Chapter 202
Chapter 202
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 202
Chapter Title: Tower of the Gods (3)
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As Cronos had said, a single item lay where Lil had vanished.
'A staff?'
At a glance, it looked like a staff.
But it wasn't a complete one.
It was cleanly severed in half.
Only the handle remained, making it look more like a club than a staff.
Yet the hexagram and runes etched into the handle were extraordinary at first sight.
Park Chan-woo slowly read the runes.
'Guide of the Stars.'
The one who hears the voices of the stars and guides them.
It was a name that perfectly suited the magic 'Elysion' that Lil had completed.
'Why didn't it disappear?'
Beings of the Abyss usually vanished completely upon death, along with all their possessions.
Yet even this mere half of a staff remained.
'...The death of a transcendent might differ from that of ordinary entities.'
They said one could even resurrect upon entering the realm of creation.
Near-immortal existences might not be treated as truly dead.
'A gift...'
Lil had left behind this half-staff even as she faded away.
It was probably meant as a congratulatory gift for completing 'Elysion.'
Unable to even say a final goodbye, Park Chan-woo stared blankly at the staff for a long while.
He wasn't sure he was worthy of accepting it.
"......"
Cronos spoke the truth.
Magic kills emotions.
Only by lacking emotions, by excluding them entirely, can one wield magic with precision.
High-ranking mages were cold-blooded, not a drop of blood spilling even if pricked with a needle.
Typically skeptical, pessimistic, and negative.
Clap clap clap clap!
Cronos conveyed his sincerity.
He had no intention of refusing.
He had only hesitated briefly.
Snatching it up joyfully right away would make him seem greedy.
He shook his head and slowly gripped the staff's handle.
Then.
Swooooosh!
Suddenly, the staff turned into smoke.
He thought it might vanish for a moment, but the smoke seeped into his body.
Ding!
At the same time, a distinct hexagram began to rise from the base of the World Tree Staff.
But Park Chan-woo couldn't tear his eyes from the messages.
Inherited to the disciple.
That meant Lil had fully accepted him as her disciple.
With trembling eyes, he looked at the now-evolved World Tree Staff.
"......!"
The moment he checked the staff's information, his pupils dilated massively.
The 'World Tree Staff' was already due for replacement soon.
He had been using it since level -98, for quite a long time.
Even with its good rank, the low attack power and durability had been regrettable.
The reason he hadn't replaced it easily was solely due to its 'unique options.'
Especially the ones that raised all magic ranks by one step and exalted a single magic to greatness—they were irreplaceable abilities.
'...All of them have been strengthened.'
Not only had it retained those options but enhanced them further.
It was a transformation grand enough to truly call an evolution.
Even the level had adjusted to match his current power.
Tower of the Gods.
A related 'message' was already floating before his eyes.
'Towers of the Gods' had appeared across Earth, urging him to climb them with all his might.
To think Lil had been involved.
Park Chan-woo nodded and checked the final piece of information.
'Status Window.'
👤 Affiliation:Earth / Human(?) / South Korea📛 Name:Park Chan-woo🎂 Age:27♂️ Gender:Male📏 Height/Weight:180cm / 67.8kg⭐ Level:-63
⚔ Total Attack Power:15,002(7,700+7,302)🛡️ Total Defense:4,262(1,260+3,002)📊 Status:Weakest, Non-Existent, Terminal (391 days), Immune to All Poisons📈 Overall Penetration:10%🔪 Physical Penetration:18%✨ Magic Penetration:15%💥 Magic Critical:32%🎭 Magic Double Cast:25%⚡ Magic Cast Speed:25%🎪 Magic Effect:25%🔄 Magic Power Regen:322%📈 EXP Gain:175%💫 Active Auras:
Golden Aura (Attack/Defense x2 based on coin count)
Seeker's First Step (+1 to all stats per 10 coins, max 50)
🏆 Honor Points:1,150,400 (99th)
"......"
The status window left him speechless.
An increase beyond comparison to before.
Especially the attack power—it had skyrocketed insanely.
Just 'Baal's Sword' and 'Staff of the Six Constellations' added over 4,000 attack power.
But the rise from 'stats' outweighed even the equipment bonuses.
The reason was simple.
'Attack efficiency has surged.'
That was why stat-based attack efficiency mattered.
Raising stats alone wasn't enough.
Boosting efficiency amplified the effects of raised stats.
Thus, he now boasted a total attack power of 15,000.
'In raw attack power, I rival a fully geared level 70.'
Even surpassing most level 70s.
From that point, they equipped high-grade gear, but assembling a full set took immense effort.
Even fully geared, they'd need perfect synergy to hit 15,000.
Yet amid all this astonishment, one thing was utterly unbelievable.
'......Pure magic power has increased.'
A momentous occasion.
Though only by 30, it shattered the notion that all his stats were fixed at 1.
Likely thanks to inheriting Transcendent Lil's magic power.
Her transcendent magic had broken the old paradigm.
Knowing it wasn't absolute, there might be ways to raise it further.
Clench!
Park Chan-woo clenched his fist.
At the center of all these changes was Lil.
Therefore.
'I'll climb to the top, no matter what.'
The final legacy left by his master Lil.
He would conquer the Tower of the Gods, come hell or high water.
Exiting the lab's center, an unexpected scene unfolded.
The demon merchant Dagon, the witch Adora, and Ataraxia were gathered together.
"Great One. I trust you've been well."
Ataraxia dropped to one knee the instant she spotted Park Chan-woo.
It was their first meeting since the 'Second Night,' about a month ago.
"It's been a while."
"Ahh!"
Tremble!
Suddenly, Ataraxia shuddered with ecstatic eyes, as if overcome with emotion.
He wondered if he'd said something odd.
"You remember me! Such honor, utmost honor!"
...She was thrilled simply because he remembered her.
Indeed, Dragon God Sepiro didn't bother remembering 'unnecessary' things.
Not even fellow dragonkin.
"Sent by the Black Witch?"
"Yes. But worry not. We've captured all the witches she sent alive, so nothing will leak from here."
Three women huddled on the floor, terrified.
All witches, apparently.
"Handle it as you see fit."
"Understood."
At his words, Adora nodded.
As a fellow witch, she would know best how to deal with them.
Then.
Ataraxia cautiously spoke up.
"......Great One, there is actually one matter I wish to discuss."
"What is it?"
"By now, the 'Black Witch' has likely noticed my betrayal."
Certainly, if she returned alone, the Black Witch wouldn't let Ataraxia off easily.
She might crack open her skull, dissect her, or drive her mad to extract the truth.
Thus, Ataraxia presented her proposal.
Thud!
She slammed her forehead to the floor and said,
"I earnestly beg you. Please allow this lowly servant to follow in your footsteps!"