Chapter 75: Even the Absolute Being Is a First-Time Dad
Absolute One's First Time Being a Dad - Episode 75
Necropolis.
Long ago, when Kang-jun first stepped into the so-called "ultimate" realm—the 9th Circle—he had surprisingly awakened this magic on his own.
Was this a reward granted to those who reached an unreachable height?
A vast amount of knowledge flowed into Kang-jun's mind, and every incantation, written in an unknown language, became wholly his own.
"Oh-ho."
As an immense surge of black magic began pouring out from Kang-jun, Hela's lips curled slightly upward.
"At last, I get to witness with my own two eyes the power of the epithet '■■■'..."
Her gaze, a tangled mix of anticipation and curiosity, remained fixed on Kang-jun.
"Now I can finally determine whether all those absurd rumors about the power of that title were exaggerated or not..."
Kang-jun, however, paid no mind to her words, focusing entirely on unleashing his black magic.
Like a dam breaking, releasing the torrent of water trapped within, black magic surged forth with terrifying force—
"W-what in the...?"
The Reclamation Team hunters, watching the spectacle in stunned silence, trembled as they stared at Kang-jun.
They were shocked by the ominous, malevolent energy, so fundamentally different from their own—
And then stunned once more by the sheer, immeasurable quantity of it, vast as the cosmos itself.
"How...?"
The black magic, as if intending to drown the entire world, soon filled the entire area.
Some of it took the form of toxic mist, polluting the atmosphere, while the rest seeped into the earth as a viscous, slimy substance.
"Cough, cough...!"
Dry coughs erupted from all directions.
The entire space had been contaminated—
Even breathing had become a struggle.
"The first activation condition—'securing a foothold'—has been met."
Hela, too, couldn't hide her bewilderment at the sudden anomaly, her eyes darting around restlessly.
"What are you—?"
Then, Kang-jun spoke.
"I will now fulfill the second condition."
"What...?"
"From this moment onward, I claim this land as mine."
At his words, Hela's eyes widened to their limits, veins bulging in her neck as she shrieked in defiance.
"As long as I draw breath, no so-called 'great god' would dare lay claim to Niflheim—!"
But her protest was meaningless—the cry of a powerless weakling.
This was not a request for permission.
It was an absolute declaration—one that could not be defied.
"You are mistaken."
Kang-jun's voice was cold and firm as he added,
"The declaration has been made. This land is now my territory. Thus, the second condition—'proclamation'—has also been fulfilled."
Then, tilting his head slightly, he asked,
"Do you dare trespass upon my domain without knowing your place?"
Hela, flustered by his audacity, opened and closed her mouth wordlessly—
"Do you see?"
At that moment, a seismic shift occurred across the entire area.
The very axis of the land trembled, the ground undulating wildly like stormy waves.
KRRRRRRUMBLE—!
The once-flat earth abruptly rose, forming towering mountains, while other parts sank deep, transforming into thousand-foot chasms in an instant.
"This is my kingdom."
The hunters, staring at Kang-jun's back, felt a storm of emotions surge within them—
Confusion. Awe. Terror.
No matter how powerful a hunter was, none could manipulate the very crust of the land at will.
The essence of this phenomenon was closer to weathering erosion—forced upon the land and atmosphere by Kang-jun's black magic saturating every inch of it.
"W-what are you doing?!"
Kang-jun spoke again.
"Now, I shall fulfill the third condition—'completing the set.'"
Realizing the situation was turning against her, Hela screamed, "S-stop!" and lunged at Kang-jun—
"Trespasser, kneel before an emperor. Stay still, and I shall grant you death soon enough..."
The moment Kang-jun's words ended, Hela was crushed by an unseen force, forced to her knees with her head bowed.
"L-let me go—!"
But Kang-jun remained utterly composed, continuing his speech as if nothing had happened.
"Let's see..."
Muttering to himself, Kang-jun stared at the sheer cliff his black magic had carved in an instant, then added,
"A kingdom must have a castle."
