Chapter 134
Chapter 134
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 134
Chapter Title: Sepiro and the Archmage
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The Offering System activated.
Soon, Signus's presence began to weaken dramatically.
【This power is……?】
Signus muttered as if still unable to comprehend.
Something had invaded him.
He knew he was being offered to the God of Offerings in sequence, but he couldn't grasp anything beyond that.
Yet even with their souls connected, the reason Signus couldn't fully perceive Park Chan-woo's entirety seemed to stem from this.
Before long, his flesh and soul flowed into Park Chan-woo.
Into the Chalice of the Demon-Sealing God in his head.
【Aah……】
And then he understood.
The countless talents emanating from Park Chan-woo.
The source of those absurd powers.
It was here.
The Chalice of the Demon-Sealing God.
Because of the utterly monstrous beings contained within it.
No, they weren't merely monstrous.
Destroyer Signus trembled in fear.
Even as his consciousness faded, he could clearly sense their presence.
Beings incomparably superior to him—each one a supreme predator of dimensions!
Why were entities that could only emerge from a Great Rift gathered inside the chalice?
"What in the world is this God of Offerings…?"
He didn't know.
He didn't want to know.
One thing was certain.
【Is this… a place I cannot enter?】
Signus could not enter there.
Not even he, Signus, who bore the name of Destroyer and struck terror into demons.
He who had slain hundreds of lords and massacred tens of thousands of demons.
He was insufficient.
His existence fell far short.
There was nothing he could do here.
He wasn't even needed.
Utterly meaningless.
【…Please take good care of my child.】
All he could do was pray.
For Park Chan-woo.
To raise his child well.
Though he was a "World Error," he was clearly different from the others.
While other "World Errors" inherently sought to collapse the world, ironically, Park Chan-woo aimed to protect it.
He harbored a fierce will to save humanity and preserve his world.
If that will held firm, perhaps the "Great Rift" would never come.
…Moreover.
He had seen it clearly.
【You are the Archmage acknowledged by that shuddering monster, Sepiro.】
The moment Sepiro acknowledged him.
Among the Twelve Races, the pinnacle was the Dragonkin.
Their apex, the one said to have annihilated the "Master of the Void."
It sounded like rumor, but a "Transcendent Dragon" could do it.
He had no limits.
That was why he entrusted his child, Sanctuary's offspring, to him.
If acknowledged by that Transcendent Dragon, Sanctuary would acknowledge him too.
【Take good care…】
Thus, Signus's existence was torn away in the world of nothingness, in the 0-level realm.
Countless beings had perished unable to cross this wall of lamentation.
Innumerable offerings had been made, but only a minuscule few could surmount it.
Only "errors as potent as those recognized by the God of Offerings" could enter.
Soon, Signus's consciousness vanished from the world of nothingness.
Merging with the consciousnesses of others who failed to cross, it was completely lost.
At the same time.
Dragon God Sepiro tilted his head.
"…Was it my imagination?"
Signus's presence, his very existence, had suddenly vanished.
As if it had evaporated.
Or perhaps it was a misunderstanding from the start.
Another similar divine beast could have appeared.
But.
"How strange."
Sepiro never mistook anything.
Yet if he had, it proved something beyond ordinary comprehension was at play.
Yes.
Strange events kept piling up.
"Just recently, another treasure appeared in the Mystery Codex."
A belt bearing the name of "Baal" no less.
Not long after the "Final Sacred Relic, Star of Pride" had been listed.
As if flaunting it for all the "Mystery Explorers" to see and writhe in envy.
But Sepiro had filled the Mystery Codex the most.
That he still hadn't discovered every "mystery" was astonishing in itself.
"Discoverer: Archmage."
The discoverer's name was the issue.
Sepiro opened the Mystery Codex again.
The top-listed name.
The 977th discovered mystery: Baal's Belt.
Just a year after the 976th, "Final Sacred Relic, Star of Pride," the Archmage had added another to the list.
This was strange from Sepiro's perspective too.
He had scoured the entire Abyss.
No more mysteries should exist.
Even if any did, they belonged to a distant future.
Yet they appeared.
Two in a row.
Equipment bearing the name of "Baal," heralded as the Creator's Beast.
…To think Baal's legend had been forged into gear.
And that insolent fool calling himself "Archmage" had found both.
Passing over him, arrogantly dubbing himself "Archmage."
At a speed beyond Sepiro's understanding.
This incident was the same.
He sensed Signus's presence, then it vanished.
Evaporated in a way beyond his perception.
"…It seems something is interfering with my perception."
Sepiro tapped his head lightly.
It all came down to "perception."
As Dragon God, nothing in this world eluded him if he willed it.
A perception block, some "error," was undoubtedly at work.
In a realm he didn't know, couldn't know.
What could it be?
Sepiro closed his eyes.
Riiip!
Craaack! Crraaaack!
Soon his body split and tore into countless shreds.
To pinpoint the cause, he began "dissecting" himself.
Park Chan-woo looked around.
Before he knew it, he was back in reality.
Inside the Creative Abyss crafted by Adora.
Dawn was breaking, signaling the morning of the final third day.
"……Ugh."
His body swayed.
His head throbbed.
Heat coursed through his entire body, and his mouth was parched.
"I need to… sort out my memories."
Han Min-oh's and Signus's memories churned wildly in his mind.
If left alone, they'd mix together.
He'd lose himself.
Mixing mana wavelengths was that dangerous.
But he'd learned much from this ordeal.
He could now handle wavelengths more easily. Mixing souls and seizing control allowed offering them to the "God of Offerings." That much was confirmed.
The problem was the aftermath.
The jumbled memories sowed chaos within him.
A moment's lapse, and he'd forget who he was.
If he were not human but a dragonkin who remembered eternally, this soul-mingling would be a curse.
"Humans are blessed with forgetfulness."
Humans could forget.
Shed unnecessary memories, store only what mattered.
Active and autonomous in memory—humans.
If not a blessing, what was?
"…I am Park Chan-woo."
He repeated his name.
To define and organize precisely, lest he lose himself.
"I am Park Chan-woo."
Over and over.
Letting the name fill his mouth.
But suddenly, doubt arose.
Who was Park Chan-woo?
What exactly was he?
Destroyer Signus called him the "Master of the Void."
Lee Hyuk-soo dubbed him "Prophet."
All defined this man Park Chan-woo differently.
Which was his true self?
Where did "I," Park Chan-woo, begin?
Since when had he proclaimed himself "Archmage"?
—I shall call thee "Archmage" myself. Boast of it wherever you go!
The origin was Dragon God Sepiro.
From that moment, Park Chan-woo had walked the path of Archmage.
To surpass the Truth-Seeker, Dragon God Sepiro!
That alone sufficed.
All else was secondary.
Shifting his focus eased the memory-sorting.
His mana wavelength stabilized once more.
Only then could he finally separate.
From Han Min-oh, from Signus.
After shaking his head once, Park Chan-woo shifted his gaze.
A "Light Egg" rested on Han Min-oh's chest.
Already half-shattered, yet its interior was empty.
But the egg itself writhed continuously, showing signs of imminent hatching.
He slowly reached out and touched the egg.
Changes were occurring.
From within the cracked egg, a single black wing protruded.
However, Signus did not acknowledge Park Chan-woo.
Ultimate Bloodline… Likely referring to Sanctuary's lineage.
He couldn't fully grasp the concept, but from the Rift, it was clear "Sanctuary" was the name of the greatest king.
Read from Destroyer Signus's memories, it meant a noble bloodline.
That instant.