I’m Just an Ordinary Human

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The moment the [Sculptor] is hunted down by the [Streamers].

Similar events were happening all around the world.

[Raid Event – Artist]

A large-scale event open to [Streamers] worldwide!

Information regarding the location and weaknesses of the nearby [Artist’s Workshop], along with some general strategies!

And as a reward, they’re handing out the minor version skills of the respective executives to the top three contributors?

Moreover, even if you’re not a top [Streamer], just participating nets you enough points to manage a stronghold without any inconveniences for a while.

Literally, it’s foolish not to join.

What? You think a raid is dangerous?

Sure, if it were the very beginning of the crisis, but the [Streamers] left now aren’t foolish enough to sacrifice an opportunity just to save their lives.

In this day and age, you have to hunt for [Abnormalities] to make a living, and even that could get you killed if luck isn’t on your side.

In fact, events where [Streamers] gather in numbers may have a higher survival probability.

Thus, [Streamers] from all across the globe congregated, eyeing the rewards.

“[Sculptor], [Altar Maker], [Jeweler], [Danya Maker]….”

Looks like there are about 30 of them.

That’s quite a crowd.

“Still, almost all have been taken down.”

I checked the information on the [Artists] that had been exterminated worldwide.

Complete annihilation of the younger executives, excluding the ancient [Artists] who have lived for centuries.

Unlike the [Painter], the [Clown] had a lot of information.

After all, they were in different positions.

The old [Painter] had died, and in his place, a new [Painter] emerged.

That guy was merely a low-tier executive.

Due to the independent nature of [Artists], unless they’re very close, they wouldn’t know information about other executives.

It was natural he had no information about that other guy.

Looking at his personality, it didn’t seem like he had any close friends anyway.

On the other hand, the [Clown].

He filled the position of the high executive that had been vacant for quite a while since the old [Painter] was murdered by the Alliance Leader.

Unlike the clumsy imitations of other executives, he was the real deal—a true [Demon].

Why the [Demon of Kidnapping and Murder] is an [Artist] aside,

Could it really be that murder is also a form of art…?

Regardless, though he was definitely weaker compared to other high executives, he had enough strength and position as a genuine [Demon].

Particularly because of the role he held, he was pretty much aware of the positions and information of almost all executives.

“Thanks to that, I was able to move the [Streamers] and sweep everything away.”

In the first place, aside from high executives, the other guys weren’t that strong.

No, of course, in comparison to the pre-cataclysm era, they were strong.

While the Alliance Leader was restrained by the checks from high executives, he had no power to stop the [Abnormality] terror raging across different regions.

He could only send agents belatedly to clean things up, barely preventing information from leaking out.

This was partly because the agents were incompetent, but it’s just that the vast majority of humans struggle to surpass an F rank, no matter how hard they try.

Since the end of the [Mythic Era], only the ancient [Artists] or inherently blessed geniuses like Jung Seong-min, who are currently messing around in the city, could break that barrier.

Even if they used [Abnormal Entities] as tools, unless it reached the level of a [Company], the limits were clear due to [Corruption], and even within a [Company], there were few who could contend with lower-tier [Artists].

That’s why [Artists] were able to rampage without knowing how terrifying they could be.

“But the situation has changed.”

While the [Painter] was exceptionably at a B rank, that was only possible because he had a [Brush].

In the first place, that [Painter] was the acting leader of the [Artists], and while he couldn’t be considered a high executive, he was a symbol of the faction’s power.

Not even a proper [Demon], he was of a lower tier, but if you simply look at strength, he could even be evaluated higher than the [Sculptor] or [Conductor].

That [Painter], without the [Brush], would ultimately only be around E rank.

When you think about it, the majority of the executives seem to not differ much from the [Painter] without the [Brush].

There was indeed an exceptional case where [Picture], which absorbed Lumi and Kim Min-seong’s systems, gained the name and [Divinity] of the [Painter], but that was a real exception.

Roughly F~D

The power level of the lower-tier executives is just about that.

To be honest, a single [Silver Rank Streamer] could handle them easily.

At that level, it would equate to around E rank.

Of course, separate from the power level, due to experience and skill, it’s impossible to win 1v1, but even that becomes impossible for a lower-tier executive if they’re up against a group.

– Oh no!

The last remaining lower-tier executive’s head was chopped off in the video.

[Gardener]

That guy was pretty strong, around D rank, but in the hands of [Streamers], even [Gold Rank] mixed in, he was ultimately hunted down.

With this, the lower-tier executives of the [Artists] were wiped out.

So then…

“I’ve cut off all hands and feet now.”

