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As Strike-Commander Hwang Tae-ho of the Zeus Guild was grappling with the logistical impossibility of that statement, an event that defied the established laws of modern magic unfolded directly before his eyes.
“Divine Light of Salvation.”
The moment Se-hyeon uttered the activation key, his physical frame became the epicenter of an blinding, pristine white radiance.
HUMMMMMMMMM!
The blinding light cascading from his body did not merely dissipate into the surrounding atmosphere. Instead, it condensed into a singular, immense pillar of pure holy energy that shot violently into the gray sky above.
SWOOOOOOSH!
The veteran combatants holding the primary intersection choked back gasps of pure panic, their formations momentarily wavering as they stared up at the heavens.
“W-What the hell is that?!” “What kind of spell matrix is this?! What is he doing?!”
A mysterious independent hunter had suddenly dropped onto the field, completely shifting the tide of a failing tactical front with destructive black artillery, established an absolute spatial domain that brought the horde to its knees, and was now channeling a pillar of light that pierced the cloud layer. It was outside any combat manual they had ever read.
The pillar of light reached a specific atmospheric altitude, froze for a microsecond, and then expanded horizontally across the sky in all directions.
SHUUUUUUUUUUU!
A translucent, shimmering canopy of holy energy stretched across the heavens, completely veiling the sun. Centered precisely on Se-hyeon’s coordinates, the divine roof expanded to a radius of exactly 500 meters—covering a full 1-kilometer grid of the city. Then, the canopy began to shed a continuous, heavy rain of glowing particles down upon the earth.
SFX: Shuaaaa!
Like a soft, luminous snowfall, thousands of shimmering flakes of golden light drifted onto the ruined asphalt, shattered buildings, and blood-soaked concrete. The moment those glowing particles made physical contact with the frontline hunters—
“What?! My vitals… my health bar is filling up at an absurd speed every time a particle touches my armor!” “Oh my god! Look at my arm—the deep lacerations are completely closing up!”
The mechanical yield of the spell was instantaneous and absolute.
The vanguard tanks caught at the absolute tip of the werewolf spear were facing severe structural fatigue. Their external armor was torn to shreds, their bodies were littered with deep puncture wounds, and their stamina indexes were hovering in the red.
While their respective party healers had been continuously cycling low-tier recovery spells, the need to manage their internal mana reserves meant they could never maintain the tanks at full structural integrity. More importantly, standard target-healing skills possessed very low efficacy when it came to closing deep, physical wounds or stopping severe hemorrhaging.
Yet, this shimmering particulate rain healed massive chunks of their absolute health with every single tick, knit broken flesh and muscle fiber back together seamlessly, and stopped arterial bleeding on contact.
But the vanguard was not the only sector experiencing the anomaly.
“My mana… my internal core regeneration speed has gone vertical!” “This isn’t just accelerated regeneration! The absolute volume of mana being restored per tick has tripled! It’s at least three times my baseline passive recovery!”
The rear damage-dealers were reaping an immense tactical dividend. The primary constraint on a caster during a prolonged wave is the inevitable depletion of their mana pool. Under the golden rain, an interface that previously restored 1 point of mana every 2 seconds was now violently pumping 3 to 4 points of mana into their cores every 2 seconds.
Meanwhile, Se-hyeon—who was executing this massive, area-of-effect holy miracle for the very first time since acquiring it—was experiencing a completely different type of internal panic.
‘Wait… what is this? Why is the visual effect so damn ostentatious and loud?’
The visual output of Divine Light of Salvation was overwhelmingly majestic. The golden canopy, the pillars of absolute light, the shimmering particulate snow—it didn’t look like a standard spell execution. It looked like a living deity was channeling its unmitigated presence through Se-hyeon’s physical flesh. It was profoundly, undeniably sacred.
He had merely expected a highly efficient, wide-range recovery matrix. He had not anticipated that the system would attach a legendary, world-class environmental effect to it.
‘Dammit. If I knew the visual footprint was this aggressive, I would have thought twice before casting it in a public zone. I’ll have to be extremely selective about using this miracle in the future.’
His previous display with the thirty Dark Orbs had already established an unforgettable, terrifying impression on the witnesses. This miracle completely obliterated that memory, painting him as something far more complex—and potentially dangerous—than a mere high-output independent mage.
