Chapter 391: The Birth of Evil (8)

Whoosh!
The wind curled around Cale and Alberu’s ankles.
Tap!
The two, moving lightly between buildings, stopped in front of one and looked down.
A wide property that even included a park.
In the center stood the Transparent Museum.
“Hmmmm…”

The path to the museum stretched straight ahead, with gardens on both sides.
“As expected.”

It hadn’t opened yet, so no one should have been walking down that path.
“Vrrrm…”

However, there was someone walking, wrapped in burning red mana like flames.
Rosalyn.
She moved as it was befitting of her—her steps confident and elegant, like a crown prince heading to his coronation.
Bzzzzt!
The alarm started to ring.

“An intruder has appeared!”
“All members, form up!”

From inside the museum and from the entrance, the employees of ㈜Transparent closed in on Rosalyn from all directions—north, south, east, and west.

“Dongsaeng.”
Alberu’s gaze swept over the scene, calm and unreadable.
“This museum… doesn’t it seem a bit over-secured for just being a museum?”

“Yes. It’s true.”

“And they’re all highly trained.”
He tilted his chin toward the rear of the group emerging from the museum’s entrance.
“Those—are they warriors? The kind who could stop anyone?”

Too many guards for a simple museum.
Among those appearing one by one, some radiated a power that was distinctive.

“There’s a secret lab here, isn’t there?”

Cale nodded at Alberu’s statement.

“Yes.”

“Shall we go?”

“Yes.”

The two looked away from Rosalyn without hesitation and set off.
Whoosh!
Wind wrapped around their bodies as they sped toward the back entrance of the museum.

“The lab map?”
“I have it memorized.”

No one noticed the two moving swiftly and silently.

“The moment the camouflage magic fades, we head straight for the lab’s basement—just like on the map.”
“Yes. Third basement level, right?”

“Yes. It was said that secret research documents were there.”
“We’ll have to check it out.”

The two, conversing as if on a casual stroll, moved quietly.
But then—
Rrrruuummmbbble—
The ground shook with a deep roar.

Cale and Alberu’s eyes turned toward the source of the tremor.
Thrum…

The sky—where the sun was just rising, signaling the dawn—still glowed with the aura of morning light.

“As expected, it’s Rosalyn.”

A massive red flame was shooting upward, climbing toward that sky.

Like the sun—or like a rose.
The bright, vivid red flame took the form of a serpent… or an eastern dragon.

That was why no one noticed Cale and Alberu’s quiet approach.

“Hahaha.”
Rosalyn laughed at the sight of those closing in on her, then stepped forward with ease.
Thuuuuum—
The ground shook, deep and resonant, as if a giant had set foot upon it.

“Stop her!”
“Kill the intruder!”
“Attack!”

Two hundred?
Were there really that many guards for a museum?

“Well.”

Rosalyn looked at those who were heading towards her.

Normal security guards.

Those who seemed to be professional soldiers.

Those who seemed to be people with special abilities, who displayed unusual skills.

She looked at them all and moved her feet again.

Thuuuuum—

The earth vibrated.

Zraaak—shoom!

Red lines started to extend from her in all directions.

The museum, which included a rather large park.

Towards the magic stones and the formation that she, Alberu, and Cale had secretly placed during the night, following the outer perimeter.

Her mana moved without obstruction.

Crack!

The moment those magic stones broke and came into contact with her mana.

Rmmm!

The earth trembled and a huge red magic circle formed.

Crack!—Crackk!—Crack!

The bracelets she was wearing on her arms.

The magic stones on those bracelets broke one after another.

Meanwhile, Rosalyn’s smile deepened.

“It’s been a long time.”

Aipotu.

She couldn’t truly fight there.

The mana.

The fact that she couldn’t control it at will, that she couldn’t move on her own without relying on the power of her companions, was so…

“…Horrible.”

And shameful.

For her companions.
For herself.

She still hadn’t managed to create an aura like Choi Han’s.

But she hadn’t stopped and had continued to perfect her magic.

That’s why she could be confident.

Unrestricted.

At least… her mana was unrestricted.

Now I can test with a dragon.

Rosalyn had finally regained her freedom.
For the first time in a long while, she could wield her magic—truly wield it—without restraint.
Her companions had set the stage.

“Die!”
“Attack!”

Rosalyn’s gaze swept over the enemies closing in, the massive magic circle blazing behind her.
She spoke a single word.

“Go.”

Her hand thrust forward, and her mana surged in response.
Hraaaahhh—ssshhh!

The massive red dragon climbing toward the sky tilted its head.

“Dodge!”
“Damn it!”

It lunged straight toward the museum.

At the same moment, Rosalyn lowered both hands to the ground.
Crack! —Crackk!
The magic stones shattered—

“Hahaha—”
Her smile deepened.

“Destroy it.”

The command dropped like a blade.

Crackkkk! —Crackk!
Dozens of magic stones split apart in an instant.

