Chapter 8

Chapter 8. Arrogant Bastard (3)

BOOOOM!

Osiris was sent flying through the air.

His extravagant ornaments tore apart and scattered.

Jooheon turned.

“Next.”

His eyes landed on Set.

“You dared bare your teeth at your owner.”

His lips curled.

“Guilty.”

Jooheon raised one hand.

The air itself seemed to bend.

Set didn't even have time to react.

He was smashed into the ground.

Then Jooheon looked at Anubis.

“And you agreed to this stupid plan.”

He clenched his fist.

“Guilty, bastard.”

The authority of a god of death meant nothing.

Jooheon punched Anubis's masked face.

The golden mask shattered.

The divine figure scattered.

But they were Divine-Grade Artifacts.

Their bodies immediately began restoring themselves.

[That won't work against gods♥]

“...!”

Jooheon immediately realized something.

[Divine execution cannot be stopped♥]

[Now then, let us resume your execution—]

Jooheon raised the Majesty Ring and called out to the Three-Legged Crow.

“Crow! Bring out the Artifact we found yesterday!”

The Crow's shadow wings spread.

Space tore open.

Something emerged from the deep black gap.

A massive wolf fang.

But it wasn't simply bone.

The moment it landed in Jooheon's hand, it transformed into a sharp knife designed to cut a god's throat.

[Isis's Poison Fang
(SS-Grade / Divine Grade / Consumable Artifact) (10/10)]

Just as Isis had stolen the True Name of the sun god Ra and taken his power...

This Artifact stole the names of gods and robbed them of their authority.

Jooheon hadn't expected he'd actually need to use it this soon.

The fang capable of cutting out True Names roared.

The first target...

Set.

God of storms.

Jooheon swung the fang.

Space tore apart.

Black symbols were carved onto Set's body.

“What... What is this?!”

His True Name forcibly appeared in Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Setekh

[The Chaotic One]

Jooheon slashed the name floating in the air.

CRACK!

Set's entire body shook.

His arm began melting.

His authority was severed.

The storm faded.

“Your name no longer possesses power here.”

Next...

Osiris.

Asar

[King of the Dead]

Osiris tried to escape.

The Poison Fang flashed again.

“True Name.”

Jooheon's eyes turned cold.

“Sealed.”

Osiris's trembling shadow twisted.

He threw his head back and tried to scream.

More precisely...

He wanted to scream.

But even his voice had been sealed.

His mouth disappeared.

The light in his eyes faded.

His body dried and blackened.

“A god is ultimately nothing more than an illusion clinging to a name.”

Last came Anubis.

Judge of the Dead.

“You already know, don't you?”

Jooheon approached him.

“You're going to tell me your name too.”

Anubis's pupils twisted.

He tried to resist.

The fang pierced him.

His voice was forcibly dragged out.

...Inpu

[Lord of the Tomb]

The True Name appeared in the air.

Then it split apart.

Anubis's body shattered.

His authority over death scattered into the air.

Crackle!

Three gods...

Destroyed by a single Artifact.

Jooheon caught his breath and looked down at the fang.

[Isis's Poison Fang
(SS-Grade / Divine Grade / Consumable Artifact) (7/10)]

Its lifespan decreased each time it cut away a True Name.

“You bastards become weaker the moment your names are spoken.”

Jooheon walked past the places where the three gods had vanished.

“The moment I know your name...”

His eyes sharpened.

“You're already finished.”

Then finally...

Jooheon's vicious gaze landed on Yoo Jaeha beside him.

“And you.”

Jaeha froze.

“You wore my subordinate's face and pulled this bullshit.”

Jooheon swung the broken guillotine blade.

SWISH!

Jaeha's head fell.

“You can just die.”

Several audience members almost screamed.

Then stopped.

There was no blood.

Instead, the body melted like a chocolate doll.

Something emerged from within.

A man in a suit.

Round glasses.

Jooheon's eyes flashed.

“You're the shitty host, aren't you?”

The man calmly applauded.

“Correct.”

He was the true creator of the entire show.

At the same time, the audience and the execution stage began melting away.

Yes.

Even the audience.

Even the execution platform.

Everything had been part of an Artifact stage he created.

“Wow.”

The man sounded impressed.

“You've really got experience.”

His smile widened.

“You immediately realized he was fake.”

Jooheon stared at him with contempt.

“You arrogantly released the seals on my Artifacts.”

His voice grew colder.

“You transformed into Irene and stole my Artifacts.”

The man shrugged.

“I just wanted to test the ability of this world's Majesty.”

Then someone else stepped forward.

Unexpectedly...

He had the exact same face as Jooheon's personal restoration specialist.

Yoo Jaeha.

[An unnamed Majesty reveals his true form.]

[Majesty of Counterfeiting.]

[Warning.]

[This Artifact User possesses an extremely powerful aura.]

He wore a clean brown suit.

Round glasses.

Neatly arranged hair.

A faint smile curled his lips.

Yet something about that smile felt too perfect.

He looked exactly like the goofy Yoo Jaeha Jooheon knew...

And yet completely different.

That venomous expression vaguely reminded Jooheon of the King of Fraud, Jaeha's personality before Jooheon's regression.

But...

He's much stronger.

There was no comparison between him and the other King-Grade Artifact Users Jooheon had fought.

The fake show he'd created was far beyond anything Jooheon's Jaeha could produce.

The aura coming from him was fundamentally different.

More importantly...

“There being another Gungnir bothered me.”

Jooheon's eyes narrowed.

“You made that too, didn't you?”

“Well, yes.”

The man casually shrugged.

“There's only one true version of each Artifact across all worlds, after all.”

That answer made him even more dangerous.

He can create Divine-Grade Artifacts?

Majesty Jaeha smiled.

“Still.”

He tilted his head.

“You really cut down someone wearing your teammate's face without hesitation.”

Jooheon glared at him.

“What the hell are you, Yoo Jaeha?”

The other man shrugged dramatically.

“I'm not the Yoo Jaeha you know.”

Jooheon fell silent.

“...What?”

Instead of answering, the man raised his left hand.

Jooheon's gaze followed it.

A ring sat on his finger.

“Majesty's Ring?”

It was the symbol of rulership over Divine Artifacts.

Something that should only exist once in this world.

“Why do you have—”

“It's not yours.”

“...!”

The man's smile faded.

“You already figured it out.”

His eyes became serious.

“You're not the only Majesty.”

“!”

There was no playfulness in his eyes.

No wordplay.

No joke.

“You cleared Hard Mode, so I'll give you the answer.”

He pointed at himself.

“I'm a Majesty from another worldline.”

Then he smiled again.

“You want to travel to another world to find your daughter, right?”

“I'll help you.”

But his next words froze Jooheon's thoughts.

“On one condition.”

His smile deepened.

“You'll follow my orders.”

“......”

Jooheon remained silent.

...Who the hell did this bastard think he was talking to?

(To be continued.)

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