How will they react?

*

Of course, the ancient [Artists] were aware that the executives of the [Artists] were dying all over.

In the first place, most of the current lower-tier executives were [Abnormalities] created when ancient [Artists] bestowed their faith to the old [Clown], just like handing seeds to the [Beautiful Figure] without a face.

They couldn’t possibly ignore the disappearance of those beings, which were like their own doubles.

“Persistent, aren’t they?”

Even after capturing the target, the [Clown], they still moved as if they wanted to uproot the [Artists].

While the blade had not reached them, since the [Clown] had been captured, the annihilation of the lower executives was practically assured.

Did they suggest handing over the [Clown] for peace?

I recalled what the [Sculptor] had said in the last meeting.

If it was eventually going to happen like this, it might have been better to follow that suggestion.

“A missile, really, there’s a limit to unexpectedness….”

I was shocked by the building bomb they first launched, but the final missile was something they couldn’t even imagine.

Should I really call them young?

Their thought processes were at a different level compared to us old folks.

It’s like awe just slips out.

The fear is palpable.

They even had the means to actually execute such absurd plans….

“Where on earth did they come from?”

The [Musician], who had been watching the [Artist], said.

“This is a problem. At this point, one of us has to disappear.”

“Hmm….”

The [Artist] stared at the [Musician].

Unlike the [Sculptor] and [Conductor], who were in disarray and couldn’t pull themselves together, the [Musician] appeared somewhat singed yet still intact.

They hurriedly moved because of the missile, but had the [Musician] not somehow managed to block it, even if the [Artist] moved, rescuing them would have been impossible.

That’s even though the two were in a dying state.

“….First, let’s recover the two of them.”

That’s exactly what the [Musician] said.

They had come too far to coexist in harmony.

If they intended to coexist, they should have handed over the [Clown] according to the suggestions raised in the last meeting.

“The power of the [Artists] we’ve nurtured for centuries is regrettable, but we have no choice but to give up.”

Their power was on the decline, and the remaining ones were in a state of defeat…

What a mess this is.

“But still, I saw a glimmer of hope.”

Even with all their traps destroyed, the [Sculptor] was able to stall for time.

Of course, solo he couldn’t match up, but if the [Conductor] secured enough instruments and the [Musician] supported him….

If he joined in too, they could capture him.

That’s how the [Artist] assessed the situation.

“That damned old man….”

Delaying my moves due to interference from the [Temple] resulted in this mess.

If it weren’t for that, we could’ve caught them this time.

The barrier that neutralizes [Abnormalities] was slightly troublesome, but it was something I could handle.

Perhaps with a regular barrier, I could simply overwrite it with my own.

But then, because that old man’s power suddenly intervened, this situation arose.

“What on earth is that old man thinking?”

The [Temple], which had been hiding for a long time, suddenly moved.

And in favor of the newly risen force, the [Broadcasting Station].

Did they think they could gain favor by helping to take down the Alliance Leader?

“Well, whatever.”

Next, they wouldn’t be able to interfere.

Despite being interrupted at an entirely unexpected timing, knowing they would interfere means I can just avoid them.

That monster is no different.

So they shoot missiles and run away because it seems unfavorable?

Then we can fight in a place where they can’t destroy their own hideout.

“Right, it’s called Korea.”

That monster’s base.

“If one of us has to disappear, then we can’t be the ones to vanish.”

Perfect, we need massive manifestations to recover the two anyway….

“Busan….”

The location where the [Clown] felt massive manifestations.

“Let’s head there for now.”

After all, the second match against that monster will have to be fought there.

It wouldn’t be a bad choice to hide next to it and sap away its strength.

*

[Artist]

An entity that holds a name rather than a power.

A being that receives [Faith] like a [God].

This is positioned against the [Demon], who is the counterpart of the [God].

No one denies the greatness of this.

A ruler existing above in an age that warrants arrogance.

An all-around genius who knew everything and mastered everything from birth.

His only mistake was one.

Not bothering to understand what the [Alliance] had suppressed since thousands of years before his birth in this rapidly changing world.

Busan, Korea.

A city that faced destruction due to the flood of [Abnormalities].

The all-around genius who had mastered everything faced the unknown for the first time.

“This is…!”

At the moment he sensed the [Abnormality] and tried to retreat urgently, his vision darkened.

And in that darkness, he saw the red letters.

YOU DIED

Crackle—

Zzzzzzzzzt—

Pik—

“Game Over.”

At the spot where the [Artist] had vanished.

Only the sound of a woman’s laughter reverberated through the space.

Giggle-