The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 144

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 144

The Blood Dragon Auction in the Difficult Realm had concluded.
And in the most shocking manner imaginable—I had single-handedly eliminated every participant who rushed to stop me.
All those watching the broadcast were left speechless.
Especially Fuse America in the United States.

“…Weslor, you absolute idiot!”

Blaze Carter, the Guild Master of Fuse America, clicked his tongue in disgust.
Weslor had been utterly outmatched against Han Yu-sung and suffered a humiliating defeat without any meaningful contribution.
But that wasn’t even the worst of it.
The careless remarks he’d spouted during the fight.

“Even though he knew we were trying to recruit Han Yu-sung…!”
“Given Weslor’s brain capacity, he probably didn’t know.”
“Damn it, the fact that he probably really didn’t know makes me even angrier!”

Fuse America was a multinational Guild representing the United States.
Wielding vast capital and influence, they had actively naturalized and recruited foreign players, leveraging their resources to expand their roster.
And now one of their members had spouted discriminatory remarks like “Korean monkey”!
Just thinking about the damage control ahead gave him a headache.
Especially considering the failed recruitment plan for Han Yu-sung.

“Still, he’s truly a monster. I never expected Korea—a nation so lacking in player talent—to produce someone like that….”
“Well, aside from Lee Su-ho or Jain, there’s nothing worth noting from that country.”

While there were a handful of exceptional players, the average player level was low, and genuinely talented individuals were few and far between.
For such a nation to suddenly produce a player of that caliber was extraordinary.

“The more I watch, the more I want him….”

Blaze marveled as he observed Han Yu-sung’s combat prowess.
The overwhelming martial skill displayed against multiple opponents, the bold decisions made mid-battle, the astonishing rate of growth—it was all remarkable.
Though compared to the top-tier rankers in the United States, there was still room for improvement.
But with American backing, he would soar to those heights in no time.
Blaze wasn’t alone in thinking this way.

[What is that dark energy the Asian is wielding?]
[It resembles the kind of energy used by some people from the Murim.]
[Remarkable. Does that man not know fear? I wouldn’t have the confidence to fight like that. How can he fight in such a manner?]
[Wow! He uses swordsmanship, magic, and martial arts? What kind of fighter is he?]

Blaze Carter glanced at the community forum displayed on his screen.
It was a community used by players from around the world, and at the moment, it was buzzing with live commentary about the Blood Dragon Auction.
It was only natural, given how monumental an event it was.
The players analyzed Han Yu-sung’s combat with undisguised admiration.

[He must be a Covenant Bearer that his Lord holds in high regard. He keeps using skills that Apostles under a Lord with a title would typically employ.]
[Does anyone know which Lord that Asian contracted with? I heard rumors about the Blood Demon, but now it doesn’t seem like that.]
[I’m not sure. There doesn’t seem to be anyone matching that among the currently active Lords.]
[The Lord of Flame? No, it’s a bit different. It doesn’t seem to be that one.]

The most pressing question was which Lord Han Yu-sung had contracted with.
He wielded sacred relics—quite high-grade ones at that—and had demonstrated skills originating from a Lord on multiple occasions.
Normally, Han Yu-sung would either refrain from revealing his Lord’s power during broadcast situations or conceal it in some way.
But now, he had chosen to reveal Kakasha’s existence.
That’s why the community was rife with various speculations.

“Blaze, do you have any idea which Lord it might be? The Lord you contracted with is the Lord of Flame, after all. The energy seems to be of the same flame attribute.”
“It’s not the Lord of Flame. The texture is different. Hmm, I’m not sure.”

Blaze Carter searched his memory.
A Lord related to flame. One with a title, and one who is still actively operating.
Nothing came to mind clearly.
Unless he excluded the condition of being actively operating.

“Hmm? Hmm, wait… could it be…?”
“What is it? Do you have a lead?”
“There is a Lord I’m thinking of, but it couldn’t be.”

A certain Lord surfaced in Blaze Carter’s mind.
No, that couldn’t be it.

“That Lord would have been absorbed by the Lord of Justice.”

