Supre Fla — Part 2
In the ga, this was a simple achievent.
All you had to do was keep chugging potions.
Just enough to not die.
Just enough to keep your HP above zero.
But reality was different.
I had to endure the flas of six attributes with my own body.
‘It’s fine.’
I repeated it to myself over and over.
‘This is better than Divine Fever.’
Back then, I really thought I was going to die.
If I had awakened my Mana Barrier any later, I would have succumbed to Old Father.
This wasn’t easy.
I had to withstand it without Magic Resistance, Vajra Body, or Indomitable.
So, I focused my mind on sothing else.
‘After Supre Fla, I should make Shield Expert.’
All I needed was Shockwave.
‘After Shield Expert, should I go for Celestial Wall?’
Celestial Wall was the ultimate shield-type trait.
It could be created by combining Shield Expert, Mana Barrier, Mana Shield, Mana Armor, Domain Shield, and Fortification.
‘I also need to make Holy Knight… Should I go with Holy Sword, Radiance, or Sacred Crown?’
Honestly, I had already decided.
I just hadn’t acquired the final essential trait yet.
‘I also want to raise an Elder Dragon.’
I already had Dragon’s Word and Dragon’s Roar.
If I got the Dragon Knight trait and rode an Elder Dragon, few superhumans would be able to match
in aerial combat.
I let my thoughts wander like this.
Planning for the future, reminiscing about past failures, cursing the Saintess a little.
How much ti had passed?
I felt the pain gradually subside.
The towering flas reaching the ceiling began to weaken.
The suffocating heat that had clogged my throat started to ease.
The firewood had burned away, and the flas were dying down.
“T-This is impossible!”
The cult leader, twitching atop the altar, gasped in shock.
“You survived? Survived within the belly of the mighty Supre Fla? This is impossible! It can’t be!”
Then, he gritted his teeth.
“Damnable Old Father! That wretched being must have granted his Divine Champion power! Those mongrels! May they rot in the abyss!”
This guy was still completely mistaken.
I stretched my back slightly.
My entire body had shriveled up.
My muscles were stiff, making it difficult to even exert force.
But in my heart, I felt a powerful surge of mana.
I hadn’t offered a sacrifice.
I hadn’t used innocent lives as offerings.
And so, the trait that ford had generated an imnse amount of mana instead.
[Sacrifice]
In the ga, this trait converted HP into mana.
It was also a required trait for Radiant Knight.
Not that I had any intention of making one.
Radiant Knight was a build specialized in buffing allies.
I mostly fought solo, so I had no reason to choose that path.
Crrrk.
Slowly, I stood up.
I didn’t drink a healing potion or use holy water.
I only used Trait Swap.
[Undying] [Regeneration] [Resurrection]
[Wound Recovery] [Healing] [Vigor]
I activated every recovery-related trait I had.
A cool sensation spread through my body.
My charred skin began to heal.
My dulled senses returned.
My burnt-out eyes, ears, and nose regenerated.
“My god…”
“Does he have a troll ancestor…?”
“Even Im Kkeokjeong couldn’t have done this.”
I opened my eyes.
The blurred world quickly ca into focus.
I heard it.
Boom. Boom.
The sound of tal striking tal.
It ca from right behind the cult leader—from the towering statue of their god.
“The god is descending!”
The cult leader foad at the mouth, screaming.
“Old Father’s Divine Champion! Go ahead, cry and beg your god for rcy! Unless your god descends, you stand no chance against the mighty Supre Fla!”
A frog at the bottom of a well.
I silently prepared for battle.
If this were a fully ascended god, there was no way I could win.
But if it was just a fragnt—an incomplete consciousness, unable to resurrect or even rember its own na—then I could defeat it.
Even if I couldn’t completely destroy it.
Rumble. Rumble.
The statue began to move.
Two demonic eyes ignited with crimson flas.
Three arms and three legs twisted unnaturally, its mouth opening wide.
Beneath its crocodile-like maw, three rows of jagged human teeth erged.
[Where is my sacrifice?]
The grand ritual had comnced.
The sacrificial flas roared high.
But no body or soul had been offered.
Instead, only its own power had been drained.
And so, the god descended personally to seek its tribute.
“O mighty god! O great Supre Fla!”
The cult leader trembled and shouted.
“That vile wretch, the Divine Champion of the Evil Gods, has stolen your offerings!”
[Stolen my sacrifice? A Divine Champion of an evil god?]
The statue creaked as it turned its gaze toward .
Its sinister eyes pierced through .
[Ah. Indeed. A champion of the wicked gods. The spawn of Lightning and Earth, those wretched beings, stand against
even now.]
“…Excuse ? Lightning and Earth?”
[How fortunate. A champion holding the power of two gods… A truly delectable prize. I shall chew you to bits and feast upon you. Then my na shall grow ever clearer.]
Boom. Boom.
The statue strode forward.
