Become Overpowered CEO of Hero Clan

Become Overpowered CEO of Hero Clan – 186

Company Outing (2)

My perception is in disarray.

He claims to be a transcendent being that only appeared in the ancient history of Clan of Heroes.

In terms of the world’s hierarchy, he’s the all-time number one. The so-called personification of the system.

“Is that right?”

“Yes.”

My reason refuses to accept this reality.

And another thing. Evidence that made me doubt the boy’s identity was faintly materializing.

【Information Window】

▶ Name: Martial God

▶ Level: ???

▶ Talent: ???

▶ Rank: ???

Though chaotic, I could read one thing clearly.

‘Martial God.’

A name that seems like it would be written with the Chinese characters for ‘Martial’ (武) and ‘God’ (神). The information window has only ever conveyed the truth.

While claiming to be the ‘Tetragrammaton’ that oversees the system, his own information window is nothing but unstable.

I decided not to trust the boy 100%.

‘What exactly is going on here.’

It feels like my head is burning white-hot. The foundation of ‘common sense’ that helps me judge situations is crumbling.

Hasty actions are forbidden.

Perhaps all of this is a symptom of schizophrenia. Except for the boy’s words and the information window, it’s still the reality I knew.

The boy spoke.

“As I said before, we don’t have time.”

Interestingly, he has odd eyes.

His left eye is black, and his right eye is blue.

That’s why I perceived his first impression as an unfamiliar image.

‘But he looks strangely familiar.’

My brain tried to resolve the sense of déjà vu. In the boy’s handsome face, I thought I could glimpse a young ‘Lee Geon-ha’.

If so, is this child a fictional character I’ve created? Some kind of self-defensive mechanism of the brain responding to schizophrenia…

Snap!

The boy snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, a black space unfolded.

“Ugh!?”

My vision blurred.

I reflexively flailed my arms and legs, but my body seemed to maintain its balance as if still standing on solid ground.

The small studio apartment had transformed into an empty space. This couldn’t possibly be a self-correcting action of the brain.

“I’ll go quickly since you probably know most of this already.”

Whoosh!

Rays of light swirled around.

The trajectories of infinite stars embedded in the galaxy poured inward.

‘Is this real?’

The empty space was actually the universe.

This wasn’t a metaphor; each shining trajectory was a star and a galaxy.

Boom.

Beneath my feet, I saw a blue planet resembling Earth. Massive spaceships roamed around the planet, and in the distance, an impressive ring-shaped mega-structure encircling a star caught my eye.

‘An ancient civilization?’

I belatedly realized that this was some kind of holographic image.

The boy cleared his throat and said,

“Terra. The ancestral race that pioneered the universe.”

I had a lot to say, but I held my tongue.

Perhaps what the boy was trying to do was a series of ‘persuasions’.

The space around us rapidly changed.

Just as it seemed to be showing the scenery of an advanced city, we suddenly entered a futuristic laboratory. I didn’t have the energy left to be surprised.

“At some point, Terra’s technology reached a level where they could create and manipulate the material world. Later civilizations defined this technology as ‘ancient magic’.”

It was a story about the distant ancestral history of Clan of Heroes.

I was facing it along with visual materials.

‘Isn’t this going too far back?’

He said we didn’t have time, but the intro starts from the history of the ancestral civilization. Still, I perked up my ears. I hoped that the boy’s story would contain the reason and justification for why I was possessed and suffered so much in Clan of Heroes.

Swish.

The background changed to a brown tone, and five symbols appeared floating in the air.

“After a long time, Terra split into five factions. Familiar shapes, right? That’s right. The four major religions of Earth were born here. As I’ll explain later, when the Terra civilization was badly defeated by the ‘Legion’ and retreated to the outskirts of the universe, they scattered their genes containing their history into a vast ecosystem when creating a new world.”

The odd-eyed boy had suddenly picked up a wooden stick and started acting like a full-fledged history lecturer.

Whoom.

The scenery was plunged into pitch darkness. Dark red eyes flickered in the darkness.

The boy’s eyes became serious.

“This is ‘Gaganuph’, the ultimate life form created by the genius magician Satanael, the first monster.”

Satanael.

