Cheon Yuha was startled.
The moment the coin fell to the floor, his arm twitched on its own.
Twitch!
In particular, his left arm moved on its own, searching for a weapon.
It was a signal longing for battle.
Of course, it wasn’t out of wariness toward the coin.
- Fight! Fight!
The left arm, as if excited, urged Cheon Yuha.
- I sense noble power from over there! That guy is strong! Fight! Fight!
Sure enough, the arm stealthily crawled toward the dagger at Cheon Yuha’s waist.
And just as it was about to draw it!
Grab!
Cheon Yuha clamped his right hand down hard on his left arm.
Then, as if sternly warning it, he squeezed tight.
‘Can’t you stay still?’
Despite Cheon Yuha’s threat, the left arm looked for a weapon as though refusing.
Thank goodness his S-rank spear had broken while grabbing Cheon’s leg. Had that thing been intact, he might have summoned it and wrecked the surroundings.
In the end, when Cheon Yuha infused the hand gripping his arm with mana, the left arm quieted down.
At the same time, he was puzzled.
‘It’s been almost seven years since it’s gotten this excited.’
Indeed. His arm was connected to an unknown civilization.
Ten years ago. His mother vanished, and his father was disgraced—was it then?
While his father became too preoccupied to pay attention to him, Cheon Yuha got caught up in another constellation’s scheme and ended up with a demon sealed in his arm.
Of course, he himself didn’t know this thing’s exact identity.
All the culprit who turned his arm like this had said was:
[It is an evil god.]
And all he heard was the commotion among Leo’s subordinate gods.
[Are you insane? How can a human keep that in their body and survive?]
[No matter how much Leo can contain beasts in its body, something of that magnitude in a human—!]
[Are you joking? That wench was carrying that in her arm even before she joined our Sanctuary.]
[What!]
[Heh... What a truly dreadful talent. Blasphemous, accursed thing. How dare something that houses an evil god enter this holy ground?]
[You hear me? From now on, never show your face, never open your mouth, and live as if you don’t exist.]
[Filthy thing. Your existence is a blight upon humanity.]
Cheon Yuha shook off those passing old memories.
One thing was certain: the creature trapped in his arm was a battle-crazed maniac.
And it was something far above subordinate gods.
‘Not a constellation god, but an existence nearly on par with one.’
Well, there was no real downside.
He had nearly been swallowed by his arm and lost his life, but after two years of bloody effort, he’d fully adapted. After that, he’d sealed it, stopping the rampages.
In fact, using that power, he had even survived life-or-death crises.
If there was a catch...
‘Ever since Uncle returned, it’s been causing these disturbances nonstop.’
Yes.
Exactly from the day the Demon Tower shattered.
As if reacting to his uncle, the arm went mad with excitement.
That was why he couldn’t help being astonished.
Why?
‘It’s fascinating. The thing doesn’t even react to Saint-level entities.’
This evil god had an incredibly picky palate, despite loving blood.
Simply put, it didn’t even consider weak things as living beings.
Moreover, its standards were absurdly high.
Take when he fought the Holy War with Aquarius, for example.
He was about to face a Saint, so he went so far as to unseal it out of caution, but what happened?
The moment it saw Sophie, the evil god just snored and slept.
Barely encountering his own father or the Virgo Saint would make it open its eyes. Even then, it showed absolutely zero desire to fight.
It was horrendously fussy even toward constellation gods.
That was why he said:
‘It’s rare for it to get so excited that it tries to burst out first.’
His uncle was definitely strong, but still, this reaction was truly astonishing.
- Let me out! Let me out! Please let me meet him!
Well, it didn’t matter.
‘Controlling this side is no trouble at all.’
One thing to be grateful for: no matter how obnoxious the left arm was, his right arm showed no reaction.
It was when Cheon Yuha was about to pick up Lee Geon’s coin.
Buzzzzzz!!
“!”
An urgent message flew into Cheon Yuha’s messenger.
