Those Who Face the Gods (11)
The monster before me—its entire body glistening a deep, blood-red—screamed in the shape of a serpent.
KWOOOOOOOOAAAAAH——!!!
I severed three of its remaining seven heads in a single stroke. Yamata no Orochi went berserk, thrashing and shattering everything around it. I slipped back a step, dodging the wild flailing.
Patsutsutsut!
Blue sparks clamped around my whole body. I frowned slightly.
No—the real reason I was scowling was the message that had been screaming inside my head for a while now.
Warning. You are currently using Probability completely mismatched to the scenario difficulty!
Restrictions on the Probability of Disaster have been partially lifted. The insufficient Probability will be paid by the Star Stream.
Messages that had started the moment I used the power of a Dragon, and more that had piled on after I activated Disaster Transformation, were clawing at my skull. My head throbbed.
The Star Stream gazes at you and begins to agonize.
Right now the Star Stream was debating whether to slap me with a penalty or simply look the other way.
Should it stop someone whose strength did not belong in the sixth scenario, or should it keep feeding Probability to a being the system itself classified as a Disaster? That was the dilemma.
So far everything was going exactly according to my plan.
…Five minutes at the shortest, ten at the longest?
Because I had fully transformed into a system-recognized Disaster, I had bought myself a little time. I had to crush this thing overwhelmingly inside that five-to-ten-minute window.
Any longer and the Probability backlash would hit me on a completely different scale from last time.
Those who know Elation are masters of staging.
Minimum five minutes, maximum ten. In that short span I had to craft a story that would satisfy the many spectators—the Constellations.
A Dragon is a sacred being, a spirit beast, a divine beast. One who rules over nature itself.
I opened the Dokkaebi Bag.
Purchasing Attributes: Flame Mage, Earth Mage, Wind Mage, Lightning Mage
Total coins spent: 200,000
After buying what I needed, I slowly rose into the sky and looked down at Yamata no Orochi, who was glaring up at me with pure hatred.
Looking pretty resentful, aren’t you? Jealous that I’m using both the power of a Dragon and the power of a Disaster at the same time?
Shaaaaaaak……!!
Constellation, Sovereign of the Eight Heads, wishes for your death with eyes full of hatred!
All four remaining heads howled at once, clearly feeling robbed.
Oh? So you’re that bitter, huh?
I glanced at the heads that had already fallen and begun to rot, and at the skull I had extracted earlier, then slowly nodded.
Water-Calming Pearl. Heal it.
Wooooong!
Star Relic, Water-Calming Pearl, exerts its mysterious divine power!
A golden current flowed from where my heart was, snatched the Yamata no Orochi skull in my hand, gently lifted the three heads lying on the ground, and drifted toward the four limp necks of the serpent whose heads had been severed.
Nerves, muscle, and fresh flesh began to sprout on the bare skull. It fused back onto the neck. The other three heads shed their rotting flesh; new flesh grew from the fallen pieces and reattached to the necks.
The four-headed Yamata no Orochi once again became the eight-headed monster I had first met.
Constellation, Sovereign of the Eight Heads, scowls and glares at you!
Constellation, Demon-like Judge of Fire, is startled by your actions!
Constellation, Abyssal Black Flame Dragon, finally comes to its senses and is overjoyed at the appearance of a new Black Dragon!
Constellation, Prisoner of the Golden Headband, starts arguing with you about why you healed the enemy!
Constellation, Secretive Plotter, is extremely curious about your intentions in healing the enemy.
A great number of Constellations ask why you suddenly healed the enemy!
Countless indirect messages from Constellations rattled around inside my head. Even so, I never took my eyes off Yamata no Orochi, who was staring at me in pure bewilderment.
This is the last chance I’m giving you.
Exclusive Skill, Synthesis Lv.10, activated!
Using Attributes as materials: Ice Mage, Flame Mage, Earth Mage, Wind Mage, Lightning Mage
The golden waters floating around me began to tremble.
Exclusive Attribute, Elemental Mage, activated!
Exclusive Skill, Advanced Enchant Lv.3, activated!
