Chapter 92

◈ Chapter 92. Not a Bad Vibration

A new line of text appeared on the status window.

[Name: Granfel Claudius Arpeus Romeo]

[Title: The Last Adventurer]

[Class: Demon Hunter]

[Level: 324]

[Stats]

Strength: 53 / Agility: 60 / Magic: 271 / Luck: 6 / Aesthetics: 下

[Available Points: 0]

A [Title] section has indeed been created.

Instantly, a vague knowledge of the Arcana flashed through my mind.

But no matter how I tried to recall.

‘Back then and now.’

I had never heard or seen anything called a title.

Even if it were in another game, at least in Arcana, the existence of a title system was definitely non-existent.

I recalled the message that had appeared.

My achievements echoed across the Arcana continent.

These achievements were discussed among the beings of the continent.

Thanks to this, I obtained a title...

‘This is a problem on a different level from the stats being opened.’

[Title].

Was this a system that originally existed in Arcana?

Or was it a new system updated after the Great Cataclysm?

As for me, it was something I couldn't know.

But I realized it wasn't something anyone could easily obtain.

‘Even now, the acquisition conditions don’t make sense.’

It meant that to obtain a title, one had to complete a world-class quest.

Thinking about it, I felt an indescribable emotion again.

...Is this really the right reward?

Is it right for me to receive a title?

The process was irrelevant.

I only focused on the result.

Even if it was a stroke of luck, it was the best I could do.

But shamelessly.

“The Last Adventurer.”

Always (恒常).

Because I couldn't show my emotions.

Moreover, I could feel it, even if others couldn't.

The angle of my neck and spine, standing straight.

My lips, slightly curled up, only noticeable with a microscope.

My proud gaze towards the World Tree.

“Not a bad vibration.”

Yes, the fact that I sprouted the World Tree.

And because of that, my existence became known on the Arcana continent.

This was Granfel's reaction, finding it extremely natural.

Of course, I was gradually getting used to this shamelessness.

My task was simple.

To check the effects of the title without changing my expression.

The process was irrelevant.

The result, the reward, must be secured.

[The Last Adventurer: You do not die on the Arcana continent. When you die, you immediately return to reality and cannot access the Arcana continent for a certain period of time. - Cooldown: 24 hours]

But what is this effect?

Wait, not dying means 'immortality'?

Even at a glance, the effect seemed significant.

No, not just immortality, but the premise itself.

Not dying on the Arcana continent?!!

But what's the point of not dying on the Arcana continent when I don't even know how to get there? If I knew, then...

The Arcanans, including the mages of the magic tower, wouldn't be staying in reality.

‘...But why does it feel familiar?’

The strange effect of the title felt oddly familiar.

Wait, starting with the name.

The Last ‘Adventurer’.

Adventurer.

A term used to refer to players since the days when Arcana was just a game.

Yes, I was a player.

An adventurer.

‘If I were to access the Arcana continent...’

I would be The Last Adventurer.

From this perspective, the effect started to make sense.

‘This too...!’

When you die, you cannot access the Arcana continent for 24 hours.

If ‘access’ is replaced with ‘connect’.

In the days when Arcana was just a game.

It was the same as the death penalty...

I read the effects of the title several times and then spoke.

“Just a hypothesis, but the possibility is sufficient.”

The system message doesn't lie.

Giving me such a [Title]?

It must mean that there will be a day when I can use this [Title].

The meaning is simple.

Accessing the Arcana continent from reality is not just a pipe dream.

‘Of course, I don’t know when that day will come.’

One thing is clear.

“Tremble in fear until then. Inferior beings.”

The day I access the Arcana continent will be.

The day the devils tremble in fear.

I, who struggle every day.

By then, I will be stronger than I am now.

Considering the effects of [The Last Adventurer]...

‘Even if I die, I will come back to life after 24 hours and reappear.’

To the devils, I am.

Granfel, beyond a source of fear.

Perhaps a nightmare?

Of course, it feels like a distant dream.

But my thoughts were clear.

I looked up at the World Tree.

The World Tree, now larger than any tree in the swamp.

Like the message that flashed by.

This place was no longer a swamp of predators reeking of blood.

[You have entered the Secret Garden of the World Tree.]

“Brothers. Can you all see it? The monsters!!”

I couldn't sense any fighting spirit from the monsters.

Yes, as beings of the Arcana continent.

They must have instinctively realized the significance of the new World Tree. They must have realized that the Arcana continent was in a state of extinction.

[You have cleared the crack in the Secret Garden of the World Tree.]

Ku-gu-gu!

My vision shook.

The [‘Strange’] space, where reality and the Arcana continent were mixed, would now return to their original worlds.

