Chapter 430
Chapter 430
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 430
Chapter Title: Racial War (69)
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Park Chan-woo didn't dodge.
On the contrary, his eyes gleamed with a colder light than ever before.
'This place is where the Great War is manifested.'
A massive historical anomaly—an unstable world tangled with countless contradictions and falsehoods.
'The density of errors is thick here.'
That meant it was the worst stage for beings like him... and at the same time, the best.
A place where the power to defy the laws grew even stronger.
In other words, for 'Outer Gods' existing beyond the Abyss's laws, it was an ideal environment.
And so, Park Chan-woo summoned the chaos slumbering deepest within him without hesitation.
"Come forth, Zharpham."
Kwaaaaaaaaang-!
Behind Park Chan-woo, space tore open like a sheet of paper.
Beyond the rip, a more primordial void appeared—one unlike the Abyss's depths.
The scent of the primordial sea burst forth, mingled with a chilling aura like stars collapsing, as a massive shadow began to take form.
Resonating with the thick density of errors here, Zharpham was far clearer and more enormous than before.
It wasn't just a black shadow.
Beyond its contours rippled a vast abyss, like the white underbelly of a whale.
The great sea beast imprisoned in the Demon-Sealing God's chalice.
The White Whale Zharpham.
The Outer God had finally revealed its full presence on this battlefield, where the laws of reality had grown faint.
Shuuuuk-!
The spear piercing through errors finally reached Zharpham's massive body.
Jephar was certain that Zharpham, being part of Park Chan-woo—an error mass—couldn't block the spear and would vanish alongside it.
But.
Crack.
The spear halted the instant it touched Zharpham's body.
Then, like water soaking into a sponge, it began to be sucked into him.
"W-What...?"
Jephar's eyes filled with shock.
Zharpham wasn't an 'error' of the Abyss.
He was a being from 'beyond' the Abyss.
A predator that fed on the laws of this world.
Jephar's spear had the power to pierce errors, but to Zharpham, it was merely delicious nourishment.
Kraaaaa...
Having devoured the authority of the Giant Evil Lord contained in the spear, Zharpham let out a low, satisfied groan.
Zharpham's body grew even larger, and the abyssal darkness enveloping him deepened further.
"Time to return the favor."
Park Chan-woo's voice echoed across the field.
He raised his hand, extending it toward Zharpham's body.
From his fingertips, the divinity of 'Dawn State' flowed like a golden river into Zharpham.
A wondrous yet horrifying fusion of the Outer God's ancient void and Park Chan-woo's newfound divinity.
Strange patterns etched across Zharpham's pitch-black body, like golden veins branching out.
This was no mere granting of power.
It was Park Chan-woo himself becoming the 'warhead' of the colossal cannon called Zharpham.
"Divine power, unleash."
With Park Chan-woo's declaration, Zharpham's massive maw opened wide.
What erupted from within was a silent light.
No explosion, no flash.
Just a pure white wave that erased everything, as if existence itself was nullified.
The wave swept the battlefield silently, yet faster than any attack.
Nothing remained where it passed.
Tens of millions of roaring demons scattered like dust without a single scream.
The burning earth lost all color, turning into a blank white canvas, while the blood-red sky washed away, leaving only empty void.
And in that spot, only three remained.
The red knight Jephar, staring blankly at his entire army 'erased' before his eyes, and Park Chan-woo and Zharpham looming over him.
Jephar's eyes trembled in disbelief.
"You... what in the world..."
His voice cracked with despair.
He couldn't accept that his sure-kill spear—the authority bestowed by the Giant Evil Lord—had become mere sustenance for this unknown entity.
And that was just the beginning.
His tens-of-millions-strong demon army had cleanly evaporated.
Evaporated, literally.
No explosive debris, no charred corpses, not even the screams of souls.
The space where they had existed was wiped clean, as if erased from a canvas with an eraser.
The waves of malice that once blanketed the sky were gone, replaced by an eerie silence and emptiness that overwhelmed Jephar.
This was a miracle even a Demon God couldn't perform.
Jephar was one of the mightiest among Demon Gods.
He knew better than anyone the limits of demonic authority.
Demon Gods could shatter planets, reduce legions to ash, shake dimensions.
But that was always in the realm of 'destruction.'
Destruction always left traces.