The golden waters split into eight streams. At the tip of each stream, a shape slowly took form—the head of a dragon made of water.
Then something extraordinary happened to those water-forged dragon heads.
One blazed with flame. Another scattered pure white frost. One radiated sacred light that seemed to purify all evil; another poured out darkness that looked ready to devour anything. One exhaled a gale strong enough to sweep everything away; another crackled with blue lightning that could burn and pierce. The seventh head produced a deadly poison that seemed capable of infecting anything it touched.
Seven of the eight heads had changed attributes. Only the eighth remained pure water.
Now it’s a little fairer, don’t you think? These dragons, each with eight heads just like you, will sweep you away.
This was pure performance.
A being that had become a Dragon overwhelmingly crushing an evil serpent—a single play staged for the countless spectators watching: the Constellations, the little people, and the protagonists of this world and their companions.
「Wh…at… are… you… plotting…!」
So you don’t like it? If you hate it that much, you can always give half those heads back.
「…You… will… re…gret… this….」
Apparently it didn’t want its heads cut off again. Yamata no Orochi frantically poured magic into all eight heads. I smirked and poured my own magic into the Eight-Headed Dragon I had created.
Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk stood atop the fortress wall, staring blankly at Park Jinwoo—now transformed into a Dragonoid—and Yamata no Orochi.
“This is insane…”
“………….”
One sole reader and one regressor simply took in the sight before their eyes.
The Probability storm raging between the Evil Dragon and the Black Dragon was thoroughly destroying everything across the vast open ground.
“Hey, Yoo Joonghyuk…”
“…What.”
“……Have you ever seen anything like this in the early scenarios?”
“………….”
Yoo Joonghyuk kept her mouth shut. Kim Dokja took that silence as an answer, nodded once, and slowly spoke.
“…This is completely crazy. There’s no way Probability like this should appear in the early scenarios.”
“……Soon the Probability backlash will sweep over Park Jinwoo. Just like in the fifth scenario. No—worse than that.”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s certainty made Kim Dokja bite her lip hard and lower her head. Right now Yoo Joonghyuk was predicting Park Jinwoo’s death.
“No…”
Kim Dokja’s voice rang hollow.
Faced with a spectacle that could only be called a Disaster, she hung her head with a complicated expression.
…If we leave him like that, Jinwoo dies. No—even if we try to stop it now, he still dies. I can’t think of any way to save him inside a Probability current that massive.
With frantic hands she pulled out the smartphone in her pocket and began flipping through the text of Ways of Survival.
Nothing. There’s nothing…. No scene in the early scenarios is ever described this insanely. The only similar parts are a few moments in the very late regressions….
She wanted to use the methods written in Ways of Survival, but she lacked every single item and skill those methods required.
Despair.
That single word filled Kim Dokja’s heart and mind.
Her first lover wasn’t walking into a death trap—he was digging his own grave and building his own coffin with his own hands, and all she could do was watch helplessly. She hung her head.
“Dokja unnie! Master!”
Lee Jihye’s voice and the sound of many people running toward them made Kim Dokja turn her empty eyes in that direction.
Han Sooyoung arrived first, face urgent, and shook Kim Dokja’s shoulder.
“Hey, Kim Dokja! Did you just see that—are you okay?”
“…Han Sooyoung.”
“…Yeah, of course you saw it. What are you going to do? Is there any way to save him?”
“…There isn’t. There really isn’t…. Any way for Jinwoo to survive inside that Probability…”
She couldn’t even finish the sentence. Kim Dokja clamped her mouth shut, looking as if the words themselves were too heavy to speak.
“……Crazy. How the hell is he even generating Probability like that? It doesn’t make sense. Why hasn’t the Star Stream stopped him already?”
“…………….”
Then someone carefully tugged at Kim Dokja’s sleeve. She slowly turned her head.
“…Unnie. Is Jinwoo oppa in a lot of danger?”
“…Yooseung-ah.”
Looking down at Shin Yooseung, who was staring up at her with tearful eyes, Kim Dokja wore an expression of complete helplessness.
At a time like this she should have said it would be fine, that he would be okay—but the words simply would not come out of her mouth.
