Free Web NovelChapter 39: The Calamity
The white-hot pillar of celestial fire roared through the core of the Vajra-Sovereign Void God-Armor, lighting up the structural framework of the Iron Citadel’s 100th floor in a blinding display of pure law-energy. Min-jae stood entirely motionless within the columns of flame, his expression completely flat as the SSS-rank system code overrode his baseline statistics, forcefully mutating his spatial affinity from the inside out.
[Ding! Divine Fusion Success!] ƒreewebɳovel.com
[Your secondary skill ’Spatial Void Phase’ has successfully mutated!]
[You have unlocked the Rank-SSS Primal Affinity: ’Primordial Calamity Sun Affinity’!]
[Current Trait: ’Solar Fracture’ — All basic strikes, spatial teleports, and reflected True Damage are now permanently imbued with celestial white fire. This fire completely ignores environmental density, burning away the target’s underlying mana pools by 5% every single second.]
As the towering inferno slowly receded into the liquid golden runes of his chest plate, the temperature in the ultra-luxury penthouse began to stabilize.
Liu Xiao let out a sharp, ragged breath, her exceptionally voluptuous frame trembling as the transfer of the Flame God’s core drained the final remnants of her temporary stamina pool. She lightly pressed her palm against the soft purple-and-gold silk belt cinched tightly around her narrow waist, her full chest heaving beneath the damp layers of her green and white hanfu gown. Her stunning emerald-green eyes were clouded with deep cognitive exhaustion.
"The inheritance is fully bound to your soul, Monarch," Liu Xiao whispered, her seductive crimson lips parting as she took a heavy, unsteady step backward. "But my presence in this physical dimension is accelerating my inner mana decay. I cannot remain outside any longer. I must return to my sub-space sanctuary to begin the slow recovery of my five-percent power limit."
She raised her slender, delicate hand. A faint ripple of emerald-green starlight manifested over her palm, condensing into a heavy, beautifully carved ring made of pure, translucent jade and bound by ancient geometric vine runes.
"Take this," Liu Xiao said, stepping closer to Min-jae, her long silk train sweeping across the floorboards. She reached out and placed the ring into his gauntleted hand, her fingers brushing against his armor, her pale cheeks flushing a deep, helpless crimson as the suffocating aura of his new solar presence washed over her. "This is the Ring of the Sovereign Canopy. If the demon gods attempt a multiversal breach, or if you require the absolute tracking metrics of the upper realms... simply channel your mana through this jade. I will hear your call and cross the dimensions to stand by your side."
Min-jae casually closed his fist around the cold jade ring, tossing it into his system inventory with a smooth, unbothered motion. "Keep your core hidden, Goddess. When I call you, I expect a fully functional asset, not a bleeding liability."
"I will not disappoint you, Monarch, and i think the same from you, don’t disappoint me " Liu Xiao murmured, her emerald eyes reflecting a profound, fanatical reverence.
Voom.!
With a final, elegant wave of her billowy silk sleeves, her figure dissolved into a dense cloud of fragrant white lotus petals, completely vanishing back into her private extradimensional sanctuary.
The penthouse lounge fell into a heavy, serious silence. Min-jae turned his eyes toward his six flawless team members, who were all standing in a precise, lethal line, their weapons vibrating with intense anticipation.
"The contract is clear," Min-jae stated, his voice a low, commanding baritone that sent an immediate shiver down the spines of his girls. "The demon gods have already detected the activation of the Flame God’s core. They can execute a maximum-tier planetary breach at any second. We are not waiting around to see how hard they hit us. Starting now, the entire team enters absolute, high-intensity combat preparation."
Major General Shin Ye-rin stepped forward instantly, her short asymmetrical black bob fluttering as her sss-rank talent Goddess of the Iron Strategy flared to life. "I have already optimized the Citadel’s auxiliary chambers. We will use the Sovereign Thermal Oasis to eliminate all physical fatigue parameters, allowing for back-to-back, twenty-four-hour high-speed training simulations inside the forge."
For the next several hours, the top fifty floors of the Lotte World Tower transformed into a ruthless, high-stakes military training facility. Min-jae did not coddle his team. He used his newly awakened Primordial Calamity Sun Affinity to project dense columns of white solar fire across the training bays, forcing the girls to test the absolute limits of their defense metrics.
