Chapter 120
Chapter 120
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 120
Chapter Title: Radiant Lord's Spectacles
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Spectacles.
A part that rarely appeared in the Abyss.
When it came to rarity, they were top-tier—practically nonexistent.
'There are no demons with bad eyesight.'
Demons had no need for them.
And it wasn't just demons. Most resources that dropped in the Abyss originated from the worlds of the Twelve Races or extinct species.
Among them, the races or beings who needed things like spectacles were exceedingly rare.
Essentially, only humans.
Naturally, their quantity was limited.
'Blacksmiths with the class will mass-produce them later, but that takes time.'
There probably wasn't a single proper blacksmith who could craft real 'spectacles' yet.
Of course, they wouldn't be for people with poor vision.
They were made aiming for special effects unique to spectacles.
For instance, effects like seeing through illusions to detect traps, sensing magic activation, or translating ancient languages suited spectacles perfectly.
However...
'Spectacles are classified as tools, not equipment.'
All spectacles were categorized as 'auxiliary tools.'
Special tools used only in specific situations.
Yet the 'Radiant Lord's Spectacles' clearly had a grade and were equipment.
Park Chan-woo held the spectacles in his hand and examined them slowly.
Extremely thin and lightweight, with a unique sheen of silver and turquoise that subtly shifted with the light.
Impressive were the intricate 'rune letters' engraved inside the lenses—countless runes layered so densely they were hard to read.
'...Fire shall be seen?'
It seemed like countless phrases along those lines were inscribed.
What fire did it mean?
Literal fire, or a metaphor for something else?
One thing was clear: these weren't made by a blacksmith.
They were equipment forged with supreme magic.
'The spectacles themselves radiate intense malice.'
The problem was the thick 'malice' emanating from the front of the lenses.
That was why he hadn't immediately checked the item's info.
Such equipment often greatly influenced the wearer, so it needed careful scrutiny before equipping.
There were rare cases where items made of 'malice' cursed the viewer just from reading their info.
The ominous vibe of 'Devil Box' combined with this 'malice' put him on guard.
"Hm?"
For a moment, Park Chan-woo tilted his head.
He'd spotted a 'mark' on the inside of the frame—tiny enough to miss entirely.
"Wait..."
Somehow, the mark looked familiar.
A Möbius strip (∞) with a small demon perched atop it.
Park Chan-woo had definitely seen this mark before.
'...The mark of Demon God Dantalion.'
His mind reeled for an instant.
Demon God Dantalion was infamous among the 72 Demon Gods as an utter eccentric.
His hidden marks occasionally appeared on equipment, all boasting utterly insane options.
Park Chan-woo nodded inwardly upon seeing the messages.
Luck like this sometimes came from hands-on inspection.
The name had even changed.
To spectacles bearing 'Demon God Dantalion's' name directly.
'That must be why the malice radiates from the spectacles themselves.'
Though hidden, it was a Demon God's named item.
An ominous aura was inevitable, impossible to fully conceal.
At any rate, there were no issues on the 'surface.'
Now remained peering into its 'core.'
Soon, the equipment info window appeared before his eyes.
It was treated as equipment, boosting attack and defense.
But more striking were the unique options.
The root cause of Han Shin's fervor for hunting half-human, half-demons!
'...It can detect incarnations.'
An enormous gain.
Contracts between Creators and incarnations were an unwritten rule of secrecy.
Only the parties involved could know—normally impossible to detect.
Yet through Demon God Dantalion's authority, incarnations could now be distinguished.
A power befitting a Demon God, defying Abyss rules.
And to think it was contained in mere spectacles.
'Are all Devil Box items related to incarnations?'
Not all would bear 'Dantalion's' name.
Rather, their connection to 'incarnations' likely made Han Shin desperately protect them.
Han Shin, the pretender savior of humanity.
If someone got equipment with similar options from a Devil Box, he'd be in trouble.
Distrust of incarnations grew over time.
If exposed as one, his hero act would end that day.
'Time for a cleanup.'
There were many incarnations.
Far more than expected.
Maggots writhing ceaselessly.
Untreated, they'd become humanity's cancer, a malignant tumor.
They lurked quietly now, but once their numbers hit a threshold, they stopped hiding.
They'd overthrow and rule nations.
Having seen it once, he couldn't just watch.
'Titles.'
Victory over Balzac yielded more than that.
Evolution, and new additions.
Park Chan-woo checked his status window.
Oh ho.
He smiled faintly.
The original 'Nemesis of Creators' title had evolved into 'Lord Slayer,' broadening its scope and effects.
'Unyielding will against Creators turned into a threat.'
And it applied not just to Creators, but all Abyss Lords.
Threat. Exactly as it sounded—instilling tension in foes.
And True Demon Hunter?
All incarnations would instinctively fear him.
Naturally cowering, unable to perform at full capacity.
...This effect applied to Han Shin, the incarnation, too.
"Dagon."
Pong!
Uttering the demon merchant Dagon's name summoned smoke before him, materializing Dagon.
Still in that awkward pose from before.
As if lying on the floor, savoring a book.
"...Are you doing this on purpose?"
Implying why always summon him mid-reading.
But examining Dagon, Park Chan-woo had to tilt his head.
"You've gotten flashy."
Dagon's body was covered in gold trinkets.
Adorned with all sorts of jewels, like a nouveau riche.
At his question, Dagon rose and bowed deeply.
"Ahem, all thanks to you, Contractor. In this 'Second Night,' I topped the sales among all merchants and got hefty rewards!"
"So you splurged?"
"Splurging? This is investment. Gotta dress the part, or the other demon merchants will look down on me."
"...Is that so?"
The world of demon merchants was baffling.
To him, it looked like compensation psychology.
Dagon, once mocked for poor performance, now succeeding and flaunting it.
"Yes. And the sales reveal was spectacular. Flattened Vivola's smug nose. Ah, you should've seen it, Contractor."
Dagon was thrilled.
Spilling unasked details.
All thanks to Park Chan-woo's massive fame expenditure at the Fame Shop.
Clap!
Dagon clapped and continued.
"Ah! My rank rose too, expanding my inventory. Name anything you need."
Dagon's rank had plummeted upon first contracting with Park Chan-woo.
But this massive success recovered it.
Back to 'Ancient' rank.
Plus, major attention from the merchant guild.
Second Night.
Among countless 'Demon Merchant Guilds' across the Abyss, selecting only top merchants—yet unheralded Dagon emerged victor.
A miracle.
Riding this momentum, gaining more 'value' to climb ranks—Dagon's name would echo through the Abyss!
But Dagon could only trade with Park Chan-woo.
Exclusive contract.
His aid was essential for value gains.
Dagon's eyes gleamed.
Higher rank meant selling higher-value goods.
'Lord Sepiro is a god.'
Thump! Thump!
Dagon's heart raced.
Everything smoothed out since linking with him.
'He must need something huge. Treasures worth leaping ranks! Value!'
He eagerly anticipated the value he'd gift this time.
Finally, Park Chan-woo spoke slowly.
"I need paint."
"...Pardon?"
"Paint visible only under special conditions."
"...That's it?"
"A brush would be nice too."
Wobble!
Dagon nearly toppled.
Utterly unexpected request.
He, now a guild star.
Could fetch priceless treasures if needed.
Paint? Brush?
"...Can't you just buy that from a nearby stationery store?"