Chapter 150
[Legendary Potential Imbuement Scroll]!
Previously, during Kim Byung-han’s [Sniper Abyss], Park Chan-woo had vaporized a Death Knight and obtained a [Normal Potential Imbuement Scroll].
‘That one, I used on the World Tree Staff.’
A Potential Imbuement Scroll was a kind of enhancement talisman—an item that extended the life of equipment beyond its set limits.
It could elevate good gear to a higher tier.
Naturally, acquiring one was as difficult as plucking a star from the sky.
People often said, “A Potential Scroll run is hell.”
After all, it required a minimum of level 80 to even attempt.
For current humanity, such an item was unobtainable.
‘But this one’s Legendary—not Normal.’
He hadn’t just obtained a normal-grade version, but a Legendary one.
Park Chan-woo once spent an entire month hunting for a single scroll, nearly coughing up blood in frustration.
It took divine luck to acquire even one—let alone a Legendary-grade version.
‘The Creator of the Burning Boundary… only a Creator of that caliber could make this possible.’
He had hidden such a priceless treasure as a [Hidden Piece].
To offer a national-treasure-level reward like this proved just how high the Creator’s skill truly was.
As it was said, the name [Creator of the Burning Boundary] began appearing from the mid-to-late stages of the game.
And every Abyss he created was hellish.
All of them surpassed humanity’s current capabilities.
Even the Fox Den’s difficulty was level 80 and above.
If not for future knowledge and bug-like loopholes, clearing it alone would have been impossible.
Furthermore, unlocking the [Hidden Piece] required defeating all five demons in exactly fifty hits—something that would normally require at least level 99.
Fwooooh—
Park Chan-woo took a deep breath, calming himself.
Both the 5-Star Platinum Box and the Legendary Potential Scroll were things his past self had never obtained.
No matter how hard he tried, he had always fallen short.
He used to think it was just bad luck.
But now he understood.
‘There are items that can only be earned by challenging the impossible—by achieving the unachievable.’
Sheer effort alone wasn’t enough.
Creators stood above humanity.
To outwit them, one couldn’t think like them—one had to be ten steps ahead.
It had been impossible before. But with the knowledge of the future, it was now well within reach.
“Open.”
Pop!
[‘Platinum Box (★★★★★)’ is opening!]
Brrrrrr—!
The box trembled, radiating light.
Park Chan-woo clasped his hands together carefully.
Few moments in his life had made his heart pound this hard.
This was by far the most valuable Platinum Box he had ever opened.
The higher the star rating, the better the chance of obtaining top-tier items.
Just as when he opened the [7-Star Gold Box] and obtained the [Golden Mystery of Arahan]—a Legendary item that rivaled even Eternal-grade gear under the right conditions.
Then—
[The fortune of Easter Egg (001) draws near!]
[Half a star (☆) has been added to your box.]
[The dice will be rolled once more.]
[‘Platinum Box (★★★★★☆)’ is opening!]
“……!”
Park Chan-woo’s eyes widened as he prayed.
His hands went numb, cold sweat trickling down his back.
For a fleeting moment, he wondered if all frequent Abyss adventurers were really just [Box Opening Addicts].
It was that exhilarating.
And with half a star added, the dice were rolling again—doubling the thrill.
It was like his body was exploding with dopamine and adrenaline from head to toe.
Gulp.
He swallowed hard and waited for the result.
And then—
[You have obtained ‘True Satyrus’s Boots (-75Lv, Eternal).’]
“……!!!”
The instant he read the name, Park Chan-woo unclasped his hands and clenched his fists tight.
He had secretly prayed for armor or boots—and his wish had come true.
The very equipment he’d been yearning for the most had appeared.
And more importantly—
‘Satyrus!’
To see that name with his own eyes!
Satyrus was a being born from the darkness—the Supreme Commander of the [Legion of Darkness].
Long ago, before the Great War of Races, there had been an age of chaos when every species battled for dominance.
Satyrus had supposedly perished in a war against demons, but his name lived on through legend—proof of how terrifyingly strong he had been.
Any equipment bearing his name was guaranteed to be at least [Eternal-grade].
But this one carried the prefix “True.”
‘Meaning these are the actual boots worn by Satyrus himself.’
Insane.
No words could describe it.
Even among Eternal items, this was clearly top-tier.
Park Chan-woo stared at the boots before him, trembling.
Name: True Satyrus’s Boots
Level: -75
Grade: Eternal
Description: The boots once worn by Satyrus, Supreme Commander of the Legion of Darkness. None could outrun Satyrus within the shadows. Though he was defeated by the Demon King Ezvolac, he managed to wound him gravely and hid his heirloom gear throughout the Abyss.
