The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 298

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 298

It had been several days since the Blood Cult came under the Lord of War’s command.
Han Yu-sung, who had been occupied with urgent matters, finally received the news he had been waiting for.

[Star Battlefield announces a ‘Special Event’!]
[An extraordinarily special battlefield where rumors speak of unimaginable rare rewards being granted….]

“I was wondering when it would appear. Finally, it shows itself.”

The special battlefield that the Blood Demon had mentioned was now announced.
The battlefield where I would find what I sought and discover a way to fight the Wanderer Geomson. That very battlefield.
And.

‘I’ll be able to meet the Blood Demon there as well.’

Whether it was during that battlefield or after it ended.
Since the special battlefield would open, the one who had advised me to raise my rank on the Star Battlefield would surely make contact one way or another.
Kakasha, who had brought me the news, let out a low hum.

[Mmmmm…. There is much talk among the Lords regarding this event. Due to rumors of rare rewards being offered, it seems many players will gather. And separate from that….]
“Separate from that, what?”
[There is one piece of news that troubles me. However, it would be best to go to the Star Battlefield and verify it directly.]

Kakasha spoke in a way that left much unsaid.
His expression seemed to carry some lingering concern.
But he was right. Going there directly to check would be fastest.
Upon receiving the news, Han Yu-sung immediately set out for the Star Battlefield.

Whoooosh!

The familiar Lobby of the Star Battlefield.
Semi-transparent players from other worlds were visible.
However, there was one peculiarity—this time, the number of players was unusually large.
It felt as though the Lobby would burst from the sheer crowd.
The reason so many players had gathered needed no explanation.

[☆ We are currently recruiting participants for an event! ☆]
[☆ Click here if you wish to learn more about the event! ☆]

Like Han Yu-sung, I had come to check on the special event.
If Kakasha’s words were true, rumors about the rewards must have spread among the Lords.
It was inevitable that countless players would gather.
When I tapped the message with my finger, a lengthy notification appeared before my eyes.

[☆ A special event is currently underway! ☆]
[☆ On the Star of Struggle, prove your fighting spirit by defeating the monsters and players that appear on that Battlefield! All rewards will be granted to the player who emerges victorious in the end! ☆]
[☆ The Lords may ‘invest’ coins in players of their choosing, granting them buffs and special gifts. Furthermore, when the invested player achieves victory, the Lord receives corresponding rewards! ☆]
[☆ This event does not guarantee safety on the Battlefield of Stars. Please keep this firmly in mind before participating in the event. ☆]
[☆ The victor of this event will receive special rewards, which include items of ‘Eternity’ grade. ☆]

An Eternity-grade item.
Truly worthy of being called a special reward. Even more so when considering that the Star of Struggle is fundamentally a place where one does not lose their life.
But.

‘Is this what the Blood Demon meant by a special Battlefield?’

Such thoughts were inevitable.
For me in my current state, Eternity-grade items are not particularly special. It was only natural, given that I already possessed several.
World-grade items might be different.
The problem was that the Blood Demon had called this place a special Battlefield.
I tilted my head in confusion and reviewed the event details.

[Special Event: Star of Struggle (Diamond).]
[A Battlefield where countless monsters and players participate. The Battlefield narrows as time passes, and ultimately all players converge at the same location. All event rewards are granted to the sole victor who proves their fighting spirit in this place.]
[The Lords may invest coins in players of their choosing, granting them buffs and special gifts. These gifts can only be used on this Battlefield and disappear when the event concludes.]
[Each time you defeat an enemy, ‘fighting spirit’ accumulates. The stronger the enemy, the more fighting spirit you gain, and as your fighting spirit increases, the quality of the Lord’s buffs and gifts improves. Additionally, more ‘equipment’ becomes unlocked.]
[Participants cannot use their own equipment. As fighting spirit reaches certain thresholds, you can unlock desired items.]

The event format itself was appealing.
There was nothing complicated about it—simply defeat the enemies before my eyes. It was an event I could not possibly dislike.
Yet it still fell short of being called a ‘special Battlefield’.
Why had the Blood Demon called this place special?
What was his reason for guiding me to participate?

“Hm?”

The reason became clear soon enough.
A mysterious phenomenon unfolded before my eyes. The system window displaying the event details stretched across my vision in vivid clarity.
At the bottom of it, a shimmering heat haze began to rise.
A mirage-like distortion that seemed as though it might vanish at any moment.
Words appeared within it.

[Those who can perceive this message are granted an opportunity to strengthen their unique ability. Participate in the Battlefield and claim victory.]
[Those who possess a ‘Fragment’ shall prove their qualification here.]

“What is this now?”
[What troubles you? Do you see something?]
“You can’t see it?”

Han Yu-sung furrowed his brow at the unexpected message.
Kakasha, meanwhile, merely tilted her head in confusion.
The message appeared completely invisible to her eyes.
Han Yu-sung recited the message he had seen to her.

