Author: Renegade

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 47

    For eons beyond human comprehension, Ignost had reigned as the apex predator of the food chain. Born destined to be the absolute ruler of a world, he now felt an indescribable terror.

    Was this how humanity had felt when it first beheld the vastness of the universe, before even learning to wield fire?

    Just gazing into the eyes of this immense being that filled the entire imagined world sent shivers down his core, as if his very essence, his foundation, was being denied.

    ‘That’ was not something he could even begin to perceive. How could he possibly comprehend a higher-dimensional existence that did not belong on the same plane?

    Their dimensions, their very levels, were different.

    As the tidal wave of fear surged over him, rendering him unable to stand, he still managed to lift his head and look up at the sky.

    Reverence.

    Like a devout believer beholding a god, like a creation receiving its creator, an overwhelming fusion of fear and awe surged forth.

    [Ahh… O supreme being…]

    Step. Step.

    As Taeseong advanced toward him, the enormous blue flames flickered violently, like a candle’s last desperate dance before being snuffed out by the wind.

    The once-mighty flames that had illuminated this world now teetered on the brink of extinction.

    The heir of the Spirit King.

    The purest of flames.

    In an act of despair, it let out a silent scream.

    Now, to Taeseong’s eyes, Ignost’s entire form appeared as a single crystallized entity.

    “…….”

    The unfathomable wolf that had once engulfed the world had vanished without a trace, yet Ignost still perceived Taeseong as that wolf.

    [Ahh… this is truly…]

    At last, as Taeseong opened his mouth, Ignost’s massive form was wholly drawn inside.

    Crunch. Crack.

    Taeseong chewed the flames as though they were mere flesh, his expression calm. Swallowing, he then spat something into his hand.

    It was a small ember.

    At some point, Taeseong’s eyes had turned crimson—a consequence of consuming Ignost, the Pure Flame.

    He had devoured more than 80% of Ignost’s essence, the very source of the Pure Flame, leaving only a tiny ember behind.

    The reason he deliberately left that 20% was for Sooah.

    Considering that even when she had lost control, she hadn’t been able to wield even 30% of Ignost’s power, this much should be enough to prevent another rampage.

    ‘Even when she lost control, Sooah couldn’t even tap into 30% of Ignost’s power. This should be sufficient.’

    Had it been up to him, he would have erased her abilities entirely, returning her to an ordinary human life. But in the end, Sooah was now the administrator in the Tree.

    Unless she chose to step down, she would at least need enough strength to protect herself. If she ever wished for a normal life, he would consume the remaining ember as well.

    Taeseong approached Sooah, who lay collapsed on the ground. Holding her unconscious form, he imprinted the ember onto her forehead.

    “…Sooah.”

    “O…ppa?”

    Like a child just waking from a dream, Sooah slowly opened her eyes, her face filled with disbelief as she looked at Taeseong.

    “…Is it really you?”

    Without a word, Taeseong nodded. Sooah’s voice trembled, thick with emotion.

    “You… you’re really my brother? You came back?”

    “…Yeah. I’m sorry for being late.”

    At that single sentence, all the emotions she had been holding back erupted, and tears began streaming uncontrollably from Sooah’s eyes.

    “Why! Why! Why did you take so long! Do you know how long I waited…? Our family… all of us waited only for you…”

    Sooah clenched her tiny fists and pounded against Taeseong’s chest. Though her frail hands were as light as cotton, Taeseong felt as if his heart were being torn apart.

    “I was so… so… scared…”

    “I’m sorry. I was late. I’m so sorry.”

    “You promised you’d come back soon! You said you’d come quickly! Mom and Dad and I! We all waited only for you… So why did you take so long…?”

    “…….”

    “Huaaaang!”

    There was nothing he could say except that he was sorry. Holding the weeping Sooah in his arms, he gently stroked her back.

    “I was so scared! Mom and Dad were gone, and weird people kept coming to our house… And there were all these strange voices in my head…”

    “…You’ve been through so much, my Sooah.”

    “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you so much! If you had come earlier, Mom and Dad would still be alive! I wouldn’t have suffered like this! It’s all your fault! Everything is your fault!”

    As he comforted Sooah, Taeseong suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

    Only then did he realize—his actions right now mirrored those from the past, when he had consoled her as a child.

    Taeseong finally understood why the blurry image of young Sooah overlapped with the weeping girl in his arms.

    —”I hate you! I hate you! You said you’d be back in two nights, but it’s already been a whole week! You liar! It’s all your fault!”

    “…I won’t leave you alone anymore.”

    “…Really? You promise? You’re not lying again, are you?”

    Taeseong nodded and extended his pinky finger.

    Sooah’s eyes widened.

    Because whenever she had thrown tantrums as a child, this was how Taeseong had always soothed her.

    “I promise.”


    A weary-looking Xiao Yun spoke in a low voice as he faced the administrators before him.

    Beside him, Ito, in tattered rags, was gasping for breath.

    “Haa… They just keep coming endlessly.”

    “…Yeah.”

    All around them, dozens of administrators with severed limbs lay sprawled across the ground. Fortunately, there were no fatalities. No matter how much special immunity Xiao Yun had, killing this many administrators would not be something he could simply walk away from.

    “Well, I can handle the consequences. But what about you, Ito? An incident of this scale won’t just end with simple disciplinary action.”

    “…I’ll worry about the aftermath later. But as the only subordinate you have, I figured I should at least stand witness to the great captain’s family reunion.”

    Xiao Yun let out a dry chuckle at that remark. While he himself had immunity, Ito, a mere Gamma-ranked administrator, would not be able to withstand the repercussions.

    Risking everything for some ridiculous captain act—this guy was just as insane as ever.

    “What about Yato?”

    “She was struggling not to let me through, so I just put her to sleep and left her behind.”

    “Crazy bastard.”

    “Haha.”

    “Well, at least you’ve got a bit of style. That’s why I like you.”

    When the incident broke out, the Korean administrators had immediately tried to rush to the scene, but due to the lockdown of the break room, they were completely stuck.

    In other words, Xiao Yun and Ito had been fending off this many administrators on their own all this time.

    But now, they were reaching their limit. The Beta-ranked administrators who had been on special duty were finally making their way here.

    ‘One of them has arrived already.’

    Xiao Yun and Ito were both utterly exhausted.

    Even for Xiao Yun, one of the strongest among the Beta-ranked administrators, it was difficult to handle a coordinated attack from Gamma-ranked ones.

    Moreover, he was fighting with the restriction of not being able to kill.

    For someone like Xiao Yun, whose every technique was designed to kill, this was like playing chess without a queen or a rook.

    Realizing how things were unfolding, he couldn’t help but curse at Taeseong.

    “That goddamn bastard, when is he coming out?”

    A Gamma-ranked administrator standing opposite him spoke up.

    “Administrator Xiao Yun, stop escalating the situation. No matter how strong you are, you won’t be able to hold out much longer.”

    “Oh, that’s rich, coming from someone who stood back and watched while his colleagues were getting their limbs torn apart.”

    A dagger floating in midair shot toward the administrator who had just spoken.

    “…!”

    Crash!

    The Gamma-ranked administrator was sent flying, a hole punched through his abdomen, before slamming into the wall.

    The other administrators remained silent, merely observing the situation.

    They had already experienced his overwhelming strength firsthand, and none of them had the courage to step forward recklessly.

    Time was on their side, after all.

    Soon, more Beta-ranked administrators would arrive, and they could join forces then.

    “That’s enough, Xiao Yun.”

    Jingle. Jingle.

    A chilling bell sound rang from afar.

    Gray mist spread across the area, and a man dressed in the distinctive white hemp robes of an Onmyoji slowly approached.

    His name was Ashiya Doman.

    A legendary Onmyoji (Sorcerer) of Japan and a Beta-ranked administrator of the Tree.

    With each shake of his bell, an immense energy vibrated through the air, and powerful shikigami began to manifest one by one around him.

    “The old monster from the Heian era has arrived.”

    “A man who values strength and chivalry but never learned courtesy, I see. But then, a madman like you wouldn’t know such things anyway.”

    “I may have a youthful face, but I’m not so young that I need to use honorifics.”

    “Tsk. You’re nothing more than a child.”

    “…Must be nice being that old, huh, old man?”

    Even as he spoke, Xiao Yun was keeping an eye on Ito from the corner of his vision.

    With each ring of the bell, Ito groaned in pain and slammed his head against the floor.

    ‘Of all people, it had to be that damn old man…’

    For Ito, who was a shikigami, Ashiya Doman was practically an absolute existence.

    ‘This might be the end.’

    Just then—

    Step. Step.

    A black-haired man emerged from the isolation chamber.

    In his arms, he carried the current entity known as the Pure Flame and former administrator, Lee Sooah.

    As soon as he stepped out, the air in the entire area grew heavy.

    Just by his presence alone, all the Delta-ranked administrators and below felt their breathing tighten.

    “……”

    “……”

    His eyes, now burning red like blazing flames, slowly scanned his surroundings.

    “Am I a little late?”

    Xiao Yun let out a hollow curse at the sight, while the pained Ito managed a weak smile.

    “A little? You crazy bastard. You said you’d be back in twenty-five minutes—it’s been a whole hour!”

    “Captain…”

    Looking at the two ragged administrators, Taeseong gave them a brief nod of gratitude.

    Then, after handing Sooah over to Ito, he walked past them.

    “Xiao Yun, Ito. Good work.”

    “……”

    “From here on, I’ll take over.”

    Step. Step.

    In the tense silence, only the sound of Taeseong’s footsteps echoed.

    He stood tall before the administrators who filled the hallway, then slowly opened his mouth.

    “My name is Lee Taeseong.”

    His voice, deep and low, spread through the air.

    “The girl behind me is my younger sister, Lee Sooah.”

    At that moment, everyone present was utterly captivated, as if entranced by his words.

    Even Ashiya Doman was no exception.

    “I have stopped Sooah’s rampage. However, if anyone still wishes to harm my sister…”

    As Taeseong reached into the air, a rift tore through space, and a crude, ash-colored sword emerged.

    The moment he gripped the blade, blue flames erupted from his right hand, and his burning eyes filled with killing intent.

    “Then from this moment forward, I will consider you an entity to be eradicated.”

  • The Regressed Extra Becomes a Genius Chapter 47

    “Magician Kim Jinwoo, you’ve done well.”

    With the incident resolved,

    I underwent about twenty minutes of questioning by the dispatched investigators from the Mage Association.

    Fortunately, the woman who had been victimized by Jo Seong-hoon gave a clear account of the situation, allowing the investigation to conclude swiftly.

    Moreover, after analyzing the electronic devices found on the criminals, it was revealed that they were indeed responsible for the Incheon terrorist attack, causing quite a commotion.

    Thus, the Seoul Station terrorist attack planned for next week was preemptively prevented.

    “Haa…”

    I took a deep breath of the cold night air and pulled out my smartphone from my pocket.

    The time had already reached 10:20 PM.

    “…I’m exhausted.”

    This week had been one of the most eventful in recent memory.

    Taking midterm exams, facing an attack from the demons, and fighting terrorists—But days like this would surely come again. I needed to be prepared.

    “Yaaawn…”

    I just wanted to go back and rest.

    Just as I was about to put my phone back into my pocket and head toward the portal gate—

    Ding!

    A notification sounded from my phone.

    [Want to meet up for a bit?]

    It was from Han Se-yeon.


    A high-end bar with an antique interior.

    In this cozy atmosphere, I quietly sipped my drink.

    “You were right. Jo Seong-hoon really was behind the Incheon terrorist attack. They found a large stockpile of magical explosives at his hideout.”

    Han Se-yeon, seated beside me, murmured while scrolling through the news on her phone.

    I casually picked up a piece of fruit from the platter on the table and popped it into my mouth.

    “Have I ever been wrong?”

    “No, and that’s why it’s so fascinating. How do you know these things?”

    I poured myself another drink.

    “Just a hunch.”

    “Hunch, my foot…”

    I smirked and took a sip. The expensive liquor had a pleasant sweetness.

    [Character ‘Han Se-yeon’ finds you mysterious.]
    [You’ve earned 500 points as a reward.]

    “So, why did you ask to meet?”

    I looked into her eyes. She met my gaze directly.

    “Do I need a reason to meet someone?”

    “You, of all people, wouldn’t call me out without a purpose.”

    Han Se-yeon was a meticulous and calculating person. There was no way she had invited me just to chat.

    My response must have struck a nerve, as she let out a small, awkward smile.

    “…As expected, I can’t fool you.”

    Her honesty made me chuckle.

    She pouted slightly before speaking again.

    “I wanted to offer you a job at Hanseong Group.”

    “I refuse.”

    Without a moment’s hesitation, I shut her down.

    She narrowed her eyes.

    “I can pay you handsomely.”

    “I don’t need money. You know I’ve been making plenty of it recently.”

    “Mm… Yeah, I know. I know all too well.”

    She muttered under her breath.

    It seemed she had anticipated this response, as she didn’t push further.

    Instead, she just grumbled to herself, looking somewhat disappointed.

    I downed the last sip of my drink and checked the time.

    11:20 PM.

    I had classes tomorrow, so it was time to head back.

    “It’s getting late. Let’s call it a night.”

    “What? Already?”

    “I have to leave early tomorrow. Don’t you have work, too?”

    “Yeah, I’m super busy with business preparations, so I have to be at the office by 6 AM.”

    Slightly tipsy, her cheeks flushed as she made a sulky face.

    It was oddly endearing, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

    “You’ve been mentioning business a lot lately. What exactly are you working on?”

    “Well… um. Never mind.”

    “Come on, tell me.”

    After a brief moment of hesitation, she finally spoke.

    “A dungeon hotel business. Basically, a massive dungeon was discovered in the southern regions. It’s big enough that it would take at least thirty years to fully clear. The plan is to build a hotel there and provide supplies and accommodations for the mages exploring the dungeon.”

    A dungeon hotel…

    I had a vague idea.

    It had been briefly mentioned in the original story, and I had seen news about similar projects in my previous life.

