Trait Hoarder Chapter 16

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Level 1 Superhuman -2-

Seokchon Lake.

Originally, there was Lotte World and Lotte World Tower in the world.

I raised my head and looked up at the super tall tower that seemed to pierce the sky.

Triplet Towers.

A place where superhuman-related facilities such as the Superhuman Association, Superhuman Certification Center, Superhuman Alliance, Western Military Liaison Center, Shinwha Group Branch, Sun Tower Office, and the Old Father’s Church Sanctuary are all gathered.

Each tower is larger than the original Lotte World Tower.

The surrounding skyscrapers are also like that.

At a glance, more than 20 skyscrapers form the skyline of Songpa-gu, Seoul.

The road is also wide. It has 40 lanes in each direction. There is not a single broken pavement block, not a single hole in the road, and the well-groomed street trees are beautiful.

A completely different landscape from the back alley where I fought the deer gang.

Whew! Whew!

As I watched the flying cars flying through the sky and heading straight for the super tower, I also started walking towards the super tower.

A large security guard manipulates the sunglasses on his eyes.

Then he smiled gently and stepped aside.

“Welcome to the Superhuman Tower, Superhuman-to-be.”

“thank you.”

Magic-sensing sunglasses.

I took a look at it once and went inside.

A vast space appears.

Strangely enough, it is a space the size of a soccer field, spread out without a single pillar.

I don’t know how they built a plaza like this on the first floor of a skyscraper that is hundreds of meters high, let alone a structure like a gymnasium.

“ah.”

One thing that was unique was the magic.

Magic power was flowing everywhere, arranged like a circuit or a three-dimensional magic circle.

The buildings of this world are not made of reinforced concrete, but are supported by horsepower.

As I was walking around with curious eyes, a slender employee like a model approached me.

This face looks somehow familiar······

“Hello. Thank you for visiting. Are you here to get your Superhuman certification?”

“Yes. Where should I go?”

“I’ll show you around. Is this your first time authenticating as a superhuman?”

“This is my first time.”

“I guess you trained a little roughly.”

The staff member was also wearing thin glasses.

Those glasses also seem to have a magic detection enchantment.

I sense magic power but I can’t verify your identity, so I guess you keep coming closer.

By the way, what is training?

Judging from what I said, it’s highly likely that my lineage was also read.

If it was a reinforcement class, a magician class, or a priest class, I would have said something different.

Arrived at the center.

A turquoise circular floor with a diameter of over 10 meters.

Above it, a large three-dimensional magic circle was floating randomly.

On the ceiling, where the end is not in sight, clear and transparent light is falling like the Milky Way.

As I looked there, the employee politely raised his arm and pointed.

“This is a magic circuit measuring device. When you go inside, the computer comprehensively measures the magic circuit level and overlap and informs you.”

“Is that accurate?”

“This is a magic circle designed by Sir Merlin, a level 9 archmage. There is no way it can be wrong.”

Oh, yeah.

Merlin. The heavenly horse of the magical world.

If that person made it, I have nothing to say.

Thud thud.

Walk towards the measuring device.

People walking around the spacious first floor stopped moving for a moment and looked in my direction.

“Do you have superhuman certification?”

“Long time no see.”

“Look over there! The magic power is way over 1.0, but it’s not registered!”

“Oh, you weren’t just some random person, you were a potential superhuman?”

“There’s a vacancy in our mercenary group. Should we recruit him?”

“A mere level 1? A soldier from the special forces is much better than a kid who just got certified and is addicted to superhuman powers. The real thing starts at level 3.”

A mixture of curious and expectant eyes, and dismissive and contemptuous gazes were fixed on me.

Just as I was about to enter the measuring device, the pillar of light.

Yeah! Woof woof!

The entire tower vibrated and light fell from the ceiling.

A sight that looks like rain, drawing countless vertical lines, as if a laser bomb was being fired.

A baptism of light drawn by colorful rays.

As I blinked, the employee standing behind me shouted in surprise.

“The saint has arrived!”

Saint?

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Who is that?

I couldn’t remember it right away.

It’s a nickname that’s bound to exist, but there were no saints among the priest-type SSR characters in Arcane Seoul.

OMG.

The ceiling opened, ignoring my questions.

Some, but not all, of the walls lower down like a drawbridge, exposing the sky.

