SSS-Ranked Demon Hunter: The Prodigy-Chapter 110: The Supremacy Arc, Part 13
Chapter 110: The Supremacy Arc, Part 13
Seojun stood motionless, as if rooted to the ground. He didn’t dare move. With every step, Park Jisun drew closer—like a slowly approaching sentence of judgment.
One thought spun through the demon’s mind: "Take Haebin and run. Now. Before it’s too late."
Suddenly, through the shattered door, a child’s voice burst into the room:
"Seojun! Brother, is that you?!"
Death Icon spun around. At the far end of the room, behind a steel grate, stood his younger brother.
Haebin. Alive. Whole. Tears of joy streamed down his face. His eyes shone with unconditional trust.
"Haebin..." the demon murmured, warmth lighting his eyes for the first time in ages.
"I always knew you’d come for me!"
Those words crashed down on Seojun with the full weight of love—and guilt. In that moment, he forgot everything: the fight, the pain, the plan.
And that was all it took.
Jisun seized the moment of weakness. In one motion, he lunged, his feet crashing into the demon’s chest with a sickening crunch. Several ribs gave way under the force.
Death Icon flew backward, slamming into the concrete wall. The sound of impact echoed down the prison corridors.
When he rose—slowly, hiding in the shadows of the corner—his gaze had changed. He understood now: there would be no escape without a fight.
"Park Jisun. Not the most pleasant person to meet alone. Maybe we skip the battle this time?" he said, voice steady but strained.
"Wow," Jisun scoffed, never lowering his eyes. "Why would I? Your buddy Kihyun is upstairs right now, fighting our S-rankers. Looks like you demons finally have a plan—since you were sent to steal the Demon of Hatred."
"Yeah," sweat ran down the demon’s brow. "I... Kihyun and I, we betrayed Umbra. We’re not your enemies."
"Is that so?" Jisun’s tone turned cold. "You think I’m just going to believe you? After everything you’ve done?"
Seojun didn’t respond. But his eyes begged.
"...I’m sorry for everything I did to your comrades. But right now... we are not enemies."
"So Kihyun gave you therapy, huh?" Jisun sneered. "The voices of my fallen brothers are still ringing in my ears. They demand vengeance. And they won’t stop screaming until you’re dead. You enjoyed killing. Monsters don’t change."
Blood surged in his hands. Capillaries twisted and merged into two long spears—his Kenketsu.
"You’re a monster," he said, raising the weapons. "And the only thing that’ll change you is death."
A moment of silence.
"What a dumbass..." Seojun muttered, as a memory resurfaced from the past.
—
"Your little brother loves people," I once told him. "So why kill them?"
"It’s in our blood. My parents were direct descendants of Hatred. Even if Haebin is gentle, he can’t escape his nature. You call demons evil, Kihyun, but you never see how cruel humans can be."
"Then what does that make Haebin? He grew up in the same world as you. He holds the power of Hatred within him—he could destroy this planet with a thought... but he chose to live as a human. So how are you any different from him?"
Back then, Seojun had no answer. Just one thing he knew:
"I’m a demon... I lived for Haebin. Grew stronger for him. Protected him."
And I had interrupted him.
"But you know the truth. Mujin and the rest of Umbra will eventually sacrifice Haebin. That’s their path. Why side with those who would murder your own family?"
—
Now, standing before Jisun, Seojun finally understood why that conversation had returned to him.
He was searching for an answer. He needed to believe this path—our path—was the right one. The only way to protect what mattered.
"You’re right, Jisun," the demon said. "I won’t make excuses. I really am a monster. An enemy of mankind. But even with that title... I chose to believe in Kihyun’s dream. It’s dark. It’s dangerous. But it deserves a place in this world."
The demon’s muscles tightened. His body cracked with growing tension. Claws extended, pupils sharpened, skin darkened. His demonic nature roared to the surface.
Jisun leaned forward slightly, reading every movement—coiled like a spring.
"I liked his dream," Seojun continued. "And for it... for our comrades... I’ll go all the way."
A growl.
In that moment, for the first time in a long while, he felt what it meant to be part of a team. Kusanagi. Not just a pawn of Umbra. Not just a beast in a cage.
And when he trusted in my dream, he realized—there are those who see him as an equal.
"Wait for me," he whispered. "I’ll return."
Then, without another word—he charged forward.
First contact.
Like a wild animal, roaring with fury, Seojun lunged at Jisun. His claws tore through the air. He didn’t care how fast his enemy was—he was going to break through with raw will, with power, with everything he had.
Jisun responded in kind.
The fight began.
The underground prison beneath the Association’s headquarters was a grim concrete spiral descending ten levels deep. The lighting was dim, the only illumination coming from faint blue lamps that cast cold light on the barred cells.
An explosion. The floor beneath them cracked as Jisun drove a foot into the demon’s chest again, sending them both crashing to the next level below.
Seojun instinctively threw out his hands, roaring as he smashed into a concrete beam to stop himself.
Jisun landed perfectly on both feet—precise as ever. His Kenketsu spears glinted with blood-red light.
"You don’t get it, hunter..." Seojun panted. "I have to get him out of here."
"You won’t even get your own head out of here," Jisun spat.
In the next second—he vanished.
He reappeared in front of Seojun in a blur, slamming a spear toward the demon’s temple.
Seojun flinched, but it was too late—one of the spears tore through his shoulder. Flesh hissed and began regenerating instantly.
He was fast. Too fast.
Seojun dug his claws into the wall, launching himself forward, spinning through the air like a tornado. His claws slashed Jisun’s chest—but only barely. The hunter parried the rest with his spears, hurling one into the demon’s torso.
Seojun dropped to one knee from the impact, black blood dripping—but he pushed back to his feet.
"And how long did you plan this?" Jisun advanced. "A year? And you didn’t realize you’d end up fighting me? How rude."
"You’re still a bastard."
Death Icon barreled forward, grabbed Jisun around the waist, and hurled him down another level of the spiral. Jisun crashed through steel walls and vanished into clouds of dust.
Seojun jumped after him. He knew time was running out. His brother was still up above, calling his name from the cell. Haebin’s voice echoed through the chaos but was quickly swallowed by the roar of crumbling stone.
"You won’t escape!" came Jisun’s voice through the dust. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
He emerged again—body now pulsing with blood-colored energy. It spread over him like a living infection.
Kuroen.
Could Seojun survive a fight against a monster like this?
Could he win... while still saving Haebin?
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