But while Se-hyeon was internally cringing at the sheer drama of his visual effects, the golden rain was already fundamentally altering the survival metrics across the entire 1-kilometer perimeter.
At an isolated side-street intersection three blocks away from the primary gate.
An uncontained flank of the werewolf horde had slammed into a small bottleneck, where two independent B-rank parties were currently locked in a desperate, losing struggle for survival.
“Ugh! We can’t hold this line anymore! Expecting two fractured teams to contain a flanking surge of this volume was a statistical impossibility from the start!”
The two frontline tanks had seen their absolute health drop below the 40% threshold. Their heavy iron plate armor was warped and punctured by iron axes. Blood seeped from dozens of lacerations across their limbs, and their internal stamina pools were entirely depleted. They had held the narrow street through sheer, desperate willpower, but the endless stream of slavering Werewolf Warriors had pushed them to their absolute physical limits.
Yet, retreat was a death sentence for the thousands of civilians fleeing down the main boulevard behind them.
“We have to hold! If this alleyway buckles, the wolves will hit the main evacuation corridor and butcher everyone! Look out—the left flank is breaking! Seong-chan! Move left and fill the gap!”
Two exhausted tanks simply did not possess the geometric width to seal a standard four-lane city street. The intelligent monsters were actively exploiting the spatial gaps, attempting to leap over the iron rims to access the fragile casters in the rear.
Up until now, the party’s melee damage-dealers had been acting as human filler to plug those leaks. But when the commander called out to his veteran rogue to seal the left vector once more, the response he received was pure despair.
“Seong-chan can’t move anymore! His health isn’t just low—his chest was completely caved in by a heavy kinetic strike! His vitals are failing and he’s actively entering a near-death state! Jae-jin isn’t doing any better!”
A fragile rogue class had been forced to act as a physical wall against heavy C-rank brutes multiple times. Lacking the innate defensive passives and damage-mitigation attributes of a true vanguard tank, the raw kinetic impact had accumulated within his skeletal structure, completely breaking his physical frame and reducing him to a state of absolute combat incapacitation.
“What?! Dammit… this is madness! Out of my way—Taunt!”
THUD!
The lead tank threw his remaining weight into a Taunt skill, successfully drawing the aggression of the Werewolf Warriors attempting to breach the left vector. But it was a temporary fix. His own shield arm was fractured, and his internal health bar was ticking down into the single digits.
“H-Healer! Give me a burst heal now!”
He locked his broken arm against the shield, but the relentless kinetic pressure from the heavy axes was bleeding through his defense, shaving off his remaining life second by second. He screamed for assistance, but—
“I’m completely dry! Total mana depletion! I need at least twenty seconds for my core to cycle enough mana for a minor heal!”
The answer was a death knell. No matter how perfectly a support managed their resources, a standard core possessed hard limits. Facing an unmitigated, non-stop slaughterhouse, the healer had been forced to burn every drop of mana just to keep the tanks breathing, finally hitting absolute zero.
“Listen to me, Bae-sang! Staying here is pure suicide! We have to execute an immediate tactical withdrawal! If we stay, the entire roster experiences a total party wipe!” the right-flank tank screamed, his boots sliding back across the bloodied asphalt.
But the tank named Bae-sang refused to unlock his boots. “If we withdraw, those thousands of trapped civilians behind us will be systematically slaughtered! Don’t you get it? The only reason this Dungeon Break triggered is because our raid team failed to suppress the population surge inside the gate! This blood is already on our hands!”
They were part of the original vanguard that had been driven out of the depth. The moral weight of their failure was a heavy chain around their necks; they could not run from the monsters they had brought to the surface.
“Dammit! Fine! Let’s just die together then!” the other tank roared, spitting blood.
If he pulled back alone, the line would instantly disintegrate and abandon his comrades to a flanking execution. With no viable alternatives, he re-gripped his cracked weapon and prepared for the final impact.
Right at that exact microsecond—
SFX: Shara-rak!
A brilliant, translucent canopy of gold light unfurled across the high sky above the alleyway, and a dense, shimmering rain of golden particles began to drift down between the concrete buildings. The moment those glowing flakes dissolved into their broken flesh—
FLASH!
“Wh-What is this?! My health bar… it’s surging upward! Look at my arm—the fractured bone is resetting itself!” “My mana! My core regeneration multiplier just went through the roof! I have enough for a heavy burst heal!”