The master of the Legion and the father of all negative things. The true final boss of Clan of Heroes.

After the end of Season 5 ‘War of the Gods’, he’s the worst Demiurge expected to greet users at the pinnacle of the grand story in Season 6 ‘Advance of The Legion’.

“Satanael tried to unify the Terra race into one system using Gaganuph. That’s how the long, long war began, and countless small and medium-sized countries were erased. The five forces I just explained are the countries that withstood Satanael’s ‘grand unification’.”

But they hadn’t really withstood it.

The surviving countries gathered their elite personnel and fled to the corners of the universe, where they created a new world and once again bloomed a civilization.

The Earth of Clan of Heroes was set as an adjacent world to the small universe they had created.

“The new ecosystem made remarkable progress over 500 million years. In the process, unfortunately, the other founding forces of Terra became extinct, and only the celestial realm with immortals and the heavenly realm with angels grew endlessly, gaining power comparable to their heyday.”

The introduction was long. It was nothing new, just surprising.

Although I had skipped the in-game story, I had watched a 2-hour and 40-minute video titled ‘Binge-watching Clan of Heroes’s Story in One Go!’ on a famous game channel at 1.5x speed.

I asked in a sharp voice,

“So why did you possess me? Cut the dragging story short.”

“I’m sorry, bro. You understand that I am the ‘system’ itself, right?”

“The transcendent being Yahweh fused with the primordial beings called ‘Aeons’ to fight equally against the Legion. That’s how he became Tetragrammaton, a weapon of mass destruction against the Legion. That’s all I know.”

The manager of fate. Or the guardian of balance.

Tetragrammaton was something metaphysical that surpassed even the level of a transcendent being.

How could I not have a brain freeze when such a being was giving a long speech in the form of a bubbly child?

‘It’s probably some kind of proxy.’

Because of the name Martial God and the information window filled with question marks, it was hard to accept that the boy in front of me was a higher intelligence. Unless there were special circumstances that made this form necessary.

The boy, hanging his head, said,

“We exist on the axis of time. We’ve been manipulating ‘fate’ in all timelines to extract the ‘possibility’ of victory against the Legion.”

“Is that so? To predict the possibility of your victory in the war?”

“We made various arrangements. Among them, you showed the highest possibility.”

I’m not sure whether to be happy about this or angry. It seems like a generous evaluation, but that doesn’t mean the resentment from forced conscription has dissipated.

“So you want me to keep suffering while clearing quests.”

“The verification is complete. You are… #$^*(@%!… Oh. This won’t do. It consumes resources to lift the censorship.”

Censorship, huh. It seems there’s information that even the almighty system can’t freely share.

But are they in a position where they can’t help because it costs a little resources? This is the reward for clearing the main quest. I’m saying they should spare no expense and completely resolve my doubts.

“You’re pretty shameless for someone who kidnapped me. You said we don’t have time! Tell me quickly anything that could help me.”

“Well. Actually, even doing this is consuming an enormous amount of resources. It’s dangerous because we might get caught. That’s why I took the approach of a ‘quest reward’. But still… I’ll tell you this one thing! I’m really going out on a limb here…”

“Stop stalling and get on with it.”

“The tougher the conditions, the better! What this means is… rather than just possessing you, setting a ‘lifespan limit’ on the possession uses fewer resources. Much fewer.”

“…?”

Are they trying to piss me off?

It’s already frustrating to be suddenly kidnapped, and now they’re saying they put that kind of penalty on me because they lack resources?

‘Whether it’s Tetragrammaton himself or a proxy. It’s strange that they’re deliberately trying to provoke me at this point.’

From their perspective, they’d want me to fully immerse myself in this hero role that was never meant for me.

I’ve learned that there’s this kind of selfish ‘truth’ behind the game possession. It’s not enough to just coax and cajole me.

On top of that, after the provocation, the boy tightly sealed his lips.

“……”

His dark blue eyes shake violently. He’s staring intently. It seems like he wants me to notice something.

‘In short. They can give information or benefits, but they want me to bear the penalty if possible.’

It seemed that was how they could save their ‘resources’ on their end.

Just look at how they only babbled about Clan of Heroes’s ancient history even though the reward was an ‘encounter with the heavens’. That too must be a ‘condition’ to save on the ‘resources’ of the ‘meeting’. If so.

