Accidentally Becoming a Great Prophet?!

One of the EX-rank transcendents. The strongest among the Three Great Witches. A figure that is never left out when dealing with the strongest EX-rank superhumans.

The Witch of Music. Aria of Dissonance. A walking disaster.

Aria Musica Elacia Märchen.

However, while she shows a tremendous impact every time she appears in the world, she surprisingly doesn’t come out into the world often.

Aria was the one who usually lived alone leisurely in a small cabin built in a deep place where people don’t come and go.

The reason she lives alone in a place without people is absolutely not because she was hurt by ordinary people who couldn’t accept her music and rejected and feared it. She wasn’t such a tender-hearted person.

She just didn’t want to mingle with people who couldn’t understand her art, her (in her opinion) nearly perfect music.

How could someone who fits the description of a madman so well, who jumps out without fail when she feels she’s composed a good new song and goes to a country’s capital to perform it or rushes to another EX-rank transcendent to play her song without question, have such a tender heart?

But even someone like her felt loneliness and solitude.

The fact that in this vast world overflowing with life, there wasn’t a single person who could enjoy her music together. The fact that even fellow EX-rank transcendents couldn’t understand this art was truly lonely.

Even her parents considered her a monster and abandoned her when she was a child, and throughout her life growing up alone, she had never been together with any being, and even in the era before she reached EX-rank, she had wandered the world looking for someone who could be with her, only to realize that such a person didn’t exist and fall into despair.

After reaching the realm of a transcendent, she had let go of and given up on such emotions a lot, but still, the desire for her only understanding person remained in a corner of her heart.

It was natural. No matter how strong she became and pushed away those who couldn’t understand her music, she was ultimately an artist.

An artist can shine brightest only when there are people who enjoy their work. That’s why even though she thought she had let it all go, that desire still remained inside her.

Anyway, as she was living such an eccentric life a step away from the world, one day, she was eating breakfast listlessly as usual while watching TV.

Watching the news with a faint hope was her only pleasure. Well, it all ended up being false hope in the end.

Anyway, as she was sprawled on a soft chair, listlessly eating cereal with milk half-poured into the bowl while watching the news with an expressionless face like it was her daily routine, she couldn’t help but be surprised, her eyes widening, not long after.

Crash!

“Ah…?”

The bowl that still had plenty of cereal left flowed down and fell to the floor, shattering and spilling white milk and cereal, but she didn’t even notice such things.

Grab!!

She jumped up and clung to the screen, filling her eyes with the image of a man flowing from beyond the screen.

It didn’t matter that he was introduced as a new EX-rank half-transcendent. The poor image quality and the blurry, broken video quality throughout didn’t matter.

The being she focused on was the man who somehow shattered the half-transcendent in an instant. Only that man was her sole interest now.

The being that her unique sense, which made her an EX-rank transcendent, recognized as the only extremely normal and ordinary person like her.

Thump! Thump!

“There was… really one?”

Although she couldn’t be certain without seeing him directly, she couldn’t help but be certain.

Because from the moment she felt the possibility, the deep desire and thirst that had been hidden surged like a huge tidal wave.

Her heart, which had been beating slowly without much emotion, regained its pace and beat quickly, regaining vitality.

Hope circled in her wide-open eyes, and one man was deeply engraved in her mind.

Her expressionless, hardened face cracked, and a soft smile spread across her face.

Vitality flowed through her numbed body, and pleasure and heat circulated throughout. Her body, which had been drooping like a mollusk, regained its condition.

Aria Musica Elacia Märchen felt for the first time in her life the sensation of destiny and falling in love at first sight. That electrifying and stimulating sensation as if an unstoppable lightning bolt was piercing through her mind and body.

She wanted to run to that man whose name and face she didn’t even know properly right away, let him hear her music, and receive praise. She wanted to promise eternity.

However, she restrained such feelings.

He was a unique existence to her. She didn’t know if it would be the same for him whose name she didn’t even know, but she hoped that the first meeting with such a being would be the most perfect and fantastic meeting. Just like her name.

That’s why she started preparing a gift for him and a song to dedicate to him right away.

It took the longest time to prepare the song, but it wasn’t that difficult. It was just a problem because too many musical ideas came to mind.

