It’s the Apocalypse, but My Summons Do Everything - Chapter 100

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Chapter 100

#Episode 100

Killing intent that seems to embody tyranny pierces my skin.

The stinging bloodlust is extremely refined as it targets me.

Rather than fear about having to respond to that, curiosity comes first.

Is this what the composure of an absolute being feels like? With a competitive spirit saying “go ahead and try if you can,” I opened my front.

“You’re completely insane. I’ll make you regret it.”

“It’s a world where you have to be crazy to survive. Come at me.”

Curiosity about martial arts began to grow vigorously.

Not just simply unleashing death force and crushing with an overwhelming difference in level, but being able to control power so delicately was also appealing to me.

Should I try copying it once?

Death begins to dwell at the tip of my sword.

Death force adds to the blade energy.

Momentum adds to momentum.

I carefully copy the guy in front of me.

The sword tip stops without wavering.

I forge it with the feeling of adding sword upon sword on the blade, as if tempering the momentum itself.

I can feel Cheonma’s confusion.

At the same time, curiosity also exists about how far I can copy.

I draw out one more strand of death force along with the blade energy.

One strand, two strands, eventually countless strands of death force form a flow.

The death force that began rotating in front of my body started generating tyrannical power like a drill.

But this alone is not enough.

I establish my own stance as if my entire body becomes one sword.

‘So this kind of realm exists too.’

A feeling of stepping into a new horizon, a realm that exists as martial arts rather than just magic or mana.

Learning something new is always exciting and indescribably joyful.

The sword tip no longer wavers.

The ultimate technique that controls everything – every breath, every glance, every wisp of wind.

My foot has reached that horizon.

Up to here is that guy’s realm.

But what I desire is something beyond that.

Death Dance begins to mix in.

Within the unpredictable strange movements, mind and sword, movement and death force unite as one.

‘Now.’

Cheonma’s sword and my sword moved simultaneously.

The tips of the sword containing years and orthodoxy and the sword containing death collided precisely, bursting out an intense shockwave.

Kwaaaaang-!

An explosion of energy occurred, pushing both me and him far back.

On the surface it looked evenly matched, but I could tell.

In the subtle struggle of power that occurred as we were pushed back at the end, I had won.

Indeed, Cheonma was coughing up blood as if he had suffered internal injuries.

As if he couldn’t believe he would be defeated, he spat out blood and glared at me with angry eyes.

“Monster-like bastard…”

“To survive in hell, I had to do at least this much.”

Who’s calling who a monster?

It’s strange that after taking that attack, he’s only coughing up a little blood and still standing on two legs.

He even took his stance again as if his fighting spirit still wasn’t broken.

“Again… come at me once more.”

“Fine.”

It feels like we’re testing each other’s limits beyond just exchanging techniques.

It wasn’t simply fighting, but gave me a strange feeling, though that feeling wasn’t too bad.

I changed Desperado back to scythe form.

If earlier was copying with a sword, this time I wanted to show the best attack I myself could do.

Just holding the scythe dramatically changes the surrounding air.

Even Cheonma flinched and frowned at the completely different aura.

“Since you showed me something good, I’ll also respond with respect.”

What I’m trying to handle isn’t simple death, but a realm that erases existence itself.

That power I unleashed when sparring with Hunter Baek Do-hyeon before.

‘Fundamental death, cold blade that kills the world.’

A fundamentally different power begins to settle at the tip of the scythe.

The pitch-black eyes that had been closed drowsily opened.

A giant Grim Reaper appears behind me.

Death heading toward the end finally descends upon the tip of Desperado.

“Watch carefully, it’s hard to show this twice.”

Cheonma, as if he couldn’t sense the difference in my power, snorted and readjusted his stance.

“Don’t think I’ll fall for it twice.”

“Can’t distinguish between them….”

The match was already decided here.

This power is still too burdensome for me to handle.

Nevertheless, the greatest praise I can offer to one who has shown me new horizons.

A power shown only to those worthy of respect.

“If you can block it, then try blocking it.”

“Only your mouth is alive. If you won’t come, then I’ll go first!”

Cheonma’s sword wrapped in demonic energy tears through the air toward me.

Just as the blade tip was about to reach me, cutting and splitting even the death energy covering my body.

“Watch carefully, this is the most Great Death.”

A massive Grim Reaper that appeared behind me swung its scythe.

Desperado, touching Cheonma’s sword, instantly killed his demonic energy completely.

As the power wrapped around his body completely disappeared, a shallow wound appeared on Cheonma’s chest and blood burst forth.

Cheonma’s eyes widened as he faced something incomprehensible.

I barely held up my trembling legs by consuming 100 soul essences and smiled bitterly.

“Did you feel it?”

At my question, Cheonma blinked, then collapsed to his knees.

Then he bowed his head in respect.

“I am grateful for your mercy….”

“Good that you understand.”

Cheonma staggered away.

“Not killing him?”

“…Yeah, I just don’t feel like it.”

Both he and I had felt new realms from each other.

Rather, I couldn’t contain my curiosity about what kind of stimulation we’d give each other when we meet next, so I didn’t particularly want to kill him.

Above all, I didn’t have enough strength left to chase after him as he departed.

Indeed, using death with a living body puts great strain on oneself.

As I lay sprawled on Luna’s back looking up at the sky for a moment.

As if it had been waiting, a System Message appeared announcing the end of the preliminaries.

Simultaneously, all surviving Lords were forcibly moved to the Black Space.

