Chapter 482: Whose Morning Sickness?

Chapter 482: Whose Morning Sickness?

“Oof!”

The Brave’s legs went weak. He almost stumbled and fell.

Just what was this guy in front of him?!

He was like… light!

Even brighter than ten million suns combined!!!

His eyes: one gold, one red, sparkling like stars!

His face: sharp-angled, sculpted by God Himself!

The rise and fall of his chest, the lines of his waist, his striking leg hair, the bone-deep wounds covering his body!

Every inch radiated an artistic beauty that could make a god sigh with admiration.

His sweat, falling to the ground, would become humanity’s most valuable new energy source after fermenting for millions of years!

His blood, spilling to the earth, would develop into this world’s noblest new life after brewing for millions of years!

And even the region below, the very pride of manhood that the Brave personified, now filled him with shame, such utter shame he couldn’t even bear to look.

“Huurk—”

What was … happening?

A sudden wave of nausea hit him. The Brave covered his mouth, gagging dryly.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. His face turned as white as paper.

He… he actually…

Threw up? Right in front of this being, the absolute pinnacle of human perfection: the most beautiful, handsome, adorable, and captivating entity imaginable?

This was blasphemy! Disrespect! An unforgivable crime worthy of death!

So rude! So offensive!

He knew he shouldn’t do this, but he just couldn’t stop!

“Huurk… Huurk… Huurk—”

[Ding!]

[WARNING! WARNING!]

[Irregularity detected in host’s physiology!]

[Presence of morning sickness suspected!]

[DANGER! DANGER!]

[Maintain distance from pregnancy origin immediately!]

[Do not look! Do not listen! Do not think!]

[Oof!]

“M-Morning sickness?!”

Hearing the System’s alert, the Brave’s brain instantly short-circuited.

“I… I’m going to be a mom?”

The words slipped out unconsciously.

No!

Impossible!

How could he be a mom? He was a man!

That thought finally snapped him back to reality. Something was terribly wrong.

The Brave’s face, pale and slicked with cold sweat, darkened instantly.

“Bastard! What the hell did you do to me?!”

A mix of furious shame and terrified rage filled his roar. Beneath it trembled a faint note of horrified confusion.

“Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable! Do you think I truly don’t dare to kill you?!”

The Brave raised his sword. He’d made up his mind this time!

He’d held back his power several times before, but now? He would cleave this strange, perverted fellow in two!

Morning sickness? It was a lifelong humiliation!

No man could endure such a thing!

The Brave took a deep breath. He pointed his blade squarely at the Pervert. He gathered his strength. Focused his power. Channeled his energy. In the next moment, he would deliver the final blow!

The coup de grace!

A strike holding nothing back!

But just before that… Their eyes met.

His heartbeat skipped entirely.

“Oof!”

The Brave dropped his sword. His resolve crumbled instantly, irrevocably.

What was he thinking?!

How could he possibly strike a figure so handsome, so charming, so utterly adorable, even if he was a Pervert?

What kind of monster would that make him?

Morning sickness? For such a man… he would endure it!

“Huurk—”

“Huurk—”

“Huurk—”

Bent double on the Ceremonial Stage, the Brave dry-heaved continuously.

His stomach roiled violently. Waves of sickness crashed over him without respite.

He kicked his sword far away with one foot.

Day after day of fighting… endless killing… he’d been sick of it for so long.

He became a Brave to save and protect.

But… why?

Why had it all turned out like this?

Slogging on, numb and weary, doing things he despised… but he couldn’t stop.

Every time he raised his sword, it was just to kill someone who actively sought death.

Him… he had already killed thousands upon thousands of the Evil Eye of the Wicked Lord.

Every night, the moment he closed his eyes, he saw piles of corpses.

How much longer… how much longer must this slaughter go on?

[Ding!]

There it was. The familiar jingle, urging him once again.

The Brave straightened up funny. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stopped dry heaving.

His hand bent and stretched. The sword that had been kicked away flew as if summoned. It made a clear sword ring, “whoosh,” and flew back to the Brave’s hand.

[“Don’t look at each other! Keep distance! As long as you don’t enter the range of the opponent’s skill, you can avoid all bad states!”]

[“Use sword qi from far away! Blast him! Rip him apart!”]

The Brave sometimes wondered, the owner of that voice, was it really a god or a devil?

…

High over the sea, about a hundred meters from the chapel, the Brave stood quiet.

Yes, standing, even though there was nothing under his feet.

He held his eyes shut tight, just like the voice in his head said. He didn’t come near Himekoji, and didn’t give Himekoji any chance to catch his stare.

“Soul-Snatching” and the “Human-shaped Walking Artillery” did nothing in this case.

As expected, it reached this point.

Himekoji sighed lightly, not feeling surprised.

Because, this showed the gap between the System in normal tales and the System in fight tales!

The Brave raised his sword high. Sword qi gathered on the blade.

Body and mind joined, mind and will joined, will and sword joined, sword and qi joined, qi and body joined. The scary sword light seemed to cover the sky, slowly pushing down, no place to hide.

This sword strike lived up to the name of the Brave!

Himekoji couldn’t stop it or block it. If touched a little, he would be smashed to bits.

Maybe to let Himekoji make his final words, or because such big sword qi needed the Brave to be extra careful. Anyway, this sword swing was super slow, like time stopped, or space froze.

Under this sword, the world fell silent, all noises gone.

So, the sudden sound of high heels stepping on the ground sounded extra sharp and loud.

Wearing pure white wedding dress, she stepped in bright. Blocking in front of Himekoji, Yukinoshita’s long hair waved.

An outsider coming in?!

The Brave paused. He forced himself to stop the downward sword slash.

Never hurt innocent people. This was his last rule.

Of course, for him, the saddest part was that all his rules had to get the okay from the “God in his mind.”

Luckily, about “fighting not harming others” and “never hurting the innocent,” the gains for the “God in his mind” matched his own.

Making himself halt the big move he already sent. The strain needed to bear it wasn’t easy for the Brave.

When he protected Himekoji before, it happened too. From that, he got badly hurt and hadn’t healed yet.

And this time, it was the second within just days.

Injury on top of injury!

Power almost went wild inside him. His guts felt like they moved. The Brave suddenly coughed up blood.

“You too… so sneaky, huh?”

The Brave who said this smiled. It seemed helpless but calm, like he was saved.

“Heroes think alike. I often feel myself that I am really sneaky…”

Sneaky enough to put Yukinoshita’s life on the gamble.

He was probably mad.

And Yukinoshita who agreed to such a mad ask, was probably mad too?

Otherwise, why wear a wedding dress now?!

Such a big moment, don’t take his focus away!

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