With Fusion of Video Game fictional thing, I become Irregular

I threw on my robe again, this time without the hood.

"Valtor, you really want to make chaos?"

"Is okay, don't censor it when I take it off."

"Alright, time to be EEEEEEEEEEEntertainment!"

I couldn't help but smile at the reference as I activated Skill Augment Type and a few Stigma Buffs.

I stepped out of Anna's room and into the bustling space. I could feel eyes on me—many, many eyes. The entire constellation crowd was observing me for the first time, their gazes fixated on my features. My looks? Uncontested beauty, raw muscle that exuded dominance, perfectly sculpted features. I was simply divine, beyond comparison. I wore a common shirt and some normal cargo jeans—nothing special, but still... me.

I strolled casually toward the meeting point or the pendulum to initiate entry into Scenario 6.

< Main Scenario #6 – Frozen World >

Category: Main

Difficulty: SS

Clear Conditions: Wipe out all dominant species on the No. 2539 planetary system, the planet called Winter Land.

Time Limit: 40 days

Reward: 200,000 coins, ???

Failure: ―

[Anomaly Detected... Changed Scenario for Anomaly Incarnation...]

< Main Scenario #6 – Frozen World >

Category: Main

Difficulty: SS

Clear Conditions: Challenge all First Class Monsters, Powerful Inhabitants, and the strongest beings on this frozen planet called Winter Realm.

Time Limit: 7 Days

Reward: Item, Skill, Stigma, Additional Soul

Failure: Frozen Ice Skin Curse

"I see. I'm ready."

"Sure... Sure... Sure... You can go in by touching the lantern, please Incarnation V, do your best," the little Dokkaebi stammered.

I giggled at his hesitation and reached out for the lantern. My hand met its cold surface, and with that simple action, I stepped into the meeting point. A few figures stood there waiting. Russia's incarnation was nearby, and a few others I didn't recognize. None of them were important to me. Iris was there, too, but I pretended not to notice her. She was a brat, and I didn't want any part of my soul being dragged into her drama.

I checked the spawn point's edge. A deep abyss lay before me. The area was a massive caldera connected to a great mountain. A perfect spawn point. I sat on the very edge, pulling out my map to analyze it. I pinpointed a few regions of interest and noticed some familiar monster signatures nearby. Ah—Ice monsters. Classic fantasy RPG enemies.

I picked up a handful of snow and swallowed it.

[Primordial Ice Level Up!]

"Source of Experience," I muttered as I drew back. I inhaled through my nose, pulling the swirling storm of snow and ice into me like a spiral vortex.

[Stigma Metamorphosis Growling]

[Immunity to Freeze Obtained... Due to Anomaly and Metamorphosis Combined, Skill Instantly Maxed Out.]

I exhaled, spitting out a small chunk of icy crystal. A strange, glimmering shard appeared in my hand.

[Shard of Frozen Throne: A Summonable Material to be used to call items from the Frozen Throne.]

I pocketed the shard just as Anna approached me, her face flushed and uncertain.

"V... please join me," she whispered hesitantly.

"No," I replied coldly, creating a Karavan from nothingness. This Karavan was different, almost like a winter-themed chariot. It glided smoothly over the snow, stopping at the gathering point. I climbed aboard, taking my seat and opening up the inventory list. I skimmed through many items, noting my lack of souls. It stung a little, but I'd manage.

Weapons. That's what I needed, right?

Wait... why use weapons when I could make my own body into a weapon? I scrolled through the martial arts catalog and found what I wanted.

[Energy Weapon Skill (Unknown): 400,000 Soul]

I bought it without hesitation. It was cheap, and it brought back memories. Before Boo appeared, I used to fight with my hands alone. It was nostalgic and exciting—feeling like myself again.

I activated the skill, and a blade of shimmering, ethereal energy formed from my hand. Snow particles swirled around it, misting the air with a beautiful frost.

