Ch.91Chapter 91 – The Terminally Ill Mentor of Final Bosses (2)

Yog-Sothoth realized something was going wrong as he witnessed the scene unfolding before his eyes.

It wasn’t a comprehensive judgment made through reason, but an instinctive howl crying out.

“This is impossible. How can a mere mortal human wield the power of a creator…”

Yog-Sothoth attempted to penetrate Bing-yeon’s true nature with thousands of eyes created from swelling purple bubbles.

How could it be that the energy and appearance emanating from that man could change so instantly?

Normally, many lives burn their final embers at the end of their existence. He knew that was the desperate struggle and final weapon permitted to mortals.

The figures called heroes who had previously raised blades against him had done the same.

But,

“What exactly are you…?”

What Bing-yeon was doing to his disciples was a sight difficult to comprehend even for Yog-Sothoth, the de facto leader of the Outer Gods.

Reality manipulation that completely transformed multiple people’s lives with just a few lines of text was something only beings called gods could accomplish.

“…Didn’t I tell you earlier? I am these children’s master.”

“Such a reason couldn’t possibly enable this. Do you truly believe your third-rate novel can change reality?”

Yog-Sothoth’s voice trembled slightly, and he deliberately strained his throat to lower his voice, trying not to show it.

He had realized that this wasn’t mere reality manipulation—it was something tremendous that could erase even his existence if Bing-yeon wished it.

‘…I must kill him immediately.’

The conclusion in Yog-Sothoth’s mind was simple. Originally, he had planned to end things by killing Han Do-hyeon’s most precious person in the most painful way as punishment for seducing his wife, but…

It was dangerous that Bing-yeon had acquired reality manipulation abilities like the Outer Gods themselves.

‘Otherwise, he might truly wound me…’

With that thought, Yog-Sothoth rose up. A massive bubble, seemingly about 1km in diameter, rose up with countless geometric patterns writhing to announce his presence.

“…A third-rate novel, you say. That’s accurate. After all, I never properly concluded any of my novels.”

Bing-yeon walked forward silently as he listened to Yog-Sothoth’s words. His novels merely reflected his past, making various characters miserable.

In the end, he wanted more people to remember his stories, repeatedly suspending serialization out of personal greed, expecting success to come someday.

Although talent plays a large part in the writing profession, he had thought too lightly that one only needed to not give up on their dreams.

“But I believe a writer must take responsibility. That’s what it means to have writing as one’s profession.”

As Bing-yeon said this, he swung the pen he was holding in the air. Since a writer is someone who tells stories through writing, he thought arguing like this was meaningless.

– [The reason I first began writing novels was because of my first love.]

Bing-yeon began writing the first paragraph of a novel. He was calmly and heavily transferring his past and emotions into words.

A new novel created by combining all his previously discontinued works: “Diamond Fist King,” “I Need To Kill The Hero,” and “I was Possessed In Idle Game.”

“The title of this novel will be… Yes, ‘I Became the Terminally Ill Master of Final Bosses’ would be fitting.”

Bing-yeon thought this while looking at his disciples who were cutting through bubbles and opening a path toward Yog-Sothoth.

There couldn’t be a more fitting title in this world.

When Han Do-hyeon wrote “Diamond Fist King” as his first web novel, he wrote it after Yoo Seol-hwa’s suicide, rewriting and pouring out sticky emotions with even the smallest hope gone from an already dark content.

He had even committed the atrocity of not revealing Bi-wol’s past, depriving her of the opportunity to be understood or sympathized with by readers.

“Master, please go ahead. This girl will take responsibility here.”

Now Bi-wol was swinging her sword with a bright smile toward the master who had changed her. Even though her hands were visibly trembling from countless battles with outer gods.

“Yes, thank you.”

Bing-yeon left Bi-wol behind and ran forward, beginning to write with his moving hand.

He thought that if he could change this world like his own novel, it wouldn’t be impossible to wound Yog-Sothoth, who was considered nearly invincible.

– [I wrote simply because the girl sitting next to me dreamed of becoming a ‘novelist,’ and I wanted to impress her.]

Bing-yeon thought of Yoo Seol-hwa, who wasn’t present, as he engraved letters in the air and drove away the approaching purple bubbles.

The reason he began writing in the first place was because of one girl. A lover who showed a boy gazing at the dark night sky that bright starlight existed.

