UNKILLABLE IN ISEKAI: Volume 2

Chapter 125: Kokoro - Part 7

The monstrous roar grew louder, shaking the very ground beneath our feet. Every villager braced themselves, gripping their weapons tighter, knowing that whatever was coming would test the limits of their courage.

Kokoro and I exchanged a brief glance—a silent understanding—before turning our focus to the encroaching threat.

Then, it arrived.

Bursting through the village entrance with terrifying force, the monster boss—a B-rank behemoth with an aura that fluctuated between lunar and planetary levels—made its presence known. Its massive, grotesque form radiated pure destruction, and with a single swipe of its colossal claws, it sent debris and bodies flying.

It gave no time for the villagers to react.

With its gaping maw, it tore into the first line of defenders, ripping them apart in a gruesome frenzy. Screams filled the air as blood splattered across the ground. The beast then leapt skyward, and as it descended, a cataclysmic shockwave erupted, threatening to level the entire village.

My XPT reacted swiftly, deploying a forcefield just in time to shield most of the village from total annihilation. But the destruction was already catastrophic—everything we had worked for, everything we had built, reduced to rubble in mere seconds.

The villagers fought back with magictech weaponry, but their attacks barely scratched its hide. It tore through their ranks as if they were nothing more than twigs before a storm.

Then, the monster paused.

Its gaze swept over the battlefield—its fallen minions, the smoldering ruins, and finally... Noboru’s lifeless, headless body.

A guttural roar erupted from its throat, shaking the heavens. Furious beyond reason, it opened its massive jaws and unleashed a devastating energy blast.

The searing beam vaporized everything in its path, leaving only scorched earth and lifeless bodies in its wake.

And it was heading straight for us.

Without hesitation, I surged forward, planting my feet firmly as I intercepted the blast. The pressure was immense, pushing against me with the force of a collapsing star, but I held my ground, gritting my teeth as I fought against its overwhelming energy.

Kokoro didn’t waste a second.

Leaping high into the air, her twin katanas radiated with energy as she thrust one of them straight into the monster’s left eye. A deafening shriek of pain tore through the battlefield as the blade embedded deep into its flesh.

She landed gracefully, summoning the sword back into her grasp as the beast reeled in agony.

That’s when I noticed something—its aura was shifting.

From lunar threat level to planetary.

My XPT registered the anomaly, alerting me to the dangerous fluctuations. I tried calling out to Kokoro, warning her, but she was already too deep into battle.

She wouldn’t stop now.

She couldn’t stand idly by while her people were slaughtered.

Dodging the beast’s massive swings, she weaved through its relentless attacks, her every movement calculated and precise. Again and again, she launched herself into the air, striking with deadly intent, but the monster was relentless. Each time she closed in, it struck her down, sending her crashing to the ground.

But she refused to yield.

Her healing magic kept her going, mending broken bones and torn flesh in mere moments, allowing her to stand and fight once more.

Then, the battle took a dire turn.

The monster’s massive claws lashed out, seizing Kokoro in its iron grip.

Her weapons fell from her hands as it lifted her into the air, squeezing with crushing force. She gasped, struggling against its grasp, but it was no use.

It was preparing to devour her.

Panic surged through me. I was still holding back the energy blast, straining against its force, but if I didn’t act now, Kokoro would be gone.

With a final, desperate roar, I summoned every ounce of strength within me—

And obliterated the blast.

The battlefield trembled.

Now, I was free to fight.

And I wasn’t going to let that monster take another life.

The monster’s gaping maw loomed mere inches from Kokoro, ready to devour her whole.

But I wasn’t going to let that happen.

With an explosive burst of speed, I launched myself forward in mid-flight. My XPT followed suit, syncing with me in real-time. As I soared through the air, my armor materialized around me—an armored steel suit enveloping my body in a seamless transformation.

Then, with all my might, I drove my fist into the monster’s face.

The impact sent a thunderous shockwave across the battlefield, forcing the beast to release Kokoro from its crushing grip. Before she could plummet to the ground, I caught her, cradling her mid-fall.

For a brief moment, our eyes met.

Neither of us spoke. No words were needed.

We landed safely, and I set her down gently. Our attention immediately turned to the devastation around us. Bodies lay scattered across the battlefield—some motionless, others groaning in pain. Survivors frantically searched for loved ones, while healers desperately tried to mend the wounded. Some even attempted to bring back the dead through their magic, but many were already beyond saving.

