### Chapter: 278


    Real name: Bioloren Jem.


    At 16 years old, she is part of Rahern Academy and the top student in the special ss.


    Originally, she entered as a hulking male figure, but through Kraush, she was able to live as her true self.


    Her life, no matter how well-packaged, couldn’t be described as good.


    When she was about 4 years old, her mother, the Barrier Mage, left.


    When she left, she didn’t leave a word behind.


    Instead, she left only a book on barrier techniques that she had written as an essay.


    Bioloren read that book every day, enough to memorize it all.


    Looking back, that might have been her bittersweet longing.


    At least until she turned 4, her mother had lived with her.


    Bioloren didn’t know much about the reasons her mother had left.


    Maybe it was her mature personality, but she thought, for the first few years, that her mother would return on her own.


    But her mother did note back, and eventually, Bioloren had to seek answers herself.


    She thought maybe her father would know.


    Once a week, the Demonic Prime consistently visited Bioloren, spoke with her, and checked her progress in barrier magic.


    She asked her father about her mother, but he didn’t provide any significant answers.


    He simply asked questions as before, checked her barrier magic, and then left.


    When she turned 10, her father no longer came to visit.


    Bioloren was left all alone.


    Though she lived a life without anyck, being the child of the Demonic Prime,


    she had never stepped outside the Jem Royal Pce in her entire life.


    Moreover, most of those who supported her life were golems made from magic.


    “Bioloren, it’s time for your meal.”


    “Is that all you can say?”


    “I cannot respond to unentered inquiries. I am household golem M-28. Repeating entered actions.”


    The golem merely repeated the programmed answers.


    They never provided the responses she truly wanted.


    “Ugh!”


    As time went on, the power of World Erosion began to gnaw at her.


    She sought out the Demonic Prime, but he didn’t show much interest in her.


    “I see. Could this really be how things turned out?”


    Sometimes, indifference is more painful than oppression.


    Like he was examining a test subject after trying out everything he wanted to,


    he tossed a few suggestions for experiments but did not reveal a solution for the World Erosion that was eating away at Bioloren.


    Instead, it felt as if her very existence were merely a result of his experiments.


    He would only observe Bioloren.


    Her personality began to grow a bit odd over time.


    She became sharper about trivial things, and suspicion started to fester.


    Imagining World Erosion consuming and killing her becamemonce.


    Thus, she had to pour herself into research on barriers.


    The barrier book her mother had left behind was her only constion.


    One day, she discovered a group of wizards visiting the pce.


    They were regr visiting wizards who came to see her father, the Demonic Prime.


    Using her innate barrier skills, Bioloren concealed her presence and followed them.


    “Did you hear? The Demonic Prime has a child.”


    “Is this about the paper he publishedst time? So boring.”


    “No, no! It’s true! The Demonic Prime has a child!”


    Hearing the word “child,” Bioloren paused.


    If talking about the Demonic Prime‘s child, it could only be her.


    She silently held her breath and listened closely.


    “I heard he kidnapped a World Erosion creature and had a child with it.”


    “Could he? …Well, considering it’s the Demonic Prime, that’s possible.”


    “I’m serious! You’ve seen the papers! That result could nevere without an experiment!”


    Kidnapping?


    Bioloren felt her eyes widen.


    It was an idea she had never heard of or thought about.


    “Do you know what the Demonic Prime is trying to do?”


    “Hey, if you b about this, you’ll die.”


    “There’s no one else here. Anyway, he kidnapped a World Erosion creature to use as research material for creating a magical race. The child is just one of the results from that process.”


    Even as just a child,


    Bioloren had finished her genius education through the teaching golems.


    Being the Demonic Prime’s daughter naturally meant she had elerated brain developmentpared to usual kids.


    And that knowledge was now being utilized as a curse against her.


    Bioloren understood every bit of their conversation.


    If she were just a bit dim, she wouldn’t have grasped the stories they shared.


    Bioloren’s body began to tremble slowly.


    “Then, the reason for my birth is…”


    Now, the cold attitude her father had shown her began to make sense.


    The Demonic Prime truly treated her like ab rat.


    “And her mother was the vessel to give birth to such a test subject.”


    Bioloren began to lose the faint image of her mother.


    Perhaps that’s why her memories began to warp under the influence of her unstable emotions.


    In her memories, her mother had always looked at her with sadness, indifferent and uncaring.


    The sky felt like it was turning ck.


    A swamp wrapped around Bioloren’s legs, slowly pulling her down.


    Bioloren couldn’t tell what was real.


    But, somehow, itforted her to think this way.


    Otherwise, her mother would have abandoned her.


    Tears streamed down Bioloren’s cheeks.


    Maybe she had known this all along.


    She just denied it, trying to ignore the reality.