An airship was floating among the refreshingly pouring blue light.

Airship?

No. It would be more correct to call it an airship. A ship that floats on the sea without wings or balloons, equipped with a magical science engine and a floating magic circle, it is the epitome of luxury and self-aggrandizement.

Gooooooo.

Even at first glance, the airship was surrounded by a mighty magical power.

Even ordinary people with no magical power can feel it.

A gentle breeze swirls around the streamlined body, and blue starlight sparks on the metal surface.

The airship entered the tower and slowly descended.

As the distance grew closer, a gust of wind swept across the first floor plaza, and as the light scattered from the magic, a halo of blue, red, and green lights bloomed like morning glory.

“Can I come into the tower by airship?”

When I asked half-astonished, the employee who had been absent-minded barely managed to answer.

“Of course! You are a saint!”

“Are you a saint?”

“Yes! Your Majesty!”

Who was it?

There was definitely a nickname like that.

For a moment, my memory began to fade.

I looked up at the airship with a slight frown.

Wooooow.

An airship that stops right above the first floor plaza.

The function opens upwards like a shark’s head snapping.

Okay, okay, okay.

The folded floor unfolds to create a huge ramp.

A ramp connecting the airship and the first floor plaza.

It’s all black. Not just any black, but a pitch-black color, like the bottomless pit beyond the abyss, absorbing all light.

The black ramp was engraved with sacred text in sinister gold.

A sacred script that seems to be a mixture of Latin and oracle bone script.

Looking at that, I’m starting to get the feel of it.

‘Oh, this?’

Just at the moment when I was about to pull out a handful of memories from deep within my subconscious.

Crunch.

A rustling sound was heard.

Clank, clank, clank.

And that too, in succession.

My pupils dilate naturally.

I’ve heard it.

This sound effect.

Should I call it the sound of footsteps, to be exact?

‘really?’

Why did a boss monster appear here!

As I was about to scream inwardly, she appeared through the open doorway.

Someone screamed in agony.

“Saint!”

A slender shadow stands beneath the intense magical light.

A solid black breastplate.

Thick steel skirt.

A giant war hammer carried on the back.

A super-caliber shotgun mounted on the right arm.

Red translucent goggles covering the face.

A black and gold crown adorning the head.

The saint comes down the ramp with a creaking sound.

Following them, knights in black and gold armor marched in protest, waving guns and hammers.

That’s right.

I finally managed to salvage a piece of memory.

The saintess of the ancient gods.

A pseudo-religion commonly referred to as the Old Fathers’ Sect.

By the standards of this world, it is a normal religion.

Although he died in the War of Destruction, [Old Father] was once one of the powerful gods who walked the earth and ruled over humanity.

‘And the boss monster.’

The story of Arcane Seoul progresses in episodes.

Among them, episodes 1, 2, and 3.

Terror in Seoul, zombie outbreak, resurrection of ancient gods.

The Old Father’s Sect and the Saintess of the Ancient Gods are involved in all these events.

Episode 3, the final boss of the Ancient God’s Resurrection is that saintess.

I remember when it was first released it was incredibly difficult.

It was really hard to catch. I was even considering giving it a try after failing dozens of times.

Later on, as the specs increase, it becomes a boss monster used for spec checks.

‘Why are you here?’

Well, that was a few years before the game started.

Moreover, up until Episode 2, the old Father’s Church was performing its role as a normal religion.

It is also possible to go to a temple and make an offering to receive blessings or purification.

Among the characters, there were also priests and knights from the old Father’s Sect, although they were N-class.

So I remember that there was quite a big response when Episode 3 was released.

Clank, clank.

The saint walks straight towards the combat power measuring device.

The staff burst into cheers.

“I guess you’re refreshing your level!”

Level refresh?

Wasn’t the saint level 8 from the start?

Oh, maybe not now.

The saint stands in front of the combat power measuring device.

The magic circle was already starting to react. Magic particles were tangible and scattered, and the magic circle began to vibrate, and the vibrations spread throughout the tower like a tidal wave.

Flash! Bang! Whirlwind!

When did the news get out?

Hundreds of flying cars flew in through the open ceiling.

High-level superhumans stand on flying cars and watch over the saintess.

Wizards who arrive using teleportation magic.

The eyes of the gods descend one after another, shaking the space.

