Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Dragon God General
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‘Easter Egg...!’
Park Chan-woo shivered faintly as he stared at the message that had popped up.
‘Easter Egg’ was one of the rare keywords that pierced through the Abyss.
It referred to a ‘mystery’—something beyond all theory and common sense, impossible to achieve and utterly unattainable.
‘They said Easter Eggs are the clear keys left behind by the Abyss God...’
People whispered among themselves.
If the ‘Creators’ crafted their personal Abysses for their own amusement, toying with humanity...
Then surely there must exist a ‘God’ who created the grand Abyss where all those ‘Creators’ resided.
In the past, humanity had obtained ‘Easter Eggs’ exactly twice.
Yet the ‘Creators’ knew nothing of what they were.
Not even the ‘Great Nine Lords’.
That conviction spread among the people.
This is it!
Easter Eggs are the keys left by the Abyss God—the ultimate solution to clearing every Abyss!
‘It makes no sense that Creators wouldn’t know what’s in their own Abysses.’
Creators shaped everything in the Abyss.
They personally placed every minor consumable, hid secret quests, set impossible challenges—nothing escaped their touch.
They knew every single thing that existed within.
Yet even they puzzled over Easter Eggs—what they were, why they appeared.
They hadn’t the slightest clue who had placed them in their Abysses.
‘There’s a true God overseeing the Abyss. The Great Nine Lords aren’t its real masters.’
Of course, it was mere speculation.
The Great Lords claimed to be the Abyss’s owners, calling themselves gods.
But Park Chan-woo didn’t see them that way.
He was certain a true God encompassed the entire Abyss.
A God who was an incorrigible prankster, slyly leaving traces behind.
Just like now.
A freshly awakened first-day Awakener accomplishing the slaying of a ‘Game Master’—something even a hundred or thousand deaths couldn’t achieve.
Park Chan-woo had done it.
Killing the upper demon Andariel was harder than taking down all the ‘Twelve Divine Generals,’ the final goal of the ‘First Night’s Abyss’!
‘An upper demon is strong enough to solo the entire Twelve Divine Generals even if they all rushed him.’
As mere Game Master, he’d been limited to minimal abilities as a ‘guide.’
Had he wielded his full power, newly awakened humanity would’ve choked to death just approaching him.
Therefore...
‘Reward for exceeding the final goal. For slaying the impossible.’
The Easter Egg was that reward.
Park Chan-woo gazed at the white egg floating in midair.
The number 001 was etched into its center.
He slowly reached out and claimed the Easter Egg.
He nodded after reading the description.
‘A growth-type luck reward.’
True to its legendary name, even its ability was unique.
‘Final grade probably means Zero grade. Equipment grades have eight tiers total—an level no human can reach.’
One thing puzzled him, though.
Upgrading every 20 levels meant 140 levels to hit Zero.
144 realms... An realm even the mightiest ancient dragons never touched.
Only the Twelve Sovereigns could dream of it.
Above all, humanity’s level cap was 99.
No one had ever exceeded it.
‘...Truly a prank from the gods.’
Even the description toyed with him.
An item earned by overcoming impossible trials no one could complete.
To witness its final reward, one must step into a realm no one had conquered.
Only Park Chan-woo—starting from -99 level—could possibly reach the Easter Egg’s final grade. No one else.
‘Something only I can do.’
...Wasn’t it ridiculous?
He’d thought selling his future for the worst start imaginable.
Yet returning to -99 turned out to be a massive gain.
Killing Andariel, gaining the ‘potential’ to reach the Easter Egg’s ultimate reward—it was all thanks to starting at -99.
“...What do we do now?”
Lee Hyuk-soo’s voice trembled slightly.
‘Strong.’
Park Chan-woo hadn’t just stood there arms crossed for show.
Indeed, the moment he stepped in, everything ended too easily.
He’d summoned a Death God and sliced the Game Master—who toyed with lives like playthings—like paper.
Eyes unshaken. No hint of tension.
Lee Hyuk-soo had never met anyone like him.
‘To think there’s someone even less human than me.’
That’s why it fascinated him.
