Chapter 298: #A Happy Ending? (3)

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Hmm~?

” Initially confused, Despair quickly regained her composure. “Come to think of it, your new power is indeed the power of creation. Experiencing it firsthand is quite something.”

She gazed around my meticulously crafted world, the fake Earth.

“Still, it’s nothing but cheap imitation. It doesn’t even come close to God of Creator’s skill.”

Ruuuumble!

The world rocked, and the sky split like broken glass, revealing the apocalyptic monster’s true form. If I were an ant, it would be equivalent to a human—no, a primordial dinosaur that was dozens of times larger.

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Grrrrrr!

Darker than the deepest of nights, emitting a stench worse than sewage water, the monster glared at me with overwhelming rage and murderous intent.

“Do you really think you can bind us with this fake world?”

“Bind you?” I scratched my head with the pen. “I plan to destroy you.”

“

Huh?

” She was in disbelief.

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Kwaaaaaa!

The apocalyptic monster let out a furious roar, swinging its fist down.

Meanwhile, my pen danced across the blank paper.

It was nothing more than a simple swing of its fist. It contained no divine power or ability, merely a reckless strike of a child throwing a tantrum. Yet, the overwhelming weight of that single blow alone was enough to nullify everything else.

Baaam!

The Earth let out a horrifying scream. A massive crater, at least several kilometers deep, was carved out in the ground. A huge dust cloud shot upward, darkening the sky further. That reckless strike, powerful enough to destroy an entire nation, wasn’t even a hundredth of that monster’s strength. Yu Il-Shin and South Korea were shattered into pieces, as if hit by a massive meteorite falling from the sky.

“Oh my, Mr. Yu~? Are you alright?”

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Kekekeke!

The apocalyptic monster and Despair laughed maliciously atop the devastated ruins.

It was always me who got destroyed...

“No, that’s not right.”

I revised the plot.

Ssss—

My pen danced across another blank piece of paper, bringing the world back to life. As if time had rewound, the devastated ruins returned to their original state like nothing ever happened.

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Grrrrr?

The monster stared at its fist in confusion.

“Ah, did you see that?”

I flinched, waving my pen above its fist. The monster’s face contorted horribly as it swatted me like a mosquito. The result of that slap was horrific.

Baaaaam!

Along with the loud explosion, its fist crumbled into ashes.

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Gaaaaaah!

Screaming in agony, its eyes almost popped out of its sockets as it clutched its terrible wound. Black tears oozed out from its eyes, showing how much pain it was in.

“Oh, it worked?”

I dodged its attack using Choi Bong-Shik’s teleportation skill as I watched the scene from mid-air. All Phenomena had turned the monster’s arm into a fragile, brittle state.

“Alright. Let’s keep this up.”

I raised All Phenomena, intending to etch more words onto the monster. Its massive size provided more than enough space to write on.

-Stop.

Clack!

Despair’s voice pierced through my ears, and I suddenly froze in place. From the blood flowing in my veins, my breathing, even the faintest beat of my heart—everything stopped. If I were still a normal human, this alone would be enough to kill me. This was clearly Sung Mi-Na’s skill, Power of Words, or perhaps something far more powerful.

“Why are you so surprised? What do you think? Isn’t the original impressive? It was I who granted my sacrifices their power.” Looking down at me from above, she pointed her finger at me. “And not just to Sung Mi-Na.”

Ruuuumble!

Thunder roared from her fingertips, and crimson lightning erupted from it. It was Sung Mi-Ri’s skills—enhanced beyond comparison.

“Farewell then, Mr. Yu.”

She smiled from ear to ear, and a torrential downpour of lightning came down from the skies. Bound by her command, I couldn’t even muster a word as her lightning swept me away.

Psss!

I disintegrated, just like that.

“

Sheesh.

What a nuisance.”

Despair swept her messed-up hair as she waited.

“Why are we still in here?” she muttered in confusion.

Even though I was dead, this fake world was still intact.

Thud!

Then, All Phenomena, which had fallen to the ground, stood up on its own and carved words on the ground.

Sss—

What are humans made of exactly?

Carbon, Calcium, phosphorus, ammonia, potassium nitrate, fluorine, iron, silicon, cap...no, copper, and so on. Even Yu Il-Shin, who was a god originating from humans, wasn’t much different. The elements in the world gathered on their own will, and began merging into the form of Yu Il-Shin whom Despair had killed with her lightning.

