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Join the ServerDokyeom wasn’t the only one being pushed forward by Beom Yeonhu.
[Your ‘Fame’ has increased dramatically!]
Just a little more.
[Your ‘Fame’ has increased dramatically!]
More.
[Your ‘Fame’ has increased dramatically!]
[Your ‘Fame’ has reached the current maximum!]
[Your ‘Fame’ condition has been met!]
Not ‘maximum’ but ‘peak.’
It meant that among those present, Dokyeom’s fame was the highest. Many who witnessed this situation would have been anxious, unable to even swallow, and sometimes felt a thrill piercing their chests.
But he could confidently assert that nothing could compare to this moment.
He tightened his muscles to the limit and moved. Using the rocks that Beom Yeonhu created like stepping stones, he leaped to the highest point.
A distant boundary loomed before his eyes. Somewhere between the flames and the cold.
Before he knew it, Dokyeom had arrived in front of the grotesque witch’s face. He clenched his fist and tensed his back. By the time her rolling, white-tinged eyes captured his image, it was already too late.
“You think I haven’t killed you because I couldn’t? You crazy witch.”
He had only been following the steps to fill his ‘Fame stat,’ but Dokyeom already had the power to kill the witch. After all, he borrowed the power of Agon.
A so-called amplification skill that elevates all power by one level. His tightly clenched fist fiercely struck the membrane floating over the giant eyeball.
Kuuung!
Thunder roared, and an enormous force crushed the membrane. Dokyeom persistently raised his fist and struck again. Another kuuung echoed through the world.
The ‘Fame stat’ was originally a condition and setting made for Geon Ita.
It was Dokyeom’s gift, hoping that Geon Ita would be loved by all, acknowledged by all, and walk with his shoulders squared more confidently than anyone else.
Now, ‘Han Dokyeom’ was about to take it for himself.
Crack—
A slash began to appear on the transparent membrane protecting the eyeball. The witch screamed and howled, frantically reaching out her thorn-like hands toward her own face. But even those hands were pierced by the stone pillars that rose with a crash, and were pinned to the wall like taxidermy.
Kyaaaa— Kyaaak—!!
Blood vessels bulged in the huge eyeball without eyelids. The image of Dokyeom raising his fist was reflected over the witch’s struggling pupils.
This is the end.
‘
When the whisper-like sound swept across his lips, light burst through the screams that tore the world apart. His fist smashed through the membrane that shattered like glass, crushing into the bloodshot eyeball.
Time seemed to stop for a brief moment.
In that short moment, Dokyeom met the witch’s gaze from an inch away.
Deep-seated hatred and disillusionment. And memories.
Within it were three beautiful sisters. Noble, loving, and warm-hearted affection existed there.
Her smile was beautiful. The crack in that beauty came with the war that turned the world into a sea of blood. Countless afterimages flashed by.
The war took many things. It took away the sisters’ neighbors and the home they stayed in. The sisters who survived with burns hid themselves deep in the mountains.
At the end of the war, what the sisters saw was a blood-stained flag.
‘I want to soothe the sorrow of the world. I don’t want people to go through what we went through anymore.’
The first sister, whose face had collapsed from burns, said that. The second and third deliberated but joined in agreement.
At first, it must have been noble. They looked for someone with the qualities of a king and divined the future, hoping for a wise ruler. Each time, bloodstorms swept inside and outside the country.
Only after a long time did the sisters realize. The world they desired was merely a white illusion.
What the sisters chose was to distance themselves from the world, locking the door behind them. Yet, how warm were the hands they held each other’s until the end?
Even to the end, the sisters were noble.
That brilliant journey. What the third sister wished for in her past was their own selves from that era. Back then, when smiles were beautiful. And that era before the war came. Themselves from that time, so beautiful and bright and innocent.
Something welled up. Tears streamed down uncontrollably. The witch’s yearning struck like molten iron. The memories of that time pierced his heart fiercely.
Why was this story born?
Stories Dokyeom didn’t know. Stories he hadn’t known. And stories he had never written down surged forth like this. Why, how?
Even showing me this, the result is the same.
Tears fell in drops. The witch’s journey returned on a small boat, back to this moment. To this reality where Dokyeom had punched his fist into the twitching eyeball.
The world was still. But when the pulsing eyeball suddenly burst, the suppressed fire exploded out.