They were all of the highest quality—and their destruction cost as much as several years of income from an ordinary territory.

And—
Thruummm—whirrr!
The red mana buried deep underground began to stir.
Light flared from the magic circle, pulsing outward like a heartbeat.

Then—
Skraaaawrrr—kraaaash!
The colossal red dragon slammed into the museum, its roar tearing through the sky as stone and steel shattered beneath its weight.

Two things happened at once—
Zik—zik—crack!
The enemies charging Rosalyn froze mid-stride, stopped by something they hadn’t expected… something they couldn’t even name.

“Huh?”
The unspoken question seemed to ripple through the air, pulling everyone’s gaze toward it.

Zik—zik—crack!
The dragon and the blazing magic circle weren’t just tearing apart the museum—they were stripping away the illusion that had hidden its true form.

The Transparent Museum—celebrated for winning the world architecture award—was fracturing.
Its flawless surface splintered like glass under crushing pressure, revealing what had been hidden beneath.

Those who thought they were simply guarding a museum stood frozen, disbelief etched across their faces.
Others—those who knew more—reacted with something far heavier than shock.

“Impossible! That magic… the one he created…!”
They had sworn it was impossible.

Impossible for someone from an Earth 3 to break through.
Impossible for the true nature of the secret lab to ever be exposed.

But—

“Director!”
The museum director stood stiff, unable to answer the subordinate gripping his arm, voice trembling.

“…Did that person break Young Master-nim’s magic?”

㈜Transparent.
No—more precisely, the Transparent Blood Family, led by Master Han Taek-su.

The young master, his heir, was famed for wielding magic on par with the greatest Wanderers.

And that was…?

“You’re saying that person broke it?”
So easily?

Director.
No—the director of the secret lab slowly turned his gaze.

It settled on the mage covered in red mana, the energy coiling around her like a living serpent.

A presence so intense that no one dared draw closer.
Even the dust in the air seemed to hesitate, held back by her aura.

A woman with red hair and red eyes—reflecting the mana that enveloped her.
She was smiling. Brightly. Unapologetically.

Crack—crack!
The magic stones shattered like gemstones under impossible pressure, their fragments spinning around her in glittering arcs.
It was as if a red Milky Way had taken shape—celestial, defiant, alive.

Tsshh—klik!
Rosalyn stepped forward.

“With all this commotion, everyone will be looking at me?”
She smiled calmly and headed towards the enemies.
Roooaaaar!
Meanwhile, the red dragon and the magic circle—
Crack—snap—shatter!
—were tearing apart the museum. And gradually, something else began to emerge from within:
a massive secret lab, five floors above ground and three below.

The public believed the museum had only five floors.

But in the hidden depths, horrific research was being conducted, its results meticulously recorded.

“There’s still a lot left.”

Rosalyn glanced at the sky, noting that two-thirds of the magic stones strapped to her arms remained intact.

“Is that a helicopter?”

A helicopter could also be seen.

“Contact headquarters!”

“Surround that woman! Capture her no matter what!”

The chaos of the people could be felt.

Probably, more people would head towards Rosalyn.

Among them, many would be enemies.

I also need the world’s attention.

There would also be gazes from civilians.

Because she had moved at the time when the sun was rising, hoping for that.

And my allies will also come.

Rosalyn felt the commotion behind her.

And she saw the helicopter descending lower and lower.

“Hahaha—”

She laughed.

The director, seeing the helicopter, shouted.

“That’s the Hero Guild—!”

“Aren’t those Ahn Roh Man’s followers?!”

The Hero Guild, a guild formed by some of the ability users who followed Ahn Roh Man.

A helicopter with that guild’s seal had appeared there.

“Headquarters, contact headquarters immediately! Also call Young Master-nim!”

The director’s voice became louder.

“Rosalyn!”

Rosalyn turned her head when she heard a familiar voice calling her from behind.

She saw President Ahn Roh Man advancing, having already cut through the security guards.
He was moving personally.
That meant he was in a hurry—determined to turn the tide here, no matter the cost afterward.

Rosalyn smiled.
No matter what the situation was…

“I’ll have to do as our commander says, right?”

Crack!
Another magic stone shattered.

Roooaaaar!
A surge of blazing red mana erupted, blooming magnificently into the air.

Earth 3.
Let the morning headlines of this world all be about me.

“Hahaha, hahaha—”
Rosalyn unleashed her mana without restraint and moved both hands.

“Turn it over!”

She would make more noise than ever before—even more than when she had destroyed royal palaces in the past.
And now, her power had multiplied several times over, so the outcome would be nothing short of…

Kuum! Kuum!
The earth quaked.

Roooaaaar!
Chaos erupted, tearing everything around her to shreds.”

* * *

At that moment, another place was in chaos—or rather, a legend was being created.

“What is that?”

Eastern Empire — users they pointed toward the sky.
Caw—caw! Caw—caw!
Hundreds of crows flew in a tight formation toward a single destination.

