Level -99 Archmage - Chapter 117

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Chapter 117. The Magic of Charpham
《Synchronization Rate 600%!》
《Warning. Excessive synchronization with a summoned entity induces Mental Contamination!》
As time wore on, as the battle intensified.
The synchronization rate climbed sharply.
In place of reduced mana consumption, his mind began to achieve Unity with the summoned entity.
But as a consequence, Park Chan-woo was suffering from severe Mental Contamination.
Mental Contamination.
Literally, the corruption of one’s spirit by the summoned entity’s mind.
Every summoned entity a summoner calls forth is not human; they are beings born of the Abyss.
Creatures that have lived in the Abyss since birth, or have always existed there, are naturally different from humans in every conceivable way.
The problem was that to compel a summoned entity to obey, a summoner must penetrate deep into the realm of the spirit itself and seize control.
―Become one with me.
Agzos obeyed the summoner’s command faithfully.
He released all restraint and accepted Park Chan-woo’s spirit into himself.
Reaching into each other’s depths, they recreated one another’s techniques with ever greater perfection.
Park Chan-woo’s swordsmanship.
The discipline of a warrior.
He inherited even the man’s noble and virtuous spirit in its entirety.
―Your lordship’s technique surpasses mine.
Agzos was moved to admiration.
He had once been a warrior of Valhalla.
Though specialized in war and combat, versed in the art of slaughter, his mastery of weaponry was exceptional even among those warriors.
Yet Park Chan-woo’s swordsmanship was more systematic still.
It was a style honed with absolute precision—the weak overcoming the strong.
Never surrendering, filling gaps, advancing endlessly.
He bore no extraordinary talent, but had transcended such lack through relentless effort.
A single blade, worn and sharpened through endless collision and erosion.
And so.
―I will learn. Your lordship’s technique. Your lordship’s spirit.
Agzos was profoundly moved.
To forge one’s own path and walk it alone.
Not a mere shortcut, but a method forged in the fire of survival itself.
Agzos wished to be drawn ever deeper into his spirit, into his very soul.
《Synchronization Rate 700%!》
They became one.
Park Chan-woo and Agzos’s spirits intertwined, inseparable.
The mind soon reached into the realm of the soul itself.
The pattern of innate mana wavered finely, merging thicker and deeper.
Then, mana consumption ceased.
The summoned entity and summoner had achieved absolute unity.
Transcending the realm of summoning into Complete Unity.
Every thought, every will, every action became one.
《Synchronization Rate 800%!》
Deeper still, they plumbed at last the abyss, the very depths.
―Become one with me? How foolish.
Then Charpham awakened.
That vast entity of negation, which could only wake when its master was replaced, opened its eyes.
To become one.
To synchronize.
Charpham understood this perfectly.
This was corruption beyond what any human could endure.
No matter that Park Chan-woo bore the Sealing Demon God’s Chalice, there were limits to what his spirit and soul could withstand.
Agzos, born anew through magic and faithful by nature, might harbor no resistance at all.
But Charpham was different.
―I have already repaid my debt. Did I not slay Khan for you?
The debt for being drawn from the Sealing Demon God’s Chalice had been discharged.
Without itself, the Conqueror Khan could never have been slain.
Of course, he had sensed it before—but such foolishness.
There was nothing Charpham could do to prevent the Mental Contamination that came with unification.
Even if Charpham yielded, the moment their minds linked deeply, Park Chan-woo would suffer contamination from Charpham’s soul and be transformed into something utterly different.
—Stop.
Charpham refused the synchronization of minds.
The sensation of blending with another did not appeal to him in the slightest.
Moreover, if Park Chan-woo’s mind became corrupted, there was no knowing what kind of being he would become.
Charpham was born at the boundary between dimensions.
The Great Calamitous Beast known as Charpham.
There was a considerable chance he would become something in between—something born from the shadow of dimensions like Agzos, and something that had wandered at the boundary of dimensions like Charpham himself.
