Chapter 92 – Not Bad

◈ Episode 92. Not bad.

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[Name: Grandfell Claudie Arpheus Romeo]

[Title : The Last Adventurer]

[Class: Demon Hunter]

[Level: 324]


Strength: 53 / Agility: 60 / Magic: 271 / Luck: 6 / Aesthetics: low]

[Points held: 0]

The [Title] has indeed been created.

For a moment, a vague knowledge of the arcana flashes through your mind.

But no matter how much you try to remember.

‘Then and now.’

I had never heard or seen a title before.

Maybe in other games, but at least in Arcana, I was pretty sure titles didn’t exist.

I echoed the message in my mind.

My deeds echoed across the continent of Arcana.

My deeds were talked about among the creatures of the continent.

You said it earned you a title…….

‘This is a different matter than unlocking stats.’


I wonder if it’s a system that’s always existed in Arcana.

If not, is it something that was updated after the Cataclysm.

I don’t know.

But I do know that it’s not something that anyone can get easily.

“Even now, the requirements don’t make sense.

It meant I had to do a world-class quest to get the title.

And then again. I felt an indescribable emotion.

……Is this the right reward?

Do I deserve this [title]?

I don’t care about the process.

I only cared about the result.

I did my best, but luck is luck.

But shamelessly.

“The Last Adventurer.”


Because I can’t help but feel it.

Besides, I could feel it, even if no one else could.

The craned neck, the angle of the spine.

You’d have to look under a microscope to see it.

The slight upturn of the corners of his mouth.

The proud glint in his eyes as he looked out over the world.

“Not a bad resonance.”

Yes, the World Tree sprouted.

The one that made the continent of Arcana known.

I, Grandfell, take it for granted.

Of course, I was getting used to the tough skin.

What I had to do was simple.

Check the effectiveness of the [Title] without changing my appearance.

It’s a process, after all.

After all, the reward is the reward, isn’t it?

[Last Adventurer: You cannot die on the Arcana Continent. If you do, you will immediately return to reality and will be unable to access the Arcana Continent for a period of time. – Cooldown: 24 hours]

But what is it.

This effect?

Wait, doesn’t not dying mean ‘immortality’?

That’s a bit of a gimmick.

No, not even the immortality, but the requirement.

Die on the Arcana Continent?!!

No, but even if I didn’t die on the Arcana Continent, what’s the point?

I don’t even know how to get to the Arcana Continent, if I did.

If I knew how to do it, I wouldn’t have to stay in the realm of the Arcana, including the mages of the Magic Tower.

“……How does that look familiar?”

Something about the title’s weird effect seemed familiar.

Wait, the title in the first place.

It’s the last of the ‘adventurers’.

The Adventurer.

From the days when Arcana was just a game.

The word Arkanians used to refer to players.

Yes, I was a player.

I was an adventurer.

‘If,’ I thought, ‘I ever approach the continent of Arcana.’

I would be the last adventurer standing.

From that perspective, the effect began to make sense.

“This is……!

If you die, you will not be able to access the Arcana Continent for 24 hours.

Replace the word “access” with “connect.”

Back when Arcana was just a game.

The death penalty was the same……!

I opened my mouth to speak after reading the effects of the title over and over again.

“It’s only a hypothesis, but it’s possible.”

System messages don’t lie.

You gave me this [title]?

That means I’m going to have to use this [title].

What it meant was simple.

To approach the continent of Arcana in the real world.

He wasn’t talking out of his ass.

“Of course, I don’t know when that will be.”

One thing was clear.

“In the meantime, tremble in fear. Inferior race.”

The day I approach the continent of Arcana.

It will be the day the demons will fear.

I will be the one who struggles every day.

I will be stronger then than I am now.

Add to that the effect of The Last Adventurer…….

“If you die, you still come back to life 24 hours later.”

At least to demons.

The Grandfell is more than an object of terror.

Won’t it be a nightmare?

Of course, it seemed like a long way off.

End of thought.

I looked up at the world tree.

The world tree had grown larger than any other tree in the swamp.

Like a message, it flashed by.

This was no longer a bloody, predator swamp.

