Wing!

There came a muffled sound accompanied by vibrations.

Wing! Wing! Wing!

Tremors spread out in circles like ripples. Flaaaaash! And as they came down, they transformed into a light and covered their surroundings. Like a fire ignited by oil, a giant cluster of light shot forth, and Chi-Woo felt something drop to the ground. It was his club, rolling on the ground; it seemed the bun had reached its limit and dropped the weapon. Chi-Woo’s beating heart also gradually settled, and in turns, the blood circulating through his veins returned to normal. His body that had felt hot enough to explode also cooled, and a sense of exhaustion swept over him. His insides felt completely empty now.

Chi-Woo arched his back and reached for the club. When he was just shy of grabbing it, however, his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. His hands still felt numb, and his legs no longer listened to him. Chi-Woo barely managed to keep his head up.

The brilliant light was still shooting up, and after touching the sky, it poured back down like rain. Chi-Woo let out a small sigh. He had wanted to ensure one more god on their side, but after battling one, he realized how foolish he had been to even consider that. It was simply a miracle that he was still alive—such a miracle that he couldn’t ask for anything more.

Yes. The important point was that he was alive and well, and he had finished...