Chapter 93
Chapter 93
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Magic Creation
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Park Chan-woo, who had examined the particles through various methods, came to a realization.
These particles were the smallest units that made up magic.
The key to creating new magic.
However, humanity had never created magic.
They had only ever used magic that had already been made.
Everyone believed that magic creation was the exclusive domain of the dragonkin.
But.
'I can do it.'
Park Chan-woo thought.
This corrupted innate mana... If used properly, couldn't it form a new framework?
Connect the dots, add lines, and complete it with planes.
Wouldn't that create an entirely new form of magic?
The problem was time.
Less than twenty minutes left.
No matter how genius his creative abilities were, it was impossible to invent new magic in that span.
Yet Park Chan-woo didn't give up.
On the contrary, his mind was racing faster than ever before.
'Reconfigure the particles.'
These particles were arranged according to specific laws.
The flow of mana that had constituted the existence of the rampaging Azoth.
Right now, he was essentially encircling Azoth's very existence.
Reconfigure this arrangement.
But it wasn't something that could be done with mere thought.
It was already corrupted.
The mana patterns and properties would undoubtedly differ from Azoth's original ones.
Mess with it carelessly, and it would explode on the spot.
Thus, an even more pressing issue remained.
'What stuck to it?'
The thing that had attached itself to Azoth beyond the zero domain.
He needed to figure out what it was.
Only then could he understand the true intent the God of Offerings wished to convey.
Experiencing the world beyond level 99 wasn't the only message from the God of Offerings.
There was more.
A deeper motive he hadn't yet grasped.
Park Chan-woo scrutinized the particles, over and over.
Black and red particles.
Among them, the black ones belonged to Azoth, while the red ones were the attached "other thing."
'No mana can be felt from these red particles.'
They clung to the black particles, stealing and using their mana.
As if it were their own.
What could it be?
No.
...Who could it be?
'If this is also innate mana, it means a completely different existence from Azoth.'
Not a living being, but undoubtedly some kind of "existence."
He meticulously separated the black and red particles in his vision.
As a result, a peculiar mana pattern emerged.
He didn't know why, but it felt incredibly familiar.
Soon, he realized the reason.
'...It's the same as my mana pattern.'
Ha.
It was identical to the mana pattern that appeared when he cast spells.
Mages invariably possessed unique mana patterns.
A pattern meant that even if a hundred mages gathered, a hundred different patterns would appear.
Even a thousand or ten thousand—never a 100% match.
Yet the red particles before him matched his pattern perfectly.
However, these red particles weren't his innate mana.
Not his, yet displaying the exact same pattern...
'Demon-Sealing God.'
Park Chan-woo pondered deeply.
When he invoked the Demon-Sealing God's name, Azoth became an offering.
It had been forcibly activated.
But simply calling a name wouldn't trigger the system.
Offering a sacrifice required conditions.
And Azoth hadn't met those "conditions."
Despite not meeting them, it had become an offering.
'Hold on.'
...What if it wasn't the God of Offerings intervening?
What if it had nothing to do with the God of Offerings' will?
What if it was all his own misconception?
In other words.
'What if it offered itself?'
It was possible.
Even without meeting all conditions, if it willed itself to become an offering, the conditions would loosen.
Before the Messenger of Oaths, Azoth had surrendered.
Its soul had submitted.
It had come to fear him deep in its soul.
But it hadn't been spoken aloud in a清醒 state.
Not spoken aloud, yet defeat was sealed, and it was affected to its soul's depths.
The zero domain.
The negative world.
And the red particles' identical mana pattern.
Azoth's submission, its self-offering.
All of this pointed to...
The one and only possibility that made it all feasible.
'The Demon-Sealing God's Chalice.'
...Only the Demon-Sealing God's Chalice.
However, Park Chan-woo had lost the Demon-Sealing God's Chalice.
It vanished upon his regression.
He had planned to seek it again someday.
But could it really be gone?
The world Azoth experienced was undoubtedly the negative realm.
Yet if that "negative realm" wasn't elsewhere,
but actually connected to him—what he had experienced?
Yes.
Strictly speaking, that was correct.
The Messenger of Oaths governed only himself and his opponent.
Only things existing between the two became subjects of the oath.
Naturally, if Azoth had endured "negative levels," it had to be linked to Park Chan-woo.
And what all this signified was.
'...It's inside me?'
Park Chan-woo looked down at his chest.
The possibility that he possessed the Demon-Sealing God's Chalice.
The possibility that the Demon-Sealing God's Chalice slumbered within him.
He reached a conclusion.
Immediately after, he extended his hand toward the "red particles."
He separated all the red particles and placed them on his palm.
Gulp!
He swallowed them in one go.
Unlike the black particles, they didn't repel him.
They absorbed instantly, as if they had always been his.
Brrrr!
Park Chan-woo's body trembled finely.
Heat surged, and a migraine threatened to drive him mad.
But he didn't miss the path of the red particles' absorption.
Entering through his mouth, they headed straight to his head and were absorbed.
Right at the center of his forehead.
At once, Park Chan-woo poured all his mana there.
A faint outline began to take shape.
'Unbelievable.'
He could see it.
It was unmistakably there.
The Demon-Sealing God's Chalice.
Not a physical object, but present in the form of mana.
The moment he "recognized" the Demon-Sealing God's Chalice,
Dimensional Traveler, Charpham!
That was the identity of the existence clinging to Gatekeeper Azoth.
Charpham had been sealed within the Demon-Sealing God's Chalice.
The -10 level was suspicious, but it was likely the inner world of the chalice he didn't know about.
And one of the "unspeakable things" Azoth had witnessed.
That was when it happened.
A voice echoed from within him.
It reverberated as if vibrating his eardrums.
Dimensional Traveler Charpham!
Its voice was unmistakable.
But demanding a body?
'Was that why it clung to Azoth—because it wanted a physical form?'
However, Azoth had rampaged.
Probably because of Charpham.
Azoth's body couldn't contain Charpham, so it exploded.
The red particles were desperately resisting being pulled back into the chalice.
Park Chan-woo deliberated.
'If I create a suitable body for it, will it serve me?'