Free Web NovelChapter 7: Absolute Aegis and the Crimson March
The golden code fracturing Min-jae’s vision coalesced into a single, reality-bending prompt. His heart pounded with a cold, precise anticipation as the text stabilized before his eyes.
[Ding! Fundamental Attribute Mutation Path unlocked due to SSS-Rank Core Synergy!]
[Hidden Stat Path: ’Absolute Law Conversion’]
[Description: By allocating 5 Free Attribute Points to your base Vitality, your physical immunity protocol will rewrite your soul’s magical defense matrix.]
[Rank-SSS Mutation Effect: ’Vajra Ward’ — 100% of all incoming magical, elemental, and mental damage is immediately converted into physical damage before impact.]
Min-jae let out a sharp, breathless laugh that echoed through the hollowed-out convenience store. Convert all magic damage into physical damage before impact.
It was a flawless, terrifying loop of logic. His primary talent, Eternal Vajra Deity Body, granted him absolute immunity to all physical attacks below the Divine Realm. By turning every incoming fireball, lightning bolt, and psychological curse into a "physical force" right before it touched his skin, he had effectively neutralized every single magic caster in the universe.
He was no longer just immune to blades and blunt force. He was completely, unconditionally invincible against every standard offensive metric the World Core could throw at him.
"Allocate all 5 free attribute points into Vitality," Min-jae commanded internally. "Execute the mutation."
[Vitality parameter modified. ’Vajra Ward’ is now permanently active.]
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A heavy, grounding warmth spread from his chest to the tips of his fingers. The oppressive, heavy magical pressure radiating from the distant obsidian portal— which had been making his breathing slightly shallow— instantly vanished. To his rewritten senses, the atmospheric weight of a Calamity-Rank dungeon boss now felt like nothing more than a gentle summer breeze.
"Min-jae... sir?" Chae-won stammered from behind him, her voice pulling him back to reality. She was staring out the shattered window frame toward the end of the block.
The sky had shifted from a deep blood-red to a bruised, violent purple. A thick, sickly green fog was rolling down the asphalt like a slow-moving tidal wave. Within that fog, thousands of tiny, glowing yellow eyes flickered. The chattering of teeth, the scraping of rusted blades against concrete, and the guttural shrieks of the goblin vanguard were deafening.
"The horde is moving toward us," Chae-won whispered, her fingers instinctively twitching as she prepared to activate her Spatial Devour skill to store weapons if needed. "There are too many of them. Shouldn’t we take a defensive position in the underground subway?"
"Defensive position?" Min-jae turned toward her, the pulsing ruby vein along the center of his Cursed Blood-Drinker Blade flaring with a hungry, dark light. "Why would we hide from an open buffet of experience points?"
He didn’t wait for her reply. Min-jae stepped out of the hollow storefront, his heavy boots landing firmly on the blood-stained pavement of the main avenue.
"Stay ten steps behind me," Min-jae ordered coldly. "Your only job is to clean up the garbage after I walk through them."
"Yes, sir!" Chae-won nodded frantically, a strange, fanatical loyalty burning in her chest. She had witnessed him survive a bullet to the brain. She had felt him rewrite her very soul. If this man told her to march into hell, she would follow without a single shred of doubt.
The moment Min-jae’s figure became visible in the middle of the wide intersection, the goblin vanguard caught his scent.
"Giyaaaaa! "
A collective, high-pitched screech tore through the air as dozens of Grey Goblins broke from the green mist. They sprinted wildly across the asphalt, scrambling over abandoned cars, their rusted cleavers and bone daggers raised high. Behind them, heavier variants— Level 5 Goblin Berserkers standing over six feet tall with massive wooden clubs— roared in primal fury, their muscles bulging with malicious intent.
Min-jae didn’t slow his pace. He marched directly toward the incoming wave of green flesh, his posture completely relaxed, his black blade trailing loosely by his side.
The front line of goblins collided with him like a waves breaking against an ancient, unyielding cliffside.
’Clang! Snap ! Crack!!’
A cascade of broken bones and fracturing metal erupted around Min-jae’s body. Goblins who leaped at his chest bounced off with shattered wrists. A Berserker who brought down a massive wooden club onto Min-jae’s shoulder screamed in agony as the club splintered into kindling, and the 50% True Damage reflection completely caved the monster’s own collarbone inward.
[Received 45 physical damage. Negated. Reflecting 22.5 True Damage.] freeωebnovēl.c૦m
[Ding! Received 110 physical damage. Negated. Reflecting 55 True Damage.]
Min-jae didn’t even check the notifications. His arm blurred into motion.
The Cursed Blood-Drinker Blade danced in a seamless, efficient crescent arc. With his quadrupled Strength attribute, every swing carried the force of a hydraulic press. He sliced through three goblins at once, their torsos cleanly severed from their hips.
The S-Rank weapon’s passive, Life-Force Theft, triggered with every drop of blood spilled. A continuous stream of dark, crimson mist rose from the fallen monsters, flowing into Min-jae’s pores and continuously replenishing his stamina. He wasn’t getting tired; the more he slaughtered, the more energized his body became.
"Chae-won. Loot," Min-jae commanded smoothly as he stepped over a pile of dissolving bodies.
"On it!" Chae-won closed her eyes, activating Spatial Devour.
’voomm! ’
A pulse of purple spatial energy swept across the road. The severed heads, the dissolving ashes, the dropped iron daggers, and even the loose copper coins floating over the dead monsters instantly vanished, leaving behind a perfectly pristine section of asphalt.
Min-jae was a moving lawnmower of death, and Chae-won was the ultimate vacuum cleaner following in his wake.
They advanced fifty yards in less than three minutes, leaving a trail of absolute vacuum behind them. Min-jae’s experience bar was rocketing upward at a speed that would make global guilds weep with envy.
[ You have killed a Goblin Berserker (Level 5). Gained 50 EXP.]
[Ding! You have killed a Grey Goblin (Level 2). Gained 15 EXP.]
[Current EXP: 295/300. You are on the verge of leveling up!]
Suddenly, a bright, scorching light illuminated the purple fog ahead.
From the center of the district square, a massive sphere of emerald-green fire— easily the size of a minivan— was hurtling through the air directly toward Min-jae. The heat radiating from the projectile was intense enough to melt the plastic bumpers of nearby abandoned vehicles.
It was a Rank-A magical spell: Corrosive Fel-Fireball, launched from the staff of the mutated Goblin Shaman Chief residing at the center of the portal.
Chae-won’s eyes widened in sheer terror as the green comet roared toward them. "Min-jae! Magic! It’s a spell—!"
"I see it," Min-jae said, his voice entirely flat.
He didn’t dodge. He didn’t raise his blade to deflect. He simply stopped walking, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and stared directly into the blinding green flame.
The Corrosive Fel-Fireball slammed squarely into Min-jae’s chest, exploding in a catastrophic roar of green energy and thick, toxic smoke that completely swallowed his figure.
