The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 117

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 117

The Lord of War’s conflagration consumed magic as it surged toward Tarmuk.
But that was merely a distraction.
Han Yu-sung stretched his arm wide and drove his fist deep into the earth.

Crack!

A spear forged from lightning materialized in Han Yu-sung’s grasp.
An A-rank sacred artifact—the Thunder God’s Spear.
A gift from the Thunder God to Han Yu-sung, who had once demanded the strength to kill a Lord, to set all things right.
Violent lightning scattered in all directions.

What meaning could this possibly hold? You are merely human. Even with that spear, nothing will change.

Suddenly, the words the Thunder God’s remnant had spoken echoed in my mind.
A being exploited even in death.
At the end of it all, a Lord who had grown weary of being a Lord itself.
The Thunder God had given me the spear while doubting its significance.
How could a mere human stand against a Lord?
Yet despite that, he had respected Han Yu-sung, who had defeated him.

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

Han Yu-sung raised the spear high.
In that instant, the heavens split open.
Countless bolts of lightning descended from the vast sky, flowing through the spear and absorbed into Han Yu-sung’s body.
Just as the Thunder God had once done.

“Watch, Thunder God.”

Soon all the lightning converged upon the spear.
The spear’s form transformed. No—it could no longer be called a spear.
Han Yu-sung took a wide stance, gripping a colossal bolt of lightning in his hand.
The lightning gathered in the spear ignited across his entire body.

“This is only the beginning.”

Crackle, crackle, crackle—!

Lightning erupted with a deafening roar.
Hundreds of bolts scattered in its wake, advancing in a tempest of pure electricity.
Tarmuk, whose attention had been fixed on the conflagration, only belatedly sensed the storm of lightning descending upon him—and in that same instant, his shock was absolute.

[What… what is the power contained in that spear…? Could it be…!]

The Thunder God’s Spear, launching forth with radiant lightning.
I could feel the tremendous power dwelling within this weapon.
Was it an artifact?
No—this destructive force transcended even Mythic-grade items. Only a ‘Holy Relic’ could possess such magnitude.
At minimum, A-rank. Perhaps even reaching S-rank.
Which made it all the more incomprehensible.

[How could a mere human…! Wield such a Holy Relic!]

What lord would entrust such a precious Holy Relic to ‘humans’—a race so inferior among the countless stars?
And how could they…

[Insignificant vermin! Why do you not comprehend the futility of your struggle!]

A mere human, wielding a Holy Relic with such freedom?
It was inconceivable. It should be impossible.
Yet here it was, unfolding before Tarmuk’s very eyes.
But still…

‘I can block it. With my descent, I can stop it!’

The damage would not be negligible.
This body would sustain considerable injury.
But not fatal. However, what of that human who unleashed this spear?
Is not his entire body already burning from the Holy Relic’s backlash?
It is possible. If I can only block this…

[I will kill you, huuuuuman!]

Tarmuk roared and urgently conjured magic.
The spear was still distant. I had ample time.
I would raise every defensive barrier I could muster to halve the spear’s power, then receive the weakened projectile with my body.
After that, I would kill that human and seize the sacred relics.
This was actually a favorable opportunity.
This was…

“Tarmuk! If you wish to be liberated, obey my command!”
[What? What nonsense is this…?]

At that moment, Han Yu-sung issued a command.
An order delivered to the body of Tarmuk, now a vessel for the descended lord.
The Greedy Researcher inwardly scoffed.
This body had become the vessel for the descent.
Since the lord maintained complete control, there was no way it could obey such a command.
And yet.

“Resist the lord who has stolen your body!”
[U, ugh…?!]

The body would not move.
As if someone were restraining its motion, the body suddenly froze.
The Greedy Researcher quickly grasped what was happening.

[Resisting, are you?! You worthless, experimental subject…!]

Tarmuk, the body that had become the vessel for descent, had begun to resist.
It was impossible. When a lord descended, the remnant consciousness within the vessel lost all control of the body until the descent concluded.
Those who experienced descent fell into a motionless abyss and slumbered.
Yet Tarmuk was moving.

[How?!]

