Chapter 413
Chapter 413
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 413
Chapter Title: Racial War (52)
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At the end of a long silence, all of humanity erupted in cheers.
“Park Chan-woo! Park Chan-woo! Park Chan-woo!”
Just a few days ago, that name had been synonymous with doubt and anxiety.
When the one and only hope of humanity, Sword King Lee Hyuk-soo, introduced him as his “master,” no one believed it.
‘Never heard of him before? He’s not even on the Awakener rankings.’
‘Has Lee Hyuk-soo lost his mind or something? Who the hell is he trusting...’
‘Pulling pranks on a stage where humanity’s fate hangs in the balance? What a letdown.’
Every online community had been flooded with disappointment toward Lee Hyuk-soo, mockery of the mysterious figure named “Park Chan-woo,” and pessimistic outlooks on humanity’s future.
No one—not a single soul—had believed in this nameless warrior whose name had never even been mentioned before.
But now, there was no one left who doubted him.
Those who had mocked him were the first to chant his name the loudest.
The internet communities were absolute hotbeds of frenzy.
[Breaking] The 10th Warrior, He Was a ‘God’. Real-Time Summary of the Forgotten Gods’ Ruins Reversal
Author: Abyss Analyst
Human representative team arrives at the ‘Forgotten Gods’ Ruins.’ While other races disembark in groups, we send down only ‘Park Chan-woo’ alone. (Everyone was cursing at that point) Suddenly summons ‘Blood God Baal’ to block the other races. (First shock) Enters the curse-filled temple alone... purifies the ruins and saves the gods. (Second shock, brain malfunction) Creates new god ‘Chronos’ and forges armor from the ruins’ remnants. (Comprehension surrendered) All of this confirmed as a system-endorsed ‘Mythic Feat.’ Conclusion: He’s not someone we need to worry about. Just trust and watch.
It wasn’t just the online sentiment.
Republic of Korea, Seoul. Abyss Safety Bureau Comprehensive Situation Room.
Minister Park Sang-min wet his parched lips with a trembling hand.
The massive main screen faithfully recorded every scene from the ‘Forgotten Gods’ Ruins.’
“......”
Not a single aide by his side could find words to say.
They were the world’s top analysts, yet the phenomena on the screen shattered all their common sense and data.
“Minister! Urgent communications flooding in from the US, China, EU alliance... Every nation wants to share all information on Park Chan-woo!”
Even the communications officer’s voice trembled with excitement as he reported.
Park Chan-woo had single-handedly thrust the Republic of Korea into the center of the world.
In the hospital, watching all these scenes, Lee Hyuk-soo’s mother, Kim Ji-yeon, felt the same.
Tears streamed endlessly down her face.
Every time her son Lee Hyuk-soo spoke of the ‘prophet,’ Kim Ji-yeon had vaguely believed and prayed that he must be a good man.
But the figure she’d imagined was a wise sage guiding her son with wisdom—not a god rewriting the laws of the world.
“Thank you... Thank you, Prophet. For saving our Hyuk. For saving all of humanity.”
Her prayers had expanded beyond her son’s safety to the salvation of humanity as a whole.
Everyone shared the same sentiment.
Pessimism and despair had vanished.
For the first time, humanity dared to dream not just of ‘survival’ in the Racial War, but of ‘victory.’
The creators finally reached a tentative conclusion.
Park Chan-woo was a ‘major error’ the Abyss system hadn’t predicted—or shouldn’t tolerate.
The community fell silent at one creator’s words.
Everyone was thinking it, but no one dared voice it.
The community heated up at the question.
Fear of a massive disaster instantly flipped to the thrill of calculating bets on a spectacle.
In an instant, a massive betting pool with tens of thousands of coins opened up.
Even if demons participated in the Racial War, creators cared far more about personal amusement and fleeting thrills than their race’s victory.
Inside the dragon clan’s compartment on the Eternal Train, fury boiled over.
“Traitor!”
Kalligos, the dragon warrior leading the Truth Clan, bellowed with hatred.
His gaze was fixed on Ataraxia, standing beside Park Chan-woo in the human camp shown on the screen.
“The Despair High Dragon, a proud member of the great dragon race, bowing his head to that lowly human? He’s besmirched the honor of all dragons!”
The other dragon warriors echoed his rage.
To them, Ataraxia’s actions were an incomprehensible, unforgivable humiliation.
The leader of the Despair Clan had become a human’s dog, wagging his tail.
“At the next station, we’ll behead that traitor and restore dragon honor.”
“And that arrogant human scum who corrupted him, too.”
But amid the blazing anger, only Drakan, leader of the Sloth Clan, tore at his hair in solitude.
‘This is driving me mad.’
Drakan had seen what the others hadn’t.
He had forged Prime God Arcana alongside Park Chan-woo and witnessed firsthand the miracle of Park splitting Arcana’s heart into thirteen pieces—a feat only Dragon God Sepiro could perform.
Though Park had lost the rift and great rift duel.
Did the Park Chan-woo on screen now truly look like a loser?
Even Drakan’s heart trembled at the sight of Ataraxia kneeling to Park Chan-woo once more.
However, the problem wasn’t Ataraxia.
The real issue was Drakan himself.
‘One friendly word, and my head’s coming off.’
Those guys—especially the Truth Clan and Light Clan—were blinded by racial pride and blind loyalty to Sepiro.
If he stepped forward now and said, “That human might actually be the real Sepiro,” he’d be branded a heretic traitor on the spot, blades incoming.
‘Don’t want to get dragged into this mess.’
Drakan sighed.
He wasn’t a warrior or priest.
He was a researcher and artisan.
He trusted visible data and verifiable phenomena.
And the ‘miracle’ he’d personally witnessed from Park Chan-woo was far more compelling evidence than their blind rage.
So the wisest, most ‘slothful’ course was clear.
‘Keep my mouth shut and watch.’
Drakan quietly nodded, pretending to join the other dragons’ fury.
He had to survive first.
Later, he’d find an opportunity to cross over.
No matter what, he couldn’t abandon his friend Ataraxia alone there.