[You have entered the secret garden of the World Tree].

“Brothers. You all see it, the monsters!”

The monsters didn’t seem to have any intentions.

Yes, as creatures of the Arcana Continent.

They must have realized instinctively what it meant for the World Tree to grow anew. They realized that the Arcana Continent was on the brink of extinction.

[You have cleared the rift in the Secret Garden of the World Tree].


Immediately, my vision shakes.

The space between reality and the Arcana Continent, the “anomaly”, has now returned to its original world.

A familiar phenomenon to the players. However, Nymph was puzzled.

“The landscape has changed again……!”

Of course, there’s nothing to worry about.

Nymph and I have a contract.

We’ll be reunited at the next rift.

“Until then.”

The light grows more intense.

In my blurring vision.

I said to the nymph.

“Will you observe the situation on the Arcana Continent for me?”

The situation on the Arcana Continent.

As I had considered, before making the contract with the Nymph.

Information about the Arcana Continent is important.

Especially now that I have confirmed the possibility of gaining access to the Arcana Continent through the effects of the title.

“Of course, it won’t be easy.

The continent of Arcana is hard to find intact.

That’s why the nymphs stayed here, in the predator swamps. A nymph whose appearance and personality were changed by my influence as a contractor.

“I will repay Mr. Ho-Yeol’s trust.”

You’ll have pride.

You shouldn’t be afraid.

But I know.

That pride is too heavy to carry.

The wings of a nymph are so fragile……!

Even if they appear to be higher spirits or spirit kings.

Nymphs were always lesser spirits.

With my limited magic, I can hardly hope to increase my combat power.


“Even if I have no magic.”

I do have a bit of a legacy.

Akshan’s legacy, the Quernberg Machine Tower.

Yes, even in this moment.

The machine tower is still standing proudly as Akshan’s greatest weapon of war.

It was a safe place for the Nymph to roam the continent, gathering information.

Of course, there’s a story behind it.

I don’t have time to explain it in words.

I sent a telepathic message to the Nymph.

And added briefly

“May you be with me.”

Being myself to the end.




Without warning, the players opened their eyes.

They saw a beautiful Scandinavian coniferous forest.

“Wow, I really didn’t expect this to end like this.”

“What was that thing at the end that brought the monsters to their knees?”

“The world tree. So many messages popped into my head so fast, I couldn’t figure out what was coming……!”

“Wait, so what about Lee Ho-yeol?”

[Predator’s Swamp].

No, should I call it [Secret Garden of the World Tree] now?

Anyway, even in this rift.

Ho-yeol’s behavior was outrageous.

It’s no wonder the players’ eyes were on him.

“If he actually gets something, it’ll be huge. You know that, right?”

“I know, me too.”

“Come on. Keep your mouth shut. We’re going to have to come here anyway.”

“Ugh, how is it still cold in here?”

Around the portal.

The same was true for the numerous reporters.

Even if the subject of the interview was Ho Yeol, this was not a story that could be given up easily.

Even if they had to skip the sensitive questions that could hurt his feelings.

“So, what do you say we just ask him about swordsmanship?”

“Yeah, I don’t know where to find that.”

“I’m sure you can answer that, right, Ho-Yeol?”

“I don’t know. I hope so.”

There should have been plenty of things to talk about.

Of course, the most important thing was Ho-yeol’s mood.


The anchor, whose lips were trembling, spoke up.

“Oh, come on, he’s a human being, after all, and he’s made so much progress in this rift, he should be feeling good, so why not at least answer these trivial questions, even if only briefly?”

If only Ho Yeol’s work in the Spirit Contract was over.

I wouldn’t have dared to ask.

But wasn’t this the same Ho Yeol who, in the end, sprouted the seed of the World Tree, and successfully saw it take root?

No other player, before or after the Cataclysm, had accomplished such a feat.

“Actually, I have another question for you…….”

Ho Yeol’s actions were confident and bold.

It was as if he knew everything.

How much did he know before entering the rift?

What kind of reward did he get for this?

“Let’s move on from such sensitive questions.”

He took a deep breath.

