Cheok Jungyeong’s first form, said to cut down a thousand men in a single stroke.

Ilgeom Chamcheon.

I knew both its majesty and its performance well. I had written that sentence with my own hands.

When was it. Was it when Kim Dokja, trapped in the [Hundred-Day Seal], borrowed “Ganpyeongui” and called forth Cheok Jungyeong.

「A sword art that a great genius who might appear once in tens of thousands of years piled up over a lifetime. The most ideal cut made for destruction alone.」

But now that I saw it, it seemed I needed to revise that sentence.

Why didn’t I write that using it hurts?

No. Did I write it? If I did, I wrote it insufficiently.

It felt like someone had bent all my joints in directions where they could no longer move. Even while [Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint] was activated, that pain was delivered intact down to the soul.

As I looked at my ragged right hand, I wondered how in the world Kim Dokja had endured something like this.

—This is only the first sword, youngest.

Only the first sword, and it’s this much.

Then how destructive would Cheok Jungyeong’s third sword be, and the fourth sword created after that.

—Even that Cheok Jungyeong was blocked at “tale-grade.” The ones you’ll have to face from now on are even higher than that.

I couldn’t even guess.

What kind of tales would one have to pile up to reach that place. Is it even truly possible to reach it.

How did Kim Dokja not grow afraid even facing that high sky.

—You can do it. We’ve already done it once.

When the thick dust cleared, only one constellation remained where the blade had passed.

[How…….]

The six brilliantly shining stars of <Asgard> had set.

One remained. Only the “Daughter of the Valkyrie,” who had borne the brunt of the tier. Even she had lost more than half her incarnation body.

When the spear in her hand, which had been bracing against the ground, scattered to powder, the Daughter of the Valkyrie collapsed as she was.

[Th-this technique is surely that monster’s…….]

Trembling, she too seemed to recognize Cheok Jungyeong’s first sword.

Cheok Jungyeong as well had once, like Kim Dokja, received the curse of [Fate] and become an enemy of the giant nebulae, so it was no wonder the Daughter of the Valkyrie recognized this technique.

Next, with magic power rebounding, the Daughter of the Valkyrie began to retch.

[N-no. I can’t. It can’t end like th—]

And then.

[‘Ginnungagap’ is terminated.]

I felt the veil that had been surrounding us disappear. The veil of “Ginnungagap,” which <Asgard> had staged as a platform, was finally about to vanish.

[The effect of ‘Ginnungagap’ activates.]

[What happened in ‘Ginnungagap’ is not recorded in the world line.]

The veil vanished and the ruined streets of Washington were revealed. The incarnations who had been standing around blankly looked at each other in a daze.

The Daughter of the Valkyrie, whose “semi-divine descent” had not yet been undone, also wore a bewildered expression.

[What in the world is this…….]

That her “semi-divine descent” was not undone must have meant that the tier possessed by the “Daughter of the Valkyrie” had been that damaged.

What was strange was her reaction.

W-where has ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ everyone gone! Oh stars. What is this! Why am I—]

Having vomited forth a great tale, the Daughter of the Valkyrie gagged. As if she had forgotten all the events prior.

She wasn’t the only one showing abnormal reactions.

“Cheon Inho?”

Anna Croft, who had been watching the battle by our side all along, asked with a confused face.

“What…… what on earth happened? Why is the ‘Daughter of the Valkyrie’……? No, these traces…….”

With those words, Anna activated [Retrospective Sight]. But all that returned was a light spark.

Next, I felt the incarnations across the area fall into confusion and begin to stir.

“What happened to the black beast?”

“What the hell? Why am I here…….”

“The black beast fell!”

“A-a constellation! A constellation descended!”

“My head feels like it’s splitting.”

What occurs inside “Ginnungagap” does not remain as a record. And it seemed this “record” included even the “memories” of humans and constellations.

Staring blankly into empty air, Anna Croft suddenly came to her senses and murmured.

“Don’t tell me…… ‘Ginnungagap’?”

