<The Demon Lord of the Swordsmanship Family Chapter 147>
You can become a superhuman!
Incredible as it may seem, people from across Japan were heading to Tokyo.
Tokyo was crowded with people.
Not only were accommodations fully booked, but the streets were also packed, making it almost impossible for vehicles to move.
And to these people, the Archangel said.
Truly, a ‘miracle’ was unfolding.
“I, the Archangel, shall save you.”
Thousands, tens of thousands of superhumans appeared every day.
Though Park Ki-hyuk described it as a ‘one-year expiration date’ power, it didn’t matter. The ‘Fireball’ and ‘Water Whip’ being created now were not made of mana, but of his own life force and lifespan; however, that also did not matter.
They were completely unaware of reality.
Ignorant individuals held no fear.
The situation was already dire, but remarkably, this was not the end.
“My servants, you are now free. Cast off all the shackles that bind you.”
Those who received the ‘miracle’ began to fervently follow the Archangel.
They treated the Archangel’s words as truth.
“What could the shackles mentioned by the Archangel be?”
“I don’t know, so I asked! They’re the aristocrats.”
“No, look at the broader picture. The Archangel said to shake off ‘all’ shackles.”
“If that’s the case…”
“Exactly. They’re the superhumans. They have oppressed us.”
The superhumans stripped away our possessions to attain wealth and honor.
Look at their social media; it’s overflowing with luxurious homes, fancy cars, and all manner of luxury goods. Things that people like us could hardly afford even after a lifetime of hard work, they casually enjoy.
Admiration and envy are a razor’s edge apart, and even though the superhumans haven’t directly harmed us, we began to resent them.
The anger of the suppressed populace spread from the aristocrats to all superhumans.
“k*ll them!”
“Please, spare me.”
“Break the shackles as the Archangel commanded!!”
“Ugh!!”
A massacre.
Thus, Tokyo was drenched in madness.
This madness naturally led to ‘fanaticism’.
“My servants, d*e calling upon my ‘name.'”
“That is the path for me.”
At the top of Tokyo, the Archangel was smiling with satisfaction.
Optimum’s conference room.
Kim Yeon-hee, after finishing a video conference for the allied forces, collapsed onto the sofa.
“Ugh… I’m so tired…”
Three days? Four days? No, was it a week?
Her memories of sleep were hazy.
Kim Yeon-hee inadvertently grimaced as she sipped her coffee. It felt like caffeine was flowing through her veins instead of bl**d.
No matter how much of a superhuman Kim Yeon-hee was in this regard, not getting enough sleep like this would wear her out. No, it would cause actual problems for her body.
Yet, she was working so desperately.
It was because of Park Ki-hyuk’s words a few days ago.
“One-year expiration date power…”
Once that year passes, it would become an empty shell that meets a miserable end.
It was hard to believe, but the person who said that was Park Ki-hyuk. Her youngest child wouldn’t make empty claims.
Moreover, the additional words her youngest had said were ominously troubling.
“Mom, I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I wonder why they’re doing such things. It seems rather strange. It’s excessively extreme.”
True.
It was excessively extreme.
“Just looking at the situation, it seems they’re betting their lives.”
Kim Yeon-hee too was constantly curious about this aspect.
What reason could Celutis have to act so drastically? They seemed to have seized control of the upper echelons already; they could take it easy, couldn’t they?
What had made them so frantic?
“Do you know that human belief holds power?”
Belief possessed by humans carries immense strength in and of itself.
Even if it’s a false scripture or a nameless existence of nothingness, if humans believe fervently, that belief is actualized.
“I think that Archangel is trying to obtain ‘divinity.'”
Showcasing miracles.
Granting powers that have a one-year expiration.
They became fervent followers of the Archangel.
Fanaticism.
Using false beliefs as sacrifices.
Gaining divinity.
Not merely a guardian spirit by name, but a true guardian spirit.
Kim Yeon-hee shuddered.
“We need to stop this.”
At a small scale, it was the annihilation of a nation.
On a grander scale, it was the collapse of global order.
It baffled her that ‘small’ could be attached to the annihilation of a nation, but what could she do? It was the reality laid out before her.
Beyond ethics, if they were all humans, breathing the same air in this world, they needed to be stopped.
Yet, the allied forces were still stalled, not even having decided where to gather.