    She was a test subject.


    One that had long lost any worth.


    And her mother, who had given birth to her, was


    someone who had ultimately fled, leaving behind her hateful self and her father.


    Bioloren etched this truth deep into her heart.


    Somehow, Bioloren found herself in the Demonic Prime‘s magicb.


    As always, he was engaged in research to create a magical race.


    Bioloren‘s hands clenched into tight fists.


    Instead of resentment towards her mother, she built a profound grudge against the Demonic Prime.


    Yet, she didn’t vow for revenge.


    “Cough, cough.”


    With the ever-looming threat of World Erosion gnawing on her, her own life was in danger.


    For her, survival was the sole goal.


    Ironically, because death was ever-approaching, it kept her from falling into despair.


    To survive, she needed to cling to barrier magic.


    So she began rummaging through the Jem Royal Pce.


    One day, she snuck into her father’s magicb, avoiding his gaze.


    In there, she snooped through some of the memories he had cut open.


    Among those memories was why he was obsessed with creating magical races.


    “…Is this all my reason for existence?”


    She realized she was one of the results of his research to create this magical race.


    Having thought this, Bioloren felt her breath catch in her throat.


    An overwhelming loneliness and anguish began to rise from deep within her.


    She felt a horrible sensation, as if insects were crawling all over her body.


    Nausea churned within her.


    Her trembling body felt as though it might fall into an exhausted state at any moment.


    “…I want to get out.”


    Bioloren realized she could no longer stay in the pce.


    Staying here, she would surely go mad.


    Bioloren slipped out of the pce unnoticed.


    The Demonic Prime did not pursue her.


    He had long since lost interest in her.


    There was no reason for the Demonic Prime to catch her at all.


    Once outside, Bioloren realized something.


    If she had made up her mind to leave, she could have gone at any time.


    She felt a sense of emptiness.


    And then she recalled why she had stubbornly remained in the Jem Royal Pce.


    Perhaps it was the hope that her mother woulde back someday.


    With that vague expectation, Bioloren hadn’t left the pce until now.


    “Oh, I see.”


    But now she understood.


    Her mother would never return to this ce.


    There was no reason for her toe back to a ce filled with resentment.


    Her mother had abandoned her.


    The old memories now reflected a mother’s face filled with longing to leave.


    “I don’t have toe back here anymore.”


    This ce wasn’t the home she remembered.


    Home is where the ones who wee you back reside.


    There was no ce for her here.


    Instead, she felt lighter in her heart.


    So, she came to take the special ss exam at Rahern Academy, concealed her identity.


    But that didn’t mean she could use the name Bioloren Jem.


    In contrast, using amoner’s name would also be a hasty judgment.


    Since she had never lived as amoner, she would be found out quickly.


    So she came up with a n.


    Her identity didn’t exist in this world anyway.


    So she sold some magical artifacts she had stolen from the Jem Royal Pce to earn money and bought the name of the Sedney family, which now held no value.


    Thus, she gained the name.


    Bioloren Sedney.


    With that name, she took the special ss exam at Rahern Academy.


    She had already attained the status of a barrier mage.


    The entrance exam for Rahern Academy was incredibly simple, and she sessfully became the top student.


    For someone who had spent all her funds on that name, being the top student with schrship exemptions and additional support was unmissable.


    Having nothing around her, she lived alone like that.


    With half of her bloodline being an unepted World Erosion creature


    and the other half being an unepted human,


    Without a mother, without a father.


    Just quietly alone.


    Her value in life was merely being born as a test subject.


    Even as she endured the gnawing power of World Erosion with barriers, she had survived until today.


    And one day.


    She met a boy.


    Kraush Balheim.


    The one who had informed Bioloren of a solution to the World Erosion that had felt like a curse to her.


    Now, they were entangled in various matters.


    Kraush was an intriguing person.


    He, like her, dealt with the powers of World Erosion, but he was always surrounded by people.


    Unlike herself, who had lived surrounded by indifference and golems, with a fleeing mother and an uncaring father,


    he had a multitude of people around him, living and thriving together.


    Kraush might not know, but his rtionship with Bioloren had a surprisinglyrge impact on her.


    For her, the goal in life was solely to survive by resolving the World Erosion that devoured her.


    So, she had always thought vaguely.


    She could do anything to survive, but once she survived, how would she actually live?


    She was no more than a forgotten test subject.


    But one day, when Kraush told her this as she created barriers to avoid the eyes of World Erosion beings:


    “Bioloren, if you want to find your mother,e see me afterpleting the barrier. I’ll give you clues.”


    Kraush had seen her face the day he discovered the Barrier Mage’s corpse.


    The emptiness and despair.


    Since that day, Bioloren hadpletely cut off conversation with others.