Yoo Ji-a’s long, midnight-black ponytail swayed as she sprinted through the white-hot inferno, her Void-Valkyrie’s Crescent Fang spear cutting through the heat waves with blinding, supersonic velocity. Her violet eyes were wide with a fierce, addictive battle-hunger as she synchronized her movements with Elena Vance’s spatial anchors, learning to execute her Void-Crescent Execution from entirely invisible angles.
Han Seo-yoon and Major Cynthia Vance occupied the upper spire platforms, their starlight bows and planet-piercing rifles firing synchronized, intercontinental barrages that tore through the simulated targets Ye-rin projected on the radar. Meanwhile, Kang Chae-yeon— her wild crimson hair flying like real flames— roared as her Asura Absolute Domain multiplied her physical strikes by 500%, her heavy iron claymore caving in the training pillars without taking a single fraction of damage thanks to the Citadel Link passive.
They trained without friction, their lingering romantic jealousies completely melting into an ironclad, fanatical desire to become the ultimate weapons for Min-jae’s throne.
Rumble.... rumble....!
Suddenly, the continuous training simulations inside the forge chamber violently short-circuited. The white alloy floorboards of the Citadel groaned under a sudden, world-ending gravitational pressure that completely caved in the penthouse’s central holographic mapping table.
[Critical System Alert! A Divine-Class Event has breached the Sector Boundaries!]
[Warning: The True Dimensional Sky has been torn open!]
Min-jae calmly stopped his training stance, his hands casually sliding back into his god-armor’s pockets as he walked slowly out onto the open observation deck. His six stunning team members followed closely behind his flank, their weapons instantly humming with maximum combat readiness as they looked up at the heavens.
The bleeding crimson sky of Seoul was entirely gone.
Directly above the central district, a colossal, three-hundred-foot-wide Red Gate had materialized, its iron-reinforced borders burning with a sickly, corrupt gold divine light that bled thick streams of dark purple void energy across the clouds. The gravity radiating from the gate was so intense that the asphalt on the streets two miles below began to fracture and warp inward.
Walking out from the threshold of the giant crimson rift, floating casually on a platform of burning black obsidian stone, was a tall, skeletal entity encased in pristine, high-tier white divine armor plates— The Divine Servant Malakor (Level 40). He possessed a gaunt face with glowing, hollow golden eyes, carrying a massive, triple-bladed golden scythe that crackled with high-tier conceptual law electricity.
He didn’t look like a mindless dungeon monster; he carried himself with the supreme, arrogant complacency of a conquering warlord. He looked down at the un-breachable glass skyscraper, his hollow eyes locking straight onto Min-jae’s stationary figure.
"So... this is the insignificant pebble that the Rank 1 mortal faction has claimed," Malakor’s voice boomed through an elite spatial amplification spell, his words echoing across the entire peninsula like a continuous, low-frequency thunderclap. He slowly rotated his heavy golden scythe, leaving a trail of burning white mana lines in the air. "My almighty God is currently busy conquering the upper-tier star sectors and tearing down the remaining pantheons. He has no time to waste on a low-level garbage realm like Earth."
The servant took a heavy, floating step forward, his Level 40 divine aura completely suffocating the atmospheric parameters of the central district as he offered a cold, malicious grin.
"Therefore, I have descended to this primitive planet to conquer and liquidate this sector in his divine name," Malakor declared, his voice dripping with supreme, aristocratic arrogance. "Hand over the Flame God’s core and submit to the system slavery collar, or I will peel the skin off this tower and turn your entire population into raw mana fuel for our march."
Yoo Ji-a’s violet eyes narrowed to sharp predatory slits, her obsidian spear crackling with a violent wave of light-devouring static as she prepared to leap. Kang Chae-yeon let out a low, bloodthirsty growl, her knuckles turning white against her claymore.
But Min-jae didn’t lift a finger. He stood perfectly stationary at the edge of the observation deck, the liquid golden runes of his Vajra-Sovereign Void God-Armor pulsing with a quiet, terrifying solar energy. He looked up at the arrogant divine servant, his bottomless obsidian eyes entirely deadpan, a cold, ruthless smile spreading across his handsome face.
"You talk too much for a delivery man," Min-jae murmured, his voice cutting through the divine pressure like an absolute blade. "Let’s see if your god’s armor can survive your own scythe."