The divine particulate rain fell without pause, violently reconstructing their failing biology. Vitals that had been hovering on the brink of absolute cessation surged back into the safe zone within seconds. The rogue who had been suffocating on his own crushed lungs let out a sharp, clear breath as his chest cavity was completely repaired by the holy light.
“My god… what is this phenomenon? Has a deity physically descended onto the Seoul grid?”
They had zero comprehension of the underlying mechanics, but the independent hunters who had been reconciled to a brutal death were instantly pulled back from the abyss by the golden rain.
“I don’t care if it’s a god or an Association satellite—just move and kill!” Bae-sang roared, his shield glowing with a sudden influx of renewed stamina. “We don’t know how long this aura will last, but with this baseline recovery, those wolves can’t breach this street! Push them back!”
Their health was full, their physical traumas were entirely erased, and their mana pools were rapidly refilling to maximum capacity. The mathematical certainty of their death had been replaced by an ironclad operational window. With renewed ferocity, the two parties locked their lines and began systematically driving the beasts back toward the main boulevard.
Meanwhile, inside the emergency trauma ward of a major general hospital located within the 1-kilometer red zone.
The facility had transformed into an absolute warzone. A massive wave of casualties was streaming through the doors—dozens of civilians showing catastrophic trauma metrics, their lives hanging by a single thread.
“Clear that gurney! Get the thoracic kit ready! Move, move, move!”
The Chief of Emergency Medicine sprinted through the triage floor, his voice hoarse as he pushed his residents to their physical limits. But trying to stabilize hundreds of severe trauma patients with a single, understaffed regional medical team was an exercise in pure statistical futility. They simply did not have enough hands to stem the bleeding.
“C-Chief… we need to abandon the first floor right now. We have to evacuate the mobile patients to the upper levels,” one of the senior fellows whispered, his face completely pale as he grabbed the Chief’s sleeve. “The security feed shows that the independent hunter squad holding the primary hospital courtyard is buckling. The line could fail at any second. If the wolves breach the main lobby, staying here means a total massacre.”
The Chief’s expression twisted into an icy scowl. “What? Escape? And leave these non-ambulatory trauma patients to be torn apart on the tables? Is that the oath you took when you put on that white coat?!”
“The monsters don’t respect the Hippocratic Oath, Chief! If that courtyard line fractures, those beasts will flood this ward in seconds! If we are dead, what the hell does our medicine matter anyway?!”
The fellow was entering a state of absolute psychological panic. It was hard to blame him; the muffled roars of hundreds of Werewolf Warriors attempting to breach the perimeter gates could be heard clearly through the reinforced glass windows of the lobby. A small group of three independent B-rank parties was currently acting as a thin wall in the courtyard, but their defense was rapidly deteriorating.
“Even if that perimeter fails, there are human beings in this room whose survival depends entirely on our hands. A doctor does not run from his theater. However… I do not possess the administrative authority to command your life. If you want to run, run. I won’t stop you.”
The Chief turned back to the open chest cavity on his table, his fingers working with cold precision. He believed a physician’s place was at the side of the dying, regardless of the variable, but he would not force his personal moral framework onto his subordinates during a lethal breach.
The fellow bit his lower lip so hard it bled, his hands shaking as he stared at the chaos around him. “Tsk… Chief!”
“Make your decision right now!” the Chief barked without looking up. “Clear the floor and run, or pick up a scalpel and get to work!”
The absolute authority in the older man’s voice finally snapped the fellow out of his panic cycle. He let out a long, ragged sigh, his expression hardening. “Haa… understood. Everyone, focus! You heard the Chief! Re-establish the triage grid and move your asses!”
He chose to stand his ground.
Right at that microsecond—
SFX: Shara-rak!
The glowing golden particles raining from the sky pierced straight through the reinforced concrete roof of the hospital, completely ignoring the structural density of the building as they drifted smoothly into the first-floor emergency ward. The moment the holy flakes touched the skin of the dying patients—
“H-Heh?! What… Chief! Look at patient three! His arterial laceration… the bleeding just stopped completely!” “My god! The compound fracture on this child’s femur is resetting itself organically! Look at the monitor—his ruptured liver is showing immediate tissue regeneration!”
The continuous, unmitigated downpour of divine energy was systematically rebuilding every failing biological system in the room. Patients who had been classified as black-tagged—doomed to die within minutes due to internal organ failure—were pulled back into stable parameters before the doctors could even apply a bandage.