Leaving companions behind, only the Lords were gathered separately, and indeed, having been filtered once, there wasn’t a single weakling among them—only formidable powerhouses lined up.

A giant screen appeared and a suited host emerged.

It was Jei, who had previously invited me.

“Hmm hmm, yes, now we finally have Lords worth watching.”

Jei looked over us with a rather satisfied gaze, nodded, then lit up the screen.

“Now then, everyone please be quiet.”

When Jei snapped his fingers, an intense wave of power burst forth, overwhelming the audience.

I clashed head-on with all my death energy to disintegrate Jei’s power.

There were several others doing the same as me.

Jei quietly checked them and opened his mouth again.

“From now on, we will reveal the preliminary rankings.”

The screen opened and the reveal began from the lowest-ranked Lord.

The Snail Lord, who barely survived by killing 2, was in last place.

As if embarrassed, he was desperately cramming his reddened body into his shell.

Moving up steadily, the Lords began appearing one by one.

Some sighed at their unexpectedly low rankings, while others clenched their fists in satisfaction.

After climbing for quite a while, the final top 3.

Since 1st place was obviously unchanging, it was essentially a battle for 2nd and 3rd place.

“There were many interesting scenes in this preliminary, especially the battles of the top 3 were very impressive.”

Chuckling, Jei gestured and a spotlight poured down on one person as the number 3 appeared.

3rd place was none other than the Record Lord.

Despite being so thoroughly beaten by me, it seems he still had time to hunt other Lords.

“From 3rd place onwards, rewards prepared by the Lords will be given!”

A brown gift box was placed in the Record Lord’s hands.

Everyone seemed quite curious, but the Record Lord put the box in his chest and didn’t open it.

“How boring… Well then, the anticipated 2nd place is!”

2nd place was Cheonma.

He snorted as if it were natural, yet clicked his tongue for not becoming 1st place.

“A reward is also given to 2nd place Cheonma, who relentlessly cut down enemies!”

Cheonma was given a silver box.

He too had no intention of showing his reward in front of people and hid it in his chest.

And the long-awaited final turn.

“Now then, the 1st place with the least tension in all preliminary history is none other than-!”

The spotlight gathered and shone on me.

A golden crown was placed upon my head.

“Lord of Souls, who took 1st place with an overwhelming score, congratulations!”

I waited to see if I would also be given a gift box, but Jei pulled me forward.

Though I was momentarily flustered by the changed position from a single gesture, I didn’t bother to show it.

“The 1st place winner, please follow me! You’ll be able to receive a special reward.”

Even at Jei’s gesture, I just stared at him intently.

‘This should be safe to follow, right?’

[Yes, it’s a place guaranteed by the Sinjawui Lords, so don’t worry.]

‘Well then, I suppose…’

As I hesitantly followed Jei, he smirked with a curve at the corner of his mouth.

“This generation’s Lord of Souls is quite cautious.”

“I’m the type to knock on even stone bridges before crossing.”

“Being prudent is good.”

Following Jei to the back area, a massive space appeared.

It had an art gallery-like atmosphere, but there were no other artworks, only something covered with black cloth in the center.

Even covered by cloth, the overwhelming power felt from within was enough to make even me twitch my eyebrows momentarily.

‘What on earth is inside there…?’

My interest was piqued.

I felt like it contained something I absolutely couldn’t refuse.

Jei nodded as if savoring even that emotion of mine, then walked alongside me.

“Do you know what’s inside this?”

“…”

“You can think it over thoroughly before answering.”

Jei smiled slyly.

Would the result change depending on my answer?

Despite my mind thinking I should answer carefully, the sensation I felt with my body was already roughly guessing what was inside.

“This might sound strange but… hmm.”

“It’s fine, say whatever comes to mind.”

Pushing away Jei who was breathing down my neck and clinging close, I answered with exactly what I felt.

“…A Monarch.”

“…!”

Jei, who had been acting frivolously, stopped his behavior.

Then he blinked and asked me in a serious tone.

“Oh? What makes you think that?”

For the first time, Jei erased the smile from his lips.

“Well… because that’s what my body is sensing?”

At my answer, Jei bowed his head and silently removed the cloth.

What was inside was a destroyed black crown.

It was cracked and several pieces were completely missing.

“Correct. This is the essence of a Monarch, or in your language… you could call it a Monarch’s fragment.”

Do fragments of Monarchs gather to create such crowns?

But somehow, this crown gave me a strong feeling that it wasn’t pure fragments but was empty somewhere.

Whether Jei knew of such impressions or not, he pointed to the crown and said to me.

“Take as much as you want, however you want, in whatever way you want.”

“…What?”

“You heard correctly.”

As if there was no lie in Jei’s words, he removed the glass case covering the crown.

Then he gestured for me to do as I pleased.

Watching Jei’s expression, I carefully stood before the crown.

Looking at the raw crown, I felt that sensation even more strongly.

I could sense how previous winners had taken the crown.

Some broke off fragments to take, others took the power contained within.

I thought why not just take the whole thing, but the darkness this crown possessed was not something they could handle.

Even I, the Lord of Souls, felt an abyss so terrifying that my fingertips trembled.

A cursed object that should not be approached.

Surely I should shake it off and discard it, yet somehow I was holding the crown with both hands.

And all too naturally, I placed the crown upon my head.

The crown was absorbed onto my previously empty head all too naturally, as if it had originally been mine.

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