Chapter 104
Chapter 104
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Who Dares Summon Me?
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"Wow, Sans!"
"The steel floating in the sky is the work of the descendants, the ones wrapped in brimstone flames are depraved descendants led by serpents, and the ones all with the same face are soulless husks. What a bizarre situation. Well, they're not opponents I can't handle, so I might as well fight without holding back to gauge the skills of those who lead the steel."
Adam calmly assessed his foes.
"I wondered if it was really Uluru, but to think they'd revived Adam. Not sure if we can capture him alive with this force, but the Chairman would be delighted to hear about it. By the way, I heard the Foundation went under—when did they get something like that? And why is Dr. Janus here? The Foundation's one thing, but Dr. Janus is tricky to mess with..."
Baal was delighted at the sight of Adam, the Foundation found it troublesome, and Dr. Janus was uncomfortable.
"A golden opportunity to collect a primordial human! Assistant! Retrieve the Frankenstein Corps at once!"
"Doctor? Aren't those kids over there from Lucifer Company?"
"What!? When did they get here!?"
"The Lucifer Company Chairman is one of your best customers, Doctor. He pays handsomely— what if we clash and something goes wrong?"
"Urgh."
"And that ship over there looks like it's from the Foundation, even if it's nothing special."
"The Foundation had Sephirot, right? If problems arise, the info will spread across dimensions, and we'll face a massive fine..."
Dr. Janus wrestled with capitalism.
"Have you located the external special advisor?"
"We haven't!"
"They're probably already taken out. What about enemy intel?"
"One unidentified entity, a legion presumed to be demons, a legion that looks like artificial lifeforms— no intel on either!"
"Looks like they heard rumors we're weakened and launched a dimensional invasion, using the Anti-Christ as a beachhead. Retreating now would likely draw more enemies. We'll turn this into an annihilation battle. Let's show them the Foundation's might."
The Foundation saw this whole mess as an incident exploiting their moment of weakness.
"Open the gunports."
"Opening!"
"Fire gravity shells!"
And so, the Foundation's preemptive strike unleashed utter chaos.
"......Sir!"
"......"
"Mr. Lee Seung-hoon. Pull yourself together!"
Sarang-i's voice finally snapped him back to awareness.
A piercing pain stabbed through his entire body like needles, but it sharpened his mind.
"What happened?"
The massive chaos and roar unfolding across the world helped too.
"From what I can surmise, demons, the Foundation, a primordial being, and Dr. Janus are currently at war."
He chewed on "Wilted Friendship."
Lit a cigarette, then watched the unfolding situation.
"What's that?"
A massive ship floating in the sky unleashed thousands of shells.
On impact, the shells didn't produce flames or dust— they warped space massively, sucking everything caught in them into the distortion and erasing it.
"And the ones in suits?"
The suited ones looked grotesque from the start.
Split pupils like snakes, horns sprouting from their heads, long pointed tails piercing through their pants— classic demon features.
They fought like demons too: ripping foes apart with bare hands, spewing fire from their mouths, wielding telekinesis— all the textbook abilities.
"Demons have ranks, huh."
Some suited demons stood out.
Each step caused earthquakes, reaching for the sky summoned falling brimstone, and a touch reversed skin and organs into horrific deaths.
"And those guys all look identical?"
The identical legion regenerated even from gravity shells or demon powers.
Even if their bodies vanished entirely, they reappeared from thin air, like witnessing a miracle of creation.
"Argh! The chimera legion! They're dying too often! I should've brought the combat unit!"
"Why didn't you?"
"The combat unit's only about twenty strong at best! Too few to apply pressure! That's why I brought the chimera legion, but with them dying like this! Regeneration energy's draining fast, and it's sucking my soul dry with it!"
"Pfft, over something like this..."
"By my calculations, 25% of the lab budget's already gone! I need the Frankenstein Corps! If they don't step up and end this chaos quick, I'll be eating stir-fried bean sprouts for the next year!"
He spotted Dr. Janus and his assistant chattering.
Their late-arriving vehicle was totaled, battered by enemy fire.
'Immortals who don't die, so they're fine.'
The most spectacular was Adam.
Every time he extended his right hand, countless beasts obeyed like disciplined soldiers.
"Not beasts— divine beasts."
A koala tumbled through the air, shredding demons with its claws.
A kangaroo leaped straight to the ship, smashing its outer hull with its tail.
Songbirds spewed fire from their beaks; snakes swallowed gravity shells whole, digested them instantly, and belched long.
'If Adam gets serious, every beast on Earth turns into something like that.'
