The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 310

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 310

There was a question that had lingered in my mind for some time.
A doubt that neither Han Yu-sung nor Kakasha could ever fully dispel.

‘Why does the Blood Demon support a player like Han Yu-sung?’

It was a question that inevitably came to mind.
Did the Blood Demon lack Oath-takers under his command?
That was not the case. The Blood Demon did not maintain many Oath-takers, but he certainly had them.
Han Yu-sung was merely an external Oath-taker. Rather than supporting someone unbound by contract, wouldn’t it be more fitting to support one’s own Oath-takers?
Yet he had chosen to support him nonetheless.

‘He must be trying to obtain something through me.’

Han Yu-sung did not trust transcendents.
It mattered not how much they had aided him. He had already experienced enough to understand the true nature of transcendents, including the Lords.
The Wanderer was no exception.
Even if that transcendent was the Blood Demon, who had rendered him considerable assistance.

[A keen eye indeed. As you think, it is wise not to trust those who have become transcendents. I am no different in that regard.]

A faint smile graced the Blood Demon’s lips.
Only the foolish would blindly trust someone simply because they had helped them.
If the one who had aided you was a transcendent, it was prudent to suspect ulterior motives behind that assistance and remain vigilant.
He leaned against the Blood Dragon Throne and slowly lifted his gaze.

[All Wanderers were once those who pursued a grand purpose.]
“You shared a common objective, then?”
[We sought to achieve something. As for the outcome… there is little need to speak of it. The grand purpose we harbored crumbled and was never realized.]

The Blood Demon exhaled slowly.
It was a breath laden with deep weariness and profound regret.

[The Wanderers of today each pursue their own objectives.]

What grand purpose had The Wanderers pursued?
The Blood Demon did not explain.
To be precise, it was something he could not speak of. It fell to me to deduce it.
And so I pressed no further.
I understood the futility of it.

[Some seek to honor The Nameless One’s legacy, others vie for his throne, and still others have abandoned his cause entirely—erasing every trace of it.]
“Then they divide into three factions, it seems.”
[One could say as much.]

The Wanderers had once been allies bound by a common purpose.
But as that alliance crumbled, they fractured into three distinct paths.

‘Those vying for The Nameless One’s seat….’

A name came to mind immediately upon hearing this.
‘Geomson.’ He actively sought the legacy, and like me, he cultivated those bearing Fragments as Oath-takers to strengthen his position.
From him, I sensed a fierce ambition.
From the Blood Demon, I sensed nothing of the sort.

“What purpose do you serve?”
[I belong to none of the three. If anything, I am merely an observer. I watch the great current flow, and cast but a small stone into its stream.]
“That stone—it seems to refer to me.”

The Blood Demon did not answer.
He only maintained that faint smile.

[Yet, yes. Should that great current shift, I would surrender myself to the flow that small stone creates.]

I recalled the Blood Demon of my past life.
In this life, he had aided me in many ways. But in my previous existence, we had no meaningful connection, and he offered me no assistance whatsoever.

‘In my past life, the great current never shifted.’

The Blood Demon emanated a peculiar weariness and helplessness.
I could not discern its exact nature, but it seemed he could not shed these burdens unless that great current changed.
And perhaps, there was only one thing capable of altering that flow.

“…What happens when all the Fragments are gathered? Does The Nameless One resurrect?”
[Hmm….]

The Blood Demon regarded Han Yu-sung in silence.
Then he slowly shook his head.

[Think of a shattered vessel. When all its pieces come together, the vessel regains its original form. But it can never return to how it was before the breaking—the scars of repair remain.]
“What you’re saying is….”
[The purpose we once followed is dead. How that vessel—now restored to its original form—is used depends entirely on your will.]

To summarize, it was this:
The Nameless One was the entity that led the Wanderers, including the Blood Demon.
They possessed a grand purpose and moved to achieve it, yet ultimately failed.
At that end, The Nameless One perished, and the countless Fragments containing his power and legacy scattered across the universe.

‘Even if the Fragments were completed, he would never resurrect.’

Because he was already dead.
But if all the Fragments were gathered, I could obtain the power he once possessed.
Whether that power was complete, I couldn’t know.
What mattered was that how to use that power would fall to whoever completed it.

‘To continue his will, use it for myself, or destroy it.’

It aligned with the three purposes the Wanderers held.
Simultaneously, I understood their motivations. With such power at stake, even transcendents like the Wanderers couldn’t help but be drawn to it.
The remaining question was whether I could trust what the Blood Demon had said.

[Whether you believe or not is your freedom. I have no intention of forcing belief upon you. When you gather all the Fragments, you will understand of your own accord.]

As if there was nothing more to explain, the Blood Demon fell silent.
Whether I could trust the Blood Demon’s words, whether gathering the Fragments would prove beneficial—these were judgments only I could make for myself.

[And you already know this, don’t you? You must have realized it through countless trials. The Fragment within you….]
“It has no intention of harming me.”

If anything, it has aided me.
It was the Fragment that gave me the choice to restore the ruined world.
Han Yu-sung nodded.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

In that very instant.
The space created by the Blood Demon trembled precariously.
That was not all. The form of the Blood Demon sitting upon the Blood Dragon Throne began to twist as if someone were pressing down upon it.

[…Today, I spoke much. But these were words that had to be said. Until now, even if I wished to, I could not.]

