I Became a Disaster-Class Newbie by Stealing Abilities - Chapter 60

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Episode 60. Four Calamities, ‘Gunggi’ (2)
The black spot marks on his fingertips were a phenomenon that appeared whenever he used the Chapel of Servants.
[Immortal Exclusive Hidden Quest]
[Difficulty: S]
[Condition: Create 666 believers who have betrayed their own side.]
[Reward: Through the power of the Evil God, you may open a rift in dimensions.]
If that ability could be displayed on a status screen, it would be expressed this way.
Lucion’s demands for murder, dressed up in words like entertainment or recreation, were all for one purpose—to create 666 traitors who had killed their comrades.
‘I can guess where the Chapel is located.’
If Lucion was the kind of efficiency extremist he seemed, he would certainly have chosen the Swampland.
He could gather power there while minimizing magical loss.
And with the high-risk monsters infesting the place, outsiders rarely ventured in.
It was the optimal location to hide something.
If he could secure that place before the Immortal Cult did, he could cut off their only escape route.
Everything was perfect.
—Yes, you’ve caught on. To our plan.
Before he could say those words.
“Run!”
At the signal, Heukbi immediately tore apart the Talismans she’d been gathering.
[Yin-Yang Five Elements Art ‘Earth God’ activates!]
Since arriving at this spring, Heukbi had been making separate preparations.
If the situation unfolded as expected, she could secure an escape route immediately.
Crash, crash, crash, crash, crash!
A landslide of earth and sand swallowed the Immortal Cult whole in an instant.
At the same moment.
[Unique Ability ‘Gate of Avici’ activates!]
Lucion deployed one of his hidden cards to block Gunggi.
Screech!
Through the Gate of Avici, an unknowable existence gradually revealed itself.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!”
A plant covered entirely in dazzling, beautiful petals.
No information beyond that could be gleaned.
There was no time for leisurely observation—the situation allowed no such luxury.
They had to run now.
Every step carried them further from Gunggi.
“Cough.”
Blood dripped from Lucion’s lips in droplets.
The recoil wracking his body was far greater than anticipated.
He’d pushed too hard summoning something powerful enough.
“Are you all right, Lucion?”
Baek Seolgi immediately supported him.
“I’m fine.”
This was nothing.
He dispersed the Silver Spring Water that Lucion had given him in vapor form, and a soft glow spread across the roughly twenty members of the attack party.
[Resistance to fog increases by +30 for 1 minute!]
But this effect wouldn’t last long.
It was merely an expedient—stretching one person’s worth across as many members as possible.
‘Will it work?’
He had no way of knowing the answer right now.
Even if it proved impossible, he had no intention of giving up.
Bang Dong-hyeok, their only tank, took up the rearguard position.
After all, they were the ones being pursued.
The rangers from the elf contingent, swift-footed path-finders, took the front instead.
“Damn it! They’re already on us!”
Hong Sua uncoiled her whip.
The pursuers were coming.
People who, until moments ago, might well have become their allies.
Shin Seung-hun from the Haemosu Guild and hunters belonging to the Mythology Group.
“Don’t let them escape! If anyone who knows about our defection gets away, we’re dead!”
Damn it all.
Becoming a loyal servant of the Evil God one second after converting—what kind of absurdity is that.
[Jo Hun-seok activates the skill Tracking Mark!]
[Seong A-yeong activates the skill Flash Grenade!]
They’ve clearly done this more than once or twice—the pursuit unfolds with practiced efficiency.
Of course.
[Hong Sua activates the skill Twin Serpent of Red Flame!]
“This is pathetic. The Haemosu Guild getting cocky like that.”
Whoosh….
Boom!
Hong Sua’s whip writhed like a living serpent.
It swept across the ground and, in a heartbeat, dispatched two enemy supporters.
“What—what just happened? Where did she even—?”
“So fast!”
The frontline warriors and tanks of the Haemosu Guild found only empty air where their targets had been.
