Level 1 Superhuman -3-
“West, Saint?”
The employee swallows hard.
A light of longing that could not be hidden was shining brightly in both eyes.
But the saint does not look at the staff.
He was walking towards me, looking straight ahead at me.
As he stood before me, a commotion spread among the people who finally understood the situation.
“What’s going on?”
“Who is that?”
“He just seems like a normal level 1 superhuman······”
“What did the saint see?”
A saint who stares into my eyes.
Two dark-gold eyes, full of divine power, were fixed on mine as if looking down from above my head.
Actually, I, Kim Jeon Sa, am a little taller than him.
“You are a peculiar person.”
Only after a long time did the saint open her mouth.
The pupils seen through the goggles are strangely hazy.
My heart feels heavy and I panic, but I quickly come to my senses.
Because of the line that appeared at the corner of the saint’s mouth.
That deadly laugh.
My whole body feels frozen by the ferocious and cruel smile that a predator would make when faced with a herbivore.
“Excuse me, are you talking about me?”
“Yes. You are a superhuman. You have very unique powers.”
My heart sank.
By the way, have you seen it?
Me switching traits?
“Superman. What is your name?”
this······
I felt a sense of despair.
There is only one reason why the saint asks for your name in Arcane Seoul.
‘What should I do?’
It’s impossible to just pass it by.
It’s not just because the saint is a powerful superhuman or the head of a huge religious group.
My mouth moved on its own, without my will.
“This is Warrior Kim.”
“Yes, Mr. Kim.”
The saint took my hand.
A strong desire arises.
I have a desire to immediately kneel down and prostrate myself before the saint, confessing all my sins and my existence.
The pupils of his eyes float clearly above the goggles.
Black-gold pupils filled with divine power, as if a god had descended.
The saint spoke again and again, giving strength.
“The old father, the master of the black gold throne, has always coveted the possession of rare powers such as yours. I hope that you will turn to him and find peace and tranquility in this hellish world, this hellish Earth.”
Kwaaaa.
A mighty waterfall of power falls from above.
Divine power.
The sinister, steely aura unique to my father’s sect was seeping through my body.
The employee next to me looked at me with a look of surprise and envy.
“Baptism, and directly from the Virgin Mary! How nice of you!”
It’s not just the staff.
The people in the plaza on the first floor, the knights who were escorting the saint, and the superhumans who had come to see the saint after hearing the news were all watching me.
‘Rain, damn it.’
It was a dizzying experience.
If I accept this power here, I immediately gain the [Baptism] trait and the [Divine Power] trait.
If you officially join the sect and take priest training, you will become a priest-type superhuman, and if you take combat training, you will be recognized as a paladin belonging to the warrior type.
At this point, it’s a good choice. You’ll be on a smooth path, with the added bonus of being baptized directly by the saint.
The problem is after the resurrection of the ancient god.
The old Father’s Sect reveals its true colors and begins a war with the Republic of Korea.
Initially, they managed to capture half of Seoul and annihilate the South Korean army, but ultimately they were defeated.
Legion, conglomerate, magic tower, sect.
The major powers that rule Arcane Seoul are finally joining the war.
‘Are there any fools who buy all the stocks that are about to be delisted?’
Unfortunately, I am not.
However, if you refuse baptism here, you will suffer from a fatal fever.
Fever.
A very strong debuff even in Arcane Seoul.
The moment you get a fever, it is impossible to live a normal life. You will be tortured for 24 hours until you give in and go to the temple to be baptized.
‘But I still can’t be baptized.’
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It’s not like there’s no way to solve the fever.
It’s not possible with elixir, but it’s possible with limit-breaking treasures like nectar or ambrosia.
And there are still methods I can use since I’m only level 1.
I made up my mind.
I barely managed to spit out a word, controlling my mouth that would not open and my body that wanted to kneel.
“I refuse.”
CLANG!
The power wavered.
The air has definitely changed.
It’s as if time has stopped.
The same goes for the waterfall of power that passed through me so powerfully.
It no longer flows like a river. Instead, it hardens. Like frozen water, it is stuffed in my body and weighs me down.
“Did I hear that wrong?”