And that was just the start.
Extend his left hand, and enemies in that area vanished entirely.
Some turned to pillars of salt, others crumbled to dirt returning to the earth, some attacks dispersed as mere breezes.
'Who knew Adam had power like that.'
He smoked chain after chain, watching the spectacle for a good while.
Some force field or space warp blocked the battle's aftermath around him, but it was fading— the distortion growing hazy.
"Haha, what a shitshow."
Now he understood what the ticket's prophecy meant.
'Just like that entity slaughter gallery I saw last.'
No more eerie tales or intriguing lore— just fixated on raw power.
No interest in survival or countermeasures, just virtual battles debating who's strongest, reveling in the anomalies.
"All horror, all SCP stuff ultimately morphs into mythic, cosmic, Cthulhu, cosmic horror works, and the remaining fans get hooked on excessive lore and overwhelming power, no longer feeling or wanting fear."
Someone in the entity slaughter gallery summed it up perfectly.
"Wow, Sans."
"Stop, right there."
Sarang-i perfectly illustrated fans obsessed with excessive lore and power.
'The entity slaughter board in the prophecy was the one thing I hoped wouldn't happen.'
Why did that board appear in the prophecy?
Could it be that, just like the users there fighting, powerful entities entangled in this incident, sparking a massive event?
"What couldn't happen in games, and even in settings or novels— since creators differ, no one dared touch it, existing only as board nonsense— is actually happening."
Like a Munchkin Mary Sue constellation beating lottery odds.
In reality, nothing was impossible.
'How do I resolve this?'
He hadn't anticipated a battle that could end the Earth erupting from this incident.
"But I did consider the primordial being might be evil and overwhelmingly powerful."
He pulled all remaining quest tickets from the Void Pocket.
[Reward: Physical abilities 10x boost for 1 hour.]
[Mission: Donate 2.7 billion won.]
[Deadline: 1 hour.]
"I didn't arrogantly think I could handle it alone."
He checked the next ticket.
[Reward: Ask the Blue Moon to come.]
"No hesitation in using it."
The other was insurance if calling the Blue Moon went wrong.
[Mission: None.]
[Deadline: 1 minute.]
[Note: You are worthy of love. This reward will make your life horrific and damage your life force. Please make a wise choice and find meaning in life.]
No mission.
Instead, the quest ticket added a new "Note" category to dissuade use.
"An eye for an eye."
He used the ticket.
"A tooth for a tooth."
The no-mission ticket's effect activated immediately.
"Wow, Sans gets Wow, Sans."
The battle dragged on stalemated.
"Energy efficiency?"
"Focusing on repairs."
The Foundation ship hadn't been destroyed.
Near-infinite energy from the black hole engine maxed out self-repair functions, regenerating outer armor before attacks reached the core.
"We can't achieve decisive suppression like this!"
But with all energy nozzles on defense, offensive investment was limited, losing firepower to push the front.
"No choice. Deploy the last resort."
The last resort: dropping an overloaded black hole engine.
A micro black hole wouldn't destroy Earth, but Australia's loss was inevitable.
"Prepare."
"...Black hole bomb ready!"
The others were gearing up too.
"Ah, Third Chairman? Long time no see— don't you miss Father? Ah, he hung up. Then... First Chairman, long time. I'm about to capture Adam— care to join? He still remembers Eden."
Baal requested HQ support.
"Finally recovered it! Frankenstein Corps! Snap out of it!"
"Ugh, Doctor? Pudding!"
"Haha! Here it is! Made it special for you!"
"Yay!"
"Now eat up and get your head straight! We need your power!"
Dr. Janus finally recovered the Frankenstein Corps.
"Guess I'll have to annihilate them in one blow."
Finally, Adam condensed all power into his right hand.
A sun formed in his grasp.
"Black hole bomb, drop in 10 seconds! 9, 8, 7..."
"First Chairman, could you hurry?"
"Frankenstein Corps! Ultimate code inputted! Transform to ultimate mode now!"
"Time to end this."
As all their powers were about to clash—
『You.』
The sky darkened.
『You all.』
Starlight vanished.
『Creatures forsaken by the Creator.』
The wind ceased its song.
『Fly writhing in insatiable gluttony.』
Beasts hid behind rocks.
『Ants stripped of glory.』
All combatants looked skyward.
『Charlatan cheating death.』
And beheld.
『Dust hurling into futile war.』
『I ask you.』
The Blue Moon, covered in dozens, billions, trillions— innumerable eyes and mouths.
『Who dares summon me?』