Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Reconstruction Demands
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Go Yohan stood atop the training grounds.
He clenched his fist tight.
Then released it, checking his body's condition.
He hopped lightly.
Tap, tap.
He even threw a light punch.
Whoosh!
His status window had changed as well.
[Go Yohan]
[Class: Black Knight]
He had thought that the class he was born with—one he never needed to pay any mind to, neither its name nor its abilities—was merely a mark of his fall, a stigma for a holy knight of the goddess.
In truth, Go Yohan had ignored the system for a long time.
But things were different now.
[Authority: Knight of Atonement]
And the lines listed beneath it.
[Authority: Darkness that Pierces the Darkness]
[Authority: Bearer of Sins]
He had finally realized recently that everything he had been capable of was due to the Black Knight class.
The Knight of Atonement was an authority that allowed him to wield the power of curses, while Bearer of Sins enabled him to accumulate so many sins.
‘Darkness that Pierces the Darkness.’
This was the most crucial one.
Whoosh!
It was the power capable of slaying demons.
And one more authority was engraved below it.
[Authority: Opener of Darkness]
There wasn’t a detailed explanation, but he could guess what it did.
It was the ability to open Black Gates—not merely interfering with ones trying to form, like in Baron Kragon’s territory, but creating true passages.
[Titles….]
“There’s too many.”
Most were related to demons.
Summarizing their effects roughly.
[All stats +50% against demons]
Title effects were considered virtually nonexistent among players, but collected together, there were quite a few.
[Achievements….]
The achievements were overwhelmingly related to demons as well, and far too numerous.
Combining titles and achievements, roughly speaking.
[All stats doubled against demons]
Doubled.
He smirked.
He knew this would be a living nightmare for demons.
A power that could rip apart demons even in the demon realm.
And on top of that.
‘World Fragment.’
The mysterious items he had obtained last time and this time.
He was continuing his investigation, and he’d received word that results would come soon.
Finally….
[Dwarf Destroyer]
[Blessing of Black Lava]
[Will of Black Steel]
[Aptitude for Demon God Armor]
He checked their abilities too.
Fwoosh!
In the world of his divine sight, he felt Sia expand.
Among it, he began to see not threads, but floating particles.
He touched one.
Tap.
Fwoosh!
Black flames erupted.
Bubble, bubble.
The training ground walls and floor, designed to withstand even extreme lava, melted under the heat.
He gripped it again as if seizing it in his hand, and the black flames vanished.
This was the Blessing of Black Lava.
‘Perfect resistance to heat.’
And the power to generate black flames.
The Will of Black Steel was similar, enhancing the effects of his divine sight.
Whoosh!
It elevated Go Yohan’s body to the next level.
[Level 900]
[Strength 900]
[Agility 900]
[Mana….]
With such absurd stats, he hadn’t been able to draw out his full power normally, but now he could pull out a bit more.
A tougher body, and.
Shing.
Now, even weapons that weren’t Great Sins seemed a little more wieldable.
He had earned the infamy of Dwarf Destroyer, but the gains were plentiful.
“Goddess.”
All of it was her grace.
But there was still one issue remaining.
‘Aptitude for Demon God Armor.’
That was it.
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“That’s what I’m saying!”
Brown Beard—no.
“We have to rebuild the temple!”
He had granted their wish for new names, claiming they were reborn.
Originally, they had names tied to their race’s history.
Hammer in the name meant king.
Beard meant tribal chief.
Axe meant warlord, and so on.
But there were no individuals left to divide such names among, and with a new race, new environment, new….
“How can we leave our proper first temple to our god in such a state?!”
God.
They treated Go Yohan like a god.
Thus, the new name.
“I, Ironbelly! With ironclad! Resolve! Will strongly! Advocate! For the temple’s reconstruction!”
He who became Ironbelly shouted.
That name didn’t suit his appearance at all.
‘How about Ironbelly?’
Lee Jae-kyung had come up with it.
‘Oh! It sounds mighty!’
When asked why that name, the answer was spectacular—but only the apostles knew the truth.
‘I asked that ChatGPT thing.’
Truth or not, if the dwarves were satisfied, that was enough.
“We want that too.”
Finally, the man dealing with Ironbelly, Pastor Park Do-young, scratched the back of his neck and said.
“No one wants it more than we do.”
They hadn’t heard it from Go Yohan, but they too regarded him as something immense and followed him.
