Level -99 Archmage - Chapter 112

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Chapter 112. Champion
Earth 666 Abyss.
The rumor that only Avatars were permitted entry spread with remarkable speed.
―Are they out of their mind?
―What possible intention lies behind imposing such an ‘entry condition’?
―What profit could there be in gathering Avatars and forcing them to fight?
―It’s clear this Creator lacks all common sense.
It was utterly bewildering behavior.
It departed entirely from the conventional model of Creative Abyss.
At its foundation, what even was a Creative Abyss?
It was the premier means by which Creators earned Coins.
Unless Coins were in such abundant supply they overflowed like rivers, no Creator would carelessly construct and launch a Creative Abyss into the world.
By the same logic, no Creator would ever construct a Creative Abyss that yielded no Coins whatsoever.
This was because Coins held such immense value for Creators.
Without Coins, one faced bankruptcy; and bankruptcy threatened not merely one’s credentials but even one’s lordly station.
Thus, Creative Abysses were typically engineered to lure as many participants as possible, squeezing out maximum profit.
Yet……
This Abyss, Earth 666, was different.
―Could the intention be to gather a handful of powerful entities and harvest Coins?
―Powerful entities? In a world teeming with insignificant humans?
―No Abyss possesses the sort of ‘mystery’ required for that.
―Truly foolish and witless.
―They must be desperate to bankrupt themselves.
The Creators of the Community jeered.
Earth. A fledgling humanity that had awakened mere months ago—not even two full months—with a genesis too pathetic to merit mention.
No matter that they had conquered the Tower of Arrogance or defeated Aheta, all humans remained among the weakest.
Fundamentally feeble.
Scarcely better than insects that perished at a casual prod.
Many Creators had spent days scouring humanity with blazing intensity, yet found no individual capable of manifesting even a modest Miracle.
The possibility that something existed beyond their knowledge? That they had simply failed to find it?
Unthinkable.
There was nothing they did not know, nothing they could not perceive.
Therefore, the Earth 666 Abyss was fundamentally flawed in its conception.
―Opening a Creative Abyss for Avatars alone amounts to nothing—they are human after all.
―With the entrance already restricted, they compounded the error further.
―Tsk, tsk, tsk. What do they expect to achieve by allowing Avatars inside?
―It resembles an arena, doesn’t it.
―Are they hoping we’ll place wagers?
―Ah, so they mean to skim the house cut?
―Predictable enough.
―Do they truly believe we’d indulge them?
Though Creators were often derided as obsessed with wagering, they remained fundamentally competitive with one another.
None harbored the slightest inclination to enrich a rival Creator.
And certainly not by participation in such a base commission scheme.
Yet.
A small fraction of Creators did regard the Earth 666 Abyss with genuine interest.
―By admitting only Avatars and allowing us Creators to observe directly—now that is a novel concept.
―It is hardly a Creative Abyss one can dismiss outright.
―It diverges meaningfully from existing models.
―Whose conception was this?
―The Creator of Earth 666 demonstrates considerable talent.
Had the Creator not authored numerous posts designed to capture the Community’s attention, it would never have become the subject of such discourse.
First, provoke displeasure to generate interest; then pique curiosity; finally, introduce an entirely novel form of Abyss.
This approach was foreign to the established Creators.
And… would truly no one enter at all?
Without question, they would.
If for no other reason than to claim the First-Come-First-Served Event Coins promised in the announcement.
Even if everyone claimed they wouldn’t, Creators would undoubtedly venture in for that reward.
The problem lay in that no number was specified for exactly how many would receive the bonus.
A strategy remarkably cunning.
Creators obsessed with Coins, or those running short on them—it would be easy enough to draw them in.
Out of curiosity alone, I could toss a weakling Avatar into that arena and see what happens.
If even one Creator finds it entertaining…….
―Earth 666’s arena imposes no betting fees.
―When you win, you’re paid out proportional to your wager.
―Who’s the Creator behind Earth 666? Some kind of volunteer?
At some point, details about Earth 666’s Abyss began trickling into the Community.
The common thread: astonishment.
Most reactions boiled down to incomprehension.
Typically, betting-arena-style Creative Abysses earn Coins through what you might call “commission business.”
Few Creators had ever bothered to match such predictable intent.
A simple arena was too archaic, lacking novelty.
Moreover, there was nowhere for them to exercise influence—frustrating, to say the least.
But Earth 666’s arena was different.
Every participant was an Avatar.
Avatars and Creators alike had no need to mind each other’s presence.
A Creator could watch from an Avatar’s body, and more than that—they could actively interfere.
Quite the clever concept, wouldn’t you say?
And yet, no fees at all?
―Don’t talk nonsense. How else would he recoup the Coins?
―The Viewing Seats.
―What?
―He sells the Viewing Seats. Depending on their Grade, you can wait and watch from higher tiers, and the opportunities to interfere with Avatars expand accordingly.
