The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 112

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 112

The vast expanse of the Fortress came into view.
Across the sprawling City Walls stood various defensive structures, including towers, while Elfen Tribe members could be seen standing guard or preparing for deployment.
Countless players had been summoned to this location.

“Ugh! Damn it, I’m dizzy as hell. Where is this place?”
“It looks like a fortress of some kind. A pretty eco-friendly one, though.”
“Those strangely shaped creatures—are those the Elfen Tribe or something?”
“There are a lot of players here. Or wait, considering there are a million participants total, is this actually few? Where did the rest go?”

The number of players summoned to the Main Base was merely tens of thousands.
Given that five hundred thousand players had been assigned to each faction, this was a small fraction.
As the players looked around, they quickly grasped the reason.

‘Why are so many famous players here?’
‘Ah, I see. They’ve gathered only the high-level players in this location.’
‘So they’ve selected us. This is more unpleasant than I expected…’

A message had appeared moments before.
A message stating that the Great Hero of Elfen had determined the starting positions.
It seemed they had summoned players they deemed useful to the Main Base, while assigning the rest to various attack routes.
Then, members of the Elfen Tribe approached the players.

“About time you arrived. Everyone stay here and wait! Do not interfere with our kinsmen’s deployment!”
“The Great Hero will arrive shortly, so remain in position!”

The Elfen Tribe members shouted with an imperious tone.
The players’ expressions naturally twisted at their attitude.
Han Yu-sung surveyed the faces of the players before turning to Kakasha with a question.

‘Kakasha. What is the list of Lords assigned to Elfen?’
[I am checking now. Hmm, let me see… Grrr! Yes, I have it! Achiros! That bastard is on our side!]
‘Great, this is troublesome. Things are different from my past life.’

In my previous life, Han Yu-sung was assigned to the ‘Elfen’ tribe, and Achiros to the ‘Belakin’ tribe.
Only Achiros’s tribe had been switched this time around.
Just as Han Yu-sung had been in the ‘Dragon’s Tomb’.
Kakasha screamed inside his mind.

‘In the previous life, that bastard belonged to the Belakin tribe alongside the Lord of the Dead, so why is he affiliated with the Elfen tribe this time?’
[This madman is investing like crazy! Everything that can be invested… ugh! My coins must be in there too! My lord, shouldn’t we invest our coins right now as well?!]
‘Wait a moment. The fact that Achiros is investing coins like that means…’

There was a reason for it.
Solid proof that the Elfen tribe would emerge victorious in this trial.
I could quickly discern what that reason was.

Crunch!

The sound of teeth grinding echoed from somewhere.
When Han Yu-sung turned to look, a familiar face came into view.

[A Sworn Servant of Justice, then. So his name is…]
‘Lee Su-ho.’

Lee Su-ho, his face twisted in fury, glared at Han Yu-sung.
Undisguised rage blazed across his features.

“Lee Su-ho, sir. Why are you—ah.”
“That’s… Han Yu-sung. Ah, so that’s why the lord invested…”
“Silence! Why are you spouting nonsense?”

Numerous fellow Sworn Servants of Justice stood beside Lee Su-ho.
This was the reason Achiros had poured massive investments into the Elfen tribe.
Han Yu-sung, who had demonstrated extraordinary feats in recent trials.
And Lee Su-ho, Korea’s representative player, stood among them.

‘The real problem is that the Elfen tribe actually has a high probability of winning.’

Han Yu-sung had no intention of failing this trial.
Just as I had overcome every trial thus far, I would end this war in victory.
The problem was that doing so would also line Achiros’s pockets.

[I despise serving as a vessel!]
‘I feel the same. I can’t possibly feed that bastard’s ambitions.’
[Switching to the Belakin Tribe… Ugh! It won’t work! It’s completely blocked! There’s even a note saying it can’t be changed, how considerate….]

I needed a new option.
And whether I should call this fortunate or not, I wasn’t sure.

[You there, do you have some method?]
‘I do have one. Though it’s not something I particularly want to do.’
[Explain it at once! I refuse to remain alongside Achiros!]