As expected of the Prophet. Had she realized what had occurred in that brief span.

At any rate, it was a pity.

That the events in “Ginnungagap” were all not recorded also meant that what happened there could not be made into a tale.

It was vexing that an incident that had put down as many as ten “great-figure constellations” wouldn’t be recognized as a tale—but still, we had survived, and that was something.

But thinking that far, something felt strange.

「I remember all the events that occurred in ‘Ginnungagap.’」

Along with a chill in my heart, I felt the power of a tale enveloping Kim Dokja and me.

[Tale, ‘The Recorder of Vanishing Things’ is in effect.]

[You are not subject to the record-erasure effect of ‘Ginnungagap.’]

[The constellations of the nebula <Asgard> are greatly flustered.]

[The nebula <Asgard> lodges a protest with the Administration Bureau!]

.

.

[Your record is transmitted to the <Star Stream>.]

[Your achievements have been recorded in the <Star Stream>.]

[You have achieved a non-existent achievement!]

[The <Star Stream> reviews your achievements.]

Since when had it been. The expression of the Daughter of the Valkyrie who was looking at me was grotesquely contorted.

[Impossible— How did you with ‘Ginnungagap’?]

She too had noticed what was happening now.

Hastily looking up at the sky, she burst into a resounding incantation.

[Stop him! Oh stars! Quickly, you must kill him! At once!]

Sparks of plausibility were raging around the “Daughter of the Valkyrie.”

[He remembers everything that happened inside ‘Ginnungagap’!]

What that meant was obvious.

For some reason, the incident we had committed was being recorded as a “tale.”

[Constellation, ‘Black Flame Dragon of the Abyss’ requests to view the record.]

[Constellation, ‘Demonic Judge of Fire’ requests to view the record.]

[Constellation, ‘Prisoner of the Golden Coil’ requests to view the record.]

[Constellation, ‘Commander of the Red Cosmos’ requests to view the record.]

[Constellation, ‘Rice Cake–Eating Tiger’ requests to view the record.]

…….

Indirect messages rising without end.

[The Administration Bureau is reviewing your ‘new tale’!]

Suppressing the swelling in my chest, I spoke.

‘Backer Constellation, sir.’

If this incident were recognized as a “tale,” I would obtain a tale of having massacred ten “great-figure constellations” in the seventh scenario.

An impossible story piled up on a stage where records are impossible.

An achievement that even the Kim Dokja of the main story had not accomplished.

I couldn’t even guess what sort of tale I would receive.

But Kim Dokja— that is, the “Demon King of Salvation”—looked oddly uneasy.

—This isn’t good.

‘Not good?’

—Youngest, do you remember when I was endowed with [Fate]?

Of course I remembered.

Because of the [Fate] he received then, Kim Dokja died several times and was in the end even expelled from the scenario in the tenth scenario.

—That was the “eighth scenario.” But if something like this happens in merely the seventh scenario, how do you think the giant nebulae will act?

“Ah…….”

—Damn. I thought it would be fine since it was ‘Ginnungagap.’

I recalled what kind of bastards the “giant nebulae” were.

In this <Star Stream>, the ones who were more serious than anyone about fighting over their rice bowls. Those were the ones who even unleashed [Fate] just to block Kim Dokja.

Such bastards would never just sit by and watch us, who had sent ten “great-figure constellations” to the grave.

As if to mirror our anxiety, the intervals between peals of thunder grew shorter.

Swallowing my foreboding, I asked.

‘Will they deploy additional constellations?’

<Asgard> must have borne a massive loss just by summoning “Ginnungagap.”

No matter how giant a nebula, I wanted to believe it would be too much for them to accept further losses.

—I hope not, but……

[‘Bookmark’ is released.]

[‘Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint’ is temporarily released.]

With a tremendous recoil, my vision went pitch-black like a blown fuse, then slowly recovered.

Anna Croft supported me as I staggered.

“Cheon Inho? Are you all right? Cheon Inho!”

Nodding, I straightened up with her support.

“What on earth is this. What happened in ‘Ginnungagap’?”

