Chapter 97
Chapter 97
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 97
Chapter Title: Reverence
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The deliberation was brief, and the decision swift.
The time left until Azos's rampage ended was a mere five minutes.
In that span, they had to take down the great conqueror Khan.
No, it wasn't just a matter of killing or not.
He had to be killed.
She had faced him eye-to-eye, spoken with him, and become convinced.
'He's not someone who can be of help.'
To humanity's future, to her own path ahead.
He was far removed from the kind who could lend aid.
Khan was arrogant, authoritarian, and cruel.
No different from any other creator.
For the legendary great conqueror exalted by the warriors, he was utterly disappointing.
"Haha! What an amusing thing to say. You intend to kill me?"
Rumble!
Khan rose from his seat.
A smile brimming with intrigue on his face.
At that moment.
The quest had changed.
Not a legend, but a myth.
A sublime and absolute heroic saga.
This was its herald.
'A beast at heart.'
Intrigue gleamed in Khan's eyes.
No matter how many guardian warriors she had bested in succession, Khan stood several levels above them as the true master of this land.
Yet here she was, unflinching before him.
She had been that way from the start.
Eyes devoid of any awe.
Those were the eyes of one who had danced on the edge of death countless times.
Only warriors who feared not death, bowed to no one, and followed none—wild and untamed—possessed such eyes.
In his long years, he had encountered a few like her.
Tempting prospects, but impossible to tame.
He had tried coaxing, soothing, even intimidating, but their feral nature could not be stripped away.
This one would be no different.
'If I don't kill her, she'll tear into me.'
Even if her limbs were severed, as long as she drew breath, she would sink her teeth in.
Severing her life completely was the final mercy Khan could offer.
For all his disdain, this human challenger was his liberator.
Besides, Khan never spared those who defied him.
"Azos. My loyal and faithful warrior. Can you truly kill me?"
Khan spoke leisurely.
Azos, the palace gatekeeper, had been a paragon of loyalty.
Though now transformed and heeding the beast's command, the reverence etched deep into his soul could not be erased.
All Valhalla's warriors were the same.
They could not betray Khan.
Even if their form changed or they were forcibly subdued, the loyalty Khan had instilled ran profound.
They were trained to follow him no matter what.
Azos had been the most devoted among them.
Guarding the palace entrance meant unwavering loyalty to Khan, after all.
He had watched him from birth.
Trained and honed him personally.
If that soul still lingered intact, how could he possibly kill him?
In that instant—
Thud!
Azos stomped the ground and leaped.
At full power.
With speed like light itself.
Slash!
...He severed Khan's neck.
As the Legendary Quest completed,
a "message" appeared before everyone's eyes.
The message was simple.
Revere it!
Bow your heads with respect.
To the one who completed the legend.
Honor him, and the title is yours.
All participants who saw the message went wild.
"The Legendary Quest is complete?"
"What the hell just happened?"
"Whoa, a title!"
"Thank you! Thank you!"
Strictly speaking, they hadn't even truly witnessed it.
There was zero information on who, where, or how it went down.
But never before in countless Abysses had challengers been elevated like this.
It meant the Legendary Quest was that monumental.
And they were giving out titles just for bowing.
Who did it or in what situation didn't matter.
"I revere you!"
"Incredible!"
Everyone bowed without hesitation.
Titles were notoriously hard to obtain.
Even if the reverence was feigned, lacking sincerity, it was just a simple bow.
Essentially free.
Who would pass up free?
No reason not to.
"Whoa!"
"Jackpot!"
"They're really giving them out?"
As titles were indeed granted, gasps of awe rippled through.
The option itself wasn't impressive, but raising a stat with a mere bow was a steal.
Especially "Intelligence," known as the toughest stat to boost among all.
Info on stats was still under research, but Intelligence's ties to immunity and skill proficiency were established.
And it didn't end there.
Getting the title was shocking enough, but it even restored stamina for all who held it.
Everyone was already exhausted to the brink.
The 24+ hours of "Second Night" had pushed all participants to their limits.
No one had slept.
Spending a full day on high alert with eyes wide open was no easy feat.
Uncertain when or where a doppelganger might "copy" them, and unable to fully trust fellow human participants.
"Doppelgangers are weakening?"
"Last hour! Everyone, move out!"
With stamina restored, participants sprang into action.
For all escapees, weakened doppelgangers meant a golden chance to rack up contribution!
Missing it would be idiotic.
Who was it that said a healthy body houses a healthy mind?
As weary flesh revived, spirits soared anew.
And at the same time.
The chaos wasn't confined to "Second Night."
The creator community.
The virtual space where all creators exchanged views.
The situation there was sparking massive debate.
A rainbow of reactions.
But the common thread was "shock."
Who could've imagined frail humans clearing a Legendary Quest in mere "Second Night"?
It rivaled the shock of humans first conquering the Tower of Arrogance.
Because...
Moon Lord Aheta was no ordinary creator.
A genius in crafting Creation Abysses, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with top-hierarchy lords, the one the Twelve Races loathed most.
Yet he had been conquered by humans—the weakest race everyone dismissed.
Losing territory via Legendary Quest was utter humiliation for any Abyss lord.
Investors who had poured in coins were stomping in anxiety.
If doppelgangers were annihilated or Aheta took a major hit in "Second Night," they could lose everything.
Of course, even with a Legendary Quest loss, Aheta as Moon Lord had countless territories.
Probably fine, but humanity's knack for variables was unmatched.
Unforeseen events kept happening.
No room for complacency.
But what truly weighed on their minds was something else.
The fact all watchful creators were genuinely curious about.
Creators everywhere began fixating on Park Chan-woo's existence.
What started as mild curiosity had escalated to obsession.
'Looks like he's doing well.'
Surveying the creator community, Adora gave a faint smile.
She had a good idea who was the talk of the town.
Only one human could pull this off.
Park Chan-woo.
Revived by Kankun's heart and a wish, he had forged a legend.
No surprise there.
Every step he took would etch into great legends ahead.
This was merely the beginning.
Adora slowly posted her take in the "creator community."