Chapter 661 – 661. The Beginning of a Universal Game of Tag

It seems he was semi-conscious after being transported to the hospital.

It is said that the entire body was destroyed except for the head and part of the upper body, so it took a long time to restore it. The heart also had to be reconstructed, and more than anything, the loss of new blood was so great that I had to receive some blood transfusion.

“What?”

“It’s already been three months.”

“Huh…”

Of course, it’s three months in the abyss. In reality, about two days have passed.

It can be said that he was hospitalized for approximately two days. By Hell’s standards, it’s three months, but in reality, it’s almost two days.

“Your body is fine.”

It’s the same as before. It looks like it has been completely restored.

“Zeke?”

“Recovery is already complete. I think you said you were meditating. “I’m not sure.”

Hellus said Zeke began practicing meditation. It is said that he has been confining himself and meditating for almost two months. Probably feeling the battle with me. If Zeke is crazy about fighting, I think he deserves it.

“You really… Have become the strongest.”

While I was alone in the hospital room, I checked the scenery outside. He went beyond being the strongest of mankind and rose to the position of the strongest in the galaxy.

Perhaps soon this rumor will spread everywhere. I entered the evil dragon’s cave to kill time, received my third divine punishment, and became the strongest in the galaxy.

“I got everything.”

I got them all except one.

That one thing.

“No. 1 in survival ranking.”

Even though I beat Zeke, my rank still didn’t go up. No, it fell further.

My current survival ranking is…

“72nd place…”

There are 72 survivors above me. How on earth did this happen?

Yes, it means that the emperor’s bastards have already conquered all the level 25 restricted dungeons and consumed them all.

As many as 72 survivors are already level 26 or higher.

“I can’t stand it… I can’t stand it.”

I am the strongest.

I’m the strongest in the universe?

But why? Why am I ranked 72nd?

“Huh?”

It is now 78th.

Also. The rank went down again.

Also, someone somewhere has reached level 26 or higher.

“Uh huh.”

It is now 87th.

For a moment. Oh, no. No!

“Outside the rankings…”

My name disappeared from the real-time survival ranking, which only shows the top 100.

Jumped out of the rankings. There are as many as 100 people above me.

I am the strongest person in the galaxy, a powerful figure in the best organization, Ten Demon Battle, and even the emperor looks up to me.

He wasn’t even in the top 100 in survival rankings. This isn’t reality..

Wait, why do I care so much about rankings?

That’s because I got everything else. Because I have everything except this one rank.

So it’s natural to covet what you don’t have.

“I’m angry.”

I’m angry at myself because I’m still only level 25.

The fact that my ranking was pushed back boiled over with hatred toward the 100 people on the emperor’s side who were above me.

This is unbearable. Should I go level up first before the Heroes’ Festival starts?

Knock knock.

“Are you there?”

“Uh… Uh! Okay. “Why?”

“Well, that’s no different…”

Ha Jin-seong came into the room and handed something.

“What is this?”

“This is an invitation.”

“Hero Festival!”

“No. “It’s another invitation.”

“Huh. “What is it?”

When I opened the invitation, there was something strange and beautiful writing written inside it.

“Invitation from the Magic Tower?”

The message was that he wanted to have an in-depth conversation about crack magic. I immediately tore it up and threw it away. Are they coming to visit? It’s an order to tell me to come.

“And there was also this.”

“What. A challenge?”

“Yes. Based on reality, this is an invitation that arrived this morning.”

“Huh..”

The content was about challenging the strongest person in the universe. The funny thing is that if you don’t accept the challenge, you have won and there is even a taunt written saying that you are a coward and not the strongest person in the universe.

I could just ignore it, but I was impressed by the courage of this two-legged bastard who dared to challenge me and even provoked me, so I decided to kill him later.

“Let’s catch them later and kill them. What is that again?”

“This… Actually, we don’t know how to handle it. “I brought it with me.”

“Let’s see.”

It was a small box. A wooden box that cannot be opened using normal methods.

It was specially processed so that only the person designated as the recipient could open it.

[Wait.]

“Uh? Yes.”

Indicron’s voice suddenly reached my ears.

“Whoops… Crackle crackle…”

As Indicron’s presence got closer, Ha Jin-seong, who had come in to deliver the package to me, began to tremble in fear, clenching his teeth.

“If you don’t have anything more to give, just go now.”

“Yes..!”

Ha Jin-seong quickly runs out of the hospital room.

Soon, a human figure emerged from the corner of the hospital room.

A beauty with a cold expression. Her black hair and pitch black eyes. Even she see-through black negligee.

Indicron appeared in a corner of the hospital room. No, what on earth is this wooden box that led Indicron to appear here in person?

[That is an item sent by a giant.]

“Yes?”

