.
Too late, Morbid realized that he was Harua.
Furthermore, the one carrying Harua was none other than the Amyeong Tribe mutant girl from his party, Horizon.
“What—!”
Morbid was aghast.
Harua, whom he was trying to capture with his shadow, was inside his shadow.
This was certainly a good situation.
And yet, an uneasy premonition flashed through his mind.
The prey had walked into his embrace on its own.
What did that mean?
It meant the prey had a weapon that could kill the predator.
Morbid hurriedly moved his shadow.
She might be able to move within his shadow because she was also an Amyeong Tribe mutant, but the difference in their levels was immense.
Morbid intended to kill Harua and Horizon right here and now.
He had already obtained information that Harua could be resurrected anyway.
All he needed was a piece of his corpse.
Fwwwhaaaaaa!

But before his shadow could even move.
An enormous amount of light suddenly began to pour out from Harua’s body.
Morbid squinted from behind his mask.
What in the world is this Holy Magic?
The Holy Magic, simply converted into light, was powerful enough to slow down his shadow.
And that wasn't all.
Harua’s entire body was dyed pure white as tattoos began to etch themselves all over him. In contrast, a tattoo of black light erupted from his other arm, staining half of his body.
“Hey, Sin of Envy!”
Too late, Morbid realized it was an Apostle Transformation. A massive amount of Holy Magic and Divine Power was flowing around Harua.
“You’re dead! Just you wait!”
This was an amount that, even in Morbid’s eyes, was no ordinary thing. It was practically no different from unleashing his full power at the cost of his own life.
What did he prepare?
Don't tell me he's going to try and snipe me from there?
But this was inside Morbid’s shadow.
The weapons a Holy Mage possessed couldn't harm him.
Their fate was to be devoured by the shadow.
Go ahead and attack.
I’ll swallow you whole.
Just as a triumphant smile formed on Morbid’s face.
Harua suddenly bent his body backward with all his might.

While Morbid stared blankly, not understanding the meaning of the action, Harua condensed light into his fist, which was packed with his full power, and swung it upward.
Kwagagagagagagagagagagak!
The light that shot out from the fist, imbued with immense Divine Power, pierced through the shadow and soared upward.
A hole was suddenly blasted open in the shadow.
Because the light was unleashed from within, the shadow had no way to block it.
It was a hole that would be filled by the shadow soon enough anyway.
To Morbid, it seemed meaningless.
That is, until he saw a girl aiming her staff at the front of that hole.
Babiyen Asteria.
The mana gathered on her staff was already prepared.
“Eat your fill!”
The moment Babiyen released her control over the mana, a high-heat beam swept through the open hole.
It was a follow-up attack that came without a moment's pause, before the hole could even be filled, leaving no time to block.
As a result, the shadow Morbid had hastily gathered was pierced, and his body was exposed outside the shadow.
It was because he had used the shadow to block the magic.
A straight path connecting Morbid to the surface.
Too late, Morbid realized that this was the situation they had been aiming for.
The moment he realized his mistake.
Thud!
Someone leaped through the hole in the shadow.
A woman with black and white hair mixed together, falling as it fluttered.
Aranseol.
She naturally spun her sword in mid-air and gripped it.
Bzzzzzt!
An immense amount of electric current, which she had been continuously accumulating, flowed through the sword.
This is a crisis.
That woman was clearly aiming for him.
Morbid desperately gathered his shadow and swung it.
But Aranseol evaded all the incoming shadows with divine movements.
The distance between Aranseol and Morbid began to close in an instant.
Morbid struggled desperately, but he had already consumed too much of his shadow.
Against Lululio.
Against Harua.
Against Babiyen.
Because of this continuous consumption of his shadow, he needed time to fill the hole.
“N-No!”
The moment Morbid tried to throw his body back into the shadow.
Aranseol focused mana in the air and kicked off it.
The electric current condensed in her sword spewed out a fierce torrent as she swung it in a straight line.
A single flash, imbued with lightning.
That one slash finally reached Morbid.
Togak!
Aranseol’s sword split Morbid’s mask in two and, at the same time, bisected his body.
The Sin of Envy, Morbid Geryusika.
It was his unexpected defeat.