The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 213

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 213

Han Yu-sung’s plan was extraordinarily simple.
To destroy as many of the Black Flesh Gate’s strategic outposts scattered across Asia as possible in a single night—particularly the Black Towers that served critical functions.
Of course, it was far from easy.

The greatest obstacle was the distance between the Black Towers.
Since they were scattered throughout Asia, the distances I would need to traverse were formidable.
Destroying one Black Tower would alert the Black Flesh Gate, and word would spread to the others.
They would attempt to flee by any means necessary.
Unless I could eliminate them all before the message reached them.

‘That’s an impossible task.’

Even for Han Yu-sung, it was impossible.
But.

“With overflowing mana, I can make the impossible possible.”

The method Han Yu-sung employed was simple.
According to memories from my past life, there existed a ‘Corridor’ connecting the Black Towers.
A sort of portal—using it would drastically reduce travel time between locations.
The problem was that each use consumed an astronomical amount of mana.
Since no individual could sustain such consumption, the Black Flesh Gate relied on mana stones—crystallized reserves—to power the Corridor.

[For one who is essentially a mana generator, such limitations are meaningless.]

Of course, this was irrelevant to Han Yu-sung.
The Dragon’s Heart poured forth a boundless torrent of mana.
And I had brought mana regeneration potions as a precaution.
So the task was simple.

ROOOAAARRR!

“Ugh, uaaahhh?!”
“A, a spear from the sky…!”

Moving through the Corridor, I attacked the Black Tower from place to place.
The Black Tower was thoroughly concealed by formation techniques and the like.
But as expected, such things held little meaning for me, who possessed the heart of a dragon.
I shattered the formations in an instant and unleashed 【Annihilation】.
Followed immediately by 【Calamity Rain】.

“This time, there’s no need to hide my identity.”

Rather, I intended to reveal it completely.
I needed to show clearly what happened when someone touched me.
I continued my destruction, using the Black Tower’s Corridors to repeat the same devastation.

“Uaaaaaaagh!”
“Kugh! Gaaaaaaah…!”

Horrific screams echoed from all across Asia.
Kakasha watched the spectacle with a satisfied smile.
Though utterly one-sided, the battle had its own peculiar charm.
Then, a sudden thought occurred to him.

[I confess, I am curious. Did you do the same in your previous life? When enemies dared touch you, that is.]
“I did the same. Actually, I was far more severe in my past life.”
[More severe than this, you say? Hmm….]

In my previous life, I had no contracted Lord.
After awakening as a Demon-slayer, I had no one to watch my back, no allies.
That’s why I retaliated even more harshly, more thoroughly. It was necessary to reduce the number of foolish enemies who would carelessly provoke me.
Since my return, I had actually shown some restraint, contrary to my nature.

[The reason being….]
“You. You already know.”
[Should I take that as gratitude?]

By contracting with Kakasha, I gained an enemy named Achiros.
So for a time, I had no choice but to hide my identity.
But now both I and Kakasha possessed sufficient power.
It was time to reveal that strength instead.

Kwaaaaaaang!

“That makes three now.”
[How many of these Black Ruins are there?]
“I’m not entirely sure. Originally, there seemed to be around ten of them….”

In my past life, this was during the height of Heuksalmun’s power and influence.
Given how much their numbers have dwindled since then, there are probably around eight remaining.
So I’m aiming to destroy at least six of them.
Han Yu-sung continued his destructive rampage with that resolve.

“Hgh, hghhhh…. Hghhhhhhh….”

Someone stood nearby, witnessing this mad destruction.
A man in his twenties with a small frame and lean build.
The man once called “Great Blade” in his past life—Chu Gyu-il.

‘I, insane! That monster has become even more monstrous….’

Han Yu-sung and Chu Gyu-il had met at the Sunken Treasure Vault.
Even then, Han Yu-sung was a monster. He had lured in Zangetsu, a massive Japanese Guild, and slain their leader and elite members single-handedly.
But what of now?

‘Not satisfied with Zangetsu, now he’s taking on Heuksalmun? Alone?’

