Chapter 113
[Mythical Magic: Ajos].
A shadow warrior that bore the title of Myth itself, carrying the brand-new grade of [Dimension].
It was the gatekeeper of the Palace of Khan, which Park Chan-woo had sublimated into magic itself.
His very first Creative Magic, and after fusing with the [Dimensional Interloper Charpham] from the Minus-level zone, it had risen to the level of Authority.
In short—
‘A beast without limits.’
A monstrosity and aberration unlike anything that had ever appeared in the world.
Though its rampage had ended and its stats dropped, its synchronization rate had soared all the higher.
That allowed Park Chan-woo to awaken to another aspect of Ajos.
‘It can be maintained, perceived, and controlled even from afar.’
It was a faint glimpse into what Dimension grade meant.
In other words, a being that could be remotely controlled.
Even at the ends of the Earth, he could monitor and direct Ajos’s every move.
When Mana was depleted it would be resummoned, but since this magic itself was built from Authority, the consumption was not burdensome.
‘I see it.’
Though Park Chan-woo was at home, when he focused on the thin Mana thread connected to his chest, his sight overlapped with Ajos’s.
The world shifted.
Ding!
《Synchronization with ‘Ajos’ has surged to 300%!》
《All of Ajos’s senses are shared.》
《Ajos’s stats are greatly influenced by the summoner.》
《Current distribution resembles ‘Warrior Type.’》
《Check ‘Ajos’s Status Window.’》
Ding!
Affiliation: Dimension / Mythical Magic / Summon of Park Chan-woo
Name: Ajos (Charpham)
Age: ∞
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 197 cm / 0.1 kg
Class: [Shadow Warrior]
Level: (-?)
Strength 149 (30+119)
Stamina 124 (30+94)
Agility 80 (30+50)
Intelligence 68 (30+38)
Magic 77 (30+47)
Total Attack Power: 1,765
Total Defense Power: 888
Special Notes:
* All stats +30 from [Divine Power Absorption]
* Strong magic resistance
The status window was impossibly detailed for a summon.
It wasn’t the same as when Charpham’s rampage had driven it to Level 130—that had only been possible because Ajos had been sacrificed.
The life of a Level 99 Valhalla warrior had been forced as tribute, unleashing overwhelming presence for 14 minutes and 30 seconds.
‘Excellent.’
Not just good—beyond absurd.
Currently, Ajos inherited all of Park Chan-woo’s abilities.
On top of that, after slaughtering ten Incarnations, [Divine Power Absorption] had reached its peak.
All stats +30.
But the most terrifying part of Ajos was that this was not the end.
It kept growing.
And it had no level cap.
‘This creature grows infinitely.’
No restrictions, no walls, no boundaries.
A vicious beast that killed and endlessly evolved.
Its beginning was grand, but its end would be far greater.
Right now, Park Chan-woo himself had become a beast.
Crack. Pop.
He bent his fingers and toes.
They moved as naturally as if they were his own.
He twisted his body, stretching his arms wide.
‘So this is what it feels like to move without any strain.’
Compared to his own body, burdened by countless [Status Ailments] since regression, Ajos’s body was pure freedom.
It felt like gaining a new body altogether.
From the Royal seat, Park Chan-woo steadied himself—then launched off the floor.
Shhhhhh!
Boom!
He landed in the arena like a bolt.
Light. As if no resistance existed.
But the destructive power was intact.
That meant he could move faster, sharper than his stats even implied.
“Putting on quite the show.”
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Park Cheol-gong spun his mace, clicking his tongue.
Nameless Man.
The one with the longest win streak, the current Champion.
Only ten victories.
Just ten, yet acting as if he ruled the world.
“I’ll smash your head and take that throne.”
Of course, Park Cheol-gong’s aim was to become Champion.
The Champion earned the Royal seat, more benefits, more Coins, and the title of strongest Incarnation.
Everyone here was an Incarnation.
Most hid their faces or names, but Park Cheol-gong did not.
Such things were for cowards.
Especially since the Champion before him revealed nothing.
A body cloaked in shadow by some magic or tool.
