Level -99 Archmage - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10. Easter Egg
“Hack…!”
The whites of Andriel’s eyes were showing.
Her pupils trembled beyond the point of accepting reality.
“Wait, how many times have they won in a row now?”
“But doesn’t it seem strange? Why do only skeleton soldiers keep appearing?”
“That’s… that’s discrimination, isn’t it?”
The other participants who had entered Death’s Booking alongside them shared the same confusion.
Park Chan-woo and Lee Hyeok-su’s party had racked up consecutive victories.
Yet the booking targets continued to be nothing but skeleton soldiers.
Meanwhile, other participants faced increasingly stronger enemies with each victory.
Zombies, ghouls, even three-headed man-eaters.
Accusations of favoritism and special treatment were inevitable.
They had all seen Park Chan-woo slip a “tip” to the game master.
“Hey, Andriel! Isn’t there a problem with fairness?”
Kim Byeong-han’s voice rose with indignation.
After experiencing the Abyss during lunch, after facing a man-eater, Kim Byeong-han understood that the world had transformed like a fantasy novel.
He also grasped that to stand at the peak of this new world, he had to move faster than anyone else.
‘Park Chan-woo. You bastard, just wait. How dare you call me a pig and a bedwetter?’
Of course, Park Chan-woo was the primary reason Kim Byeong-han had ended up participating in the Abyss on that first night.
That contemptuous gaze.
Those eyes looking down on him arrogantly, calling him a pig, a bedwetter—they wouldn’t fade from his memory.
To Kim Byeong-han, Park Chan-woo was nothing but a mark to exploit.
So he had gazed up at the moon.
Upon entering the Abyss, he had farmed without hesitation and gathered people who looked strong to reach this point.
Kim Byeong-han and his party had already been together before arriving at Water Good Nightclub.
Their teamwork was naturally superior to any other party.
They had secured three consecutive victories without a single loss.
“Hey, Demon Manager!”
“…Shut your mouth, human.”
“…Hiccup!”
Kim Byeong-han hiccupped in shock.
He immediately clamped his mouth shut with both hands.
…Andriel’s demeanor had changed.
The Andriel who had posed as a demon manager or waiter, maintaining a facade of courtesy on the surface, had vanished entirely.
She too found the current situation incomprehensible.
‘…I have to stop this.’
The winning streak.
Park Chan-woo and Lee Hyeok-su were careening forward without end.
《Currently at 41 consecutive wins.》
《A total of 2,990 Booking Points have been accumulated so far.》
Already at 41 consecutive wins.
This was not part of Andriel’s calculations.
In fact, no one could have imagined such a thing would happen.
Would even the Lord of the Moon who created this Abyss, or the other creators, have dared to imagine it?
The problem was that the game master of this game was Andriel herself.
‘I shouldn’t have let them in…!’
She had admitted Park Chan-woo inside despite his party not being properly formed.
If responsibility were assigned, it would naturally fall on Andriel.
An abuse of the game master’s authority. An act of overstepping her bounds.
And she had even accepted a bribe called a Coin, leaving her with no excuse.
‘If I don’t stop this immediately…I’ll die.’
Her role was only to adequately equip humans.
To show them hope, to create a ‘show’ that the creators could enjoy—that was the game master’s foremost duty.
The problem was that Park Chan-woo and Lee Hyeok-su had far exceeded that boundary.
Treasures purchasable with Booking Points?
No matter how hard humans tried, they could never accumulate more than 500 points.
It was designed that way.
She had only dangled them as ‘false hope torture’—see, such things exist, and with enough effort, you too can obtain them.
If you fail to hunt the Twelve Divine Generals, that’s entirely because you humans didn’t try hard enough.
Since you lack the resolve to fight, accept death quietly!
To let the creators taste that overwhelming despair and find joy in it, the Lord of the Moon even opened his own vault.
After all, humans wouldn’t be able to afford anything anyway.
《42 Consecutive Wins in progress.》
《3,300 Booking Points accumulated so far.》
With each consecutive win, the points they earned only grew larger.
By the forty-second win, both of them had acquired 3,300 Booking Points each.
The gravest problem was that Andriel, as game master, had no authority to stop the two of them once they’d entered the game.
“Already past three thousand points.”
“…….”
Park Chan-woo spoke, his gaze fixed on Lee Hyeok-su.
Three thousand points—enough to purchase the Elixir.
The hour had come to realize the one dream he’d yearned for without ceasing.
After each battle, they could purchase items with their points.
Without interference from anyone, guided only by his own will—it was entirely possible.
“Aren’t you tempted to buy the Elixir right now?”
“……You told me to follow your orders.”
Hearing Lee Hyeok-su’s reply, Park Chan-woo’s lips curved into a smile.
He wouldn’t purchase the Elixir unless ordered to do so.
If Lee Hyeok-su had wavered—if he’d bought it of his own accord—Park Chan-woo would have been disappointed.
But Lee Hyeok-su remained steadfastly obedient to his words.
He grasped instinctively that this moment could be leveraged to see far beyond the present—that they could venture further than they’d dared imagine.
And he understood, too, that every opportunity afforded him flowed from Park Chan-woo’s will.
“Buy the Lion King’s Greatsword.”
“Understood.”
Without hesitation, Lee Hyeok-su expended all his Booking Points.
At once, the Lion King’s Greatsword materialized in his hands.
