Chapter 65
Chapter 65
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Creator Community
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The Tower of Arrogance has vanished.
No one could have ever imagined it.
An impossible event had occurred.
With the tower's sudden disappearance, South Korea erupted into chaos.
But South Korea wasn't the only place in an uproar.
There was somewhere the commotion in South Korea seemed laughably tame by comparison—a place resounding with thunderous roars.
The Abyss.
The demonic realm inhabited by hundreds of billions of demons and lords!
The name "Arrogance" was constantly brought up even among creators.
The trials associated with that name were each and every one awe-inspiring.
They possessed worldviews so creative and original that no one could even dream of attempting them.
This was why creators desperately sent their contracted avatars to conquer "Arrogance."
Not only could they earn massive amounts of Coins, but they could also apply and imitate the unique "trials" of Arrogance in their own Abysses.
Imitation is the mother of creation, after all.
Even creators frequently imitated other creators' Abysses.
Of course, they always claimed them as their own pure creations.
Creators always boasted:
"My Abyss is the best!"
"My Abyss is the most creative!"
They claimed their Abysses were special creations born entirely from their own hands, from 1 to 100.
Everything from the terrain, trials, processes, and appearing monsters—they insisted they created it all alone.
But was that true?
Absolutely not.
They explored other creators' Abysses through their avatars, secretly stole creations, and strutted around claiming them as their own.
Among them, "Arrogance" was the name creators referenced the most.
In a word, "Arrogance" was the creator of creators.
Yet, nothing bearing the name of Arrogance had ever gone bankrupt and vanished before.
Unprecedented in history.
With no precedent, the uproar was only natural.
This was on a whole different level from mere creators going bankrupt.
As a result, the "Creator Community"—where creators shared information with each other—was burning hotter than ever.
The creators could only tilt their heads in unresolved doubt.
Earth.
A newborn dimension only just touching the infinitely expanding Abyss.
The humans there were pathetically weak.
Moreover, the Coins obtainable from a newborn dimension were limited, making it a place only worthless "penniless bums" among creators bothered with.
Most creators didn't even pay attention to it, yet an astonishing upset had occurred on Earth.
Because...
...even the Twelve Races and their Race Lords had never conquered "Arrogance."
Yet, humans—who had only just begun to grow—had conquered it.
It went beyond absurdity into outright disbelief.
There was no way they could believe it.
Humans.
Frail lifeforms living on the small planet called Earth.
To be incorporated as the 13th race, they needed consistent results in the "Racial Wars," but the demons of the Abyss didn't even entertain the idea that humans could become the "13th race."
"Humans are incompetent and powerless."
"They'll vanish once the Racial Wars end anyway."
"Demons have zero reason to invest in them."
Compared to the other Twelve Races, humans were weaker than newborns.
The Twelve Races could reach the level of the Ten Realms simply by being born and growing, while humans were frail in every aspect.
The Twelve Races possessed overwhelming talents incomparable to other races, but human talent was so shallow it was less than the grime under their nails by comparison.
No growth potential, no investment value.
That was why powerful creators and demons in the Abyss showed little interest in Earth.
They considered merely creating an Abyss on Earth as "investment" enough.
Let alone contracting avatars or handing out greater rewards?
Why bother for bugs that wouldn't even make it to the 13th race?
Thus, humanity's reputation in the Abyss was at rock bottom.
...Or so it had been.
An inexplicable event had transpired.
They had conquered Arrogance without any "privileges," even before the First Racial War.
The fact that humans—whom they saw as bugs—had conquered Arrogance carried significant implications even for the creators.
They might be worth a small investment.
Buying low and selling high was a valid strategy among creators.
Creating an Abyss on Earth right now wouldn't cost much in Coins.
In contrast, creating one in a Twelve Races' dimension consumed enormous quantities of Coins.
It would be too late once humans became the "13th race."
If they were going to invest boldly, now was the perfect time.
A few creators began pondering seriously.
In this way, the "Creator Community" was a place where all creators spat out their own information.
The Death Witch Adora had set foot in that community.
The bankruptcy of the Tower of Arrogance and the defeat of Arrogance didn't just shake up the Creator Community.
"Anyone got info on this incident?"
"If you have a source, sell it to me, please!"
"Don't the merchants who went to Earth last time know anything?"
The demon merchants there were in just as much of a frenzy.
