The sky was torn apart.
Ashen clouds roared like beasts as the heavens split open, raining fire and blood upon a shattered world. The earth below was nothing but scorched ruins and shattered bones. Oceans boiled. Mountains fell. The sky had forgotten what peace looked like.
And standing at the eye of the storm—
Was him.
Son Woo-Jin.
The Monarch of Summons.
Behind him stood a darkened horizon—ten million summoned soldiers, spanning continents, their armor forged from ancient wars, their eyes glowing with obedience. Giants, dragons, wraiths, blades, beasts, titans, archmages—all bowed to him.
And standing closest, flanking him like shadows carved from myth:
Bael, the Demon Knight of Endless Carnage, wreathed in black fire and blood-soaked metal.
Kirin, the Celestial Blaze, a radiant mythical beast cloaked in divine lightning and heavenly flame.
Snow, the Frost King of Winter, whose mere breath stilled time and froze the soul.
His Trinity.
Their auras warped the battlefield—Bael's bloodlust, Kirin's divine heat, Snow's killing frost. Legends in their own right. And yet—
They weren't Monarchs.
Not yet.
But they stood by him, anyway.
Across from them…
Monarchs.
Each a calamity. Each a god.
Each looking at Woo-Jin like he was a stain on their divine legacy.
"A human dares to rise among us…"
"How pitiful."
"You were given power. You never earned it."
"This world will forget your name."
Son Woo-Jin stood still, the wind brushing past his long coat, the shadows of ten million warriors crawling at his back.
Then he spoke. Cold. Measured. Absolute.
"You talk too much."
And raised his hand.
"Advance."
His legion roared and charged. The sky broke apart as dragons screamed and titans hurled mountains. Elemental lords drowned the battlefield in chaos. Spellcasters unleashed forbidden magic. War horns of the abyss shook creation.
The Monarchs answered.
One Monarch raised a single finger—and entire legions evaporated.
Another conjured storms of divine judgment, erasing cities in seconds.
A third split the ground and sky with every step, reshaping the realm with pure intent.
Yet Woo-Jin moved through the carnage like a shadow among gods. Where others flinched, he walked. Where others fell, he stood.
A Monarch came for him—the Monarch of Blades—faster than sound, his swords vibrating with dimension-cutting force.
Woo-Jin didn't blink.
A dagger appeared in his hand.
[Skill: Severance – MAX]
A slash that didn't just cut flesh—it severed existence itself.
The Monarch of Blades froze mid-strike.
And then—
He split in half.
[You have slain the Monarch of Blades.]
[+4,800,000 Summon Souls acquired.]
[The other Monarchs are enraged.]
[Warning: Your presence is destabilizing the world.]
[Status Screen – Son Woo-Jin – The Monarch of Summons]
Level: 578
Title: Monarch of Summons
Race: Transcended Human
HP: 999,999,999
MP: Infinite
STR: MAX
AGI: MAX
INT: MAX
VIT: MAX
CHA: MAX
LCK: MAX
[Active Skills]
• Severance (MAX) – Cuts through reality itself.
• Summon Legion (MAX) – Summon up to 10 million troops.
• Dimensional Command (MAX) – Lead armies across planes.
• Trinity Resonance (MAX) – Enhance the Trinity's power beyond limits.
• Soul Reforge (MAX) – Rebuild a destroyed summon at a cost.
[Passive Skills]
• Aura Dominance (MAX) – Your presence paralyzes weaker beings.
• Absolute Command (MAX) – Summons will obey, even unto death.
• Throne of War (MAX) – You are empowered in all battles.
• Human Defiance (MAX) – Your will resists the divine.
But even with all that…
Woo-Jin narrowed his eyes.
(I'm losing too many.
Even at max, I can't reforge all of them. Not without their soul cores.
If this continues, I'll have no army left to bring back my only option would be Necromancy Undead Summoning.)
A wyvern commander was erased.
A battalion of undead berserkers were atomized.
The tide was turning.
(Damn it…)
Snow dropped from the sky like a frozen god, his spear of ice impaling a Monarch's general with crushing frost.
"My King, I will hold them." His voice echoed like wind through a glacier.
Woo-Jin looked at him.
"Don't die."
Snow smiled, white mist curling from his lips. "Too late for that."
He charged back in—ice covering the battlefield like a death shroud.
Kirin exploded through the heavens, his golden flames ripping through a fleet of angels summoned by a Monarch of Light.
His voice thundered: "Let fire judge the gods!"
Lightning ignited the skies. Celestial storms danced across the battlefield. He burned so brightly even Monarchs looked away.
Woo-Jin let the flames reflect in his eyes.
(You're not a Monarch yet, Kirin. But no one watching you would know that.)
Bael laughed like war incarnate, hacking apart divine beasts with a two-handed greatsword wreathed in infernal flame.
"Come at me, you divine bastards!"
He was bleeding from a hundred places. But his smile only widened.
Woo-Jin whispered, "Madman."
Still… his madman.
A Monarch of Decay appeared before Woo-Jin, rotten tendrils slithering across the battlefield.
"You are no god," she hissed. "Just a corpse waiting to happen."
Woo-Jin didn't move.
Didn't speak.
He just raised his hand.
[Skill Activated – Aura Dominance (MAX)]
The air froze.
Everything around him—Monarch, soldiers, world—trembled.
Even the other Monarchs paused.
The sky dimmed. The clouds shrank. The ground shivered.
Woo-Jin took one step forward.
And the Monarch of Decay fell to her knees.
"You're right."
"I'm no god."
"I bury them."
He stabbed her through the head. Cold. Merciless. She didn't even scream.
[You have slain the Monarch of Decay.]
[+ 6,700,000 Summon Souls acquired.]
But he was bleeding now. Not from wounds—but from the weight.
Too many summons lost.
Too much magic burned.
Too many Monarchs left.
(If I fall, it all ends.
No one else will stop them. Not the Players. Not the gods.
Just me.)
Monarch of Plagues grinned from the distance. "How long can you last, human?"
Another added, "You were given this throne, not born for it."
A third: "Return to the dirt you crawled from you bastard."
Woo-Jin wiped blood from his lips.
Then smiled.
It was faint. Cold.
And absolutely terrifying.
"Let me remind you… why I was chosen."
He raised both hands to the sky.
[Skill: Summon Legion – Overdrive Mode]
A massive spell circle ignited the sky, swallowing the clouds.
The battlefield went silent.
And then—
He summoned everything.
All his reserves. All the hidden souls. All the forbidden contracts.
A million new soldiers crashed into reality with a roar of thunder and magic. Angels. Demons. Dragons. Forgotten gods. Constructs of war.
Even the Monarchs stepped back.
And standing atop it all, his Trinity reappeared, scorched and bloodied—but alive.
Kirin landed beside him, wings of flame flickering.
Bael limped forward, dragging his sword.
Snow appeared last, frost gathering at his feet.
None spoke.
They didn't need to.
Because Woo-Jin stood at their front—still, bloodied, breathing heavy.
But unbeaten.
And his eyes burned like judgment.
"We end this here."