Chapter 111
Chapter 111
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: Kill Each Other
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"...Is this how you post it?"
Valhalla's land.
Once all the preparations were complete, Adora asked with a hint of doubt.
The post she had just uploaded to the 'Creator Community' was simply too bizarre.
She had written and posted it on Park Chan-woo's orders, but the content was utterly chaotic.
At least more so than anything she had ever seen in the 'Creator Community'...
"Isn't it too lowbrow?"
The quality was appallingly low.
All the posts in the community were composed and dignified.
Was it because they were lords of the Abyss?
Even anonymously, they maintained a certain decorum.
They never crossed that final line.
They upheld their 'station' to the end.
Would they even react to something like this—so-called 'undignified' drivel?
"That's the point."
But Park Chan-woo remained utterly calm.
The lords of the Abyss ruled over countless demons.
They had maintained an outward facade of 'nobility' for eons across the vast Abyss.
That was the nature of a throne.
Sitting upon it meant bearing that weight, striving never to lose their dignity.
But in his view, it was all utter bullshit.
'Just petrified pretense from ages past. Watch how they actually act, and their words and deeds don't match at all.'
Nobility? Dignity?
The weight of the throne?
All nonsense.
The lightest, most cumbersome, and utterly insignificant beings in the world were the Abyss's lords and the Creator rabble.
In their worldview, backstabbing another Creator at the first opportunity was basic etiquette.
Long-standing friendship? Deep camaraderie?
Such words were nothing but laughingstocks in the Abyss.
For instance, when a lord lost their Creator status and weakened, it wasn't uncommon for the demons they had commanded for lifetimes to kill them and seize the throne.
'And these are the ones lording over the Abyss.'
Honestly, he couldn't comprehend how they even managed it.
Demons were the pinnacle of selfishness; the Abyss should have collapsed and been wiped out long ago.
One thing puzzled him above all.
Why did the 'Twelve Races' leave the demons alone?
Having faced Dragon God Sepiro, he knew the true form of Sephiros—the 'Transcendent Dragon'—could erase humanity with a single word, an overwhelmingly dominant existence.
A monster like that could turn the Abyss upside down.
Not to mention if they allied with the other 'Twelve Races'; they could easily handle even the 'Great Nine Lords.'
Yet they did not unite.
They remained strictly apart.
Humanity had no idea why.
They couldn't find out.
With their record of always coming in dead last in the interspecies wars, humans had no chance to converse with the Twelve Races.
To them, humans were worse than slaves.
Generously speaking, maybe on par with pill bugs.
...Anyway.
Posting that low-quality bait in the 'Creator Community' via Adora was all part of Park Chan-woo's plan.
The Abyss's lords, obsessed with face-saving pretense.
Stagnant for so long, they were weak to a new breed of 'aggro.'
Draw attention, get singled out, identity exposed—what could be more humiliating?
Mess up, and the other lords might rise up for a concentrated barrage.
So they pretended to uphold decorum as much as possible.
But Adora and Park Chan-woo were different.
They weren't Abyss lords or Creators to begin with.
"...Hmm."
Adora still looked unconvinced.
He understood.
When had she ever pulled aggro like this?
He had made her do it, but he clearly saw her hand hesitate on the community interface.
"Doesn't it stand out?"
"Hmm, even mixed in with the others, it really catches the eye..."
"What's the ranking?"
"Among posts classified under 'Earth,' it's real-time number one."
"Reactions?"
"...Do you really have to know?"
"Not good, I take it."
"Extremely not good."
Park Chan-woo smiled in satisfaction at Adora's response.
Honestly, she couldn't understand his reaction.
She got the strategy of discovering and exploiting the Creator Community, but the users' reactions were beyond fiery—they were terrifying.
Adora couldn't even read the rest.
It was abuse without the actual curses.
In refined tones, they spewed brutal descriptions relentlessly.
The problem was it went beyond just 'drawing interest.'
They had revealed the location.
Earth 666 Creation Abyss!
If they pinpointed its Creator, Adora's identity could be exposed.
And if she were targeted, her Abyss territory would be at risk.
Not just hers—this land of Valhalla could burn away.
"Don't worry. They won't figure us out."
Park Chan-woo wasn't oblivious to Adora's concerns.
But it was unfounded.
Unless the Creator revealed themselves, there was no way to identify them.
Not without bankrupting them or engaging in direct trades like investments.
