The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 10

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 10

The Blood Ghost Tomb presented a formidable puzzle—multiple gates that demanded to be conquered.
Progress through each gate, and one would eventually arrive at the Sarcophagus Chamber where the Spirit of Blood Ghost awaited.
The nature of each gate could be discerned by examining the stone monuments erected throughout the tomb.
The fortunate aspect was this:

[I shall test the speed of the seeker!]
[I shall test the courage of the seeker!]
[I shall test the judgment of the seeker!]

The gates themselves were straightforward in their design.
The first demanded swift passage through a collapsing space—ceilings and walls crumbling, floors giving way, traps firing from every direction.
The second required unwavering advance through absolute darkness, where enemies attacked from all sides and visibility extended mere inches ahead.
And the third? This one was rather simple.

– We harbor no ill will, yet we cannot permit passage!
– If you wish to proceed, you must overcome us all!
– For the glory of our great Lord!

The third gate required dispatching the spectral warriors that surged forward in waves.
Though they were formidable and numerous, Han Yu-sung had grown accustomed to such trials.

Whoosh!

– You cannot even evade an attack of this caliber! Seeker, you…!
– You are disqualified!

The warrior’s cold blade pierced through my heart.
The warrior clicked his tongue in evident disappointment at my apparent defeat.
Yet disappointment came premature. I, Han Yu-sung, smiled wickedly despite the blade through my chest.
In that very instant.

Shhhhh—

– It vanished… Kugh, argh!

Han Yu-sung’s form dissolved like scattering clouds.
It had been an afterimage created by 【Cloud Step】.
And a knee flashed forward, striking the startled Warrior Guardian’s jaw with brutal force.
At that moment, electricity converged at the point of impact.

Crackle-crackle-crack!

– Gaaahhh…!
– Grrrrgh?!

The electrical surge spread across the Warrior Guardian’s entire body in an instant.
It was the effect of 【Thunder Shock】 that I wore. The electricity didn’t stop there—it electrocuted the other Warrior Guardians nearby as well.
I spun my body in a wide arc while unleashing Magic Missile.

Whoooosh!

The spinning rotation wrapped in electricity swept through the Warrior Guardians.
Simultaneously, the Magic Missiles fired pierced through the heads of the electrocuted Warrior Guardians.
The Warrior Guardians turned to ash and scattered without even a scream.
I dashed down the corridor, treading on 【Wind Step】.

[“Oh, oho! Magnificent, truly astounding!”]
[“There is no hesitation in your movements! No fear! Even without a high level, I sense the experience of a warrior who has endured countless fierce battles!”]

The Lord of Training, observing my form, marveled with genuine admiration.
Despite numerous Warrior Guardians blocking the path ahead, I showed no intimidation.
Rather, I turned the situation to my advantage—using the narrow space to tangle their feet, making them strike each other with their weapons.
And that was not all.

[“Unbelievable power!”]
[“How are those skills producing such devastating force?”]

The damage from my skills was extraordinary.
The skills I used were worthless except for movement techniques—so valueless that even the Lord of Training couldn’t comprehend them.
Yet their power exceeded all imagination.
And what of that magic?

[“Did this one begin with a special innate talent from the start?”]

The magical damage and casting speed are extraordinary.
Does it possess some special unique ability?
The Lord of Training, unaware of the Covenant Quill’s existence, could only jump to such conclusions.
Han Yu-sung passed through the third gate at tremendous speed.
Then the next gate, and the one after that.

[I shall test the strength of the trainee.]

What remained was the final gate.
Beyond it loomed an enormous stone door.
A Warrior Guardian clad in heavy Eastern-style armor stood guard before it.
In his grip was a greatsword honed to a razor’s edge.

– Come forth!

The Warrior Guardian stamped the ground with all his might.
Han Yu-sung caught sight of a message that appeared at the corner of his vision.

[At your current level, defeating this formidable foe will be difficult.]
[The Divine Body effect triggers the buff ‘Giant Killer’.]
[All stats +10, fist damage +25%, speed +15%.]

If my memory serves, that Warrior Guardian should be a named monster.
That meant I could earn rewards through the Divine Body effect.
Han Yu-sung clenched his fists and grinned.

“No need to ask twice.”

Whoooosh!

A ferocious gale tore through the corridor.
The distance between the Warrior Guardian and Han Yu-sung vanished in an instant.
Han Yu-sung dropped low and drove straight into the Warrior Guardian’s guard.
Then came the strike.

Crack!

– Ugh, hnngh…!

