Chapter 416
Chapter 416
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 416
Chapter Title: Racial War (55)
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Park Chan-woo quietly opened his eyes.
A light sensation of a crown settling atop his head.
And before him, a system message visible only to himself.
'Authority Points: 210.'
He ran the numbers.
Assuming they'd based it on "Level 0" by adding 30 levels for first-time Racial War participants, that meant the strongest warrior on this train was Level 210.
Conversely, if they'd used "-30" without the adjustment, the top dog inside would be Level 180.
'They probably went with Level 0 as the baseline for Authority Points.'
As always, he considered the worst-case scenario.
Among the warriors on this train...
'A Level 210 monster is riding with us.'
A chill raced down his spine in that instant.
If true, that would mean someone on par with the Twelve Progenitors—or one of them in disguise—had boarded the train.
No opponent he'd faced so far, not even the mightiest demon lords or evil gods, had broken past the Level 200 wall.
Only the transcendent dragon Sepiro, who mocked the Abyss itself, had reached that lofty realm.
Beings beyond Level 200 weren't just powerful.
They were living 'laws' unto themselves—disasters that warped the world's boundaries and shattered causality simply by existing.
And one such entity was breathing the same air in this cramped train car?
'But no warrior's shown that level of overwhelming power yet.'
Park Chan-woo quickly scanned the cabins.
He gauged the mana signatures of every being his senses picked up.
There were plenty of strong ones, but none matched the presence befitting Level 210.
'They're hiding it.'
Which meant they were perfectly concealing their existence, biding their time and watching the board.
Perhaps, like the other races, they were deliberately suppressing their power to feign weakness while vying for control of this "Weakest Crown Station."
The prime suspects were the heavenly race or giant race elders who communicated directly with their progenitors.
Or...
'Maybe another glitch like me, exploiting the system to hide their identity.'
Who it was didn't matter.
What mattered was the existence of such a wildcard.
Vigilance coiled deep in his mind.
At the same time, his thoughts spun with unprecedented clarity and chill precision.
'What Authority should I create?'
Raw power meant nothing.
Against a Level 210 transcendent, any half-baked offensive Authority would be like a newborn's punch.
Defensive ones would tear like paper against their conceptual magic.
They'd already transcended physical laws, after all.
And there was another variable.
His senses pierced the train's shell, detecting massive wills seeping in from distant dimensions.
'The progenitors' intervention.'
Dozens of alien auras beyond the cabins.
They were desperate signals from each race's warriors to their lords.
Their gods, their kings, their transcendents—stunned by the incomprehensible variable named Park Chan-woo, they were breaking taboos to meddle directly.
The situation was dire.
An unknown absolute inside, Abyss-ruling transcendents lurking outside.
They'd aid their warriors in some form.
Countless ways to skirt the rules.
So the Authority he created needed one purpose.
'I have to flip the board itself.'
Not just seize an advantage.
No matter who the opponent, how strong, even if progenitors intervened—he needed a new 'law' everyone would have to obey.
This unprecedented 210 Authority Points held the miraculous power to make it possible.
No one in Weakest Crown Station history had ever claimed over 100 points.
1 point could reverse a situation, 10 could set rules, 100+ was uncharted territory.
What could more than double that achieve?
How far could it reach?
Park Chan-woo suddenly recalled his revelation from the "Forgotten God's Station."
The true reason the Creator made the Abyss.
A grand trial to find true heirs who wouldn't lose their "heart" amid brutal survival games, who could complete their own "story" and prove their worth.
'Right, it's a trial.'
But what had the Abyss become?
The races no longer sought to prove themselves.
They leaned on arrogant levels and bloodlines built over millennia, forgetting true growth.
To them, power wasn't proof anymore—it was an entitled right.
This station had to become a grand trial too.
They needed to realize how hollow and meaningless their strength was.
Park Chan-woo didn't hesitate.
He was the one who'd proven himself countless times.
Now it was their turn to be tested.
Could they prove themselves like he had?
At the same time...
'It's my chance to prove myself too.'
He'd never shown them his true capabilities.
Only indirect influence, never direct force.
So now was the time to make it crystal clear.
A glimpse of his power, and the "caliber" of the order he intended to establish.
He'd turn the progenitors' meddling against them.
If they interfered in any form, he'd surpass it.
The system faithfully executed his will.
Sneering at the massive wills peering from beyond dimensions outside the train, Park Chan-woo proclaimed his Authority.
"In this station, the use of all 'Racial Traits' is forbidden."
The moment the declaration ended, the crown atop his head flashed like lightning.
At the same time, a system message appeared before his eyes—one even he hadn't anticipated.
'...Extends farther?'
Park Chan-woo's brow furrowed ever so slightly.
He'd clearly limited the law to this "Weakest Crown Station" alone.
But these 210 points—too vast even for the Abyss's causality to compute—had blown past his set boundaries, creating unpredictable variables.
No telling what would happen.
But the die was cast.
"...Progenitor?"
"He doesn't mean he's lord over all races, does he?"
"He's not comparing himself to the Twelve Progenitors, is he?"
"What hubris."
Most warriors reacted similarly.
Daring to name a mere crown's Authority "Progenitor"!
"He wants to play at being a progenitor. As if that childish name could do anything."
They didn't know the exact effect.
The system had only announced the name "Progenitor," not its contents.
But the name alone was enough.
To every superior race, it was an unbearable insult and challenge.
"Time to teach him the horrific price of that arrogance."
"The moment we reach the station, I'll tear him limb from limb."
The train car boiled with rage and hostility in an instant.
Instead of wondering about the Authority's effect, they discussed how to punish his insolence.
Kreeeeeaak—!
That was when it happened.
The train, racing through eternity, began slowing with heavy metallic groans.
Through the windows, a eerie station shrouded in fog came into view.
Hiss—
The cabin doors slid open, letting in cold, damp air laced with a faint fishy tang.
The hundreds of warriors who'd disembarked first fixed their gazes on the exit as if by agreement.
Their eyes held a mix of emotions.
Blatant hostility, arrogant sneers, and a flicker of curiosity about this inscrutable human's scheme.
The giant race warrior who'd leaped out first bellowed in a thunderous voice.
"Come out already, you cowardly human! I'll personally end this pathetic 'Progenitor game' you cooked up!"
His shout voiced the confidence of the other races.
No matter how grandiose the Authority's name, the user was just a human.
The weakest one on the train by level, no less.
They'd silently concluded:
He might conjure variables, but Park Chan-woo himself was undeniably "weakest."
They were certain.
The moment that arrogant human set foot down, it would be over.
The end of the human who dared claim to be a god and proclaim himself progenitor.
"......"
Park Chan-woo rose leisurely, last of all.
Like a protagonist stepping onto stage amid roaring fans, his steps held no hesitation.
He stood at the exit.
Hundreds of warriors, arrayed in formation, locked eyes on him.
A momentary silence, as if time had frozen.
Finally, Park Chan-woo took his first step off the train.
The small, ordinary sound of his shoe heel touching the fog-shrouded platform.
Tap—
That was the instant.
The change came silently.
No explosion, no flash.
No massive mana surge.
But every being there felt it.
No one could move.
"...Huh?"
"W-What's going on?"
Something etched in the deepest core of their souls, their bloodlines' origin—had vanished without reason.