The Greedy Researcher could not comprehend this situation.
Why would the body not obey? Why would a mere vessel resist?
Why was it following the command of that human instead of my own?
The duration of the body’s immobility was not long.
Merely a few seconds at most.

Krrrrrrrgh!

[Ah, ahhh….]

In this moment, those few seconds proved fatal.
The Greedy Researcher belatedly deployed defensive magic.
But it was too late. The 【Lightning Spear】 that had torn through the very air descended upon him, and the defensive magic he’d conjured was far too weak compared to what he’d anticipated.
A spear. Lightning crashes down.

Kwaaaaaaaaah!

[Gack, kuh… Kraaaaaaaaaah!]

The 【Thunder God’s Spear】 pierces through Tarmuk.
A tremendous storm of lightning erupted, and soon hundreds of cascading bolts engulfed Tarmuk’s entire body.
The relentless barrage of lightning tore through his flesh.
As if divine retribution itself had descended upon him.

[Hah, kuh-ugh….]

Tarmuk gasped out a pained groan.
Excruciating agony coursed through every inch of my body.
Caught off guard by the unexpected pain, Tarmuk’s movements froze, and Han Yu-sung seized that opening without hesitation.
A single bolt of lightning was unleashed.

Heavenly Thunder Sword Art, First Form.
【Island Thunder】.

Han Yu-sung, accelerated into a living thunderbolt, crashed down upon Tarmuk.
Like lightning itself piercing through Tarmuk’s body, Han Yu-sung unleashed 【Island Thunder】 in succession, racing along the creature’s spine.
Wherever he passed, deep wounds carved by lightning remained etched.
Han Yu-sung reached Tarmuk’s head faster than the lightning itself.

[This cannot be. I, a Lord, descended into this form!]

Eyes burning with fury fixed upon Han Yu-sung.
Every emotion imaginable surfaced across Tarmuk’s face.
Rage, humiliation, shock.
Unable to comprehend this situation, his visage twisted into something grotesque.

[I won’t lose to some nameless human…!]
“Han Yu-sung.”
[W-what?]

I gripped the Thunder God’s Spear in my hand as I spoke.
A smile brimming with competitive spirit spread across my face.

“That’s my name. Remember it well. Though I doubt we’ll meet again.”
[Noooooo…!]

In the next instant, a brilliant flash tore across the sky.
The Thunder God’s Spear, unleashed with a deafening roar, pierced through Tarmuk’s skull.
I didn’t stop there—I leaped onto his neck.
And brought down the War Flame, still burning with residual embers, with all my might.

Crunch!
Boom!

That was the end.
The massive head fell, and the body left headless collapsed.

[Ugh… gasp…!]

The moment the descended Lord, the Greedy Researcher, met defeat.

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Tarmuk was dead.
That meant the vessel used for the Lord’s descent had been destroyed.

[You have destroyed the vessel of the descended Lord!]

It meant the Star Lord had been defeated by a mere human.
As the vessel shattered, the expelled Greedy Researcher couldn’t believe this situation at all.
Defeated? Me? By a human?
What was even more shocking was.

[Ugh, kaaagh! M-my body… my body…!]

A terrible, searing pain coursed through me.
The effect of the sacred artifact, the Thunder God’s Spear.
The power contained within the spear had struck directly at the very source of existence of the Lord who had descended into this vessel.
Messages materialized before the Lord’s vision, warped by agony.

[You are a Designer! Interfering in the Battlefield and descending into the body of a Covenant Bearer are strictly forbidden by the Scale of Discipline!]
[You have violated the Scale of Discipline that you must uphold as a Designer!]
[As penalty, a massive amount of Coins will be confiscated!]

I felt my accumulated Coins draining away at a staggering rate.
But that wasn’t all.

[Critical damage inflicted upon your source of existence.]
[Power is draining away… You must use Coins to heal the wound! Vast quantities of Coins are required!]

The Lord consumed Coins for nearly every action.
Healing wounds was no exception. Minor injuries could recover with rest, but severe wounds demanded Coins to mend.