[It is only after coming this far that he reveals his true colors. I don’t know what would have happened if it had been opened.]

A gift from the giant. If I had just opened the wooden box without thinking, I would have been in trouble.

“Huh..”

[Give me the wooden box.]

“Yes.”

It’s better to give something like this away quickly. I don’t even dare to open it.

[Indeed. A gift like this.]

“What is it? “What was inside?”

[Here. See.]

After Indy Crone lifted the mythical spell from the curse box, she took out the items in her wooden box and showed them to her.

[A golden goat’s bladder that seems to have been aged for a thousand years. This is probably Shinsu’s testicles. Oh my. They even put such valuable items in it.]

All of the items Indicron took out of the wooden box were valuable magical tools that could not be obtained through common sense.

A curse made with something like this. Most people would have died the moment they opened the wooden box. It was even treated so that I couldn’t feel any energy until I held the wooden box in my hand.

If Indicron hadn’t noticed first, I would have probably opened the wooden box and either died or ended up in a near-dead state.

[There is only one reason to send something like this at this time.]

Along with the Heroes’ Festival, Mimir’s Treasury will open soon. They were probably trying to exclude me from these events by putting me in a coma.

“Huh.. Is it okay if I do something like this? “This is just a foul..”

[If it were a few months ago, the operators would have stepped forward. But for now, I’m not going to give it much thought.]

“Yes?”

[The time of destruction is just around the corner. There are few people who are willing to do their job properly under these circumstances. Most of the executives resigned. The game board no longer runs due to the operators.]

“Then… “

[It can be said that Manmajeon is actually trying to maintain order. The pantheon, neutral gods, and most gods who believe in the prophecies of the prophets are hostile to us and are trying to kill you.]

Moreover, the operators have given up their hands halfway. There are no longer any ways to stop the rampaging gods.

It is said that everyone except the minimum number of administrators required to run the game resigned.

“What is this…”

[We are doing our best to prevent the gods from playing tricks on us. I wonder if this is right.]

An abnormal situation in which the disaster gods are preventing the good gods from committing foul play.

Is this the true end? Those who were supposed to maintain order staged a mass uprising, and the disaster gods who were supposed to jump rope on top of order were now rolling around to their deaths to maintain order.

For some reason, he doesn’t talk to me much these days. You were really busy.

“You crazy bastards. “Isn’t it a waste to just call him Seonshin now?”

[In reality, they are just a group of bastards.]

There really is no answer.

If this is not the end, then what is?

The distinction between evil gods, good gods, and ancient gods is now meaningless.

The disaster gods were working to maintain order, and the saviors were engaging in all kinds of mischief and clinging to the prophecies of unrealized prophets. It was the end times themselves.

No, our plan is more likely to survive, but those crazy people are obsessed with an unidentified being called a ‘prophet’?

That’s not sane. I got drunk on the atmosphere of the last days and went crazy. The taste has completely gone.

“Ha. Damn you guys.”

[But you have become the strongest in the galaxy. In fact, the victory in the Battle of Ten Thousand Horses can be seen as confirmed.]

“Isn’t it enough to just slit the emperor’s head?”

[Right. It ends when you kill the Emperor of the Eldar. That’s why they will begin their final struggle.]

“The final struggle?”

[Okay. Because the head-to-head match was sure to result in defeat. They will try to steal the emperor. Furthermore, they will pour out all their causal powers to make the emperor the savior of the prophecy.]

“Why on earth do the good gods do something like that?”

[It’s stubbornness and obsession. Now I can’t think of any other path than that. Even though I know it is an irrational and irrational choice. They’ve already gone too far. It’s too late to turn back. They have done too much to admit defeat and step down cleanly now.]

It is a perfect situation to say that the past is holding us back.

[He’s probably going to try to buy time by running away from now on. They may just run away until destruction approaches.]

“Huh…”

When he heard that since he could not kill me, he might just run away until the game ended in ‘time out’, his vision went dark and his head started pounding.

“These crazy good guys…”

These guys are really crazy. All you have to do is just hit the ground running and admit defeat. They are so persistent.

Due to the nature of the emperor cub, even the clones will have to be dealt with.

[Actually, from now on, it can be seen as a game of tag or hide and seek with the emperor.]

We must catch the emperor before the end of the world comes.

From the beginning, the purpose of the good gods was to hold out until the end of time came. As long as the emperor is not caught in my hands, their goals will be achieved on their own.

Furthermore, in the process, they will try to turn the emperor into a god. Before that, if I become a god first, it will be a guaranteed victory, but the moment I become a god, I can’t even use the minimal player protection measures that the management has put in place, so it’s actually a handshake.

The best option is to just find the emperor and kill him.

“Golden Fleet… I need to find it.”

The golden fleet was about to enter Earth. Now I have to find it with my own hands.