Its appearance and mentality were identical to the original, down to the last speck of dust. But was it truly Yu Il-Shin? Or a mere replica of the original? There is a need to ponder this philosophically...

“Stop filling the page with nonsense.” I picked up the pen that was scribbling away on its own.

“W-what is that ability...?” Despair asked, staring at me in horror as she failed to grasp the situation.

“I’m not sure either.”

I couldn’t explain the principle behind it either. Still, I thought it was possible because the world I’d created was made up of words filling the blank pages—my manuscript. After all, in the world of fiction, the author was omnipotent. Of course, that didn’t mean that they could abuse that power. If one were to let the plot unfold on its own, the plausibility became a mess, and the work would fall apart. Hence why I couldn’t eliminate them all at once.

The apocalyptic monster’s severed arm had regenerated by now..

Despair’s relaxed demeanor had vanished, and she glared at me skeptically. “Impressive, Mr. Yu. But this doesn’t change anything. Just like how an ant can’t move a mountain, how long do you think you can keep us trapped in here with your meager divine power? In human time, probably a year at most?”

She was probably right. While I’d succeeded in dragging them into my world, the gap in our divine powers was like heaven and earth. Nevertheless, if we hadn’t been in the world I created, I would’ve suffered the same fate as in my previous life.

“It’s enough.”

At least until I secured the likelihood to destroy them. Suddenly, the papers danced around me. A rough draft with messy handwriting, written when I was young.

“Descend, Abyss-Piercing Grim Reaper.”

This was the reason I had gone to such lengths to secure it.

Adventurer John Lee discovers an ancient temple in the Amazon. Inside was a stone coffin that held not an ancient corpse, but an ancient sickle rusted beyond recognition. It was an ancient artifact cursed by the grim reaper, capable of killing one’s enemies just by imagining it. However, the price to use this artifact was horrifying beyond imagination.

Pwoooosh!

With a horrific sound, a massive, blood-red sickle pierced through the monster’s chest.

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Gaaaah!

Along with its piercing scream, blood gushed out like Niagara Falls. It reached for the sickle, but its hands slipped through it—like it wasn’t even there. The sickle that pierced the depths of the soul couldn’t be pulled until that life had come to an end.

“

Keugh!

Y-you... how did you...” Despair spat out blood while glaring at me.

Even she wasn’t spared from the grim reaper’s sickle. That was only the beginning.

“Descend, Taunting Hourglass.”

The wealthy Richard is an old man with little time left to live. One day, a magician dressed in old-fashioned attire appeared before him. He offered to lend Richard a magical item that would restore his youth in exchange for half his fortune. Desperate to avoid death, Richard accepted the offer and regained his youth, but there was one secret to this deal...

That same magical item appeared now. A one-meter hourglass, embedded with elderly Richard’s head, materialized above the apocalyptic monster.

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Kikikikiki!

The old man’s face twisted into a grim smile, and sand poured down rapidly.

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Cough? Kieeeeek!

The monster’s steel-like skin withered and contorted like dried wood. The hourglass accelerated the flow of time, right up to the brink of death.

“Soul-Devouring Worms, Endless Tentacles Roaming the Universe.”

Kiiiiiiii!

-

Kaaaaaaah!

“

Kyaaaaak!”

The apocalyptic monster and Despair were completely covered in tentacles with suction cups, but I didn’t stop. I continued to summon more.

“Self-Devouring Snake.”

And all of this was based on the rough draft I wrote when I was a child. Indeed. The genre of this draft was cosmic horror—a genre that expressed the fear of transcendent and primordial beings that humans didn’t dare to oppose.

The protagonists in that draft struggled desperately, resorting to every means possible to fight against those beings, but eventually met a tragic end, or became monsters themselves—a story with neither dreams nor hope.

I lost my parents to a gate accident when I was young and survived alone. Though it was a common occurrence back then, that event became a catalyst that trapped me in my own world. This work was a monstrosity born from bizarre imagination, fear, and despair that only a child could possess at that time.

In fact, one couldn’t deny Despair’s connection to this story. After all, she was responsible for flooding Earth with dungeons and gates. I was just repaying all of it now, with interest.

“Huh?”

Just then, I detected an unusual presence. Not in this world I had created, but in the real world.

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Rooooooar!

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Kyaaaaak!

The alter egos of God of Destroyer, which had been frozen like statues, moved toward Earth once more.