There was once a Lord who bore the epithet of “War.”
A Lord who had fallen into ruin after suffering a devastating defeat in battle against the Lord of Justice.
How could a Lord who had already perished possibly increase his sworn followers?
Blaze Carter erased that name from his mind.
That wasn’t what mattered.

[What is Fuse America doing? Recruit that Korean player.]
[You’re good at that sort of thing! Naturalize him or whatever, just make it happen!]

“Yeah, I’m thinking the same thing.”

Finding a way to draw Han Yu-sung in, just as the community suggested.
Blaze Carter watched the broadcast with contemplation etched across his features.
And moments later, a shocking message appeared.

“Wow, so they’re giving out rewards now?”
“A reward from the Blood Demon, so what kind of reward… wait. The broadcast ended?”

A message announcing the end of the broadcast.
Soon the screen before everyone went dark.
Blaze Carter and the other players watching the broadcast let out sighs of frustration.

“Wait, shouldn’t they show us what reward he got!”
“Damn it. They’re really ending it like this?”
“Show me too! Let me feel some vicarious satisfaction!”

The players clamored, but nothing changed.
Only a pitch-black screen awaited them.

* * *

I would discuss the reward directly with the Blood Demon.
The message fell silent upon hearing that response.
But only briefly—a reply from the message soon appeared before Han Yu-sung’s eyes.

[The Blood Demon has accepted your proposal.]
[The Difficult Realm’s Blood Dragon Auction is being closed. The broadcast is being terminated…]

At that very moment, the landscape of the Difficult Realm melted away like trickling blood.
What unfolded before me was a space composed entirely of blood.
Nothing else was visible around me. Only the Blood Dragon Throne standing tall beyond, and.

[The Blood Demon gazes upon you.]

Sitting upon the Blood Dragon Throne was merely a form woven from blood essence.
I swallowed hard.
The Blood Demon had not descended directly. Like the ‘eyes’ of the Lords, it had merely sent a fragment of itself to this place.
Yet even so, an aura unlike anything I had ever felt before pressed down upon me.

[It has been a long time since the Tower where I buried my past.]
“….”

The Blood Demon spoke as though sharing old grievances.
But I could not answer. The overwhelming aura constricting me from all sides rendered me speechless.
I swallowed again.

Whoooosh!

I activated Prominence.
The flames of war erupting from me pushed back the Blood Demon’s aura that had been constricting me from every direction.
The aura was far too overwhelming to repel completely, but it was enough to grant me movement.

“Yes. Because of you, I lost the sword I once wielded.”
[That useless blade? Did you not gain a fine sword in its stead?]
“It’s not bad. Except for the part where it drinks blood.”

I had lost the Moonlit Blade to the Blood Demon’s attack in the Tower of Blood Demon previously.
In exchange, I had obtained a heavily rusted sword.
The Blood Demon gazed upon the rusted blade.

[That sword was buried along with my shameful past. Originally, I had no intention of giving it to anyone, but my mind has changed.]
“Why did it change?”
[Who knows.]

An ambiguous answer.
The Blood Demon offered no further explanation. As though there was no reason to.
Instead, it moved directly to the main matter.

[Time is limited. You said you wanted to meet with me directly and discuss compensation.]
[Speak. What compensation do you desire?]

What Han Yu-sung wanted as a reward.
The reason I had accepted the Blood Demon’s invitation, and why I had come here.
In truth, there was little need to elaborate.

“I seek a method to accumulate demonic energy.”

The mysterious force flowing through my inner being, whose nature remained unknown.
I had come to the Blood Demon to learn how to accumulate this ‘demonic energy.’
The Blood Demon fell silent upon hearing my request.

[So you speak of that force dwelling within your body.]
“Yes. It proved impossible through conventional cultivation methods. Even the Lord of Training said he had never encountered such a case before.”
[And thus you believed I would know the answer.]

Instead of answering, I nodded.
Just as Red Blood Ming had been, the Blood Cult was a place that primarily dealt in demonic arts.
As for the Blood Demon, who had founded the Blood Cult first, there was no question.

[The reason you cannot accumulate demonic energy is simple.]

True to that thought, the Blood Demon possessed the answer.
However.