"Understood. If you say so, then it must be."
Adora finally acquiesced.
The die was cast; all they could do was watch where it landed.
Then, as if by agreement, Park Chan-woo and Adora turned around.
There lay the domain of their prepared 'Creation Abyss.'
Land divided by black lines.
Inside the lines stood a single massive cylindrical building, solitary and imposing.
'Colosseum.'
The Colosseum.
The arena popularized in Roman times.
The very building where gladiators clashed.
Common enough in concept, but its contents were anything but ordinary.
If it were simple, they wouldn't have bothered starting.
His goal was singular.
Create a proper Creation Abyss, draw the Creators' attention, benefit humanity.
And ultimately, sweep up their coins—that was Park Chan-woo's aim.
This was the first step.
'I vaguely knew about the Creator Community's existence.'
Humanity had grasped that Creators had a space to exchange views.
Though they never imagined it was called the 'Creator Community.'
Learning from Adora confirmed it.
So he decided to exploit it.
You had to use every card available.
'Aggro's hooked plenty. Now just wait for customers.'
He settled in to wait leisurely.
With the post climbing ranks as the hot topic in the Creator Community, droves of Creators heading to 'Earth 666' Abyss was inevitable.
Location revealed, contents teased curiosity.
Excessive interest could spell trouble, but countermeasures were in place.
That was when it happened.
Shiiiing!
A small ripple formed inside the Colosseum.
Someone had entered.
Shiiiing!
Soon, another ripple.
A thick smile crept across his lips.
'Come on, now kill each other.'
Bukhansan Mountain.
A 'Creation Abyss' had opened at its peak.
Earth 666.
The 666th Abyss remaining on Earth.
Already the talk of the 'Creator Community,' countless Creators began scrutinizing it closely.
But watching from afar revealed nothing.
So some sent their 'Incarnations' to climb Bukhansan.
"What the hell, making me climb a mountain in this sweltering heat..."
Summer.
The peak of stifling heat and humidity, discomfort index maxed out.
Kim Ki-hyun sighed deeply as he ascended.
"Thinks being a Creator makes him king? Am I his slave or what?"
He grumbled, but he couldn't ignore his contracted Creator's orders.
Thanks to the Incarnation contract's benefits, he had survived multiple times.
Grown far stronger, faster than others.
"Gah...! S-Sorry! I've committed a grave sin! P-Please, just this once...!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Kim Ki-hyun immediately prostrated and banged his head on the ground.
He hadn't imagined the Creator was listening.
'W-What's this? Sudden interest in me?'
His contracted 'Creator of the Blue Hand' usually ignored him completely. Seemed largely disinterested.
So whether Kim Ki-hyun cursed them out or flipped them off to the heavens, this kind of reaction was a first.
In that instant.
'Ugh!'
...His mind went blank.
A third-party gaze prickled.
The gaze of a Creator, felt only by contracted Incarnations like him.
He quickly realized what it meant.
...The 'Creator of the Blue Hand' was viewing the world through his eyes.
Why?
'Something midway up the mountain caught the Creator's interest?'
Nothing else made sense.
Kim Ki-hyun rose and hurried up the mountain.
At least, it didn't seem like they planned to punish his words.
Honestly, probably just mild disinterest.
No one gets mad at a bug's curses, right?
Thus, Kim Ki-hyun reached the mountainside at full speed.
"...An Abyss?"
He spotted it immediately.
That purple mist was proof.
The Creator of the Blue Hand's voice echoed in his ear.
Enter that Abyss.
What kind of Abyss demanded direct orders from his own Creator?
Kim Ki-hyun drew a deep breath and stepped into the Abyss.
The moment he did.
Ding!
"..."
Kim Ki-hyun frowned briefly.
First time seeing an entry condition like this.
Entering would broadcast to the world that he was an 'Incarnation.'
Incarnations already had a bad reputation.
So they desperately hid it.
But stepping in here meant outing himself.
And yet, enter now?
'You damn bastard!'
A voiceless echo.
Kim Ki-hyun grimaced.
But a Creator's command was absolute.
An Incarnation's fate was to obey.
Ding!
Shwooo!
The surroundings shifted the instant he entered.
Kim Ki-hyun looked around, blinking in confusion.
"...What is this place? A Colosseum?"
"Seems like it."
"Whoa...!"
He jumped at the sudden voice.
Another guest had arrived first.
And the surprises didn't end there.
Ding!