‘It would use fewer resources for me to make requests than for them to offer what they can do.’

The encouraging fact is that the boy seems to want to give something. While keeping his mouth shut tight, trying to save as much ‘resource’ as possible.

I picked out a few fundamental questions.

“What do I ultimately need to do? I mean, tell me just one role I need to play in the war against the Legion.”

“The purification of Satanael.”

It was an immediate answer. I couldn’t help but laugh ironically.

Why are they telling me to take down the final boss of the world setting when there are immortals and angels who could blow away a small world with just a finger?

‘Well, Final Finish is specialized for that kind of thing.’

Whether it’s a god or a dragon, one hit is all it takes. If my clan leader skill is designed for ‘god-killing’, it all fits perfectly.

“The points and achievement rewards are unreasonable. I want improvements.”

“It’s best to save up as much as you can.”

With the boy’s single sentence, it felt like one of the knots that had been tightly wound began to loosen.

It’s like a game developer advising to save up because there will be uses for it later.

Finally, I asked the most important question.

“When can I purify Satanael?”

“That’s……”

Rumble rumble rumble—

A vibration was heard from somewhere. A vague fear washed over me. Had they used up all their ‘resources’?

[You felt the gaze of a transcendent being.]

Space-time was distorting as if the cave was collapsing.

Particles of space were falling apart and disintegrating.

“Oh no, we’ve been caught! Time is running out. You’ll know soon!”

My vision blurs.

Faintly, I could see the boy drawing a sword of darkness in the distance.

‘So he was a proxy after all.’

There’s no way the leader of the angels would use such an impure power.

Boom boom boom boom.

A giant hand appeared, shattering the cosmic space. The boy raised the sword of darkness and slashed beyond space.

Stars and galaxies exploded everywhere. It was truly a clash of ‘gods’.

As I watched that absurd spectacle, I fell endlessly downward.

‘It’s not perfect, but.’

Many things have been resolved.

Rumble rumble rumble—

With the cosmic space exploding chaotically, my consciousness faded to black.

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The encounter with the self-proclaimed Tetragrammaton.

Three days have passed since then.

Earth was in a festive mood. After all, the calamity known as the Northern Demons had been purified due to Isaac’s rampage.

The chilling fact that humanity could have been wiped out by the rampage of an SS-class hero was known only to high-ranking officials of the World Hero Association, including the clan members.

Ignorance was bliss. People still regarded Isaac as something of a guardian of humanity.

‘It’s understandable on the surface.’

Isaac walks steadily, spreading the realm of shadows, and the clan members approach. The darkness surges and returns to Isaac.

It was the final scene of the live ‘replay’.

Click.

I turned off the screen with a light heart.

Looking at the entire live broadcast, Isaac’s attitude couldn’t really be called a ‘rampage’. He just squashed monsters like swatting flies, filled with extreme laziness and boredom.

Zing.

The limousine van opened.

Familiar faces made a fuss.

“The ultimate beauty has arrived!”

“Finally, it’s time for our trip! I can’t contain my excitement!”

They burst into high tension from the start. Gil-seong was getting more and more shameless, and it was obvious that Man Deuk-i was doing it on purpose.

They must be conscious of my unstable mental state.

“The theme this time is healing, right?”

“Yeah. Don’t think of it as filming.”

“How can we not? You only get along with us when the cameras are rolling, don’t you?”

Seo Eun-ha hit a sore spot.

Without it being a variety show filming, spending everyday life with the clan members would be quite difficult. Apart from intimacy, just meeting people itself tends to consume energy.

‘But this guy.’

He’s picking a fight right from the start. The variety show banter has already begun.

“Urk!?”

On the other hand, Jin-soo, who hadn’t adapted to the Harmony Clan-style way of cheering up the clan leader, shuddered once.

The kid is young, so he doesn’t seem to understand the structure of variety shows yet. This isn’t even at the level of ‘dissing’ each other.

“People misunderstand. I did what I wanted, whether it was filming or not.”

“Pfft. Liar.”

“Watch your language. As collective punishment, you all get 10 more hours of ethics education.”

“Ugh?!”

The start was (?) refreshing.