“…Dokja unnie, what are you talking about? Jinwoo oppa is in danger?”
“Is Jinwoo-ssi in serious danger right now, Dokja-ssi?”
Lee Jihye and Lee Hyunsung, having overheard the conversation between Kim Dokja and Han Sooyoung, asked with stiff faces.
“Noona…”
“………….”
“…Jinwoo-ssi.”
The dark atmosphere that had settled over the group made Lee Gilyoung, Gong Pildu, and Min Jiwon look either at their companions or at Park Jinwoo fighting Yamata no Orochi.
Everyone gathered on the fortress wall clearly saw Park Jinwoo floating in the sky, controlling an eight-headed dragon.
I had spent too much time on a single performance.
……This hurts like hell.
Pain like thick awls stabbing every inch of my body was pure agony. Using Dragon power and Disaster Transformation—both completely mismatched to the sixth scenario—had brought the Star Stream’s sanctions down on me, and my body was starting to give out.
…About four minutes have passed, I think.
The blue sparks licking at my skin, eager to burn me, almost forced a pained groan out of me.
But I couldn’t stop here. If I released Dragonification and Disaster Transformation now, the Probability backlash would hit me immediately.
Someone who had used Probability this far outside the sixth scenario would die for certain.
Unless I had that.
Giving him that thing back then really turned out to be a divine move.
I recalled the “item” I had received when I casually gave that thing to him, and guided my magic.
Alright. I’ve waited long enough. Time to start.
Forcing myself to endure the Probability that had gathered to the point my body could no longer hold it, and the Probability sparks clamping down to restrain it, I looked down at Yamata no Orochi.
Behind me, eight elemental dragons moved their massive heads and necks, staring down at the serpent as well.
KAHAHAHAHAHAHAK―!!!
The great yokai—or Evil Dragon—of Japanese myth gathered crimson hellfire into one place and swelled the flames larger and larger.
The residual heat alone withered the grass and weeds across the open ground; they burst into flame at once.
Its necks and jaws twitched—it had finished charging every last drop of magic.
KWAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGA————!!!!
Eight heads the color of ominous blood moved as one and fired that fire toward a single point.
Hellfire that looked ready to burn everything raced straight at me in a straight line.
Go.
I casually stretched out an arm toward the massive crimson wave crashing toward me and gave the order.
KWOOOOOOOOOAAAAAH————!!!!
The eight elemental dragon heads roared and charged fiercely into the wave of hellfire.
Like salmon swimming against a river’s current, the eight dragons slowly, steadily pushed through the flames, piercing the wave and advancing.
Countless stars drawn across the canvas of the sky watched us.
They watched the Evil Dragon that harmed humans and the Black Dragon that had just been born.
Patsutsutsut!! Tsutsutsutsutsut!!!
Probability sparks flicked their tongues as if they wanted to snatch my life right this second.
———!!!
Below, the Evil Dragon roared as if this could not be happening and poured out every flame it had to stop the dragons slowly approaching it.
Bite its necks.
At the dry second command, the remaining magic in the eight dragons exploded outward.
The dragons, shining like eight brilliant meteors, finally reached Yamata no Orochi’s necks.
Chwaaaak!
Gwooooooooo……!!
They tore off five heads in total.
Having five heads ripped away in an instant, Yamata no Orochi let out a long, ragged roar of pure agony.
A shame…. Couldn’t get them all?
No—at the very last moment I had deliberately made the attacks on the final three heads miss.
Cutting off the Evil Dragon’s necks was not my job. I must not take that from them.
The one who would kill it spectacularly had to be the protagonist of this world: Kim Dokja.
Through a vision growing hazy from Probability sparks and excessive magic use, I could see the protagonists of Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint and their entire party gathered, talking, then walking toward someone.
…Yeah. I’ll help you—but I won’t steal your story.
This was the wish of a webtoon fan and a reader. I would not take your light.
This was a reader’s stubbornness, a reader’s selfishness—the heart of a fan who truly loved your story.
This much… should be enough.
Disaster Transformation, which had been covering the insufficient Probability, released first.
