The sky was splitting apart as if a canvas were being torn. Beyond the sky of the shattered snowfield, I could see a pitch-black ganggi flying in. No, I wasn’t even sure you could call something like that “ganggi.” What was certain was that it was tearing apart every last bit of this world’s sky.

[Wow.]

That was Jaehwan’s stab.

Jang Hayoung murmured in admiration.

[I’ve never seen something like that in my life.]

This place was the “snowfield”.

Even if it was Jaehwan the Monarch Slayer, entering all the way in here to face Kim Dokja wouldn’t be easy.

But what if he could attack the “snowfield” itself from outside the “snowfield”?

「Constellation Tearing」.

If it was Jaehwan’s secret art that could pulverize space-time as a whole, I thought it might be possible to temporarily dismantle the lines between the lines of this “snowfield” as well.

Fortunately, it looked like the gamble had worked.

【How—】

The moment the horrified Asmodeus turned this way, I saw the two Kim Dokjas floating in midair vanish from sight. They, too, had sensed the danger.

The problem was what came next.

Kwakwakwakwakwa!

With something like that flying in from the void, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do to escape from here.

The [□□] skill that decided snowfield entry was in a state where it wouldn’t listen, and contact with the first Kim Dokja through the [Fourth Wall] had also been cut off.

There was only one person I could trust now.

“Please save me.”

At my request, Jang Hayoung widened her eyes and said.

[The Kim Dokja I knew wasn’t as shameless as you.]

Laughing like that, Jang Hayoung pulled me into her arms.

The next moment, my vision went out, and I got bounced out of the snowfield.

Come to think of it, I wasn’t sure I could return to my body like this.

Right now my body was being illegally occupied by Cheon Inho. No—wait. Originally, that body belonged to Cheon Inho, so was I the one illegally occupying it instead?

“Hup.”

Wiping the drool running from the corner of my mouth, I snapped my eyes open.

What? How did I get back?

Before I could even fully form the question, a horrible pain flared up all over my body, starting with my belly and spreading everywhere else.

Swallowing the pain, I quickly looked around.

This place was the “big house”.

Then the wounds left all over my body had to be injuries from my life-and-death fight with Yoo Joonghyuk.

Grimacing, I clutched at the belly skin where fables were leaking out in streams.

[Exclusive skill, ‘Fourth Wall’ is in an activated state.]

At least the [Fourth Wall] reactivated and eased the pain a bit.

That bastard Yoo Joonghyuk, just how hard did he beat me?

Staggering, I braced a hand on the floor and caught my breath. My knees were trembling so badly I couldn’t even stand up.

How did Cheon Inho fight with this body?

“Cheon Inho?”

When I lifted my head, Anna Croft stood there, filthy with dust.

With eyes full of wariness as she drew up killing intent, I smiled and waved at her.

“Ms. Kim Anna.”

A startled Anna Croft blinked with a horrified face. A look that doubted whether I was pulling some trick.

To help her make her judgment, I smiled with half-lidded eyes and continued.

“Did you forget your own name too?”

“...You came back?”

“Yes.”

[Character ‘Anna Croft’ is activating ‘Lie Detection Lv.10’.]
[‘Lie Detection’ has confirmed that your words are true.]

Even in the middle of this, the sense to use [Lie Detection]. As expected of a prophet’s quick wits.

After confirming I wasn’t the “real Cheon Inho,” Anna Croft hurriedly ran over, grabbed both my hands, and supported me. Then she stood there awkwardly with her head lowered, like someone who didn’t know what she was supposed to do. It was kind of funny, so I snickered.

“You were worried, weren’t you?”

I thought she’d push back hard, but unexpectedly, Anna Croft answered in a heavy voice.

“That’s right.”

I could feel the sincerity in her tone.

Come to think of it, after going through the affairs of the apocalypse region and the Transcendent Alliance, we’d spent quite a long time sharing hardships together.

[Your Great Fable is stirring.]

To build this level of bond with that “prophet”.

If Yoo Joonghyuk heard, he’d be dumbfounded.

I quietly let go of her hands, then looked around and asked.

“Where is Yoo Joonghyuk?”

“The Tyrant King is...”

Following her gaze, I saw Yoo Joonghyuk lying collapsed on the floor.

I hurried over to him and checked his pulse and breathing.

“Hey.”

Even when I shook his shoulder, Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t wake up.

Anna Croft added.

“He’s been like that since earlier. No matter how much I try to wake him, he doesn’t react at all.”

I could roughly guess why.

