Chapter 464
Chapter 464
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 464
Chapter Title: Results Announcement (6)
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Within his mind, cracks began to form in the absolute self-confidence that had never once wavered over eons of time.
I am the Lord of Giant Evil.
The symbol of the greatest evil, reigning supreme even among the nine thrones.
After the Void's master vanished, I became the de facto ruler of this Abyss, holding the most territories, commanding the greatest number of demons, and instilling the deepest terror.
During the Great War, I corrupted the Dragon of Despair, Arcana.
I molded him into the horrific monster known as 'Bone Dragon,' hunted countless gods, and led innumerable worlds to ruin.
All of these were my achievements.
History that proved my power.
And yet, me, of all beings, to be erased by something as trivial as the system's random draw?
His furious cry echoed through the empty void.
This had to be Park Chan-woo's scheme, that outer god disguised in human skin.
A vile trick to manipulate the system and eliminate him first.
He scoffed.
Go ahead and try.
In response to his will, a massive storm of mana began to rage around his throne, shaking the very foundations of the Abyss.
The malice and despair flowing from the thousands of territories he owned.
The blind faith of the billions of demons who followed him.
And the pure authority of destruction he had amassed over eons.
All his power gathered into a single point.
To tear apart this absurd system's verdict with his absolute might.
But the system's next message mocked all his resistance.
Bankruptcy?
Before he could even grasp the word's meaning, a horrific sensation assaulted him—as if the most fundamental parts of his existence were being 'ripped away.'
Swoooooosh—
The mountains of coins, treasures, and artifacts he had amassed over a lifetime were forcibly evaporating from his vaults by an invisible hand.
And that wasn't all.
His sources of power were being severed one by one.
The foundation of a demon's strength lies in 'possession' and 'dominion.'
Yet the system was dismantling that very base.
The process was swift, merciless, and unstoppable.
Like a colossal wave swallowing a sandcastle, all his amassed wealth and authority vanished into nothingness in an instant.
If only he could die fighting.
If Park Chan-woo or Sepiro or anyone appeared right now to cross blades with him, it wouldn't feel this unjust.
But no one stood before him.
Only the cold system messages, devoid of emotion or will.
His desperate cries reached no one.
The system never heeded his words.
Soon, the ground beneath his feet began to crumble.
Rumble—!
The thousands of worlds over which he had reigned began collapsing with screams, bereft of their master.
Mountains crumbled, oceans dried up.
The billions of demons inhabiting those worlds could only watch in horror as their realms vanished without explanation.
The power supply from his territories was completely cut off.
The Lord of Giant Evil swayed unsteadily, like a great tree torn from its roots.
And finally.
Shaaaa—!
Even the massive jade throne upon which he sat turned to dust and scattered.
In the empty void, only he remained.
The mythic armor and weapons that had enveloped his body, fused with him over eons, peeled away like illusions, dissolving into particles of light.
In the end, the Lord of Giant Evil lost everything.
His throne, his territories, his wealth and authority.
He was no longer a 'lord.'
Just a nameless demon stripped of power.
And that pathetic figure—stripped bare, standing empty-handed in the void—was being broadcast across the entire Abyss without omission.
To billions of demons, countless races, and even the other eight lords who had stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him.
All watched.
The moment the Abyss's ruler lost everything in an instant and plummeted to the depths of misery.
The Lord of Giant Evil looked down at his hands.
No power remained.
The immense authority that once bent to his will was gone.
For the first time, he felt utter 'powerlessness.'
And in his vision, his body began to fade from the fingertips, scattering like dust.
Death—no, something worse, true 'erasure'—was descending upon him.
All he had built over eons.
To vanish so futilely, so emptily.
Powerless. This helplessness was unprecedented.
He clasped his hands together.
He fell to his knees.
Pathetic.
Utterly wretched.
But even as he faded away, the Lord of Giant Evil didn't care.
And then.
Swoooooosh.
Not a single trace remained in the space where he had existed.
As if no one had ever been there to begin with, perfect nothingness lingered.
Silence.
All who watched—especially the demons and the remaining eight lords—fell silent, at a loss for words.
No way.
......No way they'd erase him like this.
This was far too humiliating.
A swift obliteration would have been the bare minimum respect and mercy for a fallen lord.
But the system denied even that.
It dragged the highest from the pinnacle to the depths, stripped everything away piece by piece, exposed his naked pleas to the masses, and cleanly erased even the last speck of dust.
This wasn't mere erasure. It was utter desecration of his existence.
The remaining eight lords thought to themselves.
If by some chance, I get picked next in that roulette.
I won't show such an ugly spectacle.
Before the system wipes me out, I'll end my own life with my own hands.
That would be the final dignity a great lord could uphold.
As they steeled their resolve, the system window reappeared after the erasure, as if nothing had happened.
Once more, eight glyphs floated in the air, and the cruel roulette began to spin.
When the roulette stopped.
He realized it.
An unseen will was intervening in this horrific roulette.
The Lord of Giant Evil had indirectly tangled with Park Chan-woo's saga by corrupting Arcana during the Great War.
And what of him, the Lord of Deadly Sins?
'Gospel of Pride.'
His cherished pawn.
He had sent it to test Park Chan-woo, resulting in the 'Great Rift,' and in that chaos, he himself had been tainted by a fragment of the 'death' within Park Chan-woo.
This was no coincidence.
It couldn't be.
Those connected to Park Chan-woo, directly or indirectly, were ascending the judgment platform one after another, as if by appointment.
The Lord of Deadly Sins' enraged scream rippled through the minds of the remaining seven lords.
His claim bordered on madness.
Park Chan-woo.
He was surely the culprit. The root of all calamities.
He couldn't forget.
'Absolute Death!'
That human had undoubtedly infected him with that grievous error.
To block death, he had hurled his spear, only to be tainted by that ominous fragment in the process.
He had barely shaken it off and sealed it away. Yet in the end, it strangled him to the very last.
He couldn't go quietly.
He had no intention of stripping bare, begging pathetically, and vanishing like the Lord of Giant Evil.
The Lord of Deadly Sins resolved himself.
If he was doomed to erasure anyway, he would overturn the game itself.
From his throne, an inky aura erupted explosively, as if condensing all the sins of the Abyss.
Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, lust.
The essences of the seven deadly sins.
He forged them all into a single massive spear.
And aimed its tip at the other seven lords participating in this roulette game alongside him.
The sin spear split into seven branches, launching toward each lord.
He had nothing left to lose.
On the threshold of death, he made a choice befitting a demon to the end.
He couldn't bear watching the others rise above him.
But.
The attack dispersed in an instant.
The system permitted not even the smallest rebellion.
The Lord of Deadly Sins' face twisted.
There could be no greater humiliation than this.
Ding!
Dragon God Palace.
Sepiro sat upon his jade throne, eyes quietly closed.
But within, a storm raged unlike any he had known over eons.
Two.
Two of the mighty nine lords had vanished futilely to a few lines of system messages.
Sepiro, who had watched it all from start to finish.
"......Damn it all, Archmage."
Was swept up in a tension he had never felt before in his life.