It was from his younger sibling.
Ten messages, all marked urgent in red.
He’d just finished a call moments ago, so why this sudden urgency?
‘Could it be... Oliver?’
Startled, Cheon Yuha hurriedly opened the messenger.
* * *
“Y-you want me to guide you to the boss?”
The Scribe was flustered.
First, he’d been abruptly yanked by the hair, and now this sudden talk about the boss?
“I don’t know what on earth you mean... Aagh!”
A scream tore from the Scribe, the sensation of his hair being ripped out overwhelming him.
At the same time, Lee Geon smirked as if it were contemptible.
“I don’t want to do bad things to my own Saint, so just tell me. You were under Scorpio, weren’t you?”
“……!”
The Scribe froze as though stripped stark naked.
When he turned his head, Lee Geon was smiling as if seeing through everything.
[The Scribe is using his ability to hide all his own information]
[The Scribe’s level is high. Even a constellation god is confused by the biological information the Scribe has concealed]
[However, the subject in question is the Saint of Ophiuchus. He can see through what is being hidden]
Well, even without seeing through it, he’d known from the start this bastard was connected to Scorpio.
Not to mention, the woman was this bastard’s weakness.
Why?
- (Deleted) possessed skills
[(Hidden) S-rank (Scorpio)]
[(Hidden) A-rank (Scorpio)]
[(Hidden) S-rank (Scorpio)]
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[(Hidden) A-rank (Scorpio)]
[(Hidden) B-rank (Scorpio)]
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Exactly.
All this bastard’s skills were Scorpio-specific.
And the skills of a bastard who hated the constellations were Scorpio’s?
Logically, that made no sense.
Moreover, this bastard was a survivor.
No matter how skilled he was at fooling the gods, could he really have survived until now with every constellation god practically breathing fire down his neck?
Therefore, there was only one possible conclusion.
‘Clearly, Scorpio hid him.’
And above all, that expression when Scorpio’s name was mentioned.
‘That’s a look only a benefactor could bring about.’
It was conjecture, but it was almost certainly true.
That was why Lee Geon smiled sharply, as if putting it to the test.
“I know you’re connected to Scorpio, so just lead the way. You’ve got ten seconds, Gwisoonya.”
At that, the Scribe ground his teeth in fury.
“Who’s Gwisoonya, dammit?!”
“Nine. Just lead me there. I’ve got a questionnaire to throw at her, too.”
“Questionnaire?”
In that instant, the quick-witted Scribe’s eyes flew open.
There was no doubt.
This cunning bastard intended to interrogate her using that fountain pen like a lie detector.
That was why he said it.
“You think I’ll let you use that fountain pen on her?! You hideous demon beast!”
Lee Geon grinned as if he’d been caught red-handed, and at the same time, the fountain pen shrieked.
[Bwooooo!]
As if outraged that someone would say such awful things about it, the pen stabbed the Scribe’s hand again.
Thanks to that, the Scribe, who felt like he was dying, squeezed the pen tight.
“Got it? Looks like a constellation god made you, but there’s no way another pen with that kind of ability exists in this world! This thing’s soulbound, right? Then if I don’t allow it, you can’t use this fountain pen either, can you?!”
As if having finally found a way to beat Lee Geon, the Scribe gripped the pen as if to snap it in half.
“If you want to use this, then burn the contract first! Serves you right, you bastard!”
But Lee Geon simply flicked his finger as if to say, "what nonsense."
“Pen. Come here.”
Instantly, the fountain pen that had been stabbing the Scribe’s hand vanished.
Then, it shrieked from Lee Geon’s grasp.
[The fountain pen has suffered severe psychological trauma]
[The fountain pen needs to be strengthened in order to inflict greater pain]
[Will you permit the strengthening?]
The moment the pen activated, the Scribe’s jaw dropped.
“This is absurd. It’s soulbound! Wasn’t I the only one who could use it?!”
