The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 365

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 365

[Han Yu-sung, you have proven yourself to be the most qualified among those who possess a ‘Fragment’.]
[Opening the Portal.]
[The thoughts of ‘the one who lost existence’ await you.]

I gazed at the Portal that had materialized before me.
It was less a Portal and more a narrow fissure—as if someone had forcibly torn open a gap and widened it.
Power that could not be concealed seeped through the cracks.
Somehow, it felt remarkably familiar.

[Tch, tch…! I cannot enter. I so wished to see with my own eyes what lies within…!]
“You lack the qualification, so that’s only natural.”

A Portal that those without qualification could not even approach.
Only those who possessed a ‘Fragment’—and among them, only the most qualified—could enter this Portal.

‘The situation is unfolding in an interesting way.’

Just as in my past life, I had refused to become a Lord.
As a result, in my previous life, I had obtained the special reward of ‘Regression’.
And in this life, I had obtained this ‘Portal’ as my reward.

“Refusing to become a Lord doesn’t automatically grant a reward.”
[Hmm, peculiar indeed.]

Kakasha tilted his head in confusion.
The moment when the qualification of Lord had vanished came to mind. I had thought that since Han Yu-sung refused it, nothing would remain and it would simply disappear.

[When the qualification of Lord dissipated, the power contained within it was absorbed by the light enveloping the item. And it appears that power was used as a kind of catalyst to open this fissure…]
“It seems the conditions were met and it opened naturally.”

I stared at the Portal, lost in thought for a moment.
Various thoughts crossed my mind, but deliberation alone would solve nothing.
There was only one certain method.

“I suppose I have no choice but to go in and see.”
[Are you certain? I know not what awaits beyond this threshold.]
“True enough. But…”

A strange sensation washed over me.
An intuition that something beyond this portal was waiting for me.

‘What exactly are these fragments I possess?’

And who was The Nameless One, the presumed original owner of these fragments and the one who once led the Wanderers?
I felt certain I would find answers to these questions.
A certainty with no logical foundation whatsoever.

“Well, I’ll just have to adapt as needed.”
[Hmm… Be cautious. This is a place I cannot venture into, so I cannot aid you no matter what transpires.]
“I understand. I’ll be back soon.”

With Kakasha watching anxiously,
Han Yu-sung stepped through the Portal.
My vision twisted instantly, and the landscape around me warped.
Moments later, a new vista unfolded before my eyes.

“…A Wasteland?”

A desolate expanse stretched before me.
No signs of life were visible. Instead, what I saw were only massive stone monuments jutting from the Wasteland like gravestones.
Beyond them, at the edge of the Wasteland, stood a single structure.
A modest Temple, built in the traditional style.

“…”

There was nowhere else worth going besides that Temple.
Han Yu-sung advanced toward the Temple, sword in hand, expanding my senses to remain vigilant of my surroundings, yet I detected no presence of note.
The only place where I could sense anything at all was that Temple.

“Hah…”

A strange emotion stirred within me.
Longing, perhaps. Which made it all the more peculiar.
Why would I feel longing for that Temple, for this sight?

‘It makes no sense.’

This longing was not my own emotion.
Han Yu-sung rejected the surging longing and cast it away.
Before I knew it, the Temple had drawn close enough to touch.
I slowly opened the door.

Screeeeeech…

A vast expanse opened before me within the Temple.
So utterly dark that I could not see even an inch ahead.
I conjured flame, but even its light was swallowed by the darkness.
Han Yu-sung stepped slowly into the abyss.
Boom! Then the Temple door slammed shut of its own accord.

Whoooooosh!

Countless stars were etched across the darkness-filled space.
It was a sight that evoked the very Universe itself.
And between them, I glimpsed figures of unknown identity.
Beings of immense power, wreathed in deep black aura.
They had eliminated those who stood before them, and continued to expand their forces as they traversed the vast Universe.

‘This is… what I saw in the Record of the Nameless before.’

It resembled the vision I had witnessed then.
The difference was that now everything appeared with perfect clarity.
Han Yu-sung’s eyes widened.
Among those wreathed in black aura, I recognized a familiar face.

‘The Blood Demon.’

A younger Blood Demon, brimming with vigor and ambition.
He was utterly transformed from the Blood Demon I had seen at the Blood Dragon Auction—powerful yet somehow suffused with a strange helplessness.
Considering that those beside him were also Transcendents.

‘The Wanderers, then.’

I had speculated on this before, so I wasn’t particularly surprised.
I observed the Wanderers who traversed the Universe with keen interest.
More precisely, the one leading them.

‘…That transcendent being has interference mixed in again.’

A figure shrouded in ashen-white energy stood at the vanguard.
A transcendent wielding demonic and holy energies with freedom, ruthlessly annihilating enemies blocking the path using Primordial Force.
The Nameless One—a being whose name and very existence had been erased.
I could not discern their form this time either.

Boom!

The Wanderers advanced through endless combat.
The Nameless One eliminated the Gods blocking the way, claimed their power as their own, and continued the war.
Before long, the sight I had witnessed before appeared once more.
What first came into view was the terribly devastated Battlefield.
Wanderers and Gods had waged fierce war, and the Wanderers emerged victorious.
Yet there was no room to revel in victory.
For a certain existence appeared and crushed the Battlefield.