[Hmm… Even looking again, I cannot perceive it. It does not appear to me, a Lord, yet it appears only to you?]
“There’s only one thing that makes sense.”
[Indeed. Could it not be your unique ability, ‘Possession’?]

It made sense—the message spoke of strengthening a unique ability, and this message was visible only because I possessed Possession.
However, there was one detail that nagged at me.

“Those who can perceive this message. Plural.”
[The plural form troubles you. In your previous life, was there anyone else who possessed a unique ability like yours?]
“There couldn’t have been. I would have known by now.”

In my previous life, I did not limit myself to Earth alone.
God’s Trial grew larger with each iteration. Eventually, it became a stage where players from multiple worlds clashed together, not just those from Earth.
The same applied to the Difficult Realms opened by the Lords.
I had fought countless powerful beings and superior races from other worlds, yet among them all, I had never encountered anyone with a unique ability like mine—not even something remotely similar.

“I doubt this life would be drastically different in that regard.”
[Hmm. In truth, I too have searched extensively since witnessing your unique ability. I have found nothing even remotely comparable.]

It meant possessing such a special unique ability.
An ability so rare that it couldn’t be found anywhere across the entire universe.
So what remained was.

“This term ‘Fragment’—could it be?”
[I don’t know what it is, but there are others who possess ‘Fragments’ like you do, and surely only they can see these words.]
“And those Fragments must be connected to the God Descent.”

A smile bloomed across my lips as the pieces fell into place.
The situation was becoming increasingly fascinating.

“So there was a reason Blood Demon called this Battlefield special.”

I had harbored a question for a long time.
Why had I awakened the God Descent? Why had I been granted a unique ability with power that could even interfere with the System itself?
And what legacy was entangled with it?
This Battlefield held the thread that could unravel these mysteries.

[Then, what will you do?]
“There’s no question about it.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, I extended my finger.

“I’m participating.”

What would I encounter in the Battlefield called the Star of Struggle?
A smile brimming with anticipation played across my lips.

* * *

The special event, Star of Struggle, had been announced.
With word that rare rewards, including Eternity-grade items, would be distributed, players from countless worlds were flocking to participate.
There were those who did not welcome this situation.
Or rather, to be precise.

“Star of Struggle? What in the world is this?!”
“This is maddening. Participants are pouring in!”

There were those greatly flustered by this situation.
The Administrators, to be precise. Those who managed the Star Battlefield, entrusted with the duty of hosting and overseeing various Battlefields.
Among them were some who had once been Lords but fallen into decline and became Administrators, and others who had chosen to become Administrators of their own volition.
Regardless of which, the Administrators—who earned the reputation among the Lords of being “irritatingly rigid”—could not hide their bewilderment.

“Why is a Battlefield opening without our authorization!”
“That’s precisely what I want to know! A Battlefield opening without permission, acting on its own! And worse, it’s not even in the Library!”
“What? It’s not in the Library either?”

The Star Battlefield possessed something called the Library.
It was like a warehouse where Battlefields and events were stored. The Administrators would retrieve appropriate Battlefields or events from there and host them.
The Star of Struggle that had opened now was different.
A Battlefield that had never existed in the Library to begin with.

“Can we not cancel it?”
“The Administrators in charge have been continuously requesting cancellation, but an unknown authority is refusing to cancel it, apparently….”
“Unbelievable. A Battlefield that even Administrators cannot cancel?”

This was not an event they had hosted.
Yet they could not cancel it either. Like a virus beyond their control, the Star of Struggle was rejecting all interference.

“Could it be that the Gods have hosted it? We cannot interfere with such matters. Has anyone identified the source?”
“I made inquiries. The Gods stated they have no involvement in this. And when they attempted to cancel the Battlefield….”
“Surely you don’t mean the Gods were unable to do so either?”
“Yes. The Gods appeared unable to grasp the situation. For now, they said they would observe the circumstances carefully.”

The Star Battlefield was composed of several Gods who governed this place, and Administrators beneath them who handled various duties.
Needless to say, the Gods possessed overwhelming authority.
They could do anything short of excessively compromising the fairness of the Battlefield.
Canceling an event was beneath mention.
Yet here was a Battlefield even those Gods could not interfere with.

“What on earth is happening right now?”
“Then… there’s no way to handle this?”
“That would appear to be the case.”

The Administrators fell silent.
Of course, it wasn’t as though there were no methods at all.

“If the great one were to step forward, it might be possible, but he has remained silent for so long….”
“…In truth, I fear there is no way forward.”

Silence descended upon the gathering of Administrators.
A torrent of countless players surged forward, visible to all.
There was no stopping them now. No—there had never been a way to stop them in the first place.

“All we can do is observe how this Battlefield unfolds.”
“Yes….”

Drowning in a helplessness they had never before experienced.
The Gods and Administrators resolved to watch the Star of Struggle intently.
After all, there was no other choice.

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