The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 355

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 355

The last Apostle, Auril, had fallen.
Achiros had bestowed upon him tremendous support. Sacred relics of the highest grade, the finest items, skills, and divine blessings alike.
Yet bearing all of it, he was defeated by Han Yu-sung.
And Auril’s death signified something more.

[“Defeat.”]

It meant the defeat of the Lord of Justice herself.
In this Lords’ War, the Lords could not intervene directly.
In other words, the only forces capable of standing against Han Yu-sung were the Apostles.
With all the Apostles dead, the scene that unfolded thereafter was beyond description.

– Aaaaaargh!
– The… the enemies…! Cough!

A defeat that was not merely one-sided, but utterly devastating.
The Oath Keepers of Justice resisted with all their might, bolstered by their Lord’s support, yet they were woefully inadequate against the War Covenant Members.
Especially with Han Yu-sung and Kaldrex leading the charge.
Eventually, the Oath Keepers of Justice began falling one by one.

Kuuuuung!

Before long, all the Oath Keepers of Justice had vanished.
What this meant was far too clear.

[The Lords’ War, 【Full-Scale Warfare】, has determined its victor.]
[Congratulations, Lord of War. You have achieved victory in the Lords’ War. You have obtained the Difficult Realms wagered by your opposing Lord as your reward.]

The Lord of Justice had been defeated.
All the Difficult Realms she had wagered in this Lords’ War had been seized.
And countless Oath Keepers of Justice had been lost.

[Warning: The value of the Difficult Realms wagered by the Lord of Justice is somewhat lower than the value of the Difficult Realms wagered by the Lord of War.]
[Additionally, a portion of the Lord of Justice’s personal wealth will be forcibly confiscated.]

Messages that reopened the wound continued to appear.
The Tower of Records is a Difficult Realm of immense value. Now, it has been further expanded to the point where players from other worlds are entering and conquering it.
Even Achiros’s Difficult Realms were insufficient to cover its value.
Thus, the system stripped him of additional rewards.
And gifted those rewards to the Lord of War.

[“….”]

Faced with an utterly unbelievable situation, Achiros fell silent.
He had no choice. The Difficult Realm, the Oath-takers, the victory he had been confident in—everything had been stripped away.
All that remained was the word ‘defeat’.
Achiros, the Lord of Justice, had been defeated.
Without excuse, undeniably.

[“How….”]

Those were the only words that escaped Achiros’s lips as he watched the Battlefield.
Shock, and bewilderment.
What kept replaying in his mind was the power Han Yu-sung had wielded, and the sight of the two Apostles who had fallen before it.

[“A power that even a Lord cannot oppose—how could he possibly….”]

How could a mere human wield such a thing?
No—could such a being even be called human anymore?
Possessing strength virtually indistinguishable from that of a Lord.
No, under certain conditions, capable of displaying power that surpasses a Lord.

[“Can such a being even be called human?”]

Achiros questioned himself.
No answer came to that question.
Countless possibilities flooded his mind.
Should he have deployed the Apostles together in one location instead of dividing them?
Meaningless. If he had, both would have perished to that inexplicable power. Han Yu-sung would not have used his power until he encountered the Apostles.

‘Unless I knew how to oppose that power.’

Achiros realized it.
That this confrontation between Lords had been fundamentally flawed from the start.

[“There was no way for me to achieve victory.”]

I couldn’t accept it, didn’t want to accept it.
Yet it was a truth I had no choice but to acknowledge.

[“Now, only the Holy War Battlefield remains.”]

Crunch!

Achiros clenched his teeth without realizing it.
Losing this Lords’ Duel wouldn’t immediately open the Holy War Battlefield. I still possessed considerable assets.
But.

[“There is no way to defend against his assault.”]

I could see the future.
My own form, defeated in successive Lords’ Duels.
Han Yu-sung’s form, trampling my Oath-takers and soldiers without mercy.
To achieve victory in a Lords’ Duel against the Lord of War, I must find a way to counter Han Yu-sung. Otherwise, I will continue to fall.

[“A method….”]

As if entranced, I murmured and departed the Battlefield.

[“I must find a method.”]

A way to oppose that power, without fail.
And the Gods who watched the Lords’ Duel felt the same.

[….]

The Arbiter, the God who presided over the Battlefield of Stars, fell silent.
Because I knew the true nature of the power Han Yu-sung had wielded.
‘Primordial Force’.
A power once used by a certain ‘traitor’.

[A human wielding a power that even the Wanderers could not master?]

I was aware of the existence of Chaos itself.
But I judged it impossible. It was far too impractical, and I determined it was an aura that humans could never wield.
In reality, that assessment was correct.
Yet Han Yu-sung—that human—succeeded in wielding it.
An aura that even Geomson and the Blood Demon could not command.

[….]

The Arbiter fell silent once more.
My mind was in turmoil.
Should I have informed Achiros that this Chaos existed?
But I did not. I judged it beyond human capability, and most importantly—

[It would have been meaningless to tell him.]

As I said before, there is no way to counter it.
Even I cannot conceive of a method to oppose Chaos. What use is knowledge without a solution?
That is the nature of Chaos.
It was created precisely for this purpose.

[That one….]

I recalled a certain existence.
The being known by many names, including “The Great Will.”
Yet one who has long remained silent, moving only by the will that remains.