The Blood Demon spoke in cryptic tones and extended a hand.
Then crimson light burst forth from him—some seeped into Han Yu-sung, while some merely grazed past him.
Moments later, that light formed a portal constructed of blood.

[Go. This place will collapse soon. We will not meet for some time. In the interim, I shall observe what you do.]

The space that had been trembling precariously was crumbling.
There was no time to linger. Han Yu-sung immediately stood before the portal. And as he was about to step through it, a voice reached his ears from behind.

[And how you fight against Geomson as well.]

With those words, my vision was dyed crimson.
When I opened my eyes again, the familiar landscape of the Realm of War came into view.
And there was Kakasha, staring directly at me.

[How was your encounter with the Blood Demon?]
“Well, I’d call it a meeting that brought on a headache.”
[A headache?]

So much information had flooded in that my mind felt tangled.
Kakasha regarded me with eyes that urged me to speak quickly.
I shared with her the conversation I had with the Blood Demon, and upon hearing it, Kakasha furrowed her brow as if her head ached as well.

[A being whose name cannot be spoken… In other words, an existence whose very being has been erased along with its name. As you said, even the Gods cannot accomplish such a thing. If it were possible, it would be a being of a higher order still.]
“The being that created the Trial of God, then.”
[Hmm. I too can find no other explanation that fits.]

Han Yu-sung and Kakasha both exhaled heavily.

“The scale….”
[Grows far too vast.]

The scale of the matter had grown far beyond what I initially anticipated.
Even Han Yu-sung felt a moment of helplessness at the enormity of it all.
But now was not the time to dwell on such uncertainty.

“Is there a title or name that the Lords use when referring to the being that created the Trial of God?”
[Hmm… The Administrators seemed to call it the ‘Great Will’. But that’s likely not its true name. The Gods appear to call it by a different designation, though the problem is…]
“You can’t know what that is.”
[Unfortunately.]

For now, calling it the ‘Great Will’ would have to suffice.
I decided to settle on that designation.

[By the way, you’re saying you’ll observe a battle with Geomson? Yet you haven’t even taught us how to fight Geomson. How are we supposed to engage in combat?]
“There’s no need to teach us.”
[That means we already possess the means?]

I nodded instead of answering.
The Blood Demon had said I would find a way to fight Geomson at the Star of Struggle.
And conveniently, I had just obtained a reward related to Geomson.

“A path.”
[…Our thoughts align. Yes, you’ve gained the ability to open a path to the human who made a contract with Geomson.]

That was the only reward.
I had gained the ability to open a path to Dok-go Cheon, who had contracted with Geomson. And soon I would go to seize the Fragment he possessed.
Then naturally, a path to battle Geomson would open.
That was likely the Blood Demon’s intention.

[The Wanderer, ‘Geomson’… a formidable opponent indeed. The problem is we cannot determine precisely how much power he wields.]
“Well, I’ll prepare as much as I can. And it’s not entirely unfavorable.”
[Not unfavorable?]

Kakasha asked, sounding perplexed.
He didn’t seem like a particularly advantageous opponent, yet I was saying it wasn’t unfavorable.
I answered calmly.

“If I bring down Geomson, I’ll gain considerable power. With that strength, toppling Achiros will become far easier.”
[Well, that’s… not incorrect, but…]

Kakasha clicked his tongue in exasperation upon hearing Han Yu-sung’s response.
An ordinary player would have been anxious at the mere prospect of facing the wanderer known as Geomson.
Yet here was Han Yu-sung, already contemplating the battle with Achiros that would follow beyond that.
Any other Lord would have raged at such presumption.

[Hmm, not bad at all.]

But Kakasha was different.
He actually approved. What Kakasha most admired in Han Yu-sung was that boundless confidence and hunger for combat.
He also knew well that this would not descend into mere arrogance.

[Then your objective is clear. Eliminate Dok-go Cheon and Helud, who possess Fragments like yourself. And….]
“Face the wanderer, Geomson. I’ll need to prepare as thoroughly as possible.”
[Indeed, we know nothing of the enemy’s full strength. We must gather as much information as we can about the wanderer and Geomson.]

Han Yu-sung examined his Subspace pouch.
He had watched the light the Blood Demon created enter it.
Sure enough, the pouch contained numerous skill books.
Skills meant to teach the Blood Cult’s followers.

[Did the Blood Demon give you these?]
“Yes. This should prove quite useful.”

Most were S-rank skills, though many held potential to ascend higher depending on achievement.
They would be invaluable for followers like Red Blood Ming and the Seven Evils.
Han Yu-sung asked Kakasha to bring them to the Sanctuary, and Kakasha readily agreed.

“Sigh….”

Alone now, Han Yu-sung sat upon the ground of the Sanctuary.
The conversation he had shared with the Blood Demon moments ago circled through his mind.
And there remained the greatest mystery still unresolved.

‘What is the Great Will doing?’

It was a great will that erased the existence of ‘The Nameless One’.
Yet fragments and legacies of that erased existence scattered across the entire universe, and now there were those like Han Yu-sung and The Wanderer who sought to gather them.
And yet, that great will showed no action whatsoever.
The Gods beneath it were the same.
There had been a light clash before, but they had not yet intervened actively.

“Is it that they will not act, or that they cannot….”

Either way, it was a question with no immediate answer.
If there was a way to unravel this mystery.

“Then destroying Geomson would be the only path.”

That would be the most certain method.

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