Level -99 Archmage - Chapter 131

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Chapter 131. Divine Beast’s Egg
He’d faced a situation like this before. He was certain of it.
That day when he’d cried out for someone to save him.
In that haze of fading consciousness, there had been someone who’d rescued him without asking for anything in return.
Someone who’d pulled him free from the demon and given him a new life.
Han Min-o had changed after that day.
He’d worked harder, given his all, and learned to look back at the life he’d once turned away from.
He no longer shrank back from the cruel hand of fate.
He didn’t resent Han Shin for being his older brother, and his father’s indifference no longer weighed on him.
“You are….”
Han Min-o forced his lips open, though they seemed fused together.
Blood boiled in his throat like phlegm, but he paid it no mind.
The voice belonged unmistakably to that man.
The stranger who’d passed by.
The man who’d now saved him three times over!
“Why… do you keep saving me?”
There was no price he could offer.
He’d never received kindness like this in his entire life.
People had approached him with false interest when they saw the label “second son of Han Yeon Group,” but the moment they realized he was hollow inside, they’d turned away just as quickly.
They’d pointed fingers and dismissed him as a rule.
No one had ever been the first to extend a hand.
Much less three times over.
…Why was it?
When he’d been kidnapped, there’d been no time to think clearly enough to recognize him.
Yet the man hadn’t minded at all.
Instead, he’d even offered advice—that leaving would mean death.
It meant he didn’t expect repayment for his good deeds.
“Is there… something you want from me?”
Yet Han Min-o couldn’t bring himself to believe in help without price, in salvation without cost.
The first time could have been coincidence.
But when something happened twice, three times in a row, intention became undeniable.
There was no such thing as a free gift in this world.
That’s what he’d been taught.
“There is.”
Then the man—Park Chan-woo—opened his mouth for the first time.
He did want something, after all.
…As expected.
His breath would have stopped long ago if not for this man.
Having been saved three times over, he would give his very life if that’s what was demanded.
“Take… whatever you need….”
But he couldn’t finish the sentence.
His consciousness was fading, slipping through his fingers no matter how desperately he tried to hold on.
Han Min-o let his head fall.
He lost consciousness.
Watching him, Park Chan-woo considered the matter.
‘I’ll take your life, boy.’
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Park Chan-woo continued to observe Han Min-o carefully.
He needed to gauge whether the boy was a hypocrite or genuinely worth saving.
And whether Han Min-o truly carried the Divine Beast’s Egg was equally important.
‘He’s nothing like Han Shin.’
Han Min-o’s behavior.
His nature, his speech patterns, his instinctive reactions—Park Chan-woo observed them all and drew his conclusion.
Han Min-o was fundamentally different from Han Shin.
The differences ran so deep it seemed impossible they shared the same blood.
Han Shin would never have approached a group of civilians seeking help genuinely.
He would have procured what they needed and attempted to trade for it.
And when the Avatars gave chase, Han Shin would have fled without hesitation, abandoning the group without remorse.
The outcome was predictable.
At least five hundred civilian casualties would have resulted.
But Han Min-o did not.
‘Sacrifice,’ he thought.
That was something Han Shin lacked.
If that selfish, personal, calculating bastard were to speak of self-sacrifice, Park Chan-woo was certain he could laugh until his sides ached.
So he had saved him.
He had determined it was worth saving.
At least Han Min-o seemed destined to walk a different path than Han Shin.
The type who could never become an Avatar.
Park Chan-woo placed his hand upon the unconscious Han Min-o’s chest.
Whirrrr—
In that instant, a Wavelength thrummed through his fingertips.
But the Wavelength emanating from within was utterly unstable.
‘This Wavelength is… not ordinary.’
It was entirely different from the Mana Wavelength he had felt before.
Different in magnitude, intensity, and form alike.
It was a type of Wavelength he had never encountered.
‘The Creators judged that Han Min-o was not a Divine Beast contractor.’
The reason they left all the Avatars free to hunt him down.
There must have been consent from the Creators.
Because Han Min-o showed none of the signs that a Divine Beast contractor ought to display.
Even facing death, he had simply wielded his sword like any ordinary man.
That was why they tried to kill him.
Deeming him worthless, they likely withdrew preparations for a large-scale snipe Abyss.
But the Creators had overlooked something.
‘He was cradling an egg.’
Watching the Wavelength grow gradually stronger, his reasoning seemed correct.
Han Min-o was not a Divine Beast contractor—he was a nest.
He had become a vessel for the Divine Beast’s egg to incubate.
And that egg—
‘It is hatching now.’
The egg had cracked open.
An ominous Wavelength was pouring forth from the fractured shell.
That Wavelength was swiftly consuming Han Min-o’s Mana Wavelength.
Once the egg hatched completely, it would devour Han Min-o’s life and reveal itself to the world.
That was not all.
‘The Wavelength of the Divine Beast cradling the egg is mixed in as well.’
There were two distinct types of Wavelength he could sense.
Both were gnawing away at Han Min-o’s life with tremendous force.