    So Kraush assigned her a new purpose beyond survival—the purpose of bing a barrier mage.


    This vague thought that had lingered inside Bioloren.


    Although her mother would never return, she desired to search for her.


    Kraush had touched that thought, pulling it out into the open.


    That was a rather keen move on his part.


    Even if she survived World Erosion, she had no purpose in her life; by granting her another reason to live, she aimed to stay alive.


    Bioloren understood this.


    So even afterpleting the barriers, she did not go straight to find Kraush.


    Now that a reason for living had been created,


    if she rushed to finish it, she would just lose that purpose all over again.


    So until today, she lived with a new goal tucked away in her heart.


    “That’s all I have to say about my life.”


    Bioloren concluded her exnation of her life.


    Though it wasn’t something she was eager to voice,


    her expression was incredibly serene.


    That face undeniably belonged to someone who had long since be ustomed to her situation.


    Bioloren nced at Kraush, who was quietly watching her, and let out a faint chuckle.


    “You know, you’ve always seemed kind of weak to these kinds of stories.”


    Bioloren had hung around with Kraush quite a bit.


    Perhaps that’s why, she could see through how he had a weak spot for these things.


    “Don’t worry. Thanks to you, I’m leading quite a peaceful life now, after all. I don’t even have to use this body made of barriers anymore.”


    Since the day Kraush gave her a hint about barriers,


    she could do without the barrier body she had created for her protection.


    Taking that into consideration, it had been a life-changing help for Bioloren.


    “Do you know how big it is not to worry about how to survive tomorrow?”


    As she said that, Bioloren wiggled her fingers.


    “So, Kraush, I sincerely thank you.”


    Not being used to expressing gratitude, she awkwardly smiled.


    “And speaking of Ixion, I don’t know what that group of World Erosion creatures is nning against me, but they have you in their sights, too.”


    Since Bioloren had asked Kraush to create a barrier to dodge the eyes of the World Erosion creatures, she had known he was being pursued.


    When Kraush had been kidnapped by the World Erosion at the Giant’s Forest.


    While the Empire made a fuss about Kraush throwing himself to save the 4th princess,


    it was evident to Bioloren that Kraush was the target.


    “Prioritize yourself. Don’t be swayed by me. Don’t tie yourself down with your mother’s request. That person has already abandoned me.”


    In a situation where one wouldn’t know who was saving whom, Bioloren said.


    “This world needs you more than me.”


    As if her value in life had expired a long time ago; she smiled as if it wouldn’t matter if she died at any time.


    Kraush realized something upon seeing this.


    Why, on that fatal day before his reincarnation, she had thrown herself in front of the most dangerous being and cast her final barrier magic.


    “Damnit. Whether I’m a World Erosion or something else, no matter how much you point fingers, you and your lot will live your lives forever indebted to me, thanks to someone like me who’s half-human and half-World Erosion.”


    In some ways, it was simr to Kraush.


    Amid a life that felt meaningless and wasted,


    like he had been burdened with a curse that let him steal other people’s curses through the ck Hood, Kraush contributed to the world.


    Bioloren, after surviving, found that her life, which had lost its worth as a test subject, could serve to protect the Sky Generation through barriers.


    ‘Look at us, birds of a feather.’


    Before he knew it, Kraush had ced his hand on Bioloren‘s head.


    It seemed Bioloren flickered in surprise at the possibility of her hair being grabbed.


    Kraush was gently patting her head.


    Was he seriously smiling now?


    Sadly, it didn’t appear that way to Kraush‘s eyes.


    That smile was nothing but a conditioned reflex, far from anything happy.


    “Hey, Bioloren.”


    “Uh-huh?”


    Bioloren, who had never expected Kraush to pet her head, looked dazed.


    Kraush continued speaking to her.


    “Do you know what feels the most satisfying in my life?”


    “…What is it?”


    Kraush grinned broadly.


    “When Ind a proper hit.”


    “What do you mean by ‘feeding’ someone?”


    Kraush immediately turned and dashed out of the building.


    It was a sudden burst of action.


    “Wait, Kraush!”


    Flustered, Bioloren hurried after him.


    Soon, Bioloren caught sight of Kraush’s back as he paused in the middle of town, taking a deep breath.


    The moment she was even more puzzled about what he was about to do,


    Kraush yelled out with all his might:


    “Terasius Jem!”


    Bioloren’s eyes widened in shock.


    He blurted out a name without any chance to stop him.


    Far in the distance, the Demonic Prime, who had been looking at the sky, turned to look this way.


    Bioloren hadn’t expected Kraush to directly mention his name.


    When confusion filled his gaze, Kraush pulled out a thunderous weapon.


    “Let’s have a match, you bastard.”


    He boldly issued a challenge towards the Heaven’s Sword.