I like your story.
Kim Dokjaâs words left a deep ripple in the deepest part of my chest.
There are words that, only after you hear them, you realize youâd wanted to hear them all along.
I looked into his face.
His name was Kim Dokja. A character I wrote across 551 episodes.
[Exclusive skill, âOmniscient Readerâs Viewpointâ is activated more strongly.]
Just from the expression he made, I could tell what he was thinking.
ăThe apocalypse region will be destroyed. Iâll call the train, so leave here.ă
âI canât do that.â
The King of Terror silently turned his back. Beyond the threshold of the âbig house,â a chilling lightning glare was pouring out without end. It was Zeusâs fable.
Beyond that, the scattered screams of the Transcendents. I could also hear Tooth Fin howling in pain.
âLetâs get out of here together.â
Why he liked my storyâmaybe I knew.
The second Kim Dokja, who must have been hiding in the âapocalypse regionâ ever since the moment he was born.
In a sense, this âapocalypse regionâ was Kim Dokjaâs other âsnowfield.â
He would have hidden in the gaps between the lines, collecting horrors, and rereading the stories heâd already read, again and again.
The second Kim Dokja stared at me with calm eyes.
ăYou know what happens if I leave here.ă
When the second Kim Dokja lightly gestured, a small screen floated up in midair.
âWe got it!âThe disaster fell!
His split bodies that had entered the scenario were dying as they were attacked by incarnations. His butterfly wings were torn, and the ânameless thingsâ protecting him were fading away.
ăNot only meâevery time, the âOtherworldly Divinitiesâ will suffer the same thing. As long as this exists, forever.ă
âSo thatâs why you tried to turn itself into an âapocalypse regionâ?â
The King of Terror smiled faintly.
ăBut I failed.ă
It was something that could only fail.
In a world where someoneâs sorrow easily becomes a story, once he entered the scenario, he could only become a âdisaster.â All the stars and incarnations would gather their strength to drive him out, and then plant a banner of brilliant victory in the place where his sorrow had been.
ăEven so, it was something I had to do.ă
âWhy did it have to be right now? Is it because I read the âProphecy of the Endâ?â
I recalled the âProphecy of the Endâ I had read when I entered the âTranscendent Alliance.â
ăThe horror that has begun to be recorded will return to a fable once more. It will become a decided story. It will be written into history again.When that day comes, the boundary of sleep will open, and the King of Terror will descend.And only the one who defeats the King of Terror will become, at the boundary of dreams and reality, the final storyteller who denies all records.ă
The âProphecy of the Endâ that hinted at the birth and death of the âKing of Terror.â
The King of Terror looked at me quietly, then shook his head.
ăEverything is already written, and at the same time, is being written.ă
After murmuring those words low, the King of Terror quietly added,
ăThe current âapocalypse regionâ canât contain all the Outer Gods. In the end, it was something that would happen someday. The prophecy was only the trigger.ă
âButââ
ăGo. With your companions.ă
When the King of Terror reached a hand out, Anna Croft and Yoo Joonghyuk, who had fainted inside the threshold of the âbig house,â floated up into the air and drifted out.
Catching them with both hands, I said once again.
âIâm not going. No, I canât.â
As if he found me frustrating, the King of Terror stared at me for a moment. From behind, I heard the sound of lightning glare surging once again.
ăThereâs no time. If you keep refusing, Iâll absorb you.ă
The moment I met his compound eyes, my heart thumped hard. An unpleasant aura flowed out from his shape as he approached one step at a time.
ăIâll absorb you and take all your fables. Iâll gather the fragments and dye with terror. Iâll make a world where everyone fears each other, so no one can harm anyone else.ă
At the same time, a fable also writhed inside me.
[Fable, âSuccessor of the Eternal Nameâ growls.]
Narrowing my eyes, I answered.
âIf you can, try it. Even so, Iâm never leaving you here alone.â
ăI canât help it.ă
The next moment, the King of Terror opened his mouth wide. The distant darkness inside his mouth swelled greedily.
ăThis is something you brought on yourself.ă
The darkness swallowed me.
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The King of Terror opened his eyes.
The power of fables welling up inside him. As if to calm that power, the King of Terror repeated a quiet breath again and again.
How long had he kept breathing like that? The âroom of the time stratumâ began to shake dangerously.