“What kind of medicine is this…? Is this a divine miracle from the heavens?”
The Chief stared at his hands, entirely speechless. He was a man of pure science, an elite clinician who demanded empirical evidence for every biological shift—yet looking at the flatlines on his monitors suddenly jumping back into perfect, rhythmic sinus cycles under a rain of golden light, he could find no other word. It was a miracle.
Back at the primary intersection, Se-hyeon was staring up at his own golden canopy, mentally calculating his resource loops.
‘Hmm… how long am I supposed to keep this channel active? My mana isn’t even dropping, but the sheer aesthetic footprint is getting a bit ridiculous.’
Maintaining the massive miracle didn’t present a single mechanical drawback. Following his Stage 3 evolution, his absolute mana pool had surged past the 180,000 threshold. More importantly, his passive mana regeneration velocity and recovery volume had scaled so aggressively that the continuous drain of Divine Light of Salvation was entirely offset by his passive intake.
He could maintain the regional healing canopy while simultaneously cycling twenty Dark Orbs without his internal reserves ever dipping below 95%. The only real issue was the sheer, unmitigated drama of the visual effects. It was incredibly embarrassing to stand in the center of a literal holy light show.
Right then, the support mapper who had been monitoring the 3D hologram let out a high-pitched, ecstatic scream. “M-Master Mage! Look at the telemetry! Every single faded icon on the grid has just snapped back to its solid profile! Every independent hunter, every civilian… the entire perimeter is green!”
Every single entity that had been hovering on the brink of absolute death within a 500-meter radius had been completely stabilized and repaired by Se-hyeon’s hand.
“This is insane… can a single independent hunter truly possess this tier of absolute authority? It’s completely unprecedented.” “Wait, didn’t he introduce himself as a Mage class? There is zero chance that man is a standard damage-dealer. Look at the ambient aura—it’s profoundly holy. Is he a hidden high-tier Pope class? No… even an active S-rank High Priest from the major international guilds cannot output a regional recovery field of this scale.”
The sheer majesty of his current presentation was overwhelming. The witnesses had completely forgotten about the terrifying black orbs that had vaporized the lead wave moments ago; their minds had completely re-categorized Se-hyeon as an absolute, supreme-tier Savior class.
Weighing his options, Se-hyeon decided to keep the canopy active until the gate was entirely suppressed. The portal was still actively venting monsters, and a significant portion of the pack was still attempting to split into the side streets. If he dropped the healing miracle now, the localized nodes would simply begin buckling again.
As long as he maintained the particulate rain, the hunters on the periphery could fight with zero fear of mortality, provided they weren’t instantly decapitated in a single strike. It was the fastest, most mathematically sound path to absolute containment.
‘Tsk… I’ll keep the channel open until the portal’s birth cycle ceases. If I cut the light now, the macro-situation will deteriorate immediately.’
Though the absolute theatricality of the spell was making his skin crawl, practical efficiency took precedence over personal comfort. He had crossed the line into the conflict; he would ensure it was resolved with zero allied casualties.
Right then—
“KUOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
From the absolute center of the blood-red portal, a massive, terrifying roar shook the foundations of the surrounding skyscrapers. The structural architect of the entire Dungeon Break—the Elite Werewolf Warlord—finally stepped onto the asphalt of Seoul.
‘Ah, so the commander of the training grounds has finally decided to report for duty.’
The moment the massive, silver-furred Elite entity materialized, the hunters holding the shield wall felt their bodies instinctively tighten with pure combat stress.
“I-It’s the Elite entity!” “Tsk! The gate commander has bridged! Everyone, lock your focus! Now that the master unit is on the field, the horde’s behavioral routing is going to shift!”
An Elite entity within an uncontained Break didn’t merely possess high individual stats; it acted as a central command node, actively altering the tactical behavior and AI pathing of every lower-tier monster tied to the gate.
“GRAWRRRRRRR!”
The Warlord slammed its massive halberd into the pavement, letting out a localized shockwave roar. Instantly, the pathing of the Werewolf Warriors altered.
Up until now, the bulk of the horde had been instinctively charging the primary human wall at the intersection. But following the Warlord’s strategic command, the wolves stopped throwing themselves blindly into the golden Sanctuary domain. Instead, the massive stream of monsters fractured, and the volume of beasts actively sprinting down the flanking side streets multiplied by ten.
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