Chapter 100

Lee Hyuk-soo stared blankly at the “miracle” pouring from Park Chan-woo’s hands.

Words like Mana and Divine Power had been thrown around, but in Lee Hyuk-soo’s eyes, that destructive power could only be described in one way:

A ‘miracle’.

Something unthinkable by common sense.

An occurrence believed to be brought about by a god.

Yes—this was it.

‘The power of a god.’

And so, Park Chan-woo, who wielded that miracle, was a god.

The Prophet had clearly reached his limits.

He had exhausted his Mana, coughed up blood, and faced the worst.

And yet, as if nothing had happened, he reversed it all in a single moment.

He summoned another shadow and swung forth a miracle.

…There was no limit.

The Prophet’s power had no end.

Thump! Thump!

Lee Hyuk-soo watched the scene of destruction unfold.

Wherever those black particles swept through, everything vanished—as if it had evaporated.

Along with it, the body of the [Great Conqueror Khan] was collapsing.

The monster who couldn’t be killed even with a severed head.

Now, he was falling alongside the palace.

‘A new path. A completely different trial.’

Lee Hyuk-soo took in every step of the Prophet’s journey.

His path was clearly different from the predetermined one.

What began as a fight between [chasers] and [fugitives]…

The Prophet had stayed out of it and sought entirely new trials.

He discovered Khan’s palace, cleared ten trials, and even slew Khan.

What’s more—all of it was unprecedented.

Instead of taking the easy path, he chose to forge new ones, create new events, and walk his own course.

As a result, an unimaginable outcome unfolded.

[You have witnessed ‘Myth’ up close and served faithfully.]

[Due to your devotion, the ‘Goddess of War’ forms a deep bond with you.]

[The ‘Goddess of War’ will now accompany you instead of ‘Conqueror Khan.’]

[Health is restored.]

[Clarity of mind restored.]

[Title ‘Companion of Legend’ upgraded to ‘Knight of Myth.’]

[Beginning final contribution calculation.]

[According to your final contribution, you may receive a treasure befitting your rank from the ‘Master of the Moon Ahheta’s Treasure Vault.’]

Lee Hyuk-soo’s eyes widened.

As soon as Khan vanished along with the palace, messages popped up.

Each line shattered his expectations.

And it wasn’t just messages—something was happening in the real world, too.

‘The Goddess of War!’

Above his head, the Goddess revealed herself.

A massive illusion of light crossing the heavens.

Holy wings made of light scattered glowing feathers.

Hands clasped together, the Goddess of War bestowed her blessings and protection upon Lee Hyuk-soo.

Her radiant light reached across the entire Second Night.

‘Why me, not the Prophet?’

But he was confused.

He hadn’t done anything notable.

He hadn’t shown any meaningful strength during these trials.

The enemies were simply too powerful.

So why had the [Goddess of War] chosen ‘him’—not the one who had fought?

Lee Hyuk-soo looked up at the goddess.

She gave no answer.

She didn’t move.

She was only a figure made of light.

He lowered his head—and looked at Park Chan-woo.

After the Divine Power was released, [Charpham] was unsummoned.

His Mana had been completely drained—nothing left.

He was so frail, it wouldn’t have been surprising if he collapsed on the spot.

“You did well. Thanks to you, we killed Khan.”

Even so, Park Chan-woo offered his gratitude.

Lee Hyuk-soo’s eyes trembled.

“I… I didn’t do anything…”

“Lee Hyuk-soo. If you hadn’t stepped up and drawn his attention, I’d have been in danger.”

Really?

Was that true?

Did his distraction really give the Prophet enough time to recover his Mana and unleash a miracle?

Then the Prophet looked to the sky.

“By the way, congratulations. Looks like the ‘Goddess of War’ is with you now.”

“…I don’t know why she chose me.”

“You’re worthy.”

“…?”

Worthy.

But he didn’t possess anything to be called that.

Nothing worthy of the goddess’s interest.

Yet the Prophet spoke as if it was obvious.

‘She must’ve been forcibly bound to Khan.’

Park Chan-woo nodded to himself inwardly.

He had a good idea why the [Goddess of War] chose Lee Hyuk-soo.

She had likely been forcefully tied to Khan.

Rather than follow the one who conquered Khan’s land, she chose someone she genuinely liked.

Some beings were like that.

After long periods of worship, or through powerful artifacts, some formed a kind of [divine personality].

Like the [Holy Grail of the Sealing God], like the [God of Offerings].

If the [Goddess of War] chose Lee Hyuk-soo, then Park Chan-woo held no regrets.

Those kinds of divine personas could only be owned one at a time.

And he already had the [Holy Grail of the Sealing God], so it was natural that he couldn’t receive the goddess’s blessing.

Unaware of this, Lee Hyuk-soo looked at him with faint admiration in his eyes.

