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Chapter 410: Episode 78: The story's turning point (2)

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Cheok Junkyung drew his sword and stepped forward. The fables he had honed on the Island of Reincarnators wrapped around his body, writhing like muscles.

[Let's go, little Transcendent.]

Kyrios climbed onto Junkyung's shoulder. The two had fought Indescribable Distance together before.

As Junkyung leaped into the air, Kyrios's [Electrification] flowed over Junkyung's sword. Bright blue-white energy enveloped Junkyung's body, making him flash like a god of lightning.

[I, Cheok Junkyung, have waited only for this day!]

His bold Status surged forth.

Before him stood an enemy his sword, which had cut mountains and seas, had never been able to cut.

For this moment alone, he had trained his unfinished Fourth Sword.

He had spent that time creating a single sword form that could stand against that immeasurable, desolate void.

And this was the result.

Junkyung's tightly compressed fables ignited, and Kyrios's lightning spun fiercely.

The Constellations on the ground looked up.

One Constellation and one Transcendent.

As if mocking their Status, a split body of Indescribable Distance opened its mouth toward them. Just as that maw of dark mist was about to swallow the starlight:

Fourth Form.

Junkyung's sword shone.

Four Swords Severing the Void.

The center of the mist slowly began to split apart. Something was flowing down from its core as though a beast's belly had been torn open. A yellow eye protruding from the dark mist collapsed as it spewed fables.

[Many Constellations cannot take their eyes off Goryeo's Top Swordsman's martial prowess!]

[Many Constellations gape at the unbelievable sight!]

Every Constellation on the ground was stunned.

It might have been a split body, but it was still Indescribable Distance.

The janitor of the Star Stream, a Calamity that devoured warped Plausibility.

Junkyung had cut a Calamity said to be impossible for anyone to face.

No one had even properly seen the form of his sword strike.

Only Yu Junghyeok recognized it. Even Junghyeok, who had cut a star, looked surprised at that moment.

"Intent-Form Sword..."

The power to cut the world through one's will alone. The highest realm one could reach through martial arts. Junkyung had only reached that lofty realm after becoming a Constellation.

[There is nothing my sword cannot cut!]

Watching the mist scatter helplessly amid the bursting rays of light, Junkyung felt liberated as well.

How long had he endured to cut that thing?

The exhilaration of reaching the realm of thoughtlessness, where his will itself became a sword. The fourth sword form, Four Swords Severing the Void, was the distilled essence of the martial arts he had comprehended.

He looked toward Junghyeok and shouted.

[Go, descendants! Go to Kim Dokja and...]

Junkyung couldn't finish his words. A tremendous impact from behind damaged his Incarnation body.

He fell like a meteor and buried himself in the ground.

When he barely managed to look up amid the shaking surroundings, Junkyung realized what had happened. Someone muttered.

[Good heavens... The Star Stream will be destroyed.]

It made no sense.

Junkyung felt his Incarnation body tremble.

How?

But he had definitely cut it just now.

As if what had happened moments ago had been nothing but a joke, a gigantic eye stared down at him from the sky.

There wasn't just one split body.

So many split bodies covered the sky. There seemed to be at least several dozen split bodies of Indescribable Distance descending to devour the living beings on the ground.

[Aaaaaaah!]

Gripped by fear, Historical-grade Constellations fled beyond the horizon. Yet Calamities were rushing in from that direction as well.

Craaack!

The Constellations' Incarnation bodies were crushed like soft pulp between teeth sprouting from the mist. There was no way to evade them or flee. It was better than facing the Apocalypse Dragon's shockwaves, but this was just as hopeless.

[Everyone, stay calm. You saw it just now. We can fight them!]

Dionysus shouted at the top of his lungs, but the Constellations couldn't unite.

[Damn it...]

The Constellations of Olympus, who had spent a considerable amount of Status enduring the first two shockwaves, couldn't display their full strength. The underworld, which had also spent too much Plausibility, was selecting its fables.