    “Drop it. It’ll definitely fail.”

    “…What?”

    Her mouth slightly parted in shock.

    Then she frowned and asked,

    “On what grounds?”

    “My hunch.”

    “Oh, come on!”

    She snapped in frustration, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

    “Dungeons might seem scarce now, but what if, suddenly, they start appearing everywhere?”

    “So you’re saying the supply of dungeons could surpass the demand?”

    “Exactly.”

    It was just a casual statement, but in reality, I knew it would happen.

    In about three months, a massive dungeon would emerge right in the heart of Seoul.

    And that was just the beginning.

    New towers and dungeons would start appearing at an unprecedented rate.

    “But that’s just your prediction.”

    “And when have I ever been wrong?”

    “…Never. And that’s the problem. My brother is really invested in this business.”

    She murmured, looking utterly defeated.

    “Then just hand it over to him. If his business tanks, that benefits you, doesn’t it?”

    “…Just give it up? Do you even know how much I’ve invested in this—ugh!”

    She groaned and slumped over the table.

    It was a far cry from her usual composed self, making her seem more… human.

    “Now you’ve got me second-guessing everything!”

    She stomped her foot in frustration.

    So she gets cuter when she’s drunk, huh?


    I arrived at the bus stop near the school.

    It was late at night, and the streets were deserted.

    After undoing my disguise as Kim Jinwoo, I slowly made my way toward the mage academy.

    “Haa…”

    Walking alone at night, still slightly buzzed, I suddenly felt sentimental.

    I started humming a tune as I gazed up at the night sky.

    The stars shone brilliantly against the dark canvas.

    Back on Earth, I had never seen them this bright.

    “Beautiful…”

    “What is?”

    “Ahh!”

    Startled by the sudden voice, I turned around.

    Choi Seo-yoon was standing there, watching me with a curious expression.

    At the social event, she had been wearing an elegant dress, but now she had changed into casual clothes.

    “Agh, you scared me.”

    My lingering intoxication vanished instantly.

    How the hell did she sneak up on me without making a sound?

    “Why are you so jumpy? Guilty conscience?”

    “You just came out of nowhere!”

    “Were you talking to yourself while staring at the sky?”

    “…Yeah.”

    “Wow. Senior, you’re surprisingly sentimental.”

    Choi Seo-yoon giggled. With traces of makeup still on her face, her smile looked stunning.

    “But what were you doing out so late? It’s already 11:40 PM.”

    “And what about you?”

    “Well… I had my reasons.”

    Choi Seo-yoon let out a deep sigh, her face filled with distress. Knowing her circumstances, I looked at her with a hint of sympathy.

    Choi Seo-yoon was the heir to the Choi family, one of the five great magical households.

    As a daughter of such a prestigious lineage, she was constantly under her family’s watchful eye.

    Her father, Choi Jae-hyung, likely had her running around all night, forcing her to socialize under the excuse of building future connections.

    On top of that, some of his acquaintances had serious character issues.

    “…You’ve been through a lot.”

    That was all I could say. Interfering in other people’s affairs wasn’t really my style.

    [Character ‘Choi Seo-yoon’ finds small comfort in your words.]
    [You have earned 500 points as a reward.]

    But it seemed that my simple words held more meaning for Choi Seo-yoon than I expected.

    She smiled faintly as she looked at me.

    Then, suddenly—

    “Ugh.”

    Choi Seo-yoon wrinkled her nose and pinched it.

    “…Senior, you reek of alcohol.”

    “…”


    The next day, Monday.

    Early in the morning, I headed down to the dormitory cafeteria.

    To ease my hangover, I filled my tray with light foods, avoiding anything too greasy.

    Slurp.

    One sip of soup, and its spicy, rich flavor instantly soothed my hangover.

    ‘Damn, that hits the spot.’

    Maybe I should try the side dishes too.

    As I focused on my meal, a message suddenly appeared before me.

    [6,624 people are cheering for you.]
    [You have earned 5,000 points as a reward.]

    [You have achieved the ‘Silver Star’ milestone.]
    [You have earned 10,000 points as a reward.]

    ‘…Whoa.’

    I just made a whopping 15,000 points. Earning such a large sum at once could only mean that news of my exploits had started spreading in earnest.

    I opened my smart student notebook and checked the latest online articles.

    「Mage Kim Jinwoo, who resolved the Han River demon incident, now tackles magical crime」
    「Mage Kim Jinwoo resolves two major incidents in a row—public interest skyrockets」

    Skimming through the articles, I could tell that public opinion was overwhelmingly positive. The content was well-written too.

    If I keep resolving incidents like this, I might be able to earn points like a steady pension.

    That aside, I had been racking up quite a few points recently…

    Maybe I should check my balance.

    [Current Points: 43,500]

    “Oh.”

    A solid 43,000 points.

    That was more than I had expected.

    With just a bit more, I could afford a decent A-rank trait or skill.

    Or maybe I should save up for an S-rank trait instead.

    “Hm…”

    That was something I needed to think through carefully.

    I didn’t have an endless supply of points, after all.

    Just then—

    [Some instructors at the Mage Academy feel proud of you.]

    [You have earned 3,000 points as a reward.]

    “…What the hell?”


    I found out why the instructors were feeling proud of me right after the morning assembly.

    It was because the results of the midterm exams had been released.

    “The results are out!”

    “Oh no, I’m scared to look.”

    “Ugh, I’m nervous.”

    Students checked their scores using their smart student notebooks. Some groaned in despair, while others cheered with joy.

    I, too, quickly checked my results.

    ━━
    [2nd-Year Midterm Evaluation Results]
    [Kim Sunwoo][Class 2-A]

    [Practical – Rank 34]
    [Theory – Rank 1]

    [Overall – Rank 72]
    ━━

    34th in practicals and 1st in theory.

    Not bad.

    It was a bit of a shame, though.

    If this were a regular school, where rankings were based on semester grades, I would’ve jumped straight into the top 20.

    Unfortunately, the Mage Academy used an aggregate ranking system, which combined scores from all semesters.

    So, I couldn’t break into the highest ranks just yet.

    ‘Still, this is a huge improvement.’

    Since midterm grades had a lower weight in overall ranking, this didn’t make a massive impact.

    But I had still climbed from 150th place all the way to 72nd.

    Compared to the other students, my rank had improved drastically.

    [You have achieved the ‘Dramatic Rank Improvement’ milestone.]
    [You have earned 5,000 points as a reward.]

    [You have achieved the ‘Escaping the Bottom’ milestone.]
    [You have earned 2,000 points as a reward.]

    [You have achieved the ‘Theory Rank 1’ milestone.]
    [You have earned 10,000 points as a reward.]

    On top of that, I had just raked in a massive amount of points.

    With this, my total balance had now reached 63,500 points.

    Between yesterday and today, I had earned nearly 50,000 points.

    “Heh.”

    As I basked in my success, a message notification popped up on my smart student notebook.

    [Kim Sunwoo, have you checked your grades?]

    It was from Instructor Lee Hee-young, the teacher for Manifestation-type magic.

    She contacted me more often than my own homeroom teacher, Jang Ancheol.

    [Yes, I just checked.]

    [Your ranking improved significantly—congratulations. Also, you’ve been accepted into the special talent class we discussed. Most of the other teachers were in favor of it.]

    “Oh…”

    This would give me more opportunities to naturally involve myself in certain key events from the original storyline.

    Of course, with how much the plot had already deviated, I wasn’t sure how much that really mattered anymore.

    Still, getting closer to important figures could only be beneficial.

    [That’s great news. When does the special class start?]

    [The exact date hasn’t been set yet. It’ll probably begin sometime this week.]

    This week?

    In the original story, it was supposed to start next week.

    “…Hm. It’s not a big deal, I guess.”

    [Oh, right. The official announcement will be posted this evening, so keep an eye out.]

  • Logging Out Is Too Hard Chapter 8

    “Hmm…”

    Woojin paused in front of the boss room, contemplating.

    [ Dungeon Entry Time – 3 minutes 32 seconds ]

    Surprisingly, he had defeated fewer than ten goblins on his way here.

    [ Krrrk… Krrrk… ]

    Only the goblin champs had dared to challenge him, briefly slowing him down.

    The rest cowered in hiding, too afraid to attack.

    “There is a function to hide names on the dungeon board… but would an absurd record like this be too suspicious?”

    Even if players wouldn’t find out immediately, the administrators would definitely investigate.

    “Well…”

    But soon, he chuckled. He was worrying about something pointless.

    “Whether I clear it in five minutes or ten, I’ll still attract attention.”

    Why?

    Because he was alone. Setting a first-place record through solo play? That was supposed to be impossible.

    “If I’m going to be suspected anyway…”

    Then it was better to make sure everyone remembered him.

    Boom—!!

    Woojin forcefully kicked aside the branches blocking the entrance.

    [ Entering the Boss Room. ]

    [ Human… ]

    A musty stench filled the dilapidated room.

    An old goblin sat on a crude wooden throne, crafted from wood and stone.

    [ How dare… this place… ]

    Schwick—.

    “You talk too much.”

    In an instant, Woojin closed the distance and drove his sword into the goblin lord’s shoulder.

    [ Guaaaaahhh!! ]

    The lord screamed in agony.

    But the more he cried out, the deeper Woojin’s blade sank into his flesh.

    “As expected, a boss is different.”

    Woojin muttered as he withdrew his sword, looking down at the lord.

    “The other ones died in a single hit, so I didn’t get to properly test it.”

    [ Grr… Grrk…!! You… you bastard!!! ]

    Dragon’s Sky – First Form: Severe.

    Zzzzt…!! Zzzzzt…!!

    A sharp blue spark crackled along Woojin’s blade.

    The moment he applied a bit more strength,

    Schwick—.

    The goblin lord’s body was sliced cleanly, like cutting through tofu.

    [ …Grrk? ]

    The lord stared at Woojin blankly, as if he couldn’t comprehend his own death.

    [ Goblin Lord has been slain. ]

    As if delivering a death sentence, the system announced the end of its life.

    [ Congratulations. ]
    [ Your level has increased. ]
    ▶ 10 → 12

    As the goblin lord crumbled into ashes, a wooden chest appeared where he once stood.

    The reward chest.

    ‘Since this is a beginner dungeon, it probably won’t have anything amazing…’

    Just as he reached for the chest, a system notification rang in his ears.

    [ Dungeon Entry Time – 5 minutes 12 seconds ]
    [ Dungeon Board record has been updated. ]
    [ Would you like to register your name? ]

    Woojin shook his head.

    The administrators would find out eventually, but the players were a different matter.

    ‘Right now, my stats are barely at the level of a 30s-level player. If my name gets out, the top ten clans might interfere.’

    For a moment, he considered joining one of those top ten clans.

    But he immediately dismissed the thought.

    ‘All my skills and runes come from another world. My stats are at a level impossible through normal gameplay.’

    Seeking their protection would only raise further suspicion.

    [ Your name will be recorded as ??? on the Dungeon Board. ]
    [ Dungeon Board record has been updated. ]

    [ 1st Place ??? (1 player) – 5 minutes 12 seconds ]
    [ 2nd Place Kerga’s Party (4 players) – 15 minutes 37 seconds ]
    [ 3rd Place Tramel’s Party (4 players) – 16 minutes 21 seconds ]

    “Nice.”

    Looking at the dungeon board, Woojin smirked.

    [ Congratulations. ]
    [ You have reached 1st place on the Dungeon Board. ]
    [ Title – Swift Hunter acquired. ]

    [ Dungeon Board update time: within 10 minutes. ]
    [ Everyone will be amazed by your extraordinary hunt. ]
    [ The title’s effect has changed. ]

    [ Swift Hunter → Agile Hunter ]

    [ Number of participants: 1 confirmed. ]

    [ This is a hunt that has reached the realm of the divine. ]
    [ This unprecedented record will spread across the continent. ]
    [ The title’s effect has changed. ]

    [ Agile Hunter → Rapid Hunter ]

    “Oh…?”

    As the title applied, a green light enveloped Woojin before dissipating.

    [ Rapid Hunter ]

    ▶ Rank: Heroic
    ▶ Description: A title granted to those who achieve 1st place in a field dungeon – Goblin Nest Time Attack through solo play.
    ▶ All stats +5
    ▶ Trait: Agility – Movement speed +10%
    ▶ Trait: Stealth – Monsters take longer to detect your presence.

    ▶ Skill: Acceleration – Doubles all skill speeds for 1 second.

    ▶ The title’s effects increase every time you set a new record in a time-attackable dungeon.
    (However, if another player surpasses your record, the current effects will decrease, and the title may disappear.)

    “Hah…”

    Woojin was at a loss for words.

    “A title that strengthens every time I update the dungeon board…”

    It was already incredible, but what if he broke every remaining record?

    “Status window.”

    Name: Khan
    Class: Warrior
    Level: 12
    Strength 30(+25) Agility 20(+35) Endurance 25(+40) Conviction 15 Dexterity 25(+20) Tactics 25
    Total Points: 230
    Remaining Points: 10

    Traits: Adventurer, Solitude, Dragon Slayer, Indomitable, Agility, Stealth
    Title: [ Rapid Hunter ]

    ‘Even conviction and tactics increased, which can’t be raised with runes.’

    After checking his stats, Woojin nodded with a satisfied expression.

    Years had passed since Evil Tale launched, yet there was still an attribute that remained largely unknown.

    That was Faith.

    Though it was clearly present in the status window, the effects and growth methods of Faith were still a topic of heated debate.

    ‘Some say that a high Faith stat is required to advance into second-tier professions like Saintess or Paladin in the Church faction…’

    There were various theories—some claimed Faith could be increased by acquiring relics or artifacts in dungeons, while others suggested hunting undead monsters.

    But since no one had ever reached level 99, the requirement for a second-tier advancement, there was no way to confirm if Faith was truly necessary for job changes.

    ‘But isn’t it strange? Why does everyone assume Faith must be a holy-type attribute?’

    At some point, discussions in the in-game community had begun treating Faith as an essential trait for priests.