Residual energy, shattered causality, and above all, the 'record' of the dying entities' agonized screams.
But what Park Chan-woo had just shown was different.
It was 'erasure.'
A power that wiped away cause, effect, and every process in between, as if it had never existed from the start.
Like ripping an entire page from the Abyss's history book and burning it—a authority close to that of a law creator.
'...Great Nine Lords. Is that human connected to them?'
A name so blasphemous to even contemplate flashed through Jephar's mind.
Only they—the primordial beings touching the Abyss's origin—could perform such similar miracles.
Beings that erased existence, rewrote laws, imprinted their will as the Abyss's truth. Walking myths.
'No, impossible.'
Jephar shook his head desperately.
It defied common sense.
No matter how enigmatic that human was, could a mere mortal participating in the Racial War reach the stature of the Great Nine Lords?
Was the eons-spanning history of their reign to be denied by one nameless human?
It would upend the entire hierarchy of the Abyss from its roots—an impossibility.
The moment Jephar's gaze wavered in confusion.
Swish.
From within Zharpham's massive shadow, Park Chan-woo reemerged.
He did nothing.
He simply gazed quietly at the only survivor in this emptied battlefield: Jephar.
"......!!"
Their eyes met.
A chill ran down his spine.
Jephar felt the hairs on his body stand on end, shuddering involuntarily.
Park Chan-woo's eyes held no emotion.
No anger, no contempt, not even the thrill of victory.
Just a gaze observing and analyzing him as a mere 'phenomenon'—cold and utterly mechanical.
Like an entomologist watching a bug under a microscope.
Before that look, all the dignity, honor, and millennia of pride borne by the name Red Knight Jephar crumbled to meaningless dust.
"......"
His will to fight shattered completely.
The courage to raise his sword, the thought to chant spells—all vanished.
The being before him was no opponent he could face.
For the first time, Jephar felt a terror beyond death.
A primal fear that his existence would be fully 'understood,' 'analyzed,' and ultimately 'erased' under that gaze.
Park Chan-woo showed no intent to kill him.
To him, Jephar wasn't worth killing—just a roadside pebble.
That indifference brought greater humiliation and despair than any enmity.
'I have to run...'
He had to escape.
From this place.
From that incomprehensible monster.
As quickly as possible.
His instincts, his soul, screamed it before his reason could.
Regardless of his will, Jephar staggered backward.
The pride of a Demon God was long forgotten.
Only the primal instinct for survival dominated his mind now.
But Park Chan-woo didn't stop him.
He merely watched the pathetic struggle with apparent interest.
That was when it happened.
Kwarrrung!
In the sky above the battlefield, the heavens tore open as multiple massive rifts appeared simultaneously.
From beyond them poured waves of power that were all too familiar to Jephar—potent and arrogant demonic energy.
"This presence...!"
A spark of hope lit Jephar's face for the first time.
The Frenzied Beled.
And the Demon Kings, including the Lamenting Gremory.
Gremory's gaze lingered briefly on Jephar's wretched state before turning to Park Chan-woo.
Their eyes met.
A momentary silence, as if time had frozen.
Park Chan-woo showed no surprise at Gremory's arrival.
Instead, he wore a faint smile, as if he'd been waiting.
Gremory's pupils trembled ever so slightly.
She knew him.
Park Chan-woo.
The 'human who knows honor'—a title she'd bestowed herself.
But the one before her now far surpassed the 'human' she'd known.
He stood facing her, having exceeded her predictions and understanding.
The other Demon Gods saw Park Chan-woo as a mere powerful 'error' or 'foreign substance,' but Gremory was different.
She knew his story better than anyone—the bizarre path he'd walked.
As if he had no reason to linger, Park Chan-woo turned away without attachment.
And vanished once more into Zharpham's shadow.
Like a curtain falling on a play, his presence was perfectly erased from the battlefield.
"...What happened here? I felt a massive divine power just now."
When Beled asked, Jephar couldn't answer.
Gremory stared long at the empty spot where Park Chan-woo had vanished, her eyes inscrutable.
They could only remain silent for a time.
Before a phenomenon beyond comprehension.
Every scene of Park Chan-woo unleashing his divine power was broadcast live to all races.
To the Great Nine Lords, and even all Twelve Sovereigns.
