Global Awakening: Only I Can Respawn

"You left Min-Joon to fight the crusaders alone!?" Professor Ming yelled. "Are you out of your mind?"

YuWon sighed. He knew the professor would react like this, hence he didn't tell her about his plan. Min-Joon was a politician's son, so it was obvious Professor Ming was worried about him.

She's still plagued by the norms of the old world…

A politician? Even the president won't have much power in their situation, yet she was worried about a mere politician.

"He's not a child," YuWon replied. "He's more than enough to take care of Park Kwon. Besides, why are you following me?"

Professor Ming got flustered at the question. She had followed her instincts as a teacher and couldn't let YuWon fight the boss alone. SHe was worried about him too, not just Min-Joon and Soo-Ah.

"The crusaders are strong… I've seen them kill before—"

"Have some faith in your student," YuWon interrupted her.

Park Kwon was strong, YuWon wasn't dismissing that fact. He was merely stating that Min-Joon was stronger. After all, despite being an avatar, Park Kwon didn't have one important thing.

Someone to cultivate his talents.

Min-Joon had YuWon and, by extension, he had access to the [Special Store]. YuWon had given Min-Joon a splendid weapon and a skill for continuous healing. All the things that one would gain much later.

If Min-Joon dies after all this, then he wasn't fit enough to be raised by me.

YuWon wanted fighters who would eventually face the goods. If Min-Joon couldn't even deal with a bunch of humans, then there was no point in raising him.

"Can we defeat that… basilisk?"

Professor Ming asked what had been on her mind for some time.

In her mind, the Crusaders were much stronger than all of them. Yet they couldn't even scratch the snake. Yet YuWon was confidently marching up the stairs to face such a beast.

YuWon had faced disasters, hence fighting a snake didn't seem like much of a challenge for him. Still, he couldn't be cocky. After all, he wasn't the one who would kill the boss.

Why would I let Professor Ming follow me if I wanted to do it alone?

At first, YuWon planned to hold off the basilisk until Min-Joon caught up to him. However, when Professor Ming arrived instead, he thought he'd let her take the kill—provided Min-Joon didn't show up in time.

Though it'll be a shame if she chooses not to follow me after, at least Soo-Ah will gain the most from this fight.

"YuWon?"

"Defeating it alone might be difficult," YuWon lied. "But with your help, it should be fine."

"Eh? I don't know how to fight!"

"Didn't you say there's always a time to learn?"

"Sociology differs from combat—!"

"Potayto-potahto."

YuWon had always been into mythology. Hence, he knew a lot about different beasts named across various myths. Basilisk was one such creature.

Although deadly, Basilisk had many weaknesses. Some were practical, while others were downright hilarious.

Being a distant relative of Medusa, Basilisk also could turn people into stone. Hence, it shared a similar weakness, as its reflection could petrify it. But the most hilarious weakness the basilisk had was chickens.

The Basilisk was a creature of death and decay, while the rooster symbolized life and dawn. Thus, it was believed that the rooster could defeat the snake-like beast.

But just because YuWon knew its weakness didn't mean the basilisk was easy to defeat.

"Here we are…" Professor Ming mumbled.

They had reached the rooftop. The basilisk was supposed to be behind the door. YuWon took a deep breath and kicked it open. However, he wasn't expecting such a sight before his eyes.

Stone statues lay scattered all over the terrace. They were the victims of Basilisk's petrifying gaze. Almost all the statues had the Crusader armor on them.

Finally, YuWon understood why Park Kwon was so enraged. Losing more than half his team to the basilisk had been a devastating blow. Professor Ming looked taken aback, perhaps reconsidering the decision to follow him.

"You can leave if you want," YuWon shrugged. "I won't hold it against you."

Professor Ming looked at him as if considering his words before shaking her head. YuWon didn't ask for her reason and walked ahead.

Apart from the hundreds of statues, many dried-up corpses lay scattered around. Perhaps these were the unfortunate people who had fallen prey to the basilisk's hunger.

"Pitiful humans, never learn…"

YuWon paused when he heard the slithering voice.

He had never seen a basilisk in his last life, yet it didn't look as threatening as the hydra, or even the disaster mole, for that fact. What truly caught him off guard, however, was the fact that the snake could talk, something neither of the disasters he faced could do.

The white serpent coiled around, turning its icy gaze towards YuWon, who quickly turned away. But he saw its massive fangs dripping with venom and the icy scales that protected it.

As if that weren't terrifying enough, a toxic mist covered the creature's mouth. A mere whiff of it could kill thousands of humans.

"It's not my time to feast… be wise and retreat. I, Valkith, shall let you live…"

A monster with a name? That's a first.

As for the creature's request, YuWon had no intention of following it.

"I'm afraid you're not in a position to make such demands, great beast," YuWon shrugged.

YuWon quickly turned [Formless Blade] into a javelin before handing it to Professor Ming.

"What—?"

"You were a javelin thrower before, right?" YuWon cut her off. "I'll keep the snake busy. When you get the chance, throw it into its eye."

"But—"

"You have to do this. If you miss, I'll turn into a statue and you'll be the snake's desert. Do you want that?"

Professor Ming shook her head. But it had been years since she last picked up a javelin. She didn't know if she could hit the creature, let alone its eyes.

However, she had no choice. The basilisk, like any snake, possessed incredible reflexes. No matter how hard YuWon tried, he wouldn't be able to land a hit on it alone.

Someone had to distract the creature, and since Professor Ming wasn't fit for the task, YuWon took it upon himself, leaving the professor to focus on hitting the eye.