The game difficulty
is insane
There, at last, Glen broke the vicious coordination between Beveluga and Maxillus and brought the fight to an end.
However—
Chaeng!
Just as the thick storm of blood finally settled, a new storm began to blow.
Under the moonlight and candlelight filling the chapel, Glen was forced to pour out his full strength against a suddenly intervening opponent, sparks exploding everywhere.
Kaaang—!
“Keuk!”
Einheria and Hilt clashed head-on with an entirely black sword.
But the opponent did not retreat. Instead, she pressed harder, overwhelming Glen with swift swordsmanship.
Chaeng! Chaejaeng— Chaeng!
A lightning-fast blade dance that threatened to drive one insane.
Despite Glen’s unique swordplay that relied on weapon switching, she did not fall behind him in technique.
At first, she showed brief confusion when his sword vanished and reappeared in his hand.
But in less than three minutes of exchanging blows, she adapted to his irregular swordplay.
That alone proved she was a true genius of the sword.
‘Of course. She’s the Black Cult’s ace.’
As he deflected the chaotic barrage of strikes, Glen twisted his lips into a crooked smile.
Prophet Chel.
One of the seven prophets—the highest priests of the cult—and an assassin who secretly eliminated the cult’s enemies.
‘And a 7-star assassin at that.’
The Black Cult had two main goals.
First, to expand their cult.
Second, to bring down the Minies Church.
To achieve these goals, they spared no means or methods.
That was why Beveluga sought to corrupt and collapse the Papal Holy State—the predecessor of the Minies Church—from within.
And at times, they used assassins like Chel to remove anyone who stood in their way.
In this way, including the necromancer Cornello whom Glen had killed, the remaining five prophets each carried out their own roles.
‘Their roles are clearly divided, so normally their paths shouldn’t overlap.’
In the original story, unless the player attacked the Black Cult’s headquarters, it was impossible to meet more than one prophet at the same time.
In other words, Chel’s appearance was completely outside Glen’s calculations.
‘What can I do.’
Glen frowned.
‘This is the part where the difficulty spikes.’
His gaze shifted to empty air.
There, blue particles formed a long line of text.
《Accessing information on a new Lunatic element.》
Seeing the Lunatic Trial appear again after so long, Glen clicked his tongue.
He had said it before, but it felt like the Lunatic Trial knew exactly when to show up to piss him off the most.
《Black Cult Countermeasure – Lunatic》
:Due to the death of Prophet Cornello, the Black Cult establishes countermeasures so that the remaining prophets can carry out their missions more safely.
:Prophet Chel’s individual missions are reduced, and she is additionally assigned to protect other prophets. As a result, all Black Cult prophets receive Chel’s protection.
:When used against Black Cult prophets only, the distance limit of Chel’s unique latent ability is temporarily removed.
‘And it always picks only the most damn annoying parts.’
Anger flickered in Glen’s gray eyes.
Prophet Chel’s unique latent ability was Shadow Roaming—an ability that allowed free movement through shadows.
Using it, Chel could hide within shadows to assassinate targets or display highly irregular swordplay in battle.
‘Players can’t obtain it, but performance-wise, it’s completely insane.’
Of course, every use consumed the user’s mental strength and emotions to the point of frying the brain—a fatal drawback.
But judging from her lifeless black eyes, such a penalty was not a serious issue for Chel.
In the original story, Chel was like a puppet of the cult leader, whose emotions had long since dried up.
In any case, due to the Lunatic Trial, the range limit of Shadow Roaming had been removed, allowing her to support other prophets anytime, anywhere.
From now on, every time Glen faced a Black Cult prophet, he would also have to deal with a 7-star assassin.
That was a massive headache.
‘And it’s already a huge problem right now!’
Chaeeeng—!
Tsk—
A rushing blade grazed Glen’s cheek.
A red line appeared on his pale skin, forming a drop of blood.
“Keuk!”
Without even the leisure to wipe it away, Glen swung Einheria hard to push his opponent back.
With her dark red cloak fluttering, Chel retreated gracefully, almost like an acrobat.
Then she took her stance again, her face devoid of any emotion.
‘Damn it… honestly, if it’s her, I don’t think I can win in my current condition.’
Glen using the Gray Ring, and Chel.
In pure realm alone, both could be called 7-star.
But since both possessed swordsmanship beyond their realm, this fight was on a level far above a normal 7-star battle.
However, after exhausting himself against Beveluga and Maxillus earlier, the initiative lay with Chel.
Hwoooooong—
To make matters worse, the Gray Ring’s duration had completely ended.
Of course, by using the myth-grade artifact, the Primordial Mirror, to reset penalties, he could draw out his full power again.
‘But can I beat her within those eight minutes?’
That thought sounded like he had less than eight minutes left to live.
Cold sweat ran down his neck.
‘Would things change if Romina supported me?’
Glen shook his head.
If the opponent were Beveluga, maybe—but against Chel, whose assassin instincts were sharp, the chances of a 6-star Romina successfully sniping were extremely low.
In fact, throughout these few minutes of battle, Romina had not cast a single support spell.
She likely knew that using an inaccurate spell would only expose her position and put her in danger.
‘What do I do…?’
With a bitter smile, Glen accelerated his thoughts.
At the same time, Chel lowered her stance.
Goooooo—
The dark red, half-formed demonic energy granted by the god Kalungod wrapped around her.
The next moment, Chel’s body blended into the surrounding shadows and vanished.
Silence fell over one corner of the chapel.
And the instant Glen saw Beveluga collapsed behind the spot where Chel disappeared—
A strange light flashed in his eyes.
‘This is it!’
Glen opened the Lunatic Inventory and took out the Primordial Mirror.
As his reflection appeared in the mirror, he made a fervent wish.
Wooooong—!
