Chapter 288
Chapter 288
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 288
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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"The King of Ma-cheon understands your troubles."
"The King of Ma-cheon sponsors 1,000 AP.
"There's a good skill that suits you.""
"A good... skill?"
I narrowed my eyes. The King of Ma-cheon was a divine seat I'd contracted with, but I still couldn't fully trust him.
That said, I couldn't just ignore his words completely. The reason he was such a scumbag was that he never lied.
If the King of Ma-cheon called it a good skill, there was a high chance it really was.
"...!"
My mouth fell open without me realizing it.
'A skill like this exists...!'
Even I, who had the setting document for God's Atlantis, was seeing this skill for the first time. And it was exactly what I wanted. With this, I could use Kasha as a cocksleeve without worry.
"...What's the price?"
I suppressed my boiling greed and asked the King of Ma-cheon.
There was no way the King of Ma-cheon would give me such an incredible skill out of pure goodwill.
And as expected, there was a condition.
I flinched at the word "trial."
A trial was similar to a mission. However, trials offered better rewards.
The biggest difference was that missions involved indirect interference with exiles, while trials allowed divine seats to intervene directly.
'Direct intervention doesn't mean going berserk. If it's not a legitimate trial, the system will sanction the divine seat immediately.'
The system existed, but that didn't eliminate the risk. If a divine seat was determined to kill via a trial, you'd die. Trials couldn't be abandoned midway.
'Is the King of Ma-cheon trying to kill me with a trial?'
No.
The King of Ma-cheon had never antagonized me before. He'd only shown goodwill. Even if it was fake, there was no reason for him to suddenly try killing me.
'My contracted divine seats aren't just the King of Ma-cheon. There's Zeus too. Zeus wouldn't just watch if I died from an unfair trial.'
Normally, I'd refuse a trial. The King of Ma-cheon was too suspicious. But Subordination (A) was a skill I absolutely wanted.
'Too bad to give up on Kasha for this.'
I glanced at the naked Kasha at my feet. Looking at her like this, I started getting horny again.
"...What kind of trial?"
Ten Thousand Kills
Kill 10,000 humans designated by the King of Ma-cheon.
The trial will take place in a space prepared by the King of Ma-cheon.
Special trial. Time on the Atlantis continent will not flow during the trial.
The trial cannot be abandoned midway.
Trial success reward - Subordination (A)
Trial-granting divine seat - King of Ma-cheon
"... "
The King of Ma-cheon, who once sang missions to kill people, was now forcing it with a trial.
I thought this psycho bastard was the real deal, but deep down, I felt relieved.
'Ten thousand? You think I can't kill if you tell me to? It probably means fighting and winning against enemies around my level... If Atlantis time doesn't flow, no reason not to.'
He wouldn't summon overwhelmingly strong monsters for me to fight. Trials needed system approval. In other words, impossible trials weren't accepted.
I trusted the system and told the King of Ma-cheon.
"Fine. I accept the trial."
My brow furrowed.
The King of Ma-cheon acted generous sometimes, but he seemed stingy with this trial.
'He should've been more generous with the reward. Like making the Subordination skill SS-rank...'
Ten Thousand Kills
Kill 10,000 humans designated by the King of Ma-cheon.
The trial will take place in a space prepared by the King of Ma-cheon.
Special trial. Time on the Atlantis continent will not flow during the trial.
The trial cannot be abandoned midway.
Trial success reward - Subordination (A), permanent stat increase based on progress.
Trial-granting divine seat - King of Ma-cheon
"Hold on."
I carefully reviewed the trial info. The content hadn't changed, but the reward was added. The trial itself wasn't modified.
'Permanent stat increase... Jackpot.'
I was really looking forward to how much stats I'd gain by the end.
"Well... doesn't seem like anything fishy. Alright. Let's start."
I felt a sensation like being sucked somewhere.
???
I stood in the middle of a road leading to a small village. Glancing back, there was a forest path.
I pondered which way to go for a moment.
I decided on the village. The trial from the King of Ma-cheon was Ten Thousand Kills. To kill people, I needed to go where people were.
'Ten thousand kills... Reminds me of the Playful Life world where it said "kill the gays." I killed tens of billions back then.'
Tens of billions of men turned to dust from lightning. Honestly, no real emotion. Guilt? It was just the Playful Life world, and I was a god—why feel that?
'This trial's probably fake too.'
Even the original protagonist, Kang Myung-jin, got trials. His were reliving past history. Bluntly, trials were fakes created by divine power. Like virtual reality. The problem was failing meant real death.
'How many in that village? Around 300? If 300 band together to resist, it'll be a hassle...'
Thinking about it, killing ten thousand would take at least a few days. Even killing 1,000 a day would take ten days.
'If I set the village on fire, wouldn't they all die?'
Wish I could use magic right now. Nothing as efficient for mass slaughter.
'Use Brain Flash to change the status window...'
I paused mid-thought. Something was on the roadside. Approaching, it was a basket.
Waaah! Waaah!
A newborn baby's cry came from the basket.
Waaah! Waaah!
"... "
Logically, what's the chance of encountering an abandoned newborn on the road to a village? Inside the village, maybe, but this was outside.
To kill a baby, strangle it or dump it in the woods. If hoping someone raises it, leave it visible in the village.
'Too contrived. The King of Ma-cheon's doing.'
'Ah.'
I recalled the trial info: "Kill 10,000 humans designated by the King of Ma-cheon." Killing non-designated ones probably didn't count.
'Fuck. This'll make the trial take longer.'
I should've noticed sooner and pressed the King of Ma-cheon... I sighed.
"You seem to be misunderstanding something... You think I can't kill it just 'cause it's a baby?"
I strode toward the loudly crying baby. This wasn't reality; it was like the Playful Life world. And this baby was a virtual entity in it.
I grabbed the basket and hurled it aside with all my strength. No need to dirty myself with baby blood and guts.
I entered the village.
The first to greet me was an old woman sitting on a chair near the entrance. Spotting me, she grabbed a water jar and crude wooden cup, rushing over breathlessly. She spoke as if thrilled.
"Young man... Welcome to Mangre! It's been so long since we had a visitor. We welcome you! Thirsty, aren't you? Here's some cool spring water. No charge—drink up! Must've been tough getting here, right?"
"...Is there poison in the water by any chance?"
"Hehe! As if! What do you take this old lady for? Pure goodwill! If you don't want to drink, I won't force you! But I can't stop from guiding you around our village. It's been around for 200 years..."
The old woman started babbling.
"... "
I scowled. The King of Ma-cheon only designated who to kill; he had no say in how. I wouldn't tear the old woman.
"Oh? What? Did this old lady do something wrong...?"
The chattering old woman looked at my face apologetically.
I glanced around and grabbed her throat with one hand.
"Gack?! Guh! Keeek! Guh!"
The old woman struggled. But escaping my grip was impossible for her.
Crack.
I snapped her neck and tossed her into a corner.
My worry that the King of Ma-cheon might not designate everyone was unfounded; he designated every visible person.
"Hiiieee! P-Please spare me! M-Money's in that drawer...!"
I punched a sturdy man's solar plexus dead.
"Wh-Why are you doing this...? W-We didn't do anything to you... Aaak!"
An ordinary housewife's face exploded from my fist.
"Urk. S-Sorry. I'll eat well and listen to Mom. P-Please spare me. Mom...!"
I kicked the kids playing in the square to death.
"Stop! Pleeease stop! Please... don't kill our villagers... "
A woman, the village chief's daughter, knelt before me, rubbing her palms together tearfully. She was quite a beauty.
My mood was sour, but this worked out.
I raped the woman.