Chapter 465
Chapter 465
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 465
Chapter Title: Results Announcement (7)
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He could not simply watch the demons' demise as if it were someone else's affair.
What the system had shown was no mere execution.
It was a "rule."
A new, unbreakable rule born from the variable named Park Chan-woo!
The system's existence erasure.
Its method was cunning and systematic.
By fully exploiting the existing "bankruptcy" system, it stripped away everything from the target, piece by piece.
Coins and assets, territory and authority, even the faith of the subjects they ruled.
After thoroughly dismantling every foundation of their being, it forcibly "seized" the hollow shell that remained—their very existence.
It was a perfect humiliation, to the point where instant annihilation would have been merciful.
And now, that blade was turned toward him.
Sepiro thought.
Even if the system classified him as an "Outer God" and imposed the penalty for 127th place, his situation differed slightly from the demons'.
In this Abyss, beings worthy of the "Outer God" label are extremely limited.
Including himself, they could be counted on one hand.
Most existed beyond the Great Rift.
The total penalty applied on a racial basis would inevitably be far less than for the demons.
More importantly.
Park Chan-woo. Don't you harbor an Outer God yourself?
Chaarpham.
The pure embodiment of chaos that crossed over from the Great Rift.
If penalties against Outer Gods proceeded, his weapon Chaarpham would surely feel the effects as well.
Would he foolishly shackle his own weapon?
A faint hope flickered: perhaps the penalty's intensity would be weaker than expected.
But who knew.
Sepiro never indulged in optimism.
That Archmage always played the worst possible hand, surpassing his every prediction.
He began to prepare.
If Park Chan-woo had used the system, he would exploit its loopholes in turn.
Bankruptcy.
That word lodged in Sepiro's mind.
He saw through every aspect of the bankruptcy system.
The boundary between what could be seized and what could not.
Even if bankruptcy seizure begins, there's one thing that can never be seized.
Spaces completely independent and severed from the Abyss's main system, like the "Hidden Treasure Vault"—the vault itself is untouchable.
A smile crept across Sepiro's lips.
Then, all I need to do is turn myself into one massive vault.
He immediately activated his absolute magic.
Wuuuuuuuung!
The entire Dragon God Temple vibrated with enormous mana that transcended space-time.
The laws of reality warped, and the temple's coordinates severed from the Abyss's flow.
The walls and pillars, throne and altar of the Dragon God Temple—all reconfigured into parts of one massive "Treasure Vault."
And in its deepest, safest recess.
He sealed his existence, the "treasure" known as Dragon God Sepiro.
If his thinking held true.
He could protect his existence entirely from the system's seizure.
Come on, then, Archmage. Let's see whose rule prevails—yours or my magic.
The moment all preparations ended.
Finally, the system's message appeared.
...Just this much?
Sepiro scoffed.
It was certainly annoying, but not enough to threaten his existence.
But the system's messages didn't end there.
It was here.
Sepiro heightened all his senses.
He intended to watch clearly as the system's seizure faltered before his "vault."
But.
Mocking his perfect calculations, the system moved in a completely unexpected direction.
"Kuhahaha!"
Sepiro's triumphant laughter echoed through the Dragon God Temple.
He had won.
He had perfectly blocked that arrogant Archmage's move.
But his laughter didn't last long.
That single word froze all his elation.
"......"
Transfer.
Yes.
If direct seizure was impossible, there was always the option of handing ownership to another.
His safest sanctuary could fall into enemy hands in an instant.
But Sepiro didn't panic.
Instead, a deeper sneer curled his lips.
But I accounted for this too.
He had calculated every possibility.
That Archmage wouldn't settle for such a shallow ploy.
Sepiro had left a clone inside the treasure vault in advance.
It possessed mana and presence nearly identical to his main body, yet its origin was severed—a perfect decoy.
It was a pity, but he could sacrifice a mere clone.
The minimal price for survival in this grand war.
As expected, the system message followed soon after.
The Dragon God Temple had fallen entirely into Park Chan-woo's hands.
This great sanctuary, the heart and pride of the dragon race for tens of thousands of years, was now mere spoils for a single human.
Fine. I'll concede that much.
Sepiro bit his lip as he felt his throne vanish.
Humiliating, but acceptable.
He had preserved his main body.
A temple could be rebuilt.
But the bankruptcy proceedings didn't end there.
"......What?"
Sepiro's eyes widened for the first time.
Beyond expectations.
This wasn't mere territorial loss.
The system had directly shackled his most fundamental power—the absolute authority that ruled the dragons and bent them to his will.
He could no longer toy with their lives like playthings or twist them into horrific monsters to discard as consumables.
But that was merely the beginning.
"......!"
For the first time, true "rage" exploded within Sepiro's consciousness.
The countless "mysteries" he had gathered wandering the Abyss for eons.
All the sacred relics and legacies that had earned him a place in the Mystery Codex, proving his greatness—they were now engulfed in the system's cold light, ripped forcibly from his grasp.
How had he even acquired those?
Each piece in his collection embodied his history and arrogance.
Yet now, they vanished into oblivion, slapped with mere seizure tags.
It's fine. Up to here... I can endure.
Sepiro gritted his teeth.
Mysteries could be recollected.
His authority had weakened, but his foundation held.
He could bear this loss.
But even that last hope was mocked by the system.
"......You dare."
Something snapped in Sepiro's consciousness.
Before long, the effects would reach his main body.
The system had no intention of stopping.
It would continue until the Archmage was satisfied—or until his existence crumbled to ash.
You dare... try to erase my existence?
That could not be allowed.
The great Dragon God Sepiro could not suffer such humiliation and vanish at the hands of a mere system or that lowly human.
Sepiro made his decision.
Retreat.
He hated to admit it, but he had lost completely in this round.
Not even a shred of victory.
He knew he could make no more moves.
Then, he had no choice but to abandon the board entirely.
Just you wait, Archmage.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
"...I will return, without fail."
Space-time screamed and tore around his existence.
The Great Rift.
He flung open the forbidden gate linking the Abyss to the unknown world.
And without hesitation, he plunged into the chaos beyond.
"......Beyond the Great Rift lies miracles and chaos far beyond your wildest imaginings."
Humiliating, but this was it.
To bide time for the next opportunity, he had to return as a being the system could not judge.
The moment he set foot in the Abyss again, the remaining bankruptcy would resume.
It would execute existence erasure.
The system was limited to the "Abyss."
It couldn't pursue beyond the Great Rift!
I will grow even greater there and return. When that time comes, this pathetic game you've concocted will crumble to dust beneath my feet.
Transcending all, he would return no matter what.
Though utterly defeated this time, there would be no next.
He would end it in ways you couldn't fathom!
Sepiro was confident.
There was no miracle he couldn't achieve.
The Great Rift was not an end, but a beginning.
These Abyss dwellers couldn't even imagine it.
The world was not confined to the Abyss.
The racial war system?
He would overwhelm it with a greater system.
Wait. Anticipate it. Park Chan-woo, you damned Archmage!
Sepiro ground his teeth.
Kururung!
The Great Rift's gate slammed shut with a thunderous roar.
Transcendent Dragon Sepiro.
The Abyss's oldest tyrant and ruler.
......Had abandoned his kingdom and fled into the Great Rift.