The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 124

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 124

The Belakin Tribe had been defeated.
It was far more than a simple defeat.
It was the worst imaginable loss—their entire race now subjugated to the Draken.
Meanwhile, the Draken Race reaped tremendous gains from this victory.

[The Draken investment tier has been unlocked to Stage 3!]
[The Lords have begun investing in the Draken race!]
[Investment in ‘Kaldrex Support’ has closed!]
[Investment in ‘Massive Racial Attack Enhancement’ has closed!]
[Investment in ‘Massive Racial Defense Enhancement’ has closed!]
[Investment in ‘Racial Vitality….’]

The greatest advantage was that the number of Lords pledging allegiance to the Draken had surged dramatically.
Those Lords who had switched their allegiance to the Draken rejoiced at the abundance of investment opportunities and began pouring all their Coins without reservation.
They had ample justification for their confidence.

[A race that crushed the Belakin Tribe when they were only at Stage 1? Now that Stage 3 is unlocked, if they receive all this investment….]
[They could trample the Elfen Tribe like insects!]
[And look at that Great Hero. He’s absurdly powerful!]
[Coins! Bring more Coins! Call the loan officer!]

The overwhelming might of the Draken race.
The martial prowess of Kaldrex, the Great Hero leading them.
And most importantly of all.

[I hear that man has become quite famous on Earth recently, hasn’t he?]
[He’s only recently made a name for himself. Apparently, he performed brilliantly in the God’s Trial that was held on Earth before….]
[He discovered an Epic Quest in the Dragon’s Tomb, and he found another one this time too. Honestly, it’s hard to believe.]
[Actually, it’s reassuring. It gives me confidence, you know? It makes me want to invest.]

Han Yu-sung—that was the name.
A player whose brilliant exploits were so remarkable that even the Lords of the Stars, who rarely bothered to remember the names of ordinary players, had taken notice.
And had he not once again overturned the entire game board with his astounding performance?
Moreover, he had overcome the intervention of the Lord of the Dead in a single stroke.
With that player in their ranks, victory seemed assured.

[The Lords’ investments are pouring in!]

Confident in victory, the Lords began investing frantically.
Their investments became the strength of the Draken, Kaldrex, and myself.

[Haaaa! Isn’t the investment too much! I cannot fall behind. I shall take out more loans and invest further…!]
“Calm yourself. You’ll understand when you look at the contribution metrics.”
[Contribution metrics? What? What is this?]

Han Yu-sung hastily calmed Kakasha, who was desperate to invest.
The Coins invested by the Lords were converted into ‘contribution metrics’ toward their respective races.
That was precisely why the Lords were pouring out massive amounts of Coins.
But it was irrelevant to Kakasha and Han Yu-sung.

[Lord of War’s contribution metrics: Immeasurable.]
[Han Yu-sung’s merit: Immeasurable.]
[Kaldrex and the Draken Race feel profound gratitude toward their saviors. The highest level of rewards are guaranteed!]

It was only natural.
Han Yu-sung and Kakasha had resurrected the fallen Draken Race.
We had supported the race—once reduced to slavery—in reclaiming their original form, and even restored their capital, which had been corrupted by Death’s Domain.
The system judged their contribution metrics to be beyond measurement.
Thus, there was no need to rush into investments like the other Lords.

“Still, there is something I want to invest in.”
[What are you saying? Ah, you mean this one.]

Han Yu-sung selected one item from the numerous investment options.
It was an investment listing marked with a special designation.

[· Guardian Spirit, ‘Tarmuk’ Restoration – 1,000,000.]
[This investment option is visible only to you.]

Tarmuk—the hybrid I had slain.
When I asked Kaldrex about him, he turned out to be far more significant than I had anticipated.

[A guardian spirit who has watched over our race since ancient times. In life, he was a magnificent dragon. We had preserved his bones as a national treasure, but it seems that wretched Lord made use of them.]

Because of the Greedy Researcher, even in death, I could not rest in peace.
Han Yu-sung made the decision to invest without the slightest hesitation.
Restoring it would help in some way or another.

“Han Yu-sung, the players have finished their preparations as well. The numbers have swelled thanks to the sworn followers who changed their allegiance to follow the Lord.”
“Our Draken are ready to fight at any moment.”

By then, the organization of Fang Fortress seemed to be largely complete.
Looking around, I could see countless Draken tribesmen. Behind them stood the players in formation, along with the surrendered Belakin tribe.
Their numbers and strength were incomparable to what they had been at the start.
Han Yu-sung locked eyes with Kaldrex.

“Kaldrex. Are the preparations complete?”
[I am ready to move at any time.]
“Good then. Let us….”

Now only one race remained on this Battlefield.

“Let us go end this war.”

With a tremendous roar.
The Draken Race began their advance toward the last remaining enemy.

* * *

The Draken, who had been reduced to slavery, reclaimed their true form.
Though not to the extent of the Belakin tribe, the Elfen tribe had also enslaved many.
Those slaves soon regained their Draken appearance and rose in rebellion.
The Elfen tribe was forced to spend considerable effort suppressing the uprising.
And just when the situation had finally begun to settle.

[The Belakin tribe’s Main Base, Fang Fortress, has fallen.]
[The Belakin tribe has been defeated by the Draken Race.]

A message appeared before the eyes of all those belonging to the Elfen tribe.
The content was utterly unbelievable even when witnessed firsthand.
The Draken Race had appeared mere hours ago—perhaps only one or two at most. Yet in that short span, the Belakin tribe had already fallen?
Everyone fell into turmoil, especially the players.