Chu Gyu-il trembled violently.
It was madness. It was no different from suicide.
The problem was that the monster before his eyes made it seem anything but impossible.

‘How did he become this strong in such a short time!’

How much time had passed since they met at the Sunken Treasure Vault?
Considering the timeframe, Han Yu-sung’s growth was nothing short of astounding.
Now it felt like he was witnessing something whose very nature remained unknowable.

“The interior is cleared. Chu Gyu-il, go.”
“Y, yes. I’ll be going. I’ll return soon…!”

Caught by Han Yu-sung’s gaze, Chu Gyu-il frantically kicked off the ground.
Chu Gyu-il slipped into the shadows and entered the devastated Black Tower.
Since this was the third time, his movements were swift and practiced.
Han Yu-sung watched the scene with leisurely composure.

“You do good work.”

Before attacking the Black Tower, Han Yu-sung had summoned Chu Gyu-il.
The contract he’d written with the man made calling him effortless.
Chu Gyu-il approached with a face twisted between fear and resentment.
Han Yu-sung destroyed one Black Tower and then issued his command.

“Do what you’re meant to do.”
“M-my job? That is… what exactly?”
“What else? Theft. Go inside and strip the place of everything valuable. You have exactly ten minutes.”
“T-ten minutes?! No, that’s far too short—!”

Chu Gyu-il cried out in alarm.
The Black Tower lay in ruins from Han Yu-sung’s assault.
He was supposed to enter that chaotic wreckage and loot everything of value?
In ten minutes, no less?
It was impossibly short.
No matter how one looked at it, the task seemed impossible.

“Twenty percent of the take is yours.”
“Ah, you should have mentioned that from the start!”

Sometimes money transforms the impossible into the possible.
Chu Gyu-il hastily unfurled his Shadow Step technique and bolted forward.
Watching him, Han Yu-sung clicked his tongue.

[Remarkably greedy, this one.]
“Well, it makes him easy to work with, at least.”

The Black Flesh Gate’s capital flows through the Black Towers.
With the structure channeling wealth back to Black Flesh Gate’s homeland, the Black Towers accumulate coins and various items regularly.
With Chu Gyu-il’s unique ability, Greedy Sense, he’d locate them quickly.
As long as the reward was guaranteed, he’d work diligently.

“What about making that fellow an Oath-taker? Do you have the mind to contract with him?”
[Hmm… He is not to my taste. Would another Lord not be more suitable? A gloomy fellow like a shadow would be fitting!]
“He’s certainly not suited for warfare.”
[However, I understand why you are recommending the contract.]

Chu Gyu-il’s unique ability was certainly useful.
If I took him on as an Oath-taker, there would be many uses for him in various ways.
Kakasha seemed to think the same, nodding his head.

[You said he was reluctant to contract with a Lord, yes?]
“That’s right. He hated being used as a ‘treasure-hunting tool.’ He was angry that we would take the treasure and not give him a share of the profits.”
[Hmm! Then tell him this. I will divide the spoils according to the Oath-taker’s contributions. If he finds treasure, I will give him proper compensation!]

Kakasha puffed out his chest and shouted in a hearty manner.
The words “You tell him directly” rose to the tip of my tongue, but I held back.
I could bring it up lightly after the work was done.
I drew out the Thunder God Spear.

“Let’s quickly destroy the remaining Black Flesh Gates.”
[You do enjoy watching buildings crumble and collapse!]

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China, Guangzhou.
The Dark Emperor listened silently to the flood of reports.

“Sir, all the Black Flesh Gates in Korea have been destroyed!”
“The Black Flesh Gates hidden in the East Sea are the same! And Japan as well…!”
“Two-thirds of the Black Flesh Gates have been annihilated, Dark Emperor!”

The contents of the reports were uniformly grim.
There was not a single piece of hopeful news.
Han Yu-sung was destroying the Black Flesh Gates across all of Asia at an unbelievable pace.
But was such a thing even possible?

‘It’s impossible. Considering the distances between the Black Flesh Gates….’