Lightning erupted from the Warrior Guardian’s solar plexus.
Sparks scattered across my vision. But the Warrior Guardian was no pushover. He realized he was too slow to match Han Yu-sung’s speed.
The Warrior Guardian waited for Han Yu-sung’s attack to reach him.
And the moment the blade made contact.

– One Flash!

The Warrior Guardian’s sword came crashing down on Han Yu-sung.
A blade imbued with enough force to cleave through steel itself.
Han Yu-sung read the sword’s trajectory and gathered mana into his fist.
Then, twisting his body, he struck the flat of the blade with tremendous force.

Kwaaang!

The mana burst forth, warping the sword’s path.
The greatsword, which had grazed Han Yu-sung’s chest, buried itself deep in the earth. Seizing the opportunity, Han Yu-sung kicked off the ground and charged forward.
The Warrior Guardian’s eyes flashed with intensity at the sight.

– Hrraaagh!

The Warrior Guardian wrenched the greatsword from the ground in one fluid motion.
Then, sweeping upward from below, he struck Han Yu-sung with the flat of the blade.
The dull edge of the sword was no different from a bludgeon.
But the Warrior Guardian’s attack was something else entirely.

Shiiing!

A pale aura wrapped around the greatsword.
Sword energy that severed everything it touched.
With such energy present, even the flat of the blade became a lethal weapon capable of cutting flesh.
This was the Warrior Guardian’s true gambit.
If the enemy couldn’t dodge the first attack, it would be over.
But if they evaded it and turned it into a counterattack opportunity instead.

Shwaaack!

– Rend asunder!

I cleave through the careless opponent in a single stroke.
The greatsword infused with sword energy cuts cleanly through Warrior Guardian’s body.
A body splitting apart. A face twisted in shock at the unexpected attack.
Yet a deep smile bloomed across that face.

Whoooosh!

The afterimage scatters and vanishes.
In that gap, magic missiles streak forth and slam into Warrior Guardian’s entire body.
Warrior Guardian’s eyes widen in disbelief.

[Activating Physical Enhancement. Attack power and defense +30%.]
[Activating Ring of Mighty Strikes. Next attack skill enhanced.]

Han Yu-sung retreats sharply using Cloud Step, then immediately unfurls Gale Step to reach Warrior Guardian’s position in an instant.
Activating the Ring of Mighty Strikes’ effect, I stamp the ground. Mana surges throughout my entire body.
And when that mana reaches my fist.

BOOM!

—Ugh…!

The mana explosion strikes Warrior Guardian’s heart directly.
The armor crumples instantly.
The flesh within pulps, the heart bursts from the single blow. Blood sprays from Warrior Guardian’s mouth.
Han Yu-sung wrenches the creature’s arm and seizes the greatsword.

—H-how…?
“I knew it already.”

It was a pattern I had already encountered in my past life.
Back then, I fell victim to that pattern and sustained injuries. Though not enough to lose. In any case, I won’t fall for the same pattern twice.
For Warrior Guardian, it must be a bitter outcome.

“It was entertaining. Consider yourself unlucky.”

Of course, that was none of Han Yu-sung’s concern.
As I sever Warrior Guardian’s neck with the greatsword, a message appears before my eyes.

[You have successfully defeated a formidable opponent.]
[You have satisfied the activation condition for the unique ability, ‘Divine Descent’.]
[Additional rewards are being granted.]
[Health +1, and Fighting Spirit additionally increases by +2.]

With this, my Fighting Spirit exceeded 10.
It was still considerably low, but I wondered if the effect of Giant Slaying might improve somewhat at this level.

[“Ah! Trainee! That you have reached this far means….”]

Text appeared that felt loud even to the eyes.
Han Yu-sung ignored the text and examined his own body.

“Hmm, I’d say I’m injured to a reasonable degree.”

To reach this point, I had evaded countless traps and fought enemies.
In that process, sustaining wounds was unavoidable. Some were minor, but others required swift treatment.
I could heal them all using the troll’s blood, but I decided against it.

‘Considering the fight with the Spirit of Blood Ghost… I’ll activate it at the right moment.’

As I walked toward the stone gate with that thought, text appeared before me, blocking my path.
These were messages sent by the Lord of Training, who believed himself to be ignored.

[“Ahem! You are the first to reach this far! Are you listening!”]
“Wasn’t I the only one who came here in the first place?”
[“Hmm! A fair point indeed.”]
[“Very well. You have proven yourself worthy to face the Spirit of Blood Ghost!”]
[“Enter! I have left my treasures within!”]

