Chapter 524
Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 524
Chapter Title: The Completed Ragnarok
Clan Leader Hecate sat upon his jade throne, arms crossed, gazing leisurely down at the battlefield.
He was confident.
This bet was a fight he couldn't possibly lose.
It wasn't merely the difference between a force of 1 and a force of 100.
It was a gap like 1 versus 1,000—or even greater—an overwhelming disparity that beggared belief.
In his eyes, this human named Han Min-oh was utterly feeble.
Though tempered through the Inter-Species War and several training sessions, his essence still fell squarely within the realm of mortals.
His power was less than the kick of a newborn giant child.
A single gesture from Hekarim would surely reduce him to dust.
Even if Hekarim fought a hundred or a thousand times, he would win every single bout with ease.
And yet...
'...?'
Hecate's massive frame, reclining on the throne, unwittingly leaned forward.
An unbelievable sight was unfolding before him.
Hekarim, the bravest of warriors, had been felled helplessly by a single needle-like sword strike from that tiny human.
'What in the world just happened?'
Hecate's mind filled with confusion.
Did Park Chan-woo assist him somehow?
Had he slipped past his awareness, crossed through space with some absolute magic?
No. If that were the case, he would have noticed.
He detected no flow of mana, no foreign interference whatsoever.
This was purely the result of that one human, Han Min-oh.
"Get up, Hekarim! What the hell are you doing?!"
Hecate couldn't hold back his roar.
His voice shook the entire arena.
But Hekarim remained motionless on the ground.
His eyes were clearly open. He was conscious.
Yet it was as if his entire body had turned to stone; not a single finger twitched.
Park Chan-woo spoke with a bored expression.
"It looks like I've won."
Hecate's gaze shifted to Park Chan-woo.
"...How in the world did you do that?"
He asked.
He couldn't believe this absurd miracle where a force of 1 had subdued a force of 100, even after witnessing it with his own eyes.
Park Chan-woo merely shrugged.
"Simple. I targeted the acupoints."
"Acu...points?"
Hecate's brow furrowed.
It was an unfamiliar term.
"Even your giant bodies have 'acupoints' just like us humans. They're the pathways where life force and mana flow, the central nexus where all power converges and intersects."
Park Chan-woo pointed at the fallen Hekarim and continued his explanation.
"Han Min-oh's sword pierced the core of the mace while using the recoil to stimulate the most critical acupoint in Hekarim's wrist. Then, he poured all his mana through that needle-thin gap, temporarily severing the energy meridians throughout Hekarim's body."
The words were simple enough.
But it was a delicate, precise technique—like blocking the source of a massive river with a single pebble.
Not a clash of raw power, but control over the flow.
Park Chan-woo spoke calmly to Hecate, who stood there in a daze.
"You giants are born so strong that you've never needed to know about such things."
His voice held no mockery, only the serene tone of stating plain fact.
"No need to reflect on your own bodies or study the flow of power. Swinging your weapons was enough to destroy everything. But humans are different."
Park Chan-woo's gaze turned to Han Min-oh.
He looked exhausted, but his two feet remained firmly planted on the ground.
"Humans are weak, so we had to constantly study our own bodies. How to make our fragile flesh tougher. How to wield our limited strength most efficiently. And above all... how to subdue greater power with lesser."
That was humanity's history.
The desperate record of struggle to survive against colossal beasts and harsh nature.
Fail to recognize your weaknesses and limits, and you died.
"Humans aren't weak, Hecate. We're simply strong in ways you can't see."
Hecate's expression grew subtle.
Even granting Park Chan-woo's words about these acupoints existing, the structure of a human body and a giant's had to be entirely different.
So how had Park Chan-woo discerned that difference and taught this human such exquisite technique?
As if he'd personally dissected a giant's body.
Park Chan-woo had already pierced through that deep doubt of his.
The 'Insight' authority gained by absorbing the Lord of Intelligence in the Tower of the Gods allowed him to peer into the fundamental structures and laws of all existences.
Giant acupoints, dragon mana circuits, even the shadow laws of the Dusk Clan—everything in the world appeared to him like an open book.
But he saw no need to explain that.
"...I acknowledge my defeat."
A loss was a loss, after all.
True to his giant nature, Hecate accepted it cleanly.
With a sigh, he drew forth the massive gem from his chest—the 'Giant's Wail,' resonating like a sorrowful cry—and handed it to Park Chan-woo.
"I'll honor the promise. This is yours now."
Then, casually, he asked,
"Could you teach us giants about these acupoints as well?"
Park Chan-woo smiled as if he'd been waiting for the request.
"Isn't that what alliances are for?"
Hecate smiled back.