Right after it, Dragonification—which had given me the power to overwhelm Yamata no Orochi—released as well.
Before the Probability storm could completely swallow my body, I activated Hiraishin no Jutsu toward the mark I had left on Kim Dokja.
“…Sorry. I played around too much. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
Ignoring the blank stares of the party, I walked slowly forward and pressed Totsuka-no-Tsurugi into the hand of the dazed Kim Dokja.
The first promise I had made verbally with Asuka Ren.
I had thoroughly crushed Yamata no Orochi, even if only temporarily. That promise was kept.
Now I only needed to keep the second promise—saving Izumi Hiroki—and I would have fulfilled everything I told her.
But.
Patsutsutsutsut!
The Probability backlash covering my entire body seemed unwilling to give me even that much time.
“…This is still within the range I expected.”
Yeah. In this dogshit world, the concept called “Probability.”
If you don’t respect it, Probability Sparks, Probability Storms, Probability Backlash—they all deal massive damage.
But what if you could use this enormous Probability and still pay the price for it?
I took out the Great Sage’s Hair that had been stored in My Little Hideout.
My cheat item, packed with enough condensed energy to calm even this terrifying Probability backlash.
Last time, after I gave the Great Sage some Ancient Naga meat that was supposedly good for hair loss, he had given me a single strand of hair as thanks.
The moment I clenched that hair from My Little Hideout, I felt the tremendous energy condensed inside it.
Just one strand of hair held this much power.
Even using Dragonification and Disaster Transformation at the same time wouldn’t come close to this total energy.
That made it the perfect “sacrifice” to quell the Probability backlash.
“I’ll give you this. Forgive me just this once.”
The Star Stream narrows its eyes and stares at you and the hair you are holding.
A gaze of overwhelming presence locked onto me, making cold sweat pour down my entire body.
The Star Stream agonizes.
Just that gaze alone dried my mouth with its insane presence.
The Star Stream accepts your proposal.
“…Fucking thank you.”
Whether it liked my sacrifice or not, the system message that appeared in front of me made the breath that had been stuck in my throat finally come free.
Except.
The Star Stream says it cannot simply let this pass, however.
If that message hadn’t appeared, everything would have been perfect.
The Star Stream imposes a penalty on Constellation Park Jinwoo.
“What…?!”
I stared at the system message blocking my vision with a genuinely flustered face.
The penalties imposed on Constellation Park Jinwoo are as follows:
One. Until the end of the eighth scenario, all overall stats are halved.
Two. Until the end of the eighth scenario, you cannot receive sponsorship from Constellations.
Three. Until the end of the eighth scenario, some of Constellation Park Jinwoo’s skills are sealed.
※ Sealed skills: Advanced Enchant, Advanced Extraction, Synthesis, Combat Continuity, Flight Maneuver, Glacier Molding, Incarnation of Disaster, Voice Amplification
These penalties will begin the moment the sixth scenario ends.
“…Hey, can you at least unseal Advanced Extraction?”
Fuck. I need to extract skills from Nirvana’s corpse in the eighth scenario.
But my empty voice only echoed into the void. The Star Stream sent me no further messages.
At the same time, the Great Sage’s Hair in my hand vanished.
“…Well, anyway, I lived. Whew! If it weren’t for our Monkey King, I would’ve been completely fucked!”
Having Advanced Extraction sealed hurt a lot, but I decided to count myself lucky that I was still alive.
The problem was that this wasn’t the end.
“…………….”
………………….
The Constellations in the channel stare blankly at you.
Under the piercing stares of my companions, I scratched the back of my head with an awkward expression, then lowered my eyes and dropped to my knees.
“Tehe! I’m alive! Yay!”
………………….
“Hello? I said I’m alive? I really hate being ignored. Just hit me or curse me out instead.”
………………….
“I’mreallytrulysorryshouldIrunoverrightnowandbeatthatsnakeshitup? JustsaythewordI’llgoandsmashhimrightnowmorethanthatplease stoplookingatmewiththosewateryeyes? It hurtsmyhearttoomuch.”
