Chapter 406: The Night and the Light (2)

Cale, invisible, approached the sanctuary walls.
The conversations between the guards and the guides reached his ears.
"Ugh! What is this? Because of Hinpa, only we are suffering! They suddenly ask us to get his share too? That doesn't make sense! We already met our quota a long time ago!"
"I know. But what can we do? You and I are the youngest. There's no other option."

The conversation between the two guides was blatant.
"How do they expect us to find sacrifices a day before the ritual? Does that make any sense?"
"Ugh, I don’t know. Still… it’s true we couldn’t find the right ones so suddenly."

A day before the ritual.
That phrase reached Cale’s ears.
Today was the day of the ritual.

A furtive glance.
Cale’s eyes turned once more toward the sky, shrouded in gray mist.

A guard who seemed to be the captain approached the two complaining guides.
"Oh, gentlemen guides, you’ve worked hard. We’ll take care of these sacrifices from here on."

"Yes. There’s no more time to bring any others, so take good care of these."
"Yes, sir guide."

Cale watched the ten or so people who had been captured.
People of different appearances, clothes, and origins.

"……."
"……."

They were too terrified to utter a single word.

They weren’t NPCs. They weren’t semi-NPCs either.
But they weren’t players.

They were real people — dragged here from outside the game.

– Cale. I think we've discovered something important.

As Super Rock said.

"¡@(!(!()#$!"

One of the captives suddenly shouted.
He was screaming at the guides.

Cale couldn’t understand the language coming from his mouth.

– Cale.

Eruhaben, the only one who had come with him, spoke.
He was invisible as well.

– If my guess is correct, this is going to be a big problem.

But the Ancient Dragon’s words trailed off.

The captain of the guards had stepped toward the man.

"You bastard. A mere sacrifice dares to raise his voice at the gentlemen guides?"

Thump~

The captain’s club struck the man’s shoulder.

"Stop."

"Ah, sir guide."

"Tsk. What happens if the sacrifice is damaged and the ritual can’t be performed properly?"

"Ah, I—I’m sorry!"

The captain of the guards quickly bowed his head, while the guide turned away with a click of his tongue.

Another guide approached.

He glanced at the man — bound tightly by the guards, yet glaring back with defiant eyes — and spoke in a low, amused tone.

"Take good care of that one. He’s got an interesting look. People like him… they’re always the last to survive."

Then he turned his head and asked the other guide a question.

"What’s he saying? Isn’t he someone you brought from your world?"

"Hehe."

The guide, who heard the question, stifled a laugh before replying.

"He says they lied to him — that they told him it was a contract, not a kidnapping."

"You brought him here with a contract, not by force?"

"Yes. He was a rather famous knight, but he urgently needed money for his daughter’s treatment. So when I offered him an escort contract, he came right away."

"Ohhh. Then he’ll fight well."

"Yes. He’ll fight with all his strength — for injustice. Hehe."

The guide’s laughter died out. Then he gestured for the captain of the guards to step back.

"Captain, wait a moment."

The captain halted, and the guide walked closer to the man.

He leaned in and whispered softly,

"@%()-. @%)^)^*!_)."

Whatever those words meant, they made the man’s expression change completely.

"……."

The man, who had been biting his lip, finally fell silent and let himself be dragged away.

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him that if he wins tonight’s fight, we’ll not only give him the money for his daughter’s treatment, but also find a doctor who can save her."

The other guide let out a scornful laugh at that.

"Despicable bastard."

The guide who had brought the man simply shrugged.

"Hehe."

Then he lifted both hands toward the sky in a gesture of reverence.

"For the return of Chaos—"

Only then did his eyes reveal true sincerity.
A desperate, fervent longing burned there.

"For the return of Chaos—"
"For the return of Chaos—"

One by one, the other guides and guards followed suit, their voices overlapping in a brief, fervent prayer.

"Then we’ll take them."

The captain of the guards moved first, followed by his men.

– I will follow them.

