Level -99 Archmage - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120. The Brilliant Lord’s Glasses
Glasses.
An item that rarely appeared in the Abyss.
The frequency of their appearance was so sparse that they ranked among the rarest of all treasures.
‘Demons don’t have poor eyesight.’
They were objects the demons simply had no need for.
Not only demons—most of the goods that emerged from the Abyss had already existed in the worlds of the Twelve Races or species long since crumbled into dust.
Among those, only an extreme minority of races and beings had any use for something like glasses.
In practical terms, humans were the only exception.
Naturally, the supply itself was bound to be limited.
‘People with the Blacksmith class might mass-produce them later, but that would take time.’
There were likely no blacksmiths yet who could properly craft real ‘glasses.’
Of course, they bore little resemblance to spectacles made for people with poor vision.
They were crafted to chase after special effects unique to glasses alone.
For instance, effects like using Clairvoyance to identify traps, sensing the activation of spells, or translating ancient languages suited glasses best.
But here was the thing.
‘Glasses would be classified as tools rather than equipment.’
All glasses were classified as ‘auxiliary tools.’
Special instruments used only in specific circumstances.
Yet the Brilliant Lord’s Glasses were clearly a Grade-ranked piece of equipment.
Park Chan-woo held the glasses in his hand and examined them slowly.
Extremely thin and light, with a unique hue where silver and teal shimmered. The color shifted subtly depending on how the light caught them.
The delicate Rune Script carved inside the lenses was striking, though with so many runes layered atop one another, reading them proved difficult.
‘…Fire shall be revealed?’
It seemed countless phrases similar to this were inscribed throughout.
What fire did it mean to reveal?
Whether it was fire in the literal sense or a metaphor for something else.
One thing was certain: these glasses were not made by a blacksmith.
They were equipment crafted through advanced magic of the highest order.
‘I sense intense malice emanating from the glasses themselves.’
The problem was the thick ‘malice’ flowing from the entire front of the glasses.
This was the reason he hadn’t immediately checked the glasses’ information.
Such equipment often had a profound effect on the wearer, so one had to examine it as carefully as possible before putting it on.
Rare though it was, items made of ‘malice’ could even lay a curse simply by viewing their information.
The name Devil Box combined with this ‘malice’ had made him cautious.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, Park Chan-woo tilted his head.
He’d spotted a ‘marking’ on the inner rim of the glasses frame—so tiny he nearly missed it entirely.
“Wait….”
Something about this marking felt familiar.
A small demon perched atop a Möbius strip.
Park Chan-woo was certain he’d seen this marking before.
‘…It’s the mark of Dantalion.’
In that instant, his mind reeled.
Dantalion was renowned as an exceptional eccentric even among the seventy-two Lords of Hell.
Though his mark occasionally appeared hidden in equipment, those pieces were uniformly famous for possessing absurd options.
Ding!
《You have completed the investigation of the Brilliant Lord’s Glasses.》
《What cannot be known merely by reading the information window—a hidden marking left by a great being, discoverable only through close examination.》
《A talent of the Exceptional Investigator!》
《Intelligence rises by 3.》
《Dantalion sends you 5 Coins as a gift.》
《The equipment’s name is updated to ‘Brilliant Dantalion’s Glasses.’》
Having confirmed the messages that appeared, Park Chan-woo nodded inwardly.
When you examined objects directly like this, fortune sometimes smiled upon you.
All the more so when even the name itself had changed.
To glasses bearing the very name of ‘Dantalion’ inscribed upon them.
‘So that’s why the glasses gave off such a sense of malice.’
Though he’d kept it hidden, these were glasses with a Lord’s own name embedded in them.
No wonder an ill-fated aura clung to them, no matter how one tried to conceal it.
In any case, at least outwardly there was nothing amiss.
What remained was to peer into the depths.
Soon the equipment’s information window materialized before his eyes.
Name: Brilliant Dantalion’s Glasses
Level: -79
Grade: Eternal
Description: A pair of spectacles created directly by Dantalion, the eccentric Lord of the Abyss, who possessed countless powers. He embedded one of his authorities into the glasses with special precision to torment the Lords who stood against him.
★ The ‘Brilliant’ effect amplifies unique abilities twofold and strengthens one unique option.
Equipped Slot: Glasses
Defense: 300 (150+150)
Attack Power: 300 (150+150)
Durability: 10,000
Unique Option:
(1) You can distinguish Avatars contracted with the Lord of the Abyss without condition.
Additional Special Option:
(1) Avatars of Lords ranked below ‘Dantalion’ suffer 10% weakening.
Treated as equipment, his attack power and defense had increased.
But what was more remarkable than that was the unique option.
The fundamental reason Han Shin had thrown himself into hunting half-demon creatures!
‘…I can find Avatars.’
It was an extraordinary gain.
The contract between Creator and Avatar was law to keep secret.
Ordinarily, only the parties themselves could ever detect such a thing.
But through the authority of Dantalion the Demon Lord, it was now possible to distinguish Avatars.
An ability befitting a Demon Lord who ignored the rules of the Abyss.
Yet to compress such power into mere spectacles.