[Constellation, âSeat of Lightningâ manifests its status!]
At last, Zeusâs incarnation body had reached the threshold of the âbig house.â
Of course, Zeus wasnât the only one who appeared.
ăOooooooo!ă
This place was the âroom of the time stratum.â
Through the entrances of countless time strata, the âOtherworldly Divinitiesâ were beginning to cross over in earnest.
Tragedy-grade, disaster-grade, end-of-the-world-grade.
A legion of terror that could truly wipe out this world.
Then, beyond the threshold of the âbig house,â Zeusâs lightning spear Astrape revealed itself. It looked like pure white current dyed everything around it, and then, the next moment, the entire surrounding space was cleanly annihilated. The tale fragments of the destroyed Outer Gods circled the âroom of the time stratum.â
The enraged Outer Gods screamed.
ăAaaaaaaaaaah!ă
Zeusâs Astrape spewed fire again. Each time pure white sparks flew, the number of Outer Gods rapidly decreased.
Unable to watch it any longer, the King of Terror stepped forward.
ăStop.ă
His language was the language of terror. There was no way Zeus could understand his words. And yet Zeus looked as if he understood that language.
When Zeus gave a light gesture with his chin, Poseidon, who had followed him out from the threshold, stepped forward and opened his mouth.
[If you want us to stop, you know exactly what you have to do.]
The sky and sea of were speaking to the apocalypse region.
[Come to , fragment of the Oldest Dream.]
That was the purpose for which had come all the way here in person.
To seize the King of Terror, and gather the âfragments of the Oldest Dream.â
And thus change the history of this âworld line.â
[You should know you have no choice right now.]
Even Jang Hayoung, who had cleared the 1,864th round, couldnât stop their fleet.
Before the overwhelming military force of the fleet led by Zeus, now there were only two choices.
Surrender here and submit to , or be annihilated along with the apocalypse region.
The King of Terror said.
ăYou guys seem to have forgotten where this is.ă
[Even if this is inside your dream, you canât stop us.]
As if they had already finished assessing the King of Terrorâs capabilities, Poseidon let out a sneer.
[We know that all you can do is dream the âdreamâ needed to maintain this place.]
The weakest god in this world.
The âKing of Terrorâ governs everything in the âapocalypse region,â but alone, he canât do anything.
ăRight. A sad story.ă
The âKing of Terrorâ laughed. A laugh that might have been an empty laugh, or self-mockery.
Holding that twisted laugh on his lips, the âKing of Terrorâ said,
ăYoungest.ă
He called me.
ăRemember the end of this story well.ă
Of course, I wasnât in a state of being âabsorbedâ by the âKing of Terror.â
[Exclusive skill, âOmniscient Readerâs Viewpointâ is in an activated state.]
[Omniscient Readerâs Viewpoint] that activated at a dramatic moment.
[Exclusive skill, âOmniscient Readerâs Viewpointâ Stage 0 is in an activated state.]
Stage 0 of [Omniscient Readerâs Viewpoint], which had never activated even once. By the miracle of that Stage 0, I was now seeing the world through his eyes without being absorbed by the âKing of Terror.â
[Youâre putting on airs.]
The moment Poseidon aimed Traiana at the King of Terror, the Outer Gods of the âtime stratumâ began to howl toward the sky all at once.
Their cries soon covered the entire âapocalypse region,â and then became a fable.
ăGiant fableă.
A giant fable that made the King of Terror into âKim Dokja.â
[Giant fable, âSeason of Light and Darknessâ begins its story.]
With a tztztztz sound, the battlefieldâs scenery began to change.
ăStagingă.
It was unbelievable.
For Staging to occur, the conditions for that stage to be established had to be fulfilled without fail.
For example, ăSeason of Light and Darknessă was a fable that occurred on the âIsland of Reincarnators.â
and collided, the âHoly Demon Great Warâ broke out, and the fable that was born when Kim Dokja led its finale was ăSeason of Light and Darknessă.
But right now, this place wasnât the âIsland of Reincarnators,â and there were no constellations representing good and evil.
All that existed here was simply âKim Dokja.â
And yet, howâ
[What kind of nonsenseâ]
It seemed Poseidon and Zeus, who held the same doubt as me, felt the same way.
