Level -99 Archmage - Chapter 119

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Episode 119. Perfect Devil Box
《Champion ‘Nameless Man’ has achieved a 170-win streak.》
《Congratulations! You have successfully placed a bet and acquired 120 Coins.》
The moment the messages appeared before his eyes.
Right after the match between Balzac and Champion Nameless Man ended.
Adora stepped into the Creative Abyss with visible tension.
All spectators had evacuated, leaving only one person behind—Nameless Man, or rather, Park Chan-woo.
‘He definitely became demonic.’
There was no way she’d misread it.
Park Chan-woo’s mind had been corrupted in an instant, transforming him into a Half-Demon.
Merging with the shadows, he had become Agzos and Charfam themselves.
That was why she—a witch who had lived in the Deep Abyss—could be certain.
The Mana she felt radiating from Park Chan-woo in that moment was unmistakably demonic.
Not just any demon’s power, but that of a Grand Demon.
‘……Once Mental Corruption progresses, there is no returning.’
It was common knowledge.
The inevitable fate awaited all summoners who commanded Abyss entities.
Even Avatars fell prey to Mental Corruption from their Creators, becoming Half-Demons.
The problem was that those transformed by Mental Corruption never came back.
They could not be healed, could not be regenerated.
Once claimed, one lived the rest of their life as a ‘different being’.
Forgetting everything, losing everything in the process.
Thus, the denizens of the Abyss were, in themselves, a scourge upon humanity.
The closer one drew, the more their mind was crushed, their soul destroyed.
This was why Adora refrained from approaching Park Chan-woo more than necessary.
She too was a being born from the Abyss.
Moreover, a witch born from the deepest reaches of the Deep Abyss itself.
‘If there’s still time…….’
Adora’s pace quickened toward the Colosseum.
She needed to see it with her own eyes to understand more clearly.
Park Chan-woo stood motionless, staring into empty space.
What was he looking at?
One thing was certain: this was not the Park Chan-woo of old.
‘……It’s too late.’
It was different.
No trace of human form remained, and even his Mana felt ominous beyond measure.
This was not Park Chan-woo.
It was something between Agzos and Charfam—something in between.
Ferocity incarnate.
A presence so menacing it seemed poised to annihilate everything in its path.
Simply drawing near was enough to raise goosebumps.
“……Are you all right?”
Adora asked, her voice taut with apprehension.
She harbored little hope of receiving an answer.
Rather, sensing her presence would more likely provoke an attack.
A soft whoosh.
Then Park Chan-woo slowly lowered his head.
And turned to face Adora.
Red eyes blazing from the shadows.
Billows of black Mana pouring forth in harsh waves.
“Not bad.”
“……!”
For the first time, Adora’s expression wavered.
He had spoken clearly.
With warmth and gentleness, just as before.
A voice so identical to his own that one could never believe his mind had been corrupted into another being.
“Park Chan-woo… is that really you?”
“Have you already forgotten my name in such a short time?”
“Mental Corruption should have progressed by now…….”
Mental Corruption had definitely advanced.
And so he unfolded the magic of an entirely different ‘Unique Domain’.
Magic of such rarefied hierarchy that no human could ever wield it.
Transcendent Magic of a different caliber altogether—magic that could affect even the spectator stands separated from the arena.
There were few monsters in the Abyss capable of such a thing.
Unless one became a grand demon like a Demon God, it was impossible.
Yet common sense shattered.
Mental Corruption had indeed progressed, yet Park Chan-woo’s mind remained intact.
How was such a thing possible?
“It was a touch difficult, I’ll admit.”
Park Chan-woo gave a slight shrug.
Once his Assimilation Rate exceeded one thousand percent, an entirely different world unfurled.
True to his words, Mental Corruption had indeed advanced.
Everything he saw, everything he felt, every sense differed completely from the world he had known until now.
It was as though he had become an entirely different being.
Yet Park Chan-woo quickly grasped the essence of Mental Corruption.
‘It’s the Mana Wavelength.’
Mana Wavelength.
The final bulwark that allows existence to exist within the Abyss.
When life ends, the veil vanishes, and the body crumbles to dust.
The problem of Mental Corruption was that Mana Wavelengths of entirely different beings mingled.
The final defense—the wavelength protecting body and soul—twisted and warped as it intertwined.
It was what had caused Balzac to become Half-Demon.
His wavelength had mingled with that of the Creator—the Immortal Cursed One, Lord Arbanir.
Afterward, his unique Mana Pattern was altered entirely, transforming him into something wholly different.
The way summoners became assimilated and corrupted by their summons followed the same principle.
But.
Park Chan-woo could read Mana Wavelengths.
He could perceive the vibrations and intensity of wavelengths, their flow and thickness—everything.
To be able to read them was to understand how to use them.
“Are you truly unharmed?”
“It was touch and go, I confess.”
Park Chan-woo spoke with a wry smile.
Had he made a single misstep, he might have been lost forever.
‘One thousand percent was my limit.’
He had instinctively grasped that any further assimilation would be irreversible.
Though he had minimized interference from the wavelength, he still lacked the skill to wield it properly—his ceiling was clear.
Recognizing this, he had halted his Assimilation Rate at exactly one thousand percent.
Even that was enough to reach Charfam’s domain.
Charfam, the Dimensional Traveler and the Pale Sage—his Dimensional Great Glacier was, true to its name, absolute magic that distorted dimensions themselves.
He had never imagined it could even loosen the connection between Creator and Avatar.
It was Rule Interference—spoken of only in legends.
A Miracle possible only to those of Demon God stature or beyond!
In other words.
‘Charfam bears the rank of a Demon God.’
Realizing this truth sent a chill racing through him.
And Charfam had told him that eight—or perhaps nine—beings stronger than himself were sealed within the Sealing Demon God’s Chalice.
He could not even begin to fathom what manner of beings dwelt within that vessel.
If Charfam were of such caliber, then the strongest sealed entity might rival even the Great Nine Lords.
Yet Park Chan-woo had not yet truly conquered even Charfam.
He had merely grazed the surface of one of his spells.
…How it thrilled him.
His heart thundered as though it might burst from his chest.
One who did not feel exhilaration here was no mage at all.
Park Chan-woo’s goal was to stand at the apex of magic and become a true Grand Mage.
This felt like discovering another facet of magic itself.
Yet.
Adora’s gaze was not ordinary.
Park Chan-woo let out a soft chuckle and spoke.
“Were you worried, perhaps?”
“…No. As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters.”
In an instant, his expression reverted to its customary coldness.
But in that moment.
‘Hmm.’
Park Chan-woo’s body wavered.
His Mana had been depleted.
From forcibly elevating his Assimilation Rate, his mental reserves had also been drained.
Whoosh!
Adora reached out hastily, trying to catch Park Chan-woo as he collapsed.

