The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 39

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 39

The number of enemies in the Cavern was beyond counting.
At minimum, well over a hundred. If the poison humans were reinforced further, it might exceed a thousand.
Han Yu-sung had just dealt with over a hundred poison humans in the Corridor.
But the situation now was different from then.

‘Fighting in a confined Corridor space favors me.’

The enemies would bunch together, and their movements would be restricted.
Moreover, Han Yu-sung possessed skills excellent for attacking multiple foes.
Especially skills that became even more useful in confined environments.
That’s why breaking through the Corridor hadn’t been as difficult as expected.
But this Cavern was a different story.

“Clearing out all of them here before leaving….”
[Even for you, wouldn’t that be difficult?]
“Hmm.”

It wasn’t easy. No—it was difficult.
And that’s precisely why I suddenly felt the urge.
Kakasha, who had been watching Han Yu-sung, sensed something ominous.

[That, that expression—what is it, Covenant Bearer? Why do you wear such a face….]
“Clearing them all out before leaving sounds like it would be fun.”
[No! Ten thousand coins, my lord! Ten thousand coins! For the sake of the coins, no—for the sake of your companion, act with reason!]
“Reason, you say….”

Kakasha urgently tried to restrain Han Yu-sung.
Fighting relentlessly against countless enemies.
This too was a situation I loved. I was tempted to throw myself into the poison humans right this instant.
But reason barely held that desire in check.

“You’re right. Now isn’t the time for that.”
[Phew….]

Maezato Oju was here, and so was the boss monster of this ruin.
Now was the time to move with reason.
Han Yu-sung began to advance.

“I’ll take down only what I need to and break through quickly.”
[The woman placed all her faith in you…!]

Thud—Han Yu-sung stepped into the cavern drenched in poison.
The poison beings that filled the cavern turned their gaze toward him in unison.
They flicked their serpentine tongues and revealed their malice.

[Ssssshhh, no one may pass through this place.]
[Anyone who obstructs the Master…!]
[Kill the intruder!]

Hundreds of poison beings surged forward, spewing toxins.
It was a situation that would have frozen most players with fear.
But Han Yu-sung remained composed, waiting for the opportunity that would soon arrive.
The moment when the poison beings would crowd together into one mass.
He didn’t have to wait long.

[Shrieeeeek!]

Whoooosh!

Countless enemies surged to within arm’s reach.
Han Yu-sung activated the effect of Successor and raised his blade high.
He felt a ferocious power gathering in his grip.

[Activating the effect of ‘Successor’.]
[The casting speed of your next skill is drastically reduced.]

And Han Yu-sung did not hold back that power.

Craaaaaash!

The blade struck the earth.
The ground split open, and cracks spread forward. Scorching heat erupted through the fissures, and a violent explosion followed.
Earth Shatter swept through the poison beings.

[Khaaaaack?!]
[Ugh, cough…!]

The poison humans that had filled the space before me fell or collapsed.
Han Yu-sung seized the moment, unfurling the Gale Wind Cloak to expand his senses.
He sought to locate Il-dok once more—the heavily armored poison human he’d glimpsed moments ago.
Finding his presence proved effortless.

[Stop that one! Can’t you see the path opening?!]

“There you are.”

Among the poison humans, a figure shrieked in alarm.
Once again, the poison humans scrambled to block Han Yu-sung’s advance.
Han Yu-sung maintained the Gale Wind Cloak while attempting to conjure magic.
Then, something suddenly came to mind.

‘This seems like the perfect moment to test it.’

The Mask of Chaos—newly acquired.
Han Yu-sung adjusted the mask and activated its option.
Chaos. An option that added a random effect to the next spell he would unleash.
In that instant, delighted laughter echoed from the mask.
And it was no mere illusion.

[The Mask of Chaos is laughing.]
[A random effect will be added to your next spell…]
[Since pleasure has been satisfied, a positive modifier is applied to the probability!]

An unexpected message appeared.
Power flowed from the mask into Han Yu-sung.
Soon, the nature of the added effect revealed itself.

[Additional Effect: Fatal Strike.]
[Your next spell will trigger a guaranteed critical hit!]

