ALL NOVEL Chapter 45
[God’s Music]
The sacred melody mixes with the space.
“This is….”
The atmosphere transforms into an [Abnormality].
[Divinity] replaces the air, and [Music] replaces the space.
It is the place where the [God]’s power resides.
[Divine Realm]
Unlike the [Ashen King] trapped within the space of a school, the phenomenon akin to [Ragnarok] caused by [Skoll] and [Hati] transforms the space just by their presence.
The [Power] of the [Complete God].
“It’s dizzying.”
Colors spread through the air like paint in water, and the space swirls as if stirred by a brush.
“They say the emotions from music and the delirium from drugs are similar, huh?”
A phenomenon unheard of even by the Deputy Priest.
It’s like the world viewed through the eyes of drug addicts, the scenery shifts and warps.
The space is intoxicated by [Music].
Right, it can’t just end with humans being brainwashed by something grandly named [God’s Music].
“This is troublesome.”
If I’m right….
“Welcome, you’ve come well to the world of music.”
And die.
“Shit, I figured this would happen.”
I hurriedly kicked off the floor, launching myself into the air.
Immediately, the floor collapses.
No, it’s not that the floor is collapsing.
The very space where the floor existed twists and a gigantic pit forms.
[Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart]
A man born with the talent of the [God] as a human, living as the so-called [God of Music].
A musician who heard his music respected that talent to the point of calling him the Jesus of music.
In the [Divine Realm] ruled by music.
He is truly an omnipotent being in this space.
Streetlights fall apart like tentacles and begin to stretch out to grasp me.
Buildings with eyes and mouths rise up, approaching as if to swallow me whole.
Even the air shakes to the rhythm of the music, creating a fierce wind to cut at me.
“Is this the sensation that the world opposes?”
From the smallest element composing gas to the ground beneath and the radiant light of the vast sky, everything rejects me as a foreign substance.
“It’s terrible.”
KWAAN—
In the moment I destroy the approaching buildings and tentacles, a massive shadow once again envelops me.
[Sculptor]
That which was nothing more than a moving corpse, now endowed with the [Divinity] of the [Musician], regains power close to its prime.
Even [Demons] cannot help but pay respects to the [God’s Music]!
The giant statue with its shattered arm prepares to strike down Han Yu-seong once more.
KWAAN—
The divine punishment to erase the foreign substances of the world descends upon Han Yu-seong’s head.
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– What’s going on? The background is warping!
– They said it was a full-scale battle, but the opponent is pretty strong.
– Can our director win that?
The chat continues to surge upward.
The number of viewers increases as the broadcast covers the battle between Han Yu-seong and the [Artist].
Indeed, the news of Busan had already reached Seoul.
After all, the invasion was broadcast live.
The broadcast initially aimed to recruit those interested in strengthening power in Busan, but it ultimately ended, leaving only fear behind.
The sight of hundreds being wiped out in an instant left the forces in Seoul and the survivors shell-shocked.
Though the individual [Streamer] present was weaker than them, the sheer number made it a different story.
Amidst this, Han Yu-seong, the leader of the [Broadcasting Station], personally set out to subdue Busan.
Survivors trembling in fear.
Those wishing to verify the situation in Busan.
Those with dark motives to measure Han Yu-seong’s strength.
All gathered to the broadcast.
And naturally, it was a shock for everyone.
[A Fight of the Gods.]
Thanks to the cleanup performed by the [Broadcasting Station], the fight now seemed closer to cosmic horror than the weak [Abnormalities] they’d been hunting.
“How strange.”
The Deputy Priest watching the broadcast thought.
Strong.
In an absurd way.
“I’m sure the [Musician] was strong, but….”
It shouldn’t have been to that extent, right?
As if in proportion to the strengthened [Musician], the [Sculptor] who couldn’t really exert power seemed in a poor state, and the [Conductor] did not even show his face….
“Huh?”
At that moment, the [Security Guard] passes into the Deputy Priest’s field of vision.
Is it a patrol?
“But what’s in that direction….”
What else was there besides the prison holding the [Clown]?
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Overwhelming mass.
Under the pressure akin to being crushed by a mountain, Han Yu-seong remains unscathed.
Muscle A
Transcending the human species, reaching something beyond, that power doesn’t simply increase strength.
Not only does it bolster raw strength, but it also enhances elasticity, flexibility, and the durability of muscles and bones.
It doesn’t just increase strength; it also fortifies the body to withstand that strength.
His body, already in the realm of transcendence, reached a point where mere physical factors can’t harm it.
‘It’s heavy!’
Of course, while his body is intact, he cannot move right away.
[Sculptor]
That giant form reminiscent of the David statue receives the [Divinity] of the [Musician] and becomes even sturdier and stronger.
It’s not just stronger.
The body, already dozens of meters tall, absorbs the debris of nearby buildings, growing even larger.
It’s not for nothing that they say it has a mountain-like mass.
The sheer presence feels like a mountain range rising and moving.
Though it lacks the technical movements of before, the destruction derived from that immense mass negates the need for technique.