It was physically impossible. How could he dismantle bases hidden across Asia so rapidly?
Yet Han Yu-sung was doing exactly that.
How was it possible?
As the Dark Emperor pondered, the answer suddenly became clear.

“My lord. The reason remains unclear, but this Han Yu-sung… it appears he is using the Black Gate we prepared.”
“What? How could he possibly use the Black Gate!”

The Black Gate was a Corridor prepared for traversing between the Black Towers.
Even within the Black Flesh Gate, only an extremely select few knew of its existence, and among those, only authorized individuals could use it.
How did he even know of it, let alone use it?
Moreover.

‘Using it would require an enormous amount of mana!’

How many magic stones could he possibly possess?
Or did he simply have an astronomical reserve of mana?
Either way, it was beyond belief.
And now, that impossible scenario was unfolding before him.

“Have our forces reached the Black Tower?”
“Yes, yes. However… the enemy’s movements are far too swift. We dispatched them at maximum speed, but they had already departed for another location…”

The Dark Emperor’s eyelids trembled.

“…How many Black Towers remain? What is the extent of our losses?”
“Three Black Towers have reported in. All others appear to have been destroyed. As for casualties… complete annihilation, they say…”
“Complete annihilation…!”

The Dark Emperor exhaled heavily.
How much time and effort had gone into constructing even a single Black Tower? And how vast were the assets stored within them?
Now only three remained.
It was damage sufficient to topple the Black Flesh Gate itself.

“…We must defend the remaining Black Towers at all costs. Concentrate our forces. Send the elite—stop Han Yu-sung at any cost!”
“Yes! But… the elite forces are already…”

The situation assigned to Hao Jie, who was tasked with assassinating Han Yu-sung.
The fact that Han Yu-sung was destroying the Black Flesh Gates meant the assassination had failed.
The elite forces sent alongside him must have been killed or captured as well.
The number of elite forces that could be gathered at the Black Flesh Gate had no choice but to dwindle.
The Dark Emperor desperately searched for a solution.
How could he? What should he do….

“Ah, Dark Emperor! Another Black Flesh Gate has been destroyed! And, there’s a message…. Han Yu-sung left a message at the Black Flesh Gate!”
“…A message, you say? What does it say?”
“That is….”

The Dark Emperor’s subordinate trailed off.
Only briefly, he recited the contents with his eyes squeezed shut.

“There is no next time, he said….”

The Dark Emperor drew a sharp breath.
There was no need to explain—it was a warning.
A warning that he would end it at this level this time, but if the same thing happened again, he would kill the Dark Emperor himself.
Under normal circumstances, he would have scoffed and ignored it.
But because it was Han Yu-sung, it struck differently.
Was he not a man with the strength to destroy the Black Flesh Gates single-handedly in a single night?
What frightened him even more was.

‘His intelligence network.’

He knew the locations of the Black Flesh Gates and understood how to use the Black Gate.
Given the circumstances, he must have learned of the Black Flesh Gate’s assassination attempt beforehand.
Would it be difficult for such a man to strike at the Black Flesh Gate’s Main Base?
No, it would be far too easy.

‘There is a traitor within.’

And among the Black Flesh Gate’s highest echelon at that.
Who could it be? Was there only one traitor? Or were there more?
Whom could he trust, and whom must he suspect?
No, before that—he whose authority and dignity had been shaken by this incident, what lay ahead for him….

“….”

The Dark Emperor stared blankly out the window, his words having abandoned him.
I was aware that Han Yu-sung possessed formidable power. There might be some exaggeration to it, but Han Yu-sung was undoubtedly a formidable force.
But I hadn’t grasped this level of intelligence gathering. He possessed information capabilities extensive enough to comprehend all the secrets held by the Black Flesh Gate.
That was what had ruined everything.

‘Wei Hao’s death, the failure that followed….’

In a single night, I had lost far too much. This would inflict grave damage upon me.
And so, a thought suddenly surfaced.

‘If only I had forgotten it all and let it pass….’

A belated regret that I had touched someone I should never have touched.

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