Especially Kim Dokja, who was quietly shedding tears with empty eyes, and Shin Yooseung and Min Jiwon, who were sniffling and wiping fat tears with their sleeves—I frantically poured out words.
Far away, Yamata no Orochi’s roar—thick with pain, rage, and hatred—echoed in my ears, but I couldn’t move at all.
After roughly five minutes of silence, Kim Dokja wiped her eyes with her sleeve and slowly walked toward me.
Whump.
Suddenly she dropped to her knees right in front of my face and pulled me into a hug. I flinched at the quiet embrace that came without a single word, then gave a bitter smile and hugged her back.
“Were you really worried?”
“…Yeah.”
“Don’t worry, Dokja. How could I die first when I have such a pretty girlfriend waiting for me?”
“…Next time, give me a heads-up. Got it?”
“Yeah, sorry. Next time I’ll at least give you a heads-up before I do something.”
I had expected the usual scolding about why I always courted danger. She must have been truly terrified.
…Next time something this big happens, I really should give her a heads-up.
This time it was genuinely my fault. Even I hadn’t expected Dragonification to generate this much Probability.
No—rather, this is proof that the Star Stream is firmly treating me as a Fable-grade Constellation.
Having more than fifteen Fables already in the sixth scenario made it almost inevitable.
I lightly patted the back of Kim Dokja, who still had her chin on my shoulder, doing my best to calm her down.
Once she had settled somewhat, she pulled out of my arms and looked down at Yamata no Orochi from the fortress wall.
“Wait here. I’m going to finish that thing off.”
“Ah, wait a second, Dokja. Let’s go together.”
“………What?”
Kim Dokja fixed me with a terrifying stare. It was a dark, empty gaze that held no emotion at all—scary as hell.
“Explain.”
“…I promised Asuka I’d save that Izumi guy.”
“Japan’s King? But there’s no way to save him now…”
“Don’t worry about that. Like you just saw, I never touch something I can’t do. So trust me.”
“…If it gets dangerous, run immediately.”
“Thanks.”
With my wife’s permission, I rose from my kneeling position, stood beside Kim Dokja, and rested a hand on her shoulder.
“Let’s finish this fast.”
“Let’s go, Jinwoo.”
Exclusive Skill, Hiraishin no Jutsu Lv.8, activated!
Park Jinwoo returned to the battlefield with Kim Dokja via Hiraishin no Jutsu and stared blankly at what was in front of him.
“Die.”
Chwaaaak!
Gwooooooooooo…!
Constellation, Sovereign of the Eight Heads, is shocked by Incarnation Kim Dokja’s combat power!
Constellation, Sovereign of the Eight Heads, once again questions the fairness of the scenario!
The moment they arrived, Kim Dokja—veins standing out on her face—activated Electrification and cleanly severed two of Yamata no Orochi’s heads.
Having lost its heads one after another to just three people, Yamata no Orochi roared at the empty sky in pure rage.
Kim Dokja had cut off two heads in a single stroke, but her condition was far from good.
With her overall stats reduced, using Electrification made her legs tremble and blood pour from her nose and mouth just like in the Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint webtoon.
Yet she seemed to feel none of that pain. She chugged magic recovery potions like a madwoman and gripped her sword tightly again.
Just as she settled into stance to cut off Yamata no Orochi’s last remaining head—
A mid-grade Dokkaebi appeared in the sky and slowly opened its mouth.
【My, my. A high-ranking being is being put through such an ugly spectacle…. This is quite the problem. I can’t just leave it like this.】
Gwooooo…!
Constellation, Sovereign of the Eight Heads, howls in rage.
Reduced from eight heads to three by my hand, then to a single head by Kim Dokja’s sword in an instant, Yamata no Orochi protested to the mid-grade Dokkaebi floating in the air with a roar full of fury.
【Hmm. Throwing a tantrum won’t work this time. I understand how you feel, but you have already used up all the Probability permitted in this scenario. Those ones will no longer lend you their power.】
Gwooooo…!
Then the anomaly began. The mid-grade Dokkaebi noticed it first and urgently tried to stop Yamata no Orochi.
