Chapter 97: The Worst Reunion (5)

As soon as the explosion erupted, everyone around reacted.

The first to react was Han Seojin.

'…?'

There was a strange wave.

Familiar.

Yet a wave that hadn't been felt in a long time.

'No way.'

He couldn't have forgotten this familiar power. Even after experiencing countless powers through three lifetimes, this one was extremely unique.

Was it here?

With a wry smile, he looked toward the main gate.

And at the same time.

Countless others began to react.

"Who dares to cause a commotion here!!"

"Such fearlessness. They must have felt the pressure just moments ago, right?"

The surroundings lit up.

As each one unleashed their powers, their presences began to scatter.

Transcendents.

Thanks to witnessing that existence.

The principal, Kwon Sora, had instructed them to stay calm.

So, to uphold the principal's words, they needed to deal with this intruder.

Meanwhile, Kwon Sora cupped her hands together and looked at Han Seojin.

"Hehe, your reaction is really fast? You reacted right after I noticed?"

"But… is the intruder okay?"

"Well, it's a bit troubling. I actually thought this guy wouldn't react."

Kwon Sora frowned.

"Do you know who the intruder is?"

"Do you know what kind of obligations transcendents are bound to?"

Han Seojin asked, but Kwon Sora smiled and posed a different question.

However, Han Seojin instinctively felt that this question was quite important.

"I don't really know about the obligations."

"When you become a transcendent, you escape the laws made by the stars."

The laws made by the stars.

They break the rules made by Earth, allowing one to exist in a higher dimension.

"An ordinary person who has not yet mastered mana, someone who has just started learning mana. And then, those who have begun to control mana, the Middle Realm. And those who bend the laws, High Realm. And those who impose their own laws on others, the Supreme Realm."

And-.

Kwon Sora spoke as if she were enjoying herself.

"And those who transcend all of that, transcendents. There are differences in the stages of every realm, but the gap for transcendents is particularly vast."

An ordinary person who hadn't yet mastered mana could kill a beginner in mana.

A Middle Realmer who had begun to control mana could kill a High Realmer who bends the laws set by the stars.

A High Realmer who bends the laws can kill the highest rank who imposes their laws on others.

However.

A person in the Supreme Realm who imposed their laws on others couldn't defeat a transcendent even if they came back to life.

A transcendent was precisely someone who holds such a meaning.

A solitary, unparalleled existence. One who transcended the laws of the stars.

Hence, they were called ascended beings. Hence, they were called transcendent.

"When you reach that level, everything truly changes. Your perspective shifts and the scenery around you changes."

However.

In doing so, they came to see.

The forces of evil intent on invading the stars.

Demons.

Demons from another dimension that are constantly eyeing this place.

"Therefore, it is a duty."

The transcendents witnessed this and joined forces. They pierced the wall of dimensions to prevent them from coming here.

And there, they created a place.

Boundary.

That was what they named it.

"In other words, that place is a battlefield."

For those who sought to invade the Earth and those who sought to stop them, that place was an endlessly ongoing battleground.

It was the duty of transcendents.

Most transcendents were madmen.

They didn't avoid fights, were obsessed with combat, and constantly honed their powers.

They had desires they wanted to fulfill and vendettas they wanted to settle upon transcending.

But they couldn't act upon their desires.

Because from the moment they became transcendents, they were bound by 'duty'.

"In the midst of all this, I'm a bit different. I'm a spatial ability user, so moving around is extremely convenient."

Right behind Han Seojin.

From there, the principal's voice was heard.

"The only woman on Earth who transcended through her traits."

"I can do something as simple as this."

Her voice echoed everywhere.

At some point.

The principal had multiplied.

"Uh-huh, how is it? The sexy version of the principal?"

There was a principal who looked to be in her mid to late twenties.

"What kind of taste does our Seojin have?"

There was a principal who looked to be in her late teens.

"Ho, could it be this body type… eek!"

He kicked the face of the principal, who looked like she was in her early teens.

"…Seriously, what kind of man kicks a woman's face!"

"Me."

"Hmm, so you're not a lolicon. That's a relief. Anyway, that's the story."

Han Seojin looked at the many principals.

'Clones, perhaps.'

They were exact replicas.

Even though the body was divided, the power was still felt.

Precise distribution of power.

Could it be because they were transcendent beings entirely formed by traits?

"Anyway, let's go back to the beginning of the story. All transcendents have duties. And only two are free from them."

Kwon Sora held up two fingers.

One finger was for the principal.

As for the other, the who was mimicking the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

He was skilled enough at mimicking that he even mimicked 'some' of the principal's abilities.

"So, Seojin, shall we elope… eek!"

"Is that so?"

Having listened to the principal's explanation, Han Seojin looked to one side.

'This is getting interesting.'

Han Seojin quietly loosened up.

Meanwhile, in a different place.

To avoid incurring the principal's wrath, the gathered figures saw a presence.

"Wh-what is this…"

"Why is the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor here!!"

The one who broke the sky.

In the East, the sky is often compared to a god.

Thus, the one called the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor was considered immensely grand.

That was the thought.

'What… what is that?'

