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There are too many non-believers in cyberpunk – Chapter 24

.。.:✧ A Cyberpunk Believer (1) ✧:.。.

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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Amon was a very rational man.

This was a natural trait for a hardcore gamer.

In speedruns or hardcore modes, a single mistake could send you back to the very beginning.

Therefore, even with countless gamer tricks and bug exploits in his head, he wouldn’t attempt a hardcore run if the success rate wasn’t above 80%.

He’d save the game at that point, enter easy mode, and only utilize the strategy after repeated practice raised the success rate past 80%.

This strategic approach applied even to his first playthrough of a new series.

He wasn’t fond of failure.

Before the pioneers’ strategies emerged, he preferred overwhelming bosses with sheer levels rather than relying on numerous tries and precise controls.

He always entered boss fights at least 10 levels above the recommended level, and wouldn’t even consider facing the final boss until he had the ultimate gear.

And this cautiousness intensified after the game became reality.

There were no saves, no resurrections, and no guides, so it was only natural.

The reason he avoided the Higzen Distribution, despite being capable of annihilating them in a single night, was that the success rate wasn’t 100%.

He only took the risk when they crossed the line and left him with no other choice.

Charging into a megacorp without a strategy and incomplete development wasn’t his style.

He only put his plan into action because there was a relatively high chance of success—simply piggybacking on the nuke the Higzen Group had already created. He would never engage in a fight with a win probability below 50%.

Furthermore, Amon knew very well how reckless it was to challenge the dungeon boss who effortlessly subdued the security guards he couldn’t defeat.

He knew how foolish it was to attack without a strategy and insufficient development.

The opponent was a dungeon boss, after all.

Even if he didn’t defeat it right then and there, it wouldn’t run away.

Calmly escaping the dungeon and returning after becoming sufficiently powerful was a far safer and more ideal solution.

However…

[Since the Goddess herself is a cowardly relic of the past, her apostles also only know how to run away.]

He changed his mind upon hearing these words, words he could never, and should never, ignore.

‘What child would stand idly by while their parents are insulted to their face?’

Regardless of time or place, insulting someone’s parents is an unforgivable sin.

The moment he heard those words, Amon had only one plan.

He would behead that bastard and hang his head in the square to feed the crows.

This thought consumed him.

“The Lord wills it.”

Amidst his burning rage, Amon calmly assessed the fight against the dungeon boss.

First, his own condition.

Although he was effortlessly defeated by the head of security, his eyes had followed the head’s movements.

The problem was simply the lack of a proper weapon due to the hasty infiltration and having no knowledge of the head of security’s patterns.

But now it was different.

In his hand, he held the sword of the deceased (?), or rather, monster-transformed, head of security.

As for the patterns…

‘I can’t be certain, but the patterns are likely similar to the final boss of Punk City 1.’

More accurately, a downgraded version, perhaps.

The summoning method was the same, and their appearance and manner of speaking were similar.

Since the amount of sacrifice was smaller, the patterns would be simpler or weaker.

Something like that.

His reaction speed was at its peak, his weapon was sufficient, and he knew the patterns.

The conclusion: it was doable.

Of course, he wasn’t certain.

If he became overconfident and even a single new pattern emerged, he could face instant logout from life. He decided to treat his assumptions as mere references.

Amon observed the dungeon boss’s movements from behind the cross formed by his twin swords.

‘Don’t get it twisted.’

He wasn’t a strategist, but a challenger.

He didn’t know the boss’s patterns and had only one chance.

A strategist would have charged in first to save time.

They would charge in, perceive the foreshadowing from a single finger twitch or breath of the boss, and react accordingly.

They would weave in optimal damage, following the most optimized route, down to the millimeter.

But a challenger had no such initiative.

A challenger had to evade according to the boss’s displayed patterns, attack only during safe windows for a limited time, and wait for the next pattern.

That’s why Amon waited.

The dungeon boss was the one who was desperate, and that arrogant demon would reveal her hand on her own.

Sure enough, the first pattern emerged in less than a minute.

As she gestured, Amon immediately rolled to the side.

Crack!

With the sound of shattering glass, a cross-shaped scar was etched where Amon had been standing.

‘Phase 1. Stigma pattern.’

Amon rolled twice more from that spot. While dodging the attack, the phrase “doable” echoed in his mind.

‘Reactable speed.’

Check.

Approaching the boss while rolling, he swung his swords twice.

His swords bounced back with a clang!

A barrier.

At first glance, it was a disappointing result, but Amon took it as a positive sign.

‘If I weren’t a threat, she wouldn’t have deployed a barrier.’