[Obtained Transcendence Skill: Energy Blade Lv. 1 - A special energy manipulation that allows the creation of a blade from the user's hand, allowing for versatile combat and utility.]

"Finally. Thank you."

The Karavan began to retract itself, disappearing like a magical winter sleigh.

Now, what should I use this Frozen Throne shard for? It could come in handy later. I stored it safely in my V-Unit.

Before I could think further, I heard Anna shout.

"V! PLEASE I BEG YOU JOIN MY ZARATHUSTRA!" I ignored her.

"Fine, I will tell you my 3 sizes," Anna had to eat the humiliation she caused with her request, but deep down, I wanted to ensure her survival through this scenario.

"Sorry to ruin the tension, I already know your size since I cleaned your messy room. Consider our deal invalid. Instead of dragging ourselves into mutual humiliation, why don't we help each other out? The quicker we finish the scenario, the better. I want to access hidden scenarios rather than stay stuck in the main ones."

"Fine, where do you want to go?" she finally asked.

"Obviously, increasing my skill."

"Skill?" she questioned.

I raised my hand beside me, forming the energy blade once more. Snow and ice danced along its edge.

The mist shimmered around me as I adjusted my grip. My mind was clear. I would make this skill powerful enough to challenge the frozen abyss itself.

[Reminder: Valtor, that Energy Weapon has Durability due to low level.]

"Thank you, God," I muttered.

"You're welcome," came an oddly reassuring voice in my mind.

Everyone was staring at me in absolute disbelief. The ability I demonstrated, wielding that energy weapon with such finesse, was absurd—crafted in a way reminiscent of Murim warriors.

"V, please, just accept my invitation. Join Zarathustra," Anna insisted, her voice desperate.

"How many times do I need to tell you? I have no interest in joining your affiliations. Please, find someone else."

I readied myself, pulling out my map as I spoke and sliding smoothly toward the edge of the cliff, heading into the unknown.

As I descended to the bottom of the chasm, I activated my senses, analyzing the surroundings. My mind was sharp, and I began to uncover patterns and information.

'Valtor, sst...'

"What?" I responded mentally.

"I've got some backhand deals," came the reply.

"By whom?" I pressed on.

"Someone from Reincarnation Island. Some of the Murim people are interested in your energy hand... so dense, so pure. Your control is a little janky, though. You should go there."

"After this scenario, I found one person from Murim here. More likely, they're aware of you."

"Yes. Have fun."

With that information, I felt a renewed purpose. I would finish this scenario quickly and move toward my next objective.

I sped through the icy terrain, skating and gliding until I found the roots of the problem here—First-Class Monsters.

I could feel them approaching.

Ice Yeti.

Ice Dragon.

This was going to be a challenge. I needed preparation, and I knew just the thing to pull from my inventory.

I reached into my mental constructs and extracted the mechanics from the Monster Hunter game, initiating an extraction sequence.

[Deep Extraction from Game Initiated... Anomaly Detected...]

Due to my personal experiences in this game world, my system assimilated many attributes.

[Attributes Obtained:]

Fable > Calamity Slayer, Elder Dragon Slayer, Monster Slayer, Zenith Slayer, Great Hunter (Myth), End of the Giant Calamity (Giant).Dragon Tamer, Elder Dragon Tamer (Legendary).Personal Attribute > Apex Hunter (Myth).Skills: Monster Carving, Weapon Abilities (Exclusive).

[Hidden Scenario Detected.]

[Special Hidden Main Scenario #3 – Round 2]

Category: Special Hidden Main

Difficulty: Fatalis Mode

Clear Conditions: Win against Gods, Elder Monsters, Apex Variants, and other powerful adversaries in Fatalis Mode.

Unique Rules:

Every monster has five phases (Normal, Apex, Tempered, Zenith, God Buffs).You can only bring 5 Stigma, 3 Skills, and 1 story.

User cannot heal during combat.

Monsters can team up against the user.

Every successful monster kill allows it to run or evolve.

Every limb lost cannot regenerate unless through proper methods.

