The Returned Hunter Has Awakened to a Hidden Class - Chapter 79
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Chapter 79
Sloth (2)
“Name.”
“….”
“Name.”
“….”
“…Nickname?”
“….”
Was a name really that important?
Belphegor asked for Kim Jun’s name for a long time.
Several times, endlessly, persistently.
But Kim Jun naturally didn’t respond.
He kept his mouth shut and only swung his sword.
Clang-!
Belphegor’s dagger became faster.
Clang-clang-clang-clang-!
It became even faster.
Belphegor’s rage grew enormous, and his power became that much stronger.
His speed increased, his killing intent thickened, and his attack trajectories became increasingly unpredictable.
Crack-!
Space began to distort.
As if unable to handle Belphegor’s speed, space itself twisted.
Crack-crack-!
The atmosphere tore, cracks formed in space, and black gaps opened between those cracks.
And from those gaps.
Swish-swish-swish-swish-!
Assassins burst forth.
Hundreds of daggers that tore through space.
Unpredictable angles.
Invisible trajectories.
“What is your name!!!”
Along with a voice filled with rage.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-!
Attacks poured from all directions.
From above, below, the sides, behind.
From every direction, blades of death flew toward Kim Jun.
It was an attack that ordinary Hunters couldn’t possibly dodge, at speeds impossible to even see, and assassins that would cause fatal wounds with just a single hit.
However.
Whooom-!
Kim Jun’s sword rang out.
「Dragon Eater」 vibrated as if roaring.
And Kim Jun moved.
First.
Clang-!
He deflected the dagger flying from the front.
Sword and dagger clashed, sparks flew, and the dagger’s trajectory bent as it fell to the floor.
Second, third.
Clang-! Clang-!
He simultaneously deflected two daggers flying from the side.
With one sword, one trajectory, two blades simultaneously.
Fourth, fifth, sixth.
Clang-! Clang-! Clang-!
Daggers flying from above, below, and behind all fell to the floor.
Kim Jun’s sword moved like lightning, deflecting everything.
And it didn’t stop.
Seventh.
Eighth.
Tenth.
Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-!
Metallic sounds rang out continuously.
Like thunder falling in succession, like a storm raging, endlessly, without rest, ringing rhythmically.
Twentieth.
Thirtieth.
Fiftieth.
Kim Jun’s sword didn’t stop.
Each stroke was perfect, each movement was precise, and every motion was inevitable.
A sword dance.
It was like a dance of swords.
As if Valderion had possessed Kim Jun’s body.
The sword saint’s dance.
One hundredth.
Two hundredth.
Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-!
The metallic sounds became a single melody.
High and low notes mixed, fast and slow harmonized, creating a single symphony.
And finally.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-!
All the daggers fell to the floor.
Hundreds of daggers.
Not a single one missing.
All of them.
“…”
Belphegor stopped.
With an expression of disbelief.
Thousands of years.
No, it might have been even longer.
Even Belphegor himself couldn’t remember exactly how long it had been since he was dragged to this mysterious tower.
However, countless ages had passed, countless challengers had come, and countless corpses had piled up here.
Until now, this tower had been erected in countless places.
In some worlds it was built during the age of gods, in some worlds during the age of magic, and in some worlds during modern times like now.
But the result was always the same.
Among those who set foot in this place, none had survived.
Those called heroes, those blessed by gods, those called demon lords—all knelt before Belphegor, bowed their heads, and offered their lives.
Wherever this tower was erected, the maximum record for these underground floors was always the 24th Floor.
25th Floor.
Not a single person had ever reached this place where Belphegor stood guard.
To be precise, they came but all died.
Thousands of people.
Tens of thousands of people.
Perhaps hundreds of thousands of people.
They had all lost their lives to Belphegor’s dagger.
‘What is this?’
That’s why when Kim Jun first set foot here, Belphegor couldn’t hide his curiosity.
‘This is… human?’
It was definitely human in form.
It smelled human.
But the energy flowing within was not human.
Wooooooooooooong-!!
Demonic energy was flowing.
And it was very dense and powerful, the energy of a high-ranking demon.
A thick energy as if born a demon from birth.
Moreover, dragon energy was mixed in as well, and all of it was in perfect harmony.
‘Impossible.’
Belphegor thought.
It was possible for humans to accept demonic power.
Through contracts, through curses, or by forcibly stealing power.
But in most cases, they would go mad, become monsters, or lose their sense of self.
Because human vessels couldn’t handle demonic power.
Dragon power was even more so.
Dragon power was stronger, more massive, and harder to control than demonic power.
But that human.
‘It’s perfectly mixed.’
Demonic power, dragon power, and human power were all fused into one.
As if it had been that way from the beginning, naturally, without any resistance.
To Belphegor, he was an endlessly curious existence.
And afterwards.
When he thrust his dagger at the guy’s neck.
‘He definitely didn’t sense it.’
Belphegor was certain.
That he was the fastest.
That in thousands of years, he had never lost in speed even once.
That there was no being faster than him in this world.
It was natural.
Belphegor, the demon of sloth, moved quickly to enjoy laziness, finished quickly, and in that process pushed speed to its limits.
Speed faster than light, faster than sound, faster than thought.
Even such Belphegor.
Completely failed to notice that Kim Jun’s greatsword was pointing at his neck.
‘How?’
When Belphegor moved.
Kim Jun had already placed his sword there.