In other words.
—You would become a demon.
There were only demons of the Abyss in that in-between space.
The deep shadow of the Abyss.
Ravenous beasts wandering the Abyss.
—Why won’t you give up? It’s only one defeat, isn’t it?
Charpham could not fathom Park Chan-woo’s operating principle.
Even if he fell here in the Abyss, it could not truly be called his defeat.
He would merely lose the Champion’s seat.
He could simply reclaim it once he grew stronger.
Yet Park Chan-woo would not yield.
He would not accept even a single defeat.
Why, exactly?
He was not dying, and it was not even his own defeat.
He was merely borrowing the body of a Summoned Entity to move!
《Synchronization Rate: 900%!》
—I said stop, you fool!
It seeps in. Minds mingle.
It was profoundly vile, uncomfortable, revolting, and infuriating.
Never before had a mad creature dared to interfere with his own mind.
Even “that wretch” who had sealed himself within the Sealing Demon God, and the Sealing Demon God itself, had never interfered with Charpham’s spirit.
Yet through the medium called Agzos, this mad fool was attempting to interfere.
Had he lost his mind?
Surely he knew the magnitude of Mental Contamination as a calamity.
How could this Mage stake his own mind and soul merely to escape a single defeat?
At the same time, Charpham understood.
As Park Chan-woo’s mind gradually mingled with his own, he came to understand why he was doing this.
—You won’t retreat anymore? You despise it that much? Defeat? Looking back?
It was simply an unbreakable will.
Never bending, never accepting defeat, pressing forward with stubborn determination.
Park Chan-woo’s spirit held only that single truth.
It was as though he were trying to set right a life that had been spent in flight and regret.
I cannot fathom it.
Park Chan-woo’s life, as Charpham perceived it, seemed to have no great inflection point.
Standing at the very pinnacle compared to other humans, capable of possessing everything—why was this wretch so saturated with regret?
It is all or nothing.
Park Chan-woo’s spirit and manner of action were far too extreme.
Abnormal.
Bizarre and discordant.
To a degree that even Charpham found himself taken aback.
—A madman.
So perhaps that was why.
Because he had witnessed something abnormal like himself.
Criiiiick!

—…I find myself taking a liking to you.
Charpham smiled.
The being who could not acknowledge his own difference and had sealed Charpham away within the Sealing Demon God’s Chalice.
To prevent the danger of a Great Calamitous Beast consuming dimensions, they had confined him for eternity.
After so many ages of captivity, most memories had been lost, yet “that wretch” alone he could not forget.
That creature who had despised him, persecuted him, and hated him for the sole reason that he was a Great Calamitous Beast.
But what is this one?
Park Chan-woo. This man pays no mind to Charpham.
The demon simply isn’t in his thoughts.
His goal is singular.
Victory!
Had a creature like this ever become the master of the Chalice?
…Unquestionably, no.
―Very well. Go ahead and rampage to your heart’s content. Whether your mind grows tainted or your soul falls into ruin means nothing to me.
And so, he pleased me all the more.
Thoroughly mad as he was.
Charpham expanded his mental domain.
He opened the gate and welcomed Park Chan-woo inside.
In that moment.
《Synchronization Rate: 1,000%!》
《A miraculous synchronization has been achieved.》
《You have acquired the Dimensional Dweller Charpham’s unique Dimensional Magic—the Dimensional Great Glacier.》
《Park Chan-woo’s mind has been contaminated by the summoned entity!》
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They were kindred.
Like himself, a being that had fallen and become half-demon half-human.
“Delicious…indeed.”
His appetite stirred.
He knew it instinctively.
A being infinitely terrifying—yet consuming it would allow him to evolve.
He could become stronger.
Balzac trembled with excitement.
Since becoming half-demon half-human, he had been tormented by endless hunger.
Even devouring avatars, again and again, never sated him.
But now, at last, he felt as though he might be full.
《The match between half-demon half-human Balzac and Champion Nameless begins!》
The match commenced.