[Anomalies and Special Challenges:]

Limited combat arena.The environment is disadvantageous, leaving no strategic opportunity.If I reach the brink of death, all monsters pause, waiting for me to return to fight again.

The challenge was extreme, yet the rewards were tantalizing.

I selected my Stigma and Skills for this ordeal:

Stigma:

Arche Body Lv. 3, Ultra Instinct Lv. 5, Metamorphosis Lv. 3, 7 Element Sun Providence Meridian Scripture Lv. 17, Essence Yin Yang Vacuum Lv. 1

Skills:

Combat Armament Lv. 10, Posture Lv. 10, Monster Riding Lv. 10

The system prompted: [Choose your weapon.]

I summoned my Crafting and Enchanting Table, pulling out my unique weapons, Amaterasu Lance and Alice Cap. Combining them, I used the Enchanting process.

[Crafting Initiated...]

I combined these relics, evolving them into a singular, divine weapon.

[Amaterasu Sun Lance + Red Capellet Enhancement = Longinus of Amaterasu.]

[Longinus of Amaterasu: An unknown rank relic forged by Incarnation V. A sacred lance that absorbs the might of its owner. Said to pierce even gods, regardless of alignment.]

All the Constellations observed my weapon with sheer awe. This wasn't just a weapon—it held 9 Myth Stories and 3 Giant Stories, a fusion of my children and me. The weapon's stories bonded us as a family, though I knew some of my other children would likely become jealous.

This relic would be my weapon for the coming scenario.

"Game ON," I whispered, stepping into the hidden scenario.

My vision blurred as I passed into the unknown dimension of apocalyptic trials. My body felt strange, as though my soul had been torn from my physical self, but I trusted myself.

"V!" a voice called as I became partially incapacitated.

It was Selena Kim, rushing toward my unresponsive form.

"He's alive, but he passed out due to some force. We must take him to a safe house nearby," she instructed.

They carried me to the nearby safe house. Many other incarnations and inhabitants gathered, their eyes wary.

"He's awake but... also sleeping."

"We can explain," a Dokkaebi interjected, showing everyone visions of me fighting God-like monsters within this hidden apocalyptic realm.

The skies outside the arena were a chaotic mess—apocalyptic storms, earthquakes, lightning, tsunamis, and nuclear explosions swirling together. It wasn't merely a fight for survival but a battle for dominance amid incomprehensible destruction.

What awaited me in the depths of this hidden arena was no mere trial—it was a symphony of godlike battles, one after another.

I steeled myself.

This would be a test of strength, survival, and adaptation. And I would prove myself.

Dokkaebi provided a data report to the Incarnation. This data revealed all the monsters as Unknown Class Monsters with four to five stories tied to each of them. When Dokkaebi presented the difficulty challenge, it was beyond absurd.

My way of fighting wasn't brutal or maniacal like a berserker. My movements were perfectly calculated, precise, and controlled, dancing with my spear in this deadly rhythm of life and death.

And yet, absurdly, I still hadn't reached a true dying state. I was at zero, but the enemies kept coming back to life—stronger and more powerful than before.

My fights felt less like battling monsters and more like challenging the very nature of the world itself.

I spun my spear to decapitate Dalamadur and Disufiroa, their bodies falling only to return to life again. This was merely my first attempt. Malzeno kept locking me down with relentless attacks, joined by faster, agile monsters like Magnamalo, Valstrax, and Amatsu. The situation was catastrophic.

Ragnarok, Titanomachy, Great Flood… these were tales of apocalyptic calamities. And now, here I was—living through it. A man… no, an undead man… fighting for survival against all odds.

But this wasn't the main course yet.

When Fatalis arrived, everything shifted. My odds were instantly crushed as the sheer power of these monsters overwhelmed me. Imagine facing every Elder Dragon, Wyvern, and monster from all the Monster Hunter series in one unending forum-like battle.