    As a result, relics and artifacts occasionally dropped from dungeons were being sold at exorbitant prices.

    ‘They say you can only absorb holy power from relics and artifacts under specific conditions or through a quest to increase Faith…’

    That was considered the usual theory.

    The problem was that no one had actually proven they had successfully absorbed holy power from a relic or artifact.

    ‘Still, the rumor that Glory Union, one of the top ten clans and the one with the largest number of priests, continues to collect relics and artifacts is enough to sway people.’

    The blind faith of the weak—believing that whatever the strong do must be the right path.

    ‘Glory Union has never commented on the Faith attribute.’

    Even if they were gathering those items for an entirely different purpose, the majority of players couldn’t ignore their actions.

    ‘Whether by their own will or not, the movements of a top ten clan will inevitably influence public perception.’

    Unless someone appeared who could overpower them, Evil Tale would remain under the control of the top ten clans.

    Click.

    Woojin opened the reward chest.

    [Would you like to check the reward chest?]

    All he had done was clear a dungeon inhabited by goblins—monsters considered the weakest.
    But this was only the beginning of an overwhelming presence announcing itself.


    ▶ Goblin Hide Infused with Mana × 10
    ▶ Crude Potion × 1
    ▶ Contaminated Mana Potion × 1
    ▶ 30 Silver
    ▶ Expanded Mana Stone of the Goblin Lord

    Opening a reward chest was always an enjoyable moment, but as expected of a low-level dungeon, the rewards were nothing special.

    Except for one thing that caught Woojin’s attention.

    ‘A Goblin Lord’s Mana Stone?’

    In Evil Tale, mana stones were valuable items.

    And if the mana stone had a unique name attached to it, that increased its worth even further.

    ‘Still… It’s just a Goblin Lord. How much could it be worth?’

    Even in beginner zones, there were mana-type monsters like Nagas and Nymphs, far superior to goblins in stats.
    What piqued his curiosity was the modifier in front of Mana Stone.

    ‘Was there ever something like this?’

    Name: Expanded Mana Stone of the Goblin Lord
    Grade: Rare
    Description: A mutated mana stone that occasionally forms when a mana-type monster is killed just before casting a spell.
    ▶ Contains more than twice the mana of a regular Goblin Lord’s mana stone.
    ▶ Handle with care.
    ▶ Expanded mana can cause a powerful explosion with minimal physical impact.

    It was something he had never seen before.

    ▶ When used, the Expanded effect increases mana by 1.5 times.

    “……”

    Reading the description, Woojin unconsciously rubbed his eyes.

    ‘…1.5 times?’

    Mana stones typically increased a fixed amount of mana when absorbed.

    But that increase was always a static number, never a multiplier.

    ‘If mages find out about this, they’re going to lose their minds.’

    An item that multiplied mana instead of simply increasing it by a set amount was practically priceless for magic users.

    ‘How has something like this remained undiscovered until now?’

    After a brief thought, Woojin let out a smirk.

    It was simple—because it was impossible to obtain.

    Dungeons had level restrictions.

    Higher-level players could enter, but they wouldn’t receive item drops if they exceeded the dungeon’s level cap.

    ‘A high-level player could easily one-shot a Goblin Lord, but because of the level cap, they wouldn’t get any loot.’

    Even with the best equipment currently available, a level 15 player one-shotting a Goblin Lord was practically impossible.

    ‘This is probably something the developers added in advance for a future update.’

    The real question was when that update would happen.

    It might take months, or even years, before this item became obtainable under normal circumstances.

    ‘This won’t be the only one.’

    “…I’m going to clear out every last dungeon.”

    Woojin’s gaze gleamed as he looked at the dungeon board displaying his records.

    “I’ll wipe them all out.”

  • Struggle for Supremacy in the Demonic Path Chapter 6

    Bang!

    The Narakdo pierced through the man’s back and embedded itself deep into the iron door. The man’s body, which had been writhing as it hung from the blade, soon went limp. He had not been one of the hundred greatest experts in the martial world, but he had been strong enough to crush ordinary masters with ease. His death was empty and meaningless.

    Yeo Ga-hwi’s legs gave out, and he collapsed on the spot.

    Yuwol didn’t spare him a glance. Instead, he reached into his robe and pulled out a small medicine bottle, looking down at Pungma’s corpse with an unreadable expression.

    Then, he tilted the bottle.

    Sizzle—

    Smoke rose as the lightning-shaped wound began to melt away, accompanied by a foul stench.

    Yuwol slowly turned to look at Yeo Ga-hwi.

    “Gah!”

    Startled by that gaze, Yeo Ga-hwi hiccupped. He was facing someone who would even destroy a corpse to hide his martial arts. There was no doubt about what would happen to him after witnessing everything with his own eyes.

    As he trembled, hiccuping pathetically, Yuwol stepped toward him.

    Yeo Ga-hwi’s last desperate struggle for survival began.

    “D-Do you take me for a fool? That list of names is fake! If you kill me, my companion will send the real list to both the Orthodox Alliance and the Demonic Alliance!”

    “It doesn’t matter.”

    “W-What?”

    “It’s fake anyway.”

    “Wh-what did you say? That’s impossible! I confirmed it through the Tong-eui-mun Sect myself—!”

    “The Tong-eui-mun Sect members you met were all fakes. A fabrication of our Ink Dragon Corps.”

    Yeo Ga-hwi stood in stunned silence, completely shocked. His hiccups had stopped as if they had never existed.

    “Then… all of this was a trap?”

    His voice was now trembling with tears.

    “You said you only came to retrieve an item…”

    “The item I spoke of… was not that item.”

    “What…?”

    Yuwol reached out his hand, and the Narakdo embedded in the iron door shot out, flying into his grip. The corpse of the gatekeeper that had been hanging from it tumbled down the stairs.

    Staring blankly at the fallen corpse, Yeo Ga-hwi finally understood.

    The ‘item’ Yuwol had come to collect was Pungma’s life.

    And his own.

    Tears streamed down Yeo Ga-hwi’s face.

    “Please… spare me.”

    But Yuwol’s response was chillingly indifferent.

    “In the martial world, people die over a single silver coin. You dreamed of a fortune worth a million taels—surely you don’t find it too unfair?”

    Swish!

    With a sharp slicing sound, Yeo Ga-hwi’s head flew into the air.

    Yuwol rummaged through the corpse, retrieved the banknote, and then slowly ascended the stairs. As he walked, he pulled something from his robes and rolled it to the ground. A small bead tumbled down the steps.

    At the moment Yuwol stepped out and closed the door behind him—

    BOOM!

    The underground chamber collapsed in a thunderous explosion.


    And then…

    How much time had passed?

    Rustle.

    From beneath the rubble of the collapsed stone chamber, someone stirred.

    Astonishingly, it was the middle-aged man in a flowery robe—the very first person who had seemingly died.

    Rising to his feet, he stretched his arms wide, as if waking from a deep sleep.

    Crack, crack!

    The sound of bones grinding together echoed from his chest, which had been shattered by Pungma’s strike.

    Hummmm—

    A tremendous aura surged from his body.

    It was unmistakably demonic energy.

    And shockingly, it surpassed even that of Pungma and Yuwol.

    Plop.

    The face mask, which had perfectly imitated the expression of the flamboyant man, slipped from his face and fell to the ground.

    He turned toward the iron door Yuwol had disappeared through. His back shook lightly.

    He was laughing.


    Chapter 3: Ninefold Demon Devouring Art

    Three days later, at dawn.

    Divine Demonic Sect’s headquarters in Great Sky Mountain.

    In the front yard of the Black Wind Squad’s residence, the Whirlwind Pavilion, the loud voice of Bai Wei, the Fourth Squad Leader of the Black Wind Squad, rang out.

    “Shit! Let me go!”

    Two men firmly held his arms. They were warriors from the Command Pavilion. Standing before them, silent, was a middle-aged man—the Black Commander, who had led the Command Pavilion warriors here.

    Bai Wei’s expression turned ferocious. He was a head shorter than the two men holding him, and his height was always the first thing people noticed. However, the real reason he left a strong first impression wasn’t his size but his body—his copper-toned muscles looked tough enough to make a sword spark upon impact. Even when he smiled with good intentions, people instinctively flinched, wondering, Why does he look like that?!

    And now, with his face contorted in rage, he truly looked like a Demonic God of Fury.

    His weapon was a mighty bow so strong that ordinary experts couldn’t even draw it, earning him the title Dominating Demon Bow.

    “Let go, or I’ll kill you!”

    The two warriors holding him looked troubled. Bai Wei was unrelenting, and they kept glancing back and forth between him and the Black Commander.

    “You can’t.”

    “If you don’t let go by the count of three, I’m gonna start breaking bones! One! Two! Three!”

    Thunk!

    Without waiting for a response, Bai Wei slammed his forehead into the face of the warrior holding his right arm.

    Blood gushed from the warrior’s forehead as he staggered back.

    Bai Wei then snapped his head toward the man on his left and barked,

    “One! Two—!”

    The warrior flinched in terror and instantly let go, jumping back several steps.

    Smack!

    But at that moment, someone struck the warrior hard on the back of the head.

    It was the Black Commander.

    “You idiot! You just let go because he told you to? How the hell am I supposed to trust fools like you?!”

    The Black Commander sighed, rubbing his temples, then turned to Bai Wei with a scowl.

    Bai Wei clicked his tongue.

    “So what now?”

    Without a word, the Black Commander swung his hand.

    Smack!

    Bai Wei’s head snapped to the side.

    A moment later, he slowly turned back, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

    “You just hit me?”

    The Black Commander repeated the words right back at him.

    “You just hit me?”

    Smack!

    The Black Commander struck him again, sending Bai Wei’s head whipping in the opposite direction.

    Demonic energy flared from Bai Wei’s body.

    But the Black Commander met his gaze head-on and shouted,

    “Yeah, I hit you! Do you even know who I am?!”

    The Command Pavilion was the Divine Demonic Sect’s internal affairs and oversight division, responsible for investigating corruption within the sect. Along with the Scarlet Tiger Corps, they were one of the two most powerful factions under the direct command of the Heavenly Demon himself.

    The Command Pavilion’s authority was so great that even the Six Demon Lords, the highest-ranking elders, had to be carefully around them.

    The Black Commander, who had just struck Bai Wei, was a veteran among the Thirty-Six Black Commanders.

    “Shit, so what if you’re in the Command Pavilion?”

    At Bai Wei’s crude response, the Black Commander’s eyes sharpened.

    “You little bastard! Just because you’re in the Black Wind Squad, you think you can do whatever you want?”

    “If I’ve done nothing wrong, why are you dragging me away?”

    “If you’re innocent, you have nothing to worry about. An investigation will prove it.”

    “And if you lock me in a dark room and start making up crimes? Isn’t that your usual trick?”

    “Oh, so you wanna go all out, huh?”

    “I don’t know, damn it! Who the hell is overseeing you guys?”

    The Black Commander, as if he no longer saw any value in dealing with the situation, snapped irritably at his subordinate warriors.

    “What are you waiting for? Take him away!”

    Shaking off the warriors’ grasp, Bai Wei shouted again.

    “To hell with the Black Commander or whatever! Let’s settle this like men, one-on-one!”

    The Black Commander looked at him, dumbfounded.

    At that moment, two men walked out side by side from the building.

    It was Jinpae of Iljo Hall and his right-hand man, Seo wong.

    “Hey, what’s going on?”

    At Jinpae’s stern question, Bai Wei shouted back in frustration.

    “Hyungnim! Is this how it’s supposed to be? They won’t even tell me what’s going on and just try to drag me away. I swear I’m innocent!”

    His terrifying face looked as if tears might start falling at any moment.

    Jinpae raised a hand to calm Bai Wei, then turned to the Black Commander.

    “What’s this about?”

    At Jinpae’s appearance, the Black Commander eased up a little. Jinpae was the oldest of the Black Wind Corps’ captains, and he was known to act with the wisdom befitting his age.

    “Captain Jin, a word in private.”

    The Black Commander pulled Jinpae aside.

    He whispered in Jinpae’s ear.

    “A report came in about internal corruption. Even for you, Captain Jin, I can’t say more than that.”

    “Internal corruption?”

    Jinpae looked surprised, but the Black Commander wore an uncomfortable expression and said nothing more.

    “I understand. Thank you.”

    Jinpae nodded, indicating he got the message.

    He turned to Bai Wei and spoke reassuringly.

    “Just go quietly. Don’t worry about what comes after.”

    Perhaps because he couldn’t defy Jinpae’s words, Bai Wei sighed in resignation and allowed himself to be taken away.

    Even as he was dragged off, his mouth didn’t stop running.

    “I’m innocent! You lot better brace yourselves. You three! Get back home right now and spank your kids’ butts a few more times while you still can. If I’m found innocent, I’ll skin you alive and bury you right here side by side! I swear to the heavens, I’m innocent!”

    And with that, Bai Wei was taken away by the warriors of the Command Pavilion.

    Watching him go, Jinpae muttered with concern.

    “That bastard’s temper will cause a mess even after he’s locked up. He’ll end up shouldering a crime he didn’t commit… We need to get him out fast.”

    Hearing this, Seo wong scratched his head awkwardly.

    “Hmm… That might be a little difficult.”

    “Why?”

    Seo wong hesitated for a moment.

    Sensing something, Jinpae pressed him.

    “You know something, don’t you? Spill it!”

    With a resigned look, Seo wong answered.

    “Well, isn’t it obvious?”

    Jinpae stared at him, and suddenly, realization dawned on him.

    “Don’t tell me… That bastard actually took money?”

    “…Yeah.”

    “Damn it. How much did he take?”

    “Seems like about three thousand nyang.”

    “What? Three thousand nyang? That crazy bastard! Since when did you know about this?”

    “…Last month, during their squad’s gathering, he invited me and a few of my guys to a big drinking party. Bai Wei got drunk and let it slip. Said he took some under-the-table money from the Xing’an branch lord during a previous operation. The guy was desperate to join the main headquarters.”

