Martial Arts Returnee's Game Broadcast-Chapter 389: The End of a Long Boredom
1.
To be honest, she had been looking forward to this.
Someone doing their absolute best to chase after her.
For a martial artist, it was the kind of situation that made the heart swell with excitement.
If only they had stayed within the line.
If they had, she could have waited the full forty-five days without a problem.
But perhaps their fear had been too great.
The Ten Great Guilds had crossed a line they should never have.
[You are entering Labyrinth City, Labyrinthos.]
"Ah! That cloud!"
"Send an emergency alert! Now!"
"The Demon King Swordsman is going to cut Minotaurus' throat!"
Should she call Mark 2?
No.
There was no need.
A good opponent to use for practice was one thing. Filthy pests she had no interest in entangling herself with were another.
A dragon may teach its offspring to hunt, but it does not waste time training them to catch fleas and leeches.
Filth was not prey.
It was something to be disposed of, to ensure a child's comfort.
And so, she cut them down.
Every single one of them.
"Ugh!! She's coming this way!!"
"Raise shields! If we can at least get her to flinch—!"
Shields. Armor. Swords.
All the things meant to induce stagger were useless.
Not a single strike was endured.
One slice.
One impact.
Shattered.
Dismembered.
It took less than five minutes to wipe out every Ten Great Guild guard defending Labyrinthos—all but one.
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[Summon them. All of them. Leave no one behind.]
The admission fee for today's zoo tour would be paid in the heads and blood of the Ten Great Guilds.
2.
[You have solo-cleared the Dungeon Boss .]
[You have stored 10 Solo-Clear Badges.]
[You have acquired the title .]
[All damage increased by 1%.]
"So it happened."
Kang Taebaek stepped out of the dungeon portal, blood dripping from his fist.
—Code name Demon King Swordsman spotted at the entrance to Labyrinth City!
—All guild members affiliated with the Ten Great Guilds must assemble in Labyrinthos immediately!
—Guild executives and all guild leaders must cease skill farming, title grinding, and point accumulation, and report to Labyrinthos at once!
They had chased away a wolf, only for a tiger—no, a dragon—to appear.
"Heh. It’s been a long time since I felt like this."
He ripped apart a teleportation scroll.
Arrived at the designated point.
Tens of thousands of guild members were gathering at Labyrinth City's entrance.
This kind of mobilization.
This kind of spectacle.
It was something he had only seen in the faded frames of memory.
Was it back when we were challengers, not oppressors?
A powerful government.
Soldiers who treated awakeners’ lives as disposable tools.
They had to fight to survive.
Gunfire and explosions rained down on the battlefield.
Some awakeners had their families held hostage by the government.
Others had bombs implanted in their bodies, forced to fight under the Shadow Division.
Faded nightmares clawed their way up from his fingertips.
Helplessness.
Fear.
The greater the terror, the greater the rage that surged up to drown it out.
"Demon King Swordsman... Was she always like this?"
The kind of fear that resurfaced from just one enemy.
Just one person.
The Ten Great Guilds gathered:
Ilseong GuildTaebaek GuildAsan GuildOcean World GuildIhwa GuildGolden GuildYangpyeong GuildJojoon GuildDonghyo GuildWonjoong Guild
Thirty-five thousand guild members, equipped with the best gear money could buy.
A force far too excessive just to obtain a single spirit.
And yet, it still didn't feel like enough.
"Hah. To think the great Kang Taebaek would actually compliment someone. Are you scared?"
"Cut the crap, So Wonjoong. Every time you say that, you get your ass kicked."
"Look who's talking. Weren't you the one who said, 'Leave the tanking to me!'? And then you got blasted out of the battlefield by a missile?"
Laughter erupted.
Trying to ease the tension by digging up old humiliations.
But it didn’t work.
At least, not much.
Just a little—just enough to clear his mind.
It had been so long since he felt this clarity.
What was this feeling?
"Start with the 48 curse spells. We need to suppress the Demon King Swordsman's stats!"
Debuff squad launched their spells.
Lowered stats, speed, resistance.Ihwa Guild's Guild Master, Jang Ihwa, leading the curse division.
She once said she wanted to open a shop.
She wanted to see people find peace, not watch them crumble in agony.
Archer squad fired enchanted arrows.
Jojoon Guild's Guild Master, Kim Jojoon, leading the snipers.
He once said he was sick of blowing people's heads off.
That he just wanted to retire to the mountains.
Asan Guild's Yoon Asan had # Nоvеlight # once said he wanted to shine brighter than anyone.
Ocean World Guild’s Michael had wanted to create a haven for refugees.
They all had pure dreams once.
Even Jo Ilseong, leader of the Ten Great Guilds.
Even Kang Taebaek himself.
They had all been the same.
But now...
His head felt foggy.
Maybe because Donghyo and Wonjoong Guild members were being flung aside like garbage?
Maybe because unreal sword energy was tearing through the battlefield like a storm?
He had almost grasped something, but it was slipping away.
That faintly burning clarity he had just found—
Gone.
A deep regret settled in his chest.
This was my last chance to reclaim something precious.
But battle obliterated all distractions.
Regret.Hesitation.
There was no room for them.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Shells exploded at close range.
A comrade he had just spoken to about the future was suddenly nothing but an arm.
If he didn’t forget in three breaths, he’d end up the same way.
And that—
That, he could not allow.
He wanted to live more.
To live for the fallen comrades' share.
He couldn't remember their dreams.
He had forgotten their promises.
But he still remembered how to keep them.
Survive.
If he didn’t survive, he couldn’t do anything.
<Awakening Ability – Tyrant’s Power>
<Evolution Trait – Mental Awakening (C)>
So he pushed everything away.
Regrets.Wishes.Promises.Doubts.
One single clear thought remained in his mind.
A single enemy.
<Rank 01 – Demon Dragon, Silent Swordsman>
Kill her.
Burning bloodlust.
The Tyrant’s Will.
The desire for pure destruction.
"Fall back! The debuffs can’t keep up with our losses!"
"We can't keep this up! Charge!"
A moving army.
Powerful warriors rushing forward.
Kang Taebaek joined them.
Sound didn’t matter.
The battlefield’s momentum guided him.
His skin tingled, telling him what to do.
The legend of the Demon King Swordsman vs. the Ten Great Guilds had begun.
