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‘Clouds, lighting angles, backlighting, sound effects, walking on air… Alright, everything seems in place.’
Well, maybe it was a bit over the top, but Namgung Jin thought such theatrics were necessary. He was surrounded by an array of dazzling effects, each one meticulously arranged for the grand impression he aimed to create.
Namgung Jin maintained a solemn posture as he slowly walked down through the air, sustained by a force field.
Rebuilding his family’s legacy at such a young age required gravitas, a legend-worthy display that would show everyone Namgung Jin was no ordinary person. He needed people to understand that the Namgung family was protected by a peerless master.
To be honest, seeing the Martial Alliance warriors gape in astonishment gave him a thrill.
‘This will be talked about for ages.’
Rebuilding the Namgung family would be impossible without a legend as grand as those of the Sword Sage Yeodong Bin or Wudang’s Chang Sam-bong.
Later, he planned to position himself as a reclusive master, delegating administrative matters to his agents or the alliance, becoming the family’s solid foundation from the shadows.
This was the result of all that planning.
Martial artists around him had been stunned into speechlessness, unable to gather their wits. Even the elders and leader of the Martial Alliance were no exception.
They lived in a time where a mere thunderstorm could spark tales of heavenly deities and dragon gods.
‘Well, without the [Dimensional Integration Community], I probably wouldn’t have…’
The world was vast, and it was shocking how easily he could achieve such feats without much effort. Namgung Jin resolved to make good use of the advanced resources available to him, determined not to be a frog in a well.
‘Long live the admins, long live the lottery.’
After brushing off these trivial thoughts, he looked down at his opponent, expecting to see her shocked.
‘Surprised, aren’t you?’
Haha.
But his amusement was short-lived.
The reaction he expected was nowhere to be found.
‘What’s this?’
A crimson figure in battered, dark red armor stood below, holding a chipped steel sword. She tilted her head slightly, looking back up at him.
What was this strange unease?
Step by careful step, Namgung Jin continued to descend as though walking on clouds, scrutinizing her intently. Behind his veiled hat, his eyes darted, examining every detail.
‘What… is this?’
It was strange.
It felt familiar somehow, like something on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t quite grasp… but if he didn’t figure it out soon, it felt like something terrible might happen.
“!!”
Gasp!
His grand entrance nearly shattered. A thought crossed his mind—one so utterly implausible that it shouldn’t even exist.
Could it be…? No way. Ha! That’s ridiculous.
Namgung Jin looked back at the figure, his eyes trembling.
It couldn’t be…!
A chill shot through him.
“N-nunim!! Your foolish disciple Namgung Mo pays his respects to his esteemed nunim!!”
Jin—no, Namgung Jin—scrambled to turn off the effects as he practically flew toward the figure. He was in such a panic that he didn’t even realize he had amped up the fog, sound, and backlighting.
With a crack, the fog exploded, lights flashed, and a piercing ring filled the hall.
Rumble! Boom!
Thunder echoed, clouds rose, the sky split open, then reformed, looking like an apocalyptic scene out of a nightmare.
But this was only how it looked to everyone else—Namgung Jin saw only the figure in crimson armor.
“Aah! Nunim!”
“?”
“Yes! Yes!! It’s me, ‘JinNotGoon’!”
As Namgung Jin moved closer, he felt a chill creep up his spine. Despite the fear, excitement took over, and he couldn’t help but hurry toward her.
“Ah, forgive me for failing to recognize you, Nunim!”
“…”
Namgung Jin felt a bead of sweat trickling down his face.
‘Idiot!’
He remembered seeing the armor of the “Demon Queen Byrdell” briefly in a preview for a premium item. He couldn’t be sure—it was just a glimpse while he was distracted by his gacha spins. He’d only caught it for a moment.
But.
If it were real, even the slightest chance… bowing his head was the only option.
‘Besides, they say every single sub-administrator is highly favored…!’
Thinking it through, groveling was his best course of action. He may have swaggered around the martial world since hitting the jackpot with his pulls, but in the Dimensional Integration Community, he was no more than a young pup.
‘Especially with the administrators and sub-admins…!’
Namgung Jin remembered the near-death experience of someone who almost picked a fight with the Head Admin.
-Posted by: FlamingDragonYongYong
-Title: Bring it on, Admin!
Dimensional magic? Admin? Come at me.
LOL goodbye
not gonna go far, bye
Haha, hasn’t figured out what’s happening. Kid, take down the post. You’re in for a world of hurt.
(Uzuhuangje): Nuclear launch detected.
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(Uzuhuangje): Sent a little something your way.
Just a small eco-friendly “gift,” he’d said.
The follow-up post by FlamingDragonYongYong sent shockwaves through the entire community.
A massive, charred creature, scorched and dripping with burns, bowed in submission in his posted photo. A fiery gale swept over a scene covered in red lightning.