[The demonic energy flowing within you is the ‘Primordial Source.’ Though it bears the name demonic energy for convenience, it is a force entirely different from it.]
“The Primordial Source? What does that mean?”
[I cannot answer that.]

Han Yu-sung’s brow furrowed at the unexpected response.
Moments ago, the Blood Demon had evaded a question he did not wish to answer with an ambiguous reply.
But this time, he had refused outright.

‘Not that he doesn’t want to answer, but that he cannot answer?’

As if he had been forcibly prevented from offering an answer to the question.
I regarded the Blood Demon in silence.
Would pressing further yield a response? No. It would only waste time meaninglessly.
Clinging to an unanswerable question was unlike me.

“Then, can you teach me a method to accumulate this demonic energy?”
[A method that no mere human could endure.]

Just as I was about to press further on what that meant.
The Blood Demon’s form trembled as if laughing.

[But you are capable of it.]
“You’ve been speaking in riddles since earlier. Is this your usual manner of speech?”
[You are the only human who has ever spoken to me with such boldness. To answer: no, it is not. As for the reason, you shall deduce it yourself.]

My eyes sharpened upon hearing that response.
It was simple enough. The Blood Demon wished to answer my questions readily, but was constrained by ‘something’ that prevented him from doing so.
I could only infer from the fragmented words he let slip.

“Then I shall proceed that way. Teach me the method.”
[Very well. I never imagined a day like this would come.]

A crimson aura surged forth from the Blood Demon’s form.
The aura rent the void asunder, then seeped into me.
I felt something within my inner being resonate with the aura.
And moments later, a message appeared.

[The Wanderer, the Blood Demon imparts knowledge to you….]
[You have learned the skill ‘Absorption of the Great Void (SSS)’!]

[Absorption of the Great Void (SSS)]
· Classification: Active.
· A martial technique whose very name has been erased from history.
· When you slay a Lord or a Descended Being, you absorb the vital energy from their corpse and transmute it into demonic energy, accumulating it within your heart.

Remarkably, it was an SSS-rank skill.
Yet its effects were not as extraordinary as the rank suggested.
Literally, a skill that merely allowed me to ‘accumulate’ demonic energy.
And yet, something felt familiar about it.

‘So you can only accumulate it by defeating a Lord or an Incarnation?’

It had to be that way.
Han Yu-sung’s unique ability, God’s Descent. Now, one method of accumulating the stat that had transformed into God’s Annihilation was to overcome a Lord or an Incarnation.
The Absorption Grand Duke worked in a similar manner to accumulating God’s Annihilation.
Suddenly, the words the Blood Demon had spoken moments ago surfaced in my mind.

‘A mere human cannot bear such a method,’ he had said.

Yet Han Yu-sung had said it was possible.
The Blood Demon, bound by restrictions on his speech, would not have spoken such words without reason.

‘If that’s connected to God’s Descent….’

Han Yu-sung gazed at the form of the Blood Demon seated upon the Blood Dragon Throne.
The Blood Demon simply stared back at him without a word.
As if waiting to see what reaction I would show.

“Blood Demon. I have something I wish to ask.”

Han Yu-sung recalled words he had heard in the past, within the Tower of Blood Demon.
Words left behind by the Blood Demon who had descended upon him then.

“You said before that a Tower that should never be chosen was selected because of the blood flowing through me.”
[That was so.]
“Does that blood refer to the blood of the Spirit of Blood Ghost?”

At that time, I had made such a conjecture.
Since I possessed the blood of the Spirit of Blood Ghost that I had inherited, perhaps the Tower of Blood Demon, which was connected to it, had been selected.
It was not a particularly serious hypothesis.
It was merely a conjecture of the sort: there seems to be a possibility of this.

[I have no reason to tell you, but very well. I shall answer.]

And now, that answer had returned.

[No. The blood of a starving ghost that flows through you is certainly intriguing, yet it bears no great connection to me, who am the Blood Demon.]
“Then, does that blood refer to God’s Descent?”

Han Yu-sung asked again, as if he had been waiting for that answer.
And this time.

[….]

No answer came back.
A deep smile bloomed across my lips as I heard that silence.
It could be no other way.
For that very silence was the most certain answer of all.

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