    Jinpae turned to look in the direction Bai Wei had been dragged off, wearing an incredulous expression.

    “So that bastard took three thousand nyang and still shouted about being innocent? Just what kind of sky was he swearing his innocence to?”

    “Well, technically speaking, he’s not guilty. Baek Captain isn’t the type to interfere in appointments. He just took the money and kept his mouth shut. He didn’t ask for it first.”

    Jinpae exploded.

    “You idiot! How is that any better? That bastard. If Elder Yu finds out, he’s dead meat.”

    Seo wong pouted and muttered.

    “You always go on about Elder Yu when he’s not around, but in front of him, you grovel.”

    “You—!”

    “Haha, just joking. But did Elder Yu return already? That was quick.”

    “He barely stepped inside before getting summoned.”

    “To where? The Command Pavilion?”

    Jin Pae shook his head and silently raised a thumb.

    At that moment, Yuwol was stepping into the Heavenly Demon Palace’s lord’s office.

    As he entered, Bi Unseong greeted him warmly.

    “Oh, Elder Yu, you’re here.”

    Inside the room was also the Grand Strategist, Sa Dobin.

    After offering a respectful bow to Bi Unseong, Yuwol gave Sa Dobin a slight nod.

    Sa Dobin returned it with a friendly smile.

    “Come, have a seat. It’s been hot lately. You must be exhausted.”

    Bi Unseong grasped Yuwol’s hand and guided him to a seat.

    “Where are you coming from?”

    “There was a dispute between Seokcheon’s branch and the dispatched Ghost Shadow Unit.”

    “I see. Was it resolved properly? Well, since you went yourself…”

    “Seokcheon agreed to yield.”

    “Haha. That must have pissed off Dugu a bit.”

    Dugu was the master of Seokcheon.

    At that, Sa Dobin interjected cautiously.

    “He probably expected this outcome anyway. Making a fuss was just his way of asking for attention.”

    Bi Unseong nodded.

    “Shall we find him a position in the inner ranks next year?”

    “I’ll consider it.”

    “Now, have some tea before it gets cold.”

    Yuwol took a sip. In the sweltering summer, the taste of hot tea had its own charm.

    “And here.”

    Yuwol pulled out a ledger and a fake registry from his robe and handed them to Sa Dobin.

    Slipping them into his own robes, Sa Dobin quietly asked.

    “Who was it?”

    “It was Senior Pungma.”

    As if he had expected this answer, Sa Dobin simply nodded.

    “We might be in for a bit of trouble.”

    He was referring to the Demon Sword.

    “I’m prepared.”

    Bi Unseong, who had been quietly drinking his tea, feigned ignorance. If the Seokcheon operation was a public mission, Pungma’s case was a secret one, led by Sa Dobin. Naturally, Bi Unseong knew about it, but publically, it was a matter of discretion.

    Setting his teacup down, Bi Unseong casually asked.

    “By the way, have you met our Seol yet?”

  • Gatekeeper Of The Boundless World Chapter 41

    Could this be…?

    Shen Ye held his breath, his fingers trembling as he opened the message.

    It was a video.

    He clicked on it urgently.

    The shaky camera captured a young girl in a white dress standing by a railing.

    The moonlight illuminated her graceful figure, but she never turned around, leaving only her silhouette for the camera.

    The night was vast, the moon cold and boundless.

    She gazed out over the shimmering, endless river.

    Frosty moonlight outlined her delicate form, the wind tousling her long hair—like an ethereal goddess descended to the mortal world.

    Suddenly.

    A male voice spoke:

    “Song Qingyun, what kind of boyfriend do you want in the future?”

    The girl still didn’t turn around. Resting her chin on her hand, she continued gazing at the moonlit river and replied lazily:

    “I’ve never thought about that before.”

    Another male voice followed:

    “You can think about it now. After all, you’re almost an adult—who knows how many young men are eagerly waiting.”

    The speaker seemed to carry some authority.

    At that, several people joined in, urging her to share her thoughts on her ideal partner.

    Perhaps unable to resist their coaxing, the girl brushed her windblown hair aside, turned slightly, and looked toward the camera.

    Her eyes sparkled like a sea of stars, her brows were delicate as a painting, and her skin was as fair as frost and snow. When she smiled, there was a clever, lively charm about her.

    The moonlight draped over the river’s surface as she proudly lifted her chin, allowing the vast night and moon to frame her figure within the camera’s view.

    Such beauty—yet she remained unaware, unconcerned, as if—

    She never deemed herself among the common blossoms.

    Her lips parted slightly, her voice soft and warm, melodious and touching:

    “I remember when I was little, during the New Year, I visited the Shen family once.”

    “My little sister and I were chased by a fierce dog, and only Shen Ye stepped forward to stop it.”

    “Shen Ye was very kind. I’ve always remembered him.”

    “If I had to find a boyfriend—”

    “I’d want someone like him.”

    The screen went black.

    Darkness filled the video.

    A moment later, the wind, the moonlight, the laughter—all disappeared.

    The person filming seemed to have entered a quiet place.

    The camera pointed at the floor.

    A male voice spoke: “Shen Ye… who is that?”

    Another male snickered: “Already looked him up. Just an ordinary guy, completely irrelevant to her now.”

    “Are you sure you understand Song Qingyun’s feelings? What if she goes looking for him?” another voice asked.

    Silence.

    Then, the authoritative voice from before spoke again:

    “Figure something out. I don’t want to see that Shen Ye appear in front of Qingyun.”

    The others responded immediately:

    “Don’t worry, it’s a small matter.”

    “This kind of thing doesn’t even need us to handle personally.”

    “We’ll just hire someone—make it look like an accident.”

    “Easy…”

    “It’s just a matter of money.”

    The authoritative voice concluded, “Mm. Send someone to play with him. Just a little lesson.”

    The screen turned black again.

    The video ended.

    Shen Ye closed his eyes.

    He had imagined countless possibilities.

    He once thought they were targeting the Shen family, or that someone wanted to kill him to hurt his parents, or even that his past self had accidentally uncovered some secret.

    He had even—

    Even suspected that someone had discovered another world’s soul hidden in this body and wanted to eliminate him.

    But never—

    Never had he imagined that this would be the truth.

    Such absurdity.

    Silently, he stood up, turned, and walked out of the room, descending the still-intact staircase.

    The walls were lined with corpses.

    The corridors were filled with corpses.

    Even the ceiling dripped with bloodied bodies.

    All of them were watching him.

    Not just the ones in the hallways—every corpse on the walls turned their gaze toward him.

    “You all… seem to have something to say to me?” Shen Ye asked.

    A girl in a hotel uniform said, “Thank you for your effort, for killing that demonic man.”

    “Yes,” a policeman added, “we were no match for him. He killed us all, and only you avenged us.”

    The other corpses echoed their agreement.

    Shen Ye shook his head, unable to find words.

    What nonsense.

    That man was chasing me.

    I dragged you all into this.

    And that shadow just now—what was it?

    At that moment, a corpse finally voiced the question buried deep in their heart:

    “I really want to know… why did that demonic man kill us?”

    Shen Ye opened his mouth but had no words—only an unbearable suffocation in his chest.

    Xiao Mengyu was too fast.

    He couldn’t keep up at all.

    The giant skeleton had to protect him and had no choice but to abandon the pursuit.

    He was too weak…

    Damn it.

    He clenched his fists.

    Damn it all!!!

    Suddenly, he lifted his gaze and spoke with solemnity:

    “All of you—if possible, I hope you’ll choose a better place to be reborn.”

    “I hope that in another world, you can live with dignity.”

    “And not like this—dying helplessly, unjustly, clinging to life in pain and regret, leaving your loved ones in sorrow.”

    “—Go now.”

    “Don’t linger. Don’t hold onto this place.”

    “One day, when I am strong enough to uncover the truth and find the one behind this—”

    “I will kill him.”

    “I swear I will.”

    The corpses listened quietly to his vow, then whispered among themselves, quickly spreading the word.

    Before long—

    Every corpse in the hotel knew.

    —The young man had sworn vengeance.

    “Thank you…”

    “If you get the chance, please avenge us. But first, you must survive.”

    “You must live a long, healthy life.”

    “We hope you grow stronger and destroy that mastermind.”

    “We will bless you from the underworld.”

    “Live well.”

    “….”

    Each corpse thanked him, blessing him.

    He gave no response—only let his gaze sweep over each corpse, as if listening intently.

    The giant skeleton murmured, “The spell binding them has ended. They are returning to the afterlife.”

    Shen Ye still did not react.

    —Only one sentence echoed in his mind:

    “Send someone to play with him…”

    Play.

    He walked through the hotel lobby and stopped.

    The real Shen Ye had died days ago.

    Chen Haoyu was dead.

    Luo Feichuan was dead.

    Tens of thousands in this district were all dead—

    Every single one of them had parents, mentors, friends—some even had siblings, children.

    They should have had their own lives.

    But they were all dead.

    Their corpses were bound here, unable to move, trapped under the control of a blood magic ritual.

    And this was just playing?

    This was just—

    A small lesson?

    Something in his heart ignited.

    Yet, he only pressed his lips tightly together, his face pale and cold.

    —Some unknown presence still lurked nearby.

    He still needed to stay calm.

    Suddenly.

    A distant female voice called out:

    “You’re still here.”

    Xiao Mengyu landed lightly in the hall.

    “What was that shadow?” Shen Ye asked.

    “It got away—it’s far stronger than expected, definitely not human. I suspect it’s related to ‘Calamity.’ If we provoke it, the consequences would be unimaginable,” Xiao Mengyu said.

    “‘Calamity’?” Shen Ye repeated.

    “Yes—I just sensed an unusual force field, probably something it accidentally leaked,” Xiao Mengyu replied.

    Shen Ye nodded silently.

    He had seen ‘abnormalities’ before.

    It was said that ‘Calamity’ was even beyond ‘abnormalities’—capable of destroying an entire city with ease.

    So Xiao Mengyu choosing not to chase it was the wisest decision.

    —This girl was considerate, too. Even with the large skeleton standing beside him, she didn’t ask a single question.

    Xiao Mengyu sheathed her sword and gave Shen Ye a slight bow.

    “Your power lingered on me, granting me many insights. Now, I’ll send you back. Then, I need to find a safe place to begin strengthening myself,” she said.

    Shen Ye glanced at her.

    The “Holy Shelter” status above her head would last a while longer.

    Hopefully, she would break through in strength.

    But before that—

    “I watched the video you sent, but there are still things I don’t understand,” Shen Ye said.

    —He had risked his life to come here for this matter.

    Xiao Mengyu was silent for a moment before speaking softly:

    “I’ve investigated everything, but it’s complicated. I suggest you don’t ask too much.”

    “Who were those people?” Shen Ye asked directly.

    “You should leave. I won’t tell anyone you were here,” Xiao Mengyu said.

    “Who are they?” Shen Ye insisted.

    “They’re heirs of major noble families. I couldn’t find anything more specific,” Xiao Mengyu finally said.

    “I remember you seem to be from a noble family too,” Shen Ye remarked.

    “Not just me—actually, so are you. But our families are far beneath theirs,” Xiao Mengyu replied calmly.

    She continued, “I’ve already exposed this matter. Everyone who died in this district today—it was all because of them.”

    “My brother died the same way.”

    “This matter needs to have a resolution.”

    “What resolution? Will they be brought to justice? Or executed?” Shen Ye asked.

    “No…”

    Xiao Mengyu looked at him, sighed, and said:

    “Maybe after a long time, they will be punished.”

    “Punished?” Shen Ye repeated.

    “Some scolding, being grounded—things like that. Maybe they’ll compensate you and my Luo family a little,” Xiao Mengyu said, shaking her head.

    “That’s just a joke,” Shen Ye said expressionlessly. “They made a move, but failed to kill me. They accidentally killed your brother instead. Next, they’ll do everything to erase you and me—so that we don’t come back for revenge in the future.”

    Xiao Mengyu said, “But… their families are among the strongest in the world. Song Qingyun, especially, is the center of everyone’s attention.”

    She lowered her head.

    “I’m just one person…”

    “Even our Luo family is nothing but an ant beneath the moon compared to them,” she said.

    Shen Ye said, “So you’ll likely be hunted by those noble heirs soon, and no one will help you.”

    “This is the price I pay for seeking the truth,” Xiao Mengyu said.

    She paused, then continued:

    “Honestly, we should be grateful that we encountered an assassin like the ‘Skinner’ this time. He cares more about his own feelings than the mission itself.”

    “Otherwise, if it were any other assassin of his level, they definitely wouldn’t have told us the truth.”

    “We probably never would have known.”

    “The entire assassin team is dead now. I hope that brings some comfort to my brother’s soul.”

    “Farewell.”

    Xiao Mengyu said all this in one breath, gave Shen Ye a slight bow as if afraid to look at his face, then turned and left.

    The surroundings fell silent.

    She walked step by step toward the exit.

    Shen Ye suddenly spoke: “If you had the power to kill all those noble heirs… would you do it?”

    Xiao Mengyu lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly. Her voice was cold:

    “Don’t joke. Their families are unimaginably powerful—they are the foundation of human civilization. If I do anything, my family would—”

    “Forget all that. I’m just asking—are you willing?” Shen Ye interrupted.

    Buzz—

    Her longsword vibrated violently.

    She could no longer suppress it. With a cry of rage and despair, she drew her sword and slashed at the street outside.

    Boom—!

    The entire street was split open, and the buildings across from them slowly collapsed.

    The girl wiped her tears, gripped her sword, staggered forward a few steps, and ran off.

    She was gone.

    In the corpse-littered building, only Shen Ye remained.

    He stood there for a moment, then suddenly stretched lazily, a bright smile appearing on his face.

    “It’s over. Time to go back.”

    “What do you plan to do about this?” the large skeleton asked, intrigued.

    “I thought I had some deep-seated grudge with them, but turns out they were just playing around. Nothing to think about,” Shen Ye smiled.

    “I don’t believe you,” the skeleton said.

    “Life’s about being happy. Just let things go,” Shen Ye said.

