I’m Just an Ordinary Human

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Vatican City

A city-state located in the heart of Rome, Italy, and the headquarters of the largest religion in the modern era.

Within it, inside the “St. Peter’s Basilica,” which could be considered the pinnacle of religion and art, the executives of the [Artist] gathered.

“To meet my end in this sanctum of art, merely at the hands of a monster, is beyond measure.”

The man, swinging a hammer and chisel on the marble to shape it into a beautiful male form, spoke.

[Sculptor]

The surrounding angel statues created a solemn atmosphere, as if mourning someone who would soon lie here.

“As it stands, calling it a monster is just a derogatory term; it was an entity that defeated the Alliance Leader and opened a new era. The significance of such an existence fading in this symbolic place is profound.”

A man, dressed in formal attire, spoke softly. Holding a conductor’s baton, he checked the numerous instruments arranged before him, smiling in satisfaction at the lovely sound emanating from them.

[Conductor]

A funeral hymn to be dedicated to the great enemy began to resonate in the space.

“Such beautiful harmony.”

The man holding the violin remarked, impressed by the melody that harmoniously bloomed.

In response, the [Conductor] smiled even more contently and replied, “It is an honor to be acknowledged by you.”

[Musician]

A figure particularly revered among the [Artists].

One of the few beings endorsed by the [Artist] himself, who once kept the Alliance Leader in check, a powerhouse indeed.

“Hehe… It’s an incredible honor to have such esteemed individuals gathered to protect me.”

The [Clown] laughed.

These were the top-tier beings, treated especially within the [Artists].

Not dissimilar to the late [Painter], they were ancient strongholds that had started this faction, not merely disposable pieces.

A carefully chosen lineup to hunt the monster that captured the Alliance Leader.

Moreover, while it was also for the purpose of becoming bait, they gathered all [possessed bodies] to consolidate their power.

Even if it was the Alliance Leader, without [Ragnarok], they had a force that could not confront head-on.

All of this was only a process to catch a single monster.

‘You must know this is a trap.’

It was an overtly laid trap without any thought of deceit.

Surely the monster had picked up on their intentions long ago.

But it would walk right into it.

That arrogant monster would surely charge in confidently, even knowing it was a trap.

‘That arrogance will be your undoing.’

All preparations were complete now.

What remained was merely to welcome the impending enemy.

Thinking back, it was a horrific fate.

While I hold no denial over being the one to provoke first, it shouldn’t have escalated to this level ordinarily.

Who could have thought such a being could be so emotional…?

“Anyway, soon… uh…?”

Suddenly looking up at the sky, the [Clown] let out a phrase.

The sky darkens.

A structure descending from above, blocking the sun.

And in the middle, the silhouette of the monster appears.

From a distance that couldn’t even carry sound, the monster’s mouth moved.

Hello.

And when the structures collided with the basilica’s roof, the monster’s voice reached them.

“And goodbye.”

-!

In the heart of Vatican City.

In the religious center and the core of the holy place, a light began to spread, swallowing even sound like the sun rising upon the earth, mixing with flames.

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“Could you please put a stop to the war with the [Artists]?”

The Deputy Priest spoke to Han Yu-seong as politely as possible.

This wasn’t a matter of mediating disputes between factions.

It was a proposal stemming purely from goodwill.

Even if Han Yu-seong was known for valuing emotions over reason, and had a rather impulsive nature that didn’t think deeply…

No matter how one looked at it, he wasn’t so reckless as to go around confronting someone who approached him in pure goodwill.

Of course, when a similar proposal was made by the [Artists], they kindly parted the head and body from one another.

“Um… Is there a reason?”

While the Deputy Priest’s request was one that couldn’t be obliged, Han Yu-seong asked a question regarding the proposal.

Typically, when someone of such stature makes a proposition, they speak of maintaining the balance of power or some such thing, but this didn’t seem to fit that mold.

If it were for such reasons, it wouldn’t be filled with this much goodwill.

“I know that the Prophet is strong.”

Hearing Han Yu-seong’s question, the Deputy Priest looked at him with eyes full of concern and began to speak.

How long had it been since he received such a look…?

He felt a pang rising from deep within his chest.

“But if it continues like this, the Prophet will die.”

Look at that, just overflowing with genuine concern…

…?

“Die? Me?”

“Yes.”

The Deputy Priest said, looking at him with a look of certainty.

It was true.

The Deputy Priest sincerely believed that if the fight continued, he would soon be dead.

“Of course, the Prophet is strong.”

The Deputy Priest had no intention of denying Han Yu-seong’s strength.

After all, he was the being who had hunted down the Alliance Leader, the last [Hero] left on the earth.

Regardless of how time had worn him down and diminished his vitality, his essence remained that of a [Hero].

A being who overcame the impossible, amassed achievements, and surpassed humanity through faith.

A counterpoint to [Abnormality].