‘Does everything that comes from the Devil Box relate to Avatars?’
Not all the items bearing the name ‘Dantalion’ would be among them.
Rather, because they were Avatar-related, the odds that Han Shin had protected them desperately were quite high.
Han Shin was the one who had played the role of mankind’s savior.
If someone else obtained equipment with a similar option from the Devil Box, it would become troublesome.
As time passed, distrust of Avatars grew ever more rampant.
If the truth about Avatars came to light, that bastard’s heroic pretense would end that very day.
‘A thorough cleanup is indeed necessary.’
There were many Avatars.
More than expected—far more.
Like maggots writhing endlessly.
If not removed, they were a tumor eating away at humanity, a cancerous mass.
For now they operated quietly, but once the Avatar ratio reached a certain threshold, they would no longer hide.
Instead they would move to overthrow nations and seize control.
Having witnessed such chaos once before, he could not simply stand by and watch.
‘Titles.’
Victory in the confrontation with Balzac was not the only reward he had gained.
He had evolved, and new titles had been added.
Park Chan-woo checked his Status Window to confirm them.
Lord Slayer: ‘Threat’ effect against all Lords of the Abyss
True Demon Hunter: ‘Fear’ effect against all Avatars
Ah.
He smiled faintly.
The title that had once been ‘Creator’s Natural Enemy’ had evolved into ‘Lord Slayer,’ its scope and effect transformed.
‘An unbreakable spirit against Creators has become threat.’
Moreover, it was an effect that applied not just to Creators but to ‘all Lords of the Abyss.’
Threat—literally an effect that made the opponent tense and wary.
And what of True Demon Hunter?
All Avatars instinctively felt fear in his presence.
Naturally they would be unnerved, unable to exercise their true abilities.
…This effect would apply even to Han Shin, who was himself an Avatar.
“Dagon.”
Whoosh!
The moment he spoke the name of the Demon Merchant Dagon, smoke billowed before his eyes and Dagon materialized.
Still in that same awkward posture, absorbed in a book as before.
Lying on the floor, he seemed to be turning pages as if savoring each one.
“…Is this perhaps intentional?”
Why did he always summon him only when reading books?
Yet Park Chan-woo, observing Dagon, could only tilt his head in confusion.
“You’ve become quite resplendent.”
Dagon’s entire form was covered in gold ornaments.
Adorned with all manner of jewels, he resembled nothing so much as a sudden-rich parvenu.
When Park Chan-woo asked, Dagon rose from his seat and bowed deeply.
“Ahem, it’s all thanks to you, contractor. I achieved first place in sales among all the merchants during this Second Night and received quite a substantial reward!”
“So you indulged yourself?”
“Indulgence? No, it’s an investment. Without this level of adornment, other demon merchants won’t respect me.”
“…Is that so?”
The world of demon merchants was utterly inscrutable to him.
To his eye, it looked like compensatory psychology.
Dagon, who had once performed poorly and been disrespected, had now tasted genuine success and begun affecting grand airs.
“Yes. And the performance announcement ceremony was truly spectacular. I humbled Bivola’s pride, you see. Oh, how I wish you’d been there to witness it.”
Dagon seemed utterly thrilled.
He rattled on without being asked.
All of this was thanks to Park Chan-woo spending large quantities of Fame at the Fame Shop.
Snap!
Dagon clapped his hands and continued.
“Ah! My Grade has risen as well, so the range of items I can sell has expanded. If there’s anything you need, please ask for it.”
When Dagon first contracted with Park Chan-woo, his Grade had dropped significantly.
But this one great success had allowed him to recover.
He had returned to Ancient Grade.
Not only that, but the Merchant Guild had taken great notice of him.
The Second Night.
Though numerous Demon Merchant Guilds distributed throughout the Abyss selected only the finest merchants to admit, Dagon—who had received no expectations whatsoever—had emerged as the ultimate victor.
A miracle.
If he pressed this momentum and acquired more Value to raise his Grade, Dagon’s name would echo throughout the entire Abyss!
Yet Dagon could only conduct business with Park Chan-woo.
He was bound by an exclusive contract.
Which meant that acquiring Value required Park Chan-woo’s help as an absolute necessity.
Dagon’s eyes gleamed.
With his Grade raised, he could now sell items of even greater Value.
‘Sephiro is a god.’
Thump-thump!
Dagon’s heart raced.
Ever since becoming entangled with him, everything had proceeded smoothly.
‘Surely he must need something extraordinary. A treasure, a Value vast enough to carry him to the next Grade!’
He was immensely curious to learn just how much Value would be requested this time.
Presently, Park Chan-woo slowly opened his mouth.
“I need paint.”
“…Pardon?”
“Paint that can only be seen under special conditions. Do you have such a thing?”
“…Is that enough?”
“A brush would be nice as well.”
Stagger!
Dagon’s body half-collapsed.
He had just heard something utterly unexpected.
He—the star of the merchant world—had just risen to prominence.
If needed, he could even procure treasures beyond measure.
Paint? A brush?
“…Can’t you just go to the stationery shop next door and buy some?”

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