    He waved around and called out:

    “Hey, whoever’s hiding—if you don’t come out, I’m leaving!”

    No response.

    Shen Ye climbed onto his ghostfire motorcycle, put on his helmet, and prepared to leave.

    “I don’t believe a word of what you just said,” the skeleton remarked.

    “You don’t understand humans. We believe that life is hard enough as it is, so we must pursue happiness,” Shen Ye spread his hands.

    “But that doesn’t mean you should let yourself be slaughtered,” the skeleton said, frustrated.

    “This is our pursuit as humans. I will tirelessly chase this happiness and make sure my life is full of joy,” Shen Ye said.

    “How exactly will you chase it?” the skeleton asked, sensing something.

    “Isn’t it obvious? They want to play, so let’s play—until I kill them all, one by one, as an offering to today’s innocent souls… and to get my revenge. At that moment, I will be truly happy—so much so that I won’t feel like this life was wasted,” Shen Ye said.

    “That, I can believe,” the skeleton said happily.

    It turned into a wisp of ghostfire and entered Shen Ye’s ring.

    The ghostfire motorcycle roared to life and shot out of the building, speeding down the street.

  • About a Dating Sim Where Dating Is Impossible Chapter 102

    To Protect, One Must Abandon.

    This simple yet brutal truth is all the more unforgiving for the weak. Resources are always limited, while the things that must be protected are endless.

    The are only two choices available: attempt to protect everything, knowing it is beyond one’s means, or discard all but the few things that truly matter. Could there be a heavier question for a leader who has followers depending on them?

    Ideals and reality.

    If one were to choose between the two, they would naturally wish for the ideal. Yet what awaits at the end of that path is nothing but a beautiful tale—or at best, a tragic end. The undeniable truth is that no one wants their struggles, their very lives, to be reduced to mere stories of triumph or grief.

    Everyone desires a happy ending. They want to enjoy in a life of abundance, to scream in joy and exhilaration. They all crave it—even if their happiness comes at the cost of someone else’s subjugation and tears.

    And so, the second choice was made.

    Once the decision to abandon was made, hesitation was no longer an option. One by one, sacrifices were made. And where did that lead? Burning cities, forcing innocent sacrifices, and now, demanding even the lives of loyal subjects. How many more must die? Is it truly the right path to try and revive an empire on the brink of destruction against the Ottomans?

    Sovereignty and freedom upon a land laid to waste, or prosperity promised through chains and subjugation.

    Which of the two do people truly desire? And are they worth the sacrifices being made?

    At first, there was no understanding of those who fought for values like honour and glory. But upon realizing the worth of sovereignty and freedom, those ideals were taken upon these shoulders. And yet, now comes the creeping doubt—what if all this is merely leading to even more bloodshed?

    Could it be that, under the noble cause of sovereignty and freedom, the path taken is the wrong one?

    No answer comes from personal contemplation alone, nor from looking around for guidance. Even turning to the Red Cross, laden with expectations, yields no promise of peace. Is even more sacrifice still needed? Sighing changes nothing. Blood must flow—whether it is that of those who follow or those who stand in opposition.

    And if blood must be shed, then let it be that of the enemy.

    Even with such resolve, reality awaited. The Morea army was on the verge of collapse. To retreat to Corinth, a rear guard was necessary to draw Murad’s attention and attacks. There was no way for all to survive. Against overwhelming force and cold steel, the only way to tip the scales of war was to place a weight upon them.

    For the retreat to Corinth to succeed, someone had to die—someone other than oneself. And Murad could never be allowed to see through this intention. In the end, those who volunteered for the rear guard would die in the cruelest, most wretched manner. The moment they believed they would not be abandoned was precisely when they would be cast aside.

    Perhaps it would be better to hope for a miracle and fight to the last man. That way, regardless of victory or defeat, all would meet a death of meaning. If successful, it would be the best possible outcome. But had this truth not been repeated time and time again?

    One must not pursue the best possibility at the risk of losing all possibilities.

    A last stand is only an option when no other means remain. And Murad is not the only one seeking to encircle the enemy. The fate of this war will be decided in Corinth. If Murad is pinned down there, the empire will claim victory; if not, the triumph will be his.

    The moment eyes fell upon the ragged gypsy, kneeling and presenting a sealed letter with both hands, intuition struck.

    “Genoa is making its move.”

    Venice, wary of Genoa’s fleet gathering near Patras, would soon respond. Whether they protested diplomatically or moved their own fleet, either outcome was favourable. The cautious Venetian Senate would likely prefer military preparations to avoid any unintended clashes. But their true intentions in the Aegean, and those of Genoa, were irrelevant.

    What mattered was how Murad would perceive the sudden movement of two maritime powers.

    Since their crushing defeat at sea during the reign of Sultan Mehmed, the Ottoman fleet had never fully recovered. Now, between the two storms that were Genoa and Venice, they would inevitably be pressured. And this was only the beginning.

    “Cannons… A formidable weapon indeed. I had thought the true age of gunpowder had yet to arrive.”

    The fifteenth century was an era of chaos—not merely because old powers fell and new conquerors rose, but because the very nature of war was shifting. No longer was warfare dominated by knights and cavalry; the slow transition to infantry and artillery had begun.

    This was the fifteenth century.

    From now on, cannons must be factored into the calculus of war. Especially when dealing with the Ottomans, who had the capability to transport them discreetly.

    A countermeasure would be essential.

    Though an enemy, admiration was inevitable.

    Indeed, cannons were Murad’s best and most effective means of countering a delaying strategy. A new pattern had emerged—one that shattered the old premise of relying on fortress walls. But Murad was not the only one doing his utmost. Hidden beneath seemingly meaningless sacrifices and deception lay the true intention.

    —Murad had to believe that this war was solely between Morea and himself.

    It was crucial to hold his attention firmly in place, preventing him from easily detecting foreign intervention. To achieve this, there had to be room for Murad to misinterpret the intended strategy. That was why the intervention of Epirus had been deliberately delayed—to conceal the planned involvement of the two maritime powers before Murad’s descent into central Greece.

    Preserving Epirus’s strength was a factor, but ultimately, the true purpose was to keep it in the background—allowing it to serve as a bridge for negotiations with Genoa while Murad still believed it was uninvolved. And if Genoa attempted to intervene in the Aegean, Venice was certain to respond immediately.

    It was exceedingly rare for both Venice and Genoa to act at the same time.

    Either they were on the brink of clashing with each other, or…

    …a Crusade had been declared.

    Of course, no such Crusade was coming. The key was to make Murad misinterpret the intentions of the Western powers. The timing of these movements would seem far too coincidental for mere posturing. He might be able to guess who had set things in motion, but not what would come of it. The only certainty was that he would soon deem further delays to be dangerous. In his desperation to crush Morea, he would push forward even deeper.

    Meanwhile, Morea’s territory had to be preserved as much as possible. And it could not be allowed to collapse instantly due to its numerical inferiority. That was why Corinth had been chosen as the final battleground. The Isthmus, with its natural constraints on maneuvering, would prevent the Ottomans from fully leveraging their numerical advantage.

    But no decisive battle would take place there.

    That location had never been meant for a final confrontation.

    Now, the fate of the empire—whether it would endure or meet its end after centuries—was no longer in these hands. Instead, it rested in the capital, where a single answer awaited. Everything depended on one person.

    The one who had once thwarted the former Sultan Mehmed’s southern Greek campaign.

    The one who held that answer.

    “Father, this unworthy son has done all that he could.”

    A vague sense of what that solution might be began to take shape. If his father possessed something that could stir the Anatolian beyliks into action…

    He bit down hard on his lower lip, suppressing his frustration. The encirclement was nearly complete.

    “He must think he is the one laying the trap.”

    But Murad would soon realize his mistake.

    The knot he believed he was tightening around his enemy had been set around his own neck as well. The rope had been cast over them both.

    —And so, the path led to Corinth.

    Even if it meant sacrificing thousands of lives.

    Even if it meant killing Adrianos, who had trusted and followed him to the very end.

  • I Am the Only Tower Master Chapter 15

    After clearing the intense second-floor trial, Yushin was now able to use second-tier magic beyond first-tier magic.

    From the second tier onwards, elemental magic appeared.

    “Now, which one is faster?”

    Yushin’s magic and Ha Jinho’s flame breath were fired simultaneously.

    Kwaaaaaang!

    The two fireballs clashed at the center, causing a massive explosion.

    The scorching heat surged toward the audience, making people flinch and cover their faces. Thick smoke engulfed the surroundings, blocking visibility.

    “Cough! Cough!”

    “What just happened?”

    With their vision obstructed, everyone was bewildered. However, Ha Jinho, wary of a possible follow-up attack, lowered his stance and prepared another ‘Flame Breath.’

    As he took a deep breath, his abdomen swelled and heated up.

    ‘Once the flames clear and I get a rough idea of his position, I’ll fire again and charge in. I’ll drag him into close combat.’

    But his plan fell apart before he could even execute it.

    Fwoosh!

    A crimson fireball tore through the explosion’s smoke and rushed at him. His flame breath was still rising to his chest.

    ‘This is way too fast…!’

    Kwaaaang!

    The fireball struck him. His body was flung several meters, skidding across the ground before coming to a halt.

    “Urgh!”

    A painful groan escaped his lips.

    Just a single hit had left the salamander’s body in tatters.

    Gritting his teeth, he lifted his head—only to see a magic circle forming right in front of his eyes.

    “……?”

    Before he could do anything, Yushin’s fist emerged from the smoke, passing through the magic circle.

    Thwack!

    A sharp impact sent Ha Jinho flying, slamming into the gymnasium fence before bouncing off and rolling onto the floor.

    By the time he lay sprawled on the ground, his metamorphosis state had already dissipated.

    There was no need to check the mana suit gauge on the screen.

    A facility staff member shouted,

    “Match over! The winner is second-year Kim Yushin!”

    Whooosh!

    With a wave of Yushin’s hand, a fierce wind blew, clearing away the explosion’s smoke.

    The audience finally saw the scene—Ha Jinho lying on the ground, while Yushin stood alone in the center of the stage.

    “…….”

    The previously heated atmosphere of the gymnasium fell as silent as a library.

    Yushin glanced around before smiling in satisfaction.

    Clunk!

    At that moment, the gymnasium doors swung open, and new figures entered.

    “Who the hell is Kim Yushin?!”

    RNG Club President, Yuk San.

    “What the hell? Jinho and Ma Yeon-gyeong already lost?”

    Aegis Club President, Lee Chan-hee.

    The last two club presidents who had received the duel challenge had finally appeared.

    “Welcome, seniors.”

    Yushin politely bowed his head to them.

    “This won’t take long.”


    “Yaaawn.”

    Jin Bora, left alone in the student council office, rubbed her tired eyes and slumped onto the desk.

    The school was in chaos.

    Rumors were spreading about some crazy guy challenging the club presidents to duels.

    Not that she particularly cared.

    ‘So sleepy.’

    Still lying on the desk, she grabbed her smartphone and snapped a quick morning selfie.

    Checking the result, she found it had a nice, natural feel.

    “Looks good. Time to update.”

    Just as she was logging into her social media—

    Click.

    The office door opened, and someone walked in.

    Thinking it might be a student council senior, she quickly sat up—only to see an unfamiliar face.

    Jin Bora sat back down as the man approached.

    It was a hassle, but she had to deal with it.

    Plastering on a bright customer-service smile, she asked,

    “This is the student council. How can I help you?”

    Thud.

    The man wordlessly dropped something onto the desk.

    “……!”

    Jin Bora’s mouth gaped open.

    Club president badges.

    Four of them, no less.

    “We met at the café yesterday, remember?”

    Yushin sat down with a faint smile.

    “I’m here to register as a club president.”

    Too shocked to process it, she stammered,

    “A-All four clubs?”

    “Yeah. There’s no rule against holding multiple positions, right?”

    “N-No! I’ll register you right away!”

    Scrambling, she started typing.

    Yushin, now seated, let out a small sigh and casually fiddled with his smartphone.

    After a moment, he glanced up—only to find Jin Bora staring directly at him.

    The moment their eyes met, she flinched and quickly looked away.

    Yushin chuckled inwardly.

    ‘So far, everything is going according to plan.’


    “Wow! That’s amazing!”

    When I told Jin Bora how I had defeated the club presidents, her eyes sparkled as she let out an excited squeal.

    “You’re like a stormy transfer student straight out of a manga! You know, the kind that crushes the ruling elites and rises to the top!”

    Transfer student? I’ve been here for nearly two years.

    As she typed away, she fired off question after question.

    It was clear she was now interested in me, meaning my initial goal had been achieved.

    “But looking at your records, your grades weren’t great recently. How did you get so strong in such a short time?”

    “That’s a secret.”

    “That’s so unfair!”

    She pouted, sticking out her lips in a mock tantrum.

    So this is what Go Shinwook meant.

    “Are you curious?”

    “Yes! Yes! Super curious!”

    “Hmm. Then… do you have time this afternoon?”

    Her eyes widened in surprise.

    She stared at my face as if trying to read my intentions—then gave a playful smirk.

    “Hmm.”

    Though filled with anticipation, she left some room for ambiguity, glancing at her phone.

    “I should check my schedule first. Why?”

    “I’ll tell you that secret. How about five o’clock after class?”

    “Sounds good!”


    It was finally time for my appointment with Jin Bora.

    I was waiting on the street.

    She was already ten minutes late.

    “Seeenpaiiii!”

    Just then, she came running, waving her hand.

    She wore a denim shirt with a brightly coloured cardigan and a short wrap skirt—clearly, she had put effort into her outfit.

    “Sorry! Sorry! My class ran late…!”

    “It’s fine.”

    Panting dramatically with a hand on her chest, she looked up at me—then scanned my outfit up and down.

    Her expression turned odd.

    “Uh… are you a fan of a European soccer team?”

    “Oh? How’d you guess?”

    “Your outfit…”

    “There’s nothing more comfortable than a jersey.”

    Her face scrunched slightly.

