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“Muyeol, you said you’ve recovered from the Void Aftermath, so why are you still like this?”

A barrage of nagging.

“The world is in chaos because the vice-guildmaster of American Dream betrayed and died, and you, the association president, are just sitting here?”

But amidst all that nagging.

Kim Muyeol showed no change whatsoever.

“Tsk.”

Lee Yeonhee clicked her tongue briefly and glanced behind her.

Due to his massive 2-meter frame?

The sight of the golem Choi Changwook’s head peeking through the door crack was quite comical.

‘Please, I’m begging you, nuna.’

Choi Changwook sent a pleading look.

“Sigh.”

With a sigh, she eventually resorted to her final weapon.

“Hey, Kim Muyeol. What do you think Eunhye would say if she saw you like this, huh?”

The effect was remarkable.

Kim Muyeol, who hadn’t moved an inch like a doll.

“…Lee Yeonhee.”

Finally responded.

And while she braced herself for the expected outburst.

“Is there… a way to turn back time?”

Kim Muyeol asked quietly with a hoarse voice.

Caught off guard by his unexpected reaction.

‘Did this guy really eat something bad? Why is he like this all of a sudden?’

Lee Yeonhee blinked in bewilderment.

But only momentarily.

‘Whatever it is, at least he’s speaking now.’

She couldn’t let go of this chance she had finally awakened.

“If that was possible, don’t you think I’d have already reincarnated or regressed to dominate the world by now?”

She quickly seized the opportunity.

But.

“…Is that so.”

Perhaps dissatisfied with her answer?

Kim Muyeol was about to revert to his previous state.

As Lee Yeonhee bit her lip in frustration.

“Oh! Right!”

Snap.

As if recalling something. The urgently clapped her hands and spoke.

“I don’t know about turning back time, but there seems to be some kind of time-related ability.”

At those words.

“…What’s that?”

Emotion flickered in the previously impassive pupils of Kim Muyeol. Confirming this, Lee Yeonhee quickly replied.

“You know, there’s that girl in Shimun’s guild. Was her name Go Malsuk?”

“Go Malsuk? Oh, you mean Go Changjin’s daughter?”

“Right! Go Changjin’s daughter!”

Nodding, Lee Yeonhee responded.

“Anyways, she participated in the Ukraine Outbreak recently.”

“And?”

“And she said she had some strange experience there. What was it? She mentioned feeling like she met her future self.”

“Future?”

Now, even Kim Muyeol’s brow furrowed. Perhaps excited by his gradually reviving appearance, Lee Yeonhee continued:

“I only heard about it from Yujeong, so I don’t know the details, but it seems she met herself a few years into the future. But…”

Her eyes sparkled as she talked.

“It happened right after she encountered something with Desperado’s Dimension Trickster, Kamisato Haruto.”

Maybe those words were the deciding factor.

“Dimension Trickster? Dimension Trickster, huh…”

Kim Muyeol, who had been spacing out, was now resting his chin on his hand.

“Yes, come to think of it, Dimension Trickster is a spatial ability user…”

He began muttering to himself.

Seeing this, Lee Yeonhee shot a satisfied glance at the man peeking his head out from the entrance. Choi Changwook, ensuring that Kim Muyeol wouldn’t notice, gave a cautious thumbs-up before retreating.

“And he’s Desperado’s transporter. He must have been involved in Madam’s portal too…”

Kim Muyeol continued to mutter.

“Why? Are you interested in him now?”

“Yes.”

“That’s great.”

Lee Yeonhee smiled elegantly but informally.

“Remember the deal we made last time?”

“Deal?”

“To find and take down the Desperado who assassinated your father and the person who hired them.”

Moving adeptly past the bottles scattered on the floor, she sat on the sofa.

“Whether they’re too great or you’re just incompetent, you haven’t made any progress so far, have you?”

Then, after a few taps on her phone,

“But I think we don’t need to anymore.”

She handed her phone to Kim Muyeol. It showed news of Madam Dayna’s death. Kim Muyeol’s eyes twitched.