Western Empire —
Clang! Clang!
“My god! Skeletons are moving! Aren’t they monsters?”
“What’s happening? What’s going on?”

The users watched in stunned silence as nearly a thousand skeletons suddenly emerged, marching in perfect unison toward a single destination.
Caw—caw! Caw—caw!
Above them, a handful of crows circled, their cries slicing through the air like an omen.

The sight was so dark, so suffocating, that no one dared to hunt them.

“…What…?”
“Where… are they going?”

And it wasn’t just here—this was happening everywhere in New World.

“…Crows?”
“Yes! They appeared out of nowhere, covered the sky, and then all flew in the same direction!”

The Sixth Evil’s territory.
No—across all eight Evil territories.

“Skeletons!”
“…Why is there a spiral wind? It’s heading west!”
“They say a dark red cloud is drifting east—like it’s… alive!”

While the eight Evil leaders scrambled to understand the phenomenon, the NPCs and users of New World slowly began to realize something.

“…It’s like… they’re all going towards the Seventh Evil’s territory.”

“Isn’t that what went viral in that video recently? What’s going on in the Seventh Evil—”
“What? What’s being born there?”

No one had ever witnessed such a sinister phenomenon in all of New World—one that pointed so clearly to a single place. It made them uneasy… yet strangely hopeful.

“Should we head to the Seventh Evil?”
“Gather intel!”

Speculation spread like wildfire, stories forming faster than the events themselves.

“Finally.”
Clopeh Sekka’s lips curved upward.
“Finally… the story is taking shape.”

Because the beginning of a legend—was always a story.

His smile deepened, almost unsettlingly so.

“Ugh… ugh…”
“…I’m tired.”

Gashan, the tiger tribe’s shaman, lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath. Even Mary, the necromancer, had slumped to the floor—rare for her—muttering with a dazed look.

“…This legend… is exhausting…”

“Ugh… ugh! That guy’s insane!”

The Heavenly Demon, watching the two exhausted figures and Clopeh, shook his head.
Strangely, his expression had turned serious.

“…This isn’t fun anymore.”

At first, he had found it interesting and had helped them a couple of times, but now he thought the process of creating the legend of the Birth of Evil was a bit serious.

Still, after one glance at Clopeh’s face, he looked away.
Better not invite trouble.

“Hahaha—”

Clopeh’s laughter had a dangerous edge to it, enough to make even Raon drift several steps away.

Only one figure remained unfazed.
“I should inform Sheritt-nim.”

Sheritt—former Dragon Lord, Raon’s mother, and the mother of Eden Miru’s heart—was quietly lending her support from afar.

‘Clopeh. Coordinate with Sheritt-nim and proceed with the matter.’

Cale had placed that responsibility in her hands—just in case Clopeh’s madness ever crossed the line.

“Yes. The birth of a dragon is a great legend.”

Sheritt smiled in satisfaction at Clopeh’s report.

Of course, there was another person who was smiling contentedly alongside those two.

“Hahaha.”

Casillia, the former Pope and Dragon Half-Blood.

She, who was going to create a knight order for Eden Miru, sincerely desired the birth of a glorious evil.

“As expected, Lord Cale Henituse brought the right person.”

That’s why she really liked Clopeh.

Thus, another chaotic chapter—no, another legend—was in the making.

Wiggle… wiggle… wiggle—!

The egg wrapped in a flower diaper swayed restlessly, as if trying to shake off the bad omen crawling across the air.

***

“Argh!”
“Gah!”

Two burly agents hit the floor.

Thud, thud!

Alberu casually shook his hands, then turned to Cale.
“Enter the passcode.”

“Yes.”

The hallway was filled with about thirty unconscious agents.

At its far end, Cale reached the recording room in the third basement of the underground lab. Pulling a business card from his pocket, he began typing in the password.

Beep, beep, beep, beep—!

Twelve digits later—

Click!

The recording room door slid open.

Cale entered.

[An intruder has been detected]

And a mechanical voice was heard.

[Activating the protection process]

Cale smiled.

‘Even if they simply enter the password and come in, the biometric detection system inside will immediately recognize that you’re not me or the chairman.’

Chief of Staff, Kang Geun-mok, had informed him.

‘Then, the protection process will be activated immediately. That is… the detonation of the recording room.’

To ensure security, the recording room itself would self-destruct.

It was a bomb called the protection process.

‘It won’t take even a minute.’

One minute is enough.

- Cale, you’re not thinking of using the Instant, right?

Of course not. I’m not going to use the Instant for this small matter.

“What’s wrong?”

Cale smiled at Alberu.

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P/R Thoughts:

Rosalyn burns the sky with her magic, exposing the Transparent Museum’s true face, while Cale and Alberu press into the heart of its hidden lab.

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Thank you for reading!

[Author – Yu Ryeo Han]

[Translator – Anowa]

[Proofreader – Mayank]