Amidst the chaos, I caught sight of Grandma Haruko. She was safe. Even during the onslaught, she had focused on healing the injured, providing whatever aid she could.

But we had no time to grieve.

The monster boss wasn’t finished yet.

From the crater of shattered metal, wood, and debris, it stirred. A guttural growl rumbled from deep within its chest as it shook off the wreckage, rising once more. Its fury was palpable, its eyes burning with a relentless killing intent.

Then, it charged.

I met its charge head-on, our battle igniting in a furious clash of strength and power. Each strike shook the ground beneath us as we exchanged blow for blow, neither of us giving an inch.

Kokoro, quick to adapt, merged her twin katanas. A surge of energy radiated from her weapon as it morphed into a powerful firearm. Without hesitation, she fired a relentless barrage at the monster, her shots stunning it with deadly precision.

The distraction gave me my opening.

Leaping high into the air, I summoned two inferno daggers, their fiery glow illuminating the battlefield. As I descended, I drove both blades deep into the monster’s thick hide.

The beast roared in agony, writhing as its lifeforce was drained away.

Kokoro didn’t let up. She continued her onslaught, her firearm unleashing a relentless storm of energy rounds that kept the monster staggered.

Even as the creature weakened, its voice remained steady yet grim. "Even in death, others will rise to take my place."

Then, with one final, earth-shaking thud, the monster collapsed.

A cloud of dust and smoke billowed into the air, signaling the end of the battle.

As the haze cleared, Kokoro approached me. I exhaled deeply, allowing my XPT to revert me back to my human form.

But just when we thought it was over—

The monster, clinging to the last shreds of life, made its final move.

With its remaining strength, it lashed out.

I barely had time to react.

The creature’s massive claw struck Kokoro, piercing through her chest. Her eyes widened in shock as blood spattered onto the rubble-strewn ground.

Then, the monster finally gave up the ghost. Its body went still.

Kokoro staggered back, barely holding herself upright. She dropped to one knee, her other leg bracing her weight as she clutched the wound.

The strike had missed her heart—just barely.

Her healing magic kicked in immediately, but I wasn’t about to take any chances. Ignoring her weak protests, I placed my hand over the wound, channeling my XPT’s energy to accelerate the healing process.

She sighed, exasperated. "You don’t have to—"

"I insist."

Once she was stable, we turned to face the ruined landscape before us.

Kokoro let out a heavy sigh, grief evident in her eyes.

The village was in ruins. So many lives lost. So much destruction. Even though we had won, the cost was immeasurable.

And the rebuilding… that would take more than just time.

It would take strength. Determination. And the will to move forward.

No matter what came next.

Kokoro stepped forward, standing atop a high piece of debris, her gaze sweeping over the ruins of her village. The weight of the devastation hung heavily in the air. She sighed, searching for the right words—not just to acknowledge their losses, but to inspire courage in those who remained.

I stood not far from her, watching in silence.

And then, she spoke.

Her voice, steady yet filled with raw emotion, carried through the shattered remnants of our home. She reminded the people of their past struggles, of the hardships they had endured to reach this point. She didn’t deny the pain, the grief, or the fear that gripped them now. Instead, she embraced it, turning it into a rallying cry.

"This is not the end of us," she declared, her words cutting through the heavy silence.

She spoke of the sacrifices made by those who had fallen, honoring their bravery. She reminded everyone that their loss would not be in vain—that adversity did not break them; it forged them.

Slowly, those who had survived nodded in understanding. Even in their sorrow, her words gave them something to hold on to. A reason to move forward.

Then, she turned to me.

There was something unspoken in her gaze as she gestured for me to join her. I hesitated for a moment before stepping up beside her. From this vantage point, I could see the faces of the remaining villagers—hope flickering in their eyes despite the devastation surrounding us. But beneath that hope, I also saw fear. Worry. Uncertainty about how they would rebuild, how they would move on from this tragedy.

The weight of their pain pressed into me.

I wanted to do more than just speak. Words weren’t my strength—not like they were for Kokoro. Maybe some of my other variants had that gift, but I was different. I wasn’t just moved by their sorrow; I felt it.

And I knew what had to be done.

Before I could even turn to my XPT, it already understood.

"Are you sure?" It asked me telepathically.

"Yes."

It didn’t hesitate.

