Translator: Dreamscribe

UruBear had met a glorious end.

He charged through the path toward the black pillar, throwing himself at the goblins. Fending off the rushing goblins with his shield, he fought in a fierce melee, and eventually, surrounded by goblins, he died on the spot.

-Ah, he’s dead.

-But he did everything he needed to before dying.

-Wow... that’s badass. That’s what a tank is.

-Yeah yeah, I see Bear bro in a new light

-UruBear, you’re a star now!

He could no longer fight alongside his comrades.

More than anything, UruBear was heartbroken by that fact.

‘I can’t log in for three days.’

But he had no regrets.

Just the fact that he was part of that battlefield filled him with deep pride.

UruBear thought he would be logged out at that point.

‘Huh?’

But he wasn’t logged out and was able to watch the battlefield from where he died. It was similar to being in the customization room.

-What is this?

-Can’t get out?

-So do we have to stay here for three days without respawning?

UruBear kept watching the battlefield without disconnecting.

'Aaargh! No!'

When things took a turn toward despair, he was furious at not being able to help.

‘Yeah! That’s it!’

When a miracle occurred, he was happier than anyone else. When the Saintess appeared, he was utterly mesmerized.

-I’ve decided. My new class.

-If I get a Soul Link, I’m becoming a Cleric immediately.

-Ugh, ughhh!!

-Somehow... I’m feeling something strangely blasphemous....

And now, as that damn lich and troll reappeared, UruBear’s whole body itched with anticipation. He wanted to jump in and join the fight right away, but sadly, he was still dead.

It was then.

Fwaaaash!

Particles of light flew toward him and pierced into his body.

[Saintess Airi, with the miraculous power bestowed by the Heroes of the future, is attempting to resurrect you. Do you wish to rejoin the battlefield?]

-Resurrection?

-Holy shit, resurrection!

-Resurrection alertttttttt!

-Saintess noona!!!

The moment that prompt appeared, the chat exploded!

Of course!

There was no need to even say it.

The instant he accepted, his vision brightened.

“Huh? U-UruBear-nim?”

Fwaash!

He appeared right beside Haebyul.

“I have returned!!”

UruBear raised his massive shield high.

His body was fully restored!

And he wasn’t the only one resurrected.

Light pillars shot up all around, and players began to appear one by one.

[Surviving Heroes: 203]

The pillars of light rapidly multiplied, filling the surroundings.

The resurrected players looked at each other and laughed heartily.

“Whoa! I’m alive!”

“I’m back!”

“Waaah! I really got resurrected!”

“Thank you! Heroes of the future!”

“Hope you win that Soul Link!”

[Surviving Heroes: 554]

Fwaaash! Fwaaaash!

The light pillars expanded like ripples, covering the entire area. It looked as if a land made of light had formed.

[Surviving Heroes: 652]

[Surviving Heroes: 742]

Whoooooosh!

All the light pillars that had surged up from the ground suddenly shook violently, then exploded, dyeing the land in golden light.

The Golden Arsilan.

A fragment of that legend had now appeared here, even if only faintly.

[Surviving Heroes: 802]

Every single player had been resurrected without exception.

And then.

[Light of Miracle: 6,231,213 lives]

The radiant light did not vanish and remained around the players.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The troll, engulfed in black currents, charged forward madly. The lich darkened the surroundings once again and soared into the air.

Clack!

The players, as if they had been waiting for this moment, all raised their weapons.

“Fuck yeah! For the awesome Arsilan!”

Who was the first to shout?

It didn’t matter.

“I love you! Arsilan!”

“This is my home!”

“Let’s gooooo!”

“Yaaaah! For Arsilan! Fucking for Arsilan!”

All the players let out a war cry and charged toward the enemy.

No one could contain the emotion surging from within.

“Haha!”

Jinwoo, watching from behind, burst out laughing.

He too drew his sword and began to run alongside the players.

* * *

The Magic Tower was in absolute chaos.

The Magic Developers were being ground away in real time.

“Aaah! The computation is jammed! There’s an overload, and we’re short on processing power!”

“Cut it off and do it yourself.”

Tiris pulled out the tube connected to the Magic Tower and stuck it into the head of a Magic Developer. The Magic Developer’s eyes twitched, and soon the tower's computational abilities began to stabilize.

"The illusion magic is breaking down!"

“Just blur the black smoke and convert it to light particles. Strip out the minor effects.”

"The reserve magic power is being consumed!"

"Hmm, the magic consumption is more severe than I thought."

Tiris looked at the Magic Developer. The Magic Developer closed his eyes tightly and plugged a tube into his own body. Reserve mana quickly surged.

At present, the Magic Tower was using most of its power to maintain the Magic Barrier, and all other resources were being used to keep everything running.

For now, things were stable, but the problem was what came next.

“As expected, we’ll need a new Magic Developer.”

Tiris thought so and nodded.

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