With each step, the stone floor beneath its feet crumbled.
Its breath was Calamity Fla.
Every exhale burned not only the air but the very fabric of space itself.
“O mighty Supre Fla! Please, save m—Guhak!”
The cult leader reached out for help—only to be ignored.
The god didn’t even acknowledge him.
It simply stomped forward.
CRACK!
The cult leader’s body was crushed beneath its foot.
Lower half obliterated.
He tried to speak, but no voice ca out.
Gasping for breath, he could only tremble before finally slumping over.
“Bit harsh on your own apostle, don’t you think?”
[What nonsense do you speak?]
The statue paused, standing over the corpse.
Did it finally realize what it had stepped on?
No.
Shhhhk.
The cult leader’s body was being absorbed into the statue.
Blood, flesh, bones—even his very soul.
The statue was transforming in real ti.
What was once a lifeless tal effigy was now taking on the form of a living being.
After fully absorbing the cult leader, it had beco entirely organic.
Its only flaw was its grotesque appearance.
“U-Uugh!”
“We’re all going to die!”
“Why?! Why did you summon the god?! Why?!”
The victims huddled in a corner, crying in despair.
But none of them even thought of running.
The Avatar of the Fire Calamity God had completely seized control of the temple.
I had dismissed it as just a high-level spirit, but a god was still a god.
You had to be at least Level 7 to move freely against it.
[That was a good al. In life, he spread my faith far and wide. In death, he beca my nourishnt. A truly devout servant.]
“Then why not make a spot for him in your heaven?”
[Regaining my na takes priority over building a heaven.]
“Scamr bastard.”
[Now, co to
as well.]
The avatar reached out for .
My mind wavered.
But instead of walking toward it in a trance, I snapped myself out of it with Vajra Body, Indomitable, and Magic Resistance.
Then, I hurled Mjolnir.
[Lightning] [Divine Power] [Divine Artifact]
[Radiance] [Empathic Vision] [Throw]
KRA-KOOM!
Bolts of lightning carved across the air, relentlessly bombarding the avatar.
It scoffed, unimpressed.
Swinging its three arms, it summoned a flaming sword, a whip of fire, and a gun wreathed in flas.
[Such pathetic toys!]
I hadn’t expected much anyway.
Lightning and earth—powerful, formidable attributes.
But against the Fire Calamity God, they weren’t particularly effective.
Ironically, its greatest weakness was none other than fire itself.
More specifically, fire combined with divine attributes.
I dashed after Mjolnir.
The lightning storm had only been a distraction.
The avatar swatted away Mjolnir and turned toward —too late.
I had already swapped my traits and drawn my twin pistols.
[Invincible Gun] [Gunplay] [Shooting]
[Rapid Fire] [Aim] [Celestial Fla]
Tatatatatata!
I emptied the magazines, then fired a fresh wave of mana bullets.
Even the mana I had built up through Sacrifice—all of it, poured into my guns.
A barrage surpassing a heavy machine gun ripped through the avatar.
[W-What is this?!]
Flas erupted.
Not ordinary fire, but sacred, brilliant, pure-white flas.
The avatar had braced itself for Lightning.
Instead, it was struck squarely by its own elental weakness.
A field of pristine white petals blood and engulfed it in fire.
That wasn’t all.
I crossed my arms, swiftly swapping weapons.
The twin pistols slid back into their holsters as a rifle and shotgun snapped into my hands.
I pulled the trigger.
I emptied the combined magazines, then threw my body forward.
BOOM!
This ti, I slamd my shield into it.
[Earth] [Divine Power] [Divine Artifact]
[Radiance] [Empathic Vision] [Shield Bash]
Aegis’s defensive power was converted into an attack.
With the added force of Earth, it transford into a cubic battering ram.
Like an avalanche, the impact crushed through the avatar.
Despite its weight—easily several tons—it was sent flying.
[You damn…!]
Should I throw Mjolnir again?
Maybe imbue it with Celestial Fla?
I considered it for a mont—then abandoned the idea.
Instead, I tried sothing new.
[Kalaratri] [Master of the Sword] [Blink Slash]
[Celestial Fla] [Psychic Power] [Sixth Sense]
My Kalaratri was based on Blink Slash.
By default, it manifested as an electric attribute.
But… did it have to be?
Couldn’t I use Black Fla or Earth instead?
I had always known the answer.
FWOOSH!
Flas surged.
I flickered through space with Blink Slash.
The avatar stumbled behind , caught off guard.
The fiery trail left in my wake burned along the jagged lightning path.
It beca a tidal wave.
A wave of fire surged over the avatar.
[GRAAHH!]
It fell to its knees.
[You… re human…!]
I felt the strain too.
Even as a Level 7, with vastly increased mana reserves, I had nearly drained myself in one go.
Of course.
Kalaratri and Master of the Sword alone consud massive amounts of mana.
