Chapter 300
Chapter 300
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 300
Chapter Title: 68. Den of Evil (5)
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Mythic.
Cosmic supreme gear that only those who write myths with their own hands can forge.
Just by looking at the unique effect of ‘Bastard,’ the only Mythic gear Yeongwoo had encountered so far, one could fully grasp how tremendous the status of Mythic gear was in the universe.
In the case of Bastard, it even weakened the authority of Transcendents and provided combat power corrections when the user fought beings of higher rank than themselves.
Therefore, Bastard wasn’t really a weapon made for civil wars on small planets like Earth.
‘Originally, it should be a sword rampaging among the higher beings of the universe.’
Myths were equipment like that from the start.
That was why they were granted only to those who became myths themselves and proved their worth—ordinary beings wouldn’t even catch a glimpse of a Myth’s shadow until the end of their lives.
However, Jeong Yeongwoo07, the fringe vassal of the universe’s developing nation, was different.
‘If I succeed in taking down the Glutton this time… I’ll gain a second Myth.’
If you couldn’t write a myth yourself, then just take one that was already written.
Moreover, this Myth encounter opportunity was actually an event that Yeongwoo had created through a series of unexpected feats.
If he hadn’t unified the Korean Peninsula, hadn’t coveted planetary equity, and hadn’t approved the orcs’ autonomy in Australia, this moment wouldn’t have arrived.
‘The universe—no, my fate is pushing me…!’
His heart, now transformed into a talisman, seemed to throb.
And perhaps it really was.
「Jeong Yeongwoo07’s Heart」 - Epic Talisman
【Fate Roll】
【Stubborn】
【Phase Material】
【Fate Roll】
|Whenever reaching a fate branch point, the lowest-probability outcome is applied at 3x multiplier.
“Brother Bang! Did you think I was joking? Hurry and evacuate the brothers!”
Hwarat!
As Yeongwoo dropped Bastard to the ground and shouted, Bangtubangtung—who had been glaring at the lever all this time—ground his teeth.
-This is insane.
The being that had the greatest impact on driving his brothers from their home planet, the Glutton.
The thought of encountering it again even after being chased to this otherworldly planet made rage boil up.
But what could he do?
-If you truly succeed in soothing the brothers’ souls, that’ll be fortunate. But if you fail, our alliance ends here.
As Bangtubangtung instructed Earth’s brothers to evacuate as far from the dimensional gate as possible, Yeongwoo shrugged.
“Anyway, if I lose, everyone here dies at minimum, right? So yeah, if I fail, this is the end for us.”
Then he picked up a yellow flag from the ground and planted it ten meters in front of the dimensional gate.
Kwaak!
‘Mara’s forces have already infiltrated Earth anyway. So it’s an opponent I was bound to face eventually.’
And if he couldn’t even beat one of Mara’s minions despite being stacked with Bastard and all sorts of Legendary and Epic gear, then this planet truly had no future.
Whether it was Dogo or Lemur, some other competitor, the planet’s owner would end up being Mara anyway.
“Don’t worry too much, Brother Bang. In fact, I’m basically the strongest on this planet…”
As Yeongwoo encouraged Bangtubangtung, who was evacuating the brothers, the opponent side cut him off this time.
-As I said earlier, the Glutton isn’t an opponent you can beat with simple strength.
“…Then what?”
-The Glutton is a being of the void. It devours all life and will. The gear you’re wearing won’t be able to block it.
The way the Glutton stole life was interpreted to mean it ignored damage reduction rates and such from each piece of gear.
Yeongwoo’s brow furrowed instantly.
“No, that doesn’t make sense? Then the Glutton should be the strongest in the universe. How did you survive in front of the Glutton, Brother Bang?”
At Yeongwoo’s question, Brother Bang, who had been watching the dimensional gate, took a couple more steps back.
-I am Bangtubangtung, one of the Four Lords of the Red Foot. The history of the Red Foot, accumulated over countless ages, is etched into my soul. But since we haven’t built a new holy relic yet, if I die, then effectively…
The entire historical record of the Red Foot Orcs would be lost.
Bangtubangtung added that his own valor stemmed from the tribal history engraved into his soul through the lord ascension ritual.
To the Red Foot Orcs, a lord was a kind of living history book.
That was why all Red Foot paid homage to their lord, and the lord in turn.
‘He must have immense pride since he remembers his entire tribe’s past history.’
Perhaps that was why Bangtubangtung’s chest-thumping rhetoric was so extreme.
“So, because you’re such an important figure, your will to live is overwhelmingly strong, right? That’s how you survived without dropping dead in front of the Glutton.”
-Exactly. Mere attachment to life isn’t enough to stand before the Glutton. Only a will for a greater cause, one bearing a noble mission…
Just as Brother Bang started speaking from the chest again, the large portal ahead rippled.
“Uh.”
-Ah…!
Finally, the holy relic carriers had leaped through dimensions and entered Earth.
Kung!
As the massive Red Foot Orcs, bearing the heavy coffin, stepped onto Earth’s soil, Brother Bang hurriedly approached the lever.
Then.
Deureuk!
He tried to turn the lever handle to the top position.
But.
Chilkeok!
As expected, the lever wouldn’t budge.
The dimensional gate danger level at 50% was the promised variable—the Glutton had already entered within a certain distance.
Shiiiaaaak……
Pale fog then rose near the portal, and the Red Foot Orcs who had just entered Earth collapsed with only half their bodies through the portal.
Thud, thump.
“My god.”
Seeing the orcs’ massive bodies crumple helplessly, Yeongwoo realized that what Brother Bang had said earlier wasn’t nonsense at all.
Even these valiant brothers who feared no death couldn’t withstand the Glutton’s power—what on earth was it?