The arena was Farum Azula from Elden Ring—massive and eerie, with its audience seats filled with monsters either preparing to fight or resting to heal.

"This is endless… I need to fight faster, stronger, and more seriously. I can't fool around. This is a trial from Hell, and it's time I take it seriously."

[The voice echoed: "One who transcends his limitations."]

My stats increased by tenfold—but at a terrible cost. My real-world body began to suffer as my wounds opened and my pain grew unbearable. I could feel myself slipping.

"V... no, you must win."

Only seven monsters remained—Disufiroa, White Fatalis, Malzeno, Shagaru, Magnamalo, Shantien, and Nergigante, who had devoured the corpses of fallen Elder Dragons. My real-world body was numb, my limits being tested to the extreme.

I needed just one move, just one skill to drastically change this outcome.

[The voice roared: "The One Who Transcends His Limitations."]

[You've obtained a new martial art: Heaven Spear of God.]

This was a combat technique I crafted instinctively. A spear style of my own design that could incorporate formations or combat styles as I chose.

With all my might, I thrust Longinus of Amaterasu forward.

The force of my attack bent space itself, carving a vast vacuum as I swung. It felt like reaping the very fabric of reality.

But I felt my right arm break.

In the real world, my right arm was obliterated instantly. My muscles, bones, and tendons felt as if they popped like a deflated balloon. I knew this would be my death.

Despite that, I managed to tear apart the seven remaining monsters. Blood spilled everywhere as they fell, but White Fatalis still had one final moment of life. It rose again and began to devour the corpses.

I decided to honor its final moments. My right hand was broken, useless. My left hand remained.

I performed my first technique: Cronus Scythe.

A devastating horizontal spear strike that tore through space itself with a vacuum-like force. Like a scythe harvesting crops, it destroyed everything in its path.

"How original… but fuck, it hurts."

I was beginning to lose hope as White Fatalis entered Phase 6.

The skies turned crimson red as the dragon evolved into a terrifying form—a celestial force of destruction. Before I could even react, Fatalis began attacking me.

It was humiliating.

I was stabbed, torn in half, and killed repeatedly over 23 times. Each death felt worse, each attack more horrifying. I managed to counterattack once, but Fatalis shattered my spear before I could finish.

That broke something inside me.

I could see the spear breaking in slow motion, just as I saw Alice and Amaterasu die in front of me. Watching them perish pushed me to the breaking point.

Fatalis roared—its last sound as I charged at it with the speed of a god.

I landed on its body, crushing the arena beneath us. I drove my fist into Fatalis's chest, creating a sound that resonated through the entire cosmos.

My punches shattered its fortified skin. It healed instantly, but I didn't stop.

I struck again and again, faster than sound itself. One final point—one final attack.

I struck its heart.

I reached into its chest, tearing its heart from its body and consuming it raw, nerves and all. Fatalis couldn't resist as its body functions failed from the loss.

With my final act, I devoured it.

We exchanged a final gaze, and Fatalis died with honor.

I felt victorious.

The world around me felt hollow as I looked at the apocalyptic wasteland. The monster's death signaled a moment of eerie stillness.

But then, something stabbed my chest.

Malzeno's tail.

How the hell was she still alive?

A swarm of Qurio appeared, feasting on White Fatalis's carcass. Malzeno tossed my broken body aside, claiming the spoils of war for herself. She didn't inherit Fatalis's life force—but a body that had devoured gods was more than enough to make her a deadly enemy.

Malzeno was now a second-tier god-like threat.

I reached for my broken spear. My hand was shattered, but desperation took over. I stabbed myself with Longinus to push myself into god-like power.

Malzeno roared as she consumed the head of Fatalis and entered her Zenith Malzeno form.

The fight became a battle between two forces.

Malzeno: The embodiment of endless wrath.

Me: A stubborn warrior refusing to die.

The clash was inevitable—every strike, faster than light, capable of destroying worlds. Her attacks had grace and fury, slamming with precision, each attack tearing landscapes apart and creating shockwaves powerful enough to shatter mountains.