“W-what do we do? Do we have to keep fighting?”
“The Lord said the Draken Race, who subjugated the Belakin Tribe, would attack us. We can hold them off on our own, right?”
“…No, I don’t think we can. Considering how strong these creatures are.”

We had no choice but to understand after fighting the rebellious Draken Race.
This race is formidable. They subjugated the Belakin Tribe and received massive investment, so they must be even stronger now.
Can we even hold them back?
Naturally, our will to fight crumbled.
And the Elfen Tribe felt it even more acutely.

“T-the Draken Race? How did they regain their original forms!”
“If they’ve appeared, then that great hero must…!”
“Silvaran! What should we do! Please guide us!”

The Elfen Tribe were a race that lived for eons.
They knew their slaves were the Draken, that they were originally the race that ruled this continent, that they possessed tremendous power.
So they had secretly savored the sight of them reduced to slavery.
A noble and mighty race brought to such pathetic ruin.
But now, the slaves had reclaimed their original strength.

“Great Hero. The slave rebellion has caused many casualties. Infrastructure has suffered severe damage.”
“L-Lords continue to defect! It seems the Draken Race—a human named Han Yu-sung keeps sending proposals!”
“Silvaran!”

The desperate Elfen Tribe sought out Silvaran.
Silvaran stood upon the City Walls, gazing beyond the distant horizon.
At first glance, he appeared to be gravely contemplating a solution.
Of course, his inner thoughts were quite different.

[A Lord affiliated with the ‘Elfen Tribe’ is defecting!]

The endless stream of messages was driving Silvaran to madness.
The Lords, having judged the situation hopeless, were abandoning him without end.
Silvaran desperately tried to hold them back.

“My Lords, hear me out! We face temporary hardship now, but with your continued investment, we can surely overcome this crisis…!”
[Didn’t you say our investment wasn’t necessary? Silvaran.]
[That’s right. You said so yourself. Even if new investment opportunities arise, there would be no place for us Lords among you….]

But the moment I heard those words, my mouth went dry.
It was something I’d said back when I never imagined this would happen—back when figures like the Lord of Justice were sweeping up every investment opportunity.
A flustered Silvaran’s mouth fell open.

“Ah, no, that’s…. A misunderstanding! Rather, yes! Isn’t this a wonderful opportunity! With so many more investment options now, if we invest here!”
[What absurd sophistry, Great Hero.]
[The Lord of Shadow’s departure was also because of your neglect. You drove the Lords away of your own accord, and now you’re trying to hold onto them….]

The Lords mocked Silvaran as he tried to hold onto them.

[Pathetic beyond measure. You fool who doesn’t know your place…. Did you think receiving investment from the Lords made you their equal?]
[We’re leaving too. Since the opportunity has presented itself.]
[And we’re curious to see it. Your downfall.]

With those words, the Lords departed.
Thoroughly mocking the Silvaran who had neglected them.
Silvaran’s fists clenched, his hands trembling violently.

“…Yes, fine. I’ll show you that I can succeed without you.”

Not all the Lords had left.
The Lords who had invested heavily in the Elfen Tribe remained. There were powerful Lords like the Lord of Justice among them, so cooperation with them would suffice.
Silvaran lifted his head.

“Remaining Lords! Can you hear me! I need your aid! Grant us the strength to stand against our enemies!”

Silvaran appealed to the remaining Lords for investment.
But no answer came in return.
Frustrated, Silvaran continued to demand investment, yet none of them obliged.
They merely watched the spectacle unfold.

[….]

The Lord of Justice, Achiros, was no different.
Achiros remained silent, lost in thought.
When was it? From some point onward, I had a premonition that things were unfolding strangely.
Yes, it was from when Han Yu-sung’s presence became scarce.
Even when his name failed to appear on the ‘Elfen Tribe Conquest Rankings’.

[I suspected he was plotting something….]

This human had distinguished himself across multiple trials.
For such a man to suddenly fall silent naturally bred suspicion.
Yet I paid it no mind. What could a mere human accomplish among countless Lords participating in the trial? So I thought.
And that judgment was wrong.

[To think he would uncover a ‘third race’….]

An unforeseen variable.
Who could have anticipated an Epic Quest of this nature?
What the Lords themselves did not know, a single human discovered. And if I count the previous trial as well, not once but twice.
How is such a thing possible?

“Lord of Justice! Are you listening!? I need your aid…!”
“My Lord! Grant me your blessing! I can overcome this situation…!”

Two voices pulled the Lord of Justice from her reverie.
One was Silvaran, the other Lee Su-ho.
Both were utterly disappointing existences.

[What meaning could such efforts hold? This war is already lost.]

Achiros made this judgment from his experience traversing countless battlefields.
The enemy was formidable, their fighting spirit ablaze with vengeful fervor.
Meanwhile, our forces had completely lost their will to fight at the unexpected appearance of the enemy.
One cannot prevail leading soldiers whose morale has been shattered.
Any further investment would be nothing but squandering Coins.

[The losses have been catastrophic.]

Because victory had seemed assured, the damage was all the greater.
Even the Lord of Justice acknowledged the losses as severe.
For some time to come, considerable effort would be required to recover from this devastation.

[Han Yu-sung….]

The Lord’s gaze swept across the vast Battlefield.
Beyond, the Draken forces surged forward like a tidal wave.
Achiros etched the figure of the human at their vanguard into his memory.

[The price for this deed shall be paid in full.]

Achiros spoke those words and departed from God’s Trial.
He deemed the outcome already decided—there was nothing left worth witnessing.
Soon, the Draken forces reached the Elfen Tribe’s Main Base.

– Uuuaaaaaah!
– The enemies… they’re pouring in!

The final battle unfolded.
A battle so overwhelmingly one-sided it could hardly be called a war.

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