The Martial God who Regressed Back to Level 2 Novel

Chapter 125

"Why do you insist on risking your life? Think about it."

Dong Bangsak replied with a face that showed he didn't understand.

"Look over there. Countless ruins scattered in the sky. Those are all traces of the defeated seats of the gods. The seats that boasted their own strength as the owners of the stars were all suppressed by the gods."

"Ah, I see."

"...But even if you gain power, can you defeat the gods? It's impossible. If you waste the power of your soul for no reason, you'll end up like them."

Dong Bangsak's words were sincere.

A wandering god who hunts the seats.

How could a mere human defeat him?

"Are you someone who is willing to endure all this, even if it means gaining power?"

"Not exactly."

Power of the soul.

It was an enticing ability.

But as Dong Bangsak said, she had no intention of antagonizing the gods, who were beings that couldn't be defeated.

Sung JiHan's goal was not the completion of power, but to prevent the destruction of humanity by keeping Earth in the Space League.

"Then why would you choose the difficult path when there is an easier one?"

"It's not that. It's just..."

Sung JiHan looked around.

"Contrary to what you said, the owner of this star doesn't think that way."

"What...? What does that mean? I clearly heard from the gods..."

"This place, you said it was full of them, right?"

"That's right."

"Isn't this star created by the gods themselves with their own souls?"

Dong Bangsak looked at Sung JiHan with a surprised expression and slowly nodded.

"...That's also true."

A star that originally didn't exist in space, Tuseong.

What artificially created it was the soul of the gods.

Considering that Sung JiHan's range of influence was only 20cm, it was clear how powerful the gods' power was.

"How did you know that?"

"I just knew. When the areas of our souls overlapped, I had a feeling."

Looking at Sung JiHan, who answered so easily, Dong Bangsak stroked his beard.

"Just knew... Haha. As a god, I envy those words. That sense... It's truly innate. Something that can't be achieved through effort."

When did he feel that sharp difference?

Dong Bangsak's voice revealed a genuine sense of envy.

"And in the overlapping areas of our souls, I heard the will of the gods."

When Dong Bangsak presented the choices.

At the same time, Sung JiHan also heard the will of the gods through her soul.

"If you want to defeat me, I will gladly wait for you."

Contrary to Dong Bangsak's words, the gods actually wanted Sung JiHan to possess a soul.

And if she were to give up her soul and choose the essence of the seat...

"If you want to live, you will forever be my servant."

He told her that she would be bound to him.

"It seems that I will become his eternal servant if I accept your proposal. Just like you."

At those words, Dong Bangsak paused for a moment, his hand that was stroking his beard stopped.

Sung JiHan let out a sigh...

He adjusted his beard once again.

"It's not a bad idea to live as a servant. If the master is a god."

"I don't necessarily want a life of eternal servitude."

"'Eternity' is what matters. Immortality is something that anyone with life desires. I don't think those who haven't lived long, even if they become immortal, will ultimately be happy."

"..."

"You'll understand once you've lived. How happy eternal life is."

"Before becoming a servant of a god, weren't you already immortal?"

Samcheonggakbok Dongbangsak.

He didn't live as an immortal from the beginning.

Did he become a servant of a god and gain infinite lifespan?

In response to Sung JiHan's question, Dongbangsak nodded.

"That's right. The level of my martial arts originally suppressed aging, but it wasn't complete immortality."

"But how did you meet a god?"

"You seem quite curious."

Snap.

Dongbangsak snapped one of his beard hairs.

Smoke rose from the snapped hair, transforming into the shape of a sword.

"If you become my successor, I'll answer your questions then."

"That's unlikely to happen."

"No, you seem suitable as my successor. I can't just watch you die."

Shooooo-

A blade emerged from Dongbangsak's sword.

It soon formed the pattern of the Taegeuk.

"That is..."

"The god gives quite a lot of vacations. During my most recent vacation, when I went to my hometown, I found pleasure in drawing patterns on the back mountain."

"Drawing patterns?"

The Taegeuk drawn by the sword.

The intricate movement where white and black intertwine.

Dongbangsak simply called it drawing patterns.

"That's right. But because the children who showed interest in these patterns kept asking to become my disciples, I played a little game of generals with them."

"A game of generals..."

Seeing the movement of the Taegeuk, a name suddenly came to Sung JiHan's mind and he asked.

"Was your name Jang Sambong back then?"

"Oh. How did you know?"

"The place where the game of generals took place was Mudang Mountain, right?"

"That's right. Since our cultural spheres overlap, it's easier to have a conversation. I'd like to make you my successor even more."

Dongbangsak looked at Sung JiHan with sparkling eyes.

"Here. This is a small skill I developed while resting back then."

He slowly began to rotate the Taegeuk.

"If you can't overcome this, challenging the god is out of the question."

The rotating circle.

At the same time, the pressure on Sung JiHan intensified.

The sword with Dongbangsak's Taegeuk unfolded.

It was at the pinnacle of skill, far from being called a small skill.

But...

Buzzzz-

[Send it.]

As the voice of the absolute being resounded, shaking the ground, the movement of the Taegeuk abruptly stopped.

Dongbangsak knelt down, placing his sword on the ground, and bowed while looking up at the sky.

"I will accept the name. Oh, Lord."

The appearance of Dongbangsak, who used to show the absolute warrior's figure while presenting the Taegeuk sword, had disappeared, and now he showed a humble appearance, bowing like a servant.

