The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 107

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 107

The battle was over.
Only then did the pain come crashing down.
My entire body was nearly charred, so it was inevitable.
All of it—the burns—had come from piercing through the heart of the lightning storm.

[Truly, that was madness. At least this is a place where death is forgiven… No, wait. You would have done the same even where death held no exemption!]
“I couldn’t have won any other way. You know that.”

Han Yu-sung answered calmly while tending to his wounds.
What he had aimed for was simple.
The inferno and the lightning storm colliding, tangling together, and in that momentary gap that formed—breaking through.
Among the effects of 【Swift】 was one that granted ‘30% damage reduction for the next movement skill deployed’, and he had wagered everything on that.
It was reckless, certainly.
Had he moved even slightly wrong, he would have been swept up in the storm and obliterated.

‘To face a descended Lord, one needs boldness that defies expectation.’

There had been a time before when the Lord of the Dead had attempted to descend.
Back then, Han Yu-sung had actually welcomed her descent.
It was a conclusion he had reached from facing multiple descended Lords in his past life.
When they first descend, they experience a ‘sense of discord’.
A discord born from inhabiting a player’s fragile body, so inferior compared to their consciousness as a Lord.
By exploiting that moment, one could inflict severe damage upon a descended Lord.

“The Thunder God is no different in that regard. The conditions are similar.”
[You’re not wrong, but to actually pull it off…]

Kakasha clicked his tongue.
A human facing a descended Lord could only be overwhelmed.
The power and presence emanating from a transcendent naturally crushed them.
How many would stand firm and advance forward instead of retreating?
Would anyone even dare to think of toppling a descended Lord?

– I acknowledge you, human.

A voice echoed through the empty air.
It was the Thunder God’s voice. The remnant consciousness that still lingered was speaking to me.
Not far from Han Yu-sung, the consciousness shimmered into view.

– You have proven yourself worthy. Moreover, I have witnessed your conviction with these very eyes. Whether you can achieve it, I cannot say….

The consciousness slowly extended its hand toward me.
Lightning gathered within that palm.

– This shall aid you in fulfilling your conviction.

It was a spear forged from lightning.
The very spear the Thunder God had wielded moments ago while fighting me.
I accepted the spear.

[You have conquered all Realms.]
[Congratulations! You are the first and last to breach the Final Realm, and have earned the recognition of the Thunder God’s Remnant.]
[This reward is granted to you alone.]
[You have obtained the Sacred Relic of the Thunder God, the Spear of Thunder!]

[Spear of Thunder (Grade A Sacred Relic).]
· Attack Power: 400.
· A sacred relic once favored by the Lord who governed ‘Thunder’ in wars against other Lords. It is now the sacred relic of the Lord of War, Kakasha.
· You may use Radiant Lightning at the cost of a suitable sacrifice.
· The spear is strengthened when facing a Lord. Additionally, when destroying the vessel of a ‘descended’ Lord, it can inflict meaningful damage upon the Lord themselves.
· Lightning-type skill damage +80%, attribute resistance penetration +30%.
· All skills utilizing the spear are classified as ‘Lightning-type’.

My eyes widened as I read the spear’s description.
Could the reward really be a Grade A sacred relic?
And one with an effect that could damage a descended Lord at that.
There was nothing to dislike about it.

[Ugh, grrrrgh…! Huff, I cannot absorb it!]
“What are you doing now?”
[I am acutely aware of my own weakness…! To think I cannot make even a dead Lord’s sacred relic my own!]

Kakasha seemed displeased.
The Lords could seize the sacred relics of other Lords and absorb them.
There were two primary methods of absorption: either absorb it directly and make its power their own, or reshape the relic to suit their personal style.

‘It seems they lack the strength to wield the sacred relic as they wish.’

It was likely because it was a Grade-A sacred relic.
Han Yu-sung clicked his tongue.

[Sigh, there’s no helping it. Just use it as is. Perhaps this is even better. It will allow you to conceal the relic’s true nature.]
“In that sense, you’re right. This is certainly better.”

There was already considerable speculation surrounding Han Yu-sung’s Lord.
What if he wielded a sacred relic imbued with the power of thunder?
People would grow even more confused, and it would be far more difficult for them to discern the Lord’s true identity.
Yet upon receiving the spear, a fundamental doubt arose within me.

– That spear was one I favored during my wars with the Lords. It possessed far greater power in those days, though it has weakened now. Yet the fundamental force contained within it has not vanished.
“Why would you give me such a spear? Aren’t you a Lord as well?”
– Hehehehe….

It was a question I could not help but ask.
The Thunder God was once a Lord himself.
Why would he give such a sacred relic to a player who claimed to desire the power to kill Lords?
Then the Thunder God smiled enigmatically.

– Look upon my fate, human. Even in death, I find no rest, and my very tomb is repurposed as part of some reward. Such is my wretched condition.
– I am utterly weary of being a Lord.

His words rang true.
This Dungeon was named the Tomb of the Lord.
From the Thunder God’s perspective, he had been torn from eternal slumber without warning.
And in the most grotesque form imaginable—as a reward Dungeon.

– Besides, what meaning could this possibly hold? You are merely human. Even with that spear, nothing will change.
The Thunder God still believed that his convictions would never come to pass.
It was an entirely rational assessment.

“Then watch from the afterlife. Whether I succeed or fail.”
– Remarkable confidence. Had I still lived, I would have made you my Apostle without hesitation.
“I’m afraid that’s not possible. I already have a Lord.”

The Thunder God burst into laughter.
I watched as the energy comprising his form gradually dispersed.

– A pity. But so it is….

Soon, his form vanished entirely.

– As you said, I shall watch. Whether you fulfill your conviction….

