Chapter 125

Chapter 125
## Chapter: 125 Chapter Title: Unbelievable Stats

Vitality: 115 (100+15)

Agility: 116 (101+15)

Intelligence: 115 (100+15)

Divine Power: 128 (113+15)

[Additional Stats]

Natural Regeneration: 315%

Total Penetration: 12.8%

Curse Penetration: 15%

Curse Reflection: 30%

Curse Duration Increase: 30%

1: Possesses ‘Star Successor – 3 Stars (All Stats +15)’

2: ‘Transcendent Baal Set’ has fused with the body, adding related stats. New equipment can once again be equipped on the corresponding body parts.

3: Pure stats have been adjusted by the ‘Eternal Randolph’ effect.

4: ‘Baal’s Core (Fragment of Ruin)’ is held in the heart.

5: Strength (+2), Agility (+1), and Divine Power (+3) have been increased by the ‘King of the Dead’ skill.

······.

‘······ Astonishing.’

I scanned every one of the constant stream of notifications, completely mesmerized.

To think that merging with Basset would yield only the most exceptional and beneficial attributes.

Furthermore, every base attribute had climbed past the 100 mark.

This was the calibration provided by the unique trait ‘Eternal Randolph.’

The reason my Divine Power sat roughly 10 points higher than the rest was due to the Baal Set’s ‘Magic Power +10’ feature being integrated into my permanent stats.

‘No one would ever guess these figures belong to a level 8.’

I found it hard to wrap my own head around.

Based solely on these numbers, I was already matching a 2-star Transcendent.

Gear that enhanced attributes was difficult to find to begin with, and the bonuses were typically minor.

Since they didn’t stack, inflating one’s power through mere “item carries” was a massive hurdle.

Yet, I hadn’t even put on any actual equipment yet.

‘······ Now that the Baal Set is part of me, I can wear a whole new set of gear.’

That was the truly terrifying part of the situation.

The realization that I had reached this level of power and still possessed vast potential for growth.

The simple act of filling those equipment slots would push my strength even further.

-Kyaaah!

Right at that moment.

······ Hell began making a threatening noise, much like an agitated feline.

His gaze was fixed on something in the distance.

I followed his line of sight.

Innumerable ‘eyes’ were surfacing above the dark void.

Some of those gazes felt strangely recognizable for some reason.

They reminded me of the colossal eye belonging to a God’s Flesh Hybrid.

I understood the exact reason for their fixation on this spot.

‘Baal’s Core. Specifically, the Fragment of Ruin.’

They were observing the Fragment of Ruin embedded in my chest with peculiar intensity.

It had been like that since the very beginning.

Moreover.

‘The Fragment of Ruin is actually a star.’

The revelation I had just uncovered was that the Fragment of Ruin functioned as a ‘star.’

As the Star Successor, I had started with 2 stars.

But suddenly, that count had jumped to 3.

The Star Successor profession had identified the Fragment of Ruin as a legitimate ‘star.’

‘Stars represent the shards of a shattered deity’s form.

Does that mean the Fragment of Ruin is a piece of the Ruin God’s own body?’

I absentmindedly stroked my chin.

A soft laugh escaped my lips.

“You all want a glimpse of it, don’t you?”

The reason the masters of the void were fixated on the ‘Fragment of Ruin.’

They were likely just as inquisitive as I was.

So, I decided to provide them with a show.

I was quite curious myself, after all.

《The Glutton trait activates!》

《‘Baal’s Core (Fragment of Ruin)’ manifests!》

Splat!

My physical form began to shift.

《The ‘Glutton’ trait has fully evolved into ‘One Who Blooms the Darkness.’》

I took on a shape entirely distinct from the Corpse Raven—a much more perfected state.

In that same instant.

Crack. Craaaack.

The masters of the void widened their eyes in anticipation as they greeted the ‘One Who Blooms the Darkness.’