Slot: Footwear
Defense: 200
Durability: 20,000
Unique Options:
(1) Movement speed increases by 150%.
(2) Additional 150% movement speed while in ‘Darkness.’
(3) No HP consumption while moving in ‘Darkness.’
(4) Ignores barriers and traps below the [Ten Realms].
(5) Agility +20.
Upon reading the stats—
“…This is insane.”
He almost lost his mind from joy.
Movement speed increased by a total of 300%.
‘Movement speed bonuses only appear on footwear.’
His previous [Boots of Hermes] had offered just 50%.
But these provided up to 300% under certain conditions—a feat he’d never seen before.
Truly fitting for something worn by Satyrus himself.
This was beyond endgame-tier.
More importantly—
‘The higher my equipment level gets, the more it feels like the negative penalties are disappearing.’
It wasn’t his imagination.
The description didn’t mention any “reduced defense or durability due to negative level.”
While some equipment lacked that note by default, a defense of 200 was absurd for a -74 level item.
Among all his gear, only [Baal’s Belt] surpassed it.
But since Baal’s Belt was both a [Radiant Exclusive Equipment] and [Zero-grade], it hardly counted.
So, this was effectively his highest-defense piece yet—comparable to level 30 top-tier gear.
In short—
‘Are the penalties tied to negative levels… stabilizing?’
It seemed that equipment was beginning to normalize toward its original level stats.
He didn’t know why, but it was welcome news.
He had always hated how his negative level suppressed his gear’s attack and defense stats.
If those penalties truly vanished someday—
‘Then when I reach level 1, my equipment will function at level 100 power.’
And if he reached level 99, his stats could rival level 199 gear.
Of course, reaching level 99 was no simple task.
But the potential was astronomical.
Now only one question remained.
‘Where should I use the Legendary Potential Scroll?’
He rubbed his chin.
There were many options.
He didn’t need to use it immediately.
He could save it for stronger gear later.
But—
‘…Tomorrow night is the Third Night.’
The Third Night, where he would face the [Master of the Moon, Ahheta].
He needed to be in peak condition.
Only by bankrupting Ahheta could humanity escape the torment of the nights.
He was far stronger now than during the Second Night.
But it still wasn’t enough.
‘Ahheta must’ve prepared extensively, too.’
The Third Night of the past had been horrific.
This one would be worse.
After all, he had provoked Ahheta deeply—stealing his domain had wounded the Creator’s pride beyond measure.
A simple strategy wouldn’t be enough this time.
If he wanted to face it at full strength, he had to use the Legendary scroll now.
After a moment of thought—
Park Chan-woo applied it without hesitation.
[‘Baal’s Belt’ has been imbued with the ‘Legendary Potential Imbuement Scroll.’]
[A hidden condition within the equipment has been fulfilled.]
[The latent power of the ‘Malevolent God Baal’ awakens!]
—
The [Master of the Moon, Ahheta] watched humanity from above.
He had been defeated during the First and Second Nights.
‘But this time—you will not survive the Third Night.’
He had prepared meticulously, perfecting the ultimate “Night” to plunge humanity into despair.
A third defeat would be unacceptable.
Especially—
‘The one who stole Baal’s Belt. I will find you and kill you.’
No matter what it took, that thief would die.
He could never forgive the one who had robbed his hidden treasury.
‘At minimum, he’s a Wish-user.’
If even his tracking couldn’t detect the man, then the thief had mastered [Wish]—its passive concealment must be active.
To hunt such a being, he had made special preparations—countless traps set solely for that one man.
This time, there would be no escape.
‘I will find you, Archmage—the one who engraved his name into the Codex of Mysteries.’
Unlike before, he now had a lead.
Ahheta was one of the few [Mystery Seekers] who could access the Codex of Mysteries.
That man had listed [Baal’s Belt] there, alerting all Mystery Seekers to its existence.
The title attached to it: [Archmage].
Ahheta had repeated that cursed name hundreds, thousands of times—seething with hatred.
Of course, it was possible the Archmage might not enter the Third Night.
‘But how could he resist?’
Ahheta had prepared a temptation too great to ignore—greater than both the First and Second Nights combined.
For one so greedy, it was impossible to resist.
And this time, no trick or loophole would work.
He had woven traps designed solely to capture that man.
There was no escaping them.
Ahheta smiled darkly.
“Damnable Archmage… let’s see how much fun you’ll have this time.”