Uriel and Black Flame Dragon were the only ones putting up a decent fight.

"Get lost! Get the hell out of here, you bastards!"

Junghyeok, Han Suyeong, and Huiwon stood back-to-back, releasing their Status. They planned to throw themselves toward where Dokja had vanished as soon as they saw even the slightest opening in the incoming dark mist.

But there was no opening.

At this rate, their allies would be wiped out before they could even save Dokja.

"Damn it! Isn't there anyone else? Doesn't Kim Dokja have any other friends?"

Yet no matter how hard they thought, no names came to mind that could help them.

The Statuses of Black Flame Dragon and Uriel were gradually weakening.

[The Constellation Demonic Judge of Fire glares at the Scribe of heaven.]

[The Constellation Abyssal Black Flame Dragon says he still cannot use Right Hand of the Void of Destruction...]

The dark mist covering the Island of Reincarnators had now finished warming up to swallow the island.

That was when something like a car's headlights shone in the distance.

Screeeech!

Something burst through the smoke from the explosion and arrived.

The car that emerged from the dusty haze was familiar to the members of Kim Dokja Company.

[Hmm. It would be troublesome if you got hurt here. You still have three advertisements left to film.]

The door of an X-grade Ferrari opened, and a graying middle-aged man waved with a cheerful smile. He wore a pink Hawaiian shirt with pineapples on it and ripped jeans.

Suyeong's mouth fell open at that outrageous fashion sense, which didn't suit a battlefield at all.

"Mass Production Maker?"

A few Constellations fighting the Calamities nearby muttered.

[Mass Production Maker? Is he a strong Constellation?]

[No, he's an old man who isn't much help.]

[I think I've heard of him. They say he's blinded by coins and churns out trashy fables...]

Suyeong looked at Mass Production Maker.

Mass Production Maker was a fabled-grade Constellation. Compared to his rank, though, the Status he gave off wasn't very strong.

Mass Production Maker chuckled.

[Hehe, I suppose I don't look very reliable.]

At that relaxed remark, Thor, who had been spitting out a mouthful of wine, shouted.

[Hey, Persistent Constellation! If you're here, lend us a hand already! We need every hand we can get, even an old man's!]

[Hmm. I didn't come here to fight.]

[Then why did you come?]

[To contribute some coins.]

[You crazy old man... What good would that do right now?]

The Constellations shouted in rage.

[Get lost if you're just going to say nonsense! You old man blinded by coins...!]

Mass Production Maker didn't look intimidated at all.

For a moment, Suyeong remembered a conversation she had once had with Dokja.

Watching Mass Production Maker talk to dokkaebis beyond a recording studio, she had asked Dokja.

"Kim Dokja. What's with that Constellation? He doesn't even look that strong, so why are the dokkaebis groveling before him?"

Dokja had answered as if it were obvious.

"Because he has a lot of coins."

Like Dokja back then, Mass Production Maker was smiling now.

[I don't understand young people. Why do you disregard coins?]

[They're nothing but consumables...]

Whirr.

A coin rose above Mass Production Maker's palm. It was worth 1 coin.

[Look closely. Does this look like nothing more than a consumable to you? Have you ever wondered why the Star Stream uses coins as its unit of trade?]

[What bullshit are you spouting?]

Mass Production Maker stared at the split bodies that had drawn close enough to reach them.

[I'll give you a hint. Everything in the Star Stream is made of fables. So what do you think coins are?]

[Have you gone senile? I'm busy, so don't talk to me!]

The Constellations were too busy pouring Mana into the air, as though there was no reason to listen to such nonsense.

Suyeong listened even in the middle of that desperate situation.

Then she got goosebumps.

Mass Production Maker was right. Everything in the Star Stream was made of fables.

Then why was the Star Stream's unit of trade coins rather than fables?

Tzzzzzt.

An enormous amount of Plausibility was gathering around Mass Production Maker. Under its influence, his Status was being amplified.

