The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 341

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 341

[God, the Arbiter has summoned you.]

A message bearing the summons of a god.
Kakasha’s brow furrowed upon reading it.

[These presumptuous gods, I tell you! Every time I feel it—these Lords, myself included, are treated as though we stand beneath them.]
“Isn’t that how it is?”
[Hmph! Gods do rank higher than Lords, that much is true. But that doesn’t make them superior beings to us Lords.]
“Sounds like semantics to me.”

Kyaaak!

Kakasha’s eyes widened at Han Yu-sung’s remark.

[If I say it is so, then it is so! In any case, gods cannot issue commands to Lords. Especially not to a Lord who bears a True Name like myself! Yet they have the audacity to summon me with their “come here, go there” nonsense!]
“So, you’re not going?”
[….]

Kakasha fell silent at the question.
Irritation boiled over, and a cascade of expressions flickered across his face before vanishing.

[I suppose I must go.]
“….”

Now it was Han Yu-sung’s turn to fall silent.
He regarded his Lord with a complicated gaze.
In any case, this wasn’t what truly mattered right now.

“The reason you were summoned hardly needs explaining, I’d imagine.”
[Hmm. They must have noticed our battle with Geomson. There’s nothing strange about that. We made no particular effort to hide the Corridor leading there.]

Concealment would have been impossible from the start.
A colossal Sanctuary had torn across the Universe—how could such a thing be hidden?
No matter what we did, traces would inevitably remain.

“Who is the Arbiter?”
[A god who presides over the Battlefield of Stars. A deity of immense power. Neither you nor I can defeat them in combat at present.]
“Well, that much is obvious.”

I had never entertained the notion of defeating a god in battle.
Not yet, anyway.

[You summoned me to interrogate me about various matters. Why did you fight the Wanderer? How did you find them? What did you obtain….]
“Will you answer honestly?”
[Who knows.]

Kakasha’s words grew evasive as he regarded me.
Answer honestly? Then I would have no choice but to reveal everything about Han Yu-sung.
That seemed dangerous in every conceivable way.
The power Han Yu-sung possessed was far too perilous.

[…It seems best to obscure the truth. Though if a god sets their mind to it and begins searching for traces, eventually everything will come to light.]
“So you’re buying time until then.”
[I believe that would be the wisest course.]

I agreed with Kakasha’s assessment.
Both Kakasha and I have accumulated considerable power. Even more so after felling the Lord of the Dead and then Geomson.
Yet still, we require far greater strength.

[There is power I absorbed from Geomson. Should I fully digest it, I could recover strength approaching my prime. And you have gained the ability to seize the ‘Authority’ that the Lords possess….]
“If we can strip Achiros of his Authority with that, the situation changes entirely.”
[Indeed it would. Of course, even then we would fall far short.]

I nodded in acknowledgment.
Achiros is undoubtedly a Lord of tremendous power. His Authority would become a formidable asset to me.
Given the karmic debts from my past life, there was no reason to spare him.

[Then, for now….]

Kakasha released a deep sigh.

[I suppose I must meet with that troublesome one.]

The god, the Arbiter—the time had come to face them.

* * *

The moment Kakasha answered Arbiter’s call.
My vision flooded with brilliant light.
When that radiance finally subsided, I stood alone in a space filled entirely with white.
As I surveyed my surroundings, I clicked my tongue inwardly.

‘Nothing but pristine white everywhere. I’m going to lose my mind at this rate.’

This was hardly to my taste.
There was no scent of war in this place—only an artificial peace that someone had deliberately constructed.
I sat in the chair placed directly before me.
Then.

[You have come, ‘Lord of War’.]

A voice echoed from the void.
Light coalesced across from me, and a hazy silhouette materialized.
A colossal warrior wielding a spear in one hand and a sword in the other.
Seeing this form, I furrowed my brow in displeasure.

[What is your purpose in summoning me?]
[You already know the answer well enough.]
[….]

I remained silent, showing no intention of responding.
Arbiter, observing this, slowly opened his mouth.

[Answer my questions from this point forward. How did you discover the existence of The Wanderer, why did you fight, and what did you gain from that encounter?]

It was a question I had already anticipated.
In truth, it was far too predictable.

[Chance. Does war require justification? I obtained victory.]
[Hmm….]

Arbiter’s eyes flickered as he absorbed the response.
An answer devoid of sincerity.
It meant there was no will to speak.
Among the Lords bearing ‘True Names’, there were those who found the existence of Gods distasteful. Especially when the other party was coercive.
The reason, no doubt, was that they themselves occupied a position close to divinity.

[So you refuse to answer.]
[Did you not answer? What you said moments ago—that is your answer.]
[That insincere response is what you call an answer?]

Arbiter let out a derisive snort.

[If you refuse to answer, the situation will turn unfavorable for you. A Lord of your caliber should already know this.]
[Will you impose punishment upon me? If so, I welcome it.]

Arbiter did not respond.
He simply gazed at Kakasha in silence.
Had the opponent been an ordinary Lord, he would have forced an answer through coercive means. But the Lord before him bore a True Name.
Moreover, he was the one who had eliminated Geomson, the Wanderer.
And above all else.

[Very well, Lord of War.]

Kakasha’s demeanor itself could be considered a form of answer.
Arbiter waved his hand dismissively.

[I will not force an answer. The truth will reveal itself soon enough. When that time comes, we shall meet again.]