Eruhaben moved.

– I’ll see where they’re being held and come back.

The Ancient Dragon disappeared, leaving Cale motionless near the guides.

Hinpa Gong.

He had been quite strong.
Not as strong as Cale, but still, strong enough.

"Let's go."

"Yes."

A few guards stayed behind to watch the gate while the two guides walked away.
As they went, they continued their conversation.

"What happened to Hinpa Gong?"
"Didn’t you see what happened in the Kingdom of Lan? He’s probably dead."
"Hmm. The saint will give us an answer soon enough."
"We just have to follow his will."

After saying that, the guide sneered.

"If he died because he couldn’t handle a fake kingdom, then Hinpa was an idiot. Strong, maybe, but useless."

"Don’t talk like that. Not many had faith as strong as Hinpa Gong. And—"

The guide’s next words made Cale’s eyes glint.

"And this place… it’s no longer fake, is it?"

"Of course."

The guide smiled faintly.

"It's becoming real."

"Yes. That’s why we’re bringing sacrifices from outside."

The guide shook his head slightly, as if irritated.

"Before, it was a real pain. We had to register them one by one as NPCs or players. To do that, we had to hide from the Hunters and deceive them."

He let out a quiet sigh.

"But soon, all of that will end."

"Yes. Soon—"

The guide’s eyes turned upward.

Toward the sky shrouded in gray mist.

"Soon, Chaos will descend."

"Yes. And we’re preparing the ground for that moment."

Still gazing at the sky, the guide whispered softly, as if in prayer.

"Chaos—"

With that word, the two guides disappeared through the gate.

Cale didn’t follow. He simply watched the gate for a moment before turning back toward the forest.

"What happened?"

When Cale stepped into the forest, his invisibility faded.

The magic circle—
Eruhaben had designed it so that anyone entering it would automatically lose concealment.

"They were guides and sacrifices."

Cale calmly recounted everything he had seen and heard.

"Wow. And today is the Night of Pleasure."

Rosalyn’s voice carried disappointment, but her eyes gleamed with resolve. She was already thinking of countermeasures.

"Cale."

Alberu spoke up, reacting to something in particular.

"It’s becoming real?"

The conversation between the two guides—
He was focusing on that.

The Heavenly Demon also nodded slowly.

"It seems this place is starting to become a real world… not just a virtual reality."

Alberu continued.

"After all, the enemies’ true goal is to create an Absolute God — and to turn this New World into a real dimension, their own absolute kingdom."

"That’s right."

Cale nodded slightly.

"But, Cale-nim."

Rosalyn joined the conversation, her expression filled with doubt.

"How is that even possible?"

She didn’t bother to hide her doubt.

"This world is governed by a system. Let’s say that system isn’t omniscient — we’ve already seen things happening outside its judgment.”

No one immediately answered her question.

" But even so… can they really make this world real? Beyond science or magic? But didn’t they also say divine artifacts can’t be used here?"

It's true. Cale couldn't use the mirror, a divine artifact of the God of Death, here, and He could only contact the God of Death when he was on Earth 3.

"Ah."

At that moment, Alberu let out a quiet sigh.
A sigh of realization.

"Then how does the power of the God of Chaos exist here?"

The instant he said that, Rosalyn and the Heavenly Demon’s eyes flashed.

"!?"
"……!"

A silent understanding passed between them.

Raising My Precious Absolute God.

This world might appear to be separated — reality and virtuality divided — yet threads connected the inside and the outside everywhere.

Then, Cale spoke.

"I'll have to confirm it later through the God of Death … but I have a speculation."

His eyes darkened as he reviewed everything recorded so far.

"The enemies—"

The Hunter family.
The Demon Kingdom.
The followers of the God of Chaos.

"They’ve sacrificed countless lives to draw people into this game."

The laboratory created by the Transparent Blood Family had been one such place.
The demons who vanished within the Demon Kingdom were the same.

The sacrifices brought by the cult of the God of Chaos were the same.

