Level -99 Archmage - Chapter 113

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Chapter 113. Demon King-class
Mythical Magic, Agzos.
A shadow warrior that inherently bore the title of mythology itself, with a Grade that carried an entirely new conceptual name: ‘Dimension’.
Park Chan-woo had elevated the gatekeeper who guarded the entrance to Khan’s Palace into ‘magic’ itself.
It was the first Created Magic he had ever forged, and after combining with the ‘Dimensional Encounter, Charpham’—an entity that existed in the negative (-) Level realm—it had even achieved divine manifestation.
In short.
‘A monster without limits.’
It was a creature of a kind never before seen in the world, a genuinely bizarre and terrifying beast.
Though its rampage had ended and its stats had declined, the Synchronization Rate had climbed steeply in return.
Thanks to that, Park Chan-woo was able to perceive Agzos’s other functions.
‘Even at a distance, it persists; I can perceive it, and I can control it.’
He was beginning to grasp what a Dimension-Grade entity truly meant.
In other words, it was an entity capable of Remote Control.
No matter how far apart—even to the ends of Earth—Park Chan-woo could perceive Agzos’s every move.
Though Mana depletion would cause it to be resummoned, since the magic itself was constructed of divine power, the Mana consumption was manageable without significant burden.
‘I can see.’
Park Chan-woo was currently in his home.
But the moment he concentrated on the thin thread of Mana connected to his chest, his vision began to merge with Agzos’s.
From that moment on, everything around him transformed.
Ding!
《Your Synchronization Rate with ‘Agzos’ has risen to 300%!》
《All of ‘Agzos’s’ senses are now shared with you.》
《’Agzos’s’ stats are now heavily influenced by the summoner.》
《The current stat distribution leans toward a ‘warrior’ type.》
《Check ‘Agzos’s’ Status Window.》
Ding!
Affiliation: Dimension / Mythical Magic / Summoned Entity of ‘Park Chan-woo’
Name: Agzos (Charpham)
Age: ∞
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 197cm / 0.1kg
Class: Shadow Warrior
Level: (-?)
Strength 149(30+119) Vitality 124(30+94) Agility 80(30+50)
Intelligence 68(30+38), Mana 77(30+47)
Total Attack Power: 1,765
Total Defense Power: 888
Special Notes:
All stats increased through ‘Divine Power Absorption’: 30
Strong magical resistance
A Status Window so detailed it’s hard to believe this is a summoned entity.
Though these numbers paled in comparison to when Charpham’s power had run wild and reached Level 130, that had only been possible because Agzos had been offered as a sacrifice.
A Valhalla warrior’s life—reaching Level 99—was forcibly made the sacrifice, allowing it to radiate that insane presence for fourteen minutes and thirty seconds.
‘Remarkable.’
So there was nothing wrong with this.
No—it wasn’t merely acceptable; it was absurd.
Currently, Agzos inherited every ability Park Chan-woo possessed.
Not only that.
After defeating ten Avatars, the power of ‘Divine Power Absorption’ had reached its peak.
All stats increased by 30.
The most frightening thing about Agzos was that this was not the end.
Agzos continued to grow.
Moreover, it had no Level cap.
‘This creature grows without limit.’
No restrictions from Level, no walls, no boundaries.
A savage beast that kills its enemies and grows without end.
Its beginning is extraordinary, but its ending will be far more magnificent.
Park Chan-woo had now become a single beast.
Crack. Crunch.
He bent his hands and feet to test them.
He moved naturally, as if the body were already his own.
He twisted his torso and stretched both arms wide.
‘So this is what it feels like to have no abnormalities at all.’
Compared to his own body, Agzos’s flesh was freedom incarnate.
The countless Status Abnormalities he’d accumulated through regression had always made movement uncomfortable at best.
Was this what it felt like to be born anew?
Park Chan-woo planted himself in the Royal Viewing Stand and pushed off the floor.
Whoooosh!
Crash!
He landed in the Battle Arena like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Light. It felt as though he met no resistance whatsoever.
Yet the destructive power remained unchanged.
Which meant one thing: movements faster and more fluid than his stats should allow.
“Quite the showman, aren’t you?”
Whirr! Whirr!
Park Cheol-gong spun his Iron Mace and clicked his tongue.
The Unknown Man.
The one holding the Champion’s seat with the longest winning streak currently recorded.
Ten victories. That was all.
Yet he strutted about as though he owned the world for a mere ten-win streak.
“I’ll crush your skull and take that seat for myself.”
Park Cheol-gong’s goal was obvious: to become Champion.
As Champion, he’d receive the Royal Viewing Stand and countless other privileges.
He’d gain more Coins and the title of strongest Avatar.
This place was where everyone was an Avatar.
Most hid their faces or changed their names to conceal their identities, but not Park Cheol-gong.
Such things were for cowards.
Especially this Champion standing before him—he revealed nothing.
His entire body dyed pitch-black like shadow, likely powered by some special Magic or artifact.
Even his name was brazenly “Unknown.”
In fact, the Unknown Man had never spoken a single word across ten matches.
Therefore.
“Hey, coward. Can’t you talk? Or have you lost your nerve and your tongue with it?”
Champion Unknown Man was a coward.
