Chapter 338
Chapter 338
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 338
Chapter Title: Bankruptcy (4)
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Inside Valhalla's blue barrier, tension hung thick in the air.
An unidentified evil god was charging toward them, devouring the gods in a rampage.
Its power grew stronger with every passing moment. At this rate, the entire Valhalla might end up swallowed whole.
"...Ah, nothing connects at all!"
The demon merchant Dagon's face drained of color.
Not only were warps blocked, but even the secret passages linking to the merchant guild were sealed off.
The instant they became the evil god's target, all Abyss connections were forcibly severed.
There was no escape.
No hope of outside help.
How long could the followers of Ialdagols hold out against this terrifying evil god?
"The evil god approaching wields the power of chaos. It's a tangle of various energies, making its flow hard to grasp, but if I can pinpoint its 'essence' and curse it, I can deal a serious blow."
Adora spoke.
If she could identify that essence, there was a chance to slay the evil god with an absolute curse forged by her wish-granting power.
"Finding the 'essence'... Easier said than done."
Darcan muttered.
Unless someone pierced through layer upon layer of chaotic script and burrowed inside, it was impossible.
That was when it happened.
"By the way, aren't you a witch? Why is a witch taking on the guise of a 'Creator'?"
The giant Garum spoke bluntly.
Open suspicion gleamed in his massive eyes, fixed on Adora.
With the unidentified god of chaos already fraying nerves, he couldn't stomach this shady witch playing lord of Valhalla.
"Aren't you in league with the Black Witch?"
The atmosphere chilled at Garum's direct question.
But before Adora could retort, the dragon tribe's Darcan stepped in.
"Garum, you still spout rudeness without a filter."
Irritation and resolve laced Darcan's voice.
"Adora is unequivocally hostile to the Black Witch. I, of the dragon tribe, vouch for her."
Garum shut his mouth at Darcan's guarantee.
The other tribal representatives didn't challenge it either.
Adora quickly turned her gaze back to the massive threat looming ahead.
"This isn't the time for us to suspect and fracture among ourselves. Pinpointing the 'essence' of that god of chaos and cursing it is our only hope. If anyone has another idea, speak up."
Silence fell at Adora's firm words.
She was right.
Discerning the essence of chaos from outside was next to impossible.
Even the celestial tribe's Illis shook her head.
"In the end, someone has to dive straight into that chaos."
The dusk tribe representative concluded in a low voice.
Darcan continued.
"If we combine forces with those ants, we might pry open a path to the chaos's core for a brief moment. But in that split second, who will plunge into its heart and uncover whatever that 'essence' is?"
His eyes slowly scanned the room.
Diving into the chaos headfirst.
It was tantamount to walking into death's embrace.
Finding the essence amid layers of chaotic energy was one thing—surviving it was another gamble entirely.
No eager hero stepped forward.
Even in the best light, the odds of returning alive were near zero.
That was when it happened.
"I'll do it."
The voice came from an unexpected source.
"...Lord Chiwu?"
Dagon murmured the name as Chiwu, one of the Twelve Heavenly Kings in youthful form, revealed himself.
"I sense a familiar presence from that evil god. If I don't go, no one else can find the 'essence'."
He was the one who had entered Valhalla with Park Chan-woo from the Mount of Cultivators.
Whatever they had faced there, Chiwu now revered Park Chan-woo as the Heavenly Demon, a god.
And now, Chiwu felt an odd dissonance from the approaching god of chaos.
Taebaek.
Taebaek was undoubtedly there.
But whether Taebaek was the 'essence' remained uncertain.
He'd only know after clashing directly.
If it was Taebaek... then what had become of Mount of Cultivators?
"Good. Then we'll devise a way to clear the path. That won't be easy either."
Darcan nodded, about to outline a plan.
"...No need to worry about that part."
Adora spoke up.
Her gaze shifted to the opposite direction.
Not just the god of chaos approaching, but another ominous aura from that way.
"The Black Witch is coming. In the form of an evil god."
"What?!"
Dagon jolted in shock, but Adora suppressed her killing intent and continued coldly.
Her eyes weren't on Dagon.
Beyond the barrier, she sensed two colossal malice converging.
"No need for surprise, Dagon. That's the Black Witch's final form, after discarding everything. She sacrificed even her own flesh to descend as an evil god. Pure curse and destruction incarnate."
Deep loathing and wariness toward that existence colored her voice.
She knew better than anyone how vicious and destructive the Black Witch's curses were.
To think she'd transformed into an evil god by offering everything—that monstrosity defied imagination.
"Two such beings converging in one place. If their destinations align, collision is inevitable. They'll try to devour each other first."
The god of chaos and the black evil god would clash.
She could vaguely guess why the Black Witch hurtled toward Valhalla in evil god form.
Enraged by Park Chan-woo's seizure of the Sovereign of Arrogance's qualification, she sought to annihilate Valhalla and kill Adora.
But.
This crisis was also an opportunity.
Their clash would open the path.
Meanwhile, the pandemonium unfolding in Valhalla was captivating the beings spectating from afar.
The Creators broadcast their satisfaction.
This was the Creators' community.
A place where all Creators gathered to discuss every Abyss.
But right now, every Creator's focus was solely on 'Valhalla'.
The chat scrolled rapidly with analyses and speculations.
Naturally, someone opened the betting pool.
The betting pool exploded in seconds.
A wager on who would win.
Creators threw coins in frenzy.
Someone's despair was their thrill.
In that instant.
A cautious voice raised concern.
It was a frenzy of excitement.
The prudent voices were utterly drowned out.
The community buzzed solely with predictions on the three evil gods' clash over Valhalla, and their own bets.
Nothing else registered amid the visceral destruction and coin fluctuations.
Especially with recent events piling up nonstop—this was prime entertainment at last.
Signus surpassed the trials.
He relentlessly outpaced all divine beasts.
Unlike the others, Signus had some understanding of the 'Creation Abyss'.
Starting from an advantageous position made overtaking them a piece of cake.
But.
'Father.'
Park Chan-woo's condition was off.
Continuously absorbing fragments, his very form wavered perilously.
As if he'd vanish like smoke.
The divine beast Kalinan sneered.
Having led first, Kalinan now ran neck-and-neck with Signus.
They were stuck at a checkpoint, unable to advance to the next trial.
This trial was a 'duel'.
Divine beasts reaching the same stage had to compete—and kill—to proceed.
Yet Kalinan ignored the other divine beasts entirely.
His sole target.
The mongrel, Signus.
Signus asked innocently.
He felt the pure hatred radiating from Kalinan—and the other divine beasts.
Kalinan replied nonchalantly.