The goddess he spoke of? She wasn’t even on their minds.
Only Go Yohan.
“But ‘His Divinity’ hasn’t permitted it.”
‘His Divinity’?
Only then did Ironbelly flinch.
“Urgh….”
Dwarves were unmatched in stubbornness among their kind.
Even if their race had changed, their nature hadn’t.
“Uwaaaah!”
It wouldn’t be easy to accept, but persistence was working.
At that moment, Gluttony approached.
“What… is… going on…?”
Normally holed up in the underground lab, Gluttony had been coming out more lately due to the commotion.
“Oh, you’ve come!”
Ironbelly greeted Gluttony warmly.
“Apostle!”
With the new dwarves, another hierarchy had formed in the church.
At the top was Go Yohan.
No rank or position, but everyone acknowledged it.
Right below him, the apostles.
At first, he wondered if these crusty dwarves would accept them.
‘Th-this can’t be… What….’
After seeing the apostles directly, they seemed to sense something.
‘What should we call you?’
Not quite as deferential as with Go Yohan, but polite and cautious.
They said they could see the fates and pains the apostles bore, along with the years.
Thus, the dwarven hierarchy placed apostles above them.
‘Then I’ll be the bishop. The rest of you can be congregants.’
Becoming bishop above the congregants.
“We were discussing the temple reconstruction. The current temple is far too shabby and inefficient to house His Divinity.”
Gluttony’s eyes gleamed.
In truth, Gluttony—Kang In-bae—had contributed greatly to building the current church.
“I, Iron Bishop, cannot house His Divinity in a place like this. And the production facilities, too….”
“So you don’t like this place?”
Gluttony fixed Ironbelly with a sharp gaze.
“That’s right.”
Ironbelly didn’t back down.
Then came an unexpected reaction.
“Me too! Will you help convince the Captain? Please? Pretty please!”
It was a rare sight from Gluttony.
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Scratch.
Go Yohan scratched his cheek with a dumb look.
“That’s what I’m saying!”
“If only it were like this!”
In the church chapel, a hologram blueprint unfolded via magic.
Ironbelly had been with the church less than a week.
“Like this!”
“And it’d be perfect!”
He never dreamed Gluttony, the most reserved and shy apostle, would bond with him like that.
“As I said before.”
“This is the first time, but it has to be like this!”
“To work!”
He couldn’t make sense of their babble.
Mana efficiency this, defense that, space utilization whatever.
Aesthetics, ceremonies.
Scratch.
They were prattling on about Go Yohan’s weakest areas.
He was just a knight.
One who wielded a sword, cut down his lord’s enemies.
A knight who only carried out his lord’s commands.
“Did you hear properly? Captain?”
“Do you understand? Clan Lord? No, Captain!”
Lacking magical talent or engineering knowledge—that was Go Yohan.
“So.”
Finally, Go Yohan spoke.
“You want to rebuild the temple—no, the church?”
“Yes!”
“Spot on!”
“The reasons are….”
But.
“It’ll aid defense, and we want this place to be the world’s hub. Create reliable means using warp gates or Black Gates, concentrate equipment and facilities to counter them.”
He wasn’t stupid.
“And anyway, this place is safer than anywhere?”
“Th-that’s right.”
“Exactly!”
Go Yohan sighed and spoke again.
“But why the exterior?”
“It’s inevitably a place we’ll frequent. It needs to stand out going forward.”
Ironbelly answered.
“A hub must be intuitive and flashy. As you know, in our world—not sure about this one—generals and kings adorned themselves most splendidly for battle. You’d know that too, Captain.”
So.
“You need a symbol.”
“Y-yes! Exactly!”
Hmm.
Go Yohan hummed.
“But that’s not the only reason.”
Ironbelly continued.
“As I said before, the Demon God Armor can’t be worn right away.”
“…….”
“But with it, revenge—no, in war, it’d be immensely useful.”
Go Yohan nodded.
Armor he could wear held great meaning.
It meant something tough enough to withstand even his world-slicing power.
‘And what the goddess gave me surely has value.’
But as Ironbelly said, he couldn’t wear it now.
“For that ritual alone, rebuilding the temple is essential! Thus.”
“We!”
“Demand!”
“The temple’s reconstruction!”
He thought for a moment.
Maybe it wasn’t about saving the dwarves.
But.
“Permission granted.”
It made sense.