Chapter 45: Turns Out To Be a Genius Duelist Chapter 45
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Thousands of blood droplets merged into one and flooded into Yoon-seok. At the same time, the red energy that was slowly fading and scattered around like a fog turned a vivid maroon.
Fully loaded and overflowing with Bloodseekerâs Energy, he was wholly filled with a huge sense of satisfaction. Yoon-seok couldnât control his laughter as it leaked out. And his appearanceâŚ
He looked like a demon ascending from hell. It was enough to drain all the fighting spirits from his opponents.
âM-monsterâŚâ
âI have to runâŚâ
ââŚI donât want to die!â
Those who had previously calmly continued the battle despite their losses began to step back in fear. All except for one man, Eld Carta, the leader of the Sixth Floor Plaza Union. He shouted at his men, who had lost their will to fight.
âYouâre bound to a contract, so donât run away!â
What does he mean donât run? Originally, such orders wouldnât work even with considerable leadership. But did all the elites sign contracts with him separately? The bodies of those who had been stepping back secretly stiffened in response to Cartaâs cry.
âCarta, what the hell was thatâŚ!â âPlease, send retreat ordersâŚ!â
His men begged and pleaded. But Carta didnât even pretend to hear them. On the contrary, he barked more orders.
âFight! If you die, die by his hand! â
As if a testament of the contractâs grasp, the allies who heard the order immediately began to pounce onto Yoon-seok like moths to a flame.
âFuck it!â
âWhy the hell would you order that? Mr. Carta, Mr. Carta!â
âCarta, you son of a bitch!â
They were all crying. Some even closed their eyes. However, Yoon-seok didnât go easy on them. He set out in one direction while slicing those that came crashing like waves into him.
âFucking trashâŚâ
Did he already detect his utter defeat on the battlefield? Carta was running away without even looking back after ordering his men to commit suicide. It seemed like he had figured that the scope of Lady Commandment wasnât infinite, so he sacrificed his subordinates to buy him the time needed to shift dimension outside of the scope.
Yoon-seok didnât intend to stand around and watch. In addition to being the main culprit of all this, he had a gut feeling that he would deeply regret it if he let him escape out of here alive. ButâŚ
He could barely get to him because of the moths jumping to their death around him. Yoon-seok expanded the scope of the Lady Commandment to the maximum. The amount of energy needed wasnât enough, but that wasnât a big problem.
Burnout and replenishment. He could just do those two at the same time.
Whooshhhhhhhhh!
Sqwelppp! Bangggggg!
Every time Yoon-seok swung his sword, bodies broke and fractured into pieces. But the blood didnât reach the ground. As soon as his sword cut through flesh, the splattered blood floated in the air and permeated into his body. Suddenly, when he turned back to check his distance with Yoon-seok, Cartaâs face turned white.
âHow is this a 6th-floor challenger? What kind of crazy monsterâŚ?!â
False God. Yoon-seok was like a False God who emerged to drag them back to hell and step on his subordinates. Despite all he did, the distance hadnât narrowed at all.
âDamn it! How long will it take to get out of range?â
Carta ran for his life. But a human could never surpass a false god.
Schloook!
When he came to his senses, his vision was tilted sideways.
Huh? Seeing the ground approaching him, Carta belatedly realized that his legs had been cut off.
Thump.
Rolling on the ground, Carta resented heaven. Exactly ten days. Ten more days and he wouldâve fulfilled the 1,000-member contract, which was his desire. If heâd succeeded, he couldâve used the power of Spirit Absorption purchased from his contracted admin and how he mightâve been quite the opponent against this monstrous fellow.
Thud, thud.
Perhaps because he knew he couldnât run anymore, that jerk of a monster strode slowly toward him.
âStop him, you useless bastards!â
He shouted, but it was no use. There were still a few men who survived, but they couldnât move due to similar circumstances. Only then did Carta realize today was his last day. He shouldnât be thinking right now, but it suddenly occurred to him.
âWhat did I do todayâŚ?â
It was the same as usual. He woke up in the morning, drank tea, and went for a walk. Then, he tortured a duel challenger he met and spent his boring day to the fullest. He looked forward to the upcoming future, thinking it would come soon. He never thought this would happen in just a few hours.
It wasnât realistic. It felt like he was dreaming. But it was wishful thinking. It couldnât have been a dream. Thatâs why it was unfair.
âWhy! Why! Fuck! Why!!! Why are you doing this to me?â
It was like a three-year-old child throwing a tantrum. Looking at Carta, who still couldnât accept his death, Yoon-seok replies tersely.
âThe world is better off without people like you.â
ââŚThatâs it?â
Carta didnât know Yoon-seok. Thatâs why he couldnât understand it at all. If it was related to the power or desire of the contracted admin, he mightâve accepted his death, saying, âI was unlucky.â ButâŚ
âPfft! Puhahahahaha! Hahahaha!â
Carta laughed out loud. He never expected to spend the end of his life on a deathbed, but he couldnât believe he was dying at the hands of a crazy bastard posing as a hero. He couldnât hold back his laughter.