“What’s this?”

“I heard from Changwook. You guys fought Madam Dayna, right?”

“We didn’t fight.”

“Right. It was Shimun who fought her alone. Our Shimun is quite impressive, isn’t he?”

Nodding at Kim Muyeol’s words, Lee Yeonhee continued.

“It’s been over half a year since his debut, and he’s already taken down two key members of Desperado.”

She smiled contentedly.

“Anyway, it’s certain that Madam Dayna is dead. But her body was suddenly found in American Dream’s guild house? It smells fishy.”

“…Mirror Image Jennifer. Is she involved?”

“As expected, you might lack manners, but you’re smart.”

She stretched leisurely. Kim Muyeol, now leaning his chin on his hand, murmured.

“Indeed… If we dig into that, there’s a high chance we can uncover information about Desperado.”

“Right. Both Mirror Image and Dimension Trickster are special among the core members. Besides…”

Lee Yeonhee trailed off. Soon after.

“Yujeong seems to be overly fixated on Desperado lately, so I want to handle it as quickly as possible on my end.”

She spoke in a slightly more serious tone.

“Hmph. Isn’t she your flesh and blood? Just like you, she’s probably obsessed with revenge and causing a fuss.”

Kim Muyeol scoffed cynically as usual.

“Why not just leave her to it? By now, your daughter is probably stronger than you.”

He tossed the cigarette butt he had been holding into the overflowing ashtray.

“Cut the crap. Now that you seem a bit interested, make sure to help this time, alright?”

“Don’t worry about it. I always keep my promises.”

“You prick. Always so prickly.”

Flick.

Somehow, Lee Yeonhee had already drawn a cigarette and lighting it up, she continued.

“By the way… Shimun is quite something, don’t you think?”

“Getting that strong in the magic system so quickly. You know it’s tough to grow in the magic system, right?”

“Power always comes with a price.”

“It’s funny to hear that from you. But it’s fascinating. They say initial awakening abilities follow the parents’ abilities…”

With arms crossed, she looked up at the ceiling as if recalling the past, smoke curling upwards.

“Hmm~ if Eun-hye had awakened, would it have been in the magic system?”

She murmured in a peculiar voice.

“Ha! At your age, do you still believe in heredity theories about awakening?”

“I believe it because I’ve lived long enough. Just look at Mujin-oppa or Kim Shihyuk; the Kim family is purely combat-type. But you’re different, aren’t you?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know? I was originally…”

Kim Muyeol attempted to respond to her banter.

“…”

But suddenly, he froze in place.

*

In the waiting room of the infinite space. Shimun was staring at an unexpected message with wide eyes.

‘A Mercenary Arena request… It’s been a while.’

The Constellation’s request. Or a request from the Galaxy Arena itself. In his previous life on Earth and in various dimensions, this was known as the Mercenary Arena.

‘But Earth isn’t recognized as an official Arena dimension yet. Can I be selected as a mercenary?’

Shimun tilted his head in confusion.

Then.

‘Well, if the condition was met, the request came through.’

Considering what the Galaxy Arena is. Shrugging his shoulders, Shimun thought.

‘Anyway, the rewards are usually good, so there’s no reason to refuse.’

Without much hesitation, he chose the ‘Yes’ option.

Then, in front of him.

Fwoosh!

A spectacular view unfolded. A massive mountain range fitting the term ‘magnificent’.

Taking a brief look around, Shimun’s eyes widened slightly. The reason was simple.

‘Here… it’s all mountains, isn’t it?’

No matter how far he looked, there was nothing but mountains everywhere. There were no signs of other terrains like oceans.

To confirm this:

『You have been summoned to ‘Dimension Huaguo Mountain’ as a result of accepting the request.』

A message informed him that the dimension was named Huaguo Mountain, befitting a world composed solely of mountains.

