Level -99 Archmage - Chapter 104

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Episode 104. Eyes on the Truth
After roughly two hours had passed,
Park Chan-woo’s vision was filled with stacks of Treasures piled high before him.
Some two hundred Treasures in total that Bokshil had brought.
Each one was genuine, of a caliber that defied comprehension.
At a glance, several of the pieces looked far from ordinary.
They were the kind of relics that transcended mere Grade classification entirely—treasures beyond any standard ranking.
But there was one problem.
‘Among these, the true one must lie hidden.’
I had to find the genuine treasure among all the genuine treasures.
Only a single item could be taken with him when he left.
Yet there was a difficulty.
‘The Magical Wavelengths I’m sensing all feel nearly identical.’
These two hundred Treasures arrayed before him—
their wavelengths matched in thickness, intensity, everything.
There were minor differences, perhaps, but nothing that stood out as meaningfully superior.
This meant that Magical Wavelength alone wouldn’t be enough to locate what Aheta had hidden.
‘It must be somewhere in this collection.’
Of that much, at least, he was certain.
Among these two hundred Treasures lay the genuine treasure—or treasures—that Aheta had concealed.
He would have to discover a different point of distinction.
One hour remained.
Whether he could differentiate them within that span was another matter.
Park Chan-woo began examining each Treasure anew, running his fingers across them one by one.
‘Wavelength and Pattern. The answer lies within those.’
It was far from simple.
While he could perceive and understand his own Magical Pattern, grasping the patterns of other beings or objects was extraordinarily difficult.
Unless one possessed something like Han Shin’s Demon Eye.
Those with the Demon Eye could supposedly see the Magical Patterns of all things around them.
A Magical Pattern was the characteristic an object possessed—its own unique, individual nature.
Thus, those with the Demon Eye could nullify magic itself. By dismantling a Pattern and turning it against its caster, the magic would simply cease to exist.
If one could see Magical Patterns in this way, it became possible to grasp objects and opponents more deeply, more comprehensively.
But regrettably,
‘I don’t possess the Demon Eye to perceive another’s Magical Pattern.’
He had no Demon Eye.
He could know his own Pattern, but not the patterns of others.
Conversely, Han Shin was entirely ignorant when it came to Magical Wavelength.
Not just Han Shin, either.
In fact, though Park Chan-woo had encountered Demon Eye users before, he had never met anyone else who could read Magical Wavelengths.
Yet to find the Treasure that Aheta had hidden here, both abilities were necessary.
He needed to read both Magical Wavelength and Magical Pattern simultaneously.
“Bokshil, can you read Magical Patterns by any chance?”
Squeak?
Bokshil tilted her head, confused.
She seemed to be asking what that even was.
Park Chan-woo grimaced inwardly.
Bokshil’s ability to read Magical Wavelength derived from him, after all.
If he couldn’t read Magical Patterns, it stood to reason that Bokshil couldn’t either.
He pressed his lips together tightly.
‘Whatever she hid must possess a highly unusual Magical Pattern.’
This was a Treasure that the Moon’s Lord Aheta had deliberately concealed.
The fact that she’d hidden it among such dazzling, eye-widening splendid Treasures meant, in other words, that she didn’t want it given to anyone.
It suggested a Treasure so precious she wished its very existence to remain unknown.
There was no chance such an item bore an ordinary Magical Pattern.
If it had never appeared in the world before, it would surely carry a unique Magical Pattern.
Appearances alone would not suffice.
Choosing based purely on external appearance had its limits.
Park Chan-woo drummed his knuckles against his chin.
“……There was no rule against breaking them, was there?”
He consulted the rules inscribed on the Marker once more.
There was no rule against damaging the treasures.
Equipment and tools were off-limits, but.
Bang!
Bang!
Smashing and hurling them—that should be fine, shouldn’t it?
Park Chan-woo collided the pieces of equipment against each other.
If Aheta had witnessed it, she would have been horrified.
Not just Aheta, but anyone who understood the value of treasures would have been appalled.
Yet Park Chan-woo did not stop.
Instead, he crashed the equipment together with all his might.
Clang—!
Twang! Whoosh!
As they collided, a more powerful Magical Wavelength radiated outward.
Existences within the Abyss overlapped with one another, pushing back against each other.
As the wavelength strengthened, distinction became somewhat easier.
He filtered out approximately fifty treasures with relatively weaker wavelengths.
This left him with one hundred fifty.
“Hmm…….”
His deliberation deepened into a critical phase.
The Pattern was fixed, but the wavelength could be amplified.
Through amplifying the wavelength, it was possible to distinguish them with even greater refinement.
Park Chan-woo scratched his head.
‘Where does the Magical Wavelength originate from?’
It was a question that had always puzzled him.
The reason awakened humans could exist within the Abyss was because, upon awakening, they had gained a Magical Wavelength.
That the Magical Wavelength bore a close relationship with Awakening was an undeniable truth.
‘Awakening. Awakening, then.’
Then what, exactly, was Awakening?
A leveling system?
Was it the acquisition of a structure meant to transcend limits?
Park Chan-woo shook his head.
‘Even after awakening, there are limits. Humanity has never surpassed Level 99.’
Therefore, the notion that Awakening was a “system to transcend limits” was flawed.
Each species had a different Maximum Level.
If Awakening were merely a system to raise one’s Level, then all species ought to have either no Maximum Level or the same one.
Therefore, Awakening should be understood as serving to awaken the characteristics inherent to a species.
And if it merely awakened such characteristics, then everything must already possess a Magical Wavelength, even without touching the Abyss.
‘No matter how much research I’ve done, I couldn’t find it…….’
Park Chan-woo shook his head.
