ReadNovel Chapter 574 - 574
Chapter 574 - 574
Buzz!
A wave of space rippled, and Zancrow's "corpse" vanished.
Marco had teleported him over.
He thought the guy might still be useful somehow, so at the very least, he couldn't let him die yet.
Buzz!
Marco stretched out his hand and drew upon the power of his Cosmo.
Placing his hand on Zancrow, he began healing him.
And it was an absurdly precise kind of healing—just enough to keep him from dying, but not enough for him to wake up anytime soon.
Every bit of it was delicate, high-level micro-control.
"You… what kind of magic is that?"
Gildarts had been standing right beside Marco the whole time.
Watching what Marco had just done, he widened his eyes in shock, because he could tell just how unbelievably intricate that operation had been.
Marco had just manipulated the tiniest cells in the human body, restoring them, reconnecting them, rejoining everything that had been shattered and charred until it was whole again.
"Terrifying…"
Gildarts couldn't help but mutter in amazement.
It was even more frightening than his Crush Magic. Restoration was far harder than simple destruction.
"This is the fundamental power of all things—the power of the inner universe."
Marco answered with a smile, and that really was the truth.
In another world, Cosmo was exactly that sort of concept.
In principle, it was similar to this world's magic power, but the difference in level was enormous.
Both came from within, and both had a certain spiritual, idealistic quality.
But no matter how much this world's magic developed—whether through awakened magic sources or deeper training—it would never reach the same heights as Cosmo.
The gap between their upper and lower limits was simply too large.
The upper limit of the Sixth Sense was already close to the speed of light, something magic in this world could never hope to match.
Even that damned black dragon would have to call someone "father" in front of a light-speed punch.
Unfortunately, Marco had only awakened his Cosmo not long ago, so reaching that level through his own power alone was still out of the question.
And besides, by the time he really could throw punches at light speed, he'd have to suppress his own power—otherwise he might destroy this world, which wouldn't be any fun at all.
This world had no blessings of the gods to protect it. It couldn't withstand the ravaging of a Saint with the Seventh, Eighth, or Ninth Sense… or in other words, a god.
Of course, once he truly became a god, Marco could simply bless the world himself.
Then he wouldn't need to worry about breaking it anymore.
"The power of the inner universe…"
Gildarts was completely baffled.
These were two entirely different cultivation systems, and with a mage's way of thinking, it was naturally difficult for him to understand.
It was, in every sense, classic mage logic.
"Give Zancrow back!"
From Grimoire Heart's perspective, Marco's actions were obviously infuriating.
Winning the fight was one thing, but taking away the body afterward was too much.
He clearly wasn't treating them like people at all.
Of course, not everyone genuinely cared about Zancrow.
More than concern, they felt humiliated by what had happened to him.
To them, it was an insult to everyone present.
"Zancrow, weakness is your sin, and death is your destination. You who so love hearing others scream within the flames—how delightful your own cries in the fire were before death."
Looking at the half-dead Zancrow, a man wearing black-rimmed glasses began to intone.
He had slicked-back silver hair, a dark blue coat with fur around the collar, and gray gloves on his hands.
A rose rested in his hand, and his whole appearance was refined and carefully arranged.
"Rustyrose! What nonsense are you spouting?!"
Although not everyone sincerely cared about Zancrow, openly kicking him while he was down at a moment like this was still too much.
The other members of the Seven Kin of Purgatory were visibly unable to endure it, and Ultear directly snapped at him.
"If the weak are killed, that is only natural. Such is the law of this world. Though I grieve for Zancrow, I do not think they were wrong. It is only because we failed to win."
Rustyrose continued speaking, even putting on an expression of sorrow for Zancrow, yet showing no sign of changing his views.
His words left the other members of the Seven Kin speechless.
They all knew Rustyrose had an eccentric personality—he enjoyed toying with the weak and believed the weak had no right to live—but they had not expected him to be this twisted.
Zancrow was one of their own. Sure, the guy was arrogant and not especially likable, but he was still their companion.
"I heard Fairy Tail has someone called the Star Rose God. How surprising. Besides me, there is actually someone else who dares use the rose in a title? Don't you know the rose belongs exclusively to me?"
Rustyrose ignored his noisy "companions" and looked toward Fairy Tail, openly picking a fight.
He did feel a bit of sadness over Zancrow's defeat and possible death—after all, they had fought side by side.
So he intended to defeat these weaklings, toy with them as much as he pleased, and avenge Zancrow.
His words made Fairy Tail's expressions turn strange as well.
One after another, they looked at Marco, then at Rustyrose with pity, feeling that this man was simply asking to die.
Even Marco, the one being called out, was momentarily at a loss.
This guy was so absurd that Marco genuinely didn't know what to say!
He had never imagined that the reason he'd be singled out would be the title Star Rose God.
Was this Rustyrose guy sick in the head?
Just how obsessed with roses was he? He was actually unhappy that someone else had "rose" in a title?
"So it's you… your appearance does not disgrace the title of rose."
Looking at Marco, Rustyrose spoke again.
In truth, he already knew what Marco looked like.
His earlier words were simply a matter of personality.
Marco was so famous that unless someone lived completely cut off from the world, it was hard not to have seen a photo of him.
And even as an enemy, even as an opponent, Rustyrose had to admit Marco's outward appearance was exceptional.
It wasn't strange at all for someone like that to be given a title connected to roses. Just like himself, he was beauty incarnate.
Rustyrose was not modest in the slightest, but unfortunately Marco had no interest in being mentioned alongside him.
"You're not worthy of making me fight. Call your boss out instead."
Marco only shook his head at Rustyrose, too lazy to say more.
He had no interest in fighting this inexplicable lunatic. Taking him seriously would be the real loss.
"How Arrogant!"
Marco's attitude naturally enraged Rustyrose.
He let out a furious roar, his face twisted with anger.
He had always thought highly of himself—otherwise he never would have mocked Zancrow.
In fact, the two of them were somewhat alike, especially in their arrogance, which was exactly why they didn't get along very well.