A saint with an expression of disbelief.
It was the same for others.
“How dare you!”
“That ungodly man!”
The knights were angry.
“How stupid.”
“The beggar who has found happiness in himself.”
“Want to bet? In less than an hour you’ll be crying out to be baptized.”
“You’re a kid, so you don’t know anything.”
The supermen laughed.
“No, why?”
“Wouldn’t it be good to be baptized?”
“I guess you’re an unbeliever.”
“Even if you are an unbeliever, it is the same. It is baptism, baptism! It is not something that anyone can receive!”
“If I can be baptized, I must be buried in that church, okay?”
The general public was puzzled.
Nobody knows. They can’t help but not know.
At this point, who would have predicted that the old Father’s Sect would go to war with the entire Republic of Korea and thus be defeated and completely disappear?
I gathered my resolve again and said.
“I refuse.”
Hwaak, a fire broke out in the goggles worn by the saint.
Now the emotions in his eyes above his goggles were not distrust or bewilderment.
It was anger.
It was anger.
The rejected god’s emotions pour out unfiltered through the saint.
“Ugh!”
My mind is spinning.
My legs give out and I collapse on my own.
The saintess asks in a cold voice as she looks at me who has fallen.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, I am serious.”
“That’s too bad.”
The saint bent down and looked down at me, shaking her head.
“Why do you want to add suffering to this sea of pain, to this hell? The moment you offer yourself to the throne of your old father, you will be freed from all suffering.”
gibberish.
A god who accepted human sacrifices while alive, now after death, and even in the future when he attempts resurrection would be quite like that.
The saint straightened her bent body.
A faint smile appeared on his calm face.
“Very well. It is free for humans to serve God or reject God. Our church adheres to the Treaty of Westphalia. If you reject the old father out of free will, we must respect that free will. However······”
The saint bowed down.
She puts her cherry-like lips to my ear and whispers quietly.
“Remember that your old father has already taken possession of you, that a particle of divinity has been placed within you. If you cannot overcome even that tiny particle, then your choice and free will are meaningless.”
Wow!
“Ugh!”
The flames rise.
A fire spreads from my heart, from my lungs, down my throat, beyond my lips, and throughout my body.
It’s a black, black fire.
It does not directly damage the human body, but it stimulates the nervous system to the extreme, inflicting the burning pain that humans experience the most, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.
Clank, clank.
“May you prosper, great soul.”
Was this the saint’s teabagging?
After giving her last breath, the saint raised her body.
Clank, clank.
The saintess moves away with a creaking sound.
The knights followed in a line.
Some spat at me, some swore at me, and some laughed at me.
“Tch!”
“How dare you refuse baptism to a mere maggot.”
“If that guy comes in, let’s send a paladin to roll him over.”
“You’re going to give up that glorious position?”
“Doesn’t faith need to go through trials to become stronger? After all, since this is someone the Saint herself has taken possession of, we must show mercy.”
“Now that I hear it, you’re right.”
“That bastard. Tell him he’s dead.”
I felt it all so clearly.
It’s a really strange feeling.
My body is burning and in pain, and I feel like I might go crazy at any moment, but my mind becomes clearer and I am able to perceive and recognize my surroundings more clearly.
“Tsk tsk.”
“Then you should have been baptized quietly.”
“I wanted to receive it but I couldn’t······”
“What should I do with it? Just leave it like that?”
“Leave it alone. You’ll get into trouble if you touch it. If you want to live, you’ll go find your old father’s temple on your own.”
There is no one around.
Just one person.
Except for one person I never thought of.
“Superman······ What should I do······”
The only person I had ever met, a completely unfamiliar employee of the super tower who I was seeing for the first time today, was stamping his feet.
I curled up like a fetus and swallowed a groan.
And then I repeated to myself.
‘Come to your senses.’
If we continue like this, we will have neither food nor shelter.
Open your eyes wide and look up at the open ceiling, at the sky.
So, only after the saint’s ship left the tower and the ceiling that had been in full bloom like a flower was confirmed to have closed did they take action.
Attribute switching.
[patience][hardiness][energy]
[Wound healing][Regeneration]
Here’s one more.
