Chapter 1435 – Cheonma
“ㅡTooooo-kwakwakakakakakakakakakakakakakakakakakakak!!!”
The Lich’s beam of annihilation, unfurled at transcendental speed, hurtles towards me, a grand magic engulfing the entire sky. This destructive form, unleashed with the sole purpose of crushing Kim Katz, is nothing short of pure darkness.
If such darkness were to fall upon the earth…
The world itself would not survive unscathed.
It would amount to the destruction of a world.
Yet, for the ominous New Humanity that the Lich has created, it would merely be a favorable reset event.
I can’t allow that to happen.
“Alright.”
Amidst an exploding epiphany, I stare directly at the spectacle. A single second shatters into thousands, millions, billions of fragments. In a world seemingly frozen in time, I reconstruct the enlightenment.
ㅡPajik.
The power of my flesh boils over.
ㅡTsuzzut.
My body is perfectly restored.
ㅡJureuk.
The black energy, which had been discoloring my skin and consuming my body, drains away, flowing down my form. Yes, the clue had been there from the start. It makes no sense that this Cheonma Kim Katz would be unable to overcome such a thing.
The evil spirits from before are by no means imaginary entities.
Though not easily observed, they are real beings. Perhaps because they are souls, they exist across different dimensions. But their resentment… When I was in danger, it manifested in the real world. Thus, their forms were revealed, and they interfered with me.
However.
I transformed those evil spirits, who had descended into the real world, according to my will. Inside this barrier-like shield, I reprimanded and overwhelmed them, then reconstructed them to my liking.
They must not exist as mere evil spirits.
As I say.
As I declare.
They must exist as reformed, benevolent spirits.
And what made that possible is…
My declaration.
My will.
ㅡHwarururururururuk!!!
I squeeze out the last remaining strength.
ㅡKugugung!
A booming sound echoes, and the Cheonma Shield, unfolded like a barrier around me, amplifies. The Cheonma Shield. I lower its density, inflate it like a balloon, increasing its volume to cover more ground.
As wide as possible.
Enough to defend against the Lich’s destruction. I spread it with my will, reconstructing each component of the space.
And thus, I…
ㅡHwarururuk.
Instantly become a pure white sun.
I exist inside a translucent white shield.
If I’ve done this much, it’s over.
“Defend against it. That wicked energy.”
And.
“ㅡKugugugugugugugung!!!”
In the normalized time, destruction plunges in.
“Ah.”
But destruction is not realized.
The great beam unleashed by the Lich…
Fails to penetrate my shield at all, and scatters.
ㅡSarareuk.
As easily as a mirage disappearing before my eyes.
“Wh, what?!?!!!”
The Lich’s mental wave, filled with great surprise, is launched.
“How?!?!!!”
The destructive grand magic he performed has instantly returned to nothing.
Naturally, he would be astonished.
“How could you?!?!!!”
Originally, such a thin shield would not have withstood such grand magic for even a single second before being utterly shattered. The Lich’s destruction would have not only broken through me and my shield but would have also devastated this earth.
But now, this shield is unharmed. It simply exists, untouched by the torrent of power unleashed by the Lich.
Thus, the Lich’s great beam was unable to reach the ground, neutralized and extinguished.
“How could I stop it, you ask?”
The exploding enlightenment has already been refined and tempered within my brain. Behold. Did I not stop it easily?
“I wonder if you can even comprehend this?”
I have understood clearly.
What I am doing now is…
ㅡHwarurururuk!
Creating a kind of otherdimensional, independent space. Simply put, it can be called a barrier. I construct this Kim Katz barrier with divine power, altering the `reality` within its range.
Truly, a power befitting the name of a god.
“The difference in stature is too great, you little Lich. You, who have not even become a god, will never be able to understand this.”
“Nonsense?!?!!!”
The Lich’s mental wave sounds like a scream.
The power of a true god.
An otherdimensional space. A Kim Katz Field. The Lich and I are on different levels. Unlike me, who has become a god, the Lich is merely a crazed, undead magician. The difference in stature is different. This is the difference between a Cheonma and an Undead.
Therefore, you can never penetrate it.
Within my unfolded barrier.
The Lich cannot properly exert his power.
Because the barrier is a space that operates according to my rules.
It is absurdly powerful, but it is only natural. Bringing one’s barrier into reality. That is something only a god can do.
“This is my enlightenment.”
Earlier, because of the Lich’s seal, I was in a state where any damage I took was amplified, leading to ruin. But by creating a circular shield, as if erecting a barrier, I was able to defend myself to some extent.
And the evil spirits that appeared within the shield. At first, I firmly believed they were soul friends. But because the Lich spoke the truth, I learned their true identities, and from that point on, the evil spirits took on completely concrete forms, even spewing curses.
That’s right.
