Zeus's voice came down with curiosity wrapped in war-weary amusement.
"Boy… how many Monarchs are there?"
Jin-Woo tilted his head lazily. "Only one."
His gaze rose, unreadable. "Me."
Zeus chuckled faintly. "Let me rephrase. How many Monarchs… were there?"
Jin-Woo's tone dropped, sharper.
"Ten. Last time I counted.. I killed them all. I'm the last."
A beat of silence followed—then Zeus's core pulsed, projecting a shimmering sigil in the sky.
"As the victor against me…"
Two crystalline objects materialized before Jin-Woo, floating in a vortex of divine energy. : ,
A Tear of Chaos , Divine Throne Access – Seat of Ruling Calculation
"These are yours," Zeus declared.
"And as for the Remnant of Cronus… I'll need time. It's still fused to my core. But I will honor the wager."
Jin-Woo didn't respond. He just crushed both artifacts in his hand. CRACK—! Chaos mist and divine Throne dissolved into shadow.
[NOTIFICATION]
Tear of Chaos and Divine Throne Access have been absorbed.
Can now be viewed under Shadow Monarch's status interface.
He flicked his fingers. His interface expanded.
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SHADOW MONARCH STATS (75% Unlocked – Star Wars Galaxy Restriction Active)
(Note: Restriction applies only within the Star Wars galaxy; other galaxies remain unaffected. )
Attack Potency:
A – Large Planetary
→ Capable of shattering Jupiter with a single punch.
Speed:
Faster Than Light
→ Combat and reaction speed exceed FTL thresholds; capable of intercepting hyperspace vectors..
Durability:
Large Planetary
→ Tanks supernova-class heat, orbital kinetic bombardment, and god Threat level Attacks .
Intelligence:
Genius
→ Tactical, mathematical, and metaphysical knowledge across timelines, cultures, and dimensions. Familiar with Force Theory, Monarch Philosophy, and dimensional power systems
Lifting Strength:
Class Z
→ Able to lift celestial bodies and crush planetary crusts with bare hands.
List of Skills & Abilities:
• ARISE (World Edition)
(Can also be used to convert planets into shadow versions of themselves, such as Shadow Tython.)
• Umbrakinesis
(Jin-Woo possesses absolute control over shadows and darkness, able to reshape them into any form he desires. He can Unleash more than 10 million shadow Army if necessary.)
• World of Eternal Slumber
(An autonomous domain of endless universe of darkness -space capable of suspending time , altering dimensional laws, and housing artifacts, civilizations, and souls outside galactic causality allows jin woo to create anything based on darkness .)
• Monarch Domain
(A personal authority zone that manifests as a dark world covering a planet or even an entire solar system. Bonus Effect : Passively grants stat boosts, denies enemy regeneration, and suppresses lesser dimensional anchors. Amplifies Force techniques by 500%.)
• Ruler's Authority
(Allows Jin-Woo to move and control objects via telekinesis. Can be used to create black holes depending on size and mass affected.)
• Accumulated Monarch Power (75% Unlocked)
(Contains the combined attributes of all fallen Monarchs. Remaining 25% is sealed while within the Star Wars galaxy. .)
• Dragon's Fear
(An upgraded Dragon Roar—projects from the soul. Can selectively debuff or paralyze foes through raw dread and fear . Doesn't affect allies unless toggled.)
• Tear of Chaos
Grants the ability to:
– Create dimensional weapons
– Craft perfectly unstable familiars in any form
– Anchor a Shadow Gate between multiverses
(This Shadow Gate allows Jin-Woo to access 100% of his power for 15 minutes.)
• Divine Throne Access – Seat of Ruling Calculation
– Allows Jin-Woo to override conceptual calculations
– Rewrites fate calculations before they occur
– Breaks the standard Fate-based Heroic Spirit summoning system, enabling unrestricted summon logic.
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Jin-Woo had barely finished reading through his stat sheet when a second chime echoed softly in his ear.
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[HIDDEN QUEST COMPLETED: CHALLENGE THE LOSTBELT KINGS]
Description: Most of the Lostbelt Kings challenged the Shadow Monarch… and got their asses kicked. You even demanded one of Zeus's most prized internal artifacts—the Remnant of Cronus—and got it.
Reward: Acquired all Lostbelt Kings' Noble Phantasms.
Note: Arjuna Alter not included. Not invited.
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Jin-Woo blinked once. "Figures."
Suddenly, a ripple of divine pressure swept across the field. The avatar of Zeus descended from in his humanoid projection, radiant and solemn.
In his hand: a single spinning object.
A gear— It never stopped turning. The space around it warped, refusing to obey time. it was forged from compressed eons.
Zeus stepped forward, presenting it with both hands.
