The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 225

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 225

The battle was over.
The Players who had stormed in with such confidence were annihilated. All the plans and experience they had devised before entering the Top Floor proved meaningless.
Han Yu-sung turned to look at the Players fading away.
And the ‘Holy Relics’ they had left behind.

[Hmm? Holy Relics… I see. This event doesn’t protect Holy Relics. That’s why they were using them so passively.]
“Was there a separate notice?”
[I just found out. It says that items and Holy Relics dropped by defeated Players are not protected.]
“Is that so? I like that.”

The Lords do not grant many Holy Relics to a single Oath-taker.
Even the most exceptional Oath-taker receives only one or two at most.
Unless a Lord is absolutely certain that this Oath-taker will never face defeat, they refrain from bestowing more Holy Relics than that.
And this is the reason why.

“Well, one A-rank Holy Relic, and….”
[Five B-rank Holy Relics have come in!]

Kakasha spoke with an excited voice.
Since these Players were counted among the strong in their respective worlds, they had all used Holy Relics.
However, a few could not be seized because the Lords, sensing defeat, hastily reclaimed them.
Still, this was a remarkable haul.

[B-rank Holy Relics at that… What stingy fellows. It seems they didn’t trust their own Oath-takers.]
“It feels like they took back the Holy Relics they were originally using and gave B-rank ones instead.”
[That’s likely not a guess. But what of you? Trusting in you, the Apostle, they bestowed all their precious Holy Relics…!]

I decided to ignore Kakasha’s self-praise lightly.
In any case, such actions by those Lords were, in a sense, a wise judgment.

[Guardian’s Oath (A-rank Holy Relic)].
· Defense: 500.
· A Holy Relic of the ‘Guardian Lord’.
· By providing a suitable offering as payment, Aegis can be activated. It deploys a wide-area defensive barrier that can block any attack, and when the barrier is dispelled, all damage taken during that time is reflected back to enemies.
· Defense and Magic Resistance +30%, Elemental Resistance +50%.
· Effect of all defensive-type skills +40%.

A Lord who trusted the Oath-taker ended up losing an A-grade Sacred Object.
It was a Sacred Object that had belonged to a player named Vizelthia.
Since it was a Sacred Object focused on defense, it didn’t suit Han Yu-sung’s preferences.

“There’s no harm in giving it to Baek Min-jun.”
[Some of the B-grade Sacred Objects could be distributed as well. To ones like Sung Ha-yan, that is. I shall absorb the rest!]
“You’re excited about this, aren’t you….”

It was only natural, given the massive profits I’d gained.
I gathered all the Sacred Objects and entrusted them to Kakasha.
I could use them immediately if I wanted, but for now, I had no intention of wastefully squandering coins.

“There’s a coin-devouring beast….”
[Are you referring to me?]
“Not you. This sword.”

Kakasha asked carefully, as if wounded.
What I was pointing to was the S-grade Sacred Object, Blaze of War.
Blaze of War, befitting its S-grade status, was a Sacred Object with remarkable effects in many ways.
The problem was that its fuel consumption was absolutely abysmal.

[You consumed 70,000 coins as the cost of using ‘Blaze of War’.]

“That’s after the reduction from the Lord’s Altar effect….”
[…There is also the effect of frugality.]
“It truly is a coin-devouring monster.”

After calculating, the coins I would have originally needed to pay exceeded 200,000.
It was only natural that it earned the title of coin-devouring monster.
It was far too burdensome to use recklessly.
In any case.

[You have defeated a total of 12 challengers.]
[As a reward, the existing structures are reinforced.]
[You have obtained new structures: ‘Eternal Furnace’ and ‘Sword of Judgment’!]

A reward arrived for defeating the challengers.
The new structures possessed effects related to attack power, health, defense, and similar attributes. Useful, certainly, but ultimately meaningless.
I had entered a stage where structures were no longer necessary.
Han Yu-sung turned his head, gazing upon the Hall of Losers.

[Hall of Losers.]
[A hall where the weapons of those defeated at the Tower’s Top Floor are displayed. Though merely replicas, those who witness them will feel dread.]
[Effect: +20 to all stats each time you defeat a challenger.]
[Current effect: +300 to all stats (limit reached).]

The Hall of Losers’ effect had a cap.
+300 to all stats. Yet I felt no regret whatsoever.
From the start, even this figure was absurdly high.

[Tell me, how do you feel now?]
“Like I’ve returned to before my regression. I’m quite pleased.”

In my past life, Han Yu-sung had been far higher in level.
Yet even so, I felt as though I’d returned to that past life. The buff from the Hall of Losers was that potent.
Or rather, to be more precise.

‘The effects of Inaction and Unyielding must be that extraordinary.’

Han Yu-sung installed the newly acquired structures, then took his seat upon the throne.

“So I only need to fight two more times?”
[Wouldn’t that be the case? Though, it hardly matters much.]

Every player who had challenged Han Yu-sung so far had been defeated.
Those who would challenge him in the future would meet the same fate.
Especially now, brimming with buffs from the structures.
That’s why I wanted to end it with the next fight if possible.

[All players have arrived at the Waiting Room. The Party’s maximum member count has been increased to a maximum of 20, and additional benefits are granted.]
[The final group of challengers is targeting you….]

As if answering that wish, a welcome message appeared.
Han Yu-sung let out a soft chuckle upon seeing the message.