A mute who couldn’t speak a word.
Park Cheol-gong mocked and ridiculed the Unknown Man ceaselessly.
Victory was already his.
The Creator he’d contracted with offered such generous patronage that defeat was impossible.
“Forfeit now before you piss yourself. Otherwise your brain matter will do it for you.”
He declared he’d kill him.
There were no rules in combat here—killing was free.
This was the Avatars’ battlefield.
Good people had never belonged in this place to begin with.
Ping!
《Attention all Creators.》
《Betting closes in three minutes.》
《Current projected odds: Champion Unknown Man (77.5%), Iron King Park Cheol-gong (22.5%).》
《Successful bets will be distributed according to the projected odds.》
《However, 1% will be deducted for the “Champion’s Prestige.”》
《Of this, 0.5% goes to the Champion, and the remainder is stored as Accumulated Coin.》
《Victory over the Champion grants you all accumulated Coins.》
An announcement message suddenly surfaced in his mind.
The match would begin soon.
Park Chan-woo shrugged his shoulders.
The Creators believed there was no fee at all, but that 1% was nothing more than a commission under a different name.
The Champion’s Prestige.
A privilege granted to the Champion alone!
This was precisely why no other Creator could truly replicate this Colosseum.
They didn’t have him. They didn’t have Park Chan-woo.
No matter how many arenas they built or pitted Avatars against each other, they lacked the existence of an overwhelming Avatar.
‘At this point, there is no avatar in existence that can defeat Agzos.’
He could be certain of it.
There is no human alive right now who can defeat Agzos.
Agzos’s martial capability was, at minimum, somewhere in the mid-40s range in terms of Level.
And that was only accounting for his complete, fully-equipped form with all settings finalized.
No matter how high anyone’s Level might be at this moment, they’d be lucky to reach the low 30s.
If he won infinitely, solidified his position as Champion, and accumulated Coins like a madman, then every Creator would be tempted to summon their avatars and challenge him.
A perfect virtuous cycle.
As long as he never lost, it was a structure he could exploit forever.
《Betting has been completed!》
《The match begins!》
Whoop!
Whoop!
“End this in one blow!”
The instant the match began, Park Cheol-gong spun his Iron Mace and bore down on Park Chan-woo with relentless pressure.
Soon, black energy coalesced around Park Cheol-gong’s Iron Mace.
Life Force Absorption—magic that drains the vitality of any living creature it touches.
A mysterious power bestowed upon Park Cheol-gong by the Creator who had contracted him, hoping to seize the Champion’s seat!
Channeling every ounce of that power, he brought the mace crashing down with all his might.
Screeeech!
“Die……!”
Click.
“……What?”
In an instant, Park Cheol-gong’s confusion was absolute.
It had been caught.
The Iron Mace he’d brought down was cleanly seized in the Nameless Man’s hand.
There was no vibration, no recoil.
As if time itself had frozen, locking it perfectly in place.
It was unreal.
His Iron Mace weighed over twenty kilograms and crushed everything it touched—a brutal, merciless weapon.
And he’d caught it with one hand.
Moreover, without any visible effort whatsoever.
‘How is this possible?’
The moment it made contact, the Life Force Absorption magic should have activated.
Yet the magic showed no reaction at all.
【Magic Nullification?】
Even the Creator’s voice carried a note of confusion.
And that was the last thing Park Cheol-gong remembered.
Whoosh!
Crack!
The Iron Mace, now reversed, tore through Park Cheol-gong’s upper body.
Whoooosh!
Flames engulfed Park Cheol-gong’s form.
In the Abyss, when an avatar dies, it sometimes burns away like this.
The more deeply a Creator was invested in the avatar, the more likely it was to burn and crumble to ash.
Whiiiine.
Before long, Park Cheol-gong’s entire body was ablaze, dissolving into dust that scattered to the winds.
At the same time.
《The match has ended.》
《Victory goes to the Nameless Man!》
《He claims his eleventh consecutive victory and retains the Champion’s seat!》
《Of the 510 Coins wagered in total, 0.5%—2.5 Coins—are awarded to the Champion.》
《The remaining 2.5 Coins accumulate.》
《Current accumulated Coins total 16.》
《Should anyone seize the Champion’s seat, all accumulated Coins are granted at once.》
The Nameless Man returned to his seat.
The Royal Viewing Stand.
The vantage from which all avatars and their Creators could be observed.
Every eye in the arena turned toward him.
“……Is that really one of us? A human?”
“What Creator are you contracted with, exactly?”
“Don’t tell me it’s Demon King-class?”
A Named Creator.
They all knew about Demon Kings, Demon Gods, and the Great Nine Lords.
Moreover, ‘Earth 666’ Abyss was a place only human Avatars could enter.
Naturally, the nameless man’s extraordinary display made it inevitable that everyone was consumed with curiosity about which Creator he’d contracted with.
Of course, they weren’t the only ones burning with questions.
The Creators contracted with them felt the same way.
【Could this truly be an Avatar contracted to a Demon King-class Creator?】
【With that level of power, the possibility can’t be ruled out entirely.】
【A Demon King-class lord taking interest in a human from Earth?】
【Who could it be?】
【What in the world is the identity of this human drawing the attention of a Demon King-class lord?】

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