The inside of the shield was already an otherdimensional space. A barrier that I had summoned. So, the moment I recognized them as real evil spirits, they regained the form of rampaging evil spirits, according to my authority. My recognition made it so. Because the barrier is my space.
“And I changed them back into benevolent spirits.”
That, too, is a natural `alteration` that I can perform.
From there, I realized it.
An enlightenment foreseen from the moment I imagined a barrier and erected a shield.
“Yes.”
That’s it.
ㅡHwarururuk.
“Now, I have realized the true power of a god.”
The overflowing, absolute power is intensely greater than anything before. My power begins to recover rapidly. The powers I had consumed return. Of course. Because my power was in full bloom around this area while I was fighting the Lich.
So, it is only natural that my power would recover after erecting a barrier in such a place.
“I, who have awakened as a god, will not be defeated by the likes of you, an Undead.”
ㅡCheoeok.
I state the facts calmly while gesturing with a finger.
The Lich can no longer defeat me.
“I cannot accept it?!?!!! You are not a god but merely a wicked demon with great power!!! This world!!! This land!!! And this dimension!!! Belong to those born and raised here!!! It is ours!!! Therefore, I cannot allow beings from other worlds and dimensions to trample upon it?!?!! I!!! High Priest Angrahel will surely stop it?!?!!!”
He raves and spews curses.
ㅡTsupat.
I sense a torrent of power. ㅡUrrururreureung!!! The darkness hanging in the sky is undulating. ㅡSeumeolseumeol. Soon, the darkness begins to disintegrate. The granular darkness seeps into the Lich. The darkness that had covered the entire sky gathers upon the Lich.
I could clearly sense it.
“Hehehe, anyone listening would think I’m the bad guy.”
The Lich is now…
Drawing out all of his power. All the power of darkness is concentrated at one point. ㅡKugugugugung! The void distorts due to the excessive power gathered. ㅡPachichik! The earth, too, ripples, spewing lava.
What is created in this way is…
“ㅡGooooooo.”
A destruction that has gained a definite form.
ㅡPpudeuk.
I watch it and twist my neck.
“After becoming a Lich through forbidden arts. I have sought answers and solutions for thousands of years, and I have also fought. I am most aware of the fact that what I am doing now will lead to the unfortunate result of annihilating the existing humanity.”
It was quiet.
“I cannot accept your ideology, but I acknowledge your strength. But. This is the end. I, who have abandoned my body and ascended as a demigod of the undead, will have another opportunity after death, but you will not.”
No noise can be heard. The Lich merely floats a small, condensed sphere of destruction in his hand, emitting a red glow, and speaks calmly. An attitude that seems to have regained stability and reason.
“…Yes. Let’s just do it again. I failed this time too… but as I have done until now, there will surely be another opportunity.”
But no.
The Lich is still consumed by madness.
“Liberate humanity from the Outer God in that celestial space… conquer all other worlds, dimensions, and celestial spaces… and finally, destroy all the unknown, ominous Outer Gods that exist beyond that dimension. Thus, the weak souls of humans… will be protected. They will finally be able to be safely sent to where they should be.”
A fake savior who doesn’t even recognize what he’s doing.
“No.”
The act I will perform is this.
“Impossible. You’re going to die here. And you don’t deserve it, you bastard.”
Just hitting him with the facts.
“It was I!!! High Priest Angrahel who should have become a god?!?!!!”
The Lich’s anger erupts.
ㅡPachichichik!!
The destruction in the Lich’s hand goes berserk. I feel an extreme ominousness from it. Yeah. Even if he’s rotten, he’s still a Lich who’s been around for thousands of years.
That is dangerous.
It must be stopped. What is that if not the very thing this new Cheonma Kim Katz must do? It is what I must do.
“I’ll show you the difference in stature, you crazy son of a bitch.”
It is something I can naturally do.
“Cheonma Shin-gong.”
So, I do it.
“Cheonma Barrier (天魔結界).”
ㅡPaaat.
Simply.
I construct the barrier as I wish.
ㅡHwarururuk, Hwarururururuk!!
The unfolded barrier amplifies and widens. The inside burns pure white. To stop that, I have no choice but to construct the barrier to its maximum extent. And that is… not something I can’t do.
And.
“Bloom.”
Watching that, I raise my hand again.
“Sugar cane that holds the blood of imperialism.”
ㅡSeureureuk.
ㅡSeureuk.
ㅡSeureureureuk.
ㅡPpudeuk.
ㅡSeureureuk.
ㅡPpudeudeudeudeuk.
Following my gesture.
From the earth.
ㅡSeureureureuk.
Sugar cane blooms.
“Higher. Bloom higher. Bloom even higher.”
No. It can’t be called blooming. From all the earth belonging to the barrier. Sugar canes sprouted densely. They were in full bloom. A world of fully bloomed sugar cane. As if the world was made only of sugar cane. Such a dreamlike sight is created.