At this pace, it would take at least three months, if not half a year.
To wait for that…
“There’s no time.”
Ultimately, after much deliberation, Kim Yeon-hee picked up the phone.
That night.
Planes took off from the United Kingdom, the United States, Russia, and Egypt, all aboard the ‘Five Sisters’ private jets.
And.
“The permission has been granted.”
Park Su-hyeok, having put down the phone, smiled broadly, while Park Min-ji reflected the light on the sword she was polishing.
“Can we do as we please?”
“I said permission has been granted.”
“Well then, is it okay, Ki-hyuk?”
Both gazes turned toward Park Ki-hyuk, who licked his lips and rose his massive frame.
“Let’s go.”
Just now, Kim Yeon-hee had unleashed the Swordmasters upon Japan.
Three of them at that.
Fact one.
I have become much gentler compared to the past.
Back in the day, when I was called the Demon Lord, as everyone knows, I was unrestrained.
I seized what I wanted and crushed anyone who stood in my way.
Other people’s opinions?
I didn’t care about that at all. Life is too short to live according to someone else’s wishes.
I lived as I pleased, to such an extent that my wild nature would leave even the elderly astonished.
Regardless, I believed that living according to my will was the essence of a ‘cool life’ and dutifully followed that belief.
However, I was different in this second life.
I had a family.
I had things to protect.
I couldn’t just rush in like before. I had to be somewhat cautious and couldn’t speak carelessly.
It seemed I still didn’t care about other people’s opinions.
I had no interest in what they whispered about me. But it was true that I felt bothered when my actions reflected on my family.
I sometimes surprised myself with this fact.
Am I being cautious?
And the funny part? I find it not unpleasant at all.
So what if I incur a minor loss? So what if I’m uncomfortable?
They are my family after all.
In this second life, I have become much gentler amidst various relationships, including family.
Yes, but…
Here’s fact two.
Despite having softened considerably.
I remain unchanged.
My true nature is still rough and ferocious.
No need for lengthy explanations.
I will show you from now on.
“d*e…!”
Swish-!!
The demon’s head is sliced off. Thud, thud, the severed head rolls on the ground.
“Ugh!!”
“I-I killed him. I actually killed him… Ugh!!”
The demon I threw pierced through the body of an enemy, embedding itself into the wall. The demon ravenously consumed the enemy’s bl**d, and soon an emaciated mummy of a corpse collapsed to the floor.
“Ahhhhh!!”
“Run!!”
The enemies fell into a panic at the sight of their fallen comrades.
They all fled from me. Trying desperately to escape this space, they attempted to get outside the building.
Bam?!
It wouldn’t open. It was blocked.
“Ugh!!”
“Break it!”
I attempted to use magic with mana, no, with life force.
From basic ‘Fireball’ to ‘Flame Buster’, ‘Chain Lightning’.
The only one who learned magic even managed to cast ‘Broken Shock’ towards the wall.
But.
“It’s useless.”
No one can enter or leave without my permission. No one can escape. Furthermore, no changes can occur.
It was a completely ‘isolated’ space.
This is your tomb.
So.
“Shut up and d*e quietly.”
I swung my axe at the demon indifferently.
One output, one life.
Pleas for mercy, resentful hatred. Finally… meaningless last cries.
“Wh-why… haven’t you killed me until now?”
“Ah, that’s right.”
After all, this was a rescue operation. It ended with merely preventing the fallen angels from attacking while I held the position.
But that was passive up until yesterday.
“I’m planning to change from today.”
More actively.
No, as I please.
Whoosh!
I thrust the demon into the enemy’s solar plexus.
When I raised my head, my sight was drenched in bl**d. The bl**d cascading from dozens of corpses filled the building.
“Shall we clean up?”
Snap, I snapped my fingers.
At that moment.
Black Magic Summoning
A hungry ghost
餓鬼
A round head rolls out of space, baring its teeth.
Kyakakak!
It greedily devours the corpses, licking up the bl**d.
Moments later, the bl**d-soaked building was completely cleaned up, and I stepped out into the street as if nothing had happened.
*
Infiltration operation.
A mission to conceal one’s presence and sneak in unnoticed.
But the Swordmaster’s infiltration operation is a bit different.
Erasing all enemies in the way. If there are no witnesses, there is no way to be discovered.