As he passed over the 'Giant's Wail,' another sudden curiosity struck him.
"By the way... have you gathered all the pieces of Ragnarok?"
Hecate pointed at Park Chan-woo's chest.
"I felt this 'Wail' resonating with your armor, but I couldn't tell exactly how many pieces you'd collected."
His eyes sparkled with childlike curiosity.
Park Chan-woo lightly tapped his armor in response.
"This is the final piece."
"Ho!"
Hecate's eyes widened in awe.
"Then I get to witness the completion of Ragnarok right here!"
His voice trembled with excitement.
"I can't wait to see just how powerful that thing called the Twilight of the Gods and Ragnarok truly is!"
Park Chan-woo felt the same.
Even with three pieces, Ragnarok had already reached the God tier.
So what realm would it ascend to with all four pieces united into perfection?
And then, as the Giant's Wail touched Ragnarok...
Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung-!
The world trembled.
Blue frost patterns trickled down the silver-white armor like tears, and at last, the four scattered myths fused into perfect unity.
Hwaaaaaaaaaa!
Light devoured everything.
Even Hecate had to narrow his eyes to behold that wondrous scene of creation.
📛 Name:Ragnarok
⭐ Level:∞
🏷️ Grade:Abyss
👕 Equip Slot:Armor
📖 Description:Twilight of the Gods. The name heralding the end of the gods. Imbued with the essence of the gods who fell in the 'Golden Age.' 'Ragnarok' is proof that the old world crumbled and a new one dawned—the ultimate armament beneath creation itself.
★All pieces fused into one, now complete.
🛡️ Defense:25,000
🔧 Durability:Indestructible
✨ Unique Options:
🌟 Complete Equipment Effect:
-[Ragnarok]: Invokes 'Ruin.'
He drew in a sharp breath.
Invincibility.
There was no other word for it.
Defense that slashed all physical and magical damage by ninety percent, regardless of source.
Absolute resistance rendering all curses and mental attacks meaningless.
With this armor alone, he could stand laughing before any assault in the Abyss.
But what truly captivated his gaze was something else.
'All Absolute Effect Resistance.'
The authorities of gods, the laws of transcendents that defied causality, even the system's compulsory judgments.
It meant resistance to every 'absolute effect' forming the foundation of the world.
This transcended mere defense—it intervened in the laws themselves.
And finally, that concise, ominous phrase: 'Invokes Ruin.'
He instinctively knew it was a power not to be used lightly.
"...Now I understand why that armor is called the 'End of the Gods.'"
Hecate's eyes scanned the Ragnarok adorning Park Chan-woo.
And he marveled.
Even his own insight couldn't fathom its depths.
It was on an entirely different level.
With this...
'The preparations are complete.'
The Abyss-grade weapon 'Transcendent Star's Guide' and the near-invincible armor 'Ragnarok.'
And a body and soul perfected through five transcendences to bear them all.
Of course, the 'Dawnstar of Origins' was still stuck at Demi-God grade.
But its remaining pieces pointed to the Abyss where the Six Lords' thrones resided.
Items he couldn't claim without waging war.
In the end, all paths converged on one word.
War.
Park Chan-woo's eyes gleamed coldly.
It was time for the demons to pay for their arrogance.
The vast army of the 'New World Alliance' led by Park Chan-woo crossed the World Tree's path into demon territory.
The giants shattered enemy defenses at the vanguard, shaking the earth; the dragon mages rained lightning from the skies; and Dusk assassins slit the throats of enemy commanders from the shadows.
Human Awakeners fulfilled their roles seamlessly among them, displaying organization and power incomparable to before.
It was a tight-knit alliance.
A unified force bound by a shared goal and fierce will to usher in a new era.
A resolve never again to be toys in the demons' schemes.
Under the absolute centerpiece that was Park Chan-woo, they complemented each other's weaknesses, maximized strengths, and produced perfect synergy.
In contrast, the demon alliance was like a sandcastle.
Forced together under the Six Lords' coercive commands, there was no trust or bond between them.
The fear of defeat and seeds of internal strife had already taken root deep in their souls.
Before the tantalizing temptation of the 'new era' Park Chan-woo offered, many races turned tail before the fight even began.
Desertions surged the moment war broke out, and the remnants eyed each other warily, holding back.
Victory and defeat were decided from the start—overwhelmingly so.
The New World Alliance's forces carved through demon lands like a hot knife through butter.
Demon screams echoed across the entire Abyss.
Everyone sensed this grueling war would end far more anticlimactically than expected.
...Until 'she' appeared.
On the seventh day of full-scale war.
A single system message floated before everyone's eyes.
Without warning or preamble, utterly matter-of-fact.