Those were the Thunder God’s final words.
I felt his consciousness dissipate completely.
Han Yu-sung and Kakasha watched the scene in silence.

[Ugh, how strange this feeling is! When I think that I could have ended up like that with a single misstep, the sensation becomes utterly peculiar!]
“You wouldn’t even have gotten a tomb. Achiros would have absorbed you outright.”
[T-that’s… certainly a strong possibility!]

It wasn’t merely a possibility—it was almost certainly what would have happened.
Had it not been for Han Yu-sung, Lee Su-ho would have taken the sacred relic containing Kakasha and offered it to Achiros, and Kakasha would have been absorbed and erased without a trace.
There would have been no time for a tomb to form.

“Well, that’s in the past now.”

There was little point in dwelling on it.
What mattered was obtaining the remaining rewards.
From what Han Yu-sung knew, the Tomb of the Lord offered rewards beyond sacred relics.
Rewards that would prove invaluable to a Lord.
As expected, the awaited message appeared.

[You receive the reward for clearing all realms!]
[The remaining power of the Tomb of the Lord is absorbed by your Lord.]
[You are granted 5 opportunities to select a Lord’s Blessing. Among these 5 chances, a ‘Special Blessing’ possessed by the Thunder God will appear!]
[The level of ‘Lord’s Protection’ increases by one rank!]

Upon reading the message, I immediately understood why Achiros coveted this so desperately.
And why it had proven invaluable to him in my past life as well.

‘A special blessing, indeed. No wonder Achiros would pursue it.’

The fact that it granted five opportunities to select a blessing was significant in itself.
Its value was too immense to quantify in coins.
Of course, since Achiros was a formidable Lord, he likely received fewer selections than this.

[Whooooooooo…!]

Regardless, it was an extraordinary reward for Kakasha.
Kakasha, bursting forth in his fairy form, bounded through the air with unbridled joy.

[Five chances to select a blessing! A special blessing at that! How many coins did I save? I feel like I’ve become fabulously wealthy!]
“Sigh.”

Han Yu-sung exhaled deeply as he watched Kakasha’s antics.
I had witnessed this countless times before, yet it never ceased to perplex me.
A transcendent Lord behaving with such frivolity.

[My Covenant Bearer has served me well! Come here! I am most pleased! As recompense, allow me to bestow my kiss upon you…!]
“Quiet. Back off.”
[Do not refuse me, uuuung…!]

Han Yu-sung sighed and pushed Kakasha’s head away.
Either way, I had obtained everything necessary from this place.

“I’m exhausted. Let’s return.”

Whether my fatigue stemmed from the battle or from Kakasha’s antics remained unclear.
Regardless, Han Yu-sung decided to make his exit.

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Lee Su-ho stood before the portal with an anxious expression.
Having been denied the opportunity to challenge the Final Realm, there was only one thing he could do: wait for Han Yu-sung, who had entered first, to fail.
That reality was crushing his pride mercilessly.
What infuriated him even more was.

‘If that bastard succeeds… No, that’s impossible.’

The possibility that the one who entered earlier—presumed to be Han Yu-sung—would clear this place kept surfacing in my mind.
If he succeeded, what would I do? What excuse could I offer to the Lord who would be disappointed in me?
The competition for the position of Apostle?
Everything would unravel. Beyond any point of recovery.

‘So he must fail. He absolutely must.’

That man would fail in the Final Realm.
Lee Su-ho desperately wished for it.
And then.

[A player has successfully cleared the Final Realm!]

That wish shattered miserably.
Lee Su-ho stared at the message before his eyes with trembling pupils.
It was a message that made him doubt his own vision in an instant.

[The player’s identity has been revealed.]
[Congratulations, Player Han Yu-sung! You challenged the highest difficulty of the Reward Dungeon and successfully obtained the highest level of rewards!]
[The Final Realm is closing. Players who have completed the Realm of Conviction will receive rewards according to their proof and return to Earth.]

“Han Yu… sung…”

Lee Su-ho murmured the name, rolling it over in his mind.
His vision reeled.
When he opened his eyes again, Lee Su-ho was standing outside the Dungeon alongside the other players.
Players who had been forcibly returned after completing the Realm of Conviction.

“What, what is this? Is it over?”
“Damn it! I didn’t get all my rewards! The Final Realm rewards!”
“Han Yu-sung got them, didn’t he? Is that the Han Yu-sung I know?”
“Wait, who did you say? I’m not familiar with this person, so could you explain more…”

Players conversing with one another, trying to make sense of the situation.
Their eyes caught sight of Lee Su-ho’s presence as they surveyed their surroundings.

“Huh? Lee Su-ho?”
“Don’t tell me he got expelled too?”

It was only natural, really.
Only one person could enter the Final Realm.
Han Yu-sung’s successful conquest meant everyone else had failed.

“Seriously? Lee Su-ho got kicked out too?”
“How is that possible? What’s the level difference between him and Han Yu-sung….”
“He must have failed, so that’s why he’s here. This is going to be noisy for a while.”

The problem was Lee Su-ho himself.
He was Korea’s representative player, after all.

“….”

Countless voices echoed around me.
Players murmuring about ‘failure’.
Strictly speaking, Lee Su-ho had simply been a step too slow.
But in the eyes of the other players, he was nothing more than a ‘failed conqueror’ like themselves.
And right then, a message appeared before Lee Su-ho’s eyes.

[The Lord of Justice expresses profound disappointment in you.]

Crack!

Unable to contain his rage, Lee Su-ho clenched his teeth.
How had it come to this? Why had the Lord become disappointed?
Who was the source of all this?

‘Han Yu-sung.’

Lee Su-ho gritted his teeth and etched that name into his mind.
He swore he would repay this humiliation without fail.

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