【Wait—just a moment! Constellation-nim! What are you—!】
Ominous currents crackled across Yamata no Orochi’s entire body. The sign of a Probability backlash.
“…That guy’s acting like he’s got nothing left to lose, just like me.”
“Quiet.”
“Yes ma’am…”
Kim Dokja quietly told the chattering Park Jinwoo to shut up, and he immediately closed his mouth with a deflated look—while still pocketing the snake heads that had fallen at the Orochi’s feet.
As the amount of current sparking from Yamata no Orochi’s body increased, the mid-grade Dokkaebi’s face hardened and it spoke urgently.
【H-hey! Have you lost your mind? Bureau! This is an emergency!】
The mid-grade Dokkaebi tried to use system control authority too late. It was already over.
Kugugugugu!
A [Great Hole] opened in the vast sky above.
From that [Great Hole], something like insect legs emerged and began lending Probability to Yamata no Orochi.
Everyone swallowed hard at the sight before them.
「A mere… Water-Calming… Sword…! A mere… hu…man… dares… defy… a gre…at… star…!」
“Keuhk…!”
At Yamata no Orochi’s true words, Kim Dokja, the little people, and the Incarnations all coughed blood from their seven orifices and either dropped to their knees or collapsed to the ground.
The only one still standing perfectly fine was Park Jinwoo alone.
Even so, Park Jinwoo did not step forward.
Or rather—there was no need to.
“You just made the worst possible mistake.”
Park Jinwoo looked up at the [Great Hole] in the sky and spoke.
The providence of the Star Stream is balance.
When someone destroys Probability, someone else gains Probability.
Kugugugugu!
Far away, someone of immense presence was rapidly approaching this place.
Park Jinwoo and Kim Dokja both knew exactly who that presence belonged to.
The only Transcendent on this planet.
[Since when did Outer Gods interfere with scenarios?]
The smallest, strongest Transcendent in the universe.
Bright blue lightning stretched toward the [Great Hole] that had been lending Probability to Yamata no Orochi.
[Do not meddle in the affairs of my planet. Unless you wish to face me in the place where my Fable began.]
And our only master. Paradox Baekcheong, Kyrgios Rodgraim.
Kyrgios raised her sword toward the [Great Hole] and unleashed lightning at it.
KWAAAAANG!
[Back off! You Outer abomination!]
The lightning that erupted from the tip of Kyrgios’s sword forcibly sealed the entrance of the [Great Hole].
And because the [Great Hole] closed, the Orochi—now stripped of its borrowed Probability—began to rapidly lose power.
Watching that, Park Jinwoo’s eyes lit up with interest. He pulled two items from My Little Hideout.
“I will call upon Constellations.”
What Park Jinwoo had taken out were the Unbreakable Faith he had briefly borrowed from Kim Dokja, and the Sainchamsageom.
Special option of Unbreakable Faith, Star’s Echo, activated!
Through Star’s Echo, you may request the aid of Historical-grade Constellations.
Within the flow of the stars, Historical-grade Constellations hear your voice.
The stars high above the vast sky shone with lofty, proud light.
Under the gazes of those stars looking down at him, Park Jinwoo slowly opened his mouth.
“I desire the Seven Star Lords of the Big Dipper.”
The orbits of the stars begin to move.
In an instant, among the countless glittering stars in the sky, seven small stars blazed with brilliant light.
Holding Unbreakable Faith, Park Jinwoo called out the modifiers of the Constellations he desired.
“I desire the First Star Lord of the Big Dipper.”
Tanlang Star Lord.
“I desire the Second Star Lord of the Big Dipper.”
Jumen Star Lord.
“I desire the Third Star Lord of the Big Dipper.”
Lucun Star Lord.
“I desire the Fourth Star Lord of the Big Dipper.”
Wenqu Star Lord.
“I desire the Fifth Star Lord of the Big Dipper.”
Lianzheng Star Lord.
“I desire the Sixth Star Lord of the Big Dipper.”
Wuqu Star Lord.
“And finally, I desire the Seventh Star Lord of the Big Dipper.”
Pojun Star Lord.
All uses of Unbreakable Faith have been consumed.
