The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 188

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 188

Three days had passed.
The players who had come to the Arca Building.
Among them, those who had asked for a brief moment to consider had delivered their answer.
What that answer was required no explanation.

[Sung Ha-yan, Ryu Su-geun, Yoon Woo-ram, Yu Gyeo-ul, and a total of 562 players have newly formed a contract with the Lord of War.]
[Befitting the name of ‘War’, lead the charge across countless battlefields!]

Save for a small handful, all had formed the contract.
With this, the War Covenant Users now numbered 646 in total.
That count excluded the Draken Race. Including them, the number would easily exceed thousands—no, ten thousand.
Kakasha gazed upon the swelling ranks of covenant users, then sniffled.

[Ugh… I find myself in such a complicated state of emotion. When I think back to when we were driven to the brink of collapse…]

Kakasha’s eyes glistened with tears.
Han Yu-sung regarded her with a gaze that seemed to say he’d witnessed something he shouldn’t have.
Sensing that look, Kakasha began bouncing about frantically.

[Why, why are you looking at me like that! If I’m moved as an Apostle, the least you could do is offer comfort at my side!]
“You’re asking that of me?”
[…No, don’t. If you did, I’d get chills.]

Kakasha trembled visibly.
Warm comfort from someone who seemed interested in nothing but fighting?
Rather than joy, fear would be the first emotion to arise.
Han Yu-sung was far removed from the concept of comfort.
In any case.

[As you suggested, I have kept the Difficult Realm, the Night of the Dead, closed for now and made it accessible only to covenant users.]
“Good. Let them hunt there for a while.”
[Hmm, the coin consumption does seem considerable…]

It was not beyond manageable levels.
The Night of the Dead was an ideal Difficult Realm for hunting. There, they could grow rapidly while becoming accustomed to combat.
Those with no experience at all would be directed to the Divine Training Ground instead.

“Well, we can leave the newcomers with Baek Min-jun’s party for now. He said he was confident, after all. Still, just to be safe, keep an eye on things yourself.”
[I am aware. What manner of being do you take me for? Despite appearances, I have served as a Lord for an eternity of ages….]

Kakasha launched into a recitation of his illustrious history.
Naturally, Han Yu-sung dismissed it with casual indifference.
Apparently offended, Kakasha lunged forward and began tearing at his own hair in frustration.
Han Yu-sung swatted the creature away with an air of annoyance, his gaze drifting toward the ceiling.

“It’s almost time.”

Three days prior, Han Yu-sung had spoken these words.
‘An opportunity to pinpoint the location of the Legacy will present itself naturally,’ he had said.
He had spoken thus because of a premonition.
His unique ability, Godly Descent, had whispered as much to him.
And now.

[The location of the ‘Legacy’ has been identified!]
[You may now enter the location where the Legacy resides.]
[Will you proceed?]

His premonition had not deceived him.
Han Yu-sung gazed quietly at the message materializing before his eyes.
And at the portal that had manifested directly ahead of him.

[So there was no need to search after all—and yet it has truly appeared!]
“Indeed. Hmm….”

The only concern was not knowing where the portal led.
Whether it connected to the Difficult Realm or some other dimension entirely—he possessed no information whatsoever.

[What will you do, my lord?]
“There’s nothing to hesitate about.”

Whatever dangers might await beyond that portal, he could not know.
But it mattered not. Such perils were precisely what Han Yu-sung savored.
Without a moment’s deliberation, he rose from his seat.

“Let’s go at once.”

* * *

My vision lurched violently.
A transition reaction—one I’d experienced countless times, familiar enough now that I barely registered it.
As the transition stabilized, I opened my eyes.

– Roooaaarrr!
– Warriors! Slaughter every last one of those long-eared wretches!
– Savages! Do not allow them to advance!
– I’ll shred those wings to ribbons!

Before me stretched a vast canyon.
And within it, a battlefield where countless beings clashed in chaos.
What struck me most was the towering tree of impossible proportions standing at the heart of it all.
This much was familiar—a sight I’d witnessed countless times before.
The problem lay with those fighting on the battlefield.

[Alien races, then. Or rather… to be precise.]
“Superior races would be the correct term. Though not all of them.”

Across the sprawling canyon, multiple races clashed in a tangled melee.
Races I rarely had the chance to encounter.

‘Urkan, Siraphen, and even Dark Elves?’

Orcs. Savage, mindless creatures driven by instinct alone.
The Urkan were an evolved strain of those very orcs.
They possessed human-level intellect paired with bodies larger and more formidable than their progenitors, marked by stern and dignified features.

The Siraphen were a race of ethereal beauty reminiscent of elves, graced with pristine white wings. They were known primarily for their mastery of the bow and magic.
They were said to dwell upon islands suspended in the highest reaches of the sky.

As for the Dark Elves, explanation seemed unnecessary.
A subrace of elves—beautiful in form yet cruel in nature, they reveled in combat and slaughter, wielding the forces of darkness.
These races shared a single commonality.

[They were races chosen as ‘Players’.]

They were a race that acted as players, just like humans.
The world they inhabited had been selected as a subject for trials, and those races had become players carrying out those trials.
There was nothing particularly strange about it. I had already seen something like this before.
Wasn’t the Draken Race a case in point?

‘A race born with abilities superior to humans.’

Such races were sometimes called 【Superior Races】.
It was a distinction made to set them apart from ordinary foreign races.
Races like that could only be encountered in special trials or high-grade Star Battlefields.
Han Yu-sung surveyed his surroundings and made a quick assessment.

“No matter how I look at it, this doesn’t seem to be a trial. So then….”
[It must be a Star Battlefield.]

As if responding to Han Yu-sung’s conjecture.
A system window materialized before his eyes.

