Chapter 113
Chapter 113
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Demon King Grade
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Mythic spell, Azos.
It bore the title of myth in its own right, and its rank was "Dimension"—a completely new concept for a shadow warrior.
This was what Park Chan-woo had forged by elevating the gatekeeper of Khan's palace using magic itself.
It was his first original creation spell, and after fusing with the "Dimensional Converger, Czarpahm" from the negative(-) level realm, it had evolved into a divine authority.
In a word...
'A monster without limits.'
A grotesque abomination and beast the likes of which the world had never seen.
Though its rampage had ended and its stats had dropped, the synchronization rate had skyrocketed as a result.
Thanks to that, Park Chan-woo could now access Azos's other functions.
'It persists even from afar, I can perceive it, and control it.'
He was starting to grasp the concept of dimension rank.
In other words, it was a remotely controllable entity.
Even if separated by the ends of the Earth, he could track Azos's every move.
It would be reverse-summoned once mana ran out, but since the spell itself was formed from divine authority, mana consumption wasn't much of a burden.
'I see it.'
Park Chan-woo was currently at home.
But focusing on the thin mana thread connected to his chest allowed him to share vision with "Azos."
Everything around him shifted starting from that point.
A status window with unbelievable detail for a summon.
Though incomparable to when Czarpahm's power had rampaged to level 130, that had been possible because Azos was offered as a sacrifice.
The life of a level 99 Valhalla warrior had been forcibly used as an offering, allowing it to emit a mad presence for 14 minutes and 30 seconds.
'Excellent.'
Not bad at all.
No, it went beyond not bad—it was absurd.
Right now, Azos had inherited all of Park Chan-woo's abilities.
And that wasn't all.
After smashing ten incarnations, "Divine Power Absorption" had reached its peak.
All stats +30.
The scariest part about Azos was that this wasn't the end.
Azos kept growing.
And it had no level limit.
'This thing grows infinitely.'
No restrictions, walls, or boundaries from levels.
A ferocious beast that grew endlessly by slaying enemies.
Its beginning was grand, but its end would be even greater.
Park Chan-woo had now become a single beast.
Crack. Crack.
He flexed his hands and feet.
They moved as naturally as if they were his own.
He twisted his body and stretched his arms wide.
'So this is what a body without any issues feels like.'
Compared to his own body, Azos's flesh was freedom incarnate.
Thanks to the countless debuffs he'd accumulated through regressions, moving his body had never been entirely comfortable.
Was this what it felt like to gain a new body?
Park Chan-woo took position in the royal-grade spectator seat and kicked off the floor.
Shweeeek!
Boom!
He landed in the arena like a shot arrow.
Light. As if there was no resistance at all.
Yet the destructive power remained the same.
This meant movements faster and more precise than its stats suggested.
"Putting on quite the show, huh."
Whing! Whing!
Park Cheol-gong spun his iron flail and clicked his tongue.
The Nameless Man.
The man currently holding the most consecutive wins and sitting on the champion throne.
Ten wins, even if impressive, were nothing much.
He was acting like he'd conquered the world over a mere ten-win streak.
"I'll smash your head and take that seat."
Park Cheol-gong's goal was, naturally, to become champion.
Becoming champion granted a royal spectator seat and greater privileges.
More coins and the title of strongest incarnation.
This was a place where everyone was an incarnation.
Most hid their faces or changed names to conceal identities, but not Park Cheol-gong.
That was for cowards.
Especially the champion before him, who revealed nothing.
His entire body dyed pitch-black like a shadow was surely thanks to some special magic or tool.
His name was brazenly "Nameless."
The Nameless Man hadn't spoken a single word in ten matches.
Thus...
"Hey, coward. Can't talk? Or did fear steal your tongue?"
The champion Nameless Man was a coward.
A mute who couldn't utter a single word.
Park Cheol-gong relentlessly mocked and taunted him.
Victory was already assured.
With the lavish support from his contracted Creator, defeat was impossible.
"Forfeit before you piss yourself. Or your brains will soak your pants."
He declared death.
Fights had no rules, and killing was free.
This was the incarnations' battlefield.
There were no "good people" here to begin with.
The guidance message popped up instantly.
Meaning the match would start soon.
Park Chan-woo shrugged.
Creators thought there were no fees, but that 1% was essentially the cut, just under a different name.
Champion's Dignity.
A privilege exclusive to the champion!
This was why other Creators could never replicate this Colosseum.
They didn't have him—Park Chan-woo.
No matter how they built arenas and pitted incarnations against each other, they lacked an "overwhelming incarnation."
'At this point, no incarnation can beat Azos.'
He was certain.
No "human" could beat Azos right now.
Azos's power level was at least mid-40s, conservatively.
Even factoring in full gear and setup.
The highest levels now were around 30 at best.
With infinite win streaks solidifying the champion seat and piling up insane accumulated coins, every Creator would drag their incarnations here in temptation.
A perfect virtuous cycle.
As long as he didn't lose, he could leech forever.
Whing!
Whing!
"I'll end it in one hit!"
The moment the match started, Park Cheol-gong spun his flail and pressured Park Chan-woo.
Soon, black energy gathered on Park Cheol-gong's flail.
Soul-Draining Magic, which absorbed the vitality of any living thing it touched.
The mystical power his contracted Creator had bestowed to steal the champion seat!
Channeling it all, he swung down with full force.
Quaaack!
"Die...!"
Clang!
"...Huh?"
In that instant, Park Cheol-gong couldn't help but panic.
It was caught.
His swung flail had been neatly grabbed by the Nameless Man's hand.
No vibration. No recoil.
As if time had frozen, it was simply fixed in place.
Unreal.
His flail weighed over 20kg and crushed everything it touched—a brutal weapon.
And he'd caught it with one hand.
Without even moving much.
'Does this make sense?'
If it touched skin, Soul-Draining should activate.
Yet the magic showed no reaction.
The Creator's voice sounded flustered too.
And that was the last thing Park Cheol-gong remembered.
Whoosh!
Thwack!
The returned flail obliterated Park Cheol-gong's upper body.
Roar!
Flames erupted on Park Cheol-gong's body.
In the Abyss, slain incarnations sometimes burned away like this depending on circumstances.
The more deeply involved the contracted Creator, the more likely they burned to ash.
Fwoosh.
Soon, Park Cheol-gong's entire body ignited, crumbling to dust and scattering around.
At the same time...
The Nameless Man returned to his seat.
The royal spectator seat.
A place from which he could look down on all incarnations and Creators.
Soon, every incarnation's gaze fell on him.
"...That guy's human like us?"
"Which Creator is he contracted with?"
"No way it's Demon King grade?"
Named Creators.
They all knew of the Demon Kings, Demon Gods, and the Nine Great Lords.
Also, Abyss 'Earth 666' was a place only human incarnations could enter.
Naturally, the identity of the Creator behind the Nameless Man's awe-inspiring display was the hottest topic.
Of course, they weren't the only curious ones.
Their contracted Creators felt the same.