Level -99 Archmage - Chapter 83

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Episode 83. Infinite Glory
Hidden Trait, Eternal Sword!
Another Hidden Trait he possessed.
‘Orc Master Kankun. This is the power you gave to me.’
On the tenth floor of the Tower of Pride, when he faced death itself.
Orc Master Kankun had offered his own heart as a sacrifice to save Park Chan-woo’s life.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he devoted not merely his heart but his entire existence solely to Park Chan-woo’s survival.
Park Chan-woo remembered it clearly.
The will Kankun had left behind for him.
-Offer my heart as a sacrifice to this warrior. And together, slay the Witch of Darkness. I entrust our clan’s vengeance to you.
Time spent with Kankun had not mattered.
Though they had met not long before, Kankun had called Park Chan-woo “warrior.”
He had simply believed, without the slightest doubt.
Was it not foolish?
Was it not senseless?
How could one entrust one’s heart, one’s life, one’s very existence entirely to another?
And yet.
Though truly unwise……
Park Chan-woo remembered.
He remembered Kankun’s valor and Kankun’s tenderness.
Kankun had been a magnificent warrior.
He had overcome the fear of death, forgiven Adora for slaughtering his clan, and moreover possessed a spirit of sacrifice so profound that he had surrendered himself.
‘I would have done it myself regardless, Kankun.’
Yet even without Kankun’s plea, Park Chan-woo had no intention of leaving the Witch of Darkness unmolested.
Like the other Creators, he meant to bankrupt her and erase her very existence.
The Witch of Darkness’s purpose was to create the Lord of Pride and bring chaos upon the world.
In that process, Earth and humanity would be swept away like grains of sand upon a shore.
Much less could she be forgiven—she who had deceived Adora and Kankun.
There was no possibility of letting her be.
Park Chan-woo’s eyes blazed once more.
‘Witch of Darkness. You will never achieve what you desire.’
Neither the creation of the Lord of Pride, nor the recovery of the Wish and the Star of Pride.
The Witch of Darkness would accomplish not a single thing.
…especially not the dragon before him—he was the Witch of Darkness’s lackey.
If the creature mistook him for the Dragon God Sefiro, he could exploit that fully.
It was even possible to hinder the Witch of Darkness and deal her a decisive blow.
Tap.
Park Chan-woo brought the Lion King’s Great Sword to the dragon’s throat and spoke.
“What is your name?”
He asked naturally for a name.
Sefiro.
He didn’t assume the creature knew the names of all the other dragons.
Particularly, the Clan of Despair stood at a distance from Sefiro’s inner circle.
How could Sefiro know a member of a clan who wasn’t even in his circle?
Park Chan-woo’s reasoning struck true.
“Ah, I am Ataraksia……!”
“Ataraksia. You died here.”
“……Yes. I am deserving of death. Death is only my due. However, all of this was my action alone—please, spare my clan…….”
A dragon serves a witch.
Could there be anything more shameful?
Given Sefiro’s temperament, he might erase the entire clan from existence.
At Ataraksia’s earnest plea, Park Chan-woo slowly withdrew the Greatsword.
“……?”
As doubt flickered across Ataraksia’s eyes, Park Chan-woo smiled faintly.
“You never saw me, and likewise, you never found what you were searching for. Henceforth, the tasks the Witch of Darkness assigns you will continue to fail.”
“……!”
Ataraksia grasped at once what Park Chan-woo’s words meant.
The Ataraksia of before was dead.
Born anew, he was to obey not the Witch of Darkness but the Dragon God Sefiro!
Unless he had misunderstood, it had to be exactly so.
“…Yes. I saw nothing. Moreover, every task handed down by the Witch of Darkness will fail.”
Ataraksia’s demeanor was grave beyond measure.
There emanated from him a solemnity so complete that he seemed ready to die at a moment’s notice.
Watching Ataraksia’s endless misunderstanding, Park Chan-woo drove the final wedge home.
“You recognized me at a glance and wielded the Witch of Darkness as a tool. Your actions have piqued my interest.”
“Ah…! Y-yes, what an honor!”
And there was but one reason why Sefiro acted as he did.
Interest.
Everything Sefiro did could be explained by a single principle: interest.
Indeed, upon meeting Park Chan-woo, had he not shown profound fascination and attempted to dissect him?
With interest alone, Sefiro would pardon even a traitor and grant forgiveness.
Without it, he would treat someone with complete indifference—or worse, reveal the cruelest facet of his nature.
‘The Dragon God Sefiro has taken an interest in me…!’
Hope, not despair, blazed in Ataraksia’s eyes.
What glory this was.
Though his crimes deserved death a hundred times over, mercy had been shown; he had been spared.
Because the Dragon God had found him interesting.
His body trembled.
Trembled with joy.
Waves of emotion, like a tidal surge, swept through his entire frame.
Never in his life had he felt anything so intensely.
A single glance, a moment of attention—an excess of reaction by any measure—yet it revealed the depth of sincerity with which the Dragon Clan regarded their god.
‘I have been chosen.’
To be of interest to Sefiro was to be chosen.
No one in the Clan of Despair had ever achieved such a thing.
It seemed that concealing his dragon nature through the Witch of Darkness and carrying out his task had captured Sefiro’s interest.
Most of all, recognizing him as Sefiro at a glance appeared to have earned him considerable favor.
Had he been any other dragon, certainty would have been impossible.
It required having already comprehended both the Wish and the Star of Pride through the Witch of Darkness.
