“Indeed, Igeon makes things far better.”
Igeon was truly outstanding. Not only in combat ability but especially in his talent for crafting.
That craftsman’s dexterity prodded Sergeyevich’s pride.
Of course, compared to the weapons of Magaljwa, Igeon’s weapons looked crude, only shabby things.
However.
“My goodness, even when clashing with that steel, the sword doesn’t break.”
“Even after cutting down a thousand, it still looks new.”
“The one Sebastian made, I used it ten times? It’s already dull.”
“At this rate, it would be better to call Igeon the Crafting God Seat.”
Even the eleven Saints acknowledged Igeon.
To the point that the Saints, who normally came to him, the Crafting God Seat, only sought out Igeon.
Even moreso, they tried to entrust the repair of the sacred relics, the treasures of the Divine Gods, to Igeon.
So his pride was greatly wounded.
Igeon wasn't receiving the power of a Divine God, nor was he taught by anyone.
But despite that, he displayed skill.
Overwhelming dexterity.
A realm of that 1% that could not be caught up to no matter how hard one tried.
Sergeyevich despaired before Igeon’s sense, as if bestowed by God.
Because of that, he came to harbor desire.
‘Someday, I will make Igeon my slave.’
He was the Crafting God Seat.
His specialty was sacred relics, but his pride could not allow a field that overlapped with Igeon.
So he secretly shifted to the field of biology, such as human modification and homunculus (artificial human) manufacturing, which Igeon extremely detested.
In other words, turning a corpse into a capable soldier was a piece of cake.
Thus, twenty years ago, Sergeyevich devised a plan.
Though he had switched fields, he still had lingering attachment to crafting sacred relics.
‘So I’ll steal Igeon’s power and become the ultimate craftsman.’
Sergeyevich smiled.
And an opportunity came.
[Igeon dies in the Demon Tower.]
And he merely intended to gently help make those words one hundred percent true.
But Hugo was an obstacle.
Although everything related to Igeon went awry, he was an outstanding prophet.
Having caught on to Igeon’s death, hadn't he tried by any means to prevent Igeon from going to the Demon Tower?
Even inside the tower, he wouldn't leave Igeon alone.
But.
“Taeksu. Go outside the tower and sweep up those guys.”
“What?”
It was around the 90th floor of the Demon Tower.
The monsters of the tower suddenly tried to scatter toward the civilian area. Their speed was unusual.
Of course, that was because of something Magaljwa secretly installed in the civilian area for Hugo.
[Pheromone that attracts monsters]
Of course, the effect was so strong that more monsters gathered than expected, but it didn't matter.
In that situation where everyone was panicking,
Igeon, who was the overall commander of the raid, gave an order.
“If we leave those be, Seoul will be breached. We’ll keep going up. You go out alone and take charge of the city’s defense.”
“No! I’m going up too. Leave sending someone out to someone else. Those kind of trash mobs, other people can...!”
“When their numbers increase, they're not trash mobs. You're the only one among us who can handle that many without letting a single one get away.”
“No! According to the prophecy, you’ll die here...!”
“That fucking prophecy that’s always wrong?”
“……!”
“Stop talking nonsense and get out there. Protect the people.”
In the end, the thorn in his side, Hugo, disappeared, and he even succeeded in draining Igeon’s strength with the red eyes.
But at the critical moment, Igeon fell into a trap.
Thanks to that, recovering Igeon’s body was a failure.
Thus, the lamentable twenty years passed, and now the present.
At the news of Igeon’s return, Magaljwa had rejoiced more than anyone.
But.
“Is this all you’ve prepared?”
A chilling smile.
Snake eyes flashed along with the smile.
At Igeon’s laughter, Magaljwa felt terror.
Of course, the distance was far.
But what was this spine-chilling feeling?
Finally, Magaljwa urgently blew a whistle.
Screech-
A sound like a dog whistle, inaudible, spread through the fog.
The Sajajwa Saints drooled and rushed toward Igeon.
“Kraaaah!”
The Sajajwa Saints were strong.
It wasn't for nothing that he had long researched Sajajwa’s ‘Animalization’ and improved the Sajajwa-specific virus.
They were one of the Top 3 Combat God Seats, the ruler of the north.
And above all.
‘It wasn’t for no reason that even Igeon disliked fighting Sajajwa.’
Even Igeon, who excelled in battle, had a few opponents he disliked fighting.
One of them was Sajajwa.
And it was these Saints who were richly endowed with that Divine God’s power.