[I, I must heal the wound, right now, immediately…]

The Coins continued hemorrhaging at a relentless pace.
The Greedy Researcher desperately gathered the necessary Coins and healed the wound, stemming the outflow of power.
Yet the penalties were far from over.

[Compensation for interference in the Trial—Coins forcibly confiscated!]
[Compensation for interference in the Trial—Coins forcibly confiscated!]
[Compensation for interference in the Trial—Coins forcibly confiscated!]

[S-stop! Stop it! I said stop!]

The Greedy Researcher shrieked in desperation.
Why? Why had it come to this?
This was never the plan. Where exactly had everything gone wrong?
The cause was painfully obvious.
The Lord’s eyes fixed upon Han Yu-sung with burning hatred.

[If only you had never existed…!]

His eyes burned with a deep, murderous intent.
Sensing that gaze, Han Yu-sung lifted his head and let out a cold snort.
The Greedy Researcher was paying the price for violating the rules of the Scale of Discipline.
But it wasn’t enough. There was still more reckoning owed by that creature.

“Kakasha.”
[Hmm. Scale of Discipline! Can you hear me!]

Kakasha, hearing Han Yu-sung’s words, cried out loudly.

[My Lord, the Greedy Researcher has violated the Designer’s rules! He has corrupted fairness itself and unjustly interfered in the trial, causing harm to your sworn one! I demand just compensation!]
[W-wait. No, the Scale of Discipline is… anything but that!]

The Greedy Researcher cried out desperately.
But his voice never reached Kakasha or Han Yu-sung.
He had no coins left to send even a single message.
Soon, a strange energy emanated from somewhere.
An aura of divinity—neither human nor Star Lord, but something far greater.

[The Scale of Discipline has answered the Lord of War’s demand.]
[The Scale of Discipline opens.]

My vision flooded with white.
When I opened my eyes, I stood in the familiar White Space.
A place where nothing existed except for a colossal scale.
Beyond it, I could see the eyes of the Greedy Researcher.
Those eyes trembled with violent fury, glaring directly at me.
But that lasted only a moment.

[My Lord, Greedy Researcher.]

Hearing that stern voice, the Lord’s eyes trembled violently.
As though seized by terror itself.

[As the Designer who created the trial’s Battlefield, you are bound by rules you must uphold.]
[Yet you, blinded by greed, intervened in the trial through direct descent, and in doing so, you gravely violated the rules while defiling God’s Trial, which must be absolutely fair.]
[And innocent victims have suffered as a result.]
[All of this rests entirely upon your shoulders.]

The Scale of Discipline rendered its judgment as though pronouncing a verdict.
Its voice was utterly devoid of emotion, as if making a declaration.
The Greedy Researcher’s trembling intensified with each passing moment.
Unable to endure any longer, the creature desperately opened its mouth.

[Wait, wait just a moment! I have something to say. Grant me the right to defend myself…!]
[You are the subject of judgment. You are not permitted to speak.]
[Ugh, uuugh…?!]

A tremendous force forcibly sealed the Greedy Researcher’s mouth shut.
It was a power that even a Lord could not dare resist.

[This matter is unworthy of the scales. I shall render immediate judgment.]
[Star Lord, Greedy Researcher. You have caused harm to Han Yu-sung and his Lord, the Lord of War, through unjust interference.]
[Therefore, I decree appropriate compensation.]

The verdict was rendered.
The Greedy Researcher let out a pitiful scream through its sealed lips.
For an immediate judgment to follow, the compensation demanded would be astronomical.
But there was one critical problem.

‘That creature has nothing left to give.’

A Lord with a True Name would be different.
The Greedy Researcher was a Lord without a True Name. It wouldn’t possess many coins to begin with, and whatever it had would have been seized for previous compensations.
Nothing of value remained for that creature.
How could compensation be demanded in such circumstances?
The answer proved simpler than expected.

[However, since you lack the capacity to compensate,]
[I hereby strip you of your status as a Lord. From this moment forward, you shall fall into slavery under the Lord of War, and you must serve 【God’s Servitude】 until all compensation is paid in full.]

The fall of a Lord.
Upon reading that message, Han Yu-sung’s eyes widened.

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