Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Assembly
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“Jisibal.”
The nickname had stuck before they knew it. Clutching his battered head and groaning, Jisibal looked up.
“Why do you call Padrip Immunity ‘nim’?”
It wasn’t just the honorific. When Jisibal said the name, his eyes sparkled with clear anticipation.
Was it to repay a debt of gratitude from their real-world encounters?
‘No way.’
Even if he hadn’t known that topping the Hall of Fame would lead to possession in the game, Jisibal had reached first place thanks to Lee Soo-hyuk’s advice—and ended up in this world.
From Jisibal’s perspective, Padrip Immunity was the culprit who had thrust him into this hellish world to suffer. Intent didn’t matter.
“That’s...”
Jisibal hesitated to answer.
“P-Padrip Immunity-nim has been elevated to saint of the cult.”
As Yuri subtly raised his fist again, the answer came quickly. It made no sense to Yuri. His mouth hung half-open in a daze.
“Saint... saint?”
“That’s right...”
“Why? Why the hell is that... bastard elevated to saint?”
Was there an imposter masquerading as him in this world? Hearing such absurdity, he couldn’t help but think so. Yuri himself was currently impersonating ‘Cat Panties,’ so it wasn’t impossible.
“Watch your tongue.”
His fist still raised, Jisibal glared at Yuri with bulging eyes. It took guts.
“Padrip Immunity-nim guided us as the apostle of the God of Chaos.”
It was also an admission of being a cultist. Jisibal was now clearly calling the evil god ‘Lord God of Chaos’ instead of some derogatory slur.
“He gave selfless advice to countless people blocked by walls, without asking for anything in return. If I recall, Cat Panties, you received advice from Padrip Immunity-nim too?”
It was all true.
Once the Hall of Fame was discovered, the dying community revived. Players who had quit long ago returned in droves, and fresh newbies flooded in.
At first, clearing the game was enough for first place, but as time passed, ordinary builds and know-how couldn’t pierce the top ranks’ iron wall.
Questions flooded the community.
Yuri found their freeloading attitudes infuriating, but Lee Soo-hyuk answered every one diligently.
He wasn’t alone. Users posting guides and info hammered their keyboards to prolong the golden revival, even sparking subtle rivalries among veterans.
THOR123: This build won’t get you first. The most efficient magic in Seronis is Derusia Magic Tower’s lightning magic. Search THOR123 for the lightning mage guide and study it.
ㄴPadrip Immunity: This fucker’s an idiot.
ㄴTHOR123: ?
ㄴPadrip Immunity: YOU MOTHER.
ㄴPadrip Immunity: Ignore that fucker’s post. I’ll write a new one, so check that.
He’d custom-built strategies one-on-one like with Cat Panties and written shareable guides multiple times.
“...”
While Yuri struggled for words, Jisibal clenched his fists and ranted.
“At first, I resented Padrip Immunity-nim. His advice dropped me into this nightmare world! But, but...! Joining the Chaos Cult made me realize. In this world, power lets you do anything!”
“...”
“Even we possessors have talents the natives lack!”
Not wrong. Those with much to lose might prefer returning to Earth, but the destitute would stay. As Jisibal said, power ruled here. Look at Derusia Magic Tower—gifting lavish estates just for reaching fourth tier.
How much would such a mansion cost in Korea? No need to worry here.
“Padrip Immunity-nim is our benefactor who freed us from Earth...! He saved me too. We believe he’s the apostle ordained by the God of Chaos.”
The evil god spread that damned Seronis game on Earth and possessed innocent gamers here.
The Chaos Cult worshipped that evil god.
“Hah...”
Who’d have thought. Yuri—Lee Soo-hyuk himself—felt wronged, but it did make him seem like the evil god’s apostle.
“That bas... no, uh, Padrip Immunity, he... said it himself? That he’s the God of Chaos’s apostle?”
“We don’t know if he’s come to this world. Cat Panties, you haven’t met him either?”
No imposter, then.
“N-No... haven’t seen him.”
“Aah...”
Deep regret clouded Jisibal’s face.
“That devilish woman... Myohee said she hasn’t met Padrip Immunity-nim either.”
Myohee sounded familiar. A community persona, maybe?
“Didn’t Myohee talk about anyone besides Padrip Immunity?”
“She mentioned Manwol Yuhee, but never met her.”
“Why?”
“Manwol Yuhee wasn’t the Boundless Sovereign then, but she had fame... Myohee vowed not to meet until reaching her level...”
Despite seeing her fall off a cliff to her death, Jisibal shuddered whenever mentioning Usa Usami.
“Didn’t she mention me?”
“Cat Panties... she said you were... cute.”
“?”
“I don’t want to talk more about Myohee...”
“She’s already dead. Why fear her so much?”
“You don’t know Myohee...!”
His eyes shook, as if inner demons resurfaced.
“That crazy devil tormented us daily... babbling about Rabbit Star. Claiming she’s a princess descended from Rabbit Star, we lowly folk must swear absolute loyalty by her laws... Jump into fire or water at her command...”
Just swapping ‘Rabbit Princess’ for the plausible alias Myohee and dropping the Usa at sentence ends.
“So.”
Once Jisibal calmed.
“I want to join the cultists... er, Chaos Cult too. How?”
That was the goal dragging him here with a hard-won pass to district four. Suspecting cultists, Jisibal confirmed it.
For two years, Yuri’s goal was killing the evil god—unchanged. Direct slaying was impossible now, but knowledge was key.
Cultists hindered that. Enemies. They lurked here—unknown numbers, strength.
Ignorance demanded investigation. Simple. Danger? Two years of risks. Safe fights built no strength.
“There’s an assembly in two days.”
Jisibal spoke.