There was a presence.

He stood there staring at them with an infinitely alien gaze.

A man was looking at them with a seemingly disappointed attitude.

"Is this all there is? And the one I seek is not here."

Right after uttering those words, his expression turned languid.

A face that seemed endlessly annoyed.

He had a troubled expression as if wondering how to handle these things.

However, the people gathered there were different.

They were terrified.

It felt like they were looking at a being that shouldn't exist.

If Kwon Sora radiated an aura that no one should dare to oppose.

This presence felt like a question of whether such a being could even exist.

"Who, who are you?"

"Don't you know my traits? This is why youngsters these days are hopeless. When you become a transcendent being, you need to ensure that the lower beings known about you to prevent trouble."

"Nonsense!"

"Ah, are you from the Kabbalah? I've already seen all there is to see with you guys."

"Arrogant bastard! We have countless gods, each with different powers…!"

"I said I've 'seen' them all. Still, some of your gods are interesting."

The Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor lightly laughed.

'Of course, none as fascinating as that person.'

Is that why he is special?

Everything about them.

He had even seen those who called themselves the gods of the 'Heavens.'

He had even seen those who called themselves the gods of the 'Heavens.'

Rather, among the transcendents, the existences known as the Duke of Extermination and the Heavenly Demon were special.

'Oh, come to think of it, she really wanted to come here.'

Well, it doesn't matter, does it?

Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor hadn't forgotten the event from 100 years ago.

"More importantly, bald guy. I'm kind of busy. Could you move along?"

A casual voice.

As if dealing with something bothersome.

At the same time, there was a faint joy in the voice, along with excitement.

The man, who barely read his atmosphere, quietly ground his teeth.

The Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor sighed.

"Haa, how on earth do these Vedas manage their affairs that their public faces are like this? Or is it because they're fundamentally Indian? They're even more extreme than the Central Plains people."

The man sighed and extended his hand.

"Even so. Since today is a bit special, I won't engage in any killing."

"Ha, don't underestimate the power of Veda!"

The man shouted.

And at the same time, wings began to form behind the man.

Flash!

Blue lightning.

Wings that seemed to be crafted from blue light.

"Die…"

He stared in a daze.

Because the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor was looking at him with a bored expression.

Up to this point, it was fine, but then.

'My wings…?'

Behind him were twelve pairs of wings.

Endlessly blue, luminous wings.

Wings that seemed firmly higher than his level.

"You Kabbalah guys and those gods over there just borrow other people's things recklessly, yet you're not even confident in your own beliefs."

"H-How…! Th-that power is only bestowed by our god to his followers…!"

"The magic world at least has something interesting like the Divine Thunderbolt, but you guys are really below expectations. Not fun at all."

That was why transcendents don't emerge from your ranks.

Tsk tsk. The Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor clicked his tongue softly.

Quietly, he assumed his stance.

"Well, judging by the overall vibe, I think I get it. You've come to stop me, right? Well, I do have quite a notorious reputation."

It made sense.

He was the one all the gods were most wary of.

Although he was the most active in the boundary, transcendents might become enemies at any time. They saw each others' abilities often at the Boundary.

So, he stole from them.

And he trained his new powers.

Therefore, the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor is an extremely dangerous being.

"Whew."

The Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor lightly took a stance.

Leaning his upper body back, he clenched his fist.

Crack.

Lightning flashed. White and blue lightning. And the forces of violet light began to intertwine.

「Indra's Lightning」, 「Heaven's Thunder」, 「Purple Towerr-Amplification」, 「White Tower-Annihilation Thunder」, 「Accumulation」.

Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.

The ideal form Yoo Eunchae most desired.

It was displayed in the hands of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

Heavenly Thunder Without Deception

One strike.

Dozens of opponents fainted with a single strike.

Han Seojin thought.

'It seems she has arrived.'

Wi Gunak.

Her abilities manifested through an unknown power.

Han Seojin had a rough idea of its nature but defined it as a power that was impossible to understand and invisible.

Invisible, Unrecognized, Incomprehensible.

If it was the power Han Seojin had in mind, it was too high in terms of realm and of a different dimension, so he defined Wi Gunak's power that way.

And if that being was the one he thought it was.

'This isn't good.'

A power that mimics well.

It does not discriminate against any power.

The only power it failed to replicate was his complete Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.

A power that destroys and burns everything.

And Han Seojin defined that power as such.

Imitation of All Forms.

It mimicked all powers.

Phenomena, concepts. It mimicked those kinds of things entirely.

She knew the power the third Han Seojin had.

Various thoughts flowed in his mind.

If.

'Assuming it's been roughly decades since I died.'

One cannot know how far she has grown.

Therefore, she is dangerous.

Han Seojin quickly went to the place where the temporary spiritual vein was established.

"That spiritual vein looks delicious… Huh, it's the professor! I haven't done anything yet!?"

"If you touch that, you will really die. And, Yoo Seolrang."

"Yes?"

"Let's run away."

"What?!"

Han Seojin, holding Yoo Seolrang in a princess carry, quickly ran using the Wind God's Step.

"What the…?"

Only Yoo Eunchae's despondent voice remained there.