[☆ A special event is currently underway! ☆]
[☆ Prove your strength in the Plunder War! ☆]
[☆ Each time you defeat a player participating in the Plunder War, you can seize the items they possess! Isn’t that a wonderful opportunity? ☆]
[☆ And you’ll even receive coins and Star Points as rewards based on your performance! ☆]
[☆ Don’t miss this chance! ☆]

[Battlefield: Canyon of the Fading World Tree.]
[A battlefield where the special event ‘Plunder War’ is currently taking place. This canyon houses the withering World Tree, and every set interval, the World Tree causes ‘anomalies’ within the canyon. These anomalies may aid you or harm you.]

Just as I had surmised, this place was a Star Battlefield.
Moreover, a location where a ‘special event’ was being held.
The foreign races gathered here were fighting fiercely, targeting the rewards of the special event.
The problem was that I had been summoned to this place.
Precisely because there was a ‘Legacy’ here.

[Is the reward of the special event a Legacy?]
“No, well, it’s just a conjecture for now.”

As I reviewed the event description, I formed a hypothesis.
Though I called it a hypothesis, it was practically a certainty.

“It seems there’s a player with a Legacy here.”
[Ah, now I understand. The gimmick of this special event is that you can steal items from your opponent. There’s a player with a Legacy somewhere here, so if you eliminate that bastard and….]
“Take their Legacy, right?”

A smile naturally spread across Han Yu-sung’s lips.
It was a mechanic he found quite appealing.
There was no need to overthink it—simply locate the enemy and eliminate them.
Of course, there were complications.

[This Battlefield is rated ‘Platinum’.]
[It is a Star Battlefield far beyond your current level.]
[If you complete this special event, you will be given an opportunity to obtain rewards of a much higher grade than usual!]

‘Seeing that there are Dark Elves, it must be at least high-tier Platinum.’

The Star Battlefield had ‘grades’.
Han Yu-sung’s current grade was Silver. But truthfully, it could be considered Gold. Once he passed the promotion match, he would immediately become Gold.
From Gold onward, the level of the Star Battlefield increased noticeably.
Whether it was the Battlefield’s level or the participants’ level.
Platinum went without saying.

[So, you’re not afraid, are you?]
“Are you talking to me?”

Han Yu-sung laughed upon hearing Kakasha’s provocation.
Like a beast, utterly ferocious.

[Kuhuhuh! Now that’s my Apostle. Excellent, excellent! So, do you know where the player with the ‘Legacy’ is?]
“Well, there’s no special notification or anything.”

Han Yu-sung closed his eyes.
His ability, Godly Descent, was resonating with something.
And the Nameless Cloth he wore as well.

“Finding them shouldn’t be as difficult as I thought.”
[Then let’s go. I’m curious to see the Legacy myself now.]
“Fine, let’s move. And while we’re at it….”

Han Yu-sung kicked off the ground.

“I’ll deal with every single one I see.”

This was a ‘Platinum’ grade Battlefield.
The caliber of participating players would naturally be high. In other words, they would possess quality items. Han Yu-sung’s lips curved into a dark smile.
A deep smile played at the corners of Han Yu-sung’s lips.

“Finally, a Battlefield worth my time.”

An opportunity to sweep up precious items.
And Han Yu-sung was precisely the kind of person who exploited such opportunities better than anyone else.

* * *

Just as the Lords whose primary domain was Earth watched over the Star Battlefield, many Lords observed this Plunder War as well.
Some viewed it as mere entertainment, others watched without particular thought, and still others gazed upon the Battlefield with desperate longing.

[Bah! This incompetent Covenant User! He’s no different from an orc, so why waste the name Urkan on such a fool!]
[Good, that’s it! Keep flying through the sky and hunting those crawling idiots! Bring me my reward!]
[Kehehehe, a Plunder War! What a delightful Battlefield this is!]

Their behavior differed little from Earth’s Star Lords.
When one thought about it, this was inevitable. Only the races they sponsored differed, but their shared nature of greedily coveting coins remained identical.
The Lords watched the Plunder War unfold, cheering and erupting in fury.

[One! Yes, two more! Don’t stop, keep going…!]

A Lord cheered as he watched his Covenant User’s exploits.
Two items had already been plundered. He couldn’t determine their exact nature, but at a glance, they appeared to be quality items.
The Lord hoped his Covenant User would eliminate more enemies.
And he believed he would.

Crack!

– Kyaaaaaaagh!

That was the case until the Covenant User Siraphene’s wings were torn away.
An attack arrived at a speed Siraphene couldn’t possibly react to, ripping his wings to shreds. Wingless, he plummeted from the sky.
Sword strikes followed in rapid succession, aimed directly at him.

A deafening roar tore through the air!

A single slash became hundreds of blade auras, unleashed in a devastating torrent.
The auras not only engulfed the plummeting Siraphene, but swept through the Covenant Users beyond her.

[…What in the world…?]

The Lord of War found herself speechless at the unforeseen turn of events.
The same was true for the other Lords commanding the Covenant Users caught in the slash.
The Covenant Users who had been thriving moments before vanished in an instant.
Who could have done this?
The bewildered Lords searched for the source of the slash.

[It’s that one. No, that’s…?]
[W-wait. Could it be….]

Upon identifying the culprit, the Lords gasped in unison.
They had every reason to.

[A, a human?]
[What do you mean, how is a human even here…!]

There was a race that should never have been present in this place.
Han Yu-sung, the sole human participating in the Plunder War, paid no heed to the Lords’ shock as he tore across the Battlefield with unmatched speed.
And then.

– Aaaaaaahhhhh!
– Y-you bastard, what are you—cough, hack!

The screams Han Yu-sung created echoed across the Battlefield.
Endless. Unceasing.

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