How could he easily discover what even lifetime researchers had failed to uncover?
In any case, Awakening and Magical Wavelength were deeply connected.
This was a fact more important than the Magical Pattern.
It was a more elevated concept.
But without reading the Pattern, he could not solve the problem directly before him.
‘……If only I could discern the Pattern from the wavelength.’
It was a notion he had never considered before.
He had never attempted to ascertain the Magical Pattern through the Magical Wavelength.
Before his regression, the magic he employed was mostly Basic Magic.
The Magical Pattern of Basic Magic was monotonous to the point of tedium, and even if he could read the Magical Wavelength, it would have been of little use.
Frankly, he did not understand why reading Magical Wavelength was considered a quality of a Grand Sorcerer.
But.
‘If one amplifies the wavelength infinitely.’
If he could amplify the wavelength infinitely, might he not also discern the Pattern?
Magical Wavelength was a force that originated from existence itself.
It was the final shield protecting existence, present in all things that sustained the Abyss.
If he could only amplify it infinitely, could he not read the outline of the Patterns he possessed?
‘How can I amplify it further from here?’
For now, when things with powerful wavelengths collided, they generated an even stronger wavelength.
He had figured out this much, but there were limits to what equipment alone could achieve by colliding with itself.
He needed something with a more powerful wavelength.
Take Khan’s Palace, for instance.
Khan had bound his own life to Khan’s Palace itself.
Because of this, the palace itself was radiating an enormous Magical Wavelength.
That wavelength both blocked the sight of all ‘observers’ and simultaneously maintained Khan and his warriors in their sealed state.
The reason they hadn’t been consumed by the Abyss over all these ages was that Khan’s Palace was emitting a powerful Magical Wavelength.
It vibrated on its own, releasing amplified wavelengths in a frenzy.
In short.
Khan’s Palace was essentially a mass of ‘Magical Wavelength’ that maintained absolute rules.
This place had something similar.
‘…That marker there.’
The marker floating in empty space.
A mass of Magical Wavelength that maintained this ‘Hidden Treasure Vault’ itself by inscribing the rules within it!
It was similar to Khan’s Palace.
‘It’s a marker linked to Aheta’s existence.’
Ah.
The moment Park Chan-woo realized this truth, a slight shudder ran through him.
Aheta’s weakness lay in this ‘Hidden Treasure Vault’.
If he destroyed that, Aheta would die or suffer a fatal wound.
He immediately climbed the mountain of treasures and lifted the marker, which was as large as his body.
Fortunately, the marker wasn’t fixed in place.
Thud! Thud!
He tested striking the marker with his fist.
But only a sharp pain radiated through his knuckles.
It was harder than mere hardness—his bones felt as though they might splinter.
“…I won’t be able to break it immediately.”
He was certain of it. At his current level, it was out of the question.
But it wasn’t ‘unbreakable’ either.
Though he had no means to break it now.
If he leveled up Bokshil further, could he gradually wear down the marker’s durability?
Or if he himself became strong enough to break it?
The next time he entered this place, he could shatter the marker and deliver a fatal blow to Aheta.
‘This is… the Magical Wavelength of Aheta, the Lunar Lord.’
He read the wavelength that erupted when his fist struck it.
He’d never realized it before.
That such a thing as a ‘Magical Wavelength’ existed within him—in Aheta.
If Aheta possessed one, then the other Creators must as well.
It was obvious when he thought about it, but this was his first time experiencing it directly.
‘Incredible.’
Even though he’d struck with only a weak punch, an enormous wavelength rippled throughout the entire vault.
At the same time, the wavelength he himself possessed surged explosively.
With a wavelength of this magnitude, he could endlessly amplify the wavelengths of the other treasures as well.
He descended from the mountain of treasures, still holding the marker.
After that.
Crash!
Crash!
He struck 150 treasures hard against the marker.
Then.
Zing—!
The amplified wavelengths intertwined and tangled, creating a powerful vibration.
Wavelengths dozens of times greater than those produced when the treasures simply collided with each other.
Within them, Park Chan-woo could perceive something.
‘…I see it.’
I feel it.
The Magical Pattern.
The vibration of the wavelength was shaping the pattern.
As the wavelength continued to amplify, the pattern that had been residing within the treasures themselves began to quiver, and its form started becoming perceptible.
That was when it happened.
Ding!
《Your understanding of ‘Magical Wavelength’ has increased.》
《Your eyes have opened to ‘Truth’.》
《Intelligence increases by 20.》
《You obtain 3 Class Level Points.》
“……?”
Park Chan-woo tilted his head at the message that had materialized without warning.
Was it because he’d grasped the truth—that he could read Magical Patterns through Magical Wavelength?
Having awakened to truth, the rewards had cascaded down upon him.
And among those rewards lay something entirely unexpected.
‘Class Level Points?’
Class Level could only be raised by leveling up.
There was no other method to raise Class Level.
That axiom had just been shattered.
The moment the axiom broke, an entirely different reward appeared in its place.
‘…It seems what I know isn’t all there is.’
A smile bloomed unbidden across his face.
That was the nature of truth.
The more you understood it, the more fascinating and delightful it became.
After that, Park Chan-woo continued without pause, striking each marker.
By the time he’d confirmed the Magical Wavelength emanating from all 150 treasures, the pattern had become clear.
“Aheta. So these were the treasures you were so desperate to hide?”
Park Chan-woo rotated his stiff shoulders, working out the tension.
His entire body screamed in protest, but he paid it no mind.
The thrill coursing through him now far outweighed any ache.
Before him, the treasures had arranged themselves into distinct categories.
Not 150 of them.
……Precisely 3 treasures.

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