A flash of light cuts through among the people.
No common screams were heard.
Enemies checked their bodies with confused eyes.
“…”
At the moment the flash ended, Park Min-ji swung her sword into the air.
Whoosh!!
A fountain of bl**d erupted.
The commonality visible among the collapsing corpses was that everything that should be on their shoulders was missing.
Just in time, the enemies realizing the anomaly rushed in.
“Ugh!”
“Ugh!”
Some were vomiting, some convulsing, some barely able to breathe.
A variety of reactions.
Park Min-ji observed disdainfully when she made eye contact with an enemy wearing priestly robes.
“You, you’re…?”
“You’re Celutis?”
“Impossible. You were in Fukuoka…”
Park Su-hyeok, Park Min-ji, Park Ki-hyuk.
It was already well-known that the children of the Swordsmanship Family were in Japan.
Even the Celutis leadership was keeping an eye on the movements of these three. They had even dispatched fallen angel troops around Fukuoka to restrict their actions.
Fortunately, this operation had worked well to this point, and they had been confirmed to still be in ‘Fukuoka’.
This was information that had reached the siblings this morning.
“Why are you three here in ‘Hiroshima’!!”
“…”
Park Min-ji ignored the excited priest and chose to remain silent.
He was not worth discussing. After all, he was merely an enemy to k*ll.
Silently, she drew her sword.
At that moment, she lunged forward, aiming the sword at the priest’s neck!
But.
Clang-!!
Blocked?
“Oh?”
A gray cross-shaped shield is blocking her sword.
“I am a faithful servant of the Archangel! I will not d*e without His permission!”
The priest was once a candidate for the High Priest position and was powerful, continuously casting divine power to counter Park Min-ji’s attack.
Gray cross-shaped shields revolved around the priest and expanded outwards.
It was impossible to visually follow Park Min-ji’s speed.
It completely blocked a certain area.
It was an incredibly clever tactic, and while that was happening, more Celutis priests emerged from underground.
These were not the ‘miracle’ name instant superhumans, but true elite priests of Celutis.
“Brothers!!”
“Brother, we will help you!”
“Punish this vile unbeliever with divine wrath!”
The spacious area, which had previously felt somewhat relaxed, became cramped as the priests entered.
Park Min-ji, an extreme speed seeker who pursued the ultimate in speed, found the shrinking space to be unwelcome news.
Yet, she could not break through the walls. It was an area that had already been ‘isolated’ by Park Ki-hyuk before entry. This rule applied even to Park Min-ji.
“How bothersome.”
Park Min-ji awakened her instincts. Her hair began to glow white, and now even the trajectory of her sword was invisible.
Several arms rose into the air.
It seemed they couldn’t believe they had been severed, as they stared at their own detached arms in a daze before screaming out in pain after a while.
“Do not confront her head-on! You must block the space. If you chase after her unbelief, you will not be able to stop her!”
“If we corner her, we will win!”
“Maintain distance!”
The priests persisted in their attack against Park Min-ji. Some even willingly sacrificed their own lifeforce to unleash divine power.
They understood. If they gave her any opening, this battle would prove to be hopeless.
In the meantime, those who attempted to escape but had given up joined them, and soon all the enemies in this building had gathered on this floor.
“Brothers, quickly provide support…!”
The priest at the forefront shouted with veins bulging in his neck.
At that moment, for the first time, a smile appeared on Park Min-ji’s previously expressionless face.
“Finally, they all arrived.”
“…?!”
She had been waiting for this moment.
It was too bothersome to search for each one.
Park Min-ji licked her lips. The fangs glinted menacingly at the corners of her mouth.
“I’m pulling this out for the first time.”
So consider it an honor.
“Dragon Armor…”
The sandals of light shone brilliantly. Pure white lines sprouted like wings.
Dragon Armor
Talaria
In Greek mythology, the sandals of Hermes, the messenger of the gods.
Among the existing artifacts, it was the only weapon capable of utilizing the realm of ‘space,’ which humans cannot reach.
Park Min-ji took a step forward.
She vanished.
When she reappeared, she was at the center of the hall.
Geomho-ryu Rapid Strike
Full Moon
A full moon rose around Park Min-ji.
The white full moon filled the hall.
Moments later, the bodies severed at the waist filled the hall.