Han Yu-sung turned away, lost in thought.
At that, Lee Su-ho’s face crumpled further, feeling dismissed.

‘That bastard deserves to be torn apart…!’

Such was Lee Su-ho’s sentiment.
But he couldn’t act on it. This trial imposed a constraint—he couldn’t inflict harm upon his own allies.
Moreover, his lord Achiros would never permit it. One reason for the massive investment was precisely because Han Yu-sung existed.
Therefore, there was only one thing he could do now.

‘In this trial, I will absolutely surpass that bastard.’

Absolutely.
Lee Su-ho believed he could accomplish it.
Then, from somewhere, he sensed the presence of a being wielding tremendous power.
That presence emanated from atop the city gates.

“Brethren of my kind, advance! The central assault route faces peril! Support our forces and annihilate the vile Belakin Tribe! This continent shall belong to us noble Elfen!”

Green mana scattered like pollen across the entire fortress.
At its center stood an Elfen whose entire body was composed of ancient wood.
A male with multiple pairs of wings, crowned with a diadem of blossoms.
Standing upon the city walls, he unleashed another surge of tremendous mana.

“I, Silvaran, shall bestow my blessing upon you!”

[The Great Hero Silvaran’s blessing descends upon the Elfen Tribe.]
[All stats increase by +20. Attack power and skill damage increase by +10%. Defense and magic resistance….]

Vitality surged through the blessed bodies of the Elfen Tribe.
The Elfen warriors cried out in unison, advancing with fierce determination.
Yet before them stood creatures of peculiar design.

“Send the slaves forward! They shall serve as our shields!”
“Move, you wretches! There is no rest for the likes of you!”

Bipedal reptilian beasts clad in thick carapace armor.
The players who witnessed them tilted their heads in confusion.

“What are those creatures?”
“Ah, those are what we call ‘slaves’ instead of giving them names. They lack intelligence, but their bodies are remarkably resilient. Even when slain, they regenerate after a certain period, making them quite useful.”
“Slaves? So they’re like some kind of minion?”

Crack! The sharp whistle of a whip tore through the air.
The slaves, struck by the Elfen’s lash, scrambled forward in haste.
These unintelligent beasts obeyed their master with absolute submission.
And at that very moment, a man descended from atop the City Walls.

“My, I’m late. A sudden influx of investments, you see.”

An Elfen male who called himself Silvaran.
As he snapped his fingers, the slaves approached and prostrated themselves flat.
The man sat upon them as if they were a chair, spreading both arms wide.

“I am Silvaran. As you can see, I command the Elfen Tribe. I am honored to bear the distinguished title of ‘Great Hero.'”

A Great Hero of the Elfen Tribe.
The players who witnessed this murmured softly among themselves.

“More ordinary than I expected?”
“Right. The power emanating from him is immense, but his appearance is….”

True to their words, Silvaran’s appearance was nothing particularly remarkable.
He had not yet revealed his true form.
When Great Heroes fully unleash their power, their appearance transforms to befit the title of Great Hero.
Perhaps hearing their words, Silvaran offered a faint smile.
Yet he showed no further reaction.

“I am the one who summoned you to this place. Among the humans of this world, you possess particular utility, and thus I have done so. As a special detachment, I would appreciate it if you prioritized and swiftly handled the tasks I command.”

At those words, the players’ expressions naturally contorted.
The arrogance dripping from his tone, the contempt evident in his gaze.

‘Who does this bastard think he is, speaking with such arrogance?’
‘He’s not even a Lord, yet he acts as though he’s our superior….’
‘Is this what Belakin’s great hero is like? Absolutely infuriating.’

Silvaran’s demeanor was precisely that offensive.
He regarded the players as though they were subordinates to be exploited.

“What exactly are these tasks?”
“As you well know, this Battlefield contains monsters and events. Among them exist certain special ones that would be of considerable benefit to me.”

Lee Su-ho, having heard that much, let out an inward scoff.
He had already discerned what this great hero was after.