    She mumbled, “But here, it’s a bit…” though I pretended not to hear it.

    “Let’s go in there.”

    Enjoying her reaction, I pointed at a well-known café chain.

    Once inside, we placed our orders.

    I stuck with my usual—iced Americano, year-round.

    Jin Bora, on the other hand, ordered a complicated-sounding frappuccino with dessert.

    “That’s so mean, Senpai!”

    The moment we sat down, she whined.

    “We’re meeting outside, so couldn’t you have dressed up a little?”

    “Sorry, I came straight from practice.”

    Her pout deepened, which, oddly enough, was amusing.

    Sorry, but I had no intention of giving her any false hope.

    She was just someone I was scouting.

    Just then, our drinks and snacks arrived.

    As if her sulky mood had never existed, she brightened up immediately.

    ‘Ah, I’m thirsty.’

    I reached for my Americano—when she lightly pressed my hand.

    “Wait!”

    “……?”

    She adjusted the coffee and dessert’s positions, then started snapping photos.

    Click, click, click.

    Not satisfied, she took shots from multiple angles.

    “……It’s not even food. Why take pictures of coffee?”

    “Hehe.”

    She just smiled cutely.

    “And why my Americano? It’s mine.”

    “It looks better with both in the frame! Also, if I only photograph one, it seems like I’m eating alone.”

    Satisfied with the pictures, she nodded.

    “Okay, you can drink now.”

    …How generous.

    As I sipped my coffee, she was busy reviewing her pictures.

    “Senpai~”

    “What?”

    Blushing slightly, she clasped her hands together and spoke in a cutesy voice.

    “Can we take a picture together?”

    “……Me?”

    “Yes!”

    Honestly, I didn’t want to.

    …But I was the one trying to recruit her.

    For now, I had to play along.

    “……Fine.”

    “Yahoo!”

    She quickly ran over to my side and stretched out her arm, holding her smartphone.

    “Come on, get closer! Hurry!”

    Awkwardly, I leaned in to fit my face into the camera angle. Apparently, that wasn’t good enough for her, because she boldly slipped right into my arms.

    A sudden wave of her scent hit me, making me flinch instinctively. When I shifted my gaze, I found Jin Bora’s pink cheeks right in front of me.

    “Okay, smile! Say cheese!”

    Haah, what kind of situation is this all of a sudden?

    I forced a stiff smile, and she laughed like a refined lady.

    “Hahaha! That smile is way too unnatural! Let’s do one more!”

    After several retakes, I was finally allowed to drink my Americano in peace. Meanwhile, she happily tapped away on her smartphone.

    ‘This girl is way more exhausting than I expected.’

    Out of curiosity, I glanced over and saw that she was logged into a popular social media platform. Intrigued, I opened the same site and searched for Jin Bora’s name.

    ‘…Wait, what? A regular student with 300,000 followers? What the hell is she?’

    I scrolled through her feed.

    There were pictures with senior student council members, photos with handsome foreigners, snapshots with professional hunters—basically, she was surrounded by well-connected people.

    Her selfies and posed shots were particularly striking, with her expressions and angles resembling those of a professional model.

    As I absentmindedly kept scrolling through her posts, a new picture suddenly popped up on her page.

    ‘…Oh, crap!’

    It was the photo we had just taken.

    Seeing my awkwardly smiling face on display made my whole body flush with embarrassment. Below the picture, she had left a short caption.

    [One shot with the trending transfer student, Kim Yushin!]
    #StormOfAStudentTransfer!

    …It feels like reality itself is crumbling around me.

    No, seriously, why would she post something like this? Is this what a clout-chaser’s life is like?

    Seemingly satisfied, she finally started eating the coffee and dessert she had ordered.

    “Anyway, why did you want to meet with me?”

    Finally, she was getting to the main point.

    She was the complete opposite of Jung Seojin.

    “You said you were curious about my secret, right?”

    “Oh, right! Right!”

    She met my gaze and nodded enthusiastically.

    Her hair swayed gently, releasing a pleasant fragrance. Then, as if on instinct, she casually tucked her loose strands behind her ear and smiled with a bright eye-smile.

    Just as I’d heard—this girl was trouble.

    “I don’t mind telling you. But in exchange…”

    “…?”

    I pulled out a small potion bottle from my bag and placed it on the table.

    “I want to see your ability in action. Would that be okay?”

    “Oh, is that all? No problem! You want me to enchant this bottle?”

    “No, not the bottle. Enchant the liquid inside.”

    She tilted her head in confusion but quickly responded, “I’ll give it a try.”

    “It’s been a while since I’ve enchanted a liquid like this. I’m curious about the result, too. Hoo!”

    As she got to work, I immediately activated my Sage’s Eye to analyze the item’s properties.

    Category: Potion
    Effect:

    • [40 HP Regeneration]
    • [Effects stack with repeated use]

    Alright. Now I had a clear reference to compare the enchanted version against.

    Just then, she suddenly stopped and looked surprised.

    “Senpai! What’s inside this?”

    “Why?”

    “The structure feels… strange. Ah, never mind! I’ll keep going.”

    ‘Oh?’

    So her ability isn’t just about strengthening objects—it seems she has to understand their internal structure to some extent before she can apply an enchantment.

    That would explain why she seemed to be struggling with analyzing the potion’s composition.

    I leisurely sipped my coffee as I waited.

    “If it’s too difficult—”

    “No! I can do it!”

    At this point, she wasn’t just doing it for my request—her pride was on the line.

    I had expected her to give up quickly, but she was more persistent than I thought.

    After more than twenty grueling minutes—

    “Done!”

    As she lifted her hands, the potion inside the bottle shimmered with a brilliant glow. I immediately used Sage’s Eye to inspect it.

    Category: Potion
    Effect:

    • [80 HP Regeneration]
    • [Effects stack with repeated use]
    • [+10 Stamina for 30 minutes]

    ‘…!’

    Holy crap.

    No, this was beyond impressive.

    The potion’s effectiveness had doubled.

    She had enchanted it in a single try, despite having no potion-related skills, and her compatibility with this ability was top-tier.

    Her personality was a bit concerning, but with talent like this, she was practically a prodigy.

    I hesitated.

    ‘Letting her go would be a waste. But security is a major issue… Luckily, the restrictions of the Mage Tower should help here…’

    I had to recruit her before the guilds got their hands on her.

    “Happy now? That was exhausting.”

    Completely unaware of my scheming, Jin Bora contentedly munched on her cake.

    Now, how should I approach this?

    “So, are you finally going to tell me your secret?”

    “Alright.”

    I decided to pique her curiosity first. I opened my palm, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

    <Shield>

    Mana swiftly condensed, forming into a magic circle that hovered above my hand.

    “Wow…!”

    Forgetting her composure, she jumped up in excitement, staring at the glowing pattern with pure admiration.

    “It’s beautiful! It looks like a hologram!”

    With a casual clench of my fist, the magic circle dispersed into the air.

    Realizing she had overreacted, she quickly cleared her throat and sat back down.

    “I used this power to take down the senior club leaders.”

    “That’s amazing!”

    “Want me to teach you?”

    “…Huh?”

    Her eyes widened in disbelief.

    “This is magic. Any player who can control mana can learn it.”

    “Wow, that’s really something.”

    …She wasn’t buying it.

    She was just humoring me.

    Come to think of it, I had been using magic openly in front of people, yet no one had ever considered it actual magic.

    At most, they assumed it was just an advanced use of a personal ability.

    It made sense—people in this era were so accustomed to unique abilities that the very concept of “magic” didn’t exist.

    Even if I demonstrated it right in front of them, they would just tilt their heads in confusion.

    If I couldn’t convince her through magic, I needed another approach.

    I considered her personality.

    Attention-seeker. Social media addict. Charismatic troublemaker. Status-driven.

    …Not a single redeeming trait.

    ‘So I just need to grab her attention… but how?’

    After some thought, I shook my head.

    Magic and the Mage Tower were already special enough—what more could I use to intrigue her?

    My plan wasn’t wrong. I just needed to take a direct approach.

    “I actually have a proposal for you.”

    “A proposal?”

    Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

    “Want to work with me on something?”

    “…What?”

    Her expression was half-confused, half-disappointed.

    “Suddenly, out of nowhere—”

    “I’ll pay you 100 million won a year.”

    Her shoulders twitched.

    “You can stay in the academy while working.”

    Now, she was interested. She leaned forward slightly.

    “Is it hunter-related? Or maybe modeling or fashion?”

    “Neither.”

    “Then… something more adult-oriented—”

    “No.”

    Why the hell did her mind always jump to weird conclusions?

    “All you have to do is use your enchantment ability properly.”

    “Ah.”

    Her expression turned oddly cold.

    “I see. So that’s what this is about… You must not have done your research.”

    “Hm?”

    “You’re thinking of enchanting equipment and selling it, right? To be honest, my enchantments wear off after just a few uses. I can’t be a walking customer service center, reapplying them every time.”

    “Not equipment.”

    I shook the potion bottle in front of her.

    “I want you to enchant this. Since potions are single-use anyway, it doesn’t matter if the effect is temporary.”

    “…What even is that?”

    Good. She was halfway convinced.

    I crossed my arms, pretending to hesitate.

    “Where should I start…?”

    I began explaining my business plan without revealing the Mage Tower’s secrets.

    Jin Bora listened intently, her curiosity growing stronger than I had expected.

    We talked late into the night.

    “Oh my! So this actually heals injuries? How did you even make something like this?”

    Finally, she took the bait.

    I reeled her in.

    “Want a tour?”


    TL : She’s surprisingly realistic contrary to other novel female casts which kinda makes her character annoying though.

  • A Veteran Player Becomes a Troublemaker Chapter 22

    1. The land is barren wilderness.

    It’s unsuitable for farming.

    2. The land is dangerous.

    While it might be fine for the next few years, monster attacks will become frequent.

    3. There’s a lack of soldiers to station there.

    If a settlement is established, it will need a defensive force to protect it, but given Schrantz’s current situation, increasing the number of soldiers is a burden.

    In fact, even now, the number of soldiers is excessive for the size of the territory.

    4. Financial constraints.

    “Thanks to your efforts, we were able to minimize the damage, but the reconstruction costs alone are no small matter.”

    While the large number of Greenskins defeated could be sold to cover some of the costs, the fact remains that they’ll have to tighten their belts for the foreseeable future.

    But Ian knew better.

    In fact, this was precisely why they had to develop the uncharted lands.

    It was a project they needed to undertake, even if it meant going into debt.

    ‘Because there are countless resources buried there!’

    The uncharted lands, dismissed as barren wilderness, were rich in underground resources.

    ‘The wilderness near Vilcen definitely has large deposits of iron ore and even small amounts of mithril, right?’

    He even knew that these resources were relatively close to the surface.

    Originally, his plan was to fend off raids from hostile families, slowly build up the military, and then develop the uncharted lands to advance the territory.

    ‘But now, with the monster threat significantly reduced, this is the perfect time!’

    This was the moment when the cost would be the lowest.

    If they waited, the cost would only increase.

    So he couldn’t give up.

    “Father, I’m not suggesting this just to expand our territory for the sake of it.”

    “Then what is it?”

    “It’s about resources.”

    “Resources?”

    “Gems, gold, silver, iron ore. Who knows what might be there?”

    If there were resources buried there, his suggestion would make sense, but such resources aren’t easily found.

    “Still, it’s commendable that you’re thinking about the territory.”

    Hugo’s love for his son flared up again.

    But this wasn’t the response Ian wanted.

    It was clear Hugo had no intention of seriously considering Ian’s proposal.

    ‘No, there really are resources there!’

    Frustration welled up inside Ian, making him feel stifled.

    He knew there were resources there.

    With those resources, Schrantz’s finances could multiply tenfold, becoming wealthy in an instant.

    ‘We need even a little more financial flexibility to better fend off future raids on Schrantz.’

    But he couldn’t just blurt out his inner thoughts.

    If they asked how he knew, he wouldn’t have a convincing answer.

    As he pondered how to respond,

    “Come to think of it, the young master’s suggestion doesn’t seem entirely wrong.”

    Jurdan, who had been quietly assisting with work, suddenly spoke up in Ian’s defense.

    Ian looked at him with a puzzled expression, surprised by the unexpected support.

    “This is unexpected. You, defending Ian?”

    Hugo had a similar reaction.

    Though he hadn’t said it in front of Ian, Jurdan had previously argued that Ian should be expelled from the family before he caused more trouble.

    While Hugo understood that Jurdan’s concerns were genuine and for the family’s future,

    no matter how much of a troublemaker Ian was, he was still Hugo’s son.

    Hearing such things never sat well with him.

    “The young master accomplished something everyone thought was impossible. I didn’t believe in him last time, but this time, I’m willing to trust him.”

    Jurdan glanced at Ian and continued.

    “I’ve also heard that some territories near the uncharted lands in other kingdoms have abundant resources. Perhaps the young master heard similar stories and brought it up to you, my lord. There’s also a reason to give it a try this time.”

    “Hmm…”

    Hugo stroked his well-groomed beard, lost in thought.

    After a moment, he spoke.

    “Then let’s send a small exploration team. How many people do you think would be appropriate?”

    “What about ten? That shouldn’t be too much of a burden.”

    “If you agree, then let’s proceed within the limits of our finances.”

    “Yes, my lord. How long should the exploration period be?”

    “Let’s give them six months.”

    “Understood. I’ll start looking for suitable people.”

    Hugo’s gaze returned to Ian.

    “We’ll proceed with the exploration as you suggested, but if it’s proven to be useless land, we’ll stop immediately. If that happens, don’t harbour any more ambitions for the uncharted lands.”

    Since even Jurdan thought it was worth a try, Hugo proposed a compromise.

    “Understood.”

    Thanks to Jurdan, the proposal was approved, much to Ian’s relief.

    He gave Jurdan a grateful look, but Jurdan had already turned his gaze away.

    ‘He’s avoiding eye contact. He must still dislike me.’

    If this had been before, Jurdan would have dismissed it as nonsense and opposed it, saying it was a waste of money.