The final bout.
The Nameless One had demonstrated overwhelming victory against more than one hundred fifty opponents.
Yet Balzac had grown stronger each time one of those sacrifices fell.
Not mere brainwashing—he had consumed the very deaths of the avatars themselves.
This battle would be his victory—
Slash!
“Mm…?”
His skin split open.
In a single, fleeting instant.
Something sharp had passed through him.
Balzac’s throat was nearly severed.
Then.
《The curse Chain Damage activates!》
《The magic Instant Healing activates!》
The curse he wielded—a power in its own right—Chain Damage took effect.
Moreover, Instant Healing activated, and the wound knitted shut with unnatural speed.
An attack that does not sever the thread of life is merely a shackle, after all.
“Die… then.”
Balzac was certain of victory.
The man’s blade had not reached his life.
Conversely, his own curse had found its mark.
Slash!
The Nameless One.
Rather, Park Chan-woo’s throat erupted with a long wound, skin tearing open.
The original body connected to Agzos’s shadow suffered identical damage.
And yet.
Whoosh!
《Super Regeneration activates!》
In the blink of an eye, the wound sealed and vanished.
With synchronization reaching 1,000%, what was shared was not merely technique.
Park Chan-woo’s magic was manifesting as well.
‘Is it healing magic like mine?’
Balzac tilted his head in confusion.
No healing magic could exist beyond Instant Healing.
Yet such vast scope, such speed!
Snap!
Balzac’s composure fractured.
It wasn’t invisible—he could see it plainly enough.
It wasn’t beyond his ability to contend with.
But it was far too fast.
He couldn’t keep pace.
Balzac’s skin split open, muscle laid bare, bone sheared away.
《The Curse ‘Chain Damage’ activates.》
《The magic ‘Instant Healing’ activates.》
《The Curse ‘Chain Damage’ activates.》
《The magic ‘Instant Healing’ activates.》
《The Curse ‘Chain Damage’ activates.》
《The magic ‘Instant Healing’ activates.》
An endless cycle.
Yet healing has its limits.
The act of healing leaves scars.
Wounds never close cleanly, never vanish entirely.
This was why Balzac’s entire body was covered in scar tissue.
But.
‘That creature’s magic isn’t healing. It’s regeneration!’
His magic was not healing.
Park Chan-woo’s magic was Super Regeneration.
A magic that literally restored everything, pristine and whole.
It was a concept a tier above healing itself.
‘I’m crumbling. My healing can’t keep up.’
Balzac’s body sent out a distress signal.
The countless lives he had devoured were extinguishing.
It seemed clear that conventional methods would never bring this creature down.
《Sacrificing one hundred lives, I deploy the grand curse—the Area Magic ‘Life Distortion’!》
Haaaaaa!
Countless lives and souls of his avatars tore free from Balzac’s body.
In an instant, a skull-shaped Area Magic domain spread across the space around him.
Whoosh!
Whisssssh!
Countless hands stretched forth from across the domain, seizing Park Chan-woo by the ankles.
“Caught…you.”
The creature’s movements—swift as a rat’s—froze in place.
Finally. He had him.
An Area Magic paid for with a hundred deaths.
Within this domain, nothing could move without his permission.
Now, at last, he could taste this creature.
Flap!
Balzac’s cloak billowed.
In that instant, countless tentacles surged forth, lunging at their prey.
But.
Crack!
Crack!
The tentacles that drew near Park Chan-woo
began to freeze solid, as if by some prior arrangement.
That was not all.
“What…?”
His domain was being engulfed.
His field was
being overtaken by another curse.
replaced entirely by a different Area Magic.
A domain constructed from the sacrifice of a hundred avatars—how could it possibly freeze?
Crack!
The domain itself began to crystallize.
And then.
《Charpham’s Innate Domain, the Dimensional Great Glacier, unfolds.》
Charpham’s domain emerged—Charpham’s world laid bare.

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