"I thought it was all for the Absolute God."

The Absolute God — the one inside this game.

After all, the title itself was Raising My Precious Absolute God., isn't it? And the Wanderers of the Five Color Blood Family must have their own reason for remaining here.

Cale had believed that somewhere within this world existed someone destined to become that Absolute God.

"That’s why I thought they had sacrificed countless lives for the birth of the Absolute God."

The one who would ascend to godhood.

He had already heard about that being — how it devoured humans — through Kang Geun-mok, the secretary of President of ㈜Transparent.

"But there are lives that weren’t sacrificed… and yet, still exist in this world."

They didn’t need to ask who he meant.

Each of his companions thought of the same person.

"Count Lupe, one of the Three Evils, is an example."

Count Lupe.

He hadn’t been sacrificed to the Absolute God.
Yet he was still dragged into this game.

"Countless lives we don’t even know about have already been pulled into this world. Isn’t that enough to say it’s no longer just virtual?"

Maybe it wasn’t just data anymore —
maybe something closer to the soul itself had been brought here.

Real souls.
Dragged into this place.

The enemies must have some kind of device capable of transferring souls.
Something like the semi-NPC registration device.

Eden Miru.
He’s clearly an NPC, yet he has a soul.
An existence that proves this world isn’t completely virtual.

"Haven’t they been bringing real souls in order to make this world real?"

"Hmm…"

The Heavenly Demon let out a low sigh.

Cale spoke in a quiet, steady voice.

"Perhaps soon, even here, it’ll be possible to contact the God of Death through divine artifacts."

New World.

Cale felt that the truth of this world was slowly falling into his grasp.

"Wow."

The Heavenly Demon’s low voice broke the silence.

"We can’t take this lightly."

The enemies might be far more prepared than they’d imagined.

Alberu and Rosalyn silently nodded in agreement.

"But you know—"

Cale’s voice cut through the quiet.
A faint smile curved his lips.

"I think the enemies have been stabbing each other in the back since the very beginning."

Alberu met his gaze—and then, realization dawned on him.

"Ah!"

He recalled the conversation Cale had repeated word for word.

‘Before, it was really difficult. We had to register them one by one as NPCs or players. And to do that, we had to hide from the Hunters and deceive them.’

Alberu spoke slowly.

"The cult of the God of Chaos has been deceiving the Hunters from the start."

"Yes."

And Cale already had an idea of what that meant.

The guides said.

'Soon, Chaos will descend.'

'Yes. And we are preparing the ground for that moment.'

They had also prayed—

"For the return of Chaos."

Cale recited that prayer aloud and looked at his companions.

"I think the God of Chaos is planning to enter this game."

The place meant for the birth of the Absolute God—
a stage where even the God of Chaos would descend.

"Probably to stop something from surpassing him… even if the Absolute God is born."

Absolute.

Chaos doesn’t like the absolute.

"And this sanctuary—it seems to be the very ground prepared for his arrival."

The Primordial Night.
This place truly was an important sanctuary.

"Ha."
"Ah."

"Hmm."

Alberu, Rosalyn, and the Heavenly Demon each let out a different sound of realization.

Cale looked at them and spoke evenly.

"I think we’ve come to the right place, at the right time."

His calm voice carried conviction.

"Let’s turn the Night of Pleasure into the Night of Chaos."

He didn’t need to specify who they were.
Everyone already knew.

The enemies.

* * *

"Ryeon! There’s a trail here too!"

Wanderer Cho crouched beside a faint mark on the ground, calling out to his companion.

"Ryeon, I know you’re cautious, but let’s follow the trail — even if it’s a trap. Are we really going to let those bastards lead us around again?"

But Cho froze when he saw what Ryeon was doing.

"Cho."

Ryeon turned to look at him.

"Did you receive word from the family?"

Cho’s question earned a quiet nod.

"They say the saint’s location is inside the sanctuary."

The Five Color Blood Family.

That was the information they had received.

