Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Del Marque's Legacy
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Following the total annihilation of the revolutionary army, the operations team found themselves enduring their most grueling days yet. The unexpected death of Drauder and the subsequent collapse of his forces meant that two years' worth of carefully crafted scenarios and intricate quests had simply vanished in an instant. However, amidst that chaos, the most pressing issue remained the anomaly known as Nineheart.
Team Leader Park Kwangho stared into the records room, his leg shaking with a nervous, rhythmic energy that betrayed his anxiety. "Sang-sik," he called out, his voice echoing in the sterile room.
"There is still nothing to report, sir," Sang-sik replied, his tone heavy with exhaustion. "It is complete, pitch-black silence on all frequencies."
Kwangho let out a frustrated breath. If Drauder had died, the power of Nineheart should have naturally latched onto the nearest viable host, yet there had been no data signature to indicate a transfer. The death of Drauder itself was a mystery; he was a level 154 Named monster with the potential to ascend to hero status, backed by the dark power of the demon’s legacy. By all logic, the players involved in the raid should have been slaughtered.
Instead, the impossible had occurred, and Drauder had been tracked down and permanently deleted from the world. Every record pointed toward the exploits of a single user: the Iron Mask Man. Kwangho frowned as he realized that no matter how deep he dug into the server logs, there was zero trace of a user code associated with that name. It was as if the player didn't exist—a ghost in the machine causing judgment and edit errors that the AI, Agas, was seemingly determining on its own.
He recalled the EMT-1004 incident from the past, noting that the problematic user code had stopped logging data entirely after that event. They were now facing an unbreakable lock on a player who was actively rewriting the continent's history.
"Team leader," Sang-sik interrupted his thoughts. "I have a question. We’ve discussed Nineheart at length, but what about Prime Minister Del Marque’s legacy? My clearance was denied when I tried to look into it."
Kwangho smirked, deciding that since the intended heir was dead and the secret map had vanished, there was no longer a reason to keep the information classified. He explained that while the Prime Minister lacked any talent for elemental or mana-based magic, he had managed to master one specific, incredibly rare field: Spatial Magic.
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[You have entered Del Marque's secret space!]
[Long ago, Prime Minister Del Marque was deeply versed in spatial magic, and this temporary realm was created through his mastery. A legacy left for his successor awaits you here!]
[Please proceed to the chest in the center of the space.]
Luke blinked his eyes open and found himself standing in a vast, shimmering universe where countless stars twinkled against a deep backdrop. He was momentarily mesmerized by the scenery until he realized there was no ground beneath his feet. He felt a surge of vertigo, but Poko quickly popped out of his backpack and dashed forward, revealing an invisible floor that felt like transparent glass.
He followed the small creature toward a weathered wooden chest that stood in stark contrast to the celestial surroundings. His heart pounded with anticipation. He imagined the legendary merchant-turned-prime minister might have left behind mountains of gold coins, rare jewels, or high-grade equipment that would allow him to build a private army.
He approached the box cautiously, noting that it lacked any traps or mimic signatures. It was a legacy intended for a successor, recognized by the demon fragment he carried. "Alright, Poko, here goes nothing," Luke whispered as he gripped the lid.
With a slow, heavy creak, the gap widened to reveal... a single transparent orb. It looked remarkably like a snow globe, and peering inside, Luke could see miniature buildings and structures faintly visible through the glass. He reached out and grabbed the artifact.
[You have obtained Prime Minister Del Marque's legacy!]
[Absorbing the Dimensional Orb!]
[Maximum Mana has significantly increased!]
[Acquiring a new unique skill!]
Spacetime began to twist violently, and the orb suddenly seeped into his body like liquid light. In an instant, the cosmic backdrop flipped, and Luke found himself standing in an opulently decorated bedroom that looked like a nobleman's private chamber.
He cautiously opened the door and stepped out into a lavish mansion. A fire crackled in a fireplace, casting a warm glow over sofas, cupboards, and various intricate sculptures. It felt like a high-end mountain lodge, yet it was eerily silent. He walked toward the terrace, where a clear blue sky was visible beyond the windows, but he stopped when he noticed a sharp, dashed line in the air. Beyond that line, the sky was a void of absolute, pitch-black darkness.
Looking down, he saw a perfectly manicured garden with a pond and trees, all enclosed by towering fences. It was a massive, isolated estate. Luke turned back toward the interior of the mansion, his confusion deepening by the second.
"Poko... where on earth are we?"