A magical critical hit.
Unlike physical skills, magic effects that increased critical chance were extraordinarily rare—precisely because such an effect was so formidable.
And now it had been applied to me.

‘Truly befitting the Lord of Pleasure.’

Han Yu-sung let out a soft chuckle.
An item worthy of a Lord’s epithet. That’s what pleased me.
He immediately summoned his magical power, and shadows erupted from the surrounding area.
The shadows swiftly transformed into various weapons.

Whoooosh!

They began attacking the poison-men ahead like they were seized by madness.
The poison-men were slashed, pierced, and crushed as they fell.
The shadow weapons moved more powerfully and viciously than usual.
It was because ‘Fatal Strike’ was being applied.

[How irritating. With mere shadows!]

The path to Il-dok opened before him.
Han Yu-sung didn’t break his stride as he extended his hand toward the ground.

Rumble!

An ominous spear erupted from the darkness.
The Spear of the Abyss. Han Yu-sung grasped the spear wrought from shadow and took his step forward.
As he drew his arm back, his muscles swelled as though they might burst.
When it finally reached its limit.

Shwoooosh!

The Spear of the Abyss was unleashed.
The spear shot forth like a flash of light, tearing through the darkness, cutting across the shadow weapons that assailed the poison-men, and surging toward its target.

[Kuh… ugh…?!]

Straight toward Il-dok.
Il-dok was parrying the incoming shadow weapons and failed to notice the spear’s approach in time.
For him, it brought a terrible consequence.
The spear pierced his shoulder, and Il-dok’s movements froze in an instant.

[You… you bastard…!]

Han Yu-sung reached him.
Il-dok stared at Han Yu-sung before him in shock.
Fast. Impossibly fast.
When? And how?
He tried to defend himself, but the spear lodged in his shoulder hindered him.

Crackle!

Then Han Yu-sung’s right fist erupted forward.
The Blood Soul Arena struck Il-dok’s heart with devastating force, and savage fangs tore into his head. The unleashed blood wind swept across his entire body.
Il-dok felt excruciating pain as he drew upon his venom.

‘At the very least, I’ll infuse him with lethal poison…!’

As Il-dok thought this, his vision tilted.
Only then did he realize—a blade wreathed in flames, fired at a moment he couldn’t even perceive, had severed his neck.
Il-dok’s head fell, his focus already lost.
His body followed suit.

[Il-dok, sir!]
[This is impossible…!]

The serpent-folk who witnessed the sequence of events were greatly alarmed.
Il-dok held the position of leadership among them. Despite possessing considerable strength, he had died without accomplishing anything.
The sight dealt them a severe blow.

[You have completed the Serpent Mark Quest.]
[You are awarded 600 Serpent Marks!]

Of course, Han Yu-sung paid it no mind.
He kicked Il-dok’s corpse aside and searched for the inner core he had dropped.

[Il-dok’s Inner Core (Unique).]
· The inner core of a serpent-folk who devolved into a monster. Potent and massive.
· Upon consumption, grants 30% resistance to poison for a set duration. Additionally slowly detoxifies accumulated poison in the body.
· However, severe side effects manifest once the effect expires.

Since he held a position of authority, the internal elixir’s effects were quite remarkable.
The severe side effects that would follow troubled me, but it seemed I could mitigate them by utilizing Star Store products.
Han Yu-sung lifted his head.

[A sharp hissing sound….]

The poison users were wary of Han Yu-sung.
Just moments before, they had attacked without fear, but their momentum had shattered the instant Il-dok fell.

[Kuhihi! This will make things much easier!]
“Shall we make a straight run to where the boss monster is?”

Han Yu-sung kicked off the ground.
There was no enemy left who could stand in his way.

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“Krraaaagh!”

A scream echoed through the vast corridor.
A player collapsed, his entire body grotesquely slashed. Around him lay other players, equally covered in wounds from blade strikes.
Among them were those counted as championship contenders.

“Oju… you bastard, you’re….”

Kim Jung-hwi, a player from Korea.
He writhed on the ground with his limbs severed, desperately trying to muster magical power, but his body had already reached its limit.
A sword dripping with blood was raised to Kim Jung-hwi’s throat.