“Natives might be turned away, but possessors who seek us out? The cult welcomes them. Especially talented ones like you, Cat Panties—the High Priest will joyfully accept you.”
“Is that High Priest a possessor?”
“No, a native.”
Jisibal eyed Ha-ryeong.
“...What about that woman? Not a possessor?”
“My friend.”
“For Cat Panties’s little brother to call me friend, this big sis is touched to tears.”
Ha-ryeong replied through her fox mask.
“She joining too?”
“Yeah.”
“Perfect. I’ve been faithless anyway. Time for a religion—Chaos Cult, no less. Thanks to Cat Panties’s little brother, joining such an exotic cult. My heart’s racing.”
No prior briefing, yet Ha-ryeong played along perfectly. Same voice as always, but her thrill seemed genuine.
“Then take care of us for two days.”
Yuri stood from his chair.
“You’re... staying here?”
“Obviously. Leave you alone, you might run. Or bring friends to kill me.”
Yuri added shamelessly.
“And I’ve got nowhere to stay or money.”
“Cat Panties little brother, that’s not something to brag about.”
“I’m not bragging.”
The talk with Jisibal ended. Ignoring his lip-smacking, Yuri transmitted to Ha-ryeong.
[You okay with this?]
[You steamroll the conversation, then ask via transmission? So brazen.]
[I said it’d be dangerous. Hate it? Leave now.]
[Oh, Yuri. Wondered why no heads-up—trying to shake me off?]
Yuri sourly eyed her instead of answering. Couldn’t read beyond the fox mask, but her eyes curved playfully.
[Sorry, no leaving. Can’t worry about you alone—I’ll guard you.]
[Dangerous.]
[I’m a big sis who enjoys danger.]
Ha-ryeong flaunted a V-sign.
*
Two days, Jisibal spilled on the Chaos Cult.
Years of activity built deep faith; divine power budding earned High Priest recommendation to ‘cleric.’
Jisibal wasn’t one yet. But no mere follower. He’d lost to Yuri without resistance, but fifth tier commanded respect anywhere.
Possessors, summoned by evil god’s power, were especially prized—living miracles.
No-tier rabble: white bracelets. Fourth tier and below: yellow. Fifth: blue. Possessors: red gems.
“You kill your cleric too?”
“As if.”
Jisibal sobered.
“Killing your cleric is tough—near impossible now that Order Cult hides.”
“Yeah?”
“Succeed, and you’re instantly High Priest.”
Chaos Cult’s ‘true faith’: fanaticism for the evil god. Chaos sown in this world.
Fitting worshippers of the ‘God of Chaos.’
“High Priests receive direct divine descent...”
Jisibal murmured blankly at the ceiling.
“Kill an Order cleric, reach exalted tier as possessor—you’re a cult saint. Never met one, but they rival Boundless Sovereigns or tower lords.”
Minimum seventh tier. Even with Heavenly Principle Annihilating Evil Art and Holy Flame Force Emission, fighting seventh tier was suicide for Yuri.
“Wear these masks.”
Assembly day. Jisibal handed black masks to Yuri and Ha-ryeong.
“We’ve got many enemies.”
Even criminal-infested district four wasn’t safe for cultists. Large assemblies might draw War Cult’s fighting dogs.
“Fine day...”
Exiting the shack, Jisibal muttered at the clear sky.
“Converted two fifth-tiers—High Priest’ll recognize me. Might even get a cleric recommendation...”
Jisibal’s fall into vice had reason.
He’d killed a Lefér Magic Tower mage.
After devouring an inner core in Gangyu, ascending to fourth tier. For their magic, naturally.
Lefér pursued fire magic extremes—core to his first-place build.
Towers never tolerated leaks. Fearing pursuit, Jisibal hid in lawless Panteleon outskirts, scraping a pass to Akhyang three years ago.
Joined Chaos Cult a year later; High Priest ordered slum dwelling. Unfit for fifth-tier mage, but orders were absolute.
“High Priest hates me.”
Leading, Jisibal grumbled.
“Probably ’cause I’m possessor and mage. You know possessor talents excel at magic.”
“True.”
“Petty jealousy. Damn it, I could’ve lived in Akhyang’s bustling core, not that slum...”
Yuri ignored the whining.
*
The underground cavern assembly hall crawled with hundreds, all in identical black masks, wrists banded in varied colors. Yellow dominated; rare whites, blues, reds.
Red meant possessor. Seeing so many felt odd.
“What happens at assemblies?”
“Worship.”
Jisibal answered.
“High Priest baptizes converts to start. Then orgies.”
“Or... what?”
“Orgies.”
Mask hid his face, but tone was matter-of-fact.
“Other stuff too. Booze, drugs... Catch a blasphemer? Public execution, share the blood.”
“Blasphemers?”
“God-mockers.”
“Uh... killing’s clear. Why drink blood?”
“Purify their blood with inner faith.”
What bullshit?
“Get the reluctance. Not mandatory—plenty eager.”
“Uh...”
[These fuckers any different from demon cult?]
Ha-ryeong transmitted through her mask.
[Yeah...]
[Orgies too? Too much for a virgin like me. Kinda wanna bail.]
[Ahem...]
[Don’t tell me you’re looking forward to orgies, Yuri?]
[Crazy?]
[You seem to be?]
[I’m not.]
Yuri transmitted sternly, then poked Jisibal’s side.
“So, where’s the High Priest?”
“Coming down soon...”
“Gaaah!”
A sudden scream cut him off.
“Disgusting evil god cultist scum!”
Eyes turned: some maniac swung a sword wildly.
“You dare! Dare hold an evil god worship in Panteleon lands, even if just borrowing our turf!”
“Who the fuck?!”
A blue-banded cultist charged yelling, but golden sword aura severed his arm.
“I am Estor Orsia!”
He hurled off his mask, shouting.