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Chapter 405

At the same time.

The Demon Realm.

Bang!

Logos, who had been observing everything, slammed his fist down on the table.

“That damned human dares to covet our throne!”

“Tch. Now we can’t see a thing anymore.”

Armageddon, seated beside him, clicked his tongue.

They had rushed over upon hearing that the Heavenly Realm had suddenly intervened, only to discover that it was all happening in some unknown, lowly dimension they had never even heard of.

The disappointment was palpable.

“Haa… Didn’t I tell you not to waste your efforts on foolish things?”

Psyche, watching from across the table, looked at Logos with an expression of contempt.

“So you’re saying this is my fault now?”

Logos’s lips twitched with anger.

“Are you saying it’s not?”

“Ha! Do you even know how many dimensions I’ve destroyed so far?”

Even those who wielded the power of creation could not act against the order of things.

To destroy a dimension, several conditions had to be met—one of which was to control at least 80% of that dimension.

Logos had been using games as a means to dominate dimensions before destroying them.

“And because of that, we now have this little variable, don’t we?”

Psyche smiled faintly, twisting the knife.

But Logos had no words of rebuttal.

Of the five Named Ones, three supported Logos, while Psyche consistently opposed him.

Her reason was simple—beings with intelligence were unpredictable.

And her concerns had just become reality.

“What other method was there then? Should we have just left Tenebris alone?”

Their spree of destruction had begun because the sealed Tenebris had gone into hiding somewhere within the dimensions.

A pawn of the Heavenly Realm.

Never had they imagined he would stoop so low as to shed his angelic guise just to play spy.

And they had shared everything with him without suspecting a thing.

If that were ever to be carried off to the Heavenly Realm, their position would become dangerously compromised.

In the worst-case scenario, they could end up seized and thrown into the Abyss, writhing in endless torment.

“Psyche… you really are strange.”

Armageddon rested his chin on his hand, staring straight at her.

“Strange?” Psyche tilted her head.

“You always present sound reasoning, but in the end, your arguments always seem to put the Heavenly Realm at an advantage.”

At his words, all eyes turned toward her.

“Let’s be precise. I merely pointed out the problems with valid reasoning, that’s all.”

“Don’t play word games.”

“Why? It’s the truth, isn’t it?”

Psyche smiled faintly.

“Then shouldn’t you be asking me for the countermeasure that follows from it?”

Logos glared at Psyche as he spoke.

In response, she clicked her tongue and shot a sharp look at Armageddon.

“Even just pointing out the problem makes you spew crap like that—so why bother?”

“Hah, amusing. You just turn it all around and pin the blame on me.”

“Enough. Quiet, both of you.” The source of thɪs content is novel_fіre.net

At last, Urion, who had been watching in silence, stepped in to mediate.

“Tch… Either way, the point is that we can no longer interfere in that dimension with our own hands, isn’t it?”

Beelzebub let out an exasperated sigh.

At his words, the Named Ones—including Logos—remained silent.

They felt deep rage at having been outmaneuvered by a mere human, but even more troubling was the fact that they had given the Heavenly Realm an excuse to intervene.

“That human will come here.”

At Psyche’s remark, Logos gave a nod.

“Of course. The Heavenly Realm has staked everything on him now.”

The Seven Virtues’ Boxes.

Even Logos knew of them well.

They were treasures cherished by the God above all else.

For such boxes to have been handed to a human meant only one thing—no matter what it took, the Heavenly Realm intended to hunt them down here.

“If we rush recklessly to capture him, we could end up on the losing side.”

“So what, you mean we just sit back and watch him run free?”

Armageddon grinned as he fired back.

Psyche sighed before adding more.

“He won’t come charging into our realm right away. More likely, he’ll start with the Demon Realm, where the Demon Kings rule.”

“The Demon Realm? You mean he plans to seize everything from the bottom up?”

“That’s right.”

“Hmph… Fine. Okay.”

Armageddon rose to his feet.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To keep watch over the Demon Realm.”

“Didn’t you just hear what I said?”

“I heard it. With my ears. But no matter how wildly a human thrashes about, he’s still just a creature. Do you really think he can cut me down just because he has the Virtues and the Holy Sword?”

Psyche didn’t deny it.

If it was Armageddon, he could neutralize the Holy Sword without much trouble.

The real issue was that the human wasn’t wielding only the sword.

There was always the chance he carried something else that could threaten even Armageddon.

“Do as you please.”

But Psyche didn’t voice that part aloud.

There was no point—he wouldn’t listen anyway.

“Then I’ll go with you.”

Beelzebub raised his hand as he spoke.

He was the one who had forged the Demon Realm.

Unlike Armageddon, he knew its every detail intimately.

“You’ll be able to sense when the human crosses over, won’t you?”

“Exactly. That’s why I said I should go with him.”

“…Fine. Then you go.”

After a brief moment of thought, Armageddon sat back down.

“Huh? You want me to go alone?”

“Do you really think it takes both of us to deal with just one human? I only volunteered because no one else seemed willing.”

“Tch, how dull. Then you all just sit here quietly and watch from the sidelines.”

With that, Beelzebub immediately departed for the Demon Realm.

Psyche, meanwhile, silently fixed her gaze on Armageddon.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

Noticing her stare, Armageddon smirked and brushed a hand across his cheek.

“…Strange man.”

Psyche averted her eyes, muttering softly at his unpredictable behavior.

“Thanks for the compliment.”

* * *

After finishing his task in Muran, Jeong-Hoon finally logged out and returned to the outside world.

As always—no matter how many times he experienced it—returning to his ordinary body after logging out felt awkward and difficult to adapt to.

“Jeong-Hoon, you’re out?”