Crunch, crackle!

The Universe was physically crushed like crumpled paper.
The countless stars filling every direction, even the transcendents locked in fierce battle.
Beyond that crushed space, a certain existence revealed itself.
The Absolute Being—a force of absolute power.
An existence composed solely of light, shrouded in radiant brilliance so that its form could not be discerned, an entity beyond description.
Upon witnessing this, The Nameless One unleashed Primordial Force and stamped the ground, charging toward The Absolute Being that destroyed all.

‘That was where the previous memory ended.’

In the Record of the Nameless, the recollection had concluded when the two beings began their battle.
But this time was different.
The recollection did not end—it continued.

“….”

I watched the overwhelming battle unfold before me in silence.
It was merely a recollection. Yet the overwhelming power emanating from those two beings—a force that dominated all transcendents—pressed down upon me.
The fierce and simultaneously brutal battle continued unabated.

Shhhhwooosh!

Honwon carved deep scars into The Absolute Being’s body.
The counterattack in response pierced through The Nameless One’s form, yet he pressed forward with relentless aggression as though indifferent to the wound.
The blood flowing from them embroidered the universe like starlight.

‘Who will prevail?’

Based solely on what I had witnessed thus far, The Nameless One held the advantage.
But he could not have won.
If he had, his name would not have been erased.
And indeed, that was not the case.

‘He’s being pushed back. And yet….’

The Absolute Being was gradually seizing the upper hand.
At this rate, The Nameless One would be defeated.
I reached this conclusion, and simultaneously felt a profound sense of discord.

‘The flow of this battle is strange.’

The thought surfaced unbidden.
The Nameless One continued his fierce offensive. Yet his attacks were not for the sake of his own victory.
They appeared designed to inflict wounds upon his opponent.
Wounds so profound they could never be erased.

‘No, this is….’

Wounds were carved, and blood spilled forth.
And with it, the overwhelming power possessed by The Absolute Being began to leak away.
Honwon absorbed that power, growing ever stronger.
And The Nameless One’s attacks became increasingly ferocious.
Attacks that disregarded his own body, that would not shy from defeat.
As I observed this, a realization crystallized in my mind.

[There is no way to achieve victory in this war.]
“…!”

In that moment, a voice echoed from somewhere.
It carried the same thoughts that had just crossed Han Yu-sung’s mind.
When I turned to look toward the source of the voice, I saw something that hadn’t been there moments before.
A lofty throne. An ancient, weathered throne upon which someone sat.

[I have reached such a conclusion.]

It was a human form.
The problem was that the figure was so indistinct that I could not discern who it was.
And it seemed fragile enough to vanish at any moment.
Like a shadow being swallowed by darkness.

“….”

Han Yu-sung lowered his sword.
I felt the emotion that had been welling up intensify even further. The source of that emotion was, needless to say, that figure.
I did not know who that figure was.

“…So then, what have you decided to do?”

Yet Han Yu-sung spoke with such natural ease.
As if I already knew who he was.

[I have decided to commit an act of utmost irresponsibility. It was a secret technique I never wished to employ, but what can be done when circumstances have come to this?]

And the figure felt the same way.
He shrugged his shoulders with composure.

[I have decided to entrust everything to the next generation. I shall make this battle I wage the foundation upon which the future is built. I would have preferred to end this with my own hands, but what can be done when circumstances refuse to permit it?]

Behind the figure, battle still raged.
The clash between The Absolute Being and The Nameless One.
But the outcome was already decided. The Nameless One had released his sword, and after suffering grievous wounds, The Absolute Being emerged victorious.

[I have been defeated.]

A brilliant light erupted from The Absolute Being, engulfing the Universe.
Between the rays, countless grotesque mouths materialized, surrounding The Nameless One.
And then, moments later.

[And so The Absolute Being absorbed the defeated one.’]

To absorb the wounds, to recover the lost power.
Simultaneously, to become something even more complete and absolute.
With that, the landscape visible behind The Entity vanished.
All that remained was an empty, utterly desolate Universe.

[Let us set aside the stories of the past for now. What matters is not what was, but what will be—and the reality you face.]
“…Who are you?”
[Do you not already know who I am?]

A faint smile crossed The Entity’s face.
A name echoed continuously in my mind—so vivid I could recall it without hearing it from his lips.
If I wished. The Entity spoke thus.

[The first title by which I was called was the Heavenly Demon. After that, some called me the God of Slaughter, and others the God of War. And finally, the entire Universe came to call me…]

He declared the name by which he was known.

[The Destroyer of Saints.]

One who conquered countless stars and endlessly slew the Gods.
The one who, at the end of all things, was called The Destroyer of Saints—with reverence, awe, and abhorrence.
The original master of the fragments and legacies that Han Yu-sung possessed.
He gazed directly at Han Yu-sung.

[A fragment that remained after being devoured by The Absolute Being. That is who I am.]

The beginning of everything.
The very one who could answer the questions Han Yu-sung had harbored for so long.

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