ăThe ruins of the âHoly Demon Great Warâ spread out there.ă
How could the âHoly Demon Great Warâ be reproduced here?
[There are no archangels or Demon Kings here! Then howâŚâŚ!]
The answer was simple.
ăYou think there are no archangels or Demon Kings here?ă
[What?]
ăIsnât it that you canât see them?ă
The constellations of , including Poseidon, still had faces that didnât understand.
Only I understood what he was saying.
I sighed in admiration, and I groaned in despair. A sight I could see because [Omniscient Readerâs Viewpoint] Stage 0 was active.
Since when had it been?
ăForgotten archangels and Demon Kings were standing beside us.ă
No one would call them âarchangelsâ or âDemon Kingsâ anymore. Because they had now lost their names.
ăGoodandevilgoodandevilgoodandevilgoodandevilgoodandevilă
ăLightanddarknesslightanddarknesslightanddarknesslightanddarknesslightanddarknessă
But even they had a time when they existed in the scenario. They had days when, with their own roles, they faced their own battlefield.
That old storyâtheir fables that could only be preserved through the âtime stratumââwas being released here now as a ăstageă.
ăOooooooo!ă
On that stage, I could see together the scenery the âKing of Terrorâ had protected alone all along.
Only then did I understand the reason the âtime stratumâ existed, and I could accept why the Outer Gods kept hiding in the gaps of the âtime stratum.â
They had wandered endlessly, searching for their vanished stories, searching for their lost homeland.
Poseidon growled and shouted.
[Staging alone is useless. With just one mere âgiant fableââ]
ăYou donât know what kind of war the âHoly Demon Great Warâ awakens.ă
The âKing of Terrorâ saying that truly seemed like Kim Dokja.
ăWell, it isnât your history.ă
That day, in that place, the Kim Dokja who led the âHoly Demon Great War.â
The Kim Dokja in history who protected with his sacrifice.
Kugugugugu!
The roar came from the door far above.
[1863-99th round].
The unknown âtime stratumâ next to the âreset button.â
Beyond the threshold of that stratum, something terrible was rippling.
[Spear That Draws the Boundary of the Sea, what is this!]
The Twelve Divine Seats of , who crossed the door late, stood as if protecting the myth-grade constellations.
But Zeus and Poseidon only stared at the âtime stratumâ of the ceiling with bewitched faces.
Among the Twelve Divine Seats, the first to notice the situation was the volcanic blacksmithâHephaestus.
[My god, that lunatic is right nowâ]
Only then did they realize what kind of being the âprototypeâ of the Outer God beyond that threshold was.
The shadow of a gigantic tail swaying beyond the time stratum portal.
ăThere was the âDisaster of the Starsâ there.ă
Once again, I realized that this place was the âapocalypse region.â
The terrors of this world have several classifications.
Tragedy-grade. Disaster-grade. End-of-the-world-grade.
But above those, there was one more stage of classification.
End-grade.
A terror that might be able to throw the entire into peril.
[You bastard, if you do that, you wonât come out unharmed either! Everyone here will die!]
Ignoring the constellationsâ shouts, the King of Terror slowly raised his hand and called the terror.
ăCome.ă
Cheongheo once said this. An end-grade terror wasnât a terror you could âavoid.â
It was simply a terror you could only âaccept.â
That terror was now awakening under the protection of a giant fable.
I knew that terror too. Because in ăThe Apocalypse Region Guide Even Squid and Sunfish Can Understandă written by Han Sooyoung, the name of that âterrorâ was designated as follows.
ăType 1 end-grade terror.ă
The prototype of that terror was as follows.
ăFinal Dragon of the Apocalypse.ă
I could feel the shadow of a gigantic tail swaying beyond the threshold.
Everyone here knew. That with a single swing of that tail, everything in this âapocalypse regionâ would disappear.
Tztztztztztztz!
At last, the Backlash of Plausibility began to blow in. With the appearance of the Final Dragon, the âscale beam of Plausibilityâ had completely shattered.
In the center of the apocalypse region, whipping with pure white sparks, the god who was more omniscient and powerless than anyone said,
ăJust like you said, all I can do is dream a âdream.â But.ă
The godâs finger pointed at the fleet.
ăYou too are in my dream.ă
At last, the Final Dragonâs tail moved.
ăI always only dream nightmares.ă
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