For the first time since his emotions dulled after surgery, Lee Hyuk-soo felt utterly ‘overwhelmed’ by another person.
And he wasn’t the only one staring like that.
Everyone here gaped at Park Chan-woo in awe.
‘Wh-what did I just see?’
‘Is that even human?’
‘Monster. It’s a monster!’
Doubts piled up.
No one voiced them.
Instead, fear flickered in their eyes.
Awe toward a being beyond comprehension.
“What do we do?”
Park Chan-woo turned to Lee Hyuk-soo.
Lee Hyuk-soo gripped his greatsword, awaiting orders.
True to his future Sword King title, he regained composure faster than the rest.
Park Chan-woo shrugged leisurely.
“Obviously, we keep booking.”
The Game Master was dead, but Death’s Booking wasn’t over.
This game’s creator was a being incomparable to some upper demon.
The master of that ‘moon’ overhead.
On a different plane from ordinary Creators—no matter how he struggled, Park Chan-woo couldn’t bankrupt the ‘Moon’s Owner.’
But...
‘It’ll sting a little.’
As if it wouldn’t hurt.
The Moon’s Owner had flung open his vaults wide for this First Night’s Abyss.
Park Chan-woo’s eyes gleamed.
Dazzling treasures beyond the curtain, ripe for the taking.
He slowly opened his mouth.
“Made.”
Already factored in the 4,444 points from slaying Andariel.
Not just the streak bonus.
A 20% discount on all treasures purchasable with Booking Points too.
The Moon’s Owner surely hadn’t set up such a system himself.
The Easter Egg’s creator enabled it.
A being so immense it shattered even the rules set by the ‘Moon’s Owner’ above the Creators.
‘All the way.’
Park Chan-woo resolved.
He’d amassed enough points to buy the Mage’s Stone and more—but it wasn’t sufficient.
Before this night ended...
“Made.”
He truly intended to see it through to the end.
“Made.”
Despite the endless battles, his smile only deepened.
“Made.”
This night felt like the best of his life.
Hunting the Twelve Divine Generals went smoothly.
Eleven out of twelve eliminated—a tremendous feat.
“Plenty of time left?”
“An hour’s more than enough.”
“Let’s finish quick and get out!”
Thrilled crowds hopped into warps, swarming toward Seoul.
Over 100,000 strong.
And where the 63 Building should stand...
There loomed the Dragon God General.
“This Korea?”
“Why’s that guy look untouched?”
“Cowardly Koreans didn’t even challenge it?”
“Kukuku. What could those weaklings do?”
Foreigners warping into Seoul tilted their heads.
The Dragon God General was pristine.
As if no one had dared challenge him—no scratches whatsoever.
A 2-meter-tall figure with a turquoise dragon’s face stood arms crossed.
Human-like body, save the face—like the other generals.
“Aheta, you think you can bind me to this wretched place?”
The Dragon God General muttered at the moon.
Ignoring the humans crowding around.
“Last one!”
“Kill it!”
Maddened with excitement, people charged.
Every general they’d faced crumbled before numbers.
This lone final beast would fall to humanity’s gathered might too.
But...
“I shall butcher you mercilessly.”
The Dragon God General uncrossed his arms.
Twelve hands gripped crescent blades.
Shooo!
The twelve arms moved at invisible speeds.
Everyone within dozens of meters who’d lost their minds and rushed in...
Slash—
Slaaash!
...was sliced apart.
Bodies cleaved clean like logs.
A scene devoid of any reality.
Shishishit!
The corpses vanished, disintegrating.
“Wh-what?”
“Wh-what happened? Where’d they go?”
Hundreds evaporated in an instant.
Those following faltered awkwardly.
Only then did realization dawn.
‘Untouched because...’
‘He’s leagues above the others!’
No wounds, no signs of life nearby.
All because the Dragon God General was overwhelmingly strong.
Every challenger already dead.
But even that thought didn’t last.
“Butcher mercilessly, and butcher again.”
Shooo!
No one could even approach.
“H-how do we beat something like that?!”
“Move! Get out of the way!”
“Please, spare me!”
Chargers turned tail, fleeing desperately.
Simply... a different league.
Death their only option.