[I must seek an audience with the Absolute.]

* * *

The Lords’ War had ended.
The result was victory for the Lord of War. Our forces had been at a disadvantage from the start, yet considering the enemy’s complete annihilation, it was a tremendous victory.

[Kufufufufu….]
“It begins again.”

Kakasha, having claimed victory, began laughing with sinister delight.
That distinctive laughter echoed through Han Yu-sung’s mind.

[That damnable Achiros… Finally, finally….]

An image flashed through my mind in an instant.
It was Kakasha raising both hands and cheering triumphantly.

[Ugh, gugu-guk, kugugu-guk….]

But contrary to the image Han Yu-sung had conjured,
Kakasha suppressed his emotions instead of cheering.

[Ah, not yet, not yet. I have not yet achieved complete victory. It would not be too late to savor the joy of victory after I have utterly destroyed that wretch and celebrate atop his remains!]
“Oh, patience, no less. Impressive.”

He was restraining his joy now for a greater pleasure later.
It mattered little to me. I surveyed the surrounding terrain.
More precisely, the spot where Auril had fallen.

“Tsk, controlling my strength… No, that’s absurd.”

Nothing remained where Auril had died.
Not the SSS-rank sacred artifact he wielded, nor his items—nothing.
I had obliterated them completely.
But it didn’t matter.

[Do not worry. It is regrettable that the SSS-rank sacred artifact was destroyed, but this Lords’ War has brought us tremendous profits. With those resources, strengthening the sacred artifacts will merely be a matter of time.]

Achiros had wagered precious Difficult Realms in this Lords’ War.
I had seized them all and even claimed a portion of his wealth. If I liquidated those assets, the profits would be staggering.
Creating an SSS-rank sacred artifact would prove no great difficulty.

[A miraculous achievement, truly.]
“Miraculous… Yes, well. A miracle it is.”

I surveyed my surroundings.
My allies basked in the joy of victory. Some tended to their wounds and rested, while others gathered spoils of war.
Truly, an achievement as miraculous as any.
Yet our casualties were not insignificant.

[Wounded: roughly three thousand. Fallen: roughly four hundred….]

This Lords’ War was a format where survival was not guaranteed.
Even in victory, one did not walk away alive.

[Considering the disparity in power, it would be fair to call what transpired a miracle.]

Given that our forces faced absolute disadvantage, it would not have been surprising if casualties had been far greater.
That our losses remained this contained was largely due to Han Yu-sung’s exceptional performance.
And secondly, the contributions of the Draken, led by Kaldrex, were equally significant.

[Many of the fallen were Draken. They knew this would be a grueling battle, so they volunteered to take the vanguard, but this….]

The Draken regarded Kakasha and Han Yu-sung as their saviors.
They had rescued them from slavery and poured immense support into their world, which was already consumed with reconstruction efforts.
Indeed, Kaldrex had said as much.

“Think nothing of it. It was our way of repaying the debt. Our fallen kin would consider it an honor.”

Perhaps the greatest reward Han Yu-sung had gained from the countless trials was recruiting the Draken as War Covenant Members.
Kakasha had assured him that a reward befitting their dedication would be granted.

“Very well, then….”

In that instant, Han Yu-sung staggered violently.
An overwhelming sense of exhaustion swept through him as every ounce of strength drained from his body.
And then came the pain.
He drew a sharp breath, as if suppressing the agony.

[Has the drug’s effect worn off?]
“Like I’ve taken some sort of medicine… Yes, it’s over.”

The effect of the Incarnation of Greed had ended.
Han Yu-sung had already reached his limit from consecutive uses of Honwon. He had only been moving by sheer force of will thanks to the Incarnation of Greed.
He exhaled deeply.

“Still, at least I bought us time.”
[Mm.]

Achiros had sustained tremendous damage.
Moreover, he would surely be wary of the ‘Primordial Harmony’ that Han Yu-sung had wielded.
He would desperately attempt to understand what it was and how to counter it.
For some time, the likelihood of further conflict was slim.

[I would dearly love to commence the Holy War Battlefield immediately, but it seems wiser to wait for the Trial to conclude. Do not worry—I shall observe how that wretch Achiros moves.]
“Very well.”

I could not open the Holy War Battlefield at this very moment.
Achiros still possessed assets. I needed to strip them away until he reached a point where he could no longer endure.
A brief respite, then I would move with urgency once more.
In any case.

‘I have won.’

Against Achiros.
I had not yet directly crushed him.
But having severely diminished his forces, it was fair to say I had achieved a magnificent victory.

‘This is merely the beginning.’

Han Yu-sung recalled the Achiros of his past life.
The one who had granted Lee Su-ho the qualifications to become a Lord, the architect of Earth’s destruction. A monster who had absorbed countless Lords through the power gained in that process.
The Achiros of his past life had been an opponent with no means of resistance.
It was precisely why Han Yu-sung had chosen regression.

‘This time….’

Things would be different.
Han Yu-sung’s eyes gleamed with cold resolve.
This world would not fall to Achiros’s hands, nor would he ascend. There was only one fate promised to him.

“How I anticipate it.”

‘Annihilation’.
Just as Lee Su-ho, once Achiros’s Oath-taker, had experienced.
He too would face utter and complete ruin.
Han Yu-sung walked forward slowly.
Anticipating the future to come, the future he would forge with his own hands.

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