Kwaaang—
The aftermath sent Dokyeom flying backward, crashing somewhere. The light filling his eyes reminded him of the witch’s departing back as she left to find that brilliant journey. The intensely pouring light came to an end.
The horizon in the white world was terribly beautiful.
The searing flames only erupted afterward.
“Huk!”
He blocked his view with both arms, but there was no way to handle the boiling temperature. Just as his lungs were crushed and his skin burned, something quickly flew in and covered Dokyeom.
He knew as soon as the soft feathers brushed his cheek. It was Dali. Dali, who had rushed over frantically, held Dokyeom tightly with its front paws and wrapped its wings around him to protect him.
And with its head bowed and eyes tightly shut, it endured the dreadful heat that sizzled.
The explosions echoed through the cave several times, and the world shook as if tilting. When that time of endurance passed, the surroundings had become utterly quiet.
A terrible emptiness was felt. What awakened Dokyeom was Dali’s chirping.
Pii, pii-e—
Its innocent eyes blinked anxiously as it unfolded its wings to check Dokyeom buried inside. As soon as it confirmed he was safe, Dali cried mournfully and pressed its beak against Dokyeom’s cheek. Dokyeom also stroked its beak.
“Oh my, our Dali. You came because you were worried about your brother? Good job, my baby. But what about the others?”
Pii-ek—
Dokyeom turned his head halfway to see where Dali was looking. Admiration burst out immediately. Beom Yeonhu had set up stone pillars, and Taeseongyeon’s legion had used their entire bodies to protect the others as best they could.
Seeing the camcorder sticking out between them, Dokyeom let out another exclamation. Amazing, truly amazing.
As the wall crumbled, the first things that came into view were the dazed expressions of Baek Jiun, Kang Taesan, and Byeon Yeongchan, standing as if dumbfounded.
But the moment Baek Jiun’s lips twitched, an emotion rose on his colorless face. More precisely, it was overwhelming emotion. And joy.
The cry that seemed to carry him away erupted afterward.
“Uwaaaah!”
With bizarre movements, Baek Jiun sprinted straight to where Dokyeom was.
“We won…!! We won!! Hyung, we won! I must be crazy! Hyung, you’re really a madman! No, what is this! An E-rank isn’t an E-rank! I’m B-rank, but you’re E-rank?! Even that guy smashing stones is C-rank, are you crazy!”
Tearing at his hair and spitting, Baek Jiun quickly pulled out his phone, checked it, and moved his eyes rapidly up and down.
“W-wait! Let me organize my questions. What? No, I’ll ask one by one. I’m not running away, okay?”
An unnecessary admiration appeared on Dokyeom’s face.
Seeing that he was still immersed in his broadcast even in this situation, Baek Jiun would survive anywhere. Sighing, he tried to get up from his stiff body, but suddenly the world spun.
[Your ‘Traits Skill’ is entering bloom preparation.]
A brilliant line of text on a pitch-black background.
Before he could catch his breath, a deep hatred attacked him. When he felt a rotational sensation as if he had scraped the ground and circled the world, Dokyeom’s eyes trembled, his complexion drained.
He didn’t even know his legs gave out and he collapsed. Leaning on Dali’s beak that supported him, he bobbed like a sick chicken for a while, and finally faced the skill he had so desired.
[Your ‘Traits Skill’
It was the fame of the witch who dominated a century. The last asset she left behind. It had now come into ‘Han Dokyeom’s’ hands.
It felt as if it were a greeting left by the witch.
Dokyeom, struggling with exhaustion, still captured the witch’s final image in his eyes. Worried about him, Dali’s mournful cries never stopped.
Pii, pii-e!
“Hyung… I’m okay, Dali.”
Contrary to his words, fatigue clung like lead and pressed down on his body. Where the witch had been, only the ashes that had burned remained, piled like a sandcastle. He wanted to search it in case there was something, but everything was difficult.
He would probably collapse as soon as he released Agon and
It seemed that the intensity of the ‘aftereffects’ was determined by injuries, damage received, or how much he rampaged, but since this was only the second time, he had no way to accurately gauge it. Yeah, he didn’t know what ‘moderation’ meant.
What was certain was that the aftereffect was not simply a pain he could endure.
“Dokyeom-ah.”
From afar, Beom Yeonhu called out to Dokyeom with concern. Seeing Beom Yeonhu running over, Dokyeom got up again.
But just as he was rising, a shadow fell at his feet. Since he hadn’t even sensed its presence, Dokyeom could only look up with startled eyes.
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