‘No matter how strong Igeon is, against that number...!’
Magaljwa laughed.
But then, at that moment.
‘!’
Igeon raised his sword.
A movement as if leaving an afterimage.
The other God Seats watching were astonished.
“What is that?”
And the moment the Sajajwa Saints got close.
[Shell Peeling]
Crunch!
The Saints that had been swarming from all directions were instantly blown away.
“Ke-heok!”
That was a technique Igeon used when dealing with crustaceans.
Of course, normally he only used it when eating crabs or cracking walnuts.
And as it was, they were wearing heavy armor because of the raid.
Under Igeon’s single strike, the armor cracked.
No, it shattered mercilessly.
Clang!
As soon as the armor broke, Igeon crushed the enemies' bones.
What's more, it was pure grip strength.
Crunch!
“Huh!”
The places broken were mostly arms and legs.
Since they were controlled, he didn't aim for the neck bones.
But it was a state of physical incapacity at least on the level of a vegetable.
No sooner had he felled the encircling foes than Igeon vanished again.
And the place he appeared was the Gold Ox, that is, where the Hwangsojwa were gathered.
They too were being attacked by the rampaging Sajajwa Saints.
“Ke-heok! Snap out of it! You idiots!”
“You guys, for real!”
“We can’t stop them! Their strength is greater than usual!”
“What are you doing! Use the Charge skill!”
At that shout, the Hwangsojwa Saints gathered.
[Iron Wall Charge (S)]
That was one of the few joint attack skills of the defensive God Seat Hwangsojwa.
It was a skill where a number of Saints gathered and charged in one direction.
The earth shook as they aimed at hundreds of Sajajwa Saints.
Boom!
The Sajajwa horde and the Hwangsojwa horde collided.
A head-on charge.
As the golden magic and brown magic clashed, heaven and earth resounded.
Kugugung!
The breakthrough power of Hwangsojwa was the best among the Twelve God Seats. Their penetrating power could not be stopped by any Saint.
But.
“Keuk…?!”
It didn’t work.
The toughness of the Sajajwa Saints upgraded by the virus was beyond imagination.
“Damn, this is dangerous…!”
Just when the golden beasts were about to swallow up the brown.
“Oh. I envy that AoE skill.”
With a bright voice, a scream burst out from the Hwangsojwa.
“Keok!”
Igeon kicked the Hwangsojwa Saint Commander.
And in an instant, stole his hammer.
“Heok! My weapon!”
But it didn't end there.
“Mr. Igeon! Not there… keok!”
Using the Commander’s face as a springboard, Igeon leaped out.
Pang!
There were hundreds of Sajajwa Saints gathered alone.
A frantic voice rang out.
[Warning. Defensive skill needed]
[Warning. Opponent has been granted Bite attribute]
[Penalty. Resistance and defense are decreased]
[Dangerous even if grazed once]
[Divine status 30%. Cannot use Battle God Instinct]
[Cannot use Serpentarius skill]
[Must summon subordinate gods to deal with it]
It was an urgent warning, but he didn’t care.
At the corners of Igeon’s mouth, in his eyes, as he advanced like a flash of light.
A mad smile bloomed.
“I’ll retire all of you.”
With that, the hammer soared up.
Smash!
“Ke-heok!”
One.
Crunch!
“Aagh!”
Two, three.
“Sa-l... keok!”
Ten, twenty!
A total of a hundred!
[God Seat experience rises]
[God Seat experience rises]
[God Seat experience rises]
Thousands of Saints surged like a tide, but that too didn’t matter.
Crunch!
Igeon struck the ground.
With that, the ground cracked and a hole formed.
“Aagh!”
Toward those falling into the hole, Igeon leaped.
And.
Crunch!
“Aagh!”
Screams echoed down the cliff, toward the sea.
Splash! Splash!
[God Seat experience greatly increases]
[Level up]
[Lv. 10]
[Numerous people are watching]
[Deeds are recorded in the Bible]
Watching this, Magaljwa’s breath caught in his throat.
Even if they weren’t Saints, those were Sajajwa high-ranking Saints.
And yet, in an instant, like that!
The Saints of other God Seats who suddenly owed their lives to Igeon were also at a loss for words.
‘A monster.’
Especially the Hwangsojwa were surprised.
Armor differences by grade, they could understand.
But even if the armor was shattered, there was basic physical ability.
It might be lower than that of the defensive God Seat Hwangsojwa, but since they were using the Animalization skill, their basic endurance should be considerable.