In the living room, his mother was eating a late lunch. Sitting beside her was Hajin.

“Yes. But Hajin, why are you here?”

“Idiot! You didn’t check your whispers, so I had to come find you in person.”

“Whispers?”

Jeong-Hoon tilted his head in confusion.

All the way up until destroying the core in Muran, he hadn’t received a single whisper.

If he had seen one, he would’ve responded right away.

“Yeah. Just how busy have you been?”

“…I’ve been a little busy. But what was so important that you had to come all the way here?”

“Oh, nothing else—just about HoneyTube.”

“HoneyTube?”

“Yeah. Dae-Hwi’s been pestering me nonstop, asking when the next content’s coming out.”

Now that he thought about it—HoneyTube.

Ever since Earth had stabilized, there hadn’t been much need to run it, so he’d lost interest. Apparently, that had made Jang Dae-Hwi anxious.

‘How many subscribers does HoneyTube have now?’

Jeong-Hoon pulled out his smartphone and checked HoneyTube.

[HoneyTube]

Subscribers: 4.7212 million

The count stood at 4.72 million.

Compared to the days when it had easily passed 100 million, the number seemed meager, but it was still far from small.

‘That’s right… HoneyTube only exploded in growth after the Realization happened.’

After the Realization, HoneyTube had seen astronomical growth.

It had been possible thanks to the massive influx of foreign viewers.

But now, since this was still before the Realization—and because his streaming and video activity had slowed—the growth had stagnated.

“Hajin, you said you sent me a whisper, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you log into the game right now and try sending me a whisper again?”

“A whisper?”

“I need to check something.”

“Oh, alright.”

Just as Hajin hurried to get up, Jeong-hoon’s mother pressed him back down into his seat.

“It’s fine, eat first before you go. Jeong-hoon, why are you rushing your friend when he hasn’t even had his meal yet?”

“Then… I guess you’re right.”

Hajin glanced at Jeong-hoon and reluctantly picked up his spoon again.

Jeong-hoon nodded and sat down in the empty seat.

“Alright then. I’ll eat too while I’m at it.”

“Good. Wait just a moment.”

* * *

After the meal, Jeong-hoon met Hajin inside Atlas.

The moment Hajin spotted him, his jaw dropped wide open.

“Y-you! Just what have you been doing?!”

“What do you mean?”

Jeong-hoon tilted his head in confusion.

What on earth had he seen to be this shocked?

“You’re glowing! Literally glowing!”

“Glowing?”

“Yes! It’s so dazzling I can’t even look straight at you! And your info isn’t showing up at all.”

“My info isn’t showing…? Try sending me a whisper.”

“Oh, right, give me a sec… Sent it!”

Hajin quickly typed a single letter — “ㅇ” — and sent it as a whisper.

But no whisper arrived in front of Jeong-hoon.

“It’s not coming through.”

“What? I just sent it! Let me try again.”

Even after resending, nothing showed up.

“That’s enough. Now I get it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Then I’ll tell you the next destination.”

“Destination?”

“Arandis. Make this the next HoneyTube content.”

Arandis.

By now, everyone had likely grown strong enough to enter Arandis.

Just like Jeong-hoon had done, as long as they cleared the quests and opened the path, they’d be able to explore the entire region of Arandis.

If Hajin and the others revealed their levels there, the impact would be enormous.

With that, even Jang Dae-hwi wouldn’t be able to nag about content anymore.

“What about you, Hoon?”

After all, Jeong-hoon was the actual owner of HoneyTube.

He should be the one running the broadcast, yet now it felt like he was passing everything over to Hajin.

And that was exactly what he intended.

“I’ve got something else I need to take care of. So you, HoneyTube No. 2, handle it in my place.”

“M-me?!”

“Yeah. I don’t think I’m needed for it anymore.”

“What do you mean…?”

“I’m handing it over. HoneyTube.”

At the words that he was giving away HoneyTube with 4.72 million subscribers, Hajin’s mouth dropped wide open.

Jeong-hoon wasn’t someone who didn’t understand the value of a YouTube channel nearing five million subscribers.

So why would someone who knew that better than anyone willingly give it away?

“Hey… you’re messing with me, right?”

Hajin thought Jeong-hoon was just joking around.

“What are you talking about? Why would I joke about something like this?”

“No, think about it. That’s 4.72 million subscribers! The channel only slowed down because uploads stopped. If you start posting videos consistently again, you’ll hit ten million in no time!”

Ten million.

It wasn’t an easy number to reach, but with Jeong-hoon’s abilities, Hajin was confident it wouldn’t even be that hard.

“Take it or leave it.”

“What?”

“You said you don’t want it. Then I’ll just pretend I never brought it up.”

“W-wait! I changed my mind!”

Hajin grabbed Jeong-hoon in a panic.

“Why?”

“I mean… you’re serious? Not joking?”

“How many times do I have to say it? So, what’s it gonna be?”

“I-I’ll do it!”

Turning down a channel with 4.72 million subscribers would be insane.

“Good. Then from now on, you’re HoneyTube No. 1.”

Jeong-hoon smirked as he placed a hand on Hajin’s shoulder.

“…So that means all the revenue is mine too, right?”

“Eighty-twenty.”

“Eighty-twenty?”

“Yeah. I’m handing over the channel, so just give me twenty.”

“…Twenty’s a bit steep.”

“In exchange, I’ll teach you exactly what to do.”

“You’ll teach me?”

“Yeah. I’ll keep telling you where you need to go, just like now. And I’ll even let you in on the locations of hidden opportunities along the way.”

“Deal!”

[Translator - Kiteretsu]

[Proofreader - Kyros]