When Belphegor arrived.
The sword tip was already touching his neck.
‘He read it?’
Impossible.
Belphegor’s movements were not at a level that could be read.
Moreover, Belphegor’s movements had no pattern, no rules, and were completely impromptu and instinctive.
Yet that human read them.
Precisely.
Perfectly.
“Hmm.”
When the human made a smiling expression, only then did he realize.
That the guy’s greatsword had reached his neck.
That he had almost been defeated.
That he had almost died.
‘Interesting.’
The corners of Belphegor’s mouth rose.
‘Amusing.’
It had been thousands of years.
Since his heart had beaten like this.
Since his blood vessels had boiled like this.
Since his entire body had trembled like this.
‘This feeling is.’
Belphegor thought.
‘Fear?’
No.
It wasn’t fear.
Something more intense than fear.
Something sweeter than fear.
‘It’s anticipation.’
Yes.
It was anticipation.
Perhaps that human might.
Dare to give him.
For the first time.
A taste of defeat.
That anticipation.
That’s why he couldn’t help but ask.
“Your name!!”
Belphegor shouted.
“What is your name!!”
He wanted to know.
The name of the one who would make him draw out his full power.
The name of the one who had given him the forgotten emotions of fear and anticipation.
“My name is Belphegor.”
Kwarrrrrrrung-!
The palace trembled.
Belphegor’s voice echoed.
A deep, heavy, massive voice filled the entire space.
“I occupy one of the Seven Thrones of Hell.”
Kwaaaaaang-!
The floor cracked.
Fissures spread in all directions.
“I am the Lord of Sloth, the Ruler of Rest, and the Avatar of Laziness.”
Wooooooong-!
The air vibrated.
Belphegor’s energy explosively poured out.
Black energy and purple energy swirled, covering the palace.
“Commanding six thousand six hundred sixty-six legions.”
Crash crash crash crash-!
Stone fragments fell from the ceiling.
“For eons, I have corrupted countless souls with sloth.”
Belphegor spread his arms wide.
“Human.”
His eyes gleamed.
“State your name. You who dare stand before this Belphegor.”
Rumble rumble rumble-!
The entire palace shook.
“Do so, and I shall take your life with my full power.”
Before him, a human stood.
“Kim Jun.”
Kim Jun opened his mouth.
For the first time.
“My name is Kim Jun.”
A moment of silence.
“And.”
Kim Jun raised his sword.
“I am human.”
In that instant.
Whoooooosh-!
Belphegor moved.
No.
Even saying he moved was insufficient.
He existed.
Over there.
Beside that.
Right here.
Boom-!
The air exploded.
A shockwave burst from where Belphegor had been.
The sonic boom created when breaking the sound barrier spread in all directions, striking the palace walls.
Crash crash crash crash-!
The walls cracked.
And beside Kim Jun.
Bang-!
Another explosion.
Belphegor had arrived.
No, he had already existed there and passed through.
The air rippled.
Like transparent waves spreading, the atmosphere itself undulated and swayed following Belphegor’s movement.
Light refracted, space warped, and reality twisted.
Bang bang bang bang-!
Continuous explosions.
Every time Belphegor moved, sonic booms erupted.
Once, twice, three times, ten times, a hundred times, the explosive sounds echoed endlessly.
In front of Kim Jun.
Behind.
Above.
Below.
Left.
Right.
From all directions simultaneously.
Belphegor was there.
No, he appeared to be there.
Afterimages.
Dozens of afterimages surrounded Kim Jun.
They all looked real, were all moving, and were all preparing to attack.
Whoosh-!
The air tore apart.
Every time Belphegor moved, the atmosphere split.
Clear lines were drawn in the air as if cut by a blade, creating vacuums along those lines, and as the vacuums refilled, explosive sounds rang out.
Boom boom boom boom-!
Continuing explosions.
Continuing shockwaves.
Continuing distortions.
‘Fast.’
Kim Jun thought.
‘Too fast.’
His eyes couldn’t follow.
No, seeing with his eyes was meaningless in itself.
What he could see had already passed, what had passed was already the past, and chasing the past meant death.
Whoooosh-!
Another explosion.
This time right beside Kim Jun.
Belphegor’s dagger grazed Kim Jun’s neck.
Just grazing it tore the skin and blood spurted.
Bang-!
Belphegor vanished.
Appeared again.
On the opposite side.
Bang bang-!
Vanished again.
Appeared again.
Above.
Bang bang bang-!
Vanishing.
Appearing.
Vanishing.
Appearing.
Endlessly.
Without rest.
‘This is.’
Kim Jun’s eyes narrowed.
‘Not teleportation.’
He was actually moving.
Just so fast that it only appeared like teleportation.
Crash crash crash crash crash-!
Continuous explosions shook the palace.
Walls collapsed.
The ceiling cracked.
The floor caved in.
The traces left behind every time Belphegor moved.
That alone was enough to bring down the palace.
And finally.
Paaaaaaaang-!
The greatest explosion.
Belphegor stood directly in front of Kim Jun.
No.
He wasn’t standing.
He was already moving.
The dagger flew toward Kim Jun’s heart.
Faster than light, faster than sound, faster than thought.
An unavoidable speed.
An unstoppable speed.
The speed of death.
“Take this, Human!!”
Belphegor shouted.
“This is the true speed of Belphegor, the King of Sloth!!”
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