NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Reduce All Creations To Ash.
The Ice Golem's thunderous footsteps echoed across the dungeon floor, every stride shaking the frost-covered ground. It loomed like a glacier given life—massive, ancient, and relentless—as it closed in on the lone figure standing in its path.
Unbothered, Seojun exhaled slowly, his breath a wisp in the frozen air. With a calm hand, he raised his Zanpakutō. The scorched-black blade gleamed with restrained fury, its surface etched with veins of flame.
He murmured softly—words that carried the weight of an inferno.
"Reduce all creation to ash… Ryūjin Jakka."
In the next breath, the dungeon ceased to be cold.
A roar of fire erupted outward, engulfing the entire cavern in a cataclysmic blaze. Crimson flames exploded in every direction, incinerating the air itself. The golem didn't even have time to swing—its icy mass evaporated in a hiss of steam and molten rock.
Flames danced across the walls like living serpents, writhing and snarling, their fury unchecked. The cavern, once an icy tomb, was now a furnace—hellfire unleashed.
Even Seojun blinked in awe.
"…Whoa."
Behind him, the familiar [Ding!] of the system chimed faintly, but Seojun was too stunned to react. The heat shimmered around him, distorting the air—yet it didn't touch him. Still, he could feel the crushing spiritual pressure pouring from his own blade.
He stepped forward cautiously, boots crunching against charred stone.
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Outside the Dungeon Gate — Zone 17
A group of Hunters stationed at the perimeter jerked upright as a heatwave blasted from the dungeon entrance. Smoke curled from the frozen earth, and alarms screamed from their handheld devices.
"W-What the hell was that?!" a young scout shouted, stumbling back.
"Call the Association! Now!" barked the squad leader, already tapping his comm.
A moment later, a holographic display flickered to life, revealing the stern face of an Association supervisor.
"Report."
"This is Scout Unit 4 at B-Rank Gate, Zone 17," the leader said quickly. "Sir, something's wrong—temperature inside the gate just spiked beyond Class-S thresholds. We're reading destructive flame-type energy, off the charts."
The supervisor's expression darkened. "Class-S…? Who's inside?"
"…Unknown, sir."
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Back Inside the Dungeon
The flames finally began to recede as Seojun let out a breath and lowered his sword. The fire obeyed—dying down in swirling embers, leaving behind scorched ruins. Nothing had survived.
With a slight sigh, he vanished in a flicker of speed—Shunpo—his form tearing through the air like a shadow.
He reappeared on a rooftop high above the city, the night wind brushing his hair as he looked out over the skyline.
He muttered, "Yeah… definitely not using Ryūjin Jakka just anywhere."
Rubbing the back of his neck, he called out casually, "Oi, system! Don't leave me hanging. What about my reward?"
[Ding! New skill acquired: Void Step]
[Description: A supreme movement technique allowing instant teleportation and seamless evasion. Usable in combat. No casting time.]
Seojun smirked, He flicked his wrist, pulling up his status screen.
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[User Status Window]
Name: Choi Seojun
Age: 10
Physique: Immortality
Skill Tiers:
• Diamond: Ryūjin Jakka (15%), Void Step, Observation Haki
• Gold: Blood Pact, Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu, Armament Haki, Heaven's Judgement (Chidori variant), Storage Space
• Silver: Advanced Swordsmanship, Fear Aura, Shunpo, Telekinesis, Martial Arts, Illusion, Stealth...
Items: 4 Dragon Balls, Explosive Tags, Kunai, 23 Grenades, Death Note, Gojo's Blindfold, Bazookas...
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Seojun squinted.
"…System? What's with the 15% next to Ryūjin Jakka?"
[Host! The number reflects your synchronization rate with your Zanpakutō. To unlock its full power, you must strengthen the bond between you and the blade.]
"And how do I do that?"
[Simple, use it. Let your soul resonate with the flame. Ryūjin Jakka is more than a sword, it's the embodiment of your fire.]
He chuckled. "So basically… it's a tsundere sword spirit. Got it."
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Later That Night…
Only minutes had passed since Seojun entered the gate, The so-called "5-hour limit" was clearly overkill.
He landed softly on the balcony of his home, peeking through the window. Inside, his Shadow Clone still lay in bed, breathing steadily—perfectly mimicking a sleeping ten-year-old.
With a wave, Seojun dispelled it, He slipped under the covers and shut his eyes just as the door creaked open.
His mother stepped in quietly, closing the window and switching off the fan. She smiled, then leaned down to gently kiss his forehead.
"Goodnight, Seojun," she whispered.
"Goodnight, Mom," he murmured.
She turned off the light and left the room, the door clicking softly shut. Wrapped in warmth and the scent of home, Seojun drifted into peaceful sleep.
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The Next Morning
The smell of breakfast wafted into the room as Seojun slowly stirred awake. It was Saturday—no school today.
Downstairs, his father, Minho, had just returned home. Still in casual Hunter gear, he greeted the family and sat down at the table with a tired smile.
"Yo, kiddo. Sleep well?" Minho asked.
"Like a rock," Seojun replied, stretching.
They chatted casually over breakfast, Then Minho's phone buzzed. He stepped aside to answer.
"Hello? Yeah, it's Minho speaking."
His brows slowly furrowed as the call went on.
Yuna, Seojun's mom, raised a brow. "What's wrong?"
Minho sighed. "Recruiting's getting rough. Most rookies would rather clear low-tier dungeons for quick cash than risk actual Hunter work."
Seojun sat quietly, chewing his toast as he listened to his parents talk. His father's concern wasn't just about money, it was about the state of the world, the imbalance creeping in from the gates.
He silently thought,
'Guess I should join dad's guild'.
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Never knew writing could be this hard ⊙﹏⊙