On top of that, I had used Celestial Fla with Sword Aura, enhanced it with Psychic Power, and controlled it with Sixth Sense.
‘Let’s finish this.’
I couldn’t let up now.
I had to press harder.
Harder.
More.
The avatar was a monster between Level 7 and Level 8.
It was leagues above a Nephilim or a Corpse Dragon.
If I gave it even a mont—especially if it reached the victims—it would devour them and recover its strength.
I had to strike now.
Even if I suffered internal injuries.
FWOOSH! FWOOSH!
I activated Kalaratri repeatedly.
My Celestial Fla Sword Aura tore through the avatar, burning it from the inside out.
The avatar lashed out with its fire sword and fire whip—pointless.
I deflected them with Mars Swordsmanship and drove Kalaratri into its body again.
Each strike, each blow, sent a storm of lightning and Celestial Fla surging through its form, ensuring relentless damage.
[DIE!]
BOOM! BOOM!
The avatar fired its fla gun at .
At point-blank range.
I couldn’t dodge.
Blink Slash?
It granted temporary invincibility, but it wasn’t omnipotent.
Its invincibility stemd from intangibility.
The avatar had accounted for that when it pulled the trigger.
I pretended not to notice and used Kalaratri again.
The avatar grinned, thinking it had won.
But that grin vanished the mont my gauntlet shimred with golden light.
[What… what is that?!]
A god, yet so ignorant.
Did it not recognize Golden Fleece?
If not, it didn’t deserve to live.
BOOM!
Black Tiger Sword pierced through the avatar.
The reinforced alloy of its body was punctured, the blade bursting out from its back.
Celestial Fla and Lightning erupted inside it, tearing it apart from within.
The avatar vomited not blood, but fire.
[T-This… This is impossible. How could I… fall to a re human…?]
It was because of Celestial Fla.
In the ga, the standard strategy was to pull aggro with another character, focus on defense, and only attack using Celestial Fla.
It took a long ti, but it was a safe way to win.
Of course, all the NPCs would end up dead.
But here, in this world, I had protected the victims as well.
That was how overwhelming the burst damage of Celestial Fla Kalaraatri was.
[I… I cannot die like this.]
If an avatar was slain, its divine rank would plumt.
It wouldn’t lose its sense of self, but it would co dangerously close.
And if the cult’s branches in Incheon and Gyeonggi were wiped out as well?
That would be a complete disaster.
[Co to .]
A desperate, final struggle.
The avatar stretched out its hand.
The victims behind
grew dazed.
So of them even began strangling each other.
Pathetic.
Did it think only it could use Word of Power?
I had one too.
[Snap out of it!]
I unleashed a Dragon’s Roar.
It didn’t have the sa divine authority as a god’s voice.
But in terms of raw power, it was superior.
The victims jolted awake in shock.
“W-What…?”
“Urk! Uweeek!”
There were so minor side effects.
Several victims fainted or vomited on the spot.
Not my concern.
They weren’t the target here.
I tightened my grip on Black Tiger Sword.
With a swift spin, I carved a hole into the avatar’s body, as if boring through solid rock.
A round, glowing Mana Core rolled into my palm.
[You wretched… you accursed…!]
The avatar roared.
[I curse you! With my heart as the price, I lay a curse upon you!]
The Mana Core flared ominously.
Dark energy billowed out like thick, tar-like smoke.
It slithered toward , trying to engulf
whole.
But I barely reacted.
[Indomitable][Curse Resistance] [Magic Resistance]
[Dark Resistance]
I blocked it with these four traits first.
[Earth] [Divine Relic]
Then I disrupted it with Aegis.
“Is that all?”
[Y-You arrogant wretch!]
“If you’re done, then get lost, you lowly ghost.”
I raised the Mana Core above Aegis and brought Mjolnir down on it.
BOOM!
A Mana Core was not sothing easily shattered.
But Celestial Fla had already weakened it.
The mont the hamr struck, it crumbled, scattering into stardust.
[Kuaaaaah!]
The avatar’s final scream.
That was the signal.
Flas erupted around .
I imdiately swapped traits.
Equipped all six materials needed for Supre Fla.
My mana circuits ignited.
Like molten tal thrown into a furnace, they lted and fused together.
It was hot.
A searing heat burned through my body.
But I smiled.
My mana circuits intertwined, finally taking on a singular form.
[Acquired the trait: Supre Fla]
Even compared to the Saintess’ Black Gold Baptismal Fla, this was superior.
In terms of sheer destructive power and range, Black Gold Baptismal Fla had the edge.
But if Supre Fla and Black Gold Baptismal Fla clashed?
Supre Fla would devour it whole.
This wasn’t just about my bet with Sun Mage Tower.
I needed this to counter both the Saintess and Old Father’s Cult.
“Hahaha! Hahahahahaha!”
The reckless baptism, the arrogant pasture—all of it would tighten around the Saintess’ neck.
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