The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 105

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 105

“So this is the Realm of Strength.”

Han Yu-sung had arrived in an expansive space.
If there was a difference from the first realm, it was the countless coffins visible all around.
Yet the interiors of those coffins held nothing.

[An ominous place indeed. Undead are sure to emerge from such a location.]
“It certainly looks the part.”

It would be no surprise if undead burst forth from those coffins at any moment.
Though that wouldn’t happen since they were empty.
As I stood in the center of the realm, surveying my surroundings, a voice echoed from somewhere.

[This is the second realm, ‘Strength’.]
[You must prove your strength here. If you do not possess the power to overcome any obstacle, you cannot escape this place.]
[Only those who possess true strength shall advance to the end.]

Whoooosh!

A pale aura flowed from the surrounding coffins.
The aura enveloped the space, and soon took form.
The forms of ‘Oath-Sworn’ of countless races.

[Those here are Oath-Sworn who once served the Lord.]
[Even in death, they desired to follow the Lord and wished to guard the Tomb of the Lord where he sleeps. Thus was this realm born.]

The foremost Oath-Sworn gripped a greatsword.
He stepped forward as if to declare himself the first to strike down the grave robber, while the other Oath-Sworn watched.

[Defeat the Oath-Sworn in battle.]
[Prove your ‘strength’.]

True to its purpose of testing ‘strength’, the realm had an extremely straightforward structure.
A natural smile spread across my face.

“I like this place.”

Fighting without overthinking—that was Han Yu-sung’s preferred trial.
But this alone wasn’t enough.
I gestured toward those beyond, the Oath-sworn watching me.

“Come at me all at once. I don’t have time to fight you one by one.”
– ….

The Oath-sworn gave no response.
Then I would simply force them to answer.
Shadows surged from the ground, transforming into countless blades that shot toward the Oath-sworn.
As they batted the blades away, hostility bloomed across their faces.

“Let’s do this.”
– Saaaaaaaa…!

Only then did the Oath-sworn reveal their malice and charge forward.
Han Yu-sung drew the Banner of War and drove it into the earth.
Fierce flames scorched the ground, transforming the entire region.

[The ‘Banner of War’ has declared ‘War’ upon this region.]
[Buffs are granted to the faction that satisfies the sacred relic.]

Han Yu-sung grinned wickedly and stamped the ground.

* * *

Slice, crush, destroy.
I fought on, lost in a trance of combat.
A swordsman’s blade came for my head.
I deflected it with a fist wreathed in blood wind, piercing the enemy’s heart instead.
Five enemies, weapons unleashed from all directions at once.
I stepped into the True Angle, summoning fierce flames, and became lightning itself—severing them all.
Twenty enemies, countless spells and arrows converged on me.
I nullified most attacks with Earth Shattering, then unleashed a barrage of sword energy that swept them away.
Sixty enemies, new combatants summoned forth.
There was no need to think.
I moved as my body remembered, as my instincts commanded.
Like a malevolent spirit consumed by the madness of battle.

[‘War’s Banner’ was satisfied with Han Yu-sung’s performance.]
[Han Yu-sung receives the blessing of War’s Banner!]
[Blessing: All stats +20%, Attack Power +20%, Defense +20%, Speed +10%. Additionally grants unwavering courage in battle.]

Satisfied with his performance, War’s Banner bestowed its blessing upon him.
Yet Han Yu-sung could not see such messages now.
All that filled his vision were countless Oath-takers—enemies that had to be cut down.
His blade thrust forward, piercing through an Oath-taker’s throat.

—Kgh, gahhh…!

A death cry echoed through the space.
Han Yu-sung immediately sought his next target, continuing to dispatch enemies, pursuing prey like a starving predator.
In the midst of this frenzied combat, he suddenly realized something.

—Remarkable… such power…

There were no Oath-takers left.
The one he had just defeated was the last.
It spoke words mingled with shock and admiration before scattering like smoke.
Only Han Yu-sung, gripping his blade, remained in this place.

[Truly, you fight with such boldness every time. My lord.]
“Haah…”

Han Yu-sung exhaled deeply, steadying his breathing.
It had been a wave-structured battle—defeat roughly sixty Oath-takers, and a similar number would appear in the next wave to attack. That was the pattern.
He had no idea how many waves had continued.
He’d faced perhaps several hundred in total. At some point, the Oath-takers simply stopped spawning.
Ordinarily, facing such numbers alone would be reckless.

[Players who participated in the National Inter-Country Tournament receive special privileges.]
[While clearing this Dungeon, all stats increase by 50%, and the acquisition of experience and skill experience increases significantly.]

But because of these privileges, recklessness became calculated strategy.
Han Yu-sung dismissed the message and surveyed his surroundings.
The waves had ended, yet the path forward remained obscured.

‘Is there still more to come?’

The moment Han Yu-sung formed that thought.

A tremendous boom echoed through the Cavern.

The shockwave was violent enough to shake everything around him.
Han Yu-sung traced the source of the impact and realized something that hadn’t existed moments before had materialized.
Han Yu-sung found the source of the shock and realized that something that hadn’t existed until just moments ago had appeared.

[A door. And an extraordinarily massive one at that.]
It’s a door. And a massive one at that.

Han Yu-sung rapped his knuckles against it lightly.
It wasn’t steel—it was composed of some unknown special metal.
It wasn’t steel, but rather made of some special metal whose exact composition was unknown.