"It's a shame," he said with a dry smile. "I really liked the idea of owning Zeta Halo." He paused. "But my word is law. I don't break my oaths."
He extended the Remnant of Cronus toward Jin-Woo.
"So… I present to you the Remnant of Cronus itself."
Jin-Woo grabbed it in silence.
Zeus raised an eyebrow. "Not going to absorb it like the other two?"
Jin-Woo exhaled sharply. "Too many notifications."
Zeus chuckled, shaking his head. "Tch… Must be mind poisoning. All those damn monarchs inside your soul. You've got more tenants than a cursed apartment building."
A familiar hum answered the banter as Offensive Bias opened multiple slipspace portals across the battlefield. One for Jin-Woo. One for the Crypters.
Jin-Woo stepped toward the rift in reality, but paused—glancing back once, expression unreadable.
"I always get new quests. There's always something waiting back in my galaxy," he said, voice calm but heavy. "I guess this is the final goodbye."
Peperoncino smiled wide, blowing an exaggerated kiss across the air. "Goodbye, Jin-Woo~! But I believe… this won't be the last time we see each other, darling!"
With a wink, he turned—joining Ashwatthama as they vanished through a shimmering portal toward their Indian Lostbelt.
Hinako crossed her arms.
"Hmph. What a cocky person," she muttered. "But… you're a man of your word, Jin-Woo. I'll give you that."
Her gaze lingered—just for a second longer—before she turned away. Prince Lanling walked beside her in silence, while Xiang Yu, the Lostbelt version, strode behind them, hauling the still-unconscious Qin Shi Huang slung gently across his centaur back.
Together, they passed through the portal to the Chinese Lostbelt, leaving only fading footsteps and a low hum of residual energy.
Kadoc lingered for a moment longer, glancing toward Kirschtaria, then back at Jin-Woo.
"…It's nice to see you again, team leader," Kadoc said quietly. Then, to Jin-Woo, with a grateful smile: "And thank you. For giving hope… even to someone cowardly like me."
He nodded once—firm, resolved—and stepped through the portal beside Anastasia and the towering form of Ivan the Terrible, heading home to the Russian Lostbelt.
Ophelia stepped forward next. She bowed respectfully to Kirschtaria.
"Goodbye, Kirschtaria-sama."
Then she turned her eyes to Jin-Woo. "And Jin-Woo… I promise, I'll make sure Daybit fails. He will not destroy our planet."
With her words said, she walked into the light, her servant Sigurd at her side. Behind them, Skadi followed, silent and regal, flanked by her Valkyrie army as the portal to the Norse Lostbelt shimmered and closed behind them.
Daybit said nothing. He simply turned and left—his figure vanishing through the slipspace gate toward the South American Lostbelt, not sparing a word or glance.
From behind him, Tezcatlipoca gave an exaggerated sigh and followed. "Oyy… being rude to your teacher's not nice, master. You could at least say 'thank you' once in a while, eh?"
His jagged grin lingered just a moment before he vanished into the same portal, boots echoing as he passed beyond.
Then, with a glimmer in her eye, Kukulcan turned back once—her smile teasing, her voice light.
She blew a wink toward Jin-Woo.
"Save a seat in your galaxy, Shadow Monarch." And with that, she vanished via the slipspace portal —back to her South American Lostbelt,
Jin-Woo turned calmly. His hand lifted with a casual motion, and through Midichlorian Manipulation, he reached out toward Kirschtaria.
In a heartbeat, Kirschtaria's body responded—an internal surge, like fire waking inside his blood. His midichlorian count surged to 20,000.
Kirschtaria blinked in shock. "…Why?" he asked, steady but confused. " , Jin-Woo I didn't put in the same effort as Daybit did."
Jin-Woo didn't hesitate. "They say a team leader needs to be stronger."
From the side, Zeus gave a hearty laugh. "What did I tell you, Caenis? This guy's worthy to become my second friend."
Caenis crossed her arms, unimpressed. "Yeah? How about you repair those burned circuits before your true form sinks like the Titanic."
Zeus just smiled silently—wires still sparking in the distance.
Kirschtaria's gaze grew more serious. "…Jin-Woo. How dangerous is the Master of Chaldea, really? How much of a chance do I have if I were to fight against Ritsuka Fujimaru?"
Jin-Woo exhaled. "Forget about fighting him.". if you do that, he's going to release multiversal anomalies and a whole lot of SCP numbers. You won't survive that. A conversation with him is more suitable."
Kirschtaria nodded slowly. "I take that advice very seriously, Jin-Woo. Also—" he offered a rare, sincere smile "—once again… thank you. For allowing our Lostbelts to exist, even for a short while. The Alien God may issue another directive once your AI's blackmail effect runs out … but until then, we were given time. You gave us that."