The gift could also be chosen without much difficulty. It was a bouquet made by gathering the neck of the half-transcendent who had run away from him then and flowers symbolizing love.

With this, she was able to create a perfect plan through the information obtained while taking the half-transcendent’s neck.

When these nameless fanatics cause trouble in the land where he lives, she would stop it while simultaneously confessing her love with the music she created.

Of course, she could know that he lived in Korea, but it didn’t matter that she didn’t know where in Korea he lived, and that where he lived might not be Seoul where she was going. When she played music with Cheonjae (天災) Ian Ayehir Carter as the background, it reached the whole of Africa, and when she played music for Jiryong Zikhart von Licht, it reached beyond all of Europe to West Asia, so there was no way her music wouldn’t resound throughout the entire small country of Korea.

Rather, controlling it not to reach a wider range would be more work. It would be more valuable to limit it only to the country where he lives.

…The only problem was that she herself was an EX-rank transcendent who didn’t quite match with normality in her thinking, not to mention being someone who lived at a distance from society, so it was unknown whether her thoughts would be liked by the man of destiny, Dam Han-ul, but that was the biggest problem.

But without considering such things at all, she arrived in Seoul proudly, matching the timing, and smiled as she saw the purple tentacles that had risen up with a momentum to pierce the sky, boasting a size of several kilometers.

“Perfect timing.”

The giant tentacles summoned by the fanatics sacrificing their lives, the people in confusion, and the attention of her destined partner who would be watching this.

Thinking that a truly perfect stage had been set, she floated elegantly as if unrelated to the people in confusion and sat in front of a colorful piano placed in the middle of downtown.

Ta-rararararang~!! Rarararang~!! Rarararararang!!!

After her delicate hands flowed softly over the piano keys, she smiled as if savoring it with her eyes closed, and her whole-hearted performance began.

The name of the song is… the very intuitive “First Love”.

Gung!! Kung-!! Gugugung!! Guung-!!!

In the part where the loneliness and despair she felt before meeting him overflowed, the tentacles that had been rising as if nothing was frightening suddenly stopped and began to slowly tear from the surface.

Because each part constituting the tentacles was being pressed down in different directions and with different forces.

Drrrr…Kwang!! Gung…!! Tararan! Gung! Ku-ung!!

Next was her desire and longing that had been rotting inside even after she had let go of everything after reaching the realm.

As small and large holes were densely punctured one by one in two tentacles, spilling purple blood profusely, beyond the tentacles, all the people in Korea and the lawless zone who heard her music began to dance the same dance with blank, relaxed eyes.

The difference in rank didn’t matter. Under her music, S-ranks and ordinary people were equal.

Taradattarandan~ Taradadan rarada. Tadan~! Taradan! Tturura~! Taarudan! Tun! Tun. Dan! Dan. Taarura dan! Taruru rantan~!!

Next was the vitality she felt when she felt destined love and her bouncy beautiful love confession dedicated to him, followed by the fresh first love felt by a couple who have become lovers going on numerous dates.

Whether inside buildings or outside, whether sleeping or awake, whether strong or weak.

All humans on the land called Korea moved their bodies equally to her music and danced the same dance at the same timing for her love.

And as if cheering for her and him, the two tentacles that had been fixed alive like specimens, unable to even scream while only bleeding profusely despite suffering numerous wounds, slowly from the bottom, became large and splendid fireworks, forcibly becoming messengers for blessing and meeting their death.

At the sincere confession of an artist, the evil tentacles shall meet their death.

Then, Aria, who finished her long yet short performance lasting over ten minutes, opened her eyes while raising the corners of her mouth as if sensing perfect success.

“Perfect…!!”

And in complete contrast to her, Dam Han-ul, who was surprised by the sudden appearance of tentacles and then witnessed the phenomenon of people all dancing the same dance and tentacles dying on their own as a piano song suddenly played, couldn’t follow the situation and spat out a question.

“Huh????”

“Bleurgh… My head hurts…”

On top of this, Cheon Ryu-hwa, who had been swaying and regaining consciousness repeatedly, finally grabbed her head and collapsed, vomiting in the living room.

Dam Han-ul didn’t hide his bewilderment at this perfect mess.

“Ehhh?!?!?!?”

No, what on earth is this situation?!