At that, Lee Geon smiled scornfully.
“What are you talking about? I’m the parent who made these kids. You think my babies won’t listen to their parent just because they’ve latched onto a mate?”
“...?!”
That one left the Scribe utterly confounded.
Wait, he’d made that thing?
How was that even possible?
Of course, Hugo, who was listening to all this, blew a puff of air.
“Even when he makes something, he only makes things just like himself. And listen to your parent? Plenty of kids don’t, you know?”
“They listen better than your brats, though?”
Snap.
Just as Hugo bristled to retort, the Scribe attempted to flee.
But at that moment—
Wham!
Cheon Seong-jae, who had appeared out of nowhere, struck the Scribe, sending him flying.
“You think you can get away from my uncle just by doing that?!”
“Kgh...! You little punk, seriously!”
“My uncle is a god!”
The Scribe ignored the fanboy.
The kid probably meant to say that Lee Geon was so strong he could be compared to a god, but—
‘A freshly hatched chick like that, think it can keep up with the other twelve constellation gods?’
Yeah.
Constellations grew stronger the more there were.
Of course, the world believes a constellation’s power grows with more outstanding Saints, greater numbers of Saints, and higher faith. But well.
Wasn’t it only natural that the more outstanding individuals there were, the more Saints you had, and the higher the faith, the easier it was to gain things?
And that was information only the Scribe knew as a Scribe.
‘Belief gives rise to power.’
It wasn’t for nothing that texts like the Bible, the Koran, and the Buddhist scriptures were said to hold power.
Like the Tripitaka Koreana, created with the power of the Buddha to repel external enemies.
Scripture brought special power to humans.
Even more so if the contents within were tempting enough to captivate people!
And this was a baby constellation?
Granted, when Lee Geon had unfolded his holy domain, the Scribe had genuinely thought it belonged to some massive constellation.
‘Like Libra...’
Because the sense of pressure had been that overwhelming.
But it must have all been a misconception.
‘There’s no way a baby constellation possesses the power of such a massive one.’
It didn’t matter either way.
The Scribe glared at Lee Geon.
‘Fine. Even so, with that person’s power, it should be possible.’
Having made up his mind, the Scribe hastily grabbed his necklace.
Then, looking at Lee Geon, he shouted.
“Fine! If that’s what you want, I’ll let you meet her!”
“!”
And the moment he poured mana into his necklace, an astonishing thing happened.
Flash!
“Ugh!”
Along with incredible mana, a light magic circle was drawn on the floor.
It was pitch-black.
And from the M-shaped magic circle, a black light shot up into the sky.
Boom!
It was at that moment that a voice was heard.
[Who dares summon me.]
It was a cold, yet extraordinarily beautiful voice.
But even just the voice was enough to make one feel a sense of pressure.
[Who on earth seeks to use such a precious ticket.]
At the familiar voice, the Scribe cried out.
“Forgive me! I was caught by an incomprehensible monster and was forced to use this precious item. This is the first and last time. Please, just this once, answer the summon!”
At that, the voice from within the black light clicked its tongue.
[An incomprehensible monster? Very well. Just this once, as a special exception.]
A resigned sigh.
In the end, what emerged from the black light was unexpectedly a stunning beauty.
The moment they laid eyes on her, Hugo’s eyes went wide.
An expression like he’d seen a ghost.
The same went for the followers of Sagittarius.
But whether she knew it or not, she walked out elegantly from the black light.
Long, flowing black hair like a silk of midnight. A black dress that revealed the silhouette of her body.
There was no doubt.
‘The Scorpio Saint!’
A woman in her twenties, radiating immense power and charisma.
At last, the woman who had answered the summon swept a hand through her hair.
“Alright, speak. Just who is this bastard? I’ll deal with him right...”
But it was exactly at that moment.
“It’s been a while?”
“...?!!”
The expression on Scorpio’s face upon seeing Lee Geon was a sight to behold.
(To be continued in the next episode)