Level -99 Archmage - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93. Magic Creation
Through various methods of examination, Park Chan-woo came to understand.
These particles were the smallest unit that constituted magic itself.
The key to creating entirely new forms of magic.
Yet humanity had never created magic from nothing.
All they had ever done was take existing magic and use it.
Everyone believed that magic creation was the sole province of the dragon race.
But then—
‘I can make it.’
Park Chan-woo thought.
This corrupted Unique Mana—if I use it correctly, couldn’t I form an entirely new framework?
Connecting point to point, layering line upon line, completing it as a surface.
Wouldn’t an entirely different form of magic take shape?
The problem was time.
Less than twenty minutes remained—barely that.
No matter how exceptional one’s creative ability, crafting a new spell within that window was impossible.
And yet Park Chan-woo did not surrender.
His mind was racing faster than it ever had before.
‘Reconstruct the particles.’
These particles were arranged according to a specific principle.
Namely, the flow of mana that once constituted the very existence of the ‘rampaging Agzos.’
Right now, he was essentially enveloped within Agzos’s existence itself.
To take this arrangement and reconstruct it.
But this was not a task that could be accomplished by thought alone.
The mana had already corrupted.
Its Mana Pattern and nature must differ distinctly from what the original Agzos possessed.
One careless touch and it would shatter entirely.
Which left a far more pressing problem.
‘What’s clinging to it?’
Beyond the Zero Domain, something had attached itself to Agzos.
He had to discover what it was.
Only then could he understand the true intention of the ‘Sacrifice God.’
For experiencing the world beyond Level 99 surely wasn’t the only thing the ‘Sacrifice God’ sought to convey.
There was more.
Deeper intentions that he had yet to perceive.
Park Chan-woo examined the particles again and again.
Black and red particles.
The black particles belonged to Agzos; the red ones were the ‘other thing’ that clung to him.
‘I can’t feel any mana from these red particles at all.’
They adhered to the black particles, siphoning their mana as if it were their own.
As though it were theirs by right.
What could it be?
No.
……Who could it be?
‘If this, too, is Unique Mana, then it must be a completely different entity from Agzos.’
Not a living being, yet undeniably some form of ‘existence.’
He fixed his gaze upon the black and red particles, carefully separating them in his mind.
And there, a peculiar Mana Pattern emerged.
For reasons he couldn’t explain, it felt strangely familiar.
Then, in the next moment, he understood why.
‘……It’s the same as my Mana Pattern.’
A sharp intake of breath.
Identical to his own Mana Pattern that manifested when he cast magic.
Every Mage possessed a unique Mana Pattern.
Gather one hundred Mages, and one hundred different patterns emerge.
Gather a thousand, ten thousand—and never will two patterns match perfectly.
Yet these red particles before him matched his pattern with one hundred percent fidelity.
And yet these red particles were not his Unique Mana.
They weren’t his, and yet they displayed the exact same pattern……
‘The Oath Mage.’
Park Chan-woo turned the matter over in his mind.
When he spoke the Oath Mage’s name, Agzos became a sacrifice.
It had triggered by force.
Yet simply uttering a name wouldn’t activate the system.
To offer a sacrifice required certain conditions.
And Agzos did not meet those ‘conditions’.
Yet he became a sacrifice regardless.
‘Wait a moment.’
What if the god of sacrifice hadn’t intervened at all?
What if this had nothing to do with the god of sacrifice’s will?
What if he’d simply misunderstood?
In other words—
‘If he chose sacrifice of his own accord.’
It was possible.
If someone willingly became a sacrifice even without meeting all conditions, the conditions themselves could relax.
Before the Messenger of Oath, Agzos had surrendered.
His very soul had bowed.
And deep within that soul, he had come to fear him.
Yet he hadn’t spoken those words while conscious and aware.
He hadn’t spoken them aloud, yet his defeat was sealed, and moreover, his soul had been fundamentally altered.
The Zero Domain.
The world of negation.
And the same mana pattern as the Red Particles.
Agzos’s surrender, his becoming a sacrifice of his own volition.
All of this pointed to only one thing.
There was only one possibility that could account for all of this.
‘The Holy Grail of the Oath Mage.’
It could only be the Holy Grail of the Oath Mage.
But Park Chan-woo had lost the Holy Grail of the Oath Mage.
It had vanished when he regressed.
He’d been planning to search for it again later, but—
Could it be that simple?
The world that Agzos had experienced was undoubtedly a negative domain.
But what if the ‘negative domain’ didn’t exist elsewhere?
What if he’d actually experienced it through a connection with me?
Yes.
Examined closely, that was the answer.
The Messenger of Oath presided over only two parties—him and his opponent.
Only what existed between those two became the subject of the oath.
So if Agzos had experienced a Negative Level, he must have been connected to Park Chan-woo.
And what all of this meant was—
‘It’s inside me?’
Park Chan-woo looked down at his chest.
The possibility that he possessed the Holy Grail of the Oath Mage.
The possibility that the Holy Grail of the Oath Mage lay dormant within him.
He reached a conclusion.
Immediately after, he stretched his hand toward the Red Particles.
He separated all the Red Particles and gathered them in his palm.
Gulp!
He swallowed them in a single motion.
Unlike the Black Particles, they didn’t bounce away.
They were absorbed at once, as if they’d always belonged to him.
Shiver—shiver—shiver!
Park Chan-woo’s entire body trembled violently.
Heat surged through him, and a blinding headache crashed down as if his consciousness might scatter.