[Destroy it with one blow. Prove your strength and advance.]
[Should you fail to destroy it, you will be returned to the beginning.]
If you fail to destroy it, you will be sent back to the beginning.

“You’re being a pain.”

Defeating the Sworn Ones should have been sufficient.
But if it had ended there, it would have been far too trivial as a test of strength.
But if it had ended there, it would have been too trivial for a test of strength.

“Likely so. Either way, it’s nothing but a nuisance.”
“Probably so. Either way, it’s incredibly annoying.”

Han Yu-sung stood before the colossal door.
Regardless of its material or weight, its sheer size alone inspired an overwhelming sense of futility.
Regardless of material or weight, its sheer size alone creates an inescapable sense of overwhelm.

“So, you’re saying you can’t break through it?”

[War’s crimson flames ignite.]
[Blood Demon’s blessing strengthens the attack and weakens the defense.]
Blood Demon’s blessing strengthens attacks and weakens defenses.

“That can’t be right.”

Han Yu-sung gripped the Blood Demon Sword and focused his consciousness.
Honing himself like a single sharp blade, sharpening and sharpening again, until reaching the absolute limit.
The flow of air around him slowed, and before his eyes existed only himself and the space beyond the door.
And finally, when he reached the pinnacle of concentration.

Halden Style Swordsmanship, Fourth Form.
Annihilation.

Han Yu-sung unleashed his sword, its blade condensed with magical power.
The piercing slash struck precisely at a single point on the door.
The point where the door’s ‘weakness’ existed—visible only to Han Yu-sung.

[Through the effect of the ‘Sword Saint’ skill, you perceive the ‘weakness’.]

Crash!

A violent explosion erupted from the point where the slash had split the door, sweeping across its entire surface.
The steadfast door shook violently.
After a moment, a brief silence fell.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

Cracks began to form, spreading outward from the weakness Han Yu-sung had severed.
The fissures rapidly spread across the entire door, shattering it into countless fragments and destroying it completely.
Then what had been hidden beyond the door revealed itself.

[You have successfully proven your ‘strength’.]
[A portal to the next realm opens before you.]

The message was a welcome one for Han Yu-sung.
With this, I had conquered two realms.
What remained was the final realm.

“Conviction, they called it.”
[How vague. Conviction—what exactly am I meant to prove?]
“Who knows. Either way, I’ll find out once I go through.”

Han Yu-sung stepped through the portal without hesitation.

* * *

The surrounding landscape melted away like wax, dissolving into nothingness.
I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them to find myself in an incomprehensible white expanse.
Literally, a space devoid of anything.

[You who would desecrate the Tomb of the Lord.]

Then, a solemn voice echoed through the void.
It was a voice that carried the unmistakable presence of a lord, though hazy and indistinct.

[For what do you fight?]
[For what do you advance through this tomb?]
[There is no single correct answer to this question. Yet the outcome shall differ based on what conviction you display. Answer with care.]

It was an unexpected question.
I never imagined I would face such an inquiry in this place.

“So it comes down to conviction.”

What life goal and direction do I possess?
Though the question was unforeseen, answering it proved simple.
I had already determined my answer the moment I chose to return.

“To gain strength.”
[And what is the reason for that?]
“To set everything right….”

Han Yu-sung gazed forward and answered with unwavering resolve.

“I seek the strength to kill the Lord.”
[….]

The voice fell silent at my answer.
It was clearly not the response it expected.
A player entering the Tomb of the Lord, declaring that he sought the strength to kill the Lord itself.
The voice remained silent for a long time.

[It is a conviction impossible for a player to achieve, an ideal beyond their grasp.]
[But grave robber, if such is your conviction….]

The space around me began to shift and transform.
The white expanse melted away like snow, and a vast Temple materialized before me. It was a magnificent structure, dominated by an enormous divine statue and intricate murals adorning its walls.
And at the very center of that Temple stood an immense sarcophagus.

[Prove it.]
[That you possess the will and strength to realize that conviction.]
[Should you do so, this Tomb shall acknowledge you.]

Crrreak!

With a deafening roar, the massive sarcophagus swung open.
A hazy aura surged forth from within.
It was an essence imbued with the overwhelming presence unique to a Lord, though faint and diminished.
That aura soon took on tangible form.

[The difficulty of the final area of the 【Tomb of the Lord】 has been elevated.]
[You now face the highest difficulty tier.]
[The 【Remnant of the Lord】 dormant within the Tomb has awakened.]

It took the shape of an elderly man clad in ornate armor.
In his hand was gripped a spear inscribed with countless intricate patterns and runes.

– Prove yourself.

In that same instant, an intense presence crashed over me.
The old man’s eyes snapped open.

Rumble!

Thunder roared from above, and countless bolts of lightning descended in a cataclysm.
The old man absorbed every scattering bolt of lightning, wreathing his entire body in crackling electricity.
Thus revealed was the Thunder God.

[The 【Remnant of the Thunder God】 has awakened.]
[Overcome the remnant and claim the rewards left within the Tomb!]

The remnants of a lord who once governed thunder descended.
An old man—one who had once been called the Thunder God—leveled his spear at me.

– I shall test the conviction that dwells within you.

With those words, lightning crashed down with ferocious intensity.
I summoned my mana and laughed savagely.

“Bring it on.”

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