Next:

『Constellation Heavenly Demon observes ‘Oh? This place is…’ with an intrigued gaze at Huaguo Mountain.』

『Constellation Black Goat remarks ‘What? This place hasn’t been destroyed yet?’ with a puzzled expression as they observe Huaguo Mountain.』

Constellations’ reactions poured in one after another, and Shimun’s face immediately stiffened.

‘Hasn’t been destroyed yet? Could this be a dimensional destruction battle here…?’

Before Shimun could finish his thoughts:

『This Arena event is a ‘Dimensional Destruction Battle’, with 100 participants.』

『As a result of accepting Constellation ?’s request, Player Kim Shimun’s team is assigned to ‘Defense’.』

『The Arena will start when all participants have gathered.』

A series of notifications flashed before him.

At that:

-What’s going on right off the bat?

-Dimensional Destruction Battle? What’s that?

-Yeah, I’ve never seen this type before.

-I’m currently in the Diamond mid-tier. I’ve never seen this type of event either.

-Same here.

The viewers who had tuned into the broadcast all expressed their confusion.

=What the hell! A Dimensional Destruction Battle?

=This dimension isn’t part of a regular Arena, right?

=How did he end up participating in a Dimensional Destruction Battle?

The chat from viewers of other dimensions was different.

Just like Shimun, who had received the mercenary request for the first time:

=Why the surprise? A Constellation from this dimension must have requested a mercenary.

=Is that guy from some lower-tier species?

=How can a player from a non-regular Arena dimension receive a mercenary request?

=Agreed. Moreover, do you think anyone can just be selected as a mercenary for a Dimensional Destruction Battle?

They questioned how someone from a non-regular Arena like Shimun could receive a mercenary request.

『Due to excessive special chat, the chat window of other dimensions will be temporarily hidden.』

The Galaxy Arena swiftly moved to censor the chats.

-Damn! The other dimension’s chat is blocked again.

-I think I saw something about a mercenary or something.

-Yeah. It seems like this guy was called as a mercenary from another dimension.

-Mercenary? But the notification said it’s an Arena.

-Damn! It’s frustrating. Open that chat window again!

The Earth chat window filled with complaints immediately.

However, since the Galaxy Arena was unlikely to lift the censorship,

-But doesn’t the term ‘Dimensional Destruction Battle’ sound a bit eerie?

-Yeah, there’s something off about it.

-Seeing the censorship, it probably doesn’t concern us.

-Or we aren’t even considered the right level for it, LOL.

The chat window was flooded with various assumptions.

Then:

『The Arena will begin shortly.』

『Prevent the destruction of Dimension Huaguo Mountain as much as possible.』

Accompanied by the message announcing the start of the Arena,

Hwararararara!

The majestic mountain range was instantly engulfed in flames.

“What the heck is this?”

Shimun involuntarily widened his eyes.

It wasn’t just because of the sudden onslaught of fire.

‘I’m the only one on the defense side?’

The previous notification had clearly stated there would be 100 participants.

Yet, even though the Arena had started, there was no one else summoned around.

It seemed that Shimun wasn’t the only one surprised.

=There are supposed to be 100 participants… but nobody’s on the defense side?

=It’s supposed to be a Dimensional Destruction Battle. How can there be no one on the defense side?

=I’ve never heard of this Huaguo Mountain dimension before… but shouldn’t the defense side have more people?

=Obviously. The fewer the numbers, the greater the reward.

Viewers from other dimensions watching the broadcast also expressed their doubts.

At that moment.

-Hey there! You look pretty shocked.

A lively voice echoed. As Shimun looked around.

-Haha! Look at you. Turning your head like a frightened monkey.

This time, the voice came with laughter.

So, Shimun stopped trying to find the source.

The reason was simple.

‘This voice isn’t coming from someone hiding around here.’

It wasn’t high-level martial arts like Telepathic Voice or Voice Transmission. Nor was it a telepathy spell.

It felt as if the voice was directly implanted into his mind.

‘It must be the Constellation that requested me as a mercenary.’

As if confirming Shimun’s guess.

-That’s right! Geez, you’re no fun. Figured it out already.

