Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: The World's Fragment
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[You have acquired a Fragment of the World.]
Along with the goddess's voice, a glowing small shard floated up from the spot where Garandril had vanished.
And it soon.
Pop!
Rushed toward Go Yohan, embedding itself into one part of the Mark of Sin. It shone like a diamond—no, brighter than that.
Whooo.
Then, with a refreshing breeze, it lost its light.
“…….”
But Go Yohan had no spare attention for such things.
As Garandril had said, he was an archdemon, but an existence inferior to Kartul.
Just a being swollen with power.
Garandril was a fool with no lessons learned from the past or any development whatsoever.
Thump! Thump!
The problem was the sin.
The massive amount of karma points acquired once again.
Thump! Thump!
The area around his heart, where the sin resided, pounded wildly.
“…….”
Stirring up Go Yohan's mind.
Quite a few of the triangular demons that had survived still remained.
A small number of Veren Guild members under Jiona Veren were left as well.
But none of them could head toward Go Yohan.
The demons.
Flinch.
They recalled memories of the past.
It was only now that they truly realized the monster who had single-handedly confronted all of hell, that mad knight, was present before their eyes.
“De… demon….”
Veren's guild master, Kim Doha, was gripped by a terror of a different kind.
Just like when demons first encountered Michael in the past.
“Demon….”
In the face of that astonishing power and the hostility directed at demons.
Thud.
Her reason paralyzed, her body refused to move.
Clutching her mouth with both hands, Kim Doha regretted it.
‘I’m going to die.’
Go Yohan’s warning had not been the arrogance or insolence of an ignorant child babbling away.
It had simply been a plain conveyance packed tight with unerring truth.
Tremble.
They should not have joined hands with them.
They should not have been seduced by that shallow power.
At that moment.
Step.
Finally, one who moved appeared.
“You… must die.”
It was Choi Jiun, vice guild master of Geo Guild.
“You must die.”
Gripping his sword with his remaining arm, he walked toward Go Yohan.
Right now, with Go Yohan inexplicably not moving, this was the only remaining chance.
“You must die!”
Korea’s number one? Great power? Ruler of the world? Until a few hours ago, Choi Jiun’s head had been filled with such rosy futures.
But now, his mind was packed solely with a dark future.
Tata-tat!
Terror was now moving Choi Jiun’s body, enabling him to charge toward Go Yohan.
However.
Slash!
With a sharp sound, Choi Jiun’s field of vision tilted.
“Uh….”
A crumbling world.
The last thing Choi Jiun saw.
“Hyu… hyung?”
Was his own flesh and blood, Choi Jio.
He was glaring at Choi Jiun with gritted teeth and bulging eyes.
Indescribably deep emotions.
Rage, sorrow, and grief.
‘Ah.’
Only then could Choi Jiun realize.
‘What have I done.’
He now understood the price of being bewitched by something corrupt.
It was not his own death.
‘Hyung. Sorry….’
It was forcing his own neck to be severed by the hand of his blood kin who had trusted and stood with him.
Amid those deep emotions, Choi Jiun’s breath was cut off.
Swish.
Only then did Go Yohan look toward Choi Jio.
“In the end, it comes to this.”
It was an gaze and tone unfit for a young man.
[The Specter of Regret is released.]
His altered form was returning to normal as well.
“You… what… what the hell are you?”
Choi Jio asked.
“I am.”
Ruuuuumble!
The world began to collapse.
Due to the gate’s boss, Tandra—no, the Garandril born from it—vanishing.
[Kantara Mountains are destroyed.]
[You acquire a large amount of karma points.]
[You acquire part of the Kantara Mountains’ coordinates.]
“The goddess’s knight.”
When Go Yohan spoke those words.
“Run!”
Kim Doha shouted as well.
Rumble rumble rumble!
The world collapsed.
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A crowd had formed a mountain in front of the Seongdong Black Gate.
“If this Black Gate is cleared safely as well, the course ahead will change.”
Countless reporters, players, association members.
And ordinary citizens who had come to watch.
“Once again, this small nation called Korea has pulled it off. Geo and Veren—they are the talents who will lead the new era.”
National Assembly members.
Thud thud thud thud!
Helicopters rose into the air, broadcasting the Black Gate live from all directions.
“The ratings have exceeded 20 percent!”
“How long has it been!”
“If we include the other broadcasters….”
Just one public broadcaster had 20 percent ratings.
Over dozens of stations were filming and live-streaming this scene.
Foreign media paying attention to the Black Gate were rebroadcasting it as well.
Personal streams numbered in the hundreds, even thousands.
It was then.
“Uh uh!”
A crack forming in the Black Gate.
Experience told them what that phenomenon meant.
“It’s cleared—!”
“The moment I say it! The Seongdong Black Gate has been cleared!”
“Finally!”
It was an excitement similar to quite a distant past, when Korea advanced to the World Cup semifinals.