Well, it would have been reasonable for Han Yu-seong to lift it, but….
In myth, there are stories of giants who support the world with strength.
Even if it’s not to that level, with the superhuman strength Han Yu-seong has achieved, lifting the weight of a mountain range shouldn’t be impossible, though it would require effort.
Even still, the reason he hasn’t escaped yet.
“Damn it…! The pressure!”
The massive pit created by the [Sculptor]’s punch presses down upon Han Yu-seong.
You can’t leave here.
You must die right here.
The ground, stones, and rocks cling to Han Yu-seong’s body as if to assert that claim, hindering his movement.
As if to make matters worse, the pit, slowly filling in, seems intent on burying Han Yu-seong alive with the earth.
“Hah, was I right in saying I can’t win when they band together?”
In that moment, the Deputy Priest’s words flash in his mind.
Realizing how much easier the previous fight had been due to the barrier….
In fact, due to the Deputy Priest’s constant warnings, he had developed a sense of resistance.
After all, it was too overt to show concern for me.
Honestly, is it annoying?
You’re weak.
You’ll lose.
Don’t underestimate the enemy.
Prepare thoroughly.
Muttering and chattering.
Yeah, Han Yu-seong felt his pride hurt.
He thinks to himself that he’s not the protagonist.
No special talent, no favor from fate.
He’s merely a mediocre who has lived many lives.
But he never considered himself weak.
It’s only natural, isn’t it?
Regardless of the rules and powers applicable in each world, the experiences engraved in his mind and soul far transcend such constraints.
A wonder that crosses spaces like the Alliance Leader?
Han Yu-seong lacks that talent.
So, what does that mean?
The Alliance Leader is the strange one; it doesn’t diminish Han Yu-seong simply because he can’t do it.
Across the entire world.
No, even if you search the entire dimension, Han Yu-seong would still be the fastest at counting from above.
If the Alliance Leader existed in the realm of genius to which one cannot reach without talent, Han Yu-seong had already attained the pinnacle of mastery in the realms he could achieve without talent.
In reality, the ones engaged in battle in this world are using bizarre powers like [Abnormality], making it difficult for a single human being to face them in a world devoid of magic and prayer.
Has there been another situation where Han Yu-seong was pushed back in a proper confrontation besides against the Alliance Leader?
Even that was merely a matter of being caught off guard in a weak world, losing to the Alliance Leader’s skill; if they had fought properly, it would have been a fair contest.
It’s not like he expected to encounter anyone in this weak world who possessed such tech.
So.
What I’m trying to say is….
“Yeah, I admit, I’m weak.”
Experience and skill, no matter how accumulated, are meaningless in this world.
Without strength, simply relying on pure skill to cut through space, unless you are a genius favored by the world like the Alliance Leader, there are limits to bare hands.
There’s no magic or prayer.
A world devoid of ability that allows humans to transcend other humans.
There’s the [Abnormality], but that’s a fixed ability, completed at birth, not something accumulated through practice.
Though my case is a bit different, it’s still a limited enhancement of the body.
Before an opponent destined to be a [God] with transcendent abilities, a mere human like me is powerless.
There exists a fundamental gap between [Ordinary Humans] and [God].
“So, set your pride aside now.”
The open ground closes, and darkness descends.
A small cave hundreds of meters underground with not a ray of light spilling in.
As if to say it won’t allow even that, the ground fills in the void.
Swish—
Small dust….
No, ash slowly settles beneath my feet.
“What are you doing? Light it.”
Sizzle—
The ash begins to burn with a red glow.
It’s said that without air, fire cannot ignite.
Such obvious common sense doesn’t apply to [Abnormality].
Imperfect.
A being captured within a nest that couldn’t even hatch, close to being a wicked spirit.
But still.
That is [God].
An omnipotent being that shakes the laws of the world and dyes it with its own colors.
“[It’s the Abnormality that consumes Abnormality.]”
The first name the [Alliance] called itself.
The power that slays [Abnormalities] and grows by turning them into experience.
There’s something different about it, right?
I mean, something like [The Growing Abnormality] or [The Abnormality that Absorbs Abnormality] would fit better.
It feels like a name that’s oddly askew.
It’s definitely a name pointing to my essence.
An entity with the stature of [Alliance] isn’t one to name things casually.
It’s not just a name reflecting preference.
A name analyzing the essence of the subject beyond mere appearance.
The reason I received such a name.
My essence.
“I’ll eat well.”
Hundreds of meters beneath the earth.
The light of the flames that rose within it goes out.
And….
“This is…! Everyone, get away!”
The [Musician] shouts to his two comrades, now lifeless.
But there are no comrades left to heed that call.
The enormous pillar of fire that melted the ground bursts forth and begins to pierce the sky, engulfing the [Sculptor] and [Conductor].
As if it had been drawn from Hell, it’s an intense conflagration.
From within the hellish blaze, a figure begins to emerge.
“Alright… let’s have a go at it.”
Just like with fellow [Gods].