‘Still such a noisy text.’

As Han Yu-sung shook his head and stood before the stone gate guarded by the Warrior Guardian, it began to open with a deafening roar.
And what appeared within was….

‘No matter when I come, this place always has that piercing smell of blood.’

It was a chamber containing an enormous sarcophagus.
A room adorned with the finest materials imaginable. Like the passages outside, its walls were carved with murals—a chronicle depicting one man’s entire life.
The final mural showed the man meeting his death.
Han Yu-sung stood before the sarcophagus.

[A man who once swept the entire world with a savage crimson tempest.]
[In honor of the Spirit of Blood Ghost’s long labors, he is entombed here.]

“I’m not certain he would have wanted this, but….”

Thinking of the Spirit of Blood Ghost drew a bitter smile from me.
Han Yu-sung slowly reached toward the sarcophagus.
The moment my hand made contact—

BOOM!

With a deafening crash, the sarcophagus burst open.
Inside lay a man’s corpse, preserved so perfectly it seemed still alive.
A thick metallic reek of blood assaulted Han Yu-sung’s nostrils.
A scent that only emanates from one who has lived long surrounded by blood.

“So, you dare disturb my eternal rest.”

An ominous voice echoed from the sarcophagus.
Crimson energy poured from the corpse, coalescing into the form of a specter.
A phantom bearing the identical visage of the man preserved within the stone.
A middle-aged man with a sharp, severe countenance, his entire body covered in scars.
He fixed his gaze upon Han Yu-sung.

“Are you that cursed trainee or whatever they call you?”
“Yes. I am that cursed trainee.”
….

Han Yu-sung faced the phantom suspended in the void.
The specter’s expression grew peculiar at the unexpected response.

“Then you must be the Spirit of Blood Ghost favored by the Lord of Training.”
“…That’s correct. Though it was hardly my preference.”
“Not even the creation of this tomb?”

At those words, the Spirit of Blood Ghost’s expression grew bitter.

“Do you think I’m doing this because I want to? I’m dead. I’m nothing but a lingering spirit. All I desire is to rest in peace.”
“So you were dragged here against your will?”
“That’s right. That damnable Lord of Training….”

The Spirit of Blood Ghost exhaled a heavy sigh.
Then, clearing his throat with a theatrical cough, he continued.

“Gahahaha! I simply cannot bear to see my cherished Covenant Bearer forgotten! Trust in me alone, Covenant Bearer! I shall construct a tomb worthy of you and grant you the opportunity to find a successor to inherit your legacy!”
“Your impression is quite masterful.”
“After being confined here for so long, it comes naturally.”

He had suddenly mimicked the Lord of Training’s voice.
The skill was remarkably convincing, and Han Yu-sung found himself applauding. Though I had witnessed it in my past life as well, the ability remained impressive even now.

“I never needed a successor. When one dies, that is the end. There is no need to leave behind a legacy or have it inherited. Being remembered widely during my lifetime was sufficient.”

That was the Spirit of Blood Ghost’s philosophy.
What one accomplishes and what mark one leaves during life—that is what matters.

“I was satisfied with my life. Whether I am remembered or forgotten after death is for the living to decide. It is not my concern.”
“It seems the Lord of Training wished to ensure you would be remembered.”
“Tsk. A needless endeavor.”

The Spirit of Blood Ghost clicked his tongue.
Though this was an unwanted situation, the Lord of Training had cherished him and provided considerable aid—that much was undeniable.
He could not dismiss such sincerity.

“Regardless, this shall be the last time. I possess enough honor to indulge that damnable Lord’s final foolish act. So then.”

The Spirit of Blood Ghost descended slowly to the ground.
A crimson aura began to flow from his form, transforming into a blood-scented wind that swept through the chamber.
He assumed a deliberate stance.

“Come then, unwilling successor. Defeat me, and I shall reveal my greatest legacy. Should you fail, you will be cast out from this place.”

What was the greatest legacy?
It was the martial art that Spirit of Blood Ghost had favored in life.
It was also the martial art that Han Yu-sung had cherished in his previous existence.
Han Yu-sung felt the killing intent bearing down upon him and clenched his fists.
Then he slowly opened his mouth.

“Would you not prefer a true fight?”
“…What?”

Words that spilled from those lips were meant to provoke Spirit of Blood Ghost.
Han Yu-sung wore a subtle smile.

“Spirit of Blood Ghost. Teach me the martial techniques you once wielded.”

An utterance entirely unexpected.
Spirit of Blood Ghost tilted his head without thinking.

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