The fact that trials bearing the name "Arrogance" could go bankrupt had been revealed.
Naturally, the number of "customers" interested in this event exploded.
Customers requesting details on how it was done were beyond counting.
But hardly any demon merchants knew the process.
"Dagon! You wouldn't happen to know something, would you?"
"Puhaha! As if that guy knows anything."
"You got the wrong target, didn't you?"
"He's the perennial performance dead last. The incompetent fool who couldn't sell a thing at that festival is Dagon."
When one merchant sought out Dagon, the other demon merchants openly mocked him.
Even at the previous "Earth Dungeon Summoning Festival," Dagon hadn't posted any sales.
What could a guy like that possibly know about such a major event?
It was a waste of time.
Just sore jaws from talking.
"......"
In the midst of it, Dagon quietly read his book.
Though it was an emergency and all merchants had gathered at the association, they were all feeling the confusion.
Dagon was the only calm one.
Because he knew.
The only demon merchant who did.
He knew the essence of this incident, the sequence of events, and all the key players.
'Sepiro. He's a god.'
Dagon firmly believed Park Chan-woo was the Dragon God Sepiro.
This incident only solidified that belief further.
The sole being to defeat Arrogance.
What else could that be but a god?
If he sold this information, Dagon would become the center of the Merchant Association.
But he couldn't sell info related to him.
The contract forbade it.
However, he could vaguely explain the circumstances of the Tower of Arrogance's bankruptcy.
He could talk about Adora and Kahnkun too, probably.
'Deals start with trust.'
But Dagon shook his head.
Park Chan-woo was his exclusive contractor and lifetime customer.
Dagon couldn't break the trust first.
He vowed not to say a word about anything related to him.
"See? Cat got his tongue."
"Tsk tsk. You can't expect much from him."
"The eternal dead last, Dagon."
The merchants completely turned their eyes away from Dagon.
Dagon paid them no mind.
Instead, he focused on the chatter echoing throughout the Merchant Association.
"Is there room for our Merchant Association in the 'Second Night'?"
"How are negotiations with the 'Moon Demons' going?"
"Crazy. Creators are joining in droves?"
"We can't miss out on this festival! It's a chance to boost sales!"
"Reply from the 'Moon Demons'! They say they can assign some merchants to 'Secret Quest 5'!"
"That's it?"
"Other merchant associations are flooding them with requests...!"
"What about special shops? They need merchants too!"
"All filled up already! Oh, there's one spot left."
"Where?"
"Only the 'Prestige Shop' remains!"
"Sigh. At human levels right now, no one's gonna use that place."
"Who'd enter a Prestige Shop at a time like this?"
"Zero sales if you go there!"
That was when it happened.
"I'll take it."
Dagon, who had been reading his book, quietly raised his hand and spoke.
The mediating merchant tilted his head.
"Dagon! What do you mean 'take it'?"
"The 'Prestige Shop.'"
"...Didn't you hear? You won't make any sales there."
"I'll give it a shot."
"......"
The listening merchants snickered inwardly.
'Idiot.'
'Truly the worst instincts in the Abyss.'
'Just do the opposite of him and you'll succeed.'
Dagon was an incompetent merchant who had never posted proper sales here.
Without his father's influence, he would've been kicked out long ago.
And because of that influence, he couldn't be outright ignored.
The mediating merchant let out a deep sigh.
"Sigh. Fine. Go ahead."
With permission granted...
Kwak!
...Dagon clenched his fist tightly.
'Got it. The opportunity.'
He had seized the chance for the biggest sales possible.
Park Chan-woo.
If he just used the "Prestige Shop," first place in sales was a given.
As the administrator managing the "Prestige Shop," Dagon gained the authority to curate the items sold there.
'A chance to peek into Moon Lord Aheta's treasure vault too.'
Not all, but he could select a few items from that vault for the Prestige Shop.
As administrator, he'd have that much authority.
And if he filled it only with items from Aheta's approved treasures that Park Chan-woo would most need... victory was assured.
'You're the idiots.'
Dagon's eyes gleamed as he glared at the merchants who had insulted him.
They didn't even know Park Chan-woo existed.
Only he did.
How incredible he was.
What he could do.
The miracles he had wrought!
Only he knew.
The thrill from that was indescribable.
Smirk!
'...What a night to look forward to.'