Chapter 150
Chapter 150
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 150
Chapter Title: The Third Night
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Legendary Latent Ability Grant Scroll!
Previously, while vaporizing the Death Knight in Kim Byung-han's 'Low-Rank Abyss,' Park Chan-woo had acquired a 'Standard Latent Ability Grant Scroll.'
'The one I got back then went onto the World Tree Staff.'
A Latent Ability Grant Scroll was like a reinforcement talisman that elevated a piece of equipment beyond its normal limits.
It extended the lifespan of gear bound by a fixed level.
Or elevated a fine piece of equipment even further.
Of course, acquiring one was as rare as plucking stars from the sky.
They even said, "Running for a Latent Ability Scroll is hell itself."
It demanded a challenge worthy of at least level 80.
To current humanity, it was an unattainable treasure.
'It's Legendary grade. Not Standard.'
He'd obtained not just a Standard one, but a Legendary grade.
Park Chan-woo had once spent an entire month bleeding himself dry just trying to snag a Latent Ability Scroll.
It required heaven-sent luck to even hold one, let alone a Legendary grade!
'The Creator of the Burning Boundary. Only a Creator with that kind of reputation could pull this off.'
They'd hidden such a treasure as a Hidden Piece.
Hanging a national treasure-level reward that most Creators couldn't dream of was proof of their caliber.
As the name suggested, the 'Creator of the Burning Boundary' was a figure who appeared sporadically from the mid-to-late game.
And every Abyss they crafted was vicious without exception.
They churned out Abysses that surpassed humanity's current capabilities.
The Fox Den itself was over level 80 in difficulty.
Thanks to knowledge from the future, he'd exploited a bug-like loophole to barely clear it. Otherwise? Impossible.
Plus, the Hidden Piece that only opened after solo-killing all five demon tribes in exactly fifty exchanges.
To achieve that normally, you'd probably need at least level 99.
Huuuuuh!
Park Chan-woo took a deep breath.
He calmed his excitement.
The 5-star Platinum Box and the Legendary Latent Ability Grant Scroll—both were things his past self had never obtained.
No matter how hard he tried, they stayed out of reach.
He'd chalked it up to bad luck.
But no.
He finally realized that acquiring endgame-tier items wasn't just about luck.
'There are items like Hidden Pieces that only come from challenging the impossible and succeeding.'
Mere effort alone wouldn't cut it.
Creators sat at the pinnacle above humanity.
To outsmart their schemes, you couldn't play by their rules.
You had to be at least ten steps ahead.
It had been impossible in the past, but now, armed with future knowledge, it was entirely feasible.
"Open."
Pong!
Brrrrr!
The box trembled and emitted light.
Park Chan-woo carefully cupped his hands together.
Honestly, few moments had ever tensed him up like this.
It was the best outcome among all the 'Platinum Boxes' he'd ever opened.
The more stars on a box, the higher the chance of high-tier loot.
For example, opening a '7-star Gold Box' to get the 'Golden Mystery of the Arhat.'
Even though it was Legendary grade, depending on conditions, it outshone most Eternal gear.
And soon.
"……!"
Park Chan-woo's eyes, raised in prayer, widened dramatically.
His hands and feet went numb, cold sweat pouring down.
Suddenly, he wondered if all Abyss runners were 'box-opening addicts.'
The thrill was that intoxicating.
And now, with a half-star added, the dice rolled again.
Dopamine and adrenaline exploded from head to toe.
Gulp!
He swallowed, awaiting the result.
And at the same time.
True Shatiros' Shoes (-75Lv, Eternal)
"……!!!"
The moment he saw the name, Park Chan-woo dropped his prayer and clenched his fist tight.
He'd secretly hoped for a helmet or shoes.
And the most desired slot had appeared.
Moreover.
'Shatiros!'
……To think he'd see this name in person.
Shatiros was a being born from the darkness, supreme commander of the 'Dark Legion.'
Long ago, before the 'Racial Great War'.
There was an era of great chaos where all races waged war relentlessly.
Shatiros was said to have perished in the war against the demons, yet his name endured to this day.
Because he was a monster of unmatched power.
Gear bearing Shatiros' name was at minimum Eternal grade.
And it had the prefix True.
'Meaning, these are the actual shoes worn by the real Shatiros.'
Insane.
No words needed.
Among Eternal gear, this was top-tier without doubt.