    But one thing was clear: change was happening.

    Even Jurdan, who had despised Ian the most, was showing signs of change, and the shift in the family’s attitude would soon become more apparent.



    After leaving the office, Ian headed to where Sera was working.

    “Young master. I heard you just returned. What brings you here?”

    Contrary to her expectation that he’d be resting, Sera was still awake and couldn’t hide her surprise at seeing Ian.

    Ian, with his hands behind his back, looked around the room.

    The interior had changed significantly compared to a month ago.

    On one side were ingredients for potion-making, and on the other were discarded remnants of used materials.

    ‘And this musty smell is still hard to get used to.’

    Alchemists’ labs always had an indescribably unpleasant smell, and this place was no exception.

    Even with frequent ventilation, the smell lingered.

    After a quick glance around the room, Ian replied.

    “What brings me here? I came to check if you’ve been slacking off or studying hard while I was away.”

    At Ian’s joke, Sera smiled.

    “I’ve been working hard to live up to your expectations.”

    “Really?”

    “Of course, young master. Though it’s a bit embarrassing, I even made my first potion a week ago.”

    ‘…She’s already making potions?’

    Ian’s expression turned to one of surprise.

    He had told her to study potion-making before leaving for Vilcen, but he hadn’t expected her to start making potions so soon.

    ‘This is why talent is on another level.’

    She truly was a prodigy destined to become a great mage and alchemist.

    “Is it manageable?”

    “It suits me better than I thought. And I’ve started to enjoy it.”

    Ian smiled contentedly at her response.

    ‘Of course. The entire gaming community went wild when your existence was revealed.’

    With so many players’ experiences to draw from, this outcome was only natural.

    Ian decided to check how much she had grown.

    [Skills]

    ―Herbalism (Beginner) Lv.3
    ―Alchemy (Beginner) Lv.1
    ―Potion Making (Beginner) Lv.1
    ―Magic Studies (Beginner) Lv.1

    ‘Wow. She really worked hard.’

    Seeing her skills improve in just a month gave him an idea of how diligently she must have studied.

    Considering she had to teach herself without a proper instructor, her efforts must have been immense.

    She definitely wasn’t slacking off.

    ‘But Magic Studies?’

    He had planned to have her learn magic after saving Hugo, but she had already started studying it?

    This was unexpected.

    The books he had bought for her didn’t include anything about magic.

    “Are you learning magic?”

    “H-how did you know?”

    Her flustered expression was evident.

    “I can tell just by looking.”

    “You can tell just by looking?”

    Of course, Magic Studies was just basic magical knowledge.

    Simply knowing about it didn’t mean she could cast spells.

    Unlike players, who could instantly learn skills by reading skill books, NPCs had to study and train extensively to master magic.

    Self-teaching magic wasn’t impossible, but it was extremely difficult.

    Ian made up an excuse.

    “I just had a hunch.”

    How? She might have wondered, but Sera seemed to accept it.

    ‘Since he knows about my father’s background, it’s natural he’d know about my mother’s too.’

    When Ian had told her about her father, she had also shared her mother’s story.

    Rimil, born as the child of a concubine.

    Though her magical talent was recognized, becoming a court mage didn’t change how others viewed her.

    Then she met Sera’s father, who was also an illegitimate child.

    Understanding each other’s struggles, they grew close and eventually married.

    After fleeing to the empire, she abandoned her path as a mage and lived as an herbalist.

    “But who taught you?”

    “Of course, my mother has been teaching me.”

    “……Your mother?”

    “Yes.”

    Ian, unaware of the deeper details, blinked in surprise.

    ‘Wasn’t Rimil just an herbalist?’

    When she joined as a retainer, her profession was listed as an herbalist.

    Ian immediately checked Rimil’s skill window.


    [Skills]

    ―Herbalism (Intermediate) Lv.2
    ―Magic Studies (Beginner) Lv.6
    ―Elemental Magic (Beginner) Lv.8
    ―Destruction Magic (Beginner) Lv.6
    ―Support Magic (Beginner) Lv.4


    ‘What the hell?!’

    She wasn’t an exceptional mage, but she was more than capable of contributing in battle.

    To put it simply, Elemental Magic involved creating fire, water, wind, earth, etc.

    Destruction Magic included offensive spells like Fireball or Wind Cutter.

    Support Magic covered spells like Haste, Bind, and Shield.

    ‘……We had a mage in our territory all along.’

    And to think it was Rimil, who had come with Sera.

    ‘Well, her husband was an alchemist favoured by the king of a neighbouring country. It’s unlikely his wife was just an ordinary herbalist.’

    Didn’t they escape together?

    If they had fled from the empire and settled in this village, it made sense. But if they had escaped from the kingdom together, it was unlikely they were ordinary people.

    ‘Why didn’t I think of that?’

    He should have checked her skill window when he first saw Sera’s.

    If he had, he could have brought her along during the monster uprising to minimize casualties.

    Ian regretted only checking Sera’s skill window.

    ‘But what’s done is done.’

    It was already in the past.

    “……”

    Soon, Ian felt Sera’s gaze.

    Seeing her staring intently at him, he was startled.

    ‘Oops!’

    Realizing he couldn’t let her know he didn’t know the details, he quickly spoke.

    “Ah, now that you mention it, I remember. I’ve been so busy lately, I completely forgot.”

    Even to himself, it sounded like a lame excuse.

    “Is that so?”

    Fortunately, Sera seemed to accept it.

    In truth, Ian was just overthinking.

    She simply thought he had come to encourage her despite being tired.

    “Oh, my mother said to thank you if I ever got the chance to meet you.”

    With the family’s survival at stake.

    Despite being in a desperate situation, Ian had considered her mother’s circumstances and only took her and the soldiers.

    Sera felt genuine gratitude toward him for respecting not just her, but her mother as well.

    ‘……I just didn’t check the skill window.’

  • The Regressed Extra Becomes a Genius Chapter 46

    The Night of the Pioneers was held at a luxury hotel in Seoul called Briseur.

    Briseur Hotel was frequently used for various events, as it boasted a spacious courtyard, an art gallery, and other cultural facilities.

    Upon arriving at the venue, I saw people dressed to impress. Since it was already 8 PM, colourful lights illuminated the surroundings beautifully.

    “Good evening. May I check your invitation?”

    A hotel staff member greeted me at the entrance.

    I took out a small card from my inner pocket—Han Se-yeon’s invitation.

    The staff confirmed it, then offered a slight bow with a faint smile.

    “Thank you. Please enjoy your evening.”

    “Thank you.”

    I stepped inside the hotel.

    Pleasant classical music filled the air. Around me, I could see an assortment of delicious food and alcohol.

    The event was taking place in a specially prepared hall on the first floor, as well as in the vast courtyard.

    Upon reaching the venue, I noticed groups of people smiling and chatting.

    “Oh my, Vice President Han Se-jin?”

    “Ah, Manager Kim. Nice to see you.”

    A familiar name caught my ear.

    Turning my head toward the voice, I saw Han Se-jin elegantly dressed, laughing and conversing among a group of women.

    Popular, huh.

    It would be great to eliminate Han Se-jin now, considering he later becomes a major villain in the mid-to-late part of the story.

    But security was tight, so that wasn’t an option.

    His demise would have to wait for another time.

    Right now, finding Jo Seong-hoon took priority.

    Just as I was about to move, searching for Jo Seong-hoon—

    “…Huh?”

    A familiar face passed by.

    My gaze instinctively followed them.

    Choi Seo-yoon?

    What the hell? Why was she here?

    I stared blankly at her.

    She always stood out, but tonight, with her beautiful dress and perfectly styled appearance, she shone even brighter.

    Just then, a middle-aged man approached her with a friendly demeanor.

    I recognized him too.

    Choi Jae-hyung.

    The head of the Choi family—one of the five prestigious mage bloodlines.

    …So she came with her father.

    * * *

    For the next thirty minutes, I continued searching for Jo Seong-hoon.

    Every time I ran into Choi Seo-yoon, I felt uneasy and made sure to avoid her.

    Fortunately, she didn’t seem to register my existence at all.

    She looked exhausted, constantly greeting people as she followed her father around.

    I almost felt sorry for her.

    Not my problem, though.

    What mattered most was finding Jo Seong-hoon.

    But no matter how much I searched, there was no sign of him.

    At this point, I started doubting whether he had even shown up.

    “Where the hell is he?”

    As I continued scanning the area, I spotted Han Se-yeon talking with a group of people.

    I didn’t acknowledge her.

    Before coming here, we had agreed not to interact in public.

    Then, as if sensing my gaze, Han Se-yeon turned to look at me.

    And a moment later—

    She made a strange hand gesture at me.

    What? We agreed not to acknowledge each other.

    I tilted my head in confusion.

    Then she mouthed something urgently.

    Look. Over. There.

    Look? Oh… she means in the direction she’s pointing.

    Realizing her intention, I shifted my gaze in that direction.

    There, a middle-aged man was chatting excitedly with a woman.

    A grin spread across my lips.

    “…Found him.”

    The face I had seen in the photos.

    The perpetrator of the Incheon terror attack—Jo Seong-hoon—was right there.

    * * *

    As night deepened, the event reached its peak.

    It was now 9:10 PM.

    One by one, intoxicated guests began stepping out of the venue.

    Jo Seong-hoon was no exception.

    He chatted pleasantly with a woman, and before long, the two of them exited together.

    I quietly followed.

    “Haha. Come along, I’ll guide you.”

    “Mm… No, it’s fine. I can go by myself…”

    “No, no. Allow me to assist you.”

    From a distance, I could hear their conversation.

    It seemed this woman was the artifact maker who, in the original story, had been kidnapped by Jo Seong-hoon.

    His target was likely her knowledge of magical devices for terrorism.

    But something seemed off.

    She looked drunk, but I had been watching her earlier—she had barely touched her drink.

    Did he drug her…?

    Jo Seong-hoon was both a mage and an alchemist.

    Creating a potion to mess with someone’s mind would be easy for him.

    What a piece of trash…

    The two of them headed toward a deserted alley.

    I followed them cautiously.

    Inside the alley, six men appeared and bowed their heads toward Jo Seong-hoon.

    He nodded in response before entering an abandoned building with the woman.

    The remaining six men lined up at the entrance, standing guard.

    It felt like a scene from a gangster movie.

    Except these weren’t ordinary thugs.

    They were mages—which made them even worse.

    I immediately opened my subspace and pulled out a bottle of Mana Elixir, twisting off the cap.

    “Phew…”

    Unlike The Heart of Nature, which had an immediate effect, the Mana Elixir boosted mana regeneration for five minutes.

    Since I had to fight multiple opponents, I needed every advantage.

    Time to drink.

    Gulp, gulp.

    “…Ugh. Tastes disgusting.”

    [Effect of Enhanced Mana Elixir: Mana regeneration increased by 500% for 5 minutes.]
    [After the duration ends, you will suffer from Mana Exhaustion for 30 minutes.]

    I tossed the empty glass bottle onto the ground.

    Crash!

    The sound of shattering glass startled the guards.

    “What was that?”

    “Did you hear something breaking?”

    I gathered my mana.

    It wasn’t as effective as The Heart of Nature, but I could already feel my mana replenishing much faster.

    This should be enough to take them down.

    I formed a magical sphere above my palm and released it at them.

    The glowing orb cut through the darkness.

    Boom!

    A powerful explosion rang out.

    One of the men screamed as the spell pierced his shoulder.

    “Gahhh!”

    The sudden attack put them on high alert, and they immediately began gathering their own mana.

    Jo Seong-hoon also stepped outside, quickly scanning his surroundings.

    But he hadn’t pinpointed my location yet.

    “That’s one down.”

    I calmly prepared my second spell.

    I didn’t have much time—taking out these guards quickly was crucial.

    This time, I compressed more mana before releasing it.

    A single magical sphere shot through the air—

    Boom!

    —piercing another man’s stomach.

    “Urghhh!”

    “That’s two.”

    Now, only four remained.

    I conjured four spells simultaneously above my hands.

    Then, I unleashed them at once.

    Boom! Boom! Boom! BOOOOM!

    “Graaah!”

    “Ghhk! What the hell!”

    All of the enemies, except for Jo Seong-hoon, lost consciousness and collapsed.

    Thankfully, their combat abilities weren’t as impressive as I had feared.

    “Hoo…”

    With his six underlings down, it was now time for the boss.

    Jo Seong-hoon, who had been scanning his surroundings, lifted his head and stared directly at me, hidden in the darkness.

    “Who the hell are you?”

    His voice was low as he questioned me.

    I didn’t answer. Instead, I gathered more mana and unleashed a stronger spell at him.

    BZZZT!

    However, my magic dissipated the moment it struck the transparent energy enveloping his body.

    Jo Seong-hoon brushed off the area where the spell had hit, then glared at me with bloodshot eyes.

    Aura Shield.

    A defensive technique unique to enhancement-type mages, where they envelop their body in mana to reinforce its durability.

    To be able to wield an Aura Shield at that level…

    This guy was skilled.

    At the very least, he was a solid B-rank, maybe higher.

    ‘Well, in the original story, even Lee Seo-jun and Yoo Ara had to team up to take him down…’

    As I was lost in thought, Jo Seong-hoon suddenly roared, his voice filled with fury.

    “I asked you a question! Who the hell are you?!”

    Again, I didn’t bother answering.

    Instead, I fired another spell at him—this time, a more condensed magic sphere.

    BOOM—!

    However, just like before, he blocked it with his Aura Shield.

    But because I had compressed the magic, a thin line of blood trickled down his forearm where the spell had struck.

    “…Alright. You’re dead.”

    CRACK!

    The ground beneath Jo Seong-hoon’s feet caved in.

    His calves swelled as they became reinforced with mana.

    FWOOOSH!

    With explosive force, he kicked off the ground and lunged at me.

    As expected of an enhancement-type combatant, his speed was nearly impossible to react to.

    I tried to reinforce my body and create distance, but against a professional enhancement-type mage, escaping was no easy task.

