The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 65

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 65

Towers.
When God’s Trial began and the Lords of the Stars appeared, these structures sprouted across the world.
No one knows why these Towers emerged or what purpose they serve.
Yet one thing remains certain.

“Conquer a Tower, and you gain power.”

Just as Han Yu-sung conquered the Tutorial Tower and obtained the Blessing of the Tutorial, clearing a Tower granted blessings similar to those bestowed by the Lords themselves.
Sometimes, even better blessings than those directly given by a Lord.

[Congratulations, Player Han Yu-sung.]
[You have achieved the highest performance in God’s Trial and discovered and completed an Epic Quest that no one else found.]
[As your reward, a Tower shall be opened in South Korea!]
[You are given the opportunity to choose the Tower’s theme!]

That Tower would now open in South Korea.
And its contents would be exactly as I desired.

‘An absurd benefit indeed.’

Towers opening as trial rewards was hardly surprising.
I had witnessed it countless times in my past life.
Nations achieving the highest performance in trials were always granted such privileges.
What truly astonished me was the ability to choose its contents.

[Please state the Tower’s theme you desire!]
[A Tower matching that theme shall be opened in South Korea.]

What Tower did I want?
In other words, what Tower suited my tastes?
There was nothing to deliberate, nothing to reconsider.

“A Tower where I can face formidable opponents.”

It was the Tower of Blood Demon—the one Han Yu-sung most enjoyed and preferred.
It was also the most effective way to fully leverage the benefits of Incarnation.
The message responded to his desire.

[In three days, the Tower of Blood Demon will open in South Korea.]
[You may challenge this Tower before anyone else.]
[Challenge the Tower and climb to its summit.]

The Tower of Blood Demon.
I couldn’t yet know its exact nature.
But if it had been created according to my wishes, wouldn’t it be a Tower where I could ascend by fighting and defeating powerful enemies?

“I despise exploration-type challenges.”

I hated Towers filled with traps or those requiring special gimmicks.
A Tower where I could ascend through combat suited my nature best.

“Kakasha. The benefits you received as well….”
[Heh, hehehehe. Coins, 600,000. Kuhuhuhuh….]
“You’ve lost it. We should discuss this later.”

Hearing Kakasha’s voice, I let out a sigh.
When a Contractor performs brilliantly in God’s Trial, the Lord they contracted with receives substantial benefits.
Coins were one such benefit, and my divine protection had been strengthened as well.
I had intended to check the special options that were supposedly granted, but…

‘Well, there’s no rush.’

Letting Kakasha revel in joy didn’t seem like a bad idea.
After bathing at home, I stood before the window, running my fingers through my damp hair.
The view outside showed the sunset painting the sky.

“Things are about to get noisy from here on out.”

I had revealed my existence during this trial.
There were reasons. First, I had accumulated enough power to defend myself.
Second, concealing my identity would become impossible from now on.
How could I hide when my name was plastered all over the rankings?
And above all else….

‘The more I think about what comes next, the less I can afford to hide.’

The National Championship would unfold in the not-too-distant future.
Once I participated, my identity would inevitably be exposed.
Until then, there was no real reason or benefit to forcibly conceal who I was.

‘The masked player’s true identity will be revealed eventually anyway.’

There would be those who deduced my nature from the skills Han Yu-sung wielded.
Still, it would take some time. I could use that to my advantage.
The Tower of Blood Demon that would appear this time would prove invaluable.
But before that, I needed to prepare for what was about to unfold.

“Vultures will circle from every direction….”

I had already experienced this in my past life.
When an unknown player suddenly rose to prominence, especially after achieving great feats in a Trial and earning renown, what happened?
Recruitment offers poured in from everywhere.
Countless Guilds, even nations themselves, extended proposals.

‘Players can change their nationality.’

The world had transformed since the Trials appeared.
A strong, talented player was itself a weapon and a measure of national power.
Just as Han Yu-sung had brought the Tower of Blood Demon to Korea, players who achieved great success in the Trials benefited their home nations.
Not to mention the rewards that went to the victors of the National Championship.
Thus, nations across the world were desperate to gather players.

‘Once some time passes, naturalization offers will flood in.’

In truth, mere proposals were the gentler approach.
Some resorted to coercive methods—kidnapping, blackmail, and worse.
The Lords of the Stars and Guilds were no different.

‘Those with common sense wouldn’t go that far.’

But there were those without it, and that was the problem.
Especially in a situation like now, with Han Yu-sung’s sudden emergence.
The chaos would attract those seeking to exploit this opportunity.

“Well, for now I should just observe the situation.”

Han Yu-sung let out a long yawn.
There were many ways to handle this. And sometimes, instead of complicated methods, simple and crude ‘violence’ became the solution.
Just as he had done in his past life.

‘The dead Wei Hao—it seems like they’ll do something on their end.’

Whether they would come first, or someone from the Player Alliance would arrive first.
Either way, I’d know once I observed.
Han Yu-sung closed the window.
Thinking about what would unfold next, now was the time to rest.

[Hehehehe… coins… coooins…]
“It’s reassuring to have such a dependable lord.”

Han Yu-sung sighed and closed his eyes.

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[Dragon’s Tomb has reverted to nothingness.]
[You have successfully overcome God’s Trial.]
[The victorious faction in this trial is the Guardians. Those Guardians who have met the conditions gain another chance to live.]
[Surviving Guardians: 205,388.]
[Surviving Destroyers: 44,051.]

God’s Trial, Dragon’s Tomb, ended faster than scheduled.
It was supposed to last a full day, yet it concluded in just over twelve hours.
And one by one, the survivors returned to Earth.