“While our allied forces positioned along the assault route engage in combat, I would have you, as a special detachment, handle those particular objectives. Simple enough, is it not?”
“And if we refuse? There’s no real choice here, is there?”
“Of course there isn’t. However, this command is hardly unfavorable to you. It will substantially aid in accumulating ‘merit’.”

All activities conducted on the Battlefield—eliminating enemies, processing monsters, resolving events—convert into ‘merit’.
Merit carried numerous benefits, but one stood paramount.

[Upon accumulating merit to a certain threshold, you shall be resurrected.]

A privilege allowing resurrection upon the trial’s conclusion, even in death.
An extra life, one might say.
The problem was that no one knew what that certain threshold actually was.

“Hmm, accumulating merit is certainly important, but….”
“It seems reasonable to me. Wouldn’t moving as a special detachment be better than grinding away on the assault route? It’s more flexible that way.”
“I don’t like his attitude, but there’s no helping it.”

Regardless, there was nothing to lose.
Silvaran snapped his fingers.
Immediately, a stack of orders materialized before the players’ eyes.
Documents filled with instructions—monster elimination, event resolution, and the like.

“Alright. Let’s start with the requests that offer the most experience points….”
“We need to move before others snatch them up. Let’s go! Hurry!”
“Move out!”

The players scrambled about in haste.
Amidst the flurry of activity, Han Yu-sung stood apart, silently observing something.
Then, dozens of players approached Han Yu-sung.

“Han Yu-sung.”

It was Yoon Ga-ram.
The players accompanying her must be Shadow Oath-takers.
Yoon Ga-ram, drawing closer, bowed her head lightly.

“So you’re participating in this trial as well. What are you observing so intently?”
“Looking at them reminds me of something.”
“Hmm…? Those are slaves, are they not?”

What Han Yu-sung was gazing upon were the ‘slaves’.
Creatures devoid of intelligence, deployed like minions across this battlefield.
But Han Yu-sung, being a returnee, knew better.

‘These beasts called slaves harbor a secret.’

In my past life, I once explored Death’s Domain.
The reason was none other than an event.

[Special Event: Death’s Domain.]
[Explore Death’s Domain. Upon successful exploration of said domain, you shall receive a ‘special reward’ beyond any ordinary compensation.]

It was an event that appeared once the trial had progressed sufficiently.
At that time, I was affiliated with the Elfen Tribe.
The war situation was unfavorable for the Elfen Tribe, and we needed a way to turn the tide.
So the players formed a raid party and explored Death’s Domain.
I was one of the members of that raid party.
Needless to say, the result was.

‘A miserable failure.’

Death’s Domain was not a place that players could conquer.
Most players had perished there without achieving anything of note.
But a handful of survivors existed, and Han Yu-sung was one of them.
At that moment, Han Yu-sung could see it.

[Special Event: Death’s Domain.]
[Explore Death’s Domain. Explore the area….]

The event description window floating before his eyes was changing.
The letters melted away like wax, and new text emerged in their place.

[Special Event: Death’s Domain.]
[Explore Death’s Domain. Help us. Save our fallen race. Find me….]
[A truth related to the race called ‘Slaves’ lies hidden in this place….]

A desperate plea from an unknown sender.
Words laden with anguish materialized before Han Yu-sung’s eyes, then vanished as if someone had forcibly erased them.
It was then that I became certain—the Slaves harbored a secret.
The problem was that my power fell short of uncovering it.

‘What I need now is a third option.’

Neither the Elfen Tribe nor the Belakin Tribe, but an entirely new choice.
The message that had flickered into existence and vanished made that abundantly clear.
A truth related to the race called ‘Slaves’ lay concealed.

‘It’s uncertain, but it’s worth the wager.’

If my suspicion proved correct.

‘I could turn the Slaves into a third option and overturn the entire board.’

The moment Han Yu-sung entertained that thought.
The message he had been waiting for appeared before his eyes.

[The special effect of 【Blessing of Trials】 activates.]
[Hidden Piece discovered: ‘King of the Fallen Race’.]
[Guiding you to the location of the Hidden Piece.]

As if answering Han Yu-sung’s very thoughts.
The ‘third option’ he had been seeking.

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