âDo you even know how many people youâve killed today?â
Even when asked by Carta, Yoon-seok didnât budge. But he just replied with the same answer from earlier.
âThose who should die died, those who should live are still alive. Thatâs all.â
âHa! Says who? Are you saying youâre from heaven?â
As if heâd already abandoned all hope, Carta laughed at Yoon-seok. But it was the same for Yoon-seok.
He asked back with a laugh.
âAre guys like you scared of heaven?â
âNo way.â
Yoon-seok smirked at Cartaâs immediate answer. He knew heâd answer that. These people knew better than anyone else; the sky was the sky, and it did nothing. Thatâs why he could live happily on despite his crimes.
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Thwump!
As long as the goals were clear, it was pointless to get into an argument.
ăA great evil has been judged.ă
ăNew features will be added to the Sun Monarchâs Judgment Sword features.ă
ăFor defeating evil, divine attributes are given.ă
When the sword was inserted in the center of Cartaâs forehead, Yoon-seok turned away and casually scanned the pop-up. The place was full of corpses. He didnât turn his eyes away from what he had done; he just stood there and watched.
ââŚâ
Yoon-seok, standing there for a long moment, finally raised his head. The sky in the plaza was as blue as that in the arena. It was so clear, unlike the ground, where all sorts of dirty things were scattered.
Yoon-seok finally looked at Cartaâs body. He wasnât afraid of the sky at the moment of his death. Perhaps there were plenty of people like him in the world, but they also had to be afraid of the future of Yoon-seok, not the sky.
After the battle had ended, the crowd came out of the buildings. Jang-Il took the lead, several duel challengers following closely behind him.
Was it over? Were they free now? Everyone still looked like they didnât believe it. Wearing those expressions, everyone tried to read Yoon-seok. It seemed like heâd saved them but looking at his powers and all the things that had happened; they were a little unsure on how to react and what they should do next.
Now that Carta was dead and the contract went, they wondered if they should move back to the dimension and return to the trials. It was written on their faces. All except for one person.
âThank you. Thank you very much.â
Jang-Il stood in front of Yoon Seok and suddenly knelt. He was weeping as if he were welcoming God, to the point that reverence could be felt. Why did that remind him of Elleâs power, Leader of the Light, which grew stronger as the follower forces grew?
Yoon-seok changed the subject as he stood up, unable to handle his gaze.
âWhere are the remaining allies?â
The judgment wasnât concluded yet. The woman from earlier didnât mention it. The six-story plaza had about a thousand people in the building, so at least four or five hundred people remained. But Jang-Il said that with the ongoing commotion, everyone would have fled already.
âThe future wonât be much different when they choose to stay in the plaza as underdogs.â
They couldnât come back to the plaza lest they become the targets of determined duel challengers. There was only one option left for them: to go through the trials and into the upper floors. However, it would be very difficult for them, who had immersed themselves in pleasure for three months, to adapt again.
It was too bad that he couldnât finish it, but Yoon-seok decided to be satisfied with this.
âDo you mind if I ask you about your plans?â
Jang-Il carefully asked about Yoon-seokâs future. Yoon-seok could hear the worry in his voice as if he were about to become the second Carta. So he told him that he would now go back and ascend the floor again, so he didnât have to worry.
âOn the contrary, I wonder what the rest of you will do.â
Yoon-seok glanced over the survivors. They were originally challengers from the Arena. Some of them came here to escape from the trials, while others came to take a breather, but they all ended up becoming slaves. What did they plan to do next?
Should they move on? Or do they choose to settle down here again like their allies? Yoon-seok was curious about their choice. But Jang-Il looked at him instead.
âWhat do you want us to do?â
Yoon-seok was dumbfounded. Had their lifestyle of slavery seeped into their bones? Why would they ask him?
Yoon-seok replied reluctantly because their eyes were sparkling with expectations. Although technically, it wasnât the right answer.
âDo whatever you want. Those who want to stay can stay, and those who want to leave can leave.â
However, he asked the challengers who wish to remain not to suppress or form anything like the union to compensate for the past humiliation. In addition, for those who want to rest, he hoped that they could relax, and for those who want to go up, he wanted to help as much as he could. That was what the plaza purpose was supposed to be.
There was no such thing as a grand belief motivating him; he simply wanted the sixth-floor plaza to function properly. Jang-Il nodded deeply after listening to Yoon-seokâs wish.
âOkay, Iâll stay here and change the plaza on the sixth floor, as you said.â
He looked like a man on a mission. Yoon-seok wanted to say something, but he held it in. Ultimately, he thought it would be a good thing for the plaza.
Soon after, Yoon-seok asked the surviving allies who didnât have a judgment mark for information on other trials and then left the plaza after telling Jang-Il that he would leave them to handle things.