“What’s with those people… why do they look like that?”
“They came back alive, but they all have vacant expressions.”
“Was the trial really that grueling?”

But something seemed off about the survivors’ appearance.
Every single one wore a vacant, hollow expression.
The players from the Destroyer Faction looked as though they’d seen ghosts.
Those from the Guardian Faction were no different.
All of them wore expressions as if entranced by something.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen? Explain yourself!”
“Are you alright? If you’re injured anywhere….”

People approached the player who had participated in the trial.
The player stared blankly at those approaching him before suddenly speaking.

“Han Yu-sung.”
“What? What are you suddenly talking about?”
“Get a grip. Han, um, I can’t even pronounce it.”

The name of someone they didn’t even know.
Not just him—all the other players spoke that same name.
The Western players were bewildered by the sudden emergence of this name.
Han Yu-sung—was it an Eastern name?
But why all of a sudden?
The reason became clear soon enough.

[The player who made the greatest contribution in this trial and opened an Epic Quest shall receive special benefits, along with their nation.]
[Congratulations, South Korea!]
[In three days, the Tower of Blood Demon will open!]

Messages suddenly appeared before everyone’s eyes.
People were greatly shocked by the unexpected announcement.
Among them, those with keen perception quickly grasped what had transpired.
And not long after, the events that had unfolded in the trial became known to the world.

‘An unknown, nameless player swept through God’s Trial!’
‘Wei Hao, Suzuki Haruto and Inoue Seigo, and Ludwig—rising players from each nation—he killed them all alone. He defeated the divine beings by himself!’
‘Moreover, he discovered an Epic Quest during the trial!’
‘He made a contract with a special dragon soul called the Dragon Lord…?’

The reactions of those who heard the testimonies of the participants were identical.

“You’re asking me to believe that now?”

There was no other choice.
If he were an already-famous player, it would be one thing, but an unknown player appearing like a comet and sweeping through the trial? That was unthinkable.
God’s Trial was not something to be taken lightly.
This trial alone had claimed hundreds of thousands of lives.
Yet he had resolved it all by himself, without any backing or faction.

“…We’ll need information first.”
“Han Yu-sung, find out who that Oriental is. Regardless of what it takes, gathering intelligence is the priority.”
“Bring the Korean bastard who killed Wei Hao before me! Now! Throw money at the Korean hunting dogs, do whatever it takes!”
“This is giving me a headache. Suzuki Haruto and Inoue Seigo….”

Nations and Guilds alike.
All began searching for Han Yu-sung with their own ulterior motives.
Naturally, the news spread to the media in no time.

[Player Han Yu-sung.]
[Literally a comet that appeared from South Korea.]
[What exactly is the ‘Epic Quest’ that Han Yu-sung unlocked?]
[Let us investigate the entity known as ‘Dragon Lord’ that he contracted with.]

As if on cue, articles flooded every mass media outlet.
All of them were about Han Yu-sung.

[What exactly happened in Dragon’s Tomb?]
[‘Shock, terror, and surrender.’ An interview with the Destroyers who were Han Yu-sung’s enemies, revealing what transpired in that final battle.]
[Lee Sung-ah, ‘The Destroyer rankers were hunted like livestock.’]
[Leo Edelman, ‘We did nothing. That man ended everything alone. The trial, the Epic Quest—all of it.’]

The flood of articles was no different overseas.
Media from each nation contacted the trial’s survivors, particularly the rankers, to secure interviews about Han Yu-sung.
The content revealed in those interviews was nothing short of astonishing.
Even the journalists conducting the interviews could not hide their skepticism.
And so the cascade of articles eventually converged on a single conclusion.

[Han Yu-sung—who exactly is he?]
[Why did the Korean Player Alliance fail to identify him?]
[The Alliance’s incompetence….]

Questions about the player Han Yu-sung.
And criticism directed at the Alliance for failing to identify him.

“….”

A skyscraper erected in Seoul.
At the highest floor of the Korean Player Alliance, Jain was reading articles. There was no need to guess who they were about.
Of course, they were all about Han Yu-sung.
Bewilderment was etched across Jain’s face as she read.

“Listen, Park Yu-ha.”
“Yes, Alliance Leader.”

Was it because of the articles criticizing the Alliance?
No. She was accustomed to such things.
There were unfair aspects to it, but it was undeniable nonetheless. The fact remained that we failed to find him.
But what truly perplexed her now was something else entirely.

“…Didn’t you say he was a Swordsman?”
“Yes. I too was certain of it and searched accordingly.”

That was precisely what troubled Jain.
She had been certain that the same player who cleared Dragon’s Tomb and the previous trial, the Hunt of the Night, was responsible for this as well.

“According to the articles, he uses swordsmanship, martial arts, and even magic. Did we ever call such a being a Swordsman?”
“…He is far removed from a typical Swordsman.”
“Indeed. There’s no way such a Swordsman could be ordinary….”

Even Jain and Park Yu-ha, with all their experience, had never encountered such a case.
What that meant was simple.

“A Hidden Class, or an exceptionally unique innate ability.”

Then everything made sense.
Jain leaned back in her chair, fingers interlaced behind her neck.
Then she let out a rueful laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“I was completely off the mark.”
“…Indeed.”

What exactly had I been chasing all this time?
The futility of my past—hunting down every swordsman among the newcomers—crashed down upon me.
I had squandered time in the most meaningless way possible.
Jain exhaled deeply and shook her head.

“No, what’s done is done. Regardless, let’s move forward.”

Jain gestured to Park Yu-ha.
He opened the door as if he’d been waiting for the signal, and someone entered.

“Let’s hear the details from our warrior who participated in the trial.”

Lee Sung-ah, a Destroyer.
She shrank back under Jain’s predatory gaze.

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