Level -99 Archmage - Chapter 92

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Episode 92. Awaken
‘……The dimension is different.’
Yi Hyuk-soo trembled as he watched the two monsters clash.
The Guardian Warrior who had appeared was Level 109.
A warrior from a realm so distant that even the digits of their levels differed.
Merely watching him from afar sent shivers down his spine, and even meeting his gaze was difficult—such was the gap in standing.
All of the beings Yi Hyuk-soo had ever faced combined would not measure up to this one Guardian Warrior.
If the Guardian Warrior were to charge at him……
No, there would be no need to charge.
The sheer force of his aura alone would crush him.
His body would suffocate under the Guardian Warrior’s overwhelming presence and then shatter from the strain.
The only mercy was that the Guardian Warrior’s gaze was fixed solely on the Prophet.
Yi Hyuk-soo could only manage to breathe where he stood.
The Prophet, however, did far more than merely meet the Guardian Warrior’s gaze.
……He was locked in fierce combat.
‘……I can’t even see the movements.’
Beyond Heaven.
That distant sky Yi Hyuk-soo would never reach even if he spent a lifetime honing his craft.
In a world invisible to the naked eye, the two exchanged blows.
Only sporadic sounds reached him, and there was no way to count how many exchanges passed between those violent thunderclaps.
Boom! Boom! Rumble!
The pillars supporting the Palace collapsed like dominoes, one after another.
The floor buckled inward, dust swirled thick in the air, and the Palace’s interior descended into chaos.
Yi Hyuk-soo found himself unable to move.
One misstep would sweep him into the vortex of their battle.
……Yet.
‘Can this even be called a fight?’
It was a war, not a fight.
The scale transcended what could be dismissed as a one-on-one duel.
It had long since surpassed the level of mortal combat.
Yi Hyuk-soo was witnessing a battlefield of gods.
This was the world beyond Level 99.
The dimension of Non-Self, experienced only by those who had transcended Level 100.
‘There’s no place for me……’
Gulp.
Yi Hyuk-soo’s expression grew tense.
His mouth went dry.
His eyes could barely track their afterimages.
This was not a place where he belonged.
From the beginning, there had been no space for him here.
‘Now I understand. The Legendary Quest. Why they granted the title Witness of Legend.’
Understanding dawned at last.
Why the title “Witness of Legend” had been given to everyone.
Simple.
All who entered on the second night were spectators.
They could not be reduced to a single line in this legendary tale.
Yi Hyuk-soo had merely been granted the opportunity to observe from closest range.
He was nothing more than a complete bystander.
There was only one thing he could do.
Watch without leaving until this story reached its end.
That was all Yi Hyuk-soo could do.
‘That is……the Prophet’s power.’
Thump-thump! Thump-thump!
His heart raced wildly.
He had always known the Prophet was a tremendous being.
But this was the first time he had witnessed him move and engage directly in combat.
Against the Guardian Warrior, he was not losing ground at all.
As time went on, he even began to dominate.
The way he manipulated particles especially—it was like watching ethereal magic unfold.
‘What level is he, exactly?’
He’d been considering it for some time now.
The Level was so extraordinarily high that he’d assumed errors, glitches, were occurring.
That theory crystallized in this very moment.
Facing a Level 109 Guardian Warrior with such ease meant he’d surpassed even that threshold.
Perhaps what the Prophet was displaying now was only a fraction of his true power.
It was impossible to gauge.
What heights was he truly operating at?
‘I want to reach that level too.’
Though unseen by eye, Yi Hyuk-soo felt it through pure instinct.
He closed his eyes.
Only then did a mental image begin to form in his mind’s eye.
How the battle was unfolding.
Who attacked, who defended, who held the advantage.
His head felt ready to split just from processing that single image.
‘I won’t miss this.’
Yi Hyuk-soo understood instinctively.
Combat at this level would not come often, if ever again.
Though his mind’s processing speed couldn’t quite keep pace with the reality unfolding before him, he crammed and forced every detail into his consciousness.
You had to understand to reach it.
You had to perceive another dimension’s existence before you could break through the wall.
It might be unreachable, impossible even, but Yi Hyuk-soo devoted every ounce of his mind to following the two combatants’ exchange.
Even if death came in this pursuit, he would have no regrets.
“You……!”
Crack-crack!
That was when it happened.
The Guardian Warrior ground his teeth.
Each vicious sweep of his Great Sword was routinely blocked by those dark crimson particles.
It was like watching an automatic shield defend itself.
Judging that direct engagement offered no opening, he’d feinted his attacks several times to draw out the particles, only to find them eerily untouched—as though every move was already anticipated.
As if the man could see straight through him.
What infuriated him most was the challenger’s demeanor.
“You’re not fighting at full strength!”
The man was toying with him.
Testing his newfound abilities—chipping away, bit by bit, measuring himself.
Was this what it felt like to be an experimental rat?
He’d transcended the level of merely absorbing Agzos.
He was stronger.
Faster, and yet more refined.
The man was displaying a form of combat uncanny and unlike anything before.
He wielded the black particles like a whip, used them as a shield, moved them in countless configurations.
All while paying the Guardian Warrior barely any mind.
How could anyone not be enraged?
No one had ever shown such contempt in his presence!
‘That’s not his full power?’
Even Yi Hyuk-soo, listening from a distance, went cold.
Even this formidable Guardian Warrior was ground down to frustration.
