Chapter 19: Mythic Class and the Exposed Conspiracy

As the magic from the magic circle fully absorbed into Carpe, the job advance was complete.

A Mythic-grade job!

Even Epic-grade jobs would have the whole world buzzing—this was Mythic!

-Hah. Even after ten-plus years in RaSe, I only got a Mythic job once.

And that was pure miracle stacked on miracle on miracle, shit-luck on shit-luck on shit-luck—something you could only describe as a 'true miracle'.

To snag it this easily...

It was absurd.

Life was unfair, sure, and some folks were just born lucky—but this crossed the line into ridiculous.

I must've saved the country in a past life. Probably Admiral Yi Sun-sin or something.

Even he's just 8-star here, dude!

Drawing 8-star Yi Sun-sin as a Patron Spirit granted the top Legendary-grade job, Sea King.

It was among the pinnacle of Legendary jobs, but it couldn't compare to Mythic.

Mythic was simply off the charts.

Either way, what a start. Level 10 with a Mythic job. We might actually clear this game.

I wanna check the skills right now, but...

He'd have to hold off a bit longer.

A man was sobbing right in front of him, after all.

"O... Oh! Magical Fist Lord!"

Drek knelt, tears of joy streaming down his face.

"Mm."

The atmosphere felt too solemn to interrupt, but they couldn't stay like this forever.

Carpe spoke cautiously.

"Um..."

"Magic King!"

"Uh..."

"Master of Arkram!"

"Hey!"

Carpe raised his voice, and Drek snapped out of it, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Ahem. I still have duties to fulfill, yet this old fool got carried away. Please forgive me."

"No, it's fine."

800 years, right?

How much pain had been passed down through the ages since Arkram's fall?

Seeing hope after all that waiting—it was understandable to get emotional.

"So, what exactly is this duty you mentioned?"

"Delivering the item he left for his successor."

"Ah!"

"Please wait a moment."

Drek vanished quickly, clearly fetching the item he'd mentioned.

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Come to think of it, when I got my Mythic job, I got a bonus Unique item too.

"Kuh!"

The thick scent of jackpot wafted through the air!

After a hidden class, now a Unique item? His luck high was flooding his brain—he could barely keep a straight face.

"Thank you for waiting."

Drek returned holding a small wooden box in both hands.

Carpe took it carefully.

"Open it."

Click.

Despite its age, the box opened smoothly. Inside lay a pair of gauntlets.

"These are?"

"Magic weapons the Magic King favored in his youth. They serve much like a mage's staff."

"Oh?"

Gauntlets as a magic staff?

That meant he could use other weapons alongside them.

Carpe picked them up. The fingers were open, and the back of the hand bore intricate leather patterns.

Ding!

"...Whoa."

Insane? Legendary?

His own, after rolling through hell and back, was just(?) Unique? RaSe, you crazy bastards! Is this even a game?!

"Do they please you?"

"Of course."

Was this the majesty of Legendary?

Its brutal options turned every item he'd gotten so far into trash.

"Makes me wanna pick a fight right now."

"Heh heh. Fine attitude, but the time isn't right yet. To face mighty foes, you need proper preparation."

Ding.

A scenario quest heralding the start of a grand adventure had appeared.

* * *

Drek saw Carpe off after the job advance.

"I'll stay here, gathering info and continuing my research."

"Research?"

"Studying the coins outsiders carry. They're the only clue linking outsiders to the false gods."

"Ah!"

Players insert 'coins' into vending machines to draw Patron Spirits. The coins act as the medium between player and spirit.

"So that's why you were collecting them."

Who'd have thought the junk shop quest hid this lore? He was impressed.

"My research is nearly complete, so I'll need more coins, more frequently."

As Drek said, guerrilla quest cooldowns would shorten, and coin requirements would rise.

"Hmm. I see."

"Is there a problem, my lord?"

"No. I might even help with coin supply."

Carpe called to Cheonma.

Bro.

-What now? What mess are you plotting?

Good at video editing by any chance?

-Video editing? I can do the basics. Why?

Heh heh heh.

Carpe just laughed in response.

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That night.

A video went up on Last Savior's official video platform, Channel RaSe (Chara).

"Sigh. Another snoozefest. Why are all these RaSe streamers so unoriginal ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lately?"

Kim Sung-geun, your typical Chara bum in Korea, stumbled on it by chance.

"Huh? What's this?"

Like any other day, he was idly scrolling Chara when hopping through RaSe videos led him to a fresh upload with zero views.

"Hmm."

Uploaded just minutes ago.

Shall I check it out?

He'd normally skip it. But today, he was sick of the same old streamers.

Every damn one just farming cleared raid bosses.

Lately, Chara uploads followed a pattern.

Top guilds drop raid footage, and copycats follow suit. Zero originality.

Sometimes a random like this hits different.

New channel, just one video.

Felt oddly special—like he was the first visitor.

Sung-geun smirked and hit play.

Huh? Starter village?

First-person view. A long line of users stretched out.

The infamous 'Mutant Horned Deer Quest' of the starter village.

Aw, newbie upload.

Probably some excited fresh player recording their playthrough.

Welp, time for bed.

The rest was obvious: wait in line, grab the quest, done.

Right as he went to close it—

"Huh?"

The protagonist ignored the line, heading into the woods instead.

That's Monkey Squad territory?

After that, he couldn't look away.

"Th-that!"

A few gestures, and Monkey Squad goons scattered like leaves in the wind.

This guy was no newbie.

"...Whoa. Insane."

Awe spilled out.

One-sidedly shredding the squad was cool, but the ninja boss fight? Jaw-dropping.

It was like a pro trailer—polished combat perfection.

Ranker leveling an alt?

One gripe: no sound. With audio, it'd be weekly best for sure.

"Hm?"

But the real shock came next.

Screen shifted inside the village; protagonist hurried somewhere.

"Church?"

Why there? Only priest types went.

But instead of entering, he loitered outside.

Was there an NPC there?

Memory fuzzy since leaving starter city.

Suddenly, protagonist talked to some shady old NPC.

"Gah!"

Sung-geun screamed at the bombshell.

"Hi-hidden? Guerrilla?!"

Despite his disbelief, his hands flew to copy the link.

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Late night, a post hit RaSe IpVen.

Like any big community, it was full of crap posts and bait.

Everyone figured: another bored idiot.

But it wasn't crap. The board ignited instantly.

Big bait drops, and communities explode.

Doubts popped up everywhere, but expert consensus soon ruled: "Vid's real."

Focus shifted to the real prize.

New bait: "What even is the junk?"

Then one user nailed it.

Click. One word flashed across every member's mind.

The community detonated.

One self-proclaimed Mammonism member posted defending pure intentions.

Drowned in hate and curses, mods deleted it.

Moments later, a post:

The channel of an unknown chad.