Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Mythic Class
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I checked my stats. The Infinite stat and Pride stat had both grown all the way to C rank. That was a full seven stages of growth, by simple calculation. It was utterly absurd.
'Must be thanks to the Tower of Ascension.'
C-rank Pride granted me mana and inner energy vast as the great ocean, while Infinite had completely evolved my body.
I raised my hand. Thrust it out.
Bang!
The air burst with a sonic boom, and the dummy's abdomen was punched clean through.
I hadn't even used the Sun God Technique's fist arts. It was just a light test strike. Yet the thing crumpled.
I let out a hollow breath and extended my hand once more toward the dummy, which was still twitching in a desperate bid to stay "alive."
This time, I channeled the Sun's inner energy abundantly, infusing it with a new technique that my future self would create!
It was an attack that pierced the sun. The power to penetrate that immense, colossal sun erupted from my hand, annihilating the dummy without leaving so much as a drop of blood.
"Hoo..."
Just two punches. If I had to quantify it, a little over thirty seconds had passed. My unique ability began to deactivate.
There was no backlash. The runes' blessings had erased all the side effects that should have been there. But as the buffs enveloping my entire body swiftly faded, the overwhelming sense of exhaustion was unavoidable.
I exhaled deeply, bracing myself to keep from collapsing, and opened my inventory to summon one of the souls in my territory.
Sure enough, this Fallen Angel was connected to that being. She knew of the entity bound to the pillar, whether dead or alive.
Yes, that one lifting its head and opening its eyes...!
"Damn it!"
Guided by the Infinite stat's intuition, I retreated to the farthest back wall without question. So this was what that puppet master meant by buying time?
The being casually shattered the iron chains binding it and rose from its seat. It took human form, but it was no human.
A demon tribe member—no, something greater. A Demon King—no, something even more exalted. A Demon God.
The being who commanded the 72 Demon Kings as subordinates and was worshipped by hundreds of millions of demons.
The Fallen Angel wailed, lost in a daze, frozen as she stared only at the fragment of the god.
"Damn it."
This wasn't the scenario I'd envisioned. I was supposed to clear the original quest here and gain power.
But because of that puppet master bastard, what the hell was this mess!
This has no end. Seriously. It just keeps coming without respite. The problem was I had no cards left. The regression cooldown hadn't even finished yet, hanging by a thread.
This was going to be tough. The moment I thought that and considered fleeing—
A message appeared. Right—with revealing that being's identity, I'd completed the underground investigation the quest demanded.
All that remained was the reward.
Divine Seat, Sovereign of All Demons—Solomon's Clone
Rank: Myth
Grade: EX+
Description: You have discovered the pinnacle of demons slumbering in the deepest underground of the most radiant and holy kingdom. You don't know why his clone is here, but slay the clone whose will has been suppressed, severed from its main body, and turned into an independent entity.
Objective: Slay God's Clone (0/1)
Success: Job: Sovereign of Myriad Demons [Myth-EX] created, Hidden Job Quest (3) created, ???
Failure: Hidden Job Quest permanently destroyed, Item: Enigmatic Crown [Common-S] destroyed
I'm going insane. I let out a sigh. There were truly no options left. I even tried pulling out Longinus to hastily activate it, but—
Kwaaang!
In an instant, the thick, dark demonic energy erupting from him snatched Longinus along with my wrist.
"Gaaahhh!!!"
My scream was brief as instinct hurled my body sideways.
Kudangtang!
My body crashed into the cavern wall, rolling several times before stopping, but that minor damage was a blessing. The spot where I'd stood moments ago was already reduced to rubble, as if exploded.
'Damn it.'
Only one way left?
I couldn't use Descent. Cooldown hadn't ended, and above all, no souls to consume.
Use Longinus? It'd already been taken along with my right hand.
"Rune: Time—Hourglass."
"Use it. Self-Strengthening!"
I gritted my teeth, glaring at the enemy before me. A few months ahead was no longer enough. I needed to summon from much farther in the future—a distant possibility.
One strong enough to easily defeat a mere fragment of that god.
"Fortune!!! Quit sleeping and wake up!"
I gritted my teeth harder. Did it require that steep a price? But I couldn't back down here.
If I did, I'd die. Steel resolve, I poured mana to heal my hand, then spoke calmly.
"Do it. Let's give it a shot."
Right, thinking about it, it had been strange. Why couldn't mythic-rank Fortune perfectly suppress mere legendary-rank Misfortune?
I'd assumed it was because Misfortune was also an authority cloaked as a unique ability. In raw power clashes, Fortune always held a slight edge, after all.
But I was wrong. Heaven had never shown its full power since the first massive outpouring of suppressed Fortune after regression.
It had gathered. Saved. Waited.
Until it could save no more. Gather no more. Wait no more.
And now was that moment. I faintly felt that absurd flow from back then. An inscrutable realm where causality bent to my will, crafting the desired outcome.
If I wanted the enemy dead, the result was fated first, with the process inserted after.
"Just once."
I realized the luck I now wielded could only be used once. And I used it immediately.
Summon it. My strongest self. The most brilliantly shining moment among all my possibilities.
A new possibility began to settle into me at the message's end...
[Error!]
[Error!]
[Error!]
A summons beyond capacity!
It failed. The unique ability couldn't withstand it. It couldn't summon something so exalted. A mere legendary-grade unique ability couldn't handle such a descent, not even an authority.
The unique ability judged swiftly. Lowered. Sought a lesser possibility.
...
It searched and searched and searched again.
And in this process, I realized it. My possibilities were immense. At the very least, my limits weren't scraping by as a bottom-tier hunter only to die pathetically.
I closed my eyes. Felt it. Possibilities bloomed.
Blossomed brilliantly.
...
It was decided. Sensing something instinctively, Solomon's clone instantly pierced my left chest where my heart lay.
Pain surged. But it was too late. It grew.
Grew larger. Larger. Larger still. Even larger.
Not my flesh growing. Grade. Power. Soul expanding.
The ever-arrogant and majestic Tower of Gold ego materialized. It took the form of a Golden Goblin resembling Goldie.
Fortune, her beautiful face veiled in pure white robes, materialized to my left, hands clasped and eyes closed in prayer. As her prayer resounded, miracles spread across the world.
The monster known as Misfortune, still veiled, materialized roaring and howling. The world trembled in terror at its roar.
The Sun, seemingly having absorbed the remaining two fragments, floated above my head as a brilliant sun.
"Is this it?"
My possibilities. The moment I thought that and tried to move—hundreds, no, thousands, tens of thousands of messages flooded in instantly.
...
The myriad authorities, unique abilities, runes, and skills my future self possessed.
They manifested, guiding me. Still with its hand pierced through my chest, toward the frozen clone.
With one word, everything my future self held poured forth. The god's clone died.
With a single word. Simultaneously, the powers dwelling in my body began fading one by one. Restoring my flesh to peak condition was a bonus.
And among the vanishing powers, the last three authorities whispered.
That was the end. My mind, overtaxed beyond limits, could endure no more.
...
With the flood of messages, I blacked out completely.