The battle was relentless.

Every movement, every mistake, every attack… it came at a cost.

And yet, I wouldn't give up.

I knew that death was inevitable—but not yet. This was my fight.

The fight was intense, a brutal clash of survival, instincts, and hatred. The man's body was failing under the pressure of this ceaseless battle. His body couldn't keep up with the demands of combat—the strength, the speed, the endurance. The window of opportunity to end this was open, but the Paladin backed off, waiting for the man to recover.

The Paladin wasn't foolish; she wouldn't take pleasure in claiming victory if her opponent wasn't at his peak. Honor demanded her minions act dishonorably. With that in mind, she sent her underlings to sap the man's life force, dragging him down with every passing second.

The man, watching this betrayal, had no choice. His mind could no longer think. His consciousness surrendered itself to primal instinct—the raw, unfiltered drive to survive, the same instinct that monsters possessed.

His hands reached out, grabbing his enemies' weak bodies and tearing them apart, devouring them raw. The Paladin grinned, pleased. She knew this wasn't a stranger or a weak opponent anymore. The man was no longer a mere mortal—he was a beast hidden in human skin, a monster she had sworn to see destroyed, cruelly and humiliatingly.

Her body trembled with excitement. She could feel the man's blood on her hands, and the smell intoxicated her.

The man lunged forward, his spear flying through the air with all his remaining strength. The Paladin grinned again and parried with ease. She caught him off guard, but before she could counterattack, the man used his leg, turning the parry into a fierce counter of his own. The battle continued in a savage dance—a war of will, strength, and survival.

The fight wasn't about sanity anymore. The man had lost his mind, his body only driven by raw, primal instincts. The Paladin, on the other hand, struggled to suppress her dragon instincts, swearing that she would never submit to the man she fought. Every attack was a gamble, each strike carrying risk.

The longer the fight dragged on, the weaker the Paladin grew. Her wounds piled up. Her body began to betray her, her strength diminishing. Her resolve wavered, but surrender wasn't an option. She couldn't let this human—a lesser creature—humiliate her by defeating her. She would rather die with her ego intact.

But then it happened. The man, with sheer force and rage, split her body in half. It was a brutal, unexpected blow. Her senses failed her, her strength gave out, and her body crumbled. She was at death's doorstep.

Her mace was useless. Her spear broken. Her shield, however, remained. It would be her only hope as she struggled to survive.

In her final act of desperation, she bit into the man's neck, draining his life force in a last, instinctual effort to regain strength. The moment his life force entered her, she tasted it—the power, the raw, unfiltered energy. It was primal, untapped, and it gave her tremendous strength. Her body surged, her strength returned, and she stood once more.

The Paladin abandoned her lower half, regrowing it with power she had long craved—a new body, stronger, more divine. This was her master's power, the one she long desired, and now she wielded it. Her goals had shifted. Honor was no longer her concern. Her sole purpose was now domination—to see her master bow before her in the most humiliating way possible.

The fight shifted. She now operated on pure instinct, no longer concerned with the ideals of chivalry or duty. She was a god, her powers unrestricted. Every move she made was calculated, every strike precise, a terrifying force of power. Her master had been in a dying state before, but now she pushed him to his limits once more.

Her attacks came faster, her body an unstoppable weapon. She had witnessed the man face unimaginable odds, battles against gods and monsters alike. Yet, despite her efforts, her master refused to bow. He refused to lose. Her fury grew.

But her master had tricks of his own. His body moved with otherworldly precision, bending the very fabric of space. He turned her body into a weapon, folding her like a piece of paper and sending her flying through the arena. Critical injuries tore into her, and she felt herself slipping once more.

Her master's hand grasped her heart—the very thing that gave her new power—and consumed it. She felt the power drain from her. Her heart, her strength, her final hope—all were stolen.