    Before I knew it, he was already in front of me.

    In that instant, I activated my trump card.

    [Activating the ability, ‘Heart of the Great Nature.’]
    [For 1 minute, mana recovery speed increases by 1,000%.]

    THUMP!

    My heart pounded violently.

    My mana surged, overlapping with the effects of the elixir I had taken earlier.

    It felt as if I had limitless mana.

    I further enhanced my body using mana.

    My muscles swelled, and an explosive force radiated from within.

    BAM!

    “Guhh!”

    Jo Seong-hoon’s expression twisted in shock as he was sent staggering backward.

    “What the hell? How can his mana increase so drastically in an instant?”

    “Hoo… That was close.”

    I let out a breath of relief.

    Had I been a second slower, his attack could have been fatal.

    “…Who the hell are you?”

    He asked again.

    I met his gaze and spoke.

    “Incheon terror incident. That was you, wasn’t it?”

    His pupils dilated.

    “H-how do you know about that…?”

    His reaction told me everything I needed to know.

    But the conversation ended there.

    I didn’t have time to waste talking to him.

    A prolonged fight wouldn’t be in my favor.

    ‘I need to finish this in one shot.’

    I gathered mana in my palm.

    With both the elixir and the Heart of the Great Nature activated, an overwhelming amount of mana condensed in my hand.

    VWWWWMMM—!

    The magic sphere compressed infinitely.

    Compared to when I had only used the elixir, the compression speed was on an entirely different level.

    WOOOOSH!

    A surge of mana radiated outward, shaking the entire area.

    A single attack—But with this level of condensed mana, it could rival even an A-rank spell.

    “…What in the…”

    Jo Seong-hoon muttered in disbelief.

    “This bastard… Does his mana have no limit?”

    His eyes wavered as he stared at the spell forming in my hand.

    But he quickly gritted his teeth and launched himself at me.

    He wasn’t going to give me time to finish charging my attack.

    “Die!”

    I had no choice but to momentarily halt the compression and retreat, widening the gap between us.

    But even as I evaded, I continued condensing mana into the sphere in my hand.

    ‘Almost there.’

    I glanced at the glowing silver sphere floating above my palm.

    With this much mana, I could definitely break through his Aura Shield.

    “Haaaaah!”

    Jo Seong-hoon roared as he lunged at me again.

    This was my chance.

    I extended my hand toward him.

    And with absolute focus, I unleashed my spell.

    FWOOOOOOSH—!

    The silver magic sphere shot forward with a deafening roar.

    The sheer force of it whipped up a violent gust, scattering dust and debris.

    Realizing he couldn’t dodge, Jo Seong-hoon curled his body, bracing for impact.

    But it was futile.

    The overwhelming force of compressed mana could pierce through any defense.

    A mere B-rank mage like him stood no chance.

    The spell struck his body, triggering a massive explosion.

    KA-BOOOOOM—!

    “GAAAAAHHH!”

    His scream echoed through the night.

    And then—

    A flurry of messages appeared before my eyes.

    [B-rank Villain, Jo Seong-hoon, has been defeated.]
    [Causality rate has increased by 0.6.]

    [You have successfully defeated a villain solo for the first time.]
    [Bonus: Additional 0.2 increase in causality rate.]

    [Achievement unlocked: ‘A Powerful Strike.’]
    [Reward: 3,000 points acquired.]

    “…I won.”

    I collapsed onto the ground.

    With the Heart of the Great Nature’s effect fading, my body felt completely drained.

    But despite my exhaustion, a wide grin spread across my face.

    Tonight, for the first time—

    I had taken down a villain entirely on my own.

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 46

    Taeseong opened his eyes in an unfamiliar place, his expression filled with confusion as he looked around.

    ‘Just now, I was swallowing the crystal I extracted from Sooah…’

    But when he opened his eyes, he was here.

    Normally, consuming a crystal would bring forth memories of the past. Yet this time, nothing surfaced.

    ‘My physical abilities… haven’t improved, nor have I gained a new power. What the hell is going on?’

    A sea of flames surrounded him.

    On either side, enormous volcanoes spewed rivers of molten lava, and ahead of him, fire roared upward from a massive pit.

    Even from the ceiling, lava continuously poured down.

    This place…

    It reminded him of Scorching Hell.

    Scorching Hell is one of the Eight Hot Hells in Buddhist tradition, where sinners who committed killing, theft, adultery, intoxication, and false speech are sent.

    Those who end up here are laid on heated iron plates and beaten with molten iron clubs, impaled on skewers and submerged in lava, or placed atop a massive grills where their entire bodies are scorched.

    — Where did you disappear to…? Mom and Dad are worried sick. They can’t even eat properly anymore. They keep saying they’ll go find you… Come back, brother.

    — Brother. Why did you abandon me?

    — You said you’d come back. Why haven’t you?

    — It’s your fault… It’s all your fault! Because you disappeared, Mom and Dad died! You killed them, brother! You ruined my life!

    — Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die.

    Sooah’s voice echoed throughout the space.

    Some parts sounded as if she longed for him, but most of it was filled with resentment, grief—curses, almost.

    Determined to move forward, Taeseong took a step, but as he turned, flames erupted from the lava, taking on Sooah’s form.

    With voices that never ceased their wailing, he realized—

    This was Sooah’s mental landscape.

    Each fiery spirits that resembled Sooah stared at him with eyes full of hatred.

    Was this the true depth of her subconscious?

    Somewhere deep down, Taeseong had feared that Sooah resented him. But now, faced with it directly, he realized—this wasn’t mere resentment. This was hatred—deep, burning, unrelenting hatred.

    But so what?

    She was his family.

    His one and only little sister. His one and only blood relative.

    No matter how she saw him, he would never give up on her.

    ‘I’ll take it all—your hatred, your resentment. I’ll bear it.’


    How long had he been walking?

    At the very least, twelve hours.

    Around the ten-hour mark, he had stopped counting.

    He walked, and walked, and walked—down a road with no end in sight.

    Along the way, he encountered countless copies of Suah.

    Some of them wept mournfully. Others hurled unspeakable curses at him.

    The only relief was—Once in a hundred encounters, a copy would utter words that sounded like they missed him.

    That alone was enough.

    At least not all that remained was hatred.

    “Scorching Hell, huh…? Compared to this, Iran’s Lut Desert is nothing.”

    Even though this was Sooah’s mental world, the pain was indistinguishable from reality.

    The deeper he went, the hotter it became. Every breath he took burned his lungs.

    Even Taeseong—who had long since mastered the art of enduring pain—had nearly lost consciousness more than once.

    How much further would he have to go before he reached Sooah?

    The heat was unbearable, but the worst part was the endless waiting without certainty.

    He could endure his eyes melting.
    He could endure his hands liquefying.
    He could endure his organs dissolving.

    But even Taeseong, with his superhuman willpower, could not suppress a creeping fear—

    What if he was trapped here forever?

    “…….”

    A day. Two days. Three days.

    A week. Two weeks.

    A month.

    …Or maybe even a year—perhaps longer.

    And yet, Taeseong kept walking.

    At some point, time itself became meaningless.

    The pain that had once tormented him so mercilessly dulled.

    Even the hatred spewed by Sooah’s specters no longer stung as much.

    The only thing that kept him sane in this wretched cycle was a singular, unwavering thought:

    ‘I will return with Sooah.’

    This was all that remained in Taeseong’s mind.

    Ordinarily, it would be impossible for a person to focus on only one thought.

    Thoughts arise spontaneously, often outside one’s control.

    Negative emotions take shape through “what-ifs.”

    —What if this happens? What do I do then?
    —What if something goes wrong?

    Fears buried deep in the subconscious emerge on their own, beyond one’s control.

    Taeseong was no exception.

    But unlike others, he could control his range of thought.

    He erased every single distraction—every stray emotion—except for his one, absolute goal.

    With nothing but this one conviction, he marched on.

    Finally, his steps halted.

    For a simple reason.

    There was nowhere left to go.

    A cliff.

    Beyond it, only a bubbling sea of lava.

    One… two… three.

    Taeseong spent exactly three seconds thinking.

    And then—he jumped.

    Splash!

    His body melted.

    Every fiber of his being burst into flames.

    The regeneration granted by Orochi’s tail worked tirelessly, but it could not keep up with the rate at which he disintegrated.

    And yet—he advanced.

    A man whose resolve was so unyielding, it felt forged from steel.

    Not even this molten hell could stop him.

    Taeseong opened his mouth—

    And began to drink the lava.

    Gulp. Gulp.

    His lips melted away, His mouth melted away, His tongue melted away, His lungs melted away, His stomach melted away.

    Yet, he did not stop.

    The dreadful intensity filling his regenerated eyes was no longer human.

    And when he had finally devoured all the lava on the ground—

    A mountain of rock emerged before him.

    Though it was entirely engulfed in flames, unlike anything he had seen before, it was lined with countless steps, as if calling him forward, exuding an aura of dignified grandeur.

    Without hesitation, Taeseong climbed the stairs.

    Red flames wrapped around his body.

    He paid them no mind and continued ascending.

    After climbing approximately ten thousand steps, the surroundings were enveloped in white flames.

    The heat was incomparably greater than before, yet Taeseong’s pace did not slow in the slightest.

    Engulfed in white fire, he dashed toward the peak, resembling a fire deity incarnate.

    The sheer intensity of the heat warped the space around him with each step he took.

    By the time he had climbed roughly one hundred thousand steps, the summit finally came into view.

    “…….”

    A voice, ambiguous in gender, resonated in Taeseong’s mind.

    [Unbelievable. How could a mere human withstand my flames and reach this place?]

    The moment he heard that voice, Taeseong instinctively understood.

    The owner of this voice was the very source of this world—The ‘Pure Flame’ dwelling within Lee Sooah’s body.

    “At last… I’ve arrived.”

    At the mountain’s peak, a colossal blue flame blazed.

    Its size reached the heavens, and its heat surpassed any other flame in this world.

    And deep within it—

    Lee Sooah lay unconscious.

    The ‘Pure Flame’ had embraced her within its very core.

    [Do you seek this child? I commend you for making it this far, mere mortal, but abandon your foolish dreams and vanish. This child now belongs to me.]

    “Yours?”

    [Indeed. As the chosen successor of the most noble flame, I, Ignost, have claimed this human. She is the perfect vessel for me.]

    Among the four kings who rule the spirit world—The Spirit King who governs ‘fire,’ the Most Noble Flame, Agni—And his successor, the next Spirit King, the Purest Flame, Ignost.

    That was the true identity of the flame residing within Lee Sooah’s body.

    “…Shut the hell up.”

    [What? Hahaha! Hahahahaha! It seems you fail to grasp the situation. This is neither a request nor a warning. It is an order. What could a pitiful creature, doomed to barely a hundred years of life, possibly do?]

    To Ignost, who was virtually free from the constraints of lifespan, humans were nothing more than tools for wielding his flames.

    Due to the limitations of spirit entities, manifesting their true power or physical form in the mortal realm required immense restrictions.

    From his perspective, Taeseong was less than an insect—No, less than dust.

    Had this been the spirit realm rather than a constructed mental world, he could have erased Taeseong with a mere glance.

    Ordinarily, such an insignificant being wouldn’t even get his attention.

    However, the fact that Taeseong had endured within this mental world, a fusion of Sooah’s unconscious and Ignost’s own manifestation, stirred the faintest curiosity in him.

    And that was all.

    Taeseong stepped toward the Pure Flame.

    His bloodied lips curled into a snarl as he glared at the towering inferno with savage hostility.

    “…Ha. Now even some deranged flame bastard is after my sister?”

    His voice was filled with sheer, unwavering defiance.

    “Fine. Bring it on, you piece of shit. Do whatever the hell you want. No matter what kind of madness you pull, I’ll tear it all apart and devour every last bit of it.”

    Taeseong’s eyes gleamed with a spectral, multicolored light—Like a wolf ready to strike down its prey.

    [Tch. This is why lesser creatures are so pathetic… Barking away without even recognizing the gap in power, no different from moths drawn to a flame.]

    Irritation flickered through Ignost.

    With a mere gesture, he commanded a pillar of blue fire to erupt beneath Taeseong’s feet.

    This flame was unlike anything Taeseong had encountered before.

    It did not simply burn—

    It possessed the power of annihilation,

    To incinerate the soul itself.

    It was, in the truest sense, the Pure Flame.

    Fwoooosh!

    Deep blue fire engulfed Taeseong entirely.

    Unlike before, Orochi’s regeneration failed to activate.

    The flames consuming him only grew fiercer with each passing second.

    His burned body trembled, and his empty eyes remained fixed on Sooah.

    Even with his eyeballs melted away, he stared at her with absolute certainty.

    The flames consuming him would only cease once they had devoured his soul entirely.

    Ignost, observing the azure fire clinging to Taeseong’s form, muttered in disappointment.

    [Had you given up sooner, you might have at least saved your life. Stubborn to the end, only to meet your eternal demise.]

    But then—

    From behind Taeseong, something began to rise.

    A dense, black smoke coiled and twisted into existence.

    […What is that…?]

    At first, Ignost mistook it for his own flames.

    But in the next instant, he realized—

    It was something entirely different.

    The black smoke rapidly spread, filling the entire sky.

    It stretched outward, as if intending to swallow this entire world whole.

    And then—

    It began to take shape.

    A sight as awe-inspiring as the birth of a universe.

    […Th-that… What… what is that…?]

    Ignost, watching in stunned disbelief, experienced something for the first time since his creation—

    A profound, crushing sense of helplessness.

    And reverence.

    Even the ‘Most Noble Flame’—Before ‘that’—Was nothing but an insignificant dust.

    No, not even that.

    It was utterly meaningless.

    The moment he realized that absolute truth, Ignost fell to his knees.

    His head bowed, his entire body trembled uncontrollably.

    And then, over and over, he muttered the same words.

    [Ah… O Great One…]

    It was a star.

    It was a galaxy.

    It was the universe itself.

    An unfathomable, incomprehensible wolf—Its massive mouth opening wide to devour this entire world.