The frenzy of having accomplished what no one else in the world could properly do.
“The moment a hero is born!”
The protagonist was not Go Yohan.
He possessed qualities far too lacking to become a hero.
The backdrop of divinity was too grand to empathize with his hardships.
His youthful indiscretions cast doubt on his purity and goodness.
His subsequent declaration was arrogance and indulgence.
“Geo!”
Those who crawled up from the bottom.
“Veren!”
Those who did not break amid adversity.
“Heroes are about to appear!”
It was precisely those who had been lacking achieving a feat that made them true heroes.
Moreover, great heroes who had opened a new era of blessed items and spirits for players who thought they had hit their limits.
“Waaaaaaaaah!”
Just as everyone cheered to celebrate the birth of heroes.
Thud.
Something fell, revealing itself.
“……?”
All cameras and gazes turned there.
“Kyaaaaaaaak!”
“F-fuck! What the hell is that!”
There lay the headless corpse of Choi Jiun.
Following him, a few Veren Guild members in horrific states, and then Veren’s guild master Kim Doha.
“Huff, huff….”
Terrified, clutching her severed arm, she appeared.
“…….”
No one could easily open their mouths at that bewildering sight.
“Run….”
Kim Doha muttered with a dazed face.
“We have to run….”
Geo Guild emerged behind her.
Choi Jio, with a complicated expression, collapsed to the ground right there, and following him.
“Camera….”
“Yes?”
“Camera!”
The one who appeared—everything turned toward him.
Silver-white hair, sky-blue eyes.
He who emerged from the gate extended his hand without hesitation.
And.
Crunch!
He tore apart the standing Veren Guild members.
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All of it had happened in what could be called an instant.
To ordinary people, it was merely time to turn up the volume a few notches.
Plop plop.
Fragments of what had been Veren Guild members fell.
-Captain!
Yun Seunga’s urgent voice reached Go Yohan.
-Now, right—
“We can track them.”
Go Yohan blocked Yun Seunga, who was about to move to sort out the situation, and issued a different order.
“Dvergr.”
Those that had contacted Geo.
“Dark Elves.”
That was the identity of those who had contacted Veren.
“The spirits will flee to survive, and the Dvergr will sever connections to erase traces. Right now.”
He said to Yun Seunga.
“Find their base and kill them all.”
-……Understood.
What Go Yohan desired ended here.
Those that had hidden their forms had desperately tried not to leave traces.
If the blessed items were inspected, they would reveal this and that, and eventually pinpoint the manufacturing location and faction.
“Now’s the time.”
If they had scattered, they would surely hide again and bide their chance.
When they realized their mistake in terror.
When they gathered to do something.
“They opened the gate and summoned Garandril. It wouldn’t have been easy for the hidden demonkin.”
Even amid that.
Crunch crunch!
Go Yohan grabbed and tore apart the Geo and Veren Guild members from which demons had escaped.
“They’ll be gathered, so kill them all.”
Yun Seunga’s voice was not heard.
She had already moved.
He could feel her mana expanding as she teleported.
“What the….”
“Kyaaaaaaaak!”
“C-crazy…!”
Only then did the clamor reach him.
Thud thud thud!
The sound of helicopters, people’s screams, fleeing VIPs.
And reporters shoving cameras in as if capturing this moment was their absolute mission.
“S-save… save me….”
Kim Doha collapsed to her knees, crawling toward Go Yohan and begging.
“P-please, spare me….”
Her face was a mess of tears, and a pungent smell wafted from below.
“I warned you clearly.”
Go Yohan approached her and said.
“You had a chance, and the choice was yours.”
“I… I didn’t know… I never thought….”
“You just need to take responsibility.”
At that moment.
“Go Yohan, player!”
“Stop right now!”
Association members, led by Kim Wonseok, poured out and surrounded Go Yohan.
They stood blocking in front of Kim Doha as if to protect her.
“Stop right now. I don’t know what happened.”
Grind.
Kim Wonseok ground his teeth and said.
“You’ve crossed the line.”
Violence among players was more common than one might think.
Especially inside a gate where anything could happen.
“……There are recording devices, so we’ll check what happened inside the gate and make a fair decision at the association later.”
If there was a reason for Go Yohan’s actions, they would uncover it.
And when that time came, if necessary, they would punish Kim Doha.
“……That’s the procedure.”
Kim Wonseok was convinced.
No matter how rampaging mad Go Yohan was, he would follow his words.
The backdrop of divinity behind him would instead become his weakness.
“……Think of the divinity.”
He was convinced that this land called Korea, the order of law, and the gazes of countless people would bind Go Yohan.
And Go Yohan finally stopped.
“Think it over….”
Bang!
Kim Wonseok’s head exploded.
“Don’t shelter demons in front of me. I warned you, many times.”
Go Yohan—no, what stood there.
Whoooosh!
Was Michael.