The Paladin made her final stand, no longer holding onto the power or belief that had sustained her. She cast away everything but the last vestiges of her will. She prepared to die with the dignity of her origin, a final, last roar as the last Paladin of the Dragon.

The final clash came, two broken, bleeding figures locking in a desperate dance. Their lances were raised, their wills broken but unyielding. The man's spear and the Paladin's lance clashed in a final moment, both aiming for the other's heart.

They struck, but their blows missed. They fell to the ground, drowning in their own blood, their bodies broken. Both had given everything, but neither could claim the final blow.

The battle came to its end. Exhausted, broken, and dying, they lay in the pool of their own blood. Their bodies gave out, unable to endure any longer. The fight was over, but there was no clear winner.

Malzeno hovered nearby, the only thing keeping her awake was the sight of the man dying, broken and bloodied, before her very eyes.

The final dance of death concluded. They had fought to the bitter end, but survival would claim none. The war of gods and monsters, honor and fury, had collapsed into nothing but a puddle of blood and broken wills.

The Paladin, on the brink of death, could barely muster the strength to attempt one final strike. Her body, already falling apart, was no longer responding to her will. Her Qurio minions, the source of her strength, had long since perished due to prolonged exposure to the grueling battle and the lack of a host to sustain them.

All across the universe, incarnations and divine beings watched with bated breath. The battle had reached its peak—a man, who had defied gods, surviving death's grasp, while a monstrous force rampaged just to bring him down. What atrocity had this man committed to earn such a fate? Yet, he survived, defied, and now stood in the aftermath.

Covered in blood, his body battered and scarred, the man stood tall despite the many wounds, missing limbs, and the exhaustion of the fight. He was one step away from delivering the final blow to his foe, but instead, he chose to sit and look the Paladin in the eyes.

She, on the verge of death, unable to comprehend this act of mercy, could only seethe with frustration. Her master—this monster of a man—was offering her kindness when she had expected nothing but cruelty in return. After everything, after every attack and the humiliation she had tried to inflict, he praised her.

"Good job," he said, patting her head. His smile was genuine, and it cut deeper than any weapon ever could.

The Paladin, unable to grasp the magnitude of this gesture, felt her hatred swell. How dare he smile at her in her final moments? How dare he show mercy, after all the suffering she had endured? Yet, as the man continued to smile, she was struck by an overwhelming realization. She was dying—not by her own hand, but by the very one she had spent so long trying to destroy. This wasn't the end she had sought. She wanted him to suffer, to perish in agony. But now, she would perish with nothing but his smile haunting her in the last moments of her life.

She wanted to lash out, to strike back, but her strength had already failed her. The only thing left to do was close her eyes and let the darkness take her. And so, with one final smirk, the Paladin closed her eyes, leaving the world behind.

The man stood, covered in blood, watching the life fade from her eyes. He looked to the sky, the blood of the battle soaking into the ground beneath him. For a moment, he considered the pool of blood that had accumulated around him. Should he drink it like some elixir of power, like Fanta? After all, he had consumed worse things in his life.

With a careless shrug, he dipped his hands into the blood and drank deeply, unbothered by the taste.

[Scenario Complete, Returning User to Real World]

In the real world, in scenario 6, where many Incarnations were waiting for me to wake up, my body was covered in blood. When my body returned to normal, it felt like light gathered around me as I took a deep breath and stood up.

"Halt the price, I still have the main scenario."

I immediately rushed toward the main scenario, ignoring the injuries I had. Every step I took left blood stains on the ground, but I didn't care at all.

After completing some side quests, I went straight for the main quest to stack up rewards.

I found the Dragon and quickly mutilated it in just a few minutes. After fighting so many god-like monsters, dealing with this kind of monster felt too easy.

Killing yetis and frost trolls was even easier, but there was a problem: the strongest being here was a Murim practitioner—and worse, it was a woman.

"I expected you to arrive. Would you like to be my disciple? I can take you to Murim, introduce you to other martial artists, and pass down my technique to you."

"I'm not interested in learning martial arts from you, but would you like to duel with me for the experience?"