In an instant, his Status surpassed the Historical-grade level, then the fabled-grade level.

The Constellations of good and evil turned toward Mass Production Maker at once, startled by the terrifying increase in his Status.

[A very old fable begins its story.]

Mass Production Maker. He too was a Constellation pursuing his own single story. Then what was the ■■ he pursued?

[What rules the world is neither good nor evil. It is capital.]

Mass Production Maker threw the coin high into the sky.

Junghyeok, Suyeong, and Huiwon all watched it.

But no one could see its denomination.

[And I have more coins than anyone else in this Star Stream.]

More precisely, no matter what number was written on it, they would have believed it.

How many coins did one have to use to create a miracle like that with coins alone?

[Someone has used a massive quantity of coins!]

[The fable Materialism begins its story!]

A moment later, a tremendous roar rang out beyond the sky where the coin had vanished.

Crack!

A swirling door was opening.

It was a gate.

[A one-way gate has been created!]

A single Constellation had opened a gate that only dokkaebis and the Administration Bureau could open.

[As for the corresponding fable's Plausibility, the Administration Bureau of the Star Stream...]

[Summoning has begun!]

Humanoid figures were faintly visible beyond the gate.

With the relaxed expression of someone on vacation, Mass Production Maker shrugged.

[Well, you are right about one thing. I'm not very good at fighting.]

Dazzling light burst from beyond the gate.

As if he had expected it, Mass Production Maker put on sunglasses and continued.

[Instead, I can use this to bring friends who are good at fighting.]

Those being summoned onto the battlefield through the gate.

Yu Junghyeok was the first to recognize them.

"Master?"

The Sky-Splitting Sword Saint and Transcendents were flying through the gate. Aside from the Sky-Splitting Sword Saint, there were familiar faces among the Transcendents.

One-Punch Invincible Yoo Hoseong.

The strongest person on the Island of Reincarnators had also joined this Scenario to help. The Sky-Splitting Sword Saint must have arrived late to persuade them.

Still, Junghyeok's expression didn't improve.

Could this group alone stop the split bodies?

There were dozens of that Calamity's split bodies that even fabled-grade Constellations couldn't handle. No matter how strong the Sky-Splitting Sword Saint and Yoo Hoseong were, this wasn't an enemy the Transcendents alone could face.

Then Junghyeok spotted one more familiar face at the back of the Transcendents.

"Fuck, you should've let us come like this from the start!"

It was Jang Hayoung.

A few allies shouted Hayoung's name.

Hayoung gave an awkward smile and waved.

"Sorry I'm so late! I had to persuade someone."

Persuade someone?

Hayoung couldn't continue.

A large number of Indescribable Distance's split bodies had changed direction at the arrival of the new powerful beings.

Hayoung's expression grew tense as she watched that Outer God approaching her.

Hayoung had seen them in the Demon Realm before. She also knew very well that, as she was now, she couldn't handle even one split body.

Not with her own power alone.

The next moment, a golden aura exploded from Hayoung's body. Enormous Status was being released with her body at its center. Hayoung's blond hair flowed like waves, and a small golden circlet formed around her white forehead. A beautiful golden fur garment covered her entire body like a pelt.

When Hayoung slowly opened her eyes, the uncanny aura of Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils swirled within them.

[The Constellation Abyssal Black Flame Dragon narrows his eyes.]

[The Constellation Demonic Judge of Fire is startled.]

[The Constellation Goryeo's Top Swordsman sighs.]

[All Constellations of the neutral alignment are unable to hide their shock!]

Everyone there recognized the identity of that Status. They couldn't fail to recognize it.

In Hayoung's hand, stretched toward the sky, was the heaviest staff in the world.

As infinitely arrogant and noble eyes stared into the sky, every cloud in the world trembled at once.

[Go save Kim Dokja.]

The one speaking those words wasn't Jang Hayoung.

[The Constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband has manifested in the Scenario!]

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