Under the focused gaze, the saint opened her mouth.

“Let’s get started.”

A husky, neutral voice.

Suddenly I got goosebumps.

Every time I fight a boss, I remember the crazy, hearty laughter that seemed to rip my eardrums.

Kuung.

The saint took a step forward.

The magic circle screams under the heavy weight.

A pillar of light burned like a flame, and a vortex of tremendous magical power swirled around and struck me.

“Ugh!”

A groan comes out on its own.

It feels like my internal organs are being twisted.

I barely managed to swallow the urge to vomit.

The employee next to me had already passed out with his eyes rolled back.

Other people in the first floor plaza were similar.

Ordinary people fainted without exception. Only superhumans were holding on, but low-level superhumans at level 1 and 2 were on the verge of fainting.

If I hadn’t reflexively changed my traits, I would have ended up like that.

[matte][patience][energy]

[Regeneration][Healing wounds][Recovering magic power]

He said he barely managed to hold out by mobilizing all of his defense and recovery system traits.

The light flashed for a long time.

It was only when I was almost on the verge of losing my mind that the magical storm began to subside little by little.

Instead, what was left in its place was a bunch of letters.

The magnificent and splendidly burning letters were firmly stamping their mark on the empty space and the world.

[Saint]

[female]

[27 years old]

[Priest series]

[Level 8]

[6-circuit]

The saint is a priestess who even gave her name to her old father.

Level 8, level 8.

In terms of Arcane Seoul’s setting, it has a force comparable to that of an aircraft carrier battle group.

Non-action, commonly called transcendence.

There is no national level fighting power that walks around, although it is lower than the 9th level that is called a constellation.

‘At this point, you’re at level 8.’

If you add the old father’s sect to this, it’s a nightmare.

Even more so when I consider that I am the only one who knows that the saint is a boss monster and a villain.

Clap clap clap clap!

Applause fell like a waterfall.

Even those who had fainted woke up and were clasping hands together passionately.

“Thank you, Saint!”

“You’ve finally reached level 8!”

“At an age not even thirty!”

“Maybe you will become the fifth constellation of the 21st century!”

“The day when the glory of our old father will be restored is not far off!”

“Oh, my lady!”

There are only four Level 9s that officially exist in this world.

All of them: Cheonma, Leviathan, Merlin, and Jibril.

There are dozens of people at level 8 of Transcendence, but in any case, there are no more than 100.

In a world where everything is focused on superhumans, being in the top 100 is a huge achievement.

“Thank you.”

The saintess answered briefly and then turned around.

Oh my!

The knights line up in two rows, facing each other.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He hits the floor hard with his war hammer.

In the midst of the sinisterly spreading magical waves, each person raises their gun high and pays homage to the saintess.

“Eternal glory to the eldest daughter of the old father!”

“Eternal glory to the eldest daughter of the old father!”

The saint walks confidently back to the airship.

Every time I passed under the cross-shaped muzzles of the guns, a heavy explosion of power, either magical or divine, occurred.

OMG.

The tower ceiling, which had been open on only one side, was now completely open.

A scene that looks like a flower bud blooming.

There, a magic cannon is fired, and the sky is dyed with magic patterns.

Not just the sky above the supertall tower, but the entire Seoul.

“scent.”

An exclamation came out on its own.

It deserves to be level 8.

I’m going to hold a fireworks festival in Seoul.

If you reach level 9, there will be a festival held nationwide.

I’ll probably get to level 8 or 9 someday, right?

In fact, even level 9 might be difficult.

Even the Heavenly Horse, Leviathan, Merlin, and Jibril were helpless in the latter half of the episode.

If you reach level 10 and ascend, which only exists in the settings, then that’s another story.

‘There’s a long way to go.’

A good beginning is half the work, and a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Let’s be satisfied with getting certified at level 1 today.

Changed the trait.

[Strength][Glute][Hit]

Just okay.

I also left three attribute slots empty.

To be certified as a moderately strong warrior-type superhuman.

It was that very moment.

The saint who had been walking smoothly suddenly stopped walking.

Then he slowly turns his head and looks at one place.

“Saint?”

“Why are you doing that?”

The knights looked puzzled, and the staff next to them tilted their heads.

The saintess not only turned her head, but also turned her entire body.

And then he started walking.

Straight towards me.

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