“Could it be that Igeon is also receiving the protection of a Divine God?”
“Right. His magic is clearly different from the other twelve too!”
“Surely there is a thirteenth Divine God!”
The people stirred.
“Yes! The birth of a new God Seat!”
“Igeon is definitely a Saint serving the thirteenth Divine God!”
Cheers erupted from all around.
But regardless, Igeon threw away his broken weapon and headed toward Magaljwa.
With a face that seemed quite dissatisfied.
‘As expected, my technique has poor efficiency.’
Without an AOE skill, I had to deal with each one individually, so the weapon quickly breaks.
‘It’s not like Hwangsojwa has an AOE skill; it must all be thanks to the Saints.’
Certainly, having Saints does seem convenient.
[Skills learned by Saints can also be used by the user]
‘But getting a 100% quality Saint seems difficult.’
And it seems like ordinary ones wouldn’t be able to keep up with me.
I’d be too frustrated to stand it.
Of course, right now, none of that mattered.
“Now, you have no more cards left, right?”
Igeon stood before Magaljwa. Magaljwa was flustered.
“Wait! Igeon! Listen to me.”
As if disgusted, Igeon raised his sword.
Magaljwa spat out words.
“If you kill me, you won’t know the culprit who tried to kill you!”
“Oh.”
“There was someone who told in advance that you would die in the tower.”
“Wow.”
A face that didn’t buy it at all. It was when Magaljwa, feeling terror, was about to flee.
“It was precisely Hu... ke-heok!”
In that instant, he felt extreme pain.
An illusion as if sparks flew. A feeling of a sword stabbing somewhere.
It was his eye.
* * *
“Ughak!”
Igeon’s sword stabbed Magaljwa’s eye.
Pughuk!
Black blood splattered.
In the remaining field of vision, Igeon was smiling viciously.
[The space where the Black Goat hid has been destroyed.]
[The owner of the Black Goat is in agony.]
Magaljwa was bewildered.
‘How did he, in one go, find the place where the Divine God dwells...!’
Magaljwa was originally a Crafting God Seat.
A Divine God always possessed the Saint’s body and displayed divine skill.
But the location of the Divine God’s possession changed from time to time.
And yet that...!
But regardless, Igeon grinned.
[God’s Eyes of Observation have been activated.]
As expected, ability is best.
Igeon pulled out the sword. Magaljwa collapsed, groaning.
“It’s disgusting, so don’t even mention my friend’s name. Tell me the real culprit.”
Magaljwa clutched his eye as if in pain.
‘Now, it seems there’s no backlash even when he uses his ability.’
In the old days, the more he used his ability, the more his body broke down, so even Igeon couldn’t withstand the Saints.
And yet that weakness has completely disappeared?
‘How troublesome.’
In fact, the reason he sent gifts to the returned Igeon and said he would apologize was because of that.
After gaining Igeon’s favor and becoming an ally, he planned to seize his body and make him his crafting slave.
‘With just Igeon’s ability, there would have been no obstacle to Magaljwa standing above even the Combat God Seats.’
“I see. But before that….”
Magaljwa looked somewhere and smiled. It was behind Igeon.
‘Steven.’
Perhaps he climbed up from the cliff. Sajajwa, with a fierce look, was holding a spear.
And the place that spear was aimed at was none other than Igeon.
‘He came at a good time.’
He must be quite furious.
Indeed, the murderous intent aimed at Igeon was considerable.
So Magaljwa said.
“Igeon. I don’t know how you made your body healthy again, but your goal is revenge, right?”
Sajajwa raised the spear high.
Magaljwa laughed.
“But with just you, you cannot defeat the other Saints. Because behind them exists the Divine Gods, beings on a completely different level from humans.”
Right then.
Swish!
The spear flew at a frightening speed.
Along with Magaljwa’s smile, a groan burst out.
“Huck…!”
The one struck was Magaljwa.
Sergeyevich looked at the spear stuck in his stomach and at Sajajwa.
“Steven…! Why!”
“Why? Did you think you’d be fine after messing with my subordinates? And Igeon is my prey. On top of that, Igeon has to make my weapons too.”
“You stupid muscle-brain… ke-heok!”
It was the moment Magaljwa was about to raise his voice in frustration.
Pughuk!
The spear that had pierced Magaljwa’s body was pulled out.
It was Igeon.
A hand movement as if trying to save Magaljwa.
“Why would you…?”
But the spear was stabbed again.
Puk!
This time, by Igeon.
(To be continued in next episode)