The voice echoed in his mind again, full of regret as if it had read his thoughts.

-Anyway. You’re upset because there are supposed to be 100 participants but you’re the only one on the defense side, right?

The mysterious Constellation spoke in a knowing tone.

“Not necessarily…”

Shimun shook his head.

-Oh! Can you stop with the formal speech? I’m not a Constellation from your dimension.

The Constellation shuddered at the unexpected formality.

“It’s not necessarily the case.”

Shimun immediately adjusted his tone.

-That’s better. Now it’s easier to listen to you. You’re quite responsive, aren’t you?

The Constellation responded in a very pleased tone.

-Anyway. So you’re not upset about being the only one summoned? That’s gutsy of you.

“There must be a reason the Galaxy Arena chose me as a mercenary.”

Regardless of past events. Isn’t the Galaxy Arena principled in maintaining fairness after all?

The Constellation requested only one defender, but, if the request were entirely unreasonable from the start, the Galaxy Arena would never have approved the mercenary request in the first place.

As expected.

“Hahaha! Look at that! You know more than most guys, huh? No wonder you’re getting the attention of the god-kings.”

A voice burst into loud laughter.

Shimun raised one eyebrow slightly.

“You know me?”

“Well, there’s plenty of gossip. Since your dimension isn’t an official Arena yet, I don’t know the details… but I’m quite well-informed.”

A voice mixed with a bit of arrogance.

Then.

“In any case, you’re right. There’s a reason I requested you as a mercenary and those cursed Arena guys approved it.”

The Constellation affirmed and continued.

“You handle Poseidon’s Trident, right?”

Shimun immediately realized what this Constellation wanted.

“You want me to put out the fire here?”

“You’re quick. Exactly. My dimension’s destruction battles always involve fires.”

As if to prove his point.

Fwoosh!

A wave of hot flames rushed in.

Snap.

Shimun, transmuting with a snap of his fingers, quickly retreated backward while responding.

“To answer simply, that’s not enough to put out the fire.”

Was it a completely unexpected answer?

“What?! Why! How?! Poseidon’s Trident is powerful enough to cover the entire sea!”

The previously lively voice now showed signs of bewilderment for the first time.

And.

‘Really? Did he just say the reason and still doesn’t get it?’

Shimun was just as puzzled. But soon regaining his composure, Shimun responded calmly.

“Judging by this place, it seems like a dimension composed entirely of mountains. Am I right?”

“Th-that’s true.”

“That means there’s no sea. How am I supposed to use it then?”

Since the broadcast was on, Shimun avoided directly mentioning Triaina as much as possible. To which the Constellation replied.

“Oh… that’s true.”

Could a Constellation really not know this?

“Damn! I thought I was being clever for once! This makes requesting just one person pointless!”

The Constellation ranted in frustration.

‘Well, there are many types of Constellations… but this one’s quite amusing.’

Shimun couldn’t help but smile wryly at such a response.

“I said ‘that’s not enough’, not that it’s impossible.”

He tried to alleviate the Constellation’s disappointment a little. But the disappointment must have been significant.

– So what, are you going to use magic? Just to let you know, these aren’t ordinary flames. They’re flames imbued with power.

A terse, distrustful reply came back. Instead of responding, Shimun.

Snap.

Showed it through action.

『Insufficient alchemy energy to achieve the requested alchemy.』

『To establish the necessary equivalent exchange with the Philosopher’s Stone, 300 achievement points are required.』

『Do you accept? (Yes / No)』

A familiar message appeared in front of him.

‘300 points… That’s a good deal.’

Upon choosing ‘Yes’.

Buzz.

The alchemy energy converted from the achievement points gathered at Shimun’s fingertips. With a snap of his fingers.

Whoosh.

A fan made of plants, the length of a spear, appeared in Shimun’s hand.

“No way, that’s…! You! Have a connection with…!”

The Constellation’s startled voice echoed. Ignoring it, Shimun swung the fan with all his might.

Whooosh!

A tremendous gust of wind blew away all the flames in front of him.