Moreover, although it was just a feeling, it seemed like the barrier had weakened slightly with each attack.

Equipment and strength: sufficient.

Without getting impatient, he retreated and waited for the next pattern.

‘Don’t get greedy.’

No barrier had infinite durability, and time was on Amon’s side.

It was Amon who would die if he got greedy and took a hit.

The boss was puzzled by Amon attacking only twice before retreating, but she continued her assault.

This exchange between Amon and the boss repeated several times.

The barrier shattered, and Amon finally succeeded in wounding the boss’s palm.

‘Phase 2!’

The moment he grazed her hand, Amon created distance.

As expected, the demon, now injured by Amon, pulled out her staff and spoke.

“How sorrowful. My wound. Thus, I say, this is truly a hardship. Must I endure this?”

Although spoken eloquently, the message boiled down to: I’m hurt, I’m angry, now I’m getting serious.

Phase 2 began as she struck the ground with her staff.

In response, golden light poured down from the sky.

A scene that could be perceived as holy at first glance.

But Amon knew well that golden light wasn’t necessarily holy.

‘For that matter, you could dye thermite gold.’

You shouldn’t trust what you see.

For that matter, a robber could wear a police uniform and wield a police gun.

What mattered was the substance, not some holy effect.

In the first place, Divine power wasn’t exclusive to holy beings.

Entities, demons, and villains all wielded Divine power under the guise of mystic power.

They were perfectly capable of feigning holiness with effects.

A golden pillar of light plunged where Amon had been standing.

Amon evaded, leaving behind an ominously charred mark.

‘If it were truly a holy light, I wouldn’t have dodged it.’

Starting with that light, Phase 2 unfolded in a holy atmosphere.

As if asserting her true sainthood, the boss room transformed into a bright white temple.

Grumbling about the sudden flash of light in the middle of the night, Amon swung his sword.

Clang!

A wall, invisible due to the white background and optical illusion, shattered.

‘Phase 2 is a bit different.’

The white wall pattern wasn’t used by the final boss.

If anything, it was a technique used by the mid-bosses, her four heavenly kings.

He’d suspected a build-up since the background turned white, and as expected, that pattern appeared.

‘Well, this is reality.’

She wouldn’t limit herself to predetermined skills like in a game, and she wouldn’t refrain from using certain skills for balance reasons.

Amon himself was using single-sword techniques with dual swords, and that couldn’t be called cheating.

With that thought, Amon danced, dodging the attacks.

He sliced at the demon’s flesh whenever an opportunity arose.

Strangely, the demon didn’t regenerate the cuts he inflicted.

Initially, wary of a trap, Amon remained cautious. However, when she didn’t heal even after he deeply cut the back of her knee, he became certain.

‘Can’t she regenerate?’

It was highly likely.

Good news for Amon.

At least she was easier to deal with than a regenerating enemy.

Amon calmly increased the number of wounds on the demon’s body.

The demon swung her staff, sending down pillars of light,
summoned a rain of spears from the sky,
and set fire to the surroundings, leaving no place to step.

But when Amon dodged everything, she swung the staff, creating a blade of light at its tip in a desperate attack.

However, a magic-focused demon wielding a spear wasn’t particularly threatening.

It would hurt if it landed, but dodging it was enough.

Amon dodged even that and swung his sword at the demon’s neck.

“Aaagh!!”

“Tsk. Missed?”

He’d aimed for the neck, but the boss dodged, and he missed but was able to slash both eyes open.

It was a critical hit, but not enough to finish her.

The demon screamed, black blood pouring from her eyes.

“Aaah!!! Aaaah!!! Why do you take away my light! My only remaining possession, why are you so cruel!!”

[Mother! Mother!]

The blinded demon called out for the Goddess.

She poured out her resentment towards the unresponsive Goddess, then redirected it at Amon.

“Aaah! Amon!! Amon!! Why do you persecute me!!”

An utterly shameless statement.

She was the one who started the fight, filled with the intent to kill, yet now she played the victim.

But Amon didn’t bother refuting her point by point.

‘Shamelessness is a demon’s basic virtue.’

Amon kept his eyes locked on the demon.

He wanted to aim for the neck to finish her, but seeing the dripping black blood dispelled that desire.

It wasn’t a pity.

Judging by the black smoke rising from the blood, it was time for her transformation.

Amon wasn’t one to observe transformation etiquette. If he rushed in without knowing what she would transform into, he could be hit by a blind attack and have his name etched on a tombstone.

The wait wasn’t long.

The black tears dripping from the demon’s eyes covered her lower body.