And that creature had been none other than a Red Dragon, a master of flame.
The comments section was full of praise.
No matter what, Namgung Jin was certain about one thing—he would never want to go up against her.
A super-vibration blade? An SSR-tier item? What good were those in the face of a true veteran like her, someone who was leagues beyond mere powerful players?
"…."
She tilted her head slightly, seemingly lost in thought, which made Namgung Jin increasingly nervous. Her silence was torturous.
“Um… Teacher?”
Namgung Jin’s eyes darted around nervously. He seemed to have come to a decision, his gaze becoming resolute.
“Big sister!”
“?”
“There’s no need for you to dirty your hands!”
Namgung Jin’s eyes grew firm.
“Leave it to me. I’ll deal with those cocky fools myself!”
He pulled something hefty and ominously black from his sleeve.
[Satelite Bombardment Device TBR-32 (SSR)]
An SSR-tier long-range bombardment device.
“I’ll wipe them out so thoroughly they won’t even think of crawling back!”
For Namgung Jin, as long as she and the Administrator were on his side, he didn’t fear even the Emperor’s million-strong army.
“…”
At last, she opened her mouth to speak.
“I was only planning to half-clear the area and leave… but it seems there’s no need for that.”
“Pardon?”
Namgung Jin realized he had narrowly avoided being "Thanos-ed," as the community slang put it.
A cold sweat trickled down his back as her mechanical voice resonated like the voice of the King of Hell itself.
“I’ll leave this side to you.”
“Ah! Ma’am!”
“?”
Fortunately, she didn’t seem particularly hostile. Still, Namgung Jin's eyes darted nervously before he cautiously asked, “S-sir… are you… affiliated with the Heavenly Demon Cult?”
“Hmm…”
“I mean, not ‘affiliated’ exactly—more like, where are you planning to, uh, stay?”
Seeing her expression darken slightly, Namgung Jin quickly corrected himself.
“I was thinking of renaming it to the Galactic Faith and cleaning things up a bit.”
“What?!”
The Galactic Faith? Out of nowhere? Ah… then again, the community did have a certain culture of deifying the Administrator.
Namgung Jin felt a thrill rise in his chest.
This was it—the golden opportunity for the Namgung family to ascend higher than ever before!
“Ma’am!! If you’d allow it, my family, the Namgung Clan, would be honored to join the Galactic Faith! I’ll serve with unswerving loyalty, putting everything I have into it!”
Namgung Jin sounded ready to bow in reverence right there and then. She hesitated for a moment.
“Finish handling matters here first.”
He etched her words into his mind and nodded solemnly.
“Yes, Ma’am! Understood! Proving myself comes first!”
Namgung Jin may have gone a bit overboard, but she didn’t feel the need to clarify. Her mind was already on returning to research the “Sacred Flame.”
“We’ll meet again.”
Leaving that one line, Birdel departed.
Namgung Jin watched her retreating form before turning back, his gaze blazing like a volcanic eruption.
Politics?
Power and wealth always came out on top. If you had overwhelming power and wealth, politics might not even be necessary.
And if it was, it only meant he didn’t have enough power or wealth yet.
Hah. If she wanted, he’d gladly become the next great tyrant.
“Let’s see… there’s that pill that extends lifespan by ten years…”
Namgung Jin had been stocking up on rare items from his draws, from cures for incurable diseases to all sorts of unique items.
Walking through the mist-laden fields of the late century, Namgung Jin gazed at the warriors of the Murim Alliance, a steely resolve in his eyes.
From now on, the Murim Alliance and the righteous faction would answer to him!
His determination seemed to pierce the very sky.
Predictably, the righteous factions objected, though only for a short while.
When word spread that she had obliterated the entire Dark Sect alliance upon her return to the Demonic Cult, a deathly silence fell. Everyone closed their mouths and watched carefully.
The Demonic Cult’s leader, who single-handedly annihilated the Dark Sect Alliance, had faced none other than the Unseen Sword?
What more needed to be said?
Everyone held their breath, merely observing.
Meanwhile, upon hearing about the “Galactic Faith,” Karlstein wore an amused expression.
“A religion?”
“Old-fashioned but certainly a powerful tool for control.”
“Hmm…”
Karlstein had once tried this approach to accumulate karma but abandoned it due to its inefficiency.
He didn’t need religion—there were countless other ways available to him.
Then again, this dimension might be different.
“A little support couldn’t hurt.”
No one could predict the extent of Karlstein’s idea of “a little support” and how it might impact the martial arts world.
“Still, take a look at this.”
At the moment, they were more focused on another issue.
The screen Aria displayed was filled with data points and organized records.
“A mental entity?”
“Yes. Experts believe it leans more toward a mental entity than an organic or material substance.”
Karlstein’s eyes filled with intrigue.