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## Translator: Ryuma Chapter: 126 Chapter Title: Great Catastrophe

Hero Alliance.

For Park Tae-woo, the previous month or so had been a period of absolute misery.

The weight of his conscience made it impossible for him to find restful sleep.

‘The journal that the journalist Kim Hana provided. It updates with new entries every single day.’

Disregarding the administration’s demands to pull the military back from Udo Island, Park Tae-woo had been stalling for time using every possible pretext.

It was all because of that volume Kim Hana had delivered after their meeting.

Fresh text appeared on its pages daily.

Park Tae-woo opened the journal he had already scanned a thousand times over.

It contained records written consistently for more than 30 days now.

He focused on the ‘diary’ entry found on the final page.

[Day 38]

Sanity is beginning to fray among the people.

Those who haven’t had a drop of clean water are starting to perish from hunger.

A few are even whispering about consuming the fallen—questioning if it’s permissible.

Arguing that the survival of the living outweighs respect for the deceased.

The combatants were no different.

Those with strength were complaining about the leadership of Gracia, and some were covertly stealing the food supplies meant for everyone.

··· It feels as though the breaking point for everyone is imminent.

As conditions worsen, people cling more desperately to the ‘black egg.’

They are convinced that rescue will arrive once that shell finally breaks.

“······.”

Park Tae-woo narrowed his eyes as he fixated on specific terms.

Gracia. Corpses. And the black egg.

The details were far too precise to be considered a work of imagination.

‘Exactly as journalist Kim Hana suggested, this journal is linked to the writings of someone trapped within the void.’

He had been told the book was synchronized with a diary being kept by an individual inside.

Yet, the person writing those words in the abyss was completely unaware of the connection.

··· The descriptions were too vivid to be a simple story.

It was packed with information that no one could possibly possess without being there.

However, the administration saw no reason to gamble on what looked like a fantasy tale.

If anything, they placed their confidence in the words of ‘Master.’

Because of this, Park Tae-woo was simply dug in, refusing to budge.

‘Master. That lowlife spreading lies because of him······.’

Grit!

Park Tae-woo clenched his jaw until his teeth ground together.

The Master, who paraded around as if he were a savior, was actually a manipulative sociopath.

Any player worth their salt knew the truth.

The man leading the charge to push the ‘Jeju disappearance’ story was clearly plotting to seize Gracia’s position for himself.

His motives were transparent.

At this point, the Hero Alliance and Master had burned all bridges between them.

But there was no immediate solution.

‘··· Because I don’t have the leverage.’

It ultimately came down to the fact that he—and the Korean alliance—lacked sufficient power.

If Park Tae-woo held genuine authority, would Master have even dared to suggest the abandonment of Jeju Island?

If they had secured even a single proper stronghold in Pangeniar, the alliance’s influence would have been exponentially greater.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the world shook.

“U-Union Leader! The shield is failing!”

“The black zone is fading away!”

Ah.

Through the massive turmoil, Park Tae-woo witnessed it as well.

The dark veil was lifting, exposing Jeju Island to the world once more.

Vmmm.

Vmmmm.

Splash!

······ Myriad portals were tearing open in the sky.

Some people tumbled onto the land of Jeju Island, but others were plunging straight into the ocean.

“Glub! Glub!”

“H-Help! Get us out!”

Reacting to the sight, Park Tae-woo barked out commands.

“Get every ship in position and pull those people out! Every alliance member is to deploy immediately!”

With those instructions, Park Tae-woo dove headfirst into the waves.

When the void vanished and Jeju Island reappeared, the entire planet was thrown into a frenzy.

It wasn’t just that the island had returned; over 600,000 residents of Jeju who were thought to be lost for 38 days had miraculously ‘come back alive.’

Master’s insistence that being swallowed by the abyss meant certain death was exposed as a total fabrication.

“Look! Jeju Island, which we thought was gone, is visible again!”

“It’s a miracle! More than 600,000 people from Jeju have survived!”