I Login Alone

“Don’t get agitated and think about it well, Ah-rin.”

Soo Ah-rin decided to think more calmly for now, although it seemed crazy no matter how hard she thought about it. He reached a quick conclusion.

“Oppa, are you crazy!?”

“Ah, Luta said to trust her.”

“Don’t trust that damn little child. I’m against throwing this treasure…on the Altar that god-knows-what will pop out.”

[I think otherwise.]

Caina intervened to side with Jung Si-woo.

[The artifact certainly looks very powerful. However, it does not actually match the characteristics of the master. Of course, there will be moments when a powerful long-distance attack is needed. However, it is not necessary to reserve such treasures for such a time. The magic bullet support artifacts can be obtained anywhere else.]

“Just because of it…you want him to invest the god’s artifact on the altar?”

[Rather, it is this altar that allows us to throw away the god’s artifacts with confidence.]

Jung Si-woo agreed with Caina. In fact, it was more accurate that he didn’t care what Soo Ah-rin would say.

“If something goes wrong, it’s going to go wrong. Don’t worry too much since we can get something else then. After all, the biggest asset is my body!”

“Don’t take that unnecessary muscle-stressing posture.”

Soo Ah-rin, who guessed that she couldn’t shake Jung Si-woo’s steel-like will at all, stepped down in despair. Jung Si-woo took out a wok that he was unsure whether it was washed or not after being used before on Sunday morning. In the spirit of jobless youth to make a dish that was uncertain whether it was a stir-fry, deep-fry, or grill with all the ingredients available in the fridge dunked in, he placed all of the synthesis materials on the altar.

Soon the altar threw up a gloomy light and enveloped all the ingredients. Lastly, it seemed to have a little bit of a struggle with the thunder god’s Rage Rifle. Still, it was ultimately controlled by Jung Si-woo’s power, so it was perfectly swallowed up in the end.

“I feel like I’m drawing a raffle.”

“If you’re going to be so anxious, it would have been better if you hadn’t put anything important in it.”

The transformation was quite long. All the objects lost their shape and characteristics and repeatedly clumped together into a mass and fell apart. It also opened its mouth wide and shut it like a living thing, so it was truly disgusting to look at it up close.

“It makes me not want to come across with a fella named Metimoa…”

“But it seems to unite into one slowly. I see that it’s taking the shape of the sledgehammer.”

Since the main was a sledgehammer, it was natural for the finished product would become a sledgehammer as well. Still, it was unfortunate that nothing was guaranteed as the Altar of Chaos was, well, chaotic.

[Master, look.]

“Huh? Ah. Ah.”

Jung Si-woo bitterly smiled when he saw that the altar gradually disappeared as the gloomy light became brighter. It seemed that what he did was indeed absurd. How long had it been since then? When the light completely faded and the altar disappeared without leaving any trace, Jung Si-woo noticed the presence of the black hammer floating in front of him. The black and translucent metal handle was slightly longer than the width of Jung Si-woo’s arms, and the pendulum hanging at the end was quite large. Still, it was a hard rectangular metal piece, with plain black on all sides. By appearance, that was.

“So this is the Obsidian Moonstone.”

“Can you feel something?”

“Yes.”

The Mana that the weapon itself contained was unusual. Particular attention should be paid to the two ends of the pendulum, the flat surface. The Obsidian Moonstone turned into a fine powder. It covered the surface, and it could be felt that each grain was vibrating with its own Mana. If this attacked the opponent, it was easy to assume that the source of these countless vibrations would join together to create a terribly destructive force.

“Go on and hold it.”

“Yeah. Huh.”

On the surface, it was only a long weapon at about 2 meters and 50 centimeters long. Still, when he held it, it became a fairly heavy weapon for Jung Si-woo, who was beyond human boundaries, to feel it. In other words, it was ridiculously weighed at dozens of tons.

“Just dropping this on the floor will destroy a building.”

“Don’t ever drop it when you’re walking around outside!”