“Ataraksia.”
“Yes!”
Sefiro had called his name—truly called it!
It seemed like a dream.
Park Chan-woo’s smile faded as he beheld Ataraksia’s dramatic reaction.
“There is a task I need you to perform for me.”
“I await your command.”
Ataraksia bowed deeply.
He did not ask what the task might be.
The will burned fiercely within him: whatever the Dragon God Sefiro commanded, he would accomplish.
‘He’s swallowed it whole.’
Thanks to displaying the Hidden Trait Eternal Sword, Ataraksia harbored not even a whisper of doubt.
Should he ever discover that all of this was deception and fabrication, the backlash would be unimaginable—yet the likelihood was slim.
Unless he were to meet Sefiro in person.
But nowhere along the path to the Dragon God Temple did the Clan of Despair maintain a presence.
Ataraksia was merely a member, not the leader of his clan.
He would never encounter Sefiro directly.
“I will ascend the Path of Light. To bind the feet of those who pursue.”
“Your command is received.”
Park Chan-woo nodded slightly.
Yi Hyeok-soo was spent, and exposing himself further carried too great a risk.
The eye of the Moon had not yet reached this place.
But it was only a matter of time.
The Moon hanging in the sky was Aheta’s eye.
That gaze was now sweeping across every corner of the Second Night.
Searching for the intruder Ataraksia and for him who conducted the Legendary Quest.
‘Once Ataraksia draws attention, my Legendary Quest will proceed unhindered.’
He intended to cast Ataraksia out as bait.
By concentrating all of Aheta’s attention upon Ataraksia, he would resolve the Legendary Quest in the interim.
“Leave everything to me, exalted one.”
He was truly dependable.
It felt like he’d been given an army of ten thousand soldiers.
As a gesture of goodwill, Park Chan-woo added one more word.
“I believe in you alone, Ataraksia.”
“……Yes!”
She looked ready to cry.
Barely suppressing a smirk, Park Chan-woo returned the Lion King’s Great Sword to Yi Hyeok-soo.
Then he walked slowly away, following the Path of Light.
* * *
Han Sin followed the Path of Light.
Somewhere along this passage, someone would be undertaking a Legendary Quest.
Though he didn’t know who, it was clear the Doppelgängers alone weren’t enough for them.
Then again, Aheta had humbled his pride enough to ask Han Sin directly for help.
If someone had already unlocked a Legendary Quest, they were no ordinary opponent.
‘The intruder. Or that Mage, perhaps.’
As Yi Hyeok-soo had said, it could be the intruder.
There was even a possibility the intruder had simultaneously unlocked the Legendary Quest.
But what if not?
Only one person came to Han Sin’s mind.
The Mage who’d slain Sushin during the Dungeon Abyss and conquered the Tower of Pride.
That man who’d stood beside the Witch of Darkness Adora, watching Han Sin with scorn in his eyes.
He hoped it was the latter.
If it was the Mage and not an intruder, it would be far more entertaining.
‘I hope he doesn’t disappoint me.’
What did worry him, though.
Was that Han Sin’s own power had grown formidable.
Han Sin raised a thin, sharp blade into the air.
A beautiful silver sword with the form of a dragon etched into its blade.
The Pursuer’s Sword—a treasure of Legendary Grade.
What was remarkable about this blade wasn’t merely its grade.
‘The Pursuer’s Sword. My exclusive equipment.’
It was Exclusive Equipment prepared solely for Han Sin.
This arrangement had been Aheta’s doing.
Though he’d been robbed of his ‘arrangement’ once before.
This time, no such thing had occurred.
After all, this was equipment no one else could even equip if they purchased it.
There’d be no reason to forcibly acquire it.
Moreover, perhaps because it truly was Exclusive Equipment, it fit his hand perfectly.
It swung with natural ease, as if his hands were moving of their own accord.
Simply grasping the blade filled him with vitality.
Until now, he hadn’t been serious, but since facing the Mage, Han Sin had devoted himself earnestly to honing his martial prowess.
Having unleashed his true dedication, shouldn’t he test his strength against his opponent?
‘I hope he doesn’t flee at the sight of this legion.’
Han Sin smiled and turned leisurely to look back.
An immense army of Doppelgängers followed behind him.
Even without the Doppelgängers, he could handle a Mage alone.
But if the man realized defeat was certain and fled instead, Han Sin would be deeply disappointed.
“Hm?”
That was when it happened.
On the Path of Light.
Far ahead, someone appeared.
There was someone who didn’t retreat even upon seeing the Doppelgänger legion.
That man stood calmly, instead regarding Han Sin in return.
With an unwavering composure.
As if he’d been waiting all along.
‘Who is he?’
But he was a stranger, unfamiliar to Han Sin’s eyes.
He was clearly a pursuer, yet not the Mage Han Sin had anticipated.
Who could he possibly be?
All those who’d faced the Doppelgänger legion had fled in haste.
Not a single exception existed.
But then there came an exception.
The man stood directly in his path and showed no sign of moving aside.
‘Could he be an intruder?’
It was possible.
Yet no matter how he looked at it, the man was human—from Earth.
He’d been told intruders belonged to a different race entirely.
Then it happened.
“Wind, rise and howl with the despair of my command.”
The man—Ataraksia—opened his mouth.
In that instant.
A low, rumbling growl.
A deafening roar.
A terrible magic infused with the Dragon Language of Despair.
A violent gust of wind began to surge toward Han Sin like a gathering typhoon.

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