“I had high expectations since you were called a championship contender, yet you’re merely this weak?”
“You insane murderer!”
“The promising talent from the nation that overcame the trial first, and yet….”

Kim Jung-hwi spat out his fury.
But Oju merely laughed mockingly in response.

“I think I understand why Korean players are so pathetically weak.”
“You bastard…!”

Shing!

The sword energy tore through Kim Jung-hwi’s neck.
And all the players who had been lying behind him as well.

[You have seized the emblems possessed by the players.]
[You have obtained 60 Snake Emblems.]

As emblems—I’d lost count of how many by now—flowed in, the players’ bodies transformed into light and vanished.

“Tsk. To think such a pathetic nation overcame the trial the fastest. They must have been fortunate. There’s no other explanation….”

Kim Jung-hwi’s actual combat ability was abysmal.
I felt ashamed of myself for harboring even a shred of anticipation.
It would have been more entertaining to cut down Felix Morgan instead.

‘Still, the masses will be pleased.’

Having brutally crushed one of Korea’s rising stars, the public would surely rejoice.
My scheme to shift public opinion by participating in this event was proving effective to some degree.
Oju shook the blood from his blade and turned away.

“Find the path.”
“Y-yes! Yes, of course! Understood!”

Behind him were players trembling with fear.
They were Rogue-class players—kept alive because they were useful for pathfinding.
They frantically began using every detection skill at their disposal to search for the way forward.

‘An annoyingly complex labyrinth.’

The routes through the ruin didn’t end with clearing a single labyrinth.
After conquering one maze, a new corridor appeared, and when players from different routes converged, they faced yet another labyrinth to overcome.
The only exception to this was Route 10.
But it hardly mattered.

‘There’s no need to rush anyway.’

Oju thought to himself.
The one to be wary of was Felix Morgan, another championship contender. Perhaps those two were already ahead of him.
But it didn’t matter. His own pace of advancement wasn’t slow either.
The gap couldn’t be that significant.

‘If someone hunts down the boss monster first, I’ll simply take it from them.’

Considering the environment of this place, the boss monster would also wield poison.
Those who use poison are troublesome and can’t be dealt with easily.
It would certainly take time, so I just need to exploit that.
Oju made his judgment and moved forward.
That judgment proved to be remarkably accurate.

[Someone has reached the Deep Layer of the ruin.]
[The ruin’s master is in combat.]

If only an unexpected turn of events hadn’t occurred.

“…What?”

For a moment, Oju doubted his own eyes.
It hadn’t been long since the dungeon conquest began.
Yet someone had already reached the Deep Layer?

“Just who in the world….”

Was such a thing even possible?
Oju felt a cold fury rising within him.
How dare someone reach the Deep Layer before him.
How dare someone attempt to steal my reward.

“Move. If you can’t find the way, I’ll cut you all down. Don’t forget that finding you on Earth is nothing to me.”
“Gah, hack…!”
“Ahhhhh! Yes, yes! It’s that way!”

Oju vented his fury by cutting down a player as he urged them forward.
The players ran without regard for their lives. Oju pursued them from behind, gripping his sword tightly as blood dripped from its blade.

‘Whoever it is, if I see them, I’ll sever their limbs.’

I cannot allow the boss monster to be stolen from me.
Oju wasn’t the only one thinking this way. The other championship contenders also saw the message and hastily began breaking through their routes.
And meanwhile.

[Haa… haa…]
[What in the world is…]

A space from which the entire Snake Ruin could be observed.
The Lords of the Stars gathered to watch this event stood speechless before the massive screen, witnessing the unfolding spectacle.

Crash!

[Kya-hak! Shhhhh…!]

The player wearing the black mask.
Han Yu-sung unleashing a relentless barrage of attacks upon the boss monster.
In a space drenched in deadly poison that would make most players struggle to maintain their composure, he fought as though the toxin didn’t concern him in the slightest.

[What exactly are we witnessing right now?]

One of the Lords muttered in disbelief.
There was no one who could answer that question.

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