An ancient-grade weapon with no equip restrictions, capable of making Lee Hyeok-su formidably stronger in the broadest possible measure.
It exerted additional effects against the Dead, creatures like the undead.
And every monster that appeared here in Death’s Booking was fundamentally one of the Dead.
“Lee Hyeok-su. Your Level is still 1?”
“……Still 1.”
As expected, hunting in this place yielded no experience.
Yet merely by grasping that greatsword, Lee Hyeok-su now possessed the striking power of at least a Level 10 awakened one.
With his genius-level talent for swordplay, his actual combat prowess might well exceed even that.
‘The Booking Target’s Level is determined by the Party’s average Level. Mine and Lee Hyeok-su’s average is minus 48.5. I can win the next ten rounds easily enough.’
After forty consecutive wins, the rate at which they gained points shot upward sharply.
And if Park Chan-woo’s calculations held true, the forty-third opponent’s Level would soon be minus 5.
How far could they push this?
‘The Magician’s Stone costs 5,000 points.’
The purchase was assured.
Yet Park Chan-woo hungered for more than that.
For that, he would need Lee Hyeok-su’s sacrifice.
If they abandoned the Elixir purchase, twenty more wins seemed feasible.
“……Would you not consider stopping now?”
It was then.
That Andriel approached, her face twisted with fury.
“I’ve allowed this much. But if you continue exploiting this bug to gain unfair advantage, I cannot remain idle as game master.”
Park Chan-woo laughed bitterly at her words.
“A bug user? Is the Abyss truly so lenient a place to allow such things?”
“Did you not manipulate the spawns to ensure only skeleton soldiers appeared?”
“Manipulation? If you’re so certain, stake your heart on the Abyss and swear an oath—we can verify through the Abyss Oath whether I engineered this manipulation or not.”
“…….”
Andriel fell silent.
She couldn’t fathom how a human knew of the Abyss Oath, yet no matter how many times she turned it over in her mind, this had to be a bug.
Over forty consecutive battles yielding only skeleton soldiers—it defied reason.
That human had clearly used a trick.
His draining the creator to earn Coins likely stemmed from the same scheme.
The oath he’d invoked was a mask of sorts.
His real intent was to come on strong and render her powerless to act against him.
‘Where did you even learn such a move?’
Andriel was the Game Master.
A high-ranking demon who stood above humanity itself.
Of course she understood humans well.
If anything, she was relieved that her opponent had revealed such strength.
With this, Andriel’s conviction solidified.
“…Very well. I swear upon the Abyss with my heart. You claim to have employed some ‘method’ in this game.”
Not a bug, not manipulation—but a ‘method’ nonetheless.
She bet everything on the notion that he’d resorted to some wider scheme of deception.
If he refused to accept, she would simply pin him as a bug exploiter.
Either way, Park Chan-woo could only face ruin.
‘He won’t refuse.’
Only then did confidence settle across Andriel’s features.
It took over forty attempts before she could be certain, but if this human died, it would all become ‘as if it never were.’
‘Caught.’
Park Chan-woo smiled inwardly.
The line he’d cast had finally hooked its prize.
“And I swear upon the Abyss with my heart. I have employed no ‘method’ whatsoever in this game.”
“……?”
Andriel could only tilt her head in confusion.
Didn’t this human understand what that meant?
To stake one’s heart upon the Abyss.
It was a ritual among demons—wagering everything: body, soul, and all.
One would suffer torment far beyond mere death.
A whistling sound tore through the air.
In an instant, before them both—
“Gasp……!”
“A-a reaper!”
A reaper bearing scales had appeared.
The Oath Reaper, who presided over the Abyss!
One of the most powerful reapers in existence—capable of verifying whose oath held true, and bringing unfathomable agony and annihilation upon the loser!
Reapers possessed no will of their own; thus they alone could judge with perfect objectivity.
Then—
Screeeech!
……The scales began to move.
Thump-thump!
Before long, the hearts of Park Chan-woo and Andriel had been placed upon the scales.
The scales’ needle swung back and forth between them, then tilted sharply toward Park Chan-woo in a fraction of a second.
Andriel’s face drained of all color.
“……Wait.”
…The needle tilted, and tilted again, locking one hundred percent in Park Chan-woo’s favor.
Which meant—
“I have never employed any ‘method,’ Andriel.”
Park Chan-woo’s oath had been true.
‘No, no, no!’
Andriel’s pupils dilated wildly.
No bug?
No deception at all?
Then how had skeleton soldiers appeared over forty times in succession?!
But her mouth would not open.
The verdict had already been rendered.
‘Stop……!!’
Slice.
The heart upon the scales was severed.
With it, Andriel’s body began shredding into hundreds, thousands of pieces.
After roughly three seconds, Andriel had vanished entirely, as though she had evaporated.
Clink. Clink-clink-clinking…….
Park Chan-woo picked up the Coin that had fallen to the ground.
The single Coin he had given as a tip lay scattered on the floor.
At the same moment—
《The superior demon ‘Game Master Andriel’ has been vanquished.》
《You have acquired ‘4,444 Booking Points’.》
《The ‘Easter Egg’ has been triggered!》
《Your party’s Consecutive Wins points increased by 20%, all treasures discounted by 20%, and you have acquired 4 Lucky Dice that can lower a Booking Target’s Level by 1–6.》
《The Title ‘Easter Egg (All Additional Stats +2)’ has been added.》
《You have acquired ‘Easter Egg (001)’.》

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