“I’ll explain later—for now, Yu Joonghyuk—”

The moment I said that much, light sparks jumped across my whole body and, though only a little, vitality returned.

[‘Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint’ reactivates!]

—Additional plausibility has been granted.

Additional plausibility?

—Something’s wrong. Be careful, youngest.

This “scenario” was one that balanced the scale instead of a backlash.

That surplus plausibility had arisen on our side meant that someone not us was using as much plausibility on the opposite side of the scale.

Next, a portal swirled open in midair.

What appeared beyond the portal were incarnations in foreign garb. Judging by the air they gave off, they seemed to be from the Balkans or the Mediterranean.

Spotting them, Anna Croft greeted them first.

“Incarnations of Greece?”

One of the group nodded.

“The scenario is already over. You may return.”

Just as Anna Croft said.

[The current sub-scenario is in a terminated state.]

Yu Joonghyuk, who had become the black beast, had fallen, and the reward of the “sub-scenario” belonged to me and Kim Dokja.

And yet now additional personnel had been dispatched?

It was a situation that stank to high heaven no matter who looked at it. In fact, instead of answering Anna Croft, they quickly scanned the surroundings.

“So <Asgard> got here first after all.”

When a man who had found the fallen “Daughter of the Valkyrie” muttered, the incarnations beside him chimed in.

“Bastards. Did they really use ‘Ginnungagap’.”

“They paid the price just to deal with a single incarnation?”

The “Daughter of the Valkyrie” glared with her eyes wide and growled.

[You lot. Who are you.]

The incantation of wrath unleashed by the “Daughter of the Valkyrie” raised a surge of tier across the area. But even at a constellation’s incantation, the incarnations showed no sign of being shaken.

“Pathetic. To fail even after using ‘Ginnungagap.’”

They were certainly incarnations. But no matter how I looked at it, their manner of speech wasn’t that of incarnations.

Enraged, the “Daughter of the Valkyrie” uttered another incantation.

[This is <Asgard>’s territory! I don’t know who you are—]

Her words did not continue. Because her neck had already been lopped off and sent flying.

Flicking blood from his shamshir, the Greek man grinned, grabbed the severed head, and shook it.

“Good things should be shared, my friend.”

Even if her strength had been exhausted, to cut down a “semi-divine descended” constellation in a single blow.

[Constellation, ‘Gatekeeper of Thebes’ grins.]

Thebes? Damn it. Don’t tell me.

—Now I know what kind they are.

[The constellations of the nebula <Olympus> are looking at you.]

After <Asgard>, is it <Olympus>.

‘Looks like those bastards are after the fragments too.’

—What are we, famous for good eats now.

All the incarnations who appeared were incarnations of <Olympus>.

Judging by the flow of plausibility running through the surroundings, it seemed the constellations of Olympus had raised synchronization to the limit and were dominating the incarnation bodies.

Borrowing my mouth, Kim Dokja said a word.

“You seem to be mistaken about something—this isn’t the ‘Great War of the Sacred and Demonic’ or ‘Gigantomachia.’”

Even if it was a scenario where the “Scale of Plausibility” operated, there was a limit.

If a weight the scale could not support was set upon it, the scale would snap in the end and the scenario would rush toward catastrophe.

“Did you all come to get burned up by lightning? No matter how messed up the plausibility is—”

As if to prove Kim Dokja’s words, lightning sparked in the air.

But at the place where lightning sparked, another new portal was opening.

It wasn’t just one.

From dozens of portals that opened simultaneously, incarnations in all sorts of garb were leaping out one after another.

[The constellations of the nebula <Guiok> are looking at you.]

<Guiok>.

[The constellations of the nebula <Tree of Protection> are looking at you.]

<Tree of Protection>.

[The constellations of the nebula <Veda> are looking at you.]

……<Veda>.

When I confirmed up to that point, Kim Dokja’s voice reached me.

—Youngest.

“Yes.”

With Yu Joonghyuk slung over our backs, we started running for dear life.