The “snowfield” where the Kim Dokjas had fought their fierce battle was Yoo Joonghyuk’s inner world. But since that world had been torn, even briefly, by Jaehwan’s strike, it was possible that shock had affected Yoo Joonghyuk’s reality as well.

“He’ll be fine. I think he just passed out for a bit.”

If he were truly in danger, his fables would be running wild all over his body by now. But his fables were, surprisingly, in a calm state.

“What happened to Cheon Inho?”

At my question, Anna Croft asked back as if it were absurd.

“You’re asking me that while you’re inside that body?”

“Yes.”

At my shameless attitude, Anna Croft shook her head.

“I don’t know exactly either. I saw the Tyrant King knock Cheon Inho down, but...”

“What happened to his soul? Where did it disappear to?”

“I can’t see that kind of thing with the ‘Eyes of the Great Demon’.”

No matter how Yoo Joonghyuk was, he wouldn’t have a way to erase only Cheon Inho’s soul in that instant.

Which meant Cheon Inho had voluntarily yielded the body back to me.

But I couldn’t grasp his intentions.

Cheon Inho, who had such a deep love-hate relationship with the protagonist’s seat more than anyone.

Why did that “Evil Sophist” who had struggled so desperately to be recorded on the ‘Final Wall’ yield his body again at the critical moment?

...Whatever. Thinking about it now wouldn’t give me an answer.

“Kim Dokja.”

Anna Croft tugged my sleeve and pointed toward the cliff. On the stratified screen of the cliff, the scenario region outside was being projected.

—Kraaaaaagh!
—Run! Run away!

The Outer Gods still exuded their might, protected by the apocalypse region’s blessing.

But looking closely, the situation had changed a bit from earlier.

[Constellation, ‘God of Wine and Ecstasy’ manifests in the scenario region!]

Messages from constellations striking the scenario region. Even though it was the form of a demigod descent rather than a full descent, it was still a spectacle to see constellations intervening in the scenario.

[Constellation, ‘War God of the Seas’ manifests in the scenario region!]
[Constellation, ‘Supreme Horseback Archer’ manifests in the scenario region!]

Taking advantage of the gap where the scale of plausibility had gone out of control due to the apocalypse region, the constellations of various nations manifested into the scenario and fought back against the Outer Gods.

[Constellation, ‘Owner of the Guillotine’ descends upon the scenario region!]
[Constellation, ‘One Who Cuts Snakes’ descends upon the scenario region!]
[Constellation, ‘Silent Sword’ descends upon the scenario region!]

Under the constellations’ command, the Outer Gods of the apocalypse region began to be pushed little by little toward the portal.

The fervor of the incarnations responding to it was incredible too.

—Oooooh!
—The constellations have come!
—We’ve got this! Push just a little more!

It made sense. The constellations who had done nothing but hold back until now were showing up in the scenario region in person to help them, so the incarnations couldn’t help but be moved.

[In the Korean Peninsula region, the constellations’ fame rises greatly!]

Still, even if the scale of plausibility was broken, it was surprising that the constellations had stepped in directly.

They probably had their own calculations.

It could’ve been an agreement with the “Great Nebulae,” or they might’ve cut some backroom deal with the Administration Bureau.

Either way, for once they were facing the scenario with one heart and one mind.

【A a a a a a a a】

The “nameless things” writhing in pain were fleeing back into the inside of the portal again.

I raised my voice toward empty air and shouted.

“Second Brother! Let’s stop now!”

No matter how many powerful Outer Gods remained in the second Kim Dokja’s apocalypse region, he couldn’t fight against the entire <Star Stream>. In the end, he would lose, and his apocalypse region would be sealed.

“If we keep fighting like this, everyone will die! You didn’t become the ‘King of Terror’ to see something like this!”

Maybe he heard my voice.

A strange fog swirled through the center of the big house, and before long, the “King of Terror” revealed himself. Maybe because of the battle in the snowfield, his expression looked terribly exhausted.

“Watcher of Light and Darkness!”

I shouted his modifier. But he didn’t turn to me. Instead of looking at me, he was staring up at the sky.

Since when had it been?

The sky reflected in his layered eyes was splitting apart.

Only then did I realize what was happening.

Jjeojeojeojeok.

The ceiling of the big house was collapsing.

“My God.”

A frightened Anna Croft murmured as she stumbled backward. After confirming the storm clouds hanging beyond the collapsed ceiling, I hurriedly looked for Jang Hayoung.

“Jang Hayoung!”

The empty space behind me rippled, and Jang Hayoung appeared. Her face was plainly flustered as well.

[That thing from earlier isn’t coming again, right?]