The movement was so grotesquely fast that they couldn’t even react.
“What are the tanks doing? Defend the backline!”
Shin Seung-hun’s voice cracked from shouting, but….
his command came too late.
“Shh. Your voice is far too loud,” she whispered.
Slice.
Baek Seolgi’s blade had already pierced through Shin Seung-hun’s chest.
Crackle-crackle-crackle!
She burst into freezing light and swept through the leaderless remnants of the raid.
Once the thirty-man Attack Party lay in ruins, new enemies poured from the opposite direction.
Their numbers seemed to triple what had come before.
“There! Over there!”
“Three hundred million in bounty per head! Catch them and you can live like kings in Gangdong!”
The Evil God must be pleased.
Believers eager to follow pouring in like this.
“Prepare for combat!”
This was going to be a damnable, endless day.
* * *
How long did this blood-soaked flight continue?
At last, Lucion and the party members reached a place where the fog’s density noticeably thinned.
“Your Highness. We should be safe here for a time.”
Heukbi activated the formation array she had woven through yin-yang arts.
Hummmmm!
A high-level incantation blending the Namgung Clan’s formation with Heukbi’s own unique array.
Without these waypoints scattered between battles, more than half of them would already be dead.
At least now they had a moment to catch their breath.
[Activating skill Azure Sky Great Transformation Divine Art!]
Recovering mana and stamina was the priority.
Some of them drank water or tore into jerky.
There was good news and bad news here.
The good news was that, having disposed of hundreds of pursuers, they’d raised their resistance considerably and gathered decent spoils in the bargain.
The bad news was that because of the relentless chase, reaching the Swampland within the timeframe was now utterly impossible.
“All the roads leading that way have already been cut off.”
The Rangers who’d finished scouting all shook their heads in unison.
Unlike before, they would have to breach the enemy’s encirclement to move forward at all.
The real problem was that the Attack Party’s only tank had become useless.
“Huff… huff… ungh….”
Bang Dong-hyeok breathed in ragged gasps.
His armor’s durability was exhausted—it was practically shattered.
“This is impossible! We need to swap the tank or something. Push him any harder and he’s dead next time!”
Hong Sua shoved a potion into Bang Dong-hyeok’s mouth.
Gulp-gulp!
“Cough—ugh! Blegh!”
Only after she’d forced him to drink until he nearly drowned did focus finally return to his eyes.
He’d been useful enough until now, anyway….
Now he was just a broken toy.
‘One last time wouldn’t hurt, would it?’
But the mood wouldn’t allow him to say it aloud.
“Yeah. Good work. I’ll look for someone who can take your spot.”
They’d already squeezed what they could out of this rotation.
“That said, it’s remarkable there were no casualties.”
Cynthia, the Ranger captain on the elf side, spoke with genuine admiration as she looked at Lucion.
Mercenary tactics refined through appropriate response and flawless personnel allocation.
Not just anyone could pull that off.
Even she, hardened by centuries of work as a Ranger, found it impossible to command with such flawless precision.
Especially when newcomers unfamiliar with each other were mixed into the group.
“We were fortunate.”
Whether luck would hold going forward was another question.
At least for now, they’d survived.
Just then.
[The Hell Flower summoned from the Gate of Avici returns to its original world.]
The precious card that had bound Gunggi’s feet was gone.
‘Damn. That was the sweetest part.’
Now he had to decide.
How to carve a path forward from this worst-case scenario.
* * *
The sacred ground of barbarians. The Hall of Valhalla.
It too was suffering tremendous damage from the relentless assault of the Immortal Cult.
Through Evil Womb Myriad Birth, one of Gunggi’s abilities, avatar clones were leading massive waves of monsters in invasion.
Smoke rising from every corner.
Watchtowers reduced to ash.
The number of wounded had already become impossible to count.
“Krahaha! So this isn’t the main body but a spawn, you’re saying?”
Rodbrok shouted as he wrenched the Axe from the center of the avatar’s forehead.
