Chapter 95
Chapter 95
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: The Imugi Crawling in the Millennia-Old Abyss (4)
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At the moment the fragment of the demon race—Deriax—was placed on the left scale, balancing the tilted scales, the soul of the woman beside me was sucked straight into me. Light and darkness poured down from the sky toward me.
"Ah……!"
An overwhelming sense of euphoria washed over me as my consciousness sank. It felt like that sensation I'd experienced once before. Something warm and comforting enveloped my soul.
"What the hell?"
"What is that thing? That spear just now—was that its doing?"
"Yeah. That spear from earlier—the one used against the Dangun Guild!"
"No way! Is that thing protecting us? Shit! Are we gonna live?!"
"Please! Please! Save us!"
In the midst of despair and darkness, hope and light were bait too desperate to ignore. This overwhelming performance only made their hopes burn brighter.
The hunters' gazes all turned to the sky. Even Dangun Ji-hyeok couldn't stop them from looking away; instead, he followed their eyes upward.
Light and darkness. Good and evil. Divinity and demonic energy.
Two opposing forces poured down like spotlights from above. Wings emerged to fill the imbalance of two and four, revealing a total of ten pairs.
The small, delicate wings grew several times brighter and darker, expanding massively.
Long hair cascaded from beneath the veiled mask, and her body grew slightly larger, as if attuning the wavelengths of soul and flesh.
At the same time, eyes snapped open beneath the mask. Heterochromatic eyes bearing light and darkness appeared, signaling the descent's completion.
And with that, a message floated before everyone.
It was a proclamation. A signal flare that this great being would one day surely resurrect.
The descended entity's epithet burned into everyone's minds. How could they forget?
The figure before them was no less than a god itself. No—it was a god incarnate.
The Divine Throne. The enigmatic entity known by that name had revealed itself.
Even the system showed her respect. Though she hadn't fully regained her memories, body, or power—and her strength remained sealed—her dignity endured.
This was different from when she'd slain the black mage before. The moment she recovered even a fragment of memory, she reclaimed a piece of herself.
The dignity of myth became an irrefutable law and truth simply by existing.
At her words, the mana forming the world churned. The air cleared on its own, and the sky, darkened by the Imugi's flames, brightened once more.
Divine Word. The surroundings assimilated and moved at the god's command.
Satisfied with the phenomenon, she glanced at the epithet floating before her and murmured softly.
She didn't know her true name, yet she knew. Her epithets were many. She couldn't recall them, but it was certain.
She extended her hand. Far away, monsters driven mad by the overwhelming madness infused in the Imugi's buff froze solid, not daring to move as they charged toward the humans.
It was a different kind of pressure from the Imugi's aura. No need for crude roars.
Just gazing upon her was enough. They weren't even permitted to breathe.
Their minds shattered, bodies crumbled, and mana backlashed, exploding outward.
The result of an overwhelming gap in dignity. Yet she wasn't satisfied with mere that.
With those words, thousands of monsters in the front lines died without knowing what hit them. They vanished without a trace.
Though gone, everyone instinctively knew—they were dead.
Now seeming satisfied, she turned her gaze to the Imugi.
For the Imugi, it was a taste of death. It had dodged falling boulders to escape here, only for a mountain too vast to even glimpse fully to now descend upon it.
No sense of injustice remained. Just a wry chuckle. It had already sensed its end. A fate unchangeable.
Death was inevitable.
A rock offers a snake a chance; a mountain does not. To a rock, a snake is visible prey—but to a mountain, it's an insignificant worm. No conversation. Just crushed.
Those were its final words. The end of a calamity that had lived nearly a millennium aspiring to dragonhood. As the Fallen Angel's hand moved, an energy coalesced in the air and devoured the Imugi whole.
That was it. The Imugi died. Erased. Not even a soul remained.
As if to embody "worthless"—the void itself.
No drop of blood, no scale, no tooth left behind. It could have been regrettable. A disaster-grade beast's corpse would be invaluable.