When he finished calling the modifiers of all seven Constellations, the seven shining constellations in the sky linked into one, and radiant starlight wrapped around Park Jinwoo.
At last, all Seven Seats that formed the Big Dipper had gathered.
「What is it that you desire of us?」
“Star Lords of the Big Dipper. I wish to save a human whose body was stolen by that wicked serpent, and who was forced to commit unwanted slaughter.”
Park Jinwoo put Unbreakable Faith back into My Little Hideout and tightly gripped the Sainchamsageom with both hands.
“I thought we might all write a legend in this world together and become heroes. What do you say?”
「That heart which thinks of others is truly admirable.」
Brilliant light poured from the Big Dipper constellation floating in the sky. At the same time, the constellation engraved on the Sainchamsageom blazed brightly.
「We respect your will.」
「What you desire shall be done.」
The blade of the Sainchamsageom began to glow red-hot. Clear, vivid crimson flames rose from the blade.
With the help of the Big Dipper Star Lords he had summoned through Unbreakable Faith, Park Jinwoo turned the Sainchamsageom into a Star Relic, then glanced at Kim Dokja.
Kim Dokja understood the meaning in that look and immediately charged toward Yamata no Orochi.
Sainchamsageom.
This sword, now a Star Relic, held the power to temporarily sever the connection between a constellation and an Incarnation—if only for a moment.
But that alone was not enough. Simply cutting the link temporarily would not save Izumi Hiroki.
Star Relic, Water-Calming Pearl, reinforces Star Relic Sainchamsageom with its mysterious divine power!
He reinforced the Sainchamsageom’s effect with the full power of the Water-Calming Pearl, which concentrated all the power of a Dragon.
Stigma, Time of Elation Lv.1, activated!
Park Jinwoo pulled every last scrap of remaining Probability he could safely use and reinforced the Sainchamsageom once more.
I can see it.
Running toward Yamata no Orochi alongside Kim Dokja, Park Jinwoo stared at the black thread rising above Izumi Hiroki’s head.
That thread, now visible thanks to the Sainchamsageom, was almost certainly the link connecting Izumi Hiroki and Yamata no Orochi.
Acceleration.
Exclusive Skill, Acceleration Lv.10, activated!
In a world turned entirely gray, Park Jinwoo focused every scrap of his mind on the thing in front of him so he could match Kim Dokja’s timing.
Exclusive Skill, White Pure Demonic Energy Lv.10, activated!
Park Jinwoo activated another skill. Blue energy surged from the Sainchamsageom—ready to sever that link in a single stroke.
Exclusive Skill, Electrification Lv.3, activated!
Bright blue lightning then covered Park Jinwoo’s entire body.
He looked at Kim Dokja leaping above Yamata no Orochi’s head. He looked at Yamata no Orochi itself. And he looked at Izumi Hiroki, who was staring at both of them.
He looked at the man’s face—cracked all over, every last drop of energy drained, complexion deathly white.
“I will save you.”
In the next instant, Park Jinwoo and Kim Dokja swung their swords at the same time.
Seogeok!
The Sponsor Contract connecting Constellation Sovereign of the Eight Heads and Incarnation Izumi Hiroki has been extinguished.
Having poured every ounce of concentration into this single moment, Park Jinwoo smiled at the system message that floated before his eyes.
Then he turned his head and looked at Izumi Hiroki’s blank, dazed face staring back at him.
Park Jinwoo looked up at the sky.
There, the constellation of Yamata no Orochi—having taken a critical blow—flickered rapidly.
Then that constellation scattered in all directions and vanished from sight.
Main Scenario clear conditions have been met!
Due to the completion of an impossible scenario, all Dokkaebis of the Seoul Dome and Tokyo Dome enter an emergency countermeasure meeting.
Park Jinwoo raised the Sainchamsageom—its flames already extinguished—toward the constellations in the sky.
“…Did you see that?”
He had realized a method no one had ever attempted.
He had built a Fable and saved the king of a nation using a method that even Kim Dokja herself had never tried.
Park Jinwoo looked up at the sky glittering with stars and smiled a deep, satisfied smile.