Crack-thud!
A mass roughly two meters tall.
Think of it as a miniature version of Gunggi.
“That’s what the sorcerers say!”
“A quarry worthy of having its skull crushed! Bring me mead and meat. I must fill my belly before we fight again!”
Never mind the rest—a barbarian needed a full stomach to keep fighting.
It was thinking true to barbarian nature.
But sadly, there wasn’t even time for a single sip of mead.
“Chieftain! An urgent message from the western fortress! They’re saying the enemy is coming in waves again!”
In the distance, three more avatars stood towering.
Their distinctive gaze was chilling to behold even across such a distance.
“My axe gets no rest from blood.”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth began to tremble.
“Kroooar!”
“Ooooh!”
A monster contingent composed of ogres, goblins, and orcs.
Their numbers reached into the thousands.
This time, a faint mist surged forward with them as well.
Right then.
“As expected, you’re holding the line like a true warrior. I was ready to piss on your corpse if you’d already broken through, but thank goodness!”
A new voice cut in beside Rodbrok.
It was Lucion.
“Oho! Is that not the great warrior himself!”
Rodbrok broke into a broad grin.
In dire straits like these, each skilled warrior was precious.
How much more so when that warrior was one who had successfully completed the Coming-of-age Ceremony.
Then Rodbrok’s gaze suddenly shifted to the woman behind Lucion.
“An elf?”
…….
There was no mistaking it.
A race with delicate features and pointed ears.
An elf.
“How dare you show yourselves here—”
“I’ll have your heads this instant!”
The Barbarians instantly drew their Axes and Great Swords.
Their reaction was far more violent than when facing monsters.
“Calm yourselves! I have something to say about all this!”
The chieftain stepped forward to block Rodbrok’s path, shouting.
“What could there possibly be to discuss? Our only conversation with those creatures shall be conducted through this Axe!”
Three thousand years—and far beyond—of conflict between the two races.
Resentment piled upon resentment until it towered like a mountain, ran deep as the ocean floor.
Perhaps even they no longer knew the answer themselves.
Why they hated each other with such ferocity.
“We need to protect the forest. And for that, we require your help.”
Cynthia spoke carefully, testing the waters.
She despised the Barbarians with equal intensity, but there were things she valued far more deeply still.
The forest. Her comrades.
For their sake—
Pride could be cast aside a hundred times, a thousand times over.
“Hahaha! Driven into a corner, now you come begging for aid? Far too late! We shall defend this sacred ground ourselves—you elves must manage your own territory!”
“No, that’s—Rodbrok, you still don’t understand the true power of Gunggi. Warriors trained only in physical combat cannot possibly face him. This place, too, will fall in the end.”
“Magic and sorcery—tricks for the cowardly! We who have received Asgard’s blessing have no need of such things. Is that not so, warriors!”
“Ohhhhh! The chieftain speaks truth!”
“My flesh is weapon and shield alike! My burning heart is the fuel that drives me!”
If anything, their spirits soared even higher.
This was precisely why rational discourse with these intoxicated Barbarians was impossible.
‘Still, with Bang Dong-hyeok out of commission, their assistance is absolutely necessary.’
The absence of a tank was fatal to the entire Attack Party.
Every precious moment invested in coming here was meant to fill that gap, yet faced with such stubbornness—
She had no confidence she could convince Rodbrok.
Then Plan B was required.
Somewhere there had to be naive, malleable hands to be hired at rock-bottom rates—
“Behold! A grand and mighty Axe! I procured it fresh to commemorate passing the Coming-of-age Ceremony. A bank loan, yes—twelve hundred years’ worth! My great-great-great-grandson, some distant descendant, shall pay it off eventually!”
“Heh-heh. Indeed, it gleams brilliantly! But what of my Great Sword?”
“A true adult, no doubt about it!”
Just then, a group of Barbarians passed by.
They were the ones who had just completed the Coming-of-age Ceremony.

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