As soon as those words left his lips—
KRRRRRRUMBLE—!
A deafening roar shook the earth as a colossal fortress erupted from the ground.
It was a structure so overwhelming, so oppressive, that no words could do it justice—
"Now, I need subjects for my rule."
Kang-jun's gaze swept over the countless undead infesting the land.
"Since I'm taking this place, I might as well take your people too."
As if obeying an unspoken command, every undead in the vicinity froze, then one by one, bowed deeply to Kang-jun.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Like ripples spreading across a still lake, waves of loyalty radiated outward in concentric circles.
"I shall need soldiers to defend them from foreign invasions and all manner of threats."
At his words, skeletal warriors clad in black armor emerged from the earth, gripping weapons tightly—
Alongside them, skeletal mages in black silk robes rose, each cradling orbs of different colors in their bony hands.
Tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands—
Their numbers multiplied exponentially, as if reproducing endlessly—
"And I shall need generals to command these soldiers."
Then, Death Knights mounted on spectral steeds and Liches radiating extraordinary energy appeared.
"A symbolic sacred beast, like a dragon, would be fitting as well."
The moment he finished speaking, a dark shadow loomed over the bone towers—
From the distant sky, an earth-shaking roar echoed.
Bone Dragon.
Though only skeletal remains, its massive frame still dominated the skies as it soared freely above them.
"H-how...?"
Everything Kang-jun mentioned was manifesting into reality, one after another.
Even for Hela, who had seen much in her long existence, this was beyond comprehension.
Kang-jun surveyed his newly formed kingdom and spoke softly.
"I merely drew a few strokes as they came to mind."
"What?"
"No need to exert myself over a mere insect like you."
Necropolis was a magic so absolute that even high-tier black magic paled in comparison.
Composed of billions of intricate incantations, its essence leaned closer to realization than mere summoning.
It turned ideals into reality.
In simpler terms—
It summoned the caster's desires.
Though it couldn't establish a foothold just anywhere and demanded an absurd amount of black magic—
"This place has good energy."
The moment the caster voiced their vividly imagined ideal, no matter how absurd, it materialized with terrifying efficacy.
"Trespasser."
Kang-jun gestured.
"Raise your head."
Hela's head jerked upward as if someone had yanked her hair—
"Feel the difference in rank."
As he spoke, Kang-jun picked up a small pebble from the ground, tossing and catching it idly.
"Gravity too..."
The pebble, released from his hand, hovered in place instead of falling—
"Disasters too..."
Suddenly, lightning rained from the sky, striking the ground chaotically—
"Even your breath..."
Hela gasped, "Kkh—!" her eyes bulging wide.
As if someone had seized her throat, her airway was completely cut off.
"Everything in this world is decided by my will. A single lie from my lips can alter the nature and form of all things."
Hela's face flushed red as she stared up at Kang-jun with terror-filled eyes.
Born a divine being, a goddess from birth—this was the first time she had ever felt fear.
"■■■..."
She muttered weakly, her voice trembling as she forced out her words.
"A-aren't you afraid of... repercussions...?"
"Not at all."
"I won't... go down easily...!"
Then, suddenly—
Ding!
A chime rang in Kang-jun's ears, followed by a series of system messages appearing before him.
[ Asgard's deity, the Guardian of the Divided Underworld, summons Naglfar.]
At that moment, Hela's divine power surged—
CRRRRACK—!
The sky split open, a massive rift forming, beyond which the bow of an impossibly enormous warship emerged.
"Naglfar?"
Hela grinned weakly and answered,
"N-Naglfar is a weapon I forged over countless eons, woven from the nails and claws of the dead, refined from the power of grudges and resentment."
"Oh..."
"Originally, it was meant to aid the gods on the Day of Predestined Ragnarok... but..."
She added,
"If it can end you... then now is the time...!"
Kang-jun replied,
"Wow, you're really skilled."
"You—!"
"No, I mean it."
Then he added,
"I quite like it."
"How dare—!"
"I'll take it."
Once again, all things in existence reacted to his words.