―…Are there really Creators foolish enough to spend Coins for something so trivial?
―It wounds one’s pride more than you’d think. Having another Creator’s Avatar look down on you from above.
The real issue was that Creators were gathering in one place in droves.
The Colosseum was a cylindrical arena.
The Viewing Seats were divided into tiers.
When your Avatar sat below, naturally an Avatar from above would be looking down on you.
That’s where the friction ignited.
During the arena’s waiting periods, a Creator occupied an Avatar’s body to watch the matches as well.
The sensation of another Creator gazing down from a higher row than yours!
How many Creators could stomach that?
They were all fundamentally Lords of the Abyss.
Beings who should stand at the very apex.
―Is he exploiting competitive psychology?
―In the end, no one will buy them, and it’ll collapse on itself.
―He’ll just waste the Coins spent creating it.
―Besides, who’d buy such a thing anyway?
The Creators scoffed.
Yet behind closed doors, they were already sending Avatars to experience it themselves.
Just to see what it was like.
And once they’d experienced it, those Creators couldn’t help but fall prey to that competitive impulse.
* * *
The Colosseum was succeeding far beyond expectations.
In just three days, five hundred Avatars had gathered.
Not cramped, yet dense enough that Avatars could clearly observe and recognize one another.
‘The Viewing Seats are flying off the shelves.’
The sale of Viewing Seats.
Depending on Grade, buyers could sit in higher tiers and receive various benefits.
Perhaps that explained it.
Revenue from Viewing Seat sales alone had reached twenty Coins.
An extraordinary result for merely day three.
But Park Chan-woo wouldn’t stop here.
‘I’ve introduced a novel concept. If it takes off, other Creators will copy it.’
Among Creators, those who actually innovated were vanishingly rare.
Naturally, whenever a promising Creative Abyss appeared, they rushed to imitate it.
It wouldn’t be long before another Colosseum emerged.
Once they’d observed and sensed the potential, those Creators would quietly establish their own Avatar-exclusive arenas.
The Creators held no patents among themselves, and they felt no shame in copying.
Those dogs who parade others’ creations as their own—truly contemptible.
There was only one way to prevent this miserable situation.
‘Overwhelming first place. At least on this Earth, make it so no one can follow, so they don’t even dare to try.’
Make it overwhelming.
Ensure no one can catch up.
But easy to say, impossible to do.
It wasn’t a simple matter of expansion.
The ‘fun’ they experienced here had to be unmatched.
Engaging and thrilling, yes—but not so satisfying they’d settle for it.
Never fully satisfied, like a sneeze that tickles but never quite breaks through—only then would they see this place as precious and irreplaceable, their eyes never turning away.
‘I have a solution.’
There was a way.
I didn’t start this venture without thinking it through.
This arena possessed one advantage that no one else could replicate.
And that was—
Ding!
《The moment you’ve all been waiting for has arrived.》
《The one who writes the legend of overwhelming first place, of going undefeated!》
《The champion ‘Nameless Man’ takes the stage—already achieving a ten-match winning streak in just three days!》
Nameless Man.
That was none other than Park Chan-woo.
Park Chan-woo had also entered into a contract with Adora.
Moreover, a higher-tier contract—the Incarnation Contract.
Naturally, having signed the superior contract meant he was also considered to have signed the lower tiers, allowing him entry here.
“Nameless Man…”
“There goes that brutal one again.”
“Who’s his next opponent?”
The spirits of the Avatars who saw the message sharpened instantly.
Over the past three days, what ‘Nameless Man’ had displayed was nothing short of savage.
Victory in every match was expected; what mattered was how he Overwhelmingly Crushed his opponents.
For the Avatars, Nameless Man was a monster no one wanted to face.
Of course, ‘Nameless Man’ was certainly an alias.
Here at the arena, hiding one’s face or concealing one’s name was possible.
It was a feature available when you purchased access to the Viewing Seats.
Ding!
《The next challenger: a super rookie with a five-match winning streak!》
《Master of the Iron Sledgehammer, ‘Park Cheol-gong’!》
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A large man entered the arena, spinning his iron sledgehammer.
Dressed in what looked like a cosplay of prison garb, his head was shaved clean.
“That one’s not right in the head either.”
“Tch… a freak.”
The Avatars clicked their tongues.
No matter how many times they watched Park Cheol-gong cave in skulls with his sledgehammer, they never got used to it.
But the opponent was Nameless Man with ten consecutive victories.
No one could predict the outcome.
And then—
All eyes turned to the ‘Viewing Seats’ at the very top.
A single man sat there.
Though ‘shadow’ would be more accurate than man.
That shadow in the shape of a man looked down upon them all.
The Royal Grade Viewing Seats.
The figure seated there was the only one who had purchased this highest tier, which no one else had yet acquired.
He stood.
Rising slowly.
From outside everyone’s line of sight, Park Chan-woo opened his mouth unhurriedly.
“Go, Agzos.”

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