The weapon recognized him as his master at the moment it was held in his hands. The heavy mana circulating throughout the weapon was trying to flow into his arms through the handle, so he led it without difficulty and circulated it through his whole body. In other words, one couldn’t even carry this weapon without the Mana technique that sympathized the weapon with one’s body.

[The Devil Lord’s Punishment]

[Rank – S++]

[Damage – 4,500 – 6,500]

[Mastery – 0/40,000]

[Property – 1. Poison B+ 2. Black Lightning A]

[Option – 1. Gigantification (small, medium, large, ??) 2. Charge Strike possible by absorbing the surrounding Mana 3. ??]

[A masterpiece was created by combining a god’s power with another through the man’s power and the Dungeon. This object is imbued with orientation to a god’s power, and it’s designed to grow to absorb the god’s power in synastry.]

“S++!?”

“Kek…”

[It’s worthy of including the god’s name…]

“Oh.”

While everyone was frozen when they saw the weapon’s rank, only Jung Si-woo mumbled with satisfaction.

“A monster came out as I expected.”

“Ahhhh, could it be that formaldehyde was included in the production process or something….”

It was a simple weapon on the surface, but the weapon’s internal structure was extremely sophisticated. The properties and options of a weapon were comparable to that of a player’s skill, but depending on how Jung Si-woo injected Mana, it could emit poison, the first property, or manifest the second property, black lightning. If both properties were created at once, they conflicted with each other, so he had to be quite careful when handling attributes.

However, this became more complicated when moving on to the options. The first option, Gigantification, already had three options. It was Gigantification, and it was unknown what on earth Small and Medium meant. Still, it seemed clear that it could be distinguished by the injected Mana amount anyways. It seemed that there were even sizes that weren’t available yet.

The second option was of the same principle as the Charge Shot attached to the Rage Rifle of the thunder god. It was to increase the attack power by sucking in the surrounding Mana, not the caster’s Mana. He wouldn’t know until he tried it, but he was confident the results would be terrifying.

“Ah, such a terrible weapon was born because of the Merchant Fairy…”

“It’s a weapon only for you, hyung-nim…but, hyung-nim, I have a question.”

Yong Se-ha, who managed to draw attention from the weapon with a hideous atmosphere that seemed to create a black hole just by existing, asked Jung Si-woo.

“The weapon’s information doesn’t show the vibration power produced by the Obsidian Moonstone and the Ghost Bayonet’s influence.”

“The vibration power isn’t a latent option inside the weapon, but a power that is openly revealed. Of course, once the mastery is increased, the hidden option due to the Obsidian Moonstone might be available. And that’s the same with the Ghost Bayonet.”

Although the Ghost Bayonet wasn’t such a highly ranked item, it was a rare weapon that brilliantly captured the ghost and curse characteristics of Setnak. For now, it wasn’t revealed as it was buried under a potent power of a god. As the mastery was increased, it would reveal a great option as the god’s power would awaken the potentials. The problem was its mastery.

“40,000, what the hell…”

“It seems like you’re going to swing the hammer for ten years like hell.”

If a weapon went beyond the S-rank, did it make such a nasty demand? Even if he wanted to ask someone, it was impossible because Jung Si-woo would be the first S-rank battle gear owner.

“Ah, if only Oppa’s armor was at least half the weapon’s ability.”

“Give it up. Even, in my opinion, it was possible to get this weapon today because I was lucky in many ways.”

It was an armor that he had perfectly repaired in the drawer, and at this point, he had gone through a boss fight; no rags could be this ragged. Soo Ah-rin almost became teary-eyed.

“You don’t have to worry about weapons for a while now, do you? Now, let’s please pay attention to the matter of armor. Oh my word, how many holes were made only today?”

“As I leveled up, I healed, so it’s…oh, okay. Alright. Definitely armor the next time. Armor, okay?”

“Okay…thank you.”