"To see someone as powerful as Jang Sam-bong acting like this makes me want to become even more of a servant."

"Jang Sam-bong? What kind of rank is that? Last time, you were called Cheonma."

"......"

Sung JiHan was speechless.

It wasn't just a saying that he had surpassed the top masters of the martial arts world and the highest master of the Ma sect all by himself.

"Anyway, it's a shame."

Dongbangsak said that and waved his left hand.

At the same time as the cloth shook violently, Sung JiHan's world split apart.

And the space of the Black Space that had originally sent him here was revealed.

"If you change your mind, you can tell me anytime."

"I will keep your favor in mind."

Sung JiHan replied with a dry tone to Dongbangsak, who was full of regret, and moved his steps.

[Returning to the original world.]

Soon, a system message appeared.

* * *

Yoon Sae-a paced anxiously outside the training room.

"Oh... What should I do?"

Sung JiHan, who had said he would finish training soon, had already been in there for two days and still showed no sign of coming out even though the test time had passed.

The vehicle sent by the management office had been waiting in the Sword Palace's underground parking lot for an hour already.

And there was only 30 minutes left until the test time with the national representative, Warrior Jin.

"Uh... What should I do? I can't go into the training room because it's an important training. Should I just give up on the test?"

The national representative test wasn't more important than training, but...

For the past few days, Yoon Sae-a had been worried about Sung JiHan's actions.

"Uncle said he could beat even the national representative with ease. He even agreed to a live broadcast..."

And now, all of a sudden, he couldn't come out because of training?

No matter how popular Sung JiHan was, he could still be subject to public ridicule and criticism.

"Samchoon..."

Yoon Sae-a called out to Sung JiHan in a small voice outside the training room, but since he wasn't inside, there was no way he could hear her.

She could only wait with an anxious heart, pacing back and forth.

Buzz...

Yoon Sae-a's phone vibrated.

"Yoon Sae-a. Hasn't Sung JiHan come out yet?"

"Uh, well..."

"Well... There's less than 15 minutes left... If it's like this, wouldn't it be better to just cancel the match today?"

Manager Park Yoon-sik, who was waiting below, asked cautiously.

It would be better to cancel the broadcast now rather than having it interrupted by Sung JiHan not showing up in the middle of the live broadcast.

"If you come out now and get in the car, you might be a little late... And your condition might not be good for the match... It would be better to reschedule the match for another day..."

"Uh, that's true... Then..."

Just when Yoon Sae-a was about to think that she had to postpone it.

Clank...

The door of the training room opened.

"Sae-a, can you switch with me?"

"U-Uncle!"

As soon as he returned to Earth, Sung JiHan heard the conversation between Yoon Sae-a and Manager Park.

"If Dongbangsak had not been so sluggish, he would have had the leisure."

Thinking about Dongbangsak, who was eager to take over Sung JiHan as his successor, he made a bored expression.

If he wasn't a martial artist, today's test would have been a close fight.

"If the traffic is heavy, I'll go on my own. Please go slowly to the management office."

"Oh... It's okay! I can still make it in time."

"No. Running is faster."

Sung JiHan said that and headed towards the window.

"Uncle?! Where are you going?"

"I'm going the closest route."

"...Excuse me. Is this not a game?"

Looking at Sung JiHan, who opened the window wide, Yoon SaeA muttered in disbelief.

"SaeA, you can ride with the manager."

Sung JiHan waved his hand and jumped out of the window.

"Uncle-!"

Mumyeongshingong

Bobupbop

Seomcheonroebob

Yoon SaeA also ran out of the window for a moment.

Leaving behind a white smoke, Sung JiHan was already flying far away.

"Ugh... Seriously."

Yoon SaeA couldn't help but twitch her eyebrows as she watched Sung JiHan disappear like a dot.

"Huh?"

It seems much faster than when we played the game together last time.

Even though players are restricted by their abilities in reality.

How can he go faster in the game than in real life?

"...Is it because he's running at full speed?"

* * *

As soon as Yoon SaeA boarded Park YoonSik's car, she manipulated the car's panel and turned on the TV.

"Oh. Sung JiHan is going to be late..."

"The other players have been waiting for an hour already."

"He said he's a little late because the training he did two days ago didn't finish."

"But still. Even if training is important, shouldn't people keep their appointments? Especially the national team players who are seniors to Sung JiHan. Isn't this just bad manners..."

In the live broadcast, one commentator was criticizing Sung JiHan for a long time.

Yoon SaeA pursed her lips.

"They're already broadcasting even though it's not the agreed time."

"Maybe, although it's not likely... But now that he's actually going to take the test, he might feel pressured."

"Ah, that can't be true."

"Even if the player is in a hurry to train, it's not common to train in a closed room, right?"

"Well, in those cases... they're almost nonexistent."

Yoon SaeA exploded with anger as she watched the broadcast.

One commentator, who had become an enemy, was criticizing Sung JiHan while spitting out saliva.

"This is too much, really. Did he lose to his enemy?"

"He's a commentator who is famous for being close to Kim DongWoo. Maybe that's why."

"Oh... really?"

Shouldn't biased commentators not be allowed to broadcast?

While Yoon SaeA was thinking that.

"What?! Sung JiHan has arrived!"

"Is that so? I heard the car hasn't left yet?"

"...He flew here?"

The surprised voice of the commentators spread.