And the man had barely drawn on his full strength.
If the Prophet unleashed his true power, Yi Hyuk-soo couldn’t even imagine what would happen.
“Now I understand.”
At the same moment.
Park Chan-woo nodded, ignoring the Guardian Warrior’s words entirely.
This power gained so suddenly.
Born from merging with the rampant Agzos, now worn like a second skin.
The particles enveloping him were proof.
Now he grasped how to wield it.
‘It’s not an ability confined to merely swinging it around.’
But that wasn’t all there was to it.
Simple wielding would never unlock its depths.
Only by examining it more carefully could he reach the truth this phenomenon was attempting to convey.
What were these particles, truly?
It moves automatically without conscious thought, yet grows stronger the moment consciousness engages it.
So he swung it, struck with it, tested its limits.
Yet even that was not enough.
Flick!
……He extended his tongue and caught the particles on it.
Madness, pure madness.
To hold unconfirmed energy in his mouth and swallow it.
And the sight of it—inauspicious beyond measure.
Dangerous enough that death would have been no surprise, yet Park Chan-woo gave it no thought.
Instead, he rolled the swallowed particles across his tongue like a man savoring wine.
Gulp.
Then swallowed them down in one motion.
‘Mm.’
Soon he felt the particles bounce back out.
They slipped naturally from his body.
What did this mean?
After repeating the same action several times, he finally understood.
‘These particles—they’re all magic. And not just any magic, but the primordial magic that Agzos possessed.’
Inherent Magic Power—the originating force that dwelt within him from birth.
Some called Inherent Magic Power the ‘soul.’
These were quite literally Agzos’s very existence itself.
Yet Inherent Magic Power normally cannot be seen.
It should not be felt at all.
It is not something that flies free and flails about like this.
And yet he could see it, could make it move, could reshape it.
“Ah.”
Park Chan-woo trembled as one truth crystallized in his mind.
It was Inherent Magic Power, and at the same time—
‘It is magic itself.’
This was magic in its purest form.
But magic still incomplete.
The Inherent Magic Power now surrounding his entire body was nothing but ‘points.’
Connect those points into ‘lines,’ shape them into ‘planes,’ and only then would it become true magic.
Only then could he truly wield the magic of ‘Agzos.’
The very thread that would birth an entirely new form of magic!
His heart quickened with urgency.
‘I must complete it within the remaining time, transfigure it into perfected magic.’
Twenty minutes remained.
Could it be done?
‘I will create magic.’
Even for the Dragon clan, originators of magic itself, this would not be simple—and that was an understatement.
Dragon God Sephiro had birthed countless magics, yet Park Chan-woo was no Dragon God Sephiro.
More than that, Sephiro himself had likely never attempted to transmute an existence—a being itself—into magic in this manner.
‘Agzos’s Inherent Magic Power. Yet not ordinary. Something has warped it.’
That was why he hadn’t recognized it sooner.
It had been transformed, corrupted, altered.
It was undoubtedly Agzos’s Inherent Magic Power, but it bore little resemblance to what was conventionally understood as such.
He turned his thoughts to the source of this change.
‘Beyond the Zero Realm. The Negative World.’
There was no other answer.
Agzos, having experienced Negative Level through the God of Oath, had witnessed things in that domain that should never be seen.
Things that shook and rewove the soul itself.
The God of Sacrifice.
But if what dwelt there truly was the God of Sacrifice—
……then other things must have been there as well.
For instance.
‘Other sealed beings—including Dragon God Sephiro’s human form…….’
Were they confined to that realm of negation?
The sacrifices used for the return?
Or everything he himself had ever offered?
Park Chan-woo had found the God of Sacrifice within the Chalice of the God of Sacrifice, that deity of offerings, but this being had existed long before.
If it had persisted since the distant reaches of antiquity, there must have been other masters who came before.
The offerings they had presented would have been countless.
Perhaps Agzos had witnessed all of them.
‘Something that was there must have latched onto Agzos.’
There was no other way to account for this transformation.
There was something that drove Agzos to rampage.
Something that clung to him, exerting a profound influence…….
“Don’t let your attention wander, human!”
The Guardian Warrior’s entire body burned red-hot.
It was utterly intolerable.
The creature stood right before him and yet did something else entirely.
His mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with something wholly different—the Guardian Warrior wasn’t even worth noticing.
Such insufferable arrogance.
“Let’s see if you can dismiss this as well.”
Whoooosh!
The Guardian Warrior unleashed all his magical power.
At that instant, afterimages of the Guardian Warrior, formed from pure magic, began to manifest one after another.
Then ten phantom forms crystallized like split bodies.
His ultimate technique—Purgatory.
In a heartbeat, ten phantom clones encircled Park Chan-woo.
The cost in magical power was immense, yet from the moment the target found himself trapped within, his death was a foregone certainty.
The clones were identical to the Guardian Warrior himself.
Each moved independently, converging solely on the target’s destruction.
There was no conceivable way those tiny particles could withstand death approaching from eleven directions at once.
It was the Guardian Warrior’s greatest technique.
Ten phantom clones.
One true body.
Yet without identifying and destroying his original form, victory would remain forever out of reach.
‘Victory is mine, you fool.’
The Guardian Warrior was certain of his triumph.
He would tear that arrogant wretch to pieces.
And so.
In the moment when all the phantom clones and the Guardian Warrior himself surged forward as one.
“……Awaken, Agzos.”

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