Chapter 110
A [Creation Abyss] was the Creator’s exclusive domain.
Only a Lord of the Abyss could forge such trials.
Even the Twelve Species and their Progenitors were never granted that authority.
But what if—
A human who was not a Lord interfered in the creation of a Creation Abyss?
‘Demonic Abysses are always biased.’
Most existed to ridicule and humiliate humanity.
Few Creators were capable of designing true gambling dens—thrilling, dangerous, edge-of-your-seat battlefields.
Because in the end, Creators were demons.
And demons took their greatest joy in toying with others.
As Lords of the Abyss, Creators were monarchs wielding absolute power within their territories.
They had been born stronger than others, monsters who trampled the weak beneath their feet.
Thus, they had never known weakness.
They didn’t understand what it meant to be fragile.
Naturally, they couldn’t fathom humans starting from level 1.
Instead, they churned out Creation Abysses like factories, following templates and precedent.
Which meant—
On Earth, not a single proper Creation Abyss yet existed.
None where humans and Creators could truly clash.
None where even the betting Creators themselves would break into a sweat as they watched.
No blood-soaked gamble that truly mattered.
It was inevitable.
The Abyss had only touched Earth for less than two months.
And demons who already dismissed humanity had no reason to understand them so quickly.
In the past, Creation Abysses of real quality only appeared once humanity’s average level had risen above 50.
But that average was only reached after 95% of humanity had perished.
Only the strong survived, driving the numbers up.
And then true “competition” began.
‘A well-made Creation Abyss excites both Creators and humans alike.’
Every Creator was powerful.
They cared little for battles of weak mortals.
So most just slapped together generic Abysses and linked them.
But someone had once said—
‘Creators don’t realize the best fights are between the weak.’
Because it was true.
Struggles among the fragile were the most unpredictable, the most riveting.
The purest gamble.
That was what Park Chan-woo aimed to create.
An Abyss that would draw the Creators in.
And through that, he could recoup his investment.
“Make a Creation Abyss together?”
Adora echoed his words as though she’d just heard nonsense.
It was natural.
Investing in a Creation Abyss was insane enough.
But saying “let’s make it together”? A human, no less?
How could someone who wasn’t even a Creator hope to make one?
Of course she doubted him.
He knew.
But he intended to press forward like a horned beast charging.
“No need to worry—”
“Let’s do it.”
“…?”
“Let’s make one together.”
“…You’re serious?”
The swift agreement left him stunned.
He even asked again just to be sure.
This wasn’t trivial. Their lives were on the line.
If they failed, they would go bankrupt.
And bankruptcy meant death.
Adora knew that.
Yet she still agreed.
‘Do we really have that much trust between us?’
…He wasn’t sure.
They had endured much together in the Tower of Arrogance, yes.
But their time together wasn’t long.
And he was naturally suspicious, never one to entrust everything to another.
If the roles were reversed, he would have dismissed the idea as lunacy.
Her easy acceptance suggested hidden motives. But—
“You’re the reason I became a Creator. So these rights are as much yours as mine.”
…Was that it?
He couldn’t tell if she was being naïve.
It wasn’t entirely wrong, but it was too careless.
Even with the Black Witch’s finger granting her Creator status, she was the one wielding it.
So the rights couldn’t simply be “his.”
‘She’s being lax.’
Survival in the Abyss demanded selfishness.
Those who were too gentle or yielding were always the first to die.
Her words created weaknesses.
Offered concessions.
If it wasn’t intentional, it was recklessly soft.
‘Concessions are a luxury.’
In the end times, he had always clung tightly to what was his.
Even if something fell into his lap by chance, once it was in his grasp, it became his.
With her attitude, he could have pushed for 7:3, even 8:2, and she might have accepted.
And why shouldn’t he?
More coins meant more power, faster.
And the land was his anyway. His investment larger than hers.
Adjusting the split was only natural.
‘Hmm…’
After some thought, he spoke.
“I was going to propose sixty for me, forty for you. But I’ve changed my mind.”
“…This land is yours. And if you’re investing as well, adjusting the ratio makes sense.”
Adora nodded without protest.
To her, even 6:4 seemed generous.
She had little ground to argue with only fifty coins in hand.
Park Chan-woo continued.
“What about fifty-fifty?”
“…Not 6:4?”
“On second thought, equal shares are fair. The land and coins may be mine, but without you, I can’t make a Creation Abyss at all. And you’ll be managing everything.”
Making one was only the start.
Maintaining it required endless work.
Even Ahheta had been paralyzed by distractions during the Second Night.
If not for Ataraxia drawing all the aggro, he never could have reached Khan’s palace so quickly.
For that reason, he offered an even split.
He had even considered yielding up to seventy percent.
Because Adora would shoulder the entire burden of management.
Her expression softened, just for a moment.
Still cold, but with a flicker of warmth.
“…Understood. We’ll do that.”
And just like that, her face returned to its usual icy mask.
‘Did I imagine it?’
Perhaps it was just his eyes playing tricks.
Anyone else would still call her face frost in midsummer.
He cleared his throat.
“…I’ll invest a hundred coins.”
“A hundred?”
“To do this properly, one hundred fifty at least. And if needed, I’ll add more.”
“…Are you sure?”
It would be the first time in history.
The first time a human intervened in the creation of a Creation Abyss.
His influence would shape it deeply.
For him, that level of investment wasn’t wasteful.
If it worked, the returns would be immense.
And Adora too needed coins to rise in the Abyss.
She could expand her territory, form more Creation Abysses.
In short—
“Win-win.”
“Win-win?”
“It means our interests align.”
Alone, he couldn’t do this.
But with Adora, it was possible.
They needed each other.
And besides—
He had confidence.
Park Chan-woo.
He had once been the fifth to reach level 99.
Late to start, fastest to climb.
Why?
‘No one had a higher Abyss completion rate than me.’
He had run more Creation Abysses than anyone.
Day and night, nothing but Abysses.
That was why he was confident.
Confident he could win.
Confident he could succeed.
‘We’ll make something real. Be ready, Creators.’
A smirk tugged at his lips.
—
A week passed since the Second Night ended.
The world was quieter than expected.
No major Abysses had appeared.
In fact, their numbers dwindled.
For humanity, it was a blessing.
—Ahheta has fallen.
—He lost his land.
—To a human.
—To nothing but a human!
To Creators, it was a shock.
The Master of the Moon defeated in the Second Night.
And not just defeated—crushed.
Unprecedented.
Those who had bet on him lost heavily.
—Humans must be hiding something.
—It’s been a long time since anyone pushed Ahheta that far.
—I heard several treasure vaults were lost as well?
—Tch. Disgraceful fool.
The Creator community burned with talk.
Disappointment in Ahheta.
But at the heart of it all—humans.
How could such a weak race defeat the Lord of the Moon?
Until they confirmed it, few dared risk new Creation Abysses on Earth.
Hence the decline in their numbers.
But betting itself didn’t stop.
On the contrary, it grew.
With fewer Abysses, Creators flocked to gamble on those that remained.
For them, nothing beat wagering on thrilling contests.
And Earth provided a bonus: a chance to study humanity.
Then, as Creators scoured the planet for active Abysses—
—This one’s… a little different.
—Found something interesting?
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—Not unless you tell us what it is.
—It’s Abyss number 666. On Earth.
—Oh? Someone’s still creating Abysses there?
Curiosity stirred.
No new Abyss had been made on Earth since Ahheta’s defeat.
Until now.
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