“It isn’t.”

At first, I thought Jaehwan, enraged by my message, had sent another stab at me.

But something was different. Unlike Jaehwan’s dry stab, there was a clear malice soaked into the fable that was breaking the ceiling and coming in now.

The next moment, a flash flew in through the crack in the ceiling. Along with tremendous heat, the floor of the big house burst into flame.

Smoke spreading acridly.

Swallowing a cough, I glared up at the sky.

The tremendous force of a Great Fable condensed into that flash. It was a Great Fable with a presence that felt familiar somehow.

“No way.”

When hundreds of flashes bombarded the big house, Jang Hayoung finally stepped up.

[Damn it, Kim Dokja! Get back!]

A tremendous “grade” poured out from Jang Hayoung’s entire body.

Once again, I felt deeply why Jang Hayoung was called the “King of the Transcendents.” The fables surging from her whole body were proving who she was.

The [Formless Sword] Jang Hayoung created drew a translucent trajectory and pointed at the ceiling.

Heaven-Breaking Sword Art.

Ultimate technique.

Heaven-Breaking Meteor Strike.

The Heaven-Breaking Meteor Strike, the ultimate technique of [Heaven-Breaking Sword Art], collided with the flashes like a meteor shooting upward in reverse. The ganggi of the Heaven-Breaking Meteor Strike that had been offset against the flashes soon began to lose strength and crumble apart.

Jang Hayoung didn’t stop.

Electric Humanization.

As [Electric Humanization], the secret art of White Azure Gate, activated, Jang Hayoung’s whole body was covered in a White Azure aura. With a fierce explosive roar, the White Azure force poured out from her crushing fist.

In the moment when the momentum of the flashes faltered for the first time, Jang Hayoung moved the Formless Sword once more.

Third form.

Three Swords Slash the Sea.

The three swords of Cheok Jun-gyeong, created to slash the sea, erupted from Jang Hayoung’s sword arc.

A ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) combination of [Heaven-Breaking Sword Art], [Electric Humanization], and the [Three Sword Forms].

She alone was painting the scene that the three captain-level members of the Transcendent Alliance could create.

This was the true power of the “King of the Transcendents.”

At last, Jang Hayoung’s Three Sword Forms that had pushed the flashes back detonated something beyond the ceiling. I could feel the raging tide of fable-grade force that had been shaking the earth’s axis begin to lessen little by little.

[Damn it, if only there weren’t plausibility restrictions—]

It seemed that even Jang Hayoung couldn’t exert one hundred percent of her true body’s power, in exchange for crossing over world lines.

Even so, when the dust cleared, Jang Hayoung held her ground firmly in that spot. Even though her entire body had been charred pitch-black, she had succeeded in defending the big house alone.

But Jang Hayoung’s expression was grim.

[You...]

Anger was lodged in her eyes as she confirmed with her own eyes the being that appeared beyond the crack in the ceiling.

[How dare you. Do you even know where you are.]

At the same time, from beyond the crack, I heard the sound of something firing again.

Jang Hayoung’s complexion changed as she turned around and shouted.

[Kim Dokja, run—]

With a blinding flashwind, Jang Hayoung’s body was slammed into the floor of the big house.

I couldn’t believe it. There was an existence over there that could bring down Jang Hayoung, the “King of the Transcendents”?

Once more, the ceiling of the big house shook, and I heard the sound of something forcing its way in through the ceiling.

Kudududeuk.

Beyond the shattered ceiling, dozens of ships appeared.

They were ships I knew well too. The “fable weapons” of the Great Nebulae that I had seen in the final scenario of the 40th round.

[The plausibility of the <Star Stream> is moving!]
[The constellations of the small and medium nebulae are aghast at the manifestation of a great existence!]
[The Backlash of Plausibility is blowing in!]

Taking the lead was the <Olympus> ship, the “Argo”.

The moment I confirmed the constellation commanding them from the front, I felt like I could accept Jang Hayoung’s defeat.

Why on earth had that being appeared here now?

Along with a faintly ominous premonition, I felt as if the god aboard the front of the Argo was recognizing me.

But that couldn’t be.

All the time I had fought him had been inside the time stratum of the 40th round.

No, wait a second.

「What if I wasn’t the only one who got information from the ‘time stratum’ of the ‘40th round’?」

Damn it.

[Constellation, ‘Seat of Thunder’ reveals their grade!]

The strongest of <Olympus>, Zeus of the Three Chief Gods, aimed his holy relic Astrape at the big house.

[Retrieve the fragments.]

The true word fell.