Bang!
But she couldn’t grasp him.
It was impossible to hold him.
“……Ah.”
Adora let slip a small sigh.
Agzos’s shadow had been unsummoned.
* * *
How long had he been unconscious?
Sleep upon sleep, drowsiness lingered.
He simply could not open his eyes.
He rose from his bed exactly three days later.
‘…I’ve never slept for this long before.’
It seemed wielding Han Shin’s Domain Magic had been the culprit.
Even after sleeping for three days straight, his exhaustion remained.
This was what people meant by sleeping as if dead.
Crack!
Park Chan-woo slapped both cheeks to jolt himself awake.
He couldn’t afford to waste more time here.
There was too much left to do.
First, the messages still hovering before his eyes.
《The title ‘Creator’s Nemesis’ has evolved into ‘Lord Slayer’.》
《You have acquired the title ‘Demon God Hunter’.》
《Your Renown increases by 40,000.》
《You have acquired the ‘Perfect Devil Box’.》
《Your Level has risen.》
《Your Level has risen.》
《Your Level has risen.》
《Your Level has risen.》
《Through acquiring massive Experience Points and achieving a transcendent feat, your ‘Limit Level’ has been forcibly breached.》
《Your Level has risen.》
No matter how many times he read them, the messages struck with undeniable intensity.
What first caught his eye was the series of announcements about his Level rising.
Having defeated the Demon God Balzac, the Cursed Immortal, and Lord Arbanir simultaneously, his Level had skyrocketed.
A dramatic surge so potent it had cleanly shattered his Limit Level.
‘Minus seventy-nine levels.’
With this, his Level had now reached –79.
The finish line was still distant, but hope gleamed on the horizon.
‘My remaining Limited Lifespan is four hundred ninety-four days.’
To avoid death, he had to reach Level 1 before that deadline passed.
Eighty levels remained.
At first, he’d honestly thought it impossible.
Even in a normal state it would be grueling, and the Experience Points required to level up seemed to increase exponentially.
And yet…….
‘It’s possible.’
Crunch!
He clenched his fist.
He could do it. He had to do it.
In mere two months since his Regression, he had slain a Lord of the Abyss.
Who could have imagined it?
A human—killing a Lord of the Abyss with his own hands.
Everyone had spoken in unison: it was impossible.
But he did it.
He turned the impossible into the possible.
In the same way, reaching Level 1 would certainly be achievable.
‘…The Perfect Devil Box.’
He tapped the message, and a small black box came into view.
It had nothing particularly distinctive about it.
Yet this was the first time he’d seen a box called the “Perfect Devil Box”—not just an ordinary Devil Box.
‘Han Shin monopolized every Devil Box.’
Curious, wasn’t it?
Han Shin had hunted Half-Demons with desperation.
He never gave ground.
And so he’d claimed every single Devil Box for himself.
Why?
What reason drove him to try so hard?
Looking at Han Shin’s usual behavior, it was definitely out of character.
Much less a box bearing the name “Perfect.”
There was no point waiting any longer.
‘Open.’
Bang!
《The Perfect Devil Box opens.》
《Fortune converges, transforming the Devil Box’s contents into something more radiant!》
The Easter Egg (001)’s power manifested once more.
And the fortune it brought had never disappointed him.
What could possibly be inside?
“……Huh.”
Park Chan-woo exhaled sharply after seeing the contents.
What lay within was nothing like what he’d imagined.
‘……So that’s why he wanted to monopolize it at any cost.’
The reason Han Shin had put his all into hunting Half-Demons.
Park Chan-woo reached into the box and drew out its contents.
Then.
《You have obtained the Brilliant Lord’s Spectacles (Eternal, -79Lv)!》

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