“And appear.”
Watching it.
I declare and command once more.
“My vassals.”
The appearance of my vassals.
“ㅡSararak!”
“Kuh, kuaaaaaaaa!”
“Uaaaaaaaah!!!”
“Aaaaaaack!!”
ㅡSeureuk.
ㅡSeureureureuk.
From among the fully bloomed sugar canes, Black people begin to crawl out. The created Black people screamed and cursed, driven mad by pain. Shrieks. More shrieks. Truly a terrible sight.
But I face it clearly.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!”
They were victims of imperialism, the absolute evil of human history. Beings enslaved to cultivate sugar cane. They had their labor exploited, suffering until their deaths. A single life ended in pain. Absolutely unforgivable… the victims of absolute evil, but.
It’s not just them.
“Keuooooooo!! Oooooooo!”
“Leopolddddddd!!!”
“The cruel slaughterers of Belgium?!?!!!”
“Aaaaah!!! Aaaaaaaaah!!!”
From between the Black people crawling out, Black people from 19th-century Congo, who had lost their wrists and ankles, bloomed like flowers. The number of Congolese people brutally massacred by Belgians… at least 10 million.
The summoned 10 million Congolese Black people divided the infinitely sprouting sugar cane and the world.
“Kuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
Behold.
The screams of pain from those 10 million.
It’s a power that shook the barrier.
ㅡCheoeok.
The moment I gestured, watching that.
ㅡHwarurururuk!!
Everything is engulfed in flames.
And what appears is.
“Ugh, uaaaaaack!! The store?!?!! My store?!?!!”
“Bl, Black people?!?!! Black people burned down my store?!?!!”
“Aaaaah!! Please?!?!! Please stop?!?!!!”
“Stop…! Don’t burn anymore…!”
“That store!!! Was my dream and hope?!?!!!!!!!!”
“Ah, aah…! The children’s tuition fees?!?!! My store?!?!! Black people my stooooore?!?!!!”
Korean-American merchants who lost all their assets during the LA Black Riots… They lost all their assets to Black people. Estimated damages of $350 million. An absurd amount. They screamed as much as that astronomical figure.
“Yes.”
These people are all…
People who helped me gain enlightenment so far.
“That’s why they exist in my barrier.”
ㅡBuuuuuuuuuung!
ㅡKkiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!
From the sky above the constructed world, the Wright brothers joyfully fly in an airplane, and a large, sack-carrying old man grabs Black people and Korean-American merchants with tongs and puts them in his sack.
“Behold. My barrier.”
Mersin and Bulverza. And the evil spirits of other prisons. No. Benevolent spirits. The ghosts fly in all directions, scattering laughter. The barrier… was being built, forming a completely concrete shape.
Lastly.
“Techyaaaaaaaaaaaat!!”
“Techyaaaaaaaa!”
“Teeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
The leaf parts of the sugar cane twist, transforming into the shapes of ominous creatures with red and green heterochromatic eyes.
Thus, the barrier was completed.
“This is my space.”
I look at everything in the barrier with a sense of wistfulness.
“Futaba, no. Kim Katz Park.”
A beautiful utopia.
The paradise that each religion speaks of. Eden.
That is exactly here.
An otherdimensional space created by this Kim Katz. A barrier descended into reality.
Feeling them clearly.
“ㅡKugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugug!!!”
I look at the destruction fired by the Lich.
The black radiance emitted from the small sphere… was truly destruction. So powerful that I cannot stop it unless I fully expand the barrier. So evil, and condensed malice.
Yes.
If I were to name this.
“Lich Death Beam.”
That’s what it could be called.
“…”
But this.
No matter how I look at it.
Isn’t it a low-level version of `that`?
“ㅡ!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The destruction flies closer moment by moment. I face it. A destruction that even I cannot stop unless I fully expand the barrier. But. I know. That I will win.
That boosted my confidence to the ends of eternity.
ㅡCheoeok.
I raised my hand as if possessed.
In my imagination.
Always dreaming of.
The ultimate realm.
But that will not be the end.
It cannot be the end.
Because I am infinite.
So eventually.
“Cheonma Shin-gong.”
This ultimate Cheonma Shin-gong, too, will be a passing road.
“Ultimate.”
I feel the greatest joy in that fact more than anything.
“Secret Technique.”
Towards the other side of darkness.
Towards that place.
Extending my arm.
Taking a stance.
Then unfolding my index finger.
“Now I can do it.”
“Cheonma Death Beam.”
The white cannon fired from my fingertip covers the entire world. The omnipotent ray annihilates everything in its path, moving forward endlessly.
“I am Cheonoecheon’s Cheonma Kim Katz.”
An infinite being for whom nothing is impossible.