In some ways, similar to the [Streamer] that Han Yu-seong had created.

No, something even beyond that level.

A being of such caliber would not be rendered powerless merely due to aging.

Even with an old and faded body, even if pulled back from the frontline and their skills dulled, such a being pushes forth endlessly—that is what a [Hero] is.

The one who defeated such a being, Han Yu-seong, was on par with the true [Gods] of the past.

The pinnacle of the modern age.

However, even such an entity couldn’t escape death if things continued as they were.

If this carried on, they would soon be confronted.

“[Old beings of the Artists] are not to be underestimated.”

[Artists], [Musicians], [Conductors], [Sculptors]

Including the recently joined [Clown].

High-ranking officials belonging to the [Artists].

Powerful enemies, even the Alliance Leader was forced to pull back after suffering heavy losses, mobilizing until [Ragnarok].

If only Han Yu-seong had managed to take them down one by one, it would have been impossible for the [Artists] to accomplish anything.

However, having focused the assassination on the [Clown], he inadvertently gave them time to regroup.

The Four Great Powers.

Those with that name are absolutely not powerless.

The once-great Alliance Leader and the battleground of [Ragnarok] that defeated [Abnormality].

If they were merely a large organization, they would have long since vanished at the hands of the [Alliance].

In other words, the entities with the name of the Four Great Powers hold a power that even the [Alliance]—which had once ruled—would not dare to challenge, recognized by the world.

They were not entities that could be easily defeated in a direct confrontation.

“I’m sorry to say this, but…”

Wasn’t the fall of the [Alliance] also not a conventional process?

Upon hearing that, Han Yu-seong felt a slight discomfort but remained silent.

It was the truth.

[Mystical-Level Phenomenon – Ragnarok]

The reason the [Alliance] could dominate the world above.

A barrier from mythology that kills all [Abnormalities].

Even if they resisted somewhat due to the powers of the [Status Window], had that barrier remained intact, the [Ashen King] would ultimately have been defeated by the shadow soldiers.

Entities are merely a lower version of the shadow soldiers, providing little aid.

If that were the case, then eventually, he would have been crushed by the endless numbers.

No, even if it didn’t go that far…

‘Whether or not the stats apply correctly within that barrier is the real issue.’

In the first battle with the Alliance Leader, he had won overwhelmingly based on raised stats; it would have been impossible to surpass the Alliance Leader in equal specs.

That victory only came because the Alliance Leader had foolishly allowed the first strike without realizing the sudden spike in power.

Had that not happened, even a strengthened self would have faced a tough opponent.

But what if that power increase were impossible?

“Yeah, I understand now.”

The Deputy Priest is saying this.

Thanks to the [Ragnarok] that the [Alliance] had being easily destroyed, could they really manage to overcome an opponent that even the fully prepared [Alliance] was hesitant to fight head-on?

Originally, the entities, which had kept a low profile while the [Alliance] remained strong, began to stir in chaos after the [Abnormality] outpour, which itself proved that they don’t regard the [Broadcasting Station] on the same level as the [Alliance].

“Hah, so that’s why the [Clown] brought along the [Painter] and wreaked havoc in my stronghold.”

Though I initially thought it was just to gauge the strength of the [Broadcasting Station], it was based on a more fundamental reason.

They underestimated it.

If it were truly against the [Alliance] and not the [Broadcasting Station], would they have acted in such a manner?

They were likely searching for something that could crush [Ragnarok], but if that target were the [Alliance], they would silently watch.

Because they were afraid.

Unlike the underestimated [Broadcasting Station].

“[Old beings of the Artists] have moved.”

To capture the Prophet, Han Yu-seong.

“If this continues, I will die, so I advise you to stop,” said the Deputy Priest.

“No, I get the rough idea. I understand but….”

This really pisses me off, doesn’t it?

The [Alliance] is scary, and I look weak, huh?

While listening to the concerned Deputy Priest’s story, I stood up, leaving the now-serious teddy bear behind.

“Well, if my opponent is that strong, I need to prepare more.”

“Are you planning to fight again?”

“Of course, after being hit first, you want me to apologize and end it?”

That’s absolutely out of the question.

I left behind the teddy that tried to stop me and went over to Jung Seong-min and Lumi.

“Hey, let’s go do some work for a bit!”

If I was underestimated, I’d just have to make them not underestimate me ever again.

That day, not only in Seoul but all across Korea, military bases were scoured, and all types of bombs and missiles were gathered.

They say I’ll die if I face them head-on?

Then I won’t face them head-on.

And thus, we arrive at the present moment.

In the middle of Vatican City.

Amidst the grand basilica, which represents a collection of religion and art, a colossal flame began to bloom with a roar that swallowed sound itself.

“Oh, what a night it is.”

So they call themselves [Old beings of the Artists], huh?

Then I’ll show them a taste of the latest modern warfare.