Then he turned to face Ho-yeol.

But his resolve was short-lived.


Including the host.

No one could speak to Ho-yeol.

And again.

until the sequence disappeared beyond the portal.

The reason was simple.

“What’s the problem?

As if satisfaction wasn’t a word in his dictionary.

His expression remained stoic.

It was because the atmosphere Ho-yeol gave off was too serious.

As everyone stared blankly at the portal where Ho Yeol had disappeared.

Someone finally spoke up.

“……You mean, you can’t be satisfied with this achievement?”

It was.

It was a reaction that could only be seen as a yes.

Naturally, questions followed.

How far is Ho Yeol looking ahead?




A disgracefully insignificant amount of magic.

I’m glad I didn’t talk to any of them, or grab them. Really.

I didn’t have the energy to respond nicely.

I’m sure I’d have gotten my ass handed to me if I did.

In that sense, I can only admire you.

“You’re crawling up the stairs on your ass.”


I headed straight for my lab.

I needed to replenish my magic in order to recover from magic exhaustion.

And I had to do it in a terribly inefficient way. Yes, it’s that damned formality……!

The most efficient way to replenish mana?

Naturally, it was to consume a mana regeneration potion made from herbs.

How simple is it?

Just like drinking a drink.

But the nobility and dignity of the Grandfell.

would not tolerate the practice of drinking potions.

I eventually reached the laboratory and prepared a teacup.


Inefficiently boiling water with a magic tool, a [simple lamp].

Inefficiently waiting for the herbal tea bags to steep.

Inefficiently sipped the tea to restore his magic power.

“It’s just as important to put in a comma as it is to put in a period.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

“I’d rather die than get really sick.

Still, I can’t help but sympathize with the need for commas and breaks.

From the moment I entered the [predator swamp].

I never once let my guard down.

I was just enjoying a leisurely tea break.

Suddenly, I remember a regret.

The blessing of the Elemental King Dryad.

“After all, I didn’t even get to taste the experience and drop rate buffs.”

If you’re going to count the balance sheet.

World Quests would have been much more beneficial.

I was always going to be underleveled.

But there was one room for me.

Why, the moment I activated the [Quernberg Machine Tower].

I remembered the message clearly.

Experience is accumulated in the [Battlecruiser Quernberg Machine Tower].

[Prestige accumulates in the Battlecruiser Quernberg Machine Tower].

[Gain access to accumulated experience and prestige].

Title, The Last Adventurer.

Now that you’re convinced that you can access the continent of Arcana through him. The experience and prestige from the Quernberg Machine Tower is like a savings account for me.

‘Of course, I don’t know when it expires.’

Anyway, if I find it, I can reverse my life.

No, I mean level reversal.

“When the time comes.”

I’ll be able to uproot the magic tower.

I’ll be able to borrow all the magic tools I couldn’t utilize because of the level restrictions. I’ll be able to unleash magic that I couldn’t manifest because it would cost me magic power!

This was the moment I realized my dream.


Someone knocked on the door.

I checked the parchment reflexively.

The writing was clear.

Sure enough, we had a meeting.

“Good thing.”

Even if it wasn’t, I had good news.

I opened my mouth leisurely.

“Come in. Marcelo.”



Marcelo’s steps were light as he descended the stairs.

It wasn’t because of his tired body, but because his heart was a little lighter.

The motion passed.

What that meant was simple.

Suddenly, Marcelo paused at the top of the stairs and took in the view of the tower.

“My lord. Break the shackles of contradiction, and the Tower will move.”

The first step may be small.

Everything begins with a first step.

Marcelo shrugged.

‘I suppose I could be the first to share some good news with your Grace.’

I wonder how Lord Ho-Yeol will react.

I’m sure he’ll be a little surprised.


Marcelo’s ambitious thoughts were quickly dashed.


He gulped down the tea offered to him.


He gulped.

After barely swallowing the hot tea, Marcelo asked.

“Tree, the world tree. In addition, to hear information about the Arcana Continent. I understand what you mean… … ! Can you say that again?!”

It was a progress that even the chief mage of the Mage Tower could not follow.