“Twelve wasn’t enough, so now there are twenty?”
[It seems twenty players remain in the Tower. The rest appear to have failed, but… hmm. Come to think of it, wasn’t there someone from my homeland?]
“There was one American.”
[I wonder if that one made it to the Top Floor.]
“Who knows…”

Blaze Carter from the United States.
Personally, I was skeptical. He’s a skilled player, but I doubted he’d grown strong enough to thrive in a place like this.
After all, Earth’s player standards lagged behind other worlds at this point in time.

“If he makes it up, I should greet him warmly as a fellow countryman. Well, anyway.”

Han Yu-sung dismissed the message with a satisfied expression.

“One more fight and it’ll be over.”

Han Yu-sung said this with a long yawn.
When I first fought Groznak, it was manageable. The structure offered no buffs, and my opponent was a warrior with genuinely impressive skill.
But now things were different.
Strengthened by the structure’s buffs, while my enemies’ caliber had only diminished.

“Even a boss monster wouldn’t put up with this.”
[So you’ve begun to sympathize with a boss monster’s plight…]

Kakasha clicked his tongue in exasperation.

* * *

The moment twelve players failed to overcome Han Yu-sung.
The Lords watching from the spectator stands, and all the beings observing the Tower’s conquest from their respective worlds, came to the same realization.

[It’s over.]
[Yes. Since those fools have failed, there’s nothing more to see.]

This event was effectively finished.
The top-tier players who’d succeeded in climbing the Tower, and the upper-middle-tier players below them—all had been defeated by Han Yu-sung.
What remained were only players of lesser caliber.
When even those who came before had failed, there was no way they could defeat Han Yu-sung, now made far more formidable by the structure’s effects.

– Krraaahhhhh!
– Damn it, how am I supposed to fight something like this?!
– Kaaah! Warriors, follow me… Cough!

And indeed, that was the reality.
Players of various races, including Urkan, attacked Han Yu-sung, but they all fell without inflicting any significant damage.
Of course, they had been granted a certain kind of “benefit.”

“Is that giant one of the Halmuk race that lost at the beginning?”
“Yeah. The one behind him is a High Elf. It seems the benefit is being able to receive help from top-tier players.”

The translucent, ghost-like forms of players became visible.
They were Groznak and Iliana, who had been defeated earlier.
The final challengers had promised rewards to the eliminated players and obtained the benefit of receiving their assistance.
But it made little difference.

“How pathetic. They’re losing twice, after all.”
“I heard races like High Elves are especially proud.”
“Their pride must be taking quite a beating….”

These were the same ones who had lost to Han Yu-sung even without the structure’s buffs.
Now they found themselves in a situation where they had grown as strong as possible with every structure’s enhancement.
Increasing their numbers was not enough to win.

“Huh? Wait a moment, that man….”

Players falling like autumn leaves before Han Yu-sung.
Among them, a man with familiar red hair caught someone’s eye.

“Isn’t that Blaze from the United States?”

Blaze Carter.
He was attempting to face Han Yu-sung by cooperating with the other players.
But only for a moment—as those beside him were cut down in a single stroke, he stared at Han Yu-sung with a look of shock.

“Fuck! Uaaaaaahhhhh!”

Blaze erupted in flames across his entire body.
Wielding the Blessing of the Lords and every elite skill at his command, Blaze charged toward Han Yu-sung.
The inferno he unleashed reached Han Yu-sung in mere moments.
But.

“What the….”

The flames Blaze took such pride in meant nothing to Han Yu-sung.
The instant those fires—which incinerated everything in their path—touched him, they were absorbed into him with pathetic ease.
Blaze stood stunned, his mind reeling at the impossible sight.
He heard the enraged Lord’s voice screaming in his ear.

“Remarkable. I never imagined you’d make it this far.”
“….”

Han Yu-sung marveled at the sight.
Indeed, Blaze reaching the Top Floor was extraordinary.
Hadn’t he struggled so much that he couldn’t even clear the 1st Floor?
I had assumed he would never conquer the Tower.
In fact, Blaze himself had thought the same.

“…Shamefully, I didn’t ascend through my own strength. Unlike you, who climbed the Tower purely through skill, fortune has favored me in many ways.”
“Is that so? Well, it seems something remarkable happened. That too is a form of skill.”

Whether fortune or anything else, reaching the Top Floor of the Tower was skill in itself.
Blaze seemed impressed by those words, his gaze fixed on Han Yu-sung.

“Han Yu-sung. I already knew I couldn’t defeat you. Knowing I had no chance of victory, yet I still climbed here because….”

Blaze’s eyes blazed wide as he cried out passionately.

“To propose your naturalization! Han Yu-sung, the United States values the power you possess more highly than any nation on Earth! Whatever conditions you desire, we will offer rewards that exceed them…!”
“What nonsense is this.”

Blaze was about to rattle off terms like an impassioned salesman.
But before he could, Han Yu-sung’s blade severed his neck.

[An amusing fellow. Making naturalization proposals in a place like this.]

Kakasha chuckled softly, and I clicked my tongue in disapproval.
A naturalization proposal from the United States.
A premonition—no, a certainty—washed over me that returning to Korea would invite all manner of troublesome complications.
I exhaled a long sigh and surveyed my surroundings.

“Well, that’s a matter for another time. Anyway….”

Countless players lay scattered across the battlefield.
The bodies of those who had challenged me were vanishing one by one.
And what that signified was simple.

[All players have fallen before ‘Han Yu-sung’.]
[The second stage, Realm of the Strong, has concluded.]

The long, arduous special event had finally ended.
Only one thing remained.

“Let’s see what rewards come my way.”

A smile naturally bloomed across my lips.

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