Park Chan-woo gazed at the shoes before him with trembling eyes.
📛 Name:True Shatiros' Shoes⭐ Level:-75🏷️ Grade:Eternal📝 Description:Shoes personally worn by Shatiros, supreme commander of the Dark Legion. No being could catch him in the darkness while he wore these. Though he fell to 'Demon King Ezbolak,' he inflicted a fatal wound and hid his successor gear across the Abysses.👞 Equip Slot:Shoes🛡️ Defense:200💎 Durability:20,000
Unique Options:
The instant he checked the shoe's details.
"……I'm gonna lose it."
It was so good he felt like he might go mad.
Shoes with a total +300% movement speed.
'Movement speed is a special option exclusive to shoes.'
His previous 'Hermes' Shoes only had 50%.
Even with conditions, he'd never seen shoes boosting speed by up to 300%.
Fitting for Shatiros' own footwear.
This qualified as endgame gear, no question.
Even more so.
'As my equipment levels rise, the negative penalties seem to fade bit by bit.'
Not an illusion.
Nowhere in the description did it say 'Defense and durability reduced due to low shoe level.'
Sure, some gear lacked such notes, but a defense of 200 was unthinkable for -74 level gear.
Among his gear, it was the highest except for 'Baal's Belt.'
Baal's Belt was a 'Radiant Exclusive' and Zero grade, so setting it aside, this had the top defense.
It rivaled top-grade level 30 gear.
In short.
'The level-based stats are normalizing gradually?'
The negative level penalties were lifting.
At least for equipment, they were reverting to original level values.
He didn't know why this change occurred, but it was welcome news.
He'd always hated how negative levels tanked attack and defense stats.
If the negative effects fully vanished…….
'When I hit level 1, my gear will be level 100 equivalent.'
Overcoming all penalties to reach level 99 would mean level 199 stats.
Of course, hitting 99 wouldn't be easy.
……But it opened unimaginable possibilities.
Now, only one dilemma remained.
'Where to apply the Legendary Latent Ability Grant Scroll.'
Park Chan-woo stroked his chin.
Plenty of options.
No need to use it right away.
He could level up more, get better gear, then apply it.
But.
'……Tomorrow night is the third night.'
The third night facing off against the Moon's Lord Aheta was about to begin.
He needed to confront it in peak condition.
Only by bankrupting him could humanity escape the night's torment.
He was far stronger than during the second night.
Yet still, it wasn't enough.
'Aheta's prepared thoroughly too.'
The past 'third night' had been horrific.
This 'third night' would be even worse.
Because he'd thoroughly pissed off Aheta during the second.
Even lost territory—his pride must be in tatters.
Half-hearted prep might not survive the third night.
To face it at his best, he needed the 'Legendary Latent Scroll' too.
A moment's deliberation.
In the end, Park Chan-woo applied it without hesitation.
The Moon's Lord Aheta.
He gazed down upon humanity.
He'd lost the first night, and the second.
But.
'You lot absolutely won't survive this third night.'
He'd gritted his teeth and prepared.
Perfected a 'night' to drive humans to despair.
Three losses were unacceptable.
Especially.
'The bastard who took Baal's Belt. I'll hunt you down and kill you for sure.'
No matter what, he'd track and slaughter him.
He couldn't forgive the thief who'd raided his 'hidden treasure vault.'
'At minimum, a Wish user.'
Evading his pursuit meant at least handling 'Wish.'
Wish was surely auto-concealing the thief's presence.
To hunt him, he needed fitting preparations.
Thus, he'd set countless traps solely to snare that one.
This time, escape was impossible.
'Archmage. I'll find you, the one listed in the Mystic Codex.'
This time, he'd uncovered traces unlike before.
Aheta was one of the 'Mystic Seekers' who could access the Mystic Codex.
The thief had registered 'Baal's Belt' there, alerting all 'Mystic Seekers' to its existence.
Alias: Archmage.
Aheta had mulled over that unforgivable name 'Archmage' hundreds, thousands of times.
Of course, the Archmage might not enter the 'third night.'
But.
'He won't resist.'
He'd prepared temptations beyond imagination.
Greater than the first and second nights combined.
A greedy sort like that would surely enter. Aheta had no doubt.
Plus, no outlandish tricks would work this time.
He'd laid endless traps just for him.
He'd fall into them inevitably.
Aheta smiled.
"Cursed Archmage, let's have some real fun this time."