"Foolish. You have great potential."

"With all due respect, Esteemed Lady, I'm not interested in your martial arts. How about we duel instead?"

"Such a waste of potential to die early. Very well, ready when you are."

"I'm ready." She attacked with a martial technique I didn't recognize, but she relied entirely on her sword. Once she got in range, I quickly disarmed her and tossed her sword aside.

"What!?" She was surprised. She lost her grip before she even realized it. Her sword wasn't in her hand; she was just waving her hand like a toddler. It wasn't that I disrespected martial arts, it was just that they relied too much on their weapons.

"I won, right?"

"You're joking."

"No, I wasn't."

"Redo." We fought again, and each time, I disarmed her. She was getting angrier and more frustrated, unable to land a hit. The duel always ended with her being disarmed.

Some martial artists watching the stream laughed, while others tried to understand how my disarm technique worked.

It took eight hours before she looked at me with a mixture of hatred and admiration.

"You won this time, but when we meet in Murim, I'll show no mercy."

"I don't want to sound edgy, but you do you. I hope you have a nice day." She pouted and walked away, having learned from her own martial art style.

There are two types of martial arts: Physical Augmentation and Spiritual Augmentation. From her technique, she focused more on Physical Augmentation. Her ice techniques were cool but easy to predict. No hard feelings.

I sensed she was nearby, watching me. Honestly, many Eastern Fantasy stories use exaggerated moves, like Chong Yue's.

Chong Yue's voice flashed in my mind.

I used to shiver hearing that every day. I just use Western-style martial arts, no need for fancy movements. One move is enough.

I trained by swinging my spear downward and using my Speed-Up Stigma to speed things up. Why work hard when you can skip the training arc?

[One Who Transcends His Limitations Echoing]

[Second Technique: Heaven Sundering]

Heaven Sundering is a powerful technique within the Heavenly Spear of God martial art. It involves a mighty downward swing of the spear, with the user gripping the weapon's end. By applying immense pressure with one or both hands, the practitioner unleashes a devastating attack capable of splitting the sky or even rending the fabric of realms or heavens, depending on the user's focus.

Okay, immense focus.

I took a deep breath, stepped forward, gripped the spear's edge with my right hand, and swung it with full focus.

That swing split the sky in half and even split the winter weather into two different clouds at the center. Not only that, the area where I swung also cracked in half. I put too much force into it. Shit.

[Scenario Complete]

"Alright, time to nope out." I ran from the area before any trouble could find me. On the other side, many martial artists had seen the swing—it was just a simple swing, yet the effect was outrageous. The sky split in half, the weather changed instantly, and the ground cracked too. I mastered that unreasonable technique in just seven minutes.

The woman emerged from her hiding place and saw it with her own eyes—the perfect slash that couldn't be contested. That slash alone was enough to make the world tremble.

"I see... the Murim world will be in uproar when that man arrives. I can't wait to contest with him."

"You have succeeded in the scenario, you may return now. Some people stay because they cannot complete the scenario," the Dokkaebi announced, confirming my success, and I nodded.

"Yes, thank you. I will take my leave."

I was stopped by Iris, who looked at me with a bratty expression.

"My name is Iris. You must be V. Everyone knows you're the strongest incarnation in America. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, but in terms of the strongest, I'm actually third."

"What?" Everyone was surprised, even Anna.

"Third? Don't act like that. We know you're the strongest."

"No, actually, there are two people stronger than me."

"What?"

"Yes, the second strongest is in Korea, and the first... the first one is in Alaska, at the edge of the North Pole. A reclusive person I can vouch for. If we're talking raw power, I'd win, but in terms of skill, the Korean guy would win. But in endurance, the Alaska guy would win."

"You're joking, right?"