With such an enormous presence finally attempting to manifest, how could a mere human body endure it?
‘What am I to do?’
Park Chan-woo deliberated.
He knew little about Divine Beast ecology.
Divine Beasts dwelt in the rifts and cracks between the Abyss, and since each appearance was treated as a calamity, it was impossible to study them properly.
Naturally, information about Divine Beasts was extremely limited.
But if he did nothing, Han Min-o would certainly die.
‘To save Han Min-o, I must remove the egg.’
Of course, even so, there was no guarantee that Han Min-o would survive.
Yet he could not simply stand by and watch.
Since he had chosen to save him once, he meant to see it through to the end.
Park Chan-woo traced the Mana Wavelength back to its source.
In Moon Lord Aheta’s Treasure Vault, he had learned to identify Wavelengths in ways that maximized their intensity, but locating the very source from which the Wavelength flowed was a more difficult matter.
Honestly, he had never attempted it before.
‘It bears resemblance to Corruption…’
Even so, it carried traces similar to Mental Corruption.
Park Chan-woo had a comparable experience.
He had been taken to the brink of Mental Corruption by Baek Kyung Charpom, a dimensional wanderer.
From that, he had gained some deeper understanding of the nature of Mana Wavelengths.
Which meant—
‘I can do this.’
He would not stop at merely finding the source.
To that degree, he could not remove the egg.
《Beginning to Harmonize with Han Min-o.》
He collides his own wavelength with Han Min-o’s wavelength.
They collide and seep into each other, blending into one.
But touching a wavelength is an extraordinarily perilous act.
One misstep, and Park Chan-woo himself could be reduced to dust by the Abyss’s poison.
And yet… he began to understand.
Why the God of Sacrifice reading a Magical Wavelength was called “the quality of a Grand Sorcerer.”
‘A Magical Wavelength isn’t merely a shield protecting existence from the Abyss’s poison.’
A Magical Wavelength is existence itself.
The force that protects existence, that allows it to be.
This wasn’t something humanity gained through Awakening—it was always there to begin with.
It was something all things shared in common.
Without a Magical Wavelength, things would blend.
They would become one complete whole, unable to recognize their own essence.
In a word.
‘The form of the soul.’
If innate Mana is the form of life.
Then the Magical Wavelength is the form of the soul.
Reading a wavelength was an understanding of the soul.
And that understanding of the soul—that was the quality of a Grand Sorcerer.
The origin of all existence.
An inquiry into essence itself!
Only those capable of this could truly be called a Grand Sorcerer.
A sharp hiss.
His fingertips felt as though they were burning away.
His entire body’s cells expanded wildly, a sensation of madness.
His heart seemed to beat at the tips of his fingers.
His flesh too had instinctively sensed the danger.
What he was doing now was a Taboo itself.
‘Breaking a Taboo. It’s the path a Mage should rightfully pursue.’
An act of intertwining his own soul with another’s.
Even if successful by some miracle, the consequences remained unknowable—a perilous gamble.
Yet Park Chan-woo laughed instead.
If he did not dare the impossible, if he retreated from what others called foolish, he would stagnate forever.
Even the talent he possessed would become nothing but kindling.
《Harmonization Rate: 100%.》
They seep together. Wavelengths blending, interweaving.
Park Chan-woo’s eyes opened onto another ‘world.’
It was Han Min-o’s world.
His memories become visible. His spirit, his soul—he feels it all.
Han Min-o himself, his entire composition, lay at his fingertips.
It’s dangerous.
One more step inward, and he would no longer distinguish between Han Min-o and himself.
There was even a risk he would become something entirely other—neither Park Chan-woo nor Han Min-o.
He needed to step back and survey his surroundings carefully.
He didn’t seek to become one with Han Min-o completely—his aim was to destroy the Divine Beast’s Egg.
It was the only way to save Han Min-o.
‘There it is.’
…One step back, and it appeared.
The Divine Beast’s Egg.
The egg was already half-broken.
It was gradually revealing itself.
At this rate, it would hatch before long.
To destroy the egg, he would need to Harmonize with it as well.
In other words.
‘To share his wavelength with two beings at once.’
He would need to raise his Harmonization Rate further.
Dangerous, yes—but he could see no other way.
Park Chan-woo amplified his wavelength even more intensely.
In that instant.
【Intruder who has breached the nest of the Destroyer Signus.】
A voice reached him.
Solemn and majestic—as if the very voice of a god.
Only then did Park Chan-woo perceive another ‘presence’ beyond the egg.
So vast that a single step backward could not encompass its form.
The parent who had laid and cherished this egg.
‘The Destroyer Signus?’
The Divine Beast that had incubated an egg within Han Min-o’s body was the Destroyer Signus?
Park Chan-woo shuddered.
He had never seen it with his own eyes, yet the legends of Signus were so renowned even in the Abyss.
The Destroyer that annihilates every Creative Abyss.
A Divine Beast of the highest hierarchy, feared even by the Lords.
【Cease. Should you blend your souls any further, you too shall not escape unscathed, Lord of Void.】

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