Yet he didn’t lose track of the path the Red Particles took as they were absorbed.
The Red Particles that entered through his mouth traveled precisely to his head and were absorbed there.
To the very center of his head.
Immediately, Park Chan-woo directed all his mana toward that point.
Then a faint outline began to take shape.
‘This is absurd.’
But it was there.
There was no doubt about it.
The Holy Grail of the Oath Mage.
It didn’t exist in physical form, yet it was present there as a manifestation of mana.
The moment he “perceived” the Holy Grail of the Oath Mage.
《You have acquired “Holy Grail of the Oath Mage.”》
《”Dimensional Wanderer, Charpam (Negative Level -10)” has emerged from the “Holy Grail of the Oath Mage.”》
《”Charpam (Negative Level -10)” will be sealed back inside the “Holy Grail of the Oath Mage” after 15 minutes and 20 seconds have passed.》
Dimensional Wanderer, Charpam!
That was the identity of the entity that had clung to the Gatekeeper Agzos.
Charpam had been sealed within the Holy Grail of the Oath Mage.
The Negative Level -10 was troubling, but it was likely a world inside the “Grail” that he didn’t know about.
And it would be one of the “unnameable somethings” that Agzos had witnessed.
That was when it happened.
【Give me a body! Give me one! I don’t want to be sealed away in there again!】
A voice resonated from within him.
It vibrated through his eardrums, echoing outward.
Dimensional Wanderer Charpam!
His voice was unmistakable.
But demanding a body like that.
‘Was that why Charpam clung to Agzos—because it wanted flesh?’
Yet Agzos had gone berserk.
It was likely because of Charpam that he’d lost control.
Agzos’s body had been unable to contain Charpam, so it had shattered.
The Red Particles were desperately resisting being drawn back into the Grail.
Park Chan-woo deliberated.
‘If I give it a suitable body, will it follow me?’
【I will follow! I will dedicate myself to you! I swear by everything I am!】
It was a desperate cry.
It thrashed about, trying by any means to avoid sealing.
Judging by Charpam’s desperation, it seemed Agzos had indeed been doomed to death.
Park Chan-woo turned his gaze back toward the Black Particles.
Agzos’s Unique Mana.
If he reconstructed these and fashioned a body from them?
‘If that were possible, it would be the ultimate alchemy.’
But it wasn’t.
A body that had already disintegrated couldn’t be reconstructed.
However.
‘If the body doesn’t need to contain living life…’
He could do it.
Not a simple living organism, but something that could house Charpam’s spirit.
……Magic.
A smile played at Park Chan-woo’s lips.
He understood everything now—what needed to be done and how to do it.
The Holy Grail of the Oath Mage held many things he didn’t know, and Charpam was merely one of them.
Yet it had driven the Level 99 Agzos to rampage.
Even if he brought Agzos back to life, the outcome would be the same.
He couldn’t resurrect him anyway, but now he knew the way.
Park Chan-woo boldly rearranged the Black Particles.
Then he interspersed the Red Particles sparsely among them.
However, Charpam’s mana absorbed the mana of the surrounding Black Particles.
So he arranged them outside the range that the Red Particles couldn’t absorb.
【What are you doing? Why are you arranging the Unique Mana like this……?】
Charpam raised the question.
It made sense.
Arranged this way, Charpam could never become the “master.”
In other words, it could never be the owner of the body.
【With this sparse arrangement, you can’t create anything proper. What exactly are you trying to do?】
A voice trembling with anxiety.
Charpam had no idea what Park Chan-woo was trying to do.
But Park Chan-woo was already imagining what he would create.
He connected points into lines, layered lines to complete a plane.
Right after that.
“Awaken, Agzos.”
He called not Charpam’s name, but Agzos.
【You swore you would obey! Why would you—!】
Charpam shrieked in a death cry.
That was the end.
No more of Charpam’s voice could be heard.
Instead.
Whoosh.
Thud!
From within Park Chan-woo’s shadow, another shadow rose up.
It bore undoubtedly the form of the Keeper Agzos.
Yet it was nothing but a shadow—bodiless, incorporeal.
The shadow Agzos, the moment it appeared,
Screech!
Crash!
pierced all the approaching clones through with a spear at once.
The spear elongated in an instant, stringing all the clones together like beads on a thread.
Overwhelming destructive force.
“…You absorbed my mana?”
The Guardian Warrior gasped in shock.
That was not all.
All the mana from the clones pierced by the spear was absorbed entirely into Agzos.
Agzos’s shadow swelled in an instant, its body expanding until it reached the palace ceiling.
As it lost mana all at once, the Guardian Warrior’s body began to wither.
“To dismantle my secret technique so easily…!”
With eyes wide open in utter disbelief,
Soon after, the Guardian Warrior’s body, drained of mana, began to shrivel.
The battle was decided.
Even left alone, the Guardian Warrior would perish.
Thud!
「I shall obey, my Lord.」
The shadow.
Agzos knelt on one knee.
I shall obey. No words beyond that were needed.
It was the ultimate pledge of loyalty.
At the same time.
《’Magic Creation’!》
《You have created Mythic Magic!》
《Extraordinary. You have given birth to existence itself through magic.》
《The title ‘One Who Subdued the Warrior of Valhalla’ evolves into ‘Mythic Magic, Agzos’!》
《The existence of ‘Dimensional Wanderer, Charpam (-10Lv)’ and ‘Agzos’ intertwine, adjusting the magic’s Grade to ‘Dimension’.》

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