A familiar phenomenon for players, but Nymph looked flustered.

“The scenery is changing...!”

Of course, there's no need to worry.

Nymph and I have a contract.

We will meet again at the next crack.

‘Until then.’

The light grew more intense.

In the fading vision.

I spoke to Nymph.

“Can you observe the situation on the Arcana continent in my place?”

The situation on the Arcana continent.

As I considered before making the contract with Nymph.

Information about the Arcana continent is important.

Especially now, with the possibility of accessing the Arcana continent through the effects of the title.

‘Of course, it won’t be easy.’

The Arcana continent, where it's hard to find an intact area.

Nymph stayed in the predator's swamp for that reason. Thanks to the contract, Nymph's appearance and character changed due to my influence.

“I will repay Lord Ho-yul’s trust.”

With a sense of pride.

There should be no fear.

But I know.

To bear that heavy pride.

Nymph's wings are too fragile...

Even if she looks like a higher spirit or a spirit king.

Nymph is, after all, a lower spirit.

It would be difficult to expect a significant increase in combat power due to my meager magic power.

But.

‘Even if I have no magic power...’

I have a little ‘legacy’.

The legacy of Arkshan, [Quirnberg Tower].

Yes, at this moment.

The tower must be fulfilling its role as Arkshan's ultimate weapon.

The [Quirnberg Tower] is the optimal space for Nymph to safely travel the continent and gather information.

Of course, explaining the story behind it.

There's no time for that.

I sent a telepathic message to Nymph.

And added briefly.

“Follow my arrangements.”

Until the end, in my style.

Shamelessly.

*

...Flash!

Without anyone taking the lead, the players opened their eyes.

What they saw was the coniferous forest of Scandinavia.

“Wow, I never imagined it would end like this.”

“What was that at the end? The monsters didn’t kneel, right?”

“The World Tree. Too many messages appeared too quickly, I couldn’t keep up...!”

“Wait, what about Ho-yul?”

[The Predator's Swamp].

Or should it now be called [The Secret Garden of the World Tree]?

In any case, in this crack.

Ho-yul showed an unbelievable performance.

It was natural for the players to look for Ho-yul.

“Really, if he gets something, it will be a big deal. You know?”

“I know. Me too.”

“Quickly. Open your mouth properly. You have no choice but to come here.”

“Ugh, why is it still so cold here?”

Around the portal.

The numerous reporters were the same.

Even if their subject was the great Ho-yul, this wasn't something they could easily give up.

Even if they avoided sensitive questions that might upset him.

“Should we just ask about swordsmanship?”

“Yeah, at least we can get something.”

“Right? He should answer this much. Ho-yul, right?”

“Maybe. Let’s hope so. What.”

There were plenty of topics that could be discussed.

Of course, the most important thing was Ho-yul’s mood.

Brrr.

The anchor, whose lips were trembling, continued hesitantly.

“Come on, even if he’s tough, Ho-yul is still human. He achieved so much in this crack. He must be in a good mood, right? He should at least answer these minor questions, right? Even briefly?”

If Ho-yul’s performance in the spirit contract was all there was.

They wouldn’t have even dared to ask.

But Ho-yul, who sprouted the seed of the World Tree and successfully rooted it.

Before and after the Great Cataclysm, no player had achieved such a feat.

“Actually, I have other questions...”

Ho-yul’s confident and unhesitant actions.

It was as if he knew everything.

Indeed, how much did Ho-yul know when he entered the crack?

What rewards did he gain from this performance?

‘Let’s see how the atmosphere goes with these sensitive questions.’

The anchor took a deep breath.

And then faced Ho-yul.

But the determination was in vain.

“...!”

The anchor, along with everyone else.

No one could speak to Ho-yul.

Click.

Until Ho-yul disappeared beyond the portal.

The reason was simple.

‘What’s the problem now!’

His face, devoid of any satisfaction.

The serious atmosphere he exuded was too intense.

Everyone watched the portal where Ho-yul disappeared, dumbfounded.

Someone spoke softly.

“...Could it be that even such an achievement isn’t enough for him?”

That was the only way to interpret his reaction.

Naturally, questions followed.

Just how far ahead is Ho-yul looking?

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A pitifully weak magic power.

Fortunately, no one spoke to or stopped me. Really.

I had no energy to answer kindly.

If someone had stopped me, I would have collapsed.

In that sense, it was only admiration.

‘Climbing the stairs in this state...’

Click.

I headed straight for my laboratory.

To recover from magic exhaustion, I needed to replenish my magic power.

The method of replenishing magic power was also inefficient. Yes, as usual, because of the damned etiquette...

The most efficient way to replenish magic