Chapter 475
Chapter 475
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 475
Chapter Title: Audience with the Sovereigns
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His message, from the Abyss's perspective, was utterly natural and polite.
Sovereigns meet with sovereigns.
For one transcendent being to request an audience with another was, in itself, a profound show of respect.
Hekarim believed his sovereign was granting this lowly human unprecedented treatment.
But.
That arrogant assumption shattered into pieces with Park Chan-woo's icy reply.
Standing motionless by the command center window, Park Chan-woo looked down at him and responded.
"Relay this."
His voice was quiet.
Yet it rang out across the entire plaza without any magical amplification, firm and unyielding.
"If he wants to see me, tell him to come himself."
"……!"
Hekarim's massive eyes widened in shock for a moment.
What had he just heard?
Their great sovereign, the living world herself, Hecate—told to come in person?
It was blasphemy bordering on irreverence beyond mere rudeness.
Park Chan-woo's voice didn't stop there.
"And this kind of intrusion doesn't sit well with me."
No emotion colored his tone.
Not anger, not a threat.
Just the flat, indifferent statement of an obvious fact to an uninvited guest trespassing on his domain.
But that very indifference sent a chill racing down Hekarim's spine.
He flinched.
His enormous body trembled involuntarily.
It was a primal pressure he'd never felt even before their great sovereign.
In that instant, Hekarim finally realized.
The colossal mistake he—and his sovereign—had made.
He glanced around.
Countless humans staring at him and Park Chan-woo alternately, their eyes a mix of alarm and reverence at his sudden arrival.
In their gaze, Hekarim was no longer an ally from the Interracial War.
He was a menacing invader who had burst into their peaceful daily lives, tearing the sky and shaking the earth.
And their god stood firmly against that invader, protecting them.
'…Oh no.'
Hekarim's mind cooled sharply.
Right now, Park Chan-woo was the hottest topic in the Abyss.
He had driven out Sepiro, crushed the demons' momentum, and even earned the acknowledgment of the former Dragon God, Bahamut.
Every race in the Abyss was holding its breath, watching his every move.
And he had invaded the territory of such a being—Earth.
The holy land where his people lived—in such a rude, ostentatious manner.
This went beyond diplomatic faux pas; it was a blatant sovereignty violation and act of provocation.
Looking around again, he saw that the traces of the creative Abyss had vanished cleanly from this planet, which he thought had regained peace after the Interracial War.
What did that mean?
This place was now a perfect independent kingdom ruled solely by one god: Park Chan-woo, tolerating no interference from any external force.
Compared to the brief alliance during the Interracial War, Park Chan-woo's stature had risen to an untouchable level.
They had approached such a being in the most arrogant way possible.
Cursing his own crude, straightforward nature, Hekarim hurriedly corrected his posture.
He unclenched the fist against his chest, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply.
"……Our giants are rough in speech and action, failing to grasp the deeper implications."
The earlier intimidation was gone.
Only the sincerity of one admitting his mistake and begging forgiveness remained.
"Please forgive our rudeness, Sovereign of Humanity and new god of dragons, Park Chan-woo."
He recited every title Park Chan-woo had bestowed upon him, without missing a single one.
It was the most definitive diplomatic gesture: fully acknowledging the other's authority while humbling himself utterly.
"I will convey your sovereign's will to our great lord without the slightest deviation."
He bowed deeply once more, then turned without waiting for a reply and strode back toward the gate through which he had emerged.
He knew lingering would only further displease the new god.
As Hekarim's massive silhouette vanished into the gate and the sky rift sealed as if nothing had happened.
The suffocating tension filling the plaza erupted into explosive cheers.
"Waaaaah!"
The plaza's citizens, the command center soldiers, and humanity worldwide watching the broadcast erupted in fervor once more.
Only now did they truly feel Park Chan-woo's stature—not as some mythical cloud, but as stark reality.
That gigantic, powerful giant.
The overwhelming being who had uprooted mountains barehanded and shaken planets during the Interracial War.
Even he had cowered and begged forgiveness at Park Chan-woo's cold words.
It was a difference in caliber.
Their god didn't stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Abyss's strongest races—he faced their sovereigns, the living gods, head-on and bent their wills. A true absolute.
'This one is our god.'
That fact etched itself deeply into every human heart with pride, more powerfully than any eloquence or miracle.
Park Chan-woo silently accepted the billions of awestruck gazes directed at him.
Then, he slowly raised his right hand.
At that single small gesture, the plaza-shaking cheers halted as if by magic.
Everyone held their breath, awaiting his next words.
Park Chan-woo proclaimed the dawn of a new era to all who believed in him.
"From this moment."
His voice was quiet, but amplified through microphones, it spread worldwide, resounding in every human soul.
"We humanity will forge our new future."
No sooner had his declaration ended than it happened.
The sky responded.
The blue skies over Seoul suddenly shimmered with iridescent, holy light.
As if the world itself blessed the new god's birth and words—a wondrous, beautiful sight.
The light spread beyond the sky, enveloping Earth and every human soul in the Abyss gently.
And before everyone's eyes, the promised system message appeared.
"……!"
The moment they read the first line, Lee Hyuk-soo and all the Awakeners gasped.
The level cap's removal.
It meant the most fundamental chain binding humanity as a race had finally shattered.
Now, like the upper races, they too could surpass level 100 and advance toward true transcendence!
But the miracle didn't end there.
When the message concluded.
Earth fell silent.
It elevated one race—from near-extinction weaklings to absolute powerhouses no Abyss race could ignore—in a single leap. A true 'divine blessing.'
Growth limits vanished, potential exploded, future possibilities expanded infinitely.
And above all, their homeworld became a perfect sanctuary safe from any threat.
All of it, the achievement of one man.
Park Chan-woo.
How much time passed?
Breaking the long silence, a child's clear cry rang out from Seoul Plaza.
"Hooray!"
That sparked it.
"Waaaaaaaah!"
Billions of humans' cheers shook Earth and seemed to reverberate across the entire Abyss.
In the midst of that festive fervor, Park Chan-woo made another choice beyond all expectations.
The right to command slaves from the lowest-ranked races, granted as the #1 Interracial War reward.
He relinquished it without hesitation.
No—beyond relinquishment.
"Send all slaves back to their homeworlds."
His decision sent fresh ripples through the Abyss.
Belligerent races like the demons mocked it as 'foolish.'
But contrary to their sneers.
Numerous weaker races, defeated in the Interracial War and robbed of their kin as slaves, wept in gratitude for his mercy.
They saw it.
A faint glimmer of hope: the era opened by this new god would differ from the old one ruled solely by power.
And before that radical act could fade from memory, another wondrous event unfolded on Earth.
Above the Abyss Safety Bureau command center where Park Chan-woo resided, two enormous rifts—far grander than Hekarim's—tore open simultaneously.
From them emerged two beings.
One appeared as an ordinary human male, but each step he took sent faint vibrations through the earth like resonance.
The moment his foot touched the command center plaza, every human around swallowed involuntarily.
Just standing there exuded an overwhelming weight, like a mountain.
The Giant Clan's sovereign, 'Hecate.'
He scanned his surroundings with intrigued eyes and murmured softly.
"I've adjusted to the scale for now… but what a tiny little neighborhood."
And beside him stood another being.
A beautiful figure crafted from darkness itself, gender indeterminate.
As it appeared, every shadow nearby writhed like living things, prostrating at its feet in worship.
'The Dusk Clan's sovereign.'
The two great sovereigns had descended to Earth in person to meet Park Chan-woo.