A name openly “Nameless.”
He had never spoken in ten matches.
Thus—
“Hey, coward. Can’t speak? Or too scared to?”
The Champion Nameless Man was a coward.
A mute who couldn’t utter a word.
Park Cheol-gong jeered relentlessly.
Victory was already assured.
His Creator’s lavish support meant he couldn’t lose.
“Withdraw before you piss yourself. Otherwise your brains will soak your pants.”
He declared death.
No rules, no limits.
This was the battlefield of Incarnations.
There were no good men here.
Ding!
《Notice to all Creators.》
《Betting closes in 3 minutes.》
《Estimated odds: Champion ‘Nameless Man (77.5%)’, Iron King ‘Park Cheol-gong (22.5%).’》
《Winnings distributed proportional to odds.》
《For ‘Champion’s Prestige,’ 1% is deducted.》
《0.5% goes to the Champion, the rest stored as Accumulated Coins.》
《Defeat the Champion to claim all Accumulated Coins.》
The message appeared.
The match was about to begin.
Park Chan-woo only shrugged.
The Creators thought there was no fee, but that 1% was the fee in disguise.
Champion’s Prestige.
A privilege only the Champion enjoyed!
The reason no one else could replicate this Colosseum.
Because they didn’t have him. Park Chan-woo.
No matter how many arenas they built, they lacked the presence of an “overwhelming Incarnation.”
‘No Incarnation alive can defeat Ajos.’
He was certain.
There wasn’t a human capable of it.
Ajos’s minimum power level was mid-40s, fully equipped.
Currently, no human Incarnation even broke Level 30.
If he kept winning endlessly, securing Champion, piling up Accumulated Coins, every Creator would send their Incarnations to challenge.
A perfect self-sustaining cycle.
As long as he never lost, the system would run forever.
《Betting closed!》
《Match begins!》
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
“I’ll end it in one strike!”
At the start, Park Cheol-gong pressed with his mace.
Soon, it glowed black.
The [Absorption Magic] that drained life force.
A divine boon from his Creator, meant to seize Champion.
He poured it all into his strike.
Swoooosh!
“Die—!”
Crack!
“…What?”
In an instant, Park Cheol-gong froze.
It was caught.
His mace, slammed down, was neatly caught in Nameless Man’s hand.
No shock, no recoil.
As if time itself had frozen.
Unreal.
The mace weighed over 20 kilograms, smashing everything it touched.
Yet it was held one-handed.
Without effort.
‘Impossible…’
If touched, the Absorption Magic should have triggered.
But nothing happened.
【Magic nullification?】
Even his Creator’s voice was shaken.
And that was the last thing Park Cheol-gong remembered.
Wham!
Thud!
The mace swung back, tearing his torso apart.
Whoosh!
Flames consumed him.
When Incarnations died in the Abyss, they sometimes burned away like this.
The deeper the Creator’s involvement, the more likely the body vanished in fire.
Hisssss.
Soon, his body turned to ash and scattered.
At the same time—
《Match concluded.》
《Winner: ‘Nameless Man’!》
《Champion retains throne with 11 consecutive wins!》
《Of 510 bet Coins, 0.5% (2.5 Coins) awarded to Champion.》
《The other 2.5 Coins stored as Accumulated.》
《Total Accumulated: 16 Coins.》
《Defeat the Champion to claim all Accumulated Coins.》
Nameless Man returned to his seat.
The Royal tier.
Looking down on all Incarnations, all Creators.
All eyes locked on him.
“…That’s a human, like us?”
“Which Creator contracted with him?”
“Could it be… Demon King class?”
They knew the names—Demon Kings, Demon Gods, and the Great Nine Lords.
And Earth 666 allowed only human Incarnations.
So of course, Nameless Man’s performance made everyone wonder which Creator he served.
Nor were they the only ones curious.
Their Creators too.
【An Incarnation under a Demon King class Creator?】
【With that kind of power, it’s possible.】
【A Demon King-level Lord taking interest in a human of Earth?】
【Who is it?】
【What is the true identity of that human favored by a Demon King?】