1 Prologue 1 (rewrite)
"Impossible, why ….. should I lose?"
The world was covered in flames. It felt like everyone was standing at the abyss of flames, a world made purely of never ending fire.
The abyssal tyrant, a mythical creature more than thirty meters high, stood in front of its throne in the valley of this abyss. The throne made from fire felt impossible for any normal being to sit upon but for the [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames], it felt like home.
Its existence shrouded the valley in a suffocating pressure and dullness. The tyrant's eyes jumped with dark red magic fire, with sharp teeth no less than dragons, and a heavy scale armor flashing with fiery red metallic texture, reflecting light and shadow, and illuminating the world.
When it roared, columns of fire rose up that continued up to the sky. It felt like a wild beast bathed in fire, full of darkness and destruction. Whenever the monster slammed the huge blade in its hand, the ground cracked and lava would pour out.
Although the tyrant an apex level monster that lorded over others but currently its shaky figure exposed its terrible state.
It roared as it dashed forward. Even if its footsteps were staggering but they were still thunderous as they shook the ground.
In front of it, an elite team of dozens of people stood. Their faces reflected the red fire of the tyrant. They stood like heroes among men, with no fear or worry. Their armors metallic silver clinked in harmony as they all moved at the same moment, like a well oiled machine.
A dozen dead bodies were spewed around the area, each dying heroically against a monster of this impossible strength. Nonetheless, none of them had withstood the last round of the forbidden curse of the [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames].
At this time, the surviving heroes spread out in a semi-circular formation and waited in anticipation about the coming clash. They could barely hide the excitement and joy on their faces as they could already see their success.
Some might count that like a fool's arrogance but for them, it was their absolute pride and confidence in their skills.
The figure of the [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames] continued to sway towards the ants ahead which the monster considered as annoying. [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames] waved his [Blade of Abyss] towards the players.
With each swing, the flame lit scales on its body flickered and became dimmer, obviously showing that the [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames] was reaching its limit.
A booming voice roared loud enough for the world to hear. Its unwillingness was apparent in its voice.
"I RULE THE FLAMES! I RULE THE ABYSS! I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY ANTS!"
The [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames] lifted up his giant blade once more with the last bit of strength left in its body. With a guttural roar, the giant attempted to swing its blade down one last time.
Unfortunately, casting a lonely shadow, the giant figure finally staggered and fell forward without any support.
BOOOOOM!
[Abyssal Tyrant of Flames] fell face forward on the ground. A sky full of reddish dust flew up in the air. A few pieces of the reddish earth rocketed in random directions.
One such flying piece of rock accidentally killed two unlucky players.
The [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames] laid on the ground unmoving. The fiery red scales on its body continued to dim in appearance until eventually they gave no light and lost all their power.
The pulsating magic fire in its eyes quietly disappeared unknowingly, as if it was all an illusion.
The huge blade as long as its height was stuck on the ground diagonally, inserted deeply into the reddish hell like soil.
The pillars of dark red hell fire eventually quieted down.
This marked the eternal sleep of its owner. This marked the end of a reign and the end of a legacy.
[Abyssal Tyrant of Flames] was no more.
[Abyssal Tyrant of Flames] was finally put to rest.
Jonathan looked at the scene with an emotional smile. Dressed in pure white, a visible contrast against the reddish environment. Jonathan fanned away the dusty cloud risen up from the fall of the [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames].
Suddenly, a gold square like screen covered his vision. It was the World Bulletin Board.
"Congratulations to the player 'Impersonator' for completing the level 100 legendary mission. Please take out the sacred object sealed in the body of [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames]."
With a look of pride, Jonathan gradually climbed onto the giant body of the [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames] as everyone looked at him with eyes full of expectations.
He turned towards the party and held his scepter high as he proclaimed:
"Brothers, we are victorious, and the Legendary Hidden Mission has finally been completed by us!"
"Long live the boss!"
Everyone present raised their arms and shouted. Even those that had their bodies lying on the ground dead had not gone offline, were also cheering their victory at the voice call.
Jonathan stood on top of the [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames], looking at the cheers of the crowd in a trance.
Everything about the game, like a thread, connected to all his life. From the initial accidental transfer to the hidden career of the Holy Spirit priest who was purely an assistance based priest to the bonus of the hidden luck attribute he discovered sky rocketed his career and made him stand out in the game and gradually become a professional player.
The difficulty of this task was such that some would even call it an impossible task, and the task was only allowed to be done once. It couldn't be repeated if it failed.
It was because he accidentally discovered that he could use the advanced materials unique to a dungeon that no one figured out. It was because he was a master of equipment as he was proficient in crafting and enchanting. If he hadn't made the special armor for a full fifty player party, they wouldn't have won.
There were a lot of coincidences and luck that brought him this victory.
Without these, they would never have been able to face the legendary [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames] and emerge victoriously.
But all this, he did it. No one believed he would be able to pull it off and yet lady luck blessed him.
At this time, the [Abyssal Tyrant of Flames] body gradually broke into light particles as a pure white light emerged in front of Jonathan.
In the light, an extremely gorgeous white-gold two-handed long sword gradually rose.
The body of the sword was bright, clean, and made of silver. Words couldn't describe its beauty. The sword body was engraved with fine golden runes, which added a mysterious luster to it. In addition, the twelve-colored light halo that alternately flashed outside the sword's body reflected the world where Jonathan was standing, into a hazy, magical charm.