The black tears congealed, transforming her lower body into a long, black serpent.

‘Good thing I waited.’

A black liquid oozed thickly from her slime-like lower body.

The liquid corroded everything it touched.

If he’d charged in, thinking her final form would be identical to the Antichrist, he would have been swallowed by that liquid.

Her lower body wriggled and slid towards Amon.

‘She’s not even trying to hide it now.’

Shedding the pretense of holiness, Phase 3 began.

Phase 3 was a transformation he’d never seen before.

However, that wasn’t a reason for Amon to give up.

He’d already prepared himself for the fact that reality wouldn’t be the same as the game.

‘There’s no need to force an attack.’

Her entering Phase 3 meant she was cornered.

Instead of forcing an offensive, a defensive, slow, and steady approach was sufficient.

The problem was that, not knowing the patterns, he couldn’t dodge every attack and had to parry the monster’s spear.

If someone asked whether he had the speed and strength to block the spear wielded by that monster…

‘I have to.’

If he couldn’t, he would die.

Amon calmly adjusted his grip on his sword.

He sheathed one of his twin swords at his waist and faced the demon with a single blade.

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Finally, Phase 3 began.

The demon swung her spear.

Clang!

With a sound like exploding air, Amon was pushed back.

He quickly checked the condition of his sword.

He’d taken it from one of the chairman’s personal guards, so he expected it to be sturdy, and it had held up reasonably well.

The problem was that his muscles seemed closer to breaking than the sword.

‘That hurts…’

Barely managing the tingling pain, Amon blocked the next attack.

Clang!

His arm went numb again.

Fortunately, the demon, blinded, couldn’t launch swift combo attacks. Her attacks were large and telegraphed.

This gave him ample time to recover from the damage to his arm.

Perhaps growing impatient with Amon constantly blocking her spear, the demon gripped it with both hands and swung with all her might.

As if challenging him to block it.

But Amon didn’t oblige. He jumped or ducked to evade.

Their fierce exchange continued.

The demon used magic amidst her spear attacks, but Amon retreated at the slightest sign of a spell.

Having lost her sight, she couldn’t use precise magic to target Amon, resorting to indiscriminate, omnidirectional spells.

Ironically, these spells were harder for Amon to defend against.

Lacking regularity and prior knowledge, they were difficult to evade.

As a result, for the first time, magic that hadn’t touched him when she had her sight now struck him.

“Ugh!”

A stray laser seared Amon’s side.

A searing pain shot down his spine.

His clothes melted and stuck to his burned skin.

But he didn’t flinch, silently enduring the attack.

Finally, the moment he’d been waiting for arrived.

The demon lunged forward with a decisive thrust.

Amon sidestepped the spear and stepped on it, preventing her from retrieving it.

“?!”

While the demon was momentarily disoriented by the sudden weight on the spear tip, Amon threw his sword.

Thud!

The sword embedded itself in the demon’s forehead.

She thrashed in pain, but the fact that she didn’t die proved she was truly a demon.

Amon grabbed the spear beneath his feet, wresting it from the demon’s grasp.

The demon pathetically reached out as her hand suddenly felt lighter, but Amon felt no sympathy.

Amon’s Divine power flowed into the spear.

The spear generated a much larger blade than when wielded by the demon.

Although blind, the demon flinched, sensing the immense Divinr power. Amon stepped forward.

“Return to hell, demon!”

He swung the spear upwards in a diagonal slash.

A trajectory of light was etched in the air, extending past the demon and into the wall behind her.

Struck directly by Amon’s attack, the demon froze, a golden line marking her body.

Amon silently observed.

Crack.

In the silence, cracks began to spread from the golden line across the demon’s body, and

[Kyaaaaaack!!]

With a final scream devoid of all dignity, she turned to ash.

Only then did Amon, certain of his victory, breathe a sigh of relief.

“Huu…”

Amon, having vanquished the demon with his entire being, didn’t feel a sense of accomplishment or superiority.

The first thought that came to him was…

“Ugh… I need to control my temper.”

It was the post-rage clarity.

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There Are Too Many Non-Believers in Cyberpunk

There Are Too Many Non-Believers in Cyberpunk

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Artist: Released: 2024 Native Language: Korean
I was reincarnated into a game. Without any price, by the pure grace of the Goddess. Overwhelmed by that grace, I even developed a faith I didn't have before. So, I tried to live diligently and righteously. ...But there are too many bastards who keep crossing the line, even for cyberpunk. Deus Vult. God wills it. It's a crusade, you bastards.

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IllidanNoWomen10000
7 days ago

Felt kinda… Very underwhelming and plot armored

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