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Jin-Woo gave no answer—only a faint nod. Morgan stepped beside him, silent as always. And with that, the two vanished—slipping into the Slipspace. Back to Shadow Tython.
At the edge of Shadow Tython, as the twin moons cast their dim light over the obsidian terrain, Jin-Woo and Morgan stepped through the Slipspace portal—shadows curling around them like silk.
Morgan turned to him, her expression composed, but her voice held a sliver of uncertainty.
"…You're sure I'm worthy to become a monarch?"
Jin-Woo didn't hesitate. "Yup." He glanced ahead toward the silent plateau, raising one hand casually. "And I just prepared the perfect power for you."
With a motion, the air in front of them warped.
A swirl of black-purple energy coalesced, folding space into itself. From that breach in reality, a spectral figure emerged—towering and slow, its form flickering between spiritual residue and remnant echo.
Yogumunt. The Monarch of Transfiguration.
His presence loomed despite his death.
An elderly man with light red eyes, gray hair swept back like fire's ashes, and a red, blob-like emblem pulsing faintly on his torso.
He wore a tattered cloak of blackish-purple, his face hidden behind a bone-like pale yellow mask. Two metallic horn-like spines jutted out from his upper back—part machine, part divine relic.
Morgan narrowed her eyes. "Who… is this?"
Jin-Woo stepped beside her. "Yogumunt. Monarch of Transfiguration. Don't worry—he's already dead." His gaze sharpened, calm and sure. "But his power isn't. He was the master of gateway creation. My blueprint for opening a million dark portals—that came from him."
Morgan tilted her head slowly, taking in every unnatural detail of the figure still locked in its final moment of death, preserved only by Monarch will.
Jin-Woo's shadow flared outward—silent, vast, royal.
"There's no priest left to succeed the Monarch," he said calmly, stepping before Morgan as shadows rose like black fire behind him. "So I'll do it myself."
His hand hovered over the remnant of Yogumunt's soul—a still-echo, a crystallized death, preserved in sovereign will. The air pulsed with authority.
"As the final Monarch… …I hold the right to crown another."
Morgan stood unmoving, her hair swaying gently in the dark wind. Her eyes didn't blink. She wasn't afraid.
"The criteria to become a Monarch…" Jin-Woo continued, "…is to fight a legendary beast, one worthy of rewriting a world's fate."
He turned toward Morgan fully now, shadows curling from his arms, reaching toward the stars.
"But there is no beast. No dragon. No cursed titan left here to kill."
"And you—Morgan—already proved yourself."
The plateau trembled beneath them as his next words echoed .
"You slew Jacen Solo. Both his selves—the Wanderer and the Jedi—in the arena of Vergence."
"You crushed a legacy that split time itself."
"You are no longer just Viviane Aesc. No longer just the Queen of the Lostbelt."
Jin-Woo raised his hand toward the still-floating body of Yogumunt, the Monarch of Transfiguration.
"From this moment on—"
The body began to dissolve, flaking away like burning stardust. Black and purple motes of power surged like liquid lightning across the void between them.
Each ember spiraled inward, drawn not into the world—but into her.
"—you are Morgan, the Monarch of Transfiguration."
The final core of Yogumunt's being—a radiant symbol etched with gateway sigils—melted into her chest.
Morgan's body shuddered—. Her spine straightened. Her power bloomed.
One of her eyes shifted—burning bright pinkish-purple, swirling like a gateway to a thousand planes. The same hue that once marked Yogumunt's demonic authority.
Morgan inhaled—slowly—then smiled. "I will wear it with pride."
Jin-Woo stepped back with the faintest grin, watching her shadows bloom beside his.
"You're not just my queen anymore. You're a Monarch now."
A sharp chime echoed in Jin-Woo's vision as a translucent window slid open.
[Notification: Shadow Monarch Power reduced to 70%]
[Power of Monarch of Transfiguration transferred. Jin-Woo's dominion over Transfiguration is now temporarily weakened.]
Jin-Woo stared at the message for a breath. Then shrugged.
"What's done is done," he muttered.
Morgan tilted her head. "Hmm?"
Jin-Woo waved it off casually. "Forget about that. Can you summon the demonic arms yet?"
Morgan's eyes narrowed in concentration. She raised one hand—then the other—and a surge of purple-pink mana rippled outward from her.
From the air itself, reality split—and multiple massive, clawed, demonic arms erupted forth, tearing through with no hesitation. The same twisted elegance that once marked Yogumunt now bent to her command.
The arms flexed, curled, and hovered behind her like a blooming flower of destruction.
"Like this, Jin-Woo?".
Jin-Woo's grin returned—slow and satisfied. "Yeah. Like that. Looks good on you."
"Normally, Yogumunt had an entire army. Twisted creatures that walked through gateways… but I don't know where they ended up. So…You'll have to find them yourself."