"Hey, let's put this in perspective: Even someone like me, the third strongest, struggles to fight against infinite monsters that are god-like, despite all the handicaps. Think about the second and first. You might think it's 'fake,' but we're still in the early scenarios, not in the 40s or 50s. We can compare then, but for now, let's put aside who's the strongest. Are you the strongest in the world? That's too high of a goal. How about a different question—are you stronger than you were yesterday? If not, you should work on improving yourself. If you are, then keep up the good work."

[Majority of Constellations agree with your opinion.]

[Minority of Constellations see your lies.]

"Satan, please shut them up. I don't want another fanatic."

"Relax, keep lying to make it believable."

"Valtor, your reward is here. You should claim it."

I noticed a beautiful box not far from here—a White Porcelain Pandora Box from the God of War series, and there were three of them.

[Pandora Box: A box containing gifts to the Incarnation V for his hard work in the Hidden Scenario. The box contains many Divine Skills, Transcendence Abilities, Universe-Level Relics, and other rare goods only the worthy can claim.]

"Blessings from the Lord," I muttered as I tried to open it. But the moment I did, everyone around me started swarming toward it like loot goblins. They were all greedy and barbaric, trying to claim the box, but it didn't budge—not even an inch.

I stepped back, sipping my tea, looking at these greedy, uncivilized fools. Good thing I had abandoned my humanity a long time ago.

I called upon Maria, and she appeared, sitting beside me.

It was time to increase my stats. I had collected so many souls from my battles in the Monster Hunter scenario.

[Vigor Lv. 321,456], [Attunement Lv. 789,123], [Endurance Lv. 234,567], [Vitality Lv. 654,321], [Strength Lv. 456,789], [Dexterity Lv. 543,210], [Intelligence Lv. 987,654], [Faith Lv. 111,111], [Luck Lv. 888,888], [Divinity Lv. 1,234]

I lowered my Divinity stat in case it conflicted with any of the requirements. Laying my head on Maria's lap, I closed my eyes and let myself drift into rest. Maria leaned against the cold stone wall nearby, with a glowing bonfire warming us against the freezing air.

Several Constellations had their attention drawn to Maria's beauty. Some Incarnations found themselves charmed by her as well. But seeing me resting on her lap sent a clear message to anyone watching: Maria belonged to someone else, and no amount of attempts would change that.

Some women and girls looked envious of her. She had the best man, yet she gave absolutely zero attention to their feelings.

I activated Speed-Up, extending my short sleep into a time dilation: two minutes of rest felt like four months.

Maria gently caressed my hair and smiled as I rested.

"Who are you, miss?" a voice from the crowd asked. Maria turned her gaze toward the onlookers.

"My name is Maria. I am my Lord's partner on his journey."

"Are you his wife or girlfriend?" someone pressed.

"For that question, I have no obligation to answer," she said calmly.

"Are you single?" A few men were particularly persistent, and their question drew visible annoyance from others. Men being men... always trying to conquer all that was beautiful.

"I have someone to look after."

"That him? He can be independent. Join me as my partner instead. We can journey together and look after one another." The man grinned, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Maria simply smiled at his words, ignoring him entirely. She knew these weaklings were nothing but parasites, not worth her time or attention.

"How about it?" the man pressed again, but Maria didn't answer. She continued her soft, gentle motion of caressing my hair.

"Hey, I'm talking to you," I said coldly.

Before the man could respond, I summoned my energy blade and split him in half with a swift motion. His body came apart with a horrible sound as blood gushed from his split remains. His lifeblood sprayed everywhere except the bonfire.

"Scum," I muttered as his body fell to the ground, his blood pooling beneath him. My energy blade, which had previously been solid ice, was now glowing with a bright, pure light. The eerie, stained red from his blood clinging to it made it all the more haunting to look at.

Maria giggled softly and continued to caress my hair without a care in the world.

I summoned my Titan Chain, and it fetched the Pandora box, placing it onto my V-Unit. With everything secured, I allowed myself to return to my sleep for a little while longer before diving into the next hidden scenario. We waited for the main scenario to conclude while I rested peacefully, not concerned with the chaos around me.