The Banished Villainous Noble Son Who Was Used as a Stepping Stone in the Original Work Awakens to Combat and Destroys the Laws of the World - Episode 59: Change of the Plain

Episode 59: Change of the Plain

――Suddenly, I noticed a sense of discomfort.

(…The mist, is thinner?)

The Miasma Plain, where poisonous haze had always lingered thickly—this space was now becoming something completely different.

The gray haze that once covered the ground was now gone without a trace. The air that used to feel damp was strangely dry. It even felt lighter somehow.

The grass still lay flattened. But even the beast footprints that should have remained on the ground were nowhere to be found.

It was as if this place—was changing into an ordinary plain. As though it had always been that way from the start.

I slowly walked forward. I was testing the sensation under my feet. As expected, it felt different. The sharp, stinging feeling of miasma pressing against my skin was completely gone. As proof, I could feel the reaction of my “Poison Resistance” skill weakening.

(Is the mist clearing?)

That was too mild a description. “Lost”—that word fit better.

“…It’s me.”

I muttered quietly. Not in self-mockery, not in regret. Only acceptance.

The “Resonance Oath” skill. In the battle with the Maw of Miasma, I had absorbed something like its “core.” There was no direct explanation. But in that moment, I had certainly felt my mind connect with something like the very “structure of the world.”

And I had made it my own, by my own will. As the cost, the “abnormality” that once covered this plain had disappeared.

“Most likely… respawns won’t happen either.”

I looked around. The presence of monsters had thinned compared to before. Even when I strained my ears, the usual “signs” I could sense were fading.

It might return with time—but the Maw of Miasma had originally been the boss-class existence of this plain. Now that it had been transferred into me through the “Resonance Oath” skill…

(This environment… is finished.)

I murmured as I walked away from the plain. On the ground where I stepped, faint scorch marks remained. Even those seemed as though they would weather away with time.

Suddenly, I stopped. I closed my eyes quietly. I then extended my right hand forward.

In the next moment, thick, black “miasma” began to spread from my hand.

The skill “Dense Fog”, said to belong to the Maw of Miasma. Now that I had acquired it, I somehow knew exactly how to activate it.

The air grew heavy. A sticky sensation clung to my skin. And fatigue seeped in bit by bit… A familiar feeling. Apparently, this fog affected me as well. I was oddly relieved by that.

After all, the Maw of Miasma’s skills weren’t just “Dense Fog” and “Inscript”—it had several others. It seemed I hadn’t acquired them all.

If the original mist had been lost, then I could just create my own. After all, I had gained enough power from the Maw of Miasma to do exactly that.

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Thick, black fog spread out from under my feet.

It was quiet, yet clearly an “abnormal” air. Sticky miasma clung to the skin. Even though my sight wasn’t actually blocked, the world felt strangely distant.

The fog I spread by my own hand—”Dense Fog”. The exact same aura of fatigue that had clung to the body of the Maw of Miasma.

(…I’ve reproduced it.)

Not confirmation, but certainty.

I stepped forward slowly. One step. Two steps. Three—And with each step, a heavy weight pressed down on my body.

It wasn’t an external pressure. Rather, it was fatigue welling up from within. The feeling of exhaustion sinking directly into the muscles.

“…I see.”

My breath grew slightly heavy. My steps, slightly slower. Yet even that brought me a sense of nostalgia.

(Whether this works against “Constant Activity” skill… I’ll only know by testing it.)

I drew my sword. Then began to move.

Step in, slash. Turn, leap. As always, repeating the training drills.

In every movement, my breath caught slightly. The buildup of fatigue was faster. But that was good. No—this burden was exactly what I wanted.

(Like this, by cutting myself down within the mist I spread… there’s nothing more efficient than this.)

After some time, the “Dense Fog” naturally faded. The air grew lighter. And my breathing became clear again.

“…Phew.”

Exhaling once, I raised my right hand again. And spread the mist once more.

Fatigue crept in again, slowly. This time, it felt just a little easier to endure.

At that moment—my thoughts turned to the other skill,”Inscript”.

The name sounded familiar. Back when I played the game, the Maw of Miasma had this skill. But its details were never revealed.

Still, the strange sense of unease had already become familiar.

The skill ”Inscript”. Even when I focused, nothing happened. Maybe it required certain conditions before activation. Maybe not. Either way, from its name alone, I could tell it related to information.

If it was an information-reading skill, then it could be “Reveal,” “Appraise,” “Identify”… many possibilities. Yet I was certain—it was none of those.

What it truly meant, I still didn’t know. But I was sure of one thing: it wasn’t a meaningless skill.

Even in the game, many skills that seemed useless at first became powerful when they synergized with others. This would likely be the same.

Under the red-stained sky, I began walking. As the sun set, night would once again fall upon this land. No monsters. No mist. Just a plain.

But for me, it was more than enough.

I could already see the lights of the inn in the distance. The same warm glow as always.

(Well then… there’s still much to be done.)

Not fatigue. Not pain. But the very structure hidden within this world—quietly, I kept walking, carrying this new perception.

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