But the hunters couldn't even entertain such thoughts. No fool dared level such absurd complaints at the Divine Throne.
The calamity ended. The system messages paused briefly, as if summarizing the drastic shift, and the Fallen Angel turned her gaze elsewhere.
Her eyes settled on the distant Imugi's domain. A small body there—she took it in.
The alien strength felt in this world. An aura impossible to hide. A being staring back as if the culprit of this incident.
The Fallen Angel saw through its nature at a glance. The being tensed, shedding its robe to reveal itself.
A dragon with red eyes and a single pair of red horns. Polymorphed into human form.
A male about middle-school age in height and build.
"Why would an incarnation of the Divine Throne descend into such a small, insignificant world…? Even performing a full advent? And carrying a divine relic at that? Not some low-grade one, but a top-tier divine relic?!"
The being's lips twisted in rage, flames erupting from its body.
"A half-broken wretch with only dignity left after losing all power! How dare you scorn the great Red Dragon clan! A maggot too weak to conquer its own desires and fallen! A fool so pathetic even death left you incomplete!"
Power stirred. The being reflexively dodged, but couldn't evade perfectly.
Kwachik!
The worthless power claimed its left arm. Staring at the empty shoulder, it screamed in agony.
For the first time since birth, helplessness and pain paralyzed its reason. Rage surged, baring its true nature.
"Damn you! Damn you! Damn you, half-assed maggot! The Lord, the elders—they won't forgive this! Touching a hatchling like me! Aren't you afraid of a dragon's wrath? Your incarnation's dimension will perish!"
As the Fallen Angel's hand moved again to strike, the dragon acted.
Life on the line, perhaps? Its briefly shattered reason snapped back, judging swiftly.
In an instant, a portal opened behind it, and it fled with its minions.
Watching them vanish swiftly, the Fallen Angel withdrew her hand. In truth, her words and actions had all been a bluff.
A feint. She could use no more power. She'd already drawn beyond what was permitted.
Descent didn't restore lost strength, and matching a dragon with dignity alone favored her defeat.
Had the opponent been a more experienced dragon, it wouldn't have fallen for such carelessness. It would have charged, seeing a chance to hunt a god.
They were an irregular race born with ancient-to-legendary dignity.
Her power began to wane. Control over the body weakened. The original owner's consciousness resurfaced. Her allotted time had ended.
The Fallen Angel took a deep breath, savoring the living scent and sensation one last time.
"Ah…… Tsk. What a pity."
She returned to soul form.
The disaster-grade monster was dead. Slain by a single person. Hunters who had braced for desperate last stands with grand speeches and resolve now stood awkwardly as the calamity vanished in seconds.
"Hm…… Why does it feel so anticlimactic? Kinda unsatisfying?"
One hunter's words sparked murmurs everywhere. Complaints, but joyful ones.
Complaints brimming with the joy of survival. Dangun Cheonje didn't silence them. Understanding the terror and fear they'd felt, he let them vent.
The Fallen Angel sweeping the front-line monsters and killing the Imugi meant no more waves.
He withdrew his mana and descended to the ground. Behind him, I followed, now with only six wings remaining.
"I have many questions, but they're pointless now. First, thank you. I owe you my life. You're the hero who saved not just us, but all of Korea."
I smiled at Dangun Cheonje bowing his head and the hunters expressing their gratitude one by one. Of course, the mask hid my expression—they couldn't see my smile.
I was happy. To them, I was a hero.
A hero thanked by people, like my parents.
"Thank you. Your speech leading everyone in that hopeless moment inspired me. It was cool. It showed why you're Dangun Cheonje, the man everyone respects. The hunter I dreamed of being. I saved them, yes—but you gave me courage and hope."
I extended my hand. Dangun Ji-hyeok chuckled and clasped it. After a brief handshake, I reached into the air.
As Longinus was recalled, I took one last look at Dangun Cheonje beginning post-battle cleanup, then dragged my weary body toward the tent.