[play dead]
My heart rate slowed down dramatically and my body became cold.
My hands are turning blue under the black flames as all the blood drains from them.
Other people won’t know.
Because I am engulfed in black flames, all I can see is black flames.
“Ugh.”
It worked.
There was no change in the appearance of the black flames, but the pain caused by them was greatly reduced.
Pretend to be dead is a trait and skill that unconditionally releases target fixation.
Since Shinyeol is a debuff that becomes weaker and stronger depending on the target’s status, I, a level 1 superhuman, was able to see the effects just by pretending to be dead.
Here, we are reducing damage with patience and endurance, and recovering little by little with vitality, wound recovery, and regeneration.
‘Just hold on, just hold on a little longer.’
Still, it hurts.
It feels like my body is being supported by hundreds of irons at the same time.
“Ugh.”
As I groaned, unable to bear it any longer, someone poured water on my head.
“cheer up.”
It was the staff member who guided me earlier.
Just plain water, not holy water or a healing potion.
It wasn’t expensive, but I appreciated the thoughtfulness.
Other people say that it is bad luck and they don’t even come near me, but you are the only one helping me.
The cold water soaks my head and flows down my torso.
The black flames do not die down directly.
Instead, the contrast between the cold, damp sensation and the hot, intense pain makes the pain more apparent.
So a certain force arises.
A formless ripple spread across my body and I began to resist the black flames.
I realize it instinctively.
[Divine Resistance] trait!
“Oh, thank you.”
“Are you okay? Should I take you to the shrine?”
“no.”
A look of pure worry and concern.
It was the first time I had met such a pure soul in this crazy world.
“Ugh!”
He takes a deep breath with a groan.
It was bearable, even with the newly acquired Holy Resistance, but I couldn’t waste time like this.
Pretending to be dead is only a temporary measure.
Other characteristics were needed.
[Patience][Divine Resistance][Magic Heart]
[Recover Magic Power][Deep Breath][Absorb Magic Power]
It’s not the endurance trait that was first changed.
It actually had the characteristic of fanning the flames.
Shin Yeol and Seonghwa become stronger the stronger their opponents are, and they react especially sensitively to magical power.
Wow!
“What should I do!”
The black flame spreads violently like a flickering tongue, and the employee who was pouring the water becomes completely depressed.
He would often run over and buy liters of water and pour it on me, but instead of going down, the flames burned even more fiercely.
The onlookers clicked their tongues.
“Why do you keep doing something that is useless?”
“It’s just a waste of money.”
“Sorin-ssi is so kind, it’s a problem.”
“Leave me alone. Why would you help someone who is suffering because of something he bought?”
“If that guy prays to his old father right now, he’ll stop right away. In the meantime, you can go find a temple.”
“I don’t know what kind of ability he has, but God has placed his stamp on him.”
The truth was different.
The water that the staff poured was like nectar to me.
Because of the contrast between pain and sensation.
That refreshing and clear energy gave me some inspiration.
Even though I’m groaning, I still concentrate.
A strengthened and cooled mind, originally meant to make one feel pain more intensely.
Thanks to you, I was able to do it.
I gather all my magical power and focus on the cold sensation and the fresh water soaking my head.
The contrast between fire and water is clearly felt.
Imagine.
The water is spreading.
The waves push the lava away.
The contrast between divine power and magical power.
The confrontation of fire and water.
My concentration was forcibly pulled up here.
All of these things come together to create a powerful characteristic.
[Magic Shield]
A tier 1 common trait that is a must-have for defensive warriors and pure tankers.
An intangible force emanates from my heart.
A perfect sphere.
Completely transparent waves.
The magic shield rushed forward like a wave and collided with the black flames.
A black flame that briefly flared up as if oil had been poured on it.
That was it. The black flames that had been resisting for a moment were pushed back by the magic barrier and disappeared.
No, you get kicked out.
Out of my body. Into a place that won’t burn or torture my nervous system.
And so a swarm of black flames rises.
Like a black will-o’-the-wisp.
Perhaps wrapped in divine power, it appears like a black dragon.
I slowly got up.