-All units, prepare javelins! Small Foot, provide rear support!
In the meantime, Brother Bang, who had moved far from the portal, ordered the brothers to prepare firepower upon spotting the signs of the Glutton’s emergence.
And finally.
Kwaak!
From inside the dimensional gate connected to the Red Foot Orcs’ homeworld, a hand covered in pitch-black scales reached out.
“…Huh.”
The moment Yeongwoo realized the hand was at least three meters in size.
Shiiiaaat!
The Glutton’s fog surged up to his feet.
“……!”
It was then that a bizarre pain his berserker talisman couldn’t block wrapped around his entire body.
Like severe indigestion, a sensation of deep pressure squeezed not just his body but even dug into his mind.
‘W-what the fuck is this?’
As Yeongwoo’s eyes widened at the pain he’d never felt before, the rest of the Glutton’s body emerged from beyond the portal.
Kwajak!
Another massive hand crushed the bodies of the brothers strewn near the portal as it gripped the ground.
From behind Yeongwoo, Brother Bang’s voice shot out in fury.
-Small Foot! Retreat! If you’re not dead yet, there’s hope! We’ll plan for another day!
He had faced a similar situation on their home planet before, yet Brother Bang’s best option was still retreat.
If they secured the holy relic and Small Foot and left Darwin, another chance might come someday.
After all, Small Foot’s prowess was greater than any brother he’d seen so far.
“……!”
However, Small Foot—Jeong Yeongwoo07—didn’t budge from his spot even as the Glutton cast a massive shadow over him.
“Is this the being of the void?”
Instead of stepping toward where Brother Bang’s voice came from, he lifted his crouched head and gazed at the Glutton rising just five meters ahead.
Kugugugugu……
The Glutton, emanating an overwhelming density of presence, had a truly nightmarish form.
Its massive body, like a lump of flesh haphazardly kneaded together, was supported by four arms covered in black scales.
The four hands replacing feet gripped the ground with four long, sturdy fingers each.
And similarly on the upper part of its body.
―……
Four arms were curled toward the sky, forming a crown-like shape.
In total, eight arms divided above and below.
It had no face or head to speak of—just a mass of flesh that seemed to be its main body.
“F-fucking ugly as hell, seriously.”
Yeongwoo barely opened his mouth to say this, then looked at the portal visible behind the Glutton’s grotesque flesh.
Seuk.
There, the number inscribed at the top of the portal came into clear view.
[79/15,000]
Out of 15,000 rescuable brothers, 79 had been saved.
Which meant.
‘No way, I put in 100 million and only made 2.37 million?’
The 97.63 million karma, including the national treasury funds, had vaporized.
‘Fuck.’
At this realization, Yeongwoo’s blood surged backward, and the bizarre pain constricting his body vanished in an instant.
Sat!
“Huh……?”
It was only a moment, but the cunning Small Foot wouldn’t miss it.
“What was that?”
As the Glutton’s influence began to blanket his body again, Yeongwoo unwittingly shouted.
“One hundred million……!”
Surprisingly.
Sat.
His body returned to normal, vitality surging through mind and body.
“What the hell is this?”
Yeongwoo looked at Bastard with a bewildered expression.
Sweuk.
Sure enough, the arm that hadn’t budged earlier easily lifted Bastard.
As Brother Bang had said, some will beyond mere attachment to life had freed him from the binding.
―Exactly. Mere attachment to life isn’t enough to stand before the Glutton. Only a will for a greater cause, one bearing a noble mission…
Even Yeongwoo wasn’t the only one shocked— the Glutton, which had only been spewing fog until now, showed its first nimble movement since arriving on Earth.
Hwariririrarak!
It swung one of its four arms that had been gripping the ground.
Shwaaaak!
The Glutton’s arm sliced through the fog like a flash of light, whipping like a lash, and the thousands of orcs watching from afar squeezed their eyes shut, imagining the horrific scene to come.
But what actually happened.
“Cha! Three hundred million!”
Was merely Small Foot—Jeong Yeongwoo07—shouting “300 million” and swinging Bastard.
Sat!
Bastard slashed diagonally through the air, neatly severing the Glutton’s incoming arm right on time, causing its body to tilt after losing one support.
‘This works?’
Yeongwoo blinked rapidly at the Glutton’s state.
―……
The being from the void, the Glutton, had no face or mouth, but everyone present could feel its considerable agitation.
Chwiaaaak!
Suddenly, it unleashed unprecedented output, enveloping everything in thick fog.
“…Kek!”
The Glutton’s influence intensified by a couple levels, but Yeongwoo had an even stronger incantation.
“Four hundred fifty million!”
The amount he could extract daily from all 15,000 brothers if rescued—450 million karma.
But it fell short against the Glutton’s maximum output; this time, his body didn’t budge.
Deududeuk!
Meanwhile, the Glutton began unfolding the four arms on top of its body.
‘…Huh? Why not this time?’
Yeongwoo stared at the Glutton’s upper arms starting to form a grotesque silhouette in the fog.
At this rate, he’d have to take its attack standing still.
But no more slogans to rile himself came to mind, so he recalled the Red Foot Orcs’ holy relic he hadn’t opened yet.
“M-Mythic! I haven’t seen the new Myth yet!”
At that, his tightly bound feet finally broke free.
Hwat.
“Huh……!”
In this mystical moment that even he couldn’t believe, Yeongwoo lunged forward as if entranced.
Taat!
Then, like a shot of light, he charged ahead at blinding speed and thrust Bastard.
Shwaaaaak!
“Get this damn lump of flesh out of the way! I can’t see my money because of you!”
His meteor-like stab pierced straight through the Glutton’s body in an instant.