The saint is in the Primordial Night.

"Ohhh."
Cho’s eyes gleamed.
"This is perfect. We can kill the saint and destroy the sanctuary in one go."

Murmuring quietly, Wanderer Ryeon added,
"The Third Emperor will come."

"Hmm."
Cho let out a low sigh.

The Wanderers with five-colored Unique Power — they were referring to the Three Emperors. Ryeon meant the third of them.

"Today?"
"No. Tomorrow."
"Then we should finish this beforehand."

“Hehe.”

Cho let out a mocking laugh.

"We can wipe everything out before he arrives. Right, Ryeon?"

"Correct."

Ryeon's eyes were still boiling with anger.

She followed the faint trail the enemy had left, suspicious it might be a trap — yet she kept moving toward the sanctuary.
She had no intention of falling for another ambush. She intended to smash everything by force.

"Let's go."

They hurried towards the gorge.

The Primordial Night.

Wanderers Cho and Ryeon headed there.

* * *

Their gazes lifted to the sky.

Upon reaching the end of the jungle, they could see the sky, which was turning red.

The sun was setting.

It would soon be night.

"Ugh… ugh."
"Damn it."

After crossing the desert and reaching the gorge, the two — no, the two players — stared at the sunset-dyed sky with bright, eager eyes.

"Hehehe! Today I’ll finally uncover the secret!"

A man looked at the Death Cliff and let out a shrill laugh.

"Ugh."

Beside him, a woman sighed deeply and warned in a tired voice,
"Hey. Don’t relax yet."

"Yes, yes! But today’s a special day!"

The man was a well-known player in New World.
He ran a solo broadcast channel dedicated entirely to RMPAG.

Crazy Exhibitionist

That was his username.

He had earned countless subscribers thanks to the outrageous stunts and insane behavior on his streams.

The reason he’d come here — dragging along a companion to help with filming — was simple.

"Today’s the new moon, right?"

His lips curled into a grin full of excitement.

"There it is… the Primordial Roots!"

The Death Cliff — the only bridge spanning the gorge — was formed by four intertwining trees.

The sight made Crazy Exhibitionist’s eyes gleam.

"Today’s the day that bridge disappears!"

His companion replied flatly, without a hint of interest.

"So, you’re actually going to jump off that bridge?"

"Yes! Don’t you think our subscribers will want to know what’s down in the gorge? Especially why that bridge only disappears on the new moon and the full moon!"

The Death Cliff.

Crazy Exhibitionist’s eyes gleamed with the thrill of another insane idea — jumping from that height.

His subscribers called him Midong, or Crazy Pupils.

His companion knew the truth.

This guy didn’t do these things just for views.
He genuinely enjoyed madness.

And lately, he’d been obsessed with the Demon Kingdom.

"The broadcast will definitely be interesting."

"Hehehe!"

"Wait for tonight!"

Hehehe!

Crazy Exhibitionist’s laughter scattered across the desert, carried by the wind—

—but it never reached the gorge.
Nor the jungle.
Nor the sanctuary of the Primordial Night.

Of course, it didn’t reach Cale either.

Cale had no idea who Crazy Exhibitionist was.

And so, no one — not even Clopeh Sekka — could have predicted that a great legend would be born today.

Cale didn’t know.

"Hehehe!"
"You’re completely insane. Tsk."

The voices of the two players soon vanished into the desert wind.

There it was.

Cale’s gaze shifted toward a massive temple —
a place surrounded by countless structures, large and small.

Among them stood one particular building: the archive.

Cale and his companions had successfully infiltrated the sanctuary and now stood before the heart of it all—

the temple of the cult of the God of Chaos.

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P/R Thoughts: Cale uncovers the cult’s terrifying truth — real souls, real sacrifices, and a god ready to descend — as Wanderers and chaos all converge upon the Primordial Night.

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Thank you for reading!

[Author – Yu Ryeo Han]

[Translator – Anowa]

[Proofreader – Mayank]