Park Chan-woo looked like he had no regret at all.

‘I should follow him, even a little. Before he disappears completely.’

A desire bloomed.

Not just to become stronger.

He wanted to follow the Prophet—even if just a step.

To dip a foot into that world.

Even if the gap between them was so wide he couldn’t fathom it.

He hoped to earn the qualifications—to experience even a glimpse of that world.

To do that, he had to act.

There was no time to rest.

The Prophet’s grace wouldn’t last forever.

If he wanted to repay that grace—and one day be of help—he couldn’t stop.

But he wasn’t afraid.

If you don’t know, you can’t go—but he ‘had’ seen it.

A sky beyond the sky.

[A sky beyond the sky. A heaven above all heavens.].

Now that he had witnessed it, all that remained was to pursue it.

In his own way.

Lee Hyuk-soo also intended to become someone who “carves a path.”

“…Thank you.”

He bowed deeply.

With all his heart.

“…There’s no need to thank me.”

Park Chan-woo cleared his throat and turned his back.

It felt odd to hear Lee Hyuk-soo speak so formally, and to see him act that way.

Still, Lee Hyuk-soo didn’t lift his head.

Not until new messages began appearing.

Ding!

[To the one who witnessed the ‘impossible miracle’!]

[To the one who overcame every trial and reached the ultimate!]

[Your adventure will be remembered for eternity.]

[This was an experience far beyond your level.]

[All calculations related to your actions have been completed.]

[Level up.]

[Level up.]

[Level up.]

[Level up.]

[Level up…]

Levels were rising.

Madly, steeply.

So unbelievable he couldn’t trust his own eyes.

[You have reached level 30.]

[Due to the overwhelming experience points, the ‘Third Limit Level Breakthrough’ quest has been forcibly unlocked.]

[You have reached level 31!]

Insanity.

Pure madness.

He had just jumped 10 levels at once.

Was that even possible?

[Contribution calculation complete.]

[You have acquired 10,000,000 contribution points.]

“Cough!”

Lee Hyuk-soo let out a cough.

Ten million points—despite doing so little?

With the trials of Khan’s palace included, he had earned a total of 30 million contribution points.

Likely, no other participant had received points in the millions.

He glanced at the Prophet again.

‘How many points did ‘he’ get…?’

…The one who defeated Khan alone.

There was no doubt.

Even if all the participants combined their contribution points, it would still fall short of the Prophet’s total.

His feats were just that great.

Just being able to witness it up close was an honor.

“Well then, I’ll see you again sometime.”

The Prophet shrugged.

As if it was time to part ways.

The ‘Second Night’ was nearing its end.

With Khan’s death, the timer had accelerated.

And so, Park Chan-woo turned around.

Without hesitation.

Having accomplished all he needed to—he left, completely at peace.

Lee Hyuk-soo looked after him with longing eyes and spoke.

“…Yes. I’ll see you again.”

—

As he left, Park Chan-woo looked up at the sky with a satisfied smile.

‘The final calculation turned out better than expected.’

He had earned more than he imagined.

Not just contribution points.

His level had risen considerably too.

‘I gained 5 levels.’

From -89 to -84.

He had thought it stopped.

But now that it was rising again, he felt at ease.

There was still a long way to go—from level -99 to 1.

He had roughly 510 days before death.

But now he knew: it wasn’t impossible.

‘It’s clear I need more experience than others.’

But that didn’t matter.

Being at a negative level brought positive effects too.

The gains from it were astonishing.

In fact, he was gaining more benefits than those living with normal levels.

Park Chan-woo reviewed the messages again.

[To the one who fulfilled the ‘impossible miracle’!]

[To the absolute being who shattered all obstacles and rewrote destiny by rejecting the predetermined path!]

[Your adventure will be remembered for eternity.]

[This result could never have occurred with your current level.]

[This miracle surpasses miracles—calculation is impossible.]

[As a special compensation, you have received 50 coins.]

[You have acquired 700,000,000 contribution points.]

[Total contribution has surpassed 1,000,000,000 points!] (T/N: Dagon would be foaming! lol)

[You have achieved the unique achievement: ‘You’ll Never Pull This Off.’]

[A ‘unique achievement’ disappears once achieved.]

[This is the first time such an achievement has been completed by any species in the ‘Second Night.’]

[An additional 500,000,000 contribution points have been awarded.]

[All participants have been awarded 1,000 contribution points.]

[This is a blessing from the ‘Unique Achievement Holder.’ Participants who bow their heads in gratitude will receive extra points.]

[Additionally, for each bowing participant, the ‘Unique Achievement Holder’ will gain 1,000 contribution points.]

[However, this bonus is not affected by boosts from maps or qualification bonuses.]

And across the ‘Second Night,’ voices began to ring out—

“Thank you!”