Whether either of us desires it or not.
It will inevitably come to pass.

[I await that day.]
[As do I.]

Brilliant light engulfed the White Space once more.
When that radiance faded, Kakasha had vanished.
Left alone, Arbiter clicked his tongue with irritation.

[Even in ruin, that endless arrogance persists. Not a Lord bearing a True Name, but one who regards himself as a God—such insufferable pride.]

A Lord I can never seem to approve of, no matter how many times I observe.
Arbiter snapped his fingers. Countless spatial rifts tore open in the void, and beyond them, the Administrators revealed themselves.
The Administrators bowed their heads in unison.

[Investigate all traces. And everything concerning the Lord of War as well. Gather all records left behind after that Lord’s downfall. If necessary, a certain degree of ‘intervention’ will be required.]
“Yes, we shall do so.”
[And, hmm….]

Arbiter closed his eyes, lost in thought.
Beyond the Lord of War, there was another presence that troubled him.

[Han Yu-sung. Bring me everything concerning that human as well.]

Han Yu-sung, a player belonging to Earth.
I heard that the Lord of War, who had fallen after her defeat at the hands of the Lord of Justice, made her comeback thanks to a single player.
She had even displayed remarkable feats on the Star Battlefield.
And beyond that, for reasons unknown.

[Something about him weighs on my mind.]

There had been talk among the Gods concerning Han Yu-sung at some point.
Since he was an entity of no particular interest, I had not committed it to memory.
But now it seems necessary to recall it.

[Move.]
“Yes.”

The Administrators began moving with urgency.
Arbiter gazed upward at the ceiling. The white landscape faded away, and the vast expanse of the Universe came into view.
Within it, the forms of countless beings locked in combat.

[An ancient one, who lived for eons and committed great treason, has fallen.]

The Wanderer, Geomson.
An entity neither granted permission nor forgiven.
The reason the Gods did not dispose of them was partly because they had concealed their traces, but also due to a mysterious ‘covenant’ whose origins remained unknown.
Just now, that ancient specter has perished.

[…A great transformation seems imminent.]

A premonition.
Or perhaps something closer to foresight flashed through my mind.

* * *

When Kakasha departed to meet a god.
Han Yu-sung devoted himself to mastering the authority known as Heart Sword.
And Kaldrex observed this spectacle unfold.

“….”
“….”

Silence permeated the vast Sanctuary.
After concentrating intensely for some time, two distinct energies surged from Han Yu-sung—righteous aura and demonic aura. Soon they intermingled, and
coalesced into the overwhelming force known as Primordial Unity.
Han Yu-sung remained motionless, eyes closed, his consciousness fully focused.

‘There is a sword within my heart. And….’

I draw that sword forth.
Such was the image I conjured.
To perceive the sword dwelling within my heart, and to visualize it in a way that allowed me to manifest it at will.
And the driving force behind drawing the sword from my heart was Primordial Unity itself.

Whoooosh!

Han Yu-sung’s breath caught.
Vast Primordial Unity erupted, and I felt it consumed in an instant. The strain upon my body was immense.
Blood vessels surged across my entire frame.

Burst!

Unable to withstand the pressure, the blood vessels ruptured, and blood gushed forth.
Whether it was mere perception or not, using Heart Sword felt far more taxing than simply wielding Primordial Unity.
Han Yu-sung gritted his teeth and maintained the image in his mind.
The image he painted was that of drawing the sword from within his heart.

“Haaaaaah….”

Han Yu-sung exhaled.
The hazy image in his mind gradually took concrete form.
The image of the blade that surfaced was one burning with fierce intensity.

【Flames of War】.

As always, Han Yu-sung grasped the sword, and the hellfire erupting from it consumed his hand.
Rejecting his hand, as if intent on burning it completely away.
But in that moment.

“….”

Another hand wrapped around Han Yu-sung’s burning hand.
It was a hand that felt familiar.
The moment it made contact, the hellfire consuming Han Yu-sung’s hand began to subside.
Han Yu-sung gripped the sword tightly once more.
And then.

Kwaaaaaaaaaa!

I swung the blade within my heart.
That was all Han Yu-sung felt.
With his eyes closed, he could only sense the tremendous force erupting and hear the deafening roar.
He slowly opened his eyes.
What he saw was Kaldrex, his expression one of clear astonishment.

“…This is, remarkably astounding.”

And the Sanctuary’s sky, split open in devastating fashion.

“…Did I do that?”
“If not you, then who? I would explain what I witnessed, but I find myself unable to.”

Kaldrex let out a hollow laugh.
His words rang true. What he had perceived was a tremendous force erupting from Han Yu-sung.
And following that, an intangible slash of incomprehensible nature had manifested, cleaving the sky in two.
That was all.

“It was a strike I couldn’t even perceive.”
“Indeed….”

It resembled the ‘Heart Sword’ that Geomson had once unleashed.
Though it still fell somewhat short in power and other aspects.

“It will improve with continued use.”

Han Yu-sung wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Then, suddenly, he recalled the image that had crossed his mind moments before.
Whose hand had it been, the one that enveloped his burning palm?
In truth, there was no need to ponder—it was far too obvious.

[Gaaahhh! What, what is this! Why! My Sanctuary!]
“….”

Kakasha, who had returned at some point, gazed up at the sky above the Sanctuary and gasped in horror.
Seeing this, Han Yu-sung shook his head and turned away.
He knew whose hand it had been, but he had no desire to speak of it.

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