As I closed my eyes, my XPT energy surged, spreading out like a golden wave across the entire village. The survivors watched in stunned silence as the luminous energy enveloped the fallen—those who had perished in battle, their bodies broken and lifeless.

I could have called upon Lady Death for help. She had always been willing to assist me. But this time, I chose not to burden her. This was something I needed to do.

The moment stretched, the air thick with anticipation.

Then—life returned.

One by one, the dead stirred. Wounds healed. Eyes opened. Breath filled lungs that had once been still.

Gasps of shock and disbelief echoed through the village. Loved ones who had been lost only moments ago now stood, reunited with their families. Tears of sorrow became tears of joy.

Even Kokoro and Grandma Haruko stood in awe.

Kokoro turned to me, her expression a mixture of gratitude and concern. "Why did you do this?" she asked softly.

She already knew the answer.

She reached out, touching my arm as she reminded me of the cost—how my XPT energy had been drained, how I had willingly sacrificed a part of myself to make this happen.

I simply shook my head. "It was the right thing to do."

My XPT had agreed.

Kokoro's eyes shimmered with unshed tears before she stepped forward and embraced me. It was warm. Grateful. Filled with unspoken emotions.

But even as we broke apart, I knew—I was far from done.

There was still more to do.

I turned to face the entire village, finally finding the right words.

"No more." My voice carried across the broken landscape, firm and resolute. "I will never let you lose your loved ones again. This world has taken too much from you—too much from us. But that ends today."

A hushed silence fell over the crowd. I could see it in their eyes—grief, hope, disbelief. And yet, beneath it all, a spark of something deeper. A yearning for strength.

"It’s time," I continued. "Time for you all to grow beyond just healing magic. Time for you to gain the power to protect, to fight, to ensure this never happens again."

Gasps rippled through the villagers. Whispers spread among them.

Before I could speak further, Kokoro’s voice cut through the moment.

"If you do this, it will drain what little is left of your XPT," she warned, stepping forward. Her concern was evident, laced with unspoken emotions.

I only smiled at her. We both knew the limits of my XPT energy. We both knew the cost.

"It’s alright."

Still standing atop the wreckage, I turned to face her fully. Kokoro was the leader of this village, their high priestess, their guide. If anyone was to receive this power first, it had to be her.

I placed a hand on her shoulder, closing my eyes as I channeled my energy. My XPT pulsed, surging through her in a radiant wave.

At that moment, Kokoro gasped, her eyes glowing with celestial light as a holographic projection appeared before her—a vision only she could see. It presented her with a choice:

Immortality or mortality.

I knew what she would choose even before she did.

Kokoro had seen firsthand the burden of immortality. She had watched me bear it, the weight of endless time. She knew it was both a blessing and a curse.

And so, she chose to remain mortal.

It was the right choice for her.

Yet even as she retained her humanity, my XPT had other plans. It granted her more than she had ever imagined.

Her priestess magic evolved, growing beyond what even she could comprehend. Her healing abilities became absolute, capable of mending wounds that defied nature itself. But more than that, she awakened as a demi-goddess.

Unbeknownst to us, my XPT had not simply enhanced her—it had transformed her.

Her aura expanded to planetary levels, her presence radiating divine energy. She had become one of the most powerful magic users in existence, an A-rank High Priestess beyond mortal limits. The gift of foresight now flowed within her in abundance.

She could create, merge, mimic, and invent any form of magic at will. The laws of magic and science bent to her command, making her the first of her kind—a Magitech High Priestess.

As the last of the energy settled within her, Kokoro opened her eyes. They shimmered with newfound power, the weight of her transformation settling upon her.

But we were far from finished.

I stretched out my hands.

A final surge of XPT energy erupted from me, sweeping across the entire village.

Gasps of awe filled the air as golden light enveloped every villager. They trembled, their bodies absorbing the power, their minds awakening to newfound abilities. No longer were they bound to healing magic alone.

Some awakened elemental magic, bending fire, water, earth, and air to their will.

Some unlocked the forces of chaos and blood magic, tapping into raw, untamed power.

Some embraced dark and black magic, weaving shadows and mystery.

Others mastered white magic, bringing forth purity and light.

A few even discovered reality magic, wishcraft, and imagination magic—arts that defied logic itself.

They were no longer just healers. They had become warriors, protectors, sorcerers of limitless potential.