Yoo Seol-hwa.

– [I was a human without talent. Writing skill, description, setting, etc. I was lacking in everything without exception.]

Compared to her, Han Do-hyeon was truly a talentless and unremarkable writer, but he was satisfied that he could share the same dream.

He met Yoo Seol-hwa and experienced a love he could never have again, and thanks to that, he could now meet these final bosses he had created.

“…This means I have no choice but to show my ‘true heart.'”

Bing-yeon gritted his teeth, recalling the comment Shub-Niggurath had left him previously.

No matter how indescribably terrible and grotesque the being before him was, he had to fight and win.

That was what he considered a proper ending and what he needed to do for those who believed in him.

“Master! Just hold on a little longer! I’ve almost cleared away this damned creature’s bubbles!”

Verdandi was swinging her holy sword, helping clear the path for Bing-yeon with the brightest voice of all.

When Han Do-hyeon wrote his second web novel, “I Need To Kill The Hero,” he was feeling doubtful about lies and truth after being scammed by someone he knew.

In the later parts, he had planned a gloomy ending where Verdandi would commit suicide due to her mother’s death.

But the current Verdandi had the brightest personality, setting an example for others. She showed courage to easily overcome even the darkest situations.

‘I just need to wound him. Even a tiny scratch would be good. Now I must use every means available to me…!’

With that thought, Bing-yeon began wielding the Heavenly Demon Divine Art and Ice-White Divine Art in each hand. There was no reason not to give his all when his disciples were working so hard.

“You minnow-like bastards… Do you think you can actually wound me…?!”

Yog-Sothoth read Bing-yeon’s thoughts and moved his enormous arm in tremendous anger. The body part that instantly filled their vision attempted to flatten and kill them.

At that moment, multiple afterimages overlapped, and Bing-yeon and his disciples’ positions instantly shifted.

“Receive this miracle. Brother, with my ability, you should be able to easily approach Yog-Sothoth.”

Azazel, who had gained the ability to foresee possible parallel universes like in the original work and move between world lines, embraced Bing-yeon from behind.

She whispered seductively to her master and even performed embarrassing acts, moving the tentacles on her back to stimulate various places.

“Th-thank you, Azazel.”

“I believe you won’t forget your promise to take responsibility as a woman, not just a disciple, when this is all over. We’ve grown into adults as time has passed.”

“…Yes.”

Bing-yeon could only blush and answer while looking at Azazel. His disciples, who had become final bosses just like in the original timeline and grown into adults, were too stimulating.

“What unfunny tricks you’re playing. This will be your last struggle…!!”

With that, Yog-Sothoth once again poured out masses of purple bubbles toward Bing-yeon and his disciples, and the massive torrent grabbed Bing-yeon like tentacles.

“Master…!”

“Master!!”

“Brother….”

The disciples let out sighs seeing that sight. They thought their master would die without even inflicting a proper wound.

But,

“Bi-wol, Verdandi, Azazel.”

Bing-yeon, who was Han Do-hyeon, began engraving his disciples’ names in the air while moving his hand.

“Since the original ending of a novel should be one where everyone is happy, from the next part of the story, you’ll have to create your own narrative.”

As he spoke their names and wrote them letter by letter, strange phenomena began to occur.

The moon in the night sky was sliced and split into two pieces, colliding with Yog-Sothoth alongside the character “Bi-wol” (flying moon).

A golden woman wearing armor and a sword made of enormous light struck down with her holy sword, accompanied by the name “Verdandi.”

Finally, black tentacles descended from the sky to grab and tear at Yog-Sothoth, with the name “Azazel” appearing.

“This is absurd. Is it truly possible to wound my divine body…?! With such childish techniques?!”

“It’s not childish. This contains parts of my entire life.”

As his body burned with pain, Yog-Sothoth screamed and tried to make his body as solid as possible, but…

“…Even if this novel ends, our journey together will continue.”

With those words, Bing-yeon concentrated all his inner power and strength in one place and sent it forcefully toward Yog-Sothoth.

“Thank you all for loving someone like me.”

– [And so the terminally ill master of final bosses created the ending of this world.]

With that sentence shining in golden light, red blood presumed to be from Yog-Sothoth splattered, and the entire world flashed with light.