Soo Ah-rin’s teary face was too unusual for him to laugh it off. For Jung Si-woo, as long as his limbs weren’t cut off, he could heal, so it was okay. Still, it only seemed like walking a dangerous rope in Soo Ah-rin’s eyes, so as long as their perceptions didn’t come near each other’s, it couldn’t be helped.

[Master, the dungeon seems to have lost its maintenance magic and is about to collapse. We don’t have to stay here, so why don’t we go out if you’re done checking your weapons?]

“Oh…no, I still have something to do before that.”

Jung Si-woo shook his head firmly at Caina’s words. Somehow, he forced in The Devil Lord’s Punishment into his inventory, which seemed dubious if it could even fit in the inventory, and he stretched himself and turned around.

“We have to listen to the ghosts’ feedback before we return.”

[Ah.]

The ghosts that were floating toward the boss room were felt in the companions’ eyes as well. In fact, as the dungeon was being reduced when the clear was done, the distance they flew in was very short compared to the length Jung Si-woo explored.

[L-look at this.]

[It’s a scale of destruction that we can’t imagine with the power we have…]

[Ugh, what’s this trace of mysterious power? Can you feel it too?]

[But who are you? Do you know me?]

Just as they were ghosts full of personality, those punks babbled so loud while flying in. The number was less than one-tenth of the ghosts that Jung Si-woo met when he first entered the dungeon, but it was still over 3,000.

[Oh, there it is.]

[But the boss’s room is neat.]

[That’s even scarier.]

The boss room was very small compared to the waiting room, so it was hard for all the ghosts to come in, but they must have chosen representatives in advance. The most powerful-looking ghost of them had stepped up.

[I am Yang Si-oh, a guild member of Dark Sky.]

He described himself as the ghost of a player who retired in a 25th level boss match. It didn’t matter who it would be, but Dark Sky was the second most famous guild in Korea after Soaring Tempest. Indeed, it was a good appointment to represent the ghosts.

[Many ghosts have disappeared, denying reality. As you must already know, the ghosts that make up the dungeon and don’t have any energy to spare will eventually fade away. They also faced the same ending.]

“So you all are the only ones left.”

[And there were quite a few ghosts who wanted to thank you. Here’s the token they left.]

In the hand that the ghost reached out, an aggregate full of the spiritual power that Jung Si-woo now defined as “Soul Force” was contained. When Jung Si-woo took it and grabbed it, countless messages flashed past him. Soon everything was organized and became a simple sentence.

[Strength by 26, Agility by19, Stamina by 31, and Mana increased by 66.]

increased. The skills became Grant skill Lv45, Heavy Strike skill Lv43, Combat Charge skill Lv37, Heavy Weapon Battle skill Lv8, Critical Bullet skill Lv15, War Cry skill Lv18, Stone Skin skill Lv25, Flame Resistance skill Lv8, Curse Resistance skill Lv9, Ice Resistance skill Lv7, Wind Resistance skill Lv8, Earth Resistance skill Lv7.]

[Received Player Active Skill Emergency Escape Lv5]

[Received Player Active Skill Stealth Lv8. The player’s innate ability is integrated, so the Stealth skill became Lv23.]

“…Sigh.”

It was truly a strange feeling. When he cleared the dungeon one by one, and when he didn’t receive compensations like this, even if he did receive them, often did the portion of the skill’s mastery increase only just a little. Still, as all of them were combined like this, his battle power increased in an instant. They weren’t just gone. They wanted to leave their mark, their thanks, even after they realized the truth. Jung Si-woo liked their attitude.

“What does that imply for you all?”

[We want to follow you by your side. We know that we aren’t players anymore. We only want a new life.]

The number of ghosts totaled 3,185. Jung Si-woo accepted the huge number of souls, their weight, without any concern. It was to the point that his cool smile would make one even fall in love.

“All right, come on.”

Jung Si-woo’s Soul Force skill had grown to level 5.

The Ghost Legion began to take shape.