Han Dae Sung Returned From Hell - Chapter 177

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I had a rough guess.

But when you actually hear it with your own ears, you can’t help but feel confused.

At that time, the woman who identified herself as the creator proudly revealed her teeth.

< Are you surprised? The fact that we are face to face like this when it is not yet time to meet? >

“….”

< It is not difficult at all for me, a god, to look into the mind of a mere creature. > I don’t know

what it is, but this is what I am thinking. This is clearly exposed.

Then,

’empty your thoughts.’

No thought, no thought!

Grumble-!

Daesung fiercely swung the Yeophwa Greatsword, which had been emitting maximum firepower since it had already escaped the embrace of the origin.

A sword wind of flame spread out in all directions and engulfed the shadows of the Creator.

< .... >

The moment the Creator stared with an expressionless face at the wall of fire that appeared while emitting enormous heat.

Pot-!

Daesung’s new form appeared behind the Creator’s back, drawing a blurry afterimage.

I plan to cut my spine like this!

But… Kang-!

Daesung’s strike was blocked by a black longsword that suddenly appeared.

The Creator’s hand, which moved behind his waist, held a long sword made of condensed black flames.

It was a weapon made hastily by gathering clones scattered around.

However, that was not the part that surprised Daesung.

‘Stop this?’

Moreover, he did it lightly with one hand without even taking the correct posture.

Even though he blocked the surprise attack from behind, his eyes were still looking straight ahead.

< Even though I cleared my mind of all thoughts, my body still managed to dig into the enemy's rear. That's amazing. This probably means that the desire to win a fight that kills and kills is built up in your body. >

“….”

< But it’s no use. No matter how hard you struggle, as long as all cause and effect and the form of nature are in my hands, you are nothing more than a rat in a poison. > As soon as the

Creator’s long-winded words came to an end, Daesung’s expression turned into a frown.

Quad deuk-!

Because the Creator’s neck, which was not facing Daesung, was bent 180 degrees and they were looking at each other.

Then the whole body also rotated half a turn along the neck.

It was a scene so bizarre that I wondered if I had to turn my body in this way.

< Can you still feel the difference between you and me? >

The Creator opened his veiny eyes and looked at Daesung.

Feeling disgust for an instant, Daesung’s right knee shot up into the Creator’s abdomen.

The series of processes were so fast that they were not even visible to the eye,

but…

The Creator calmly blocked it with one palm.

< It's hard to have a conversation. >

The creator gently pushed his palm away, and Daesung’s knee, which had stopped in midair, hit the floor of the central hallway.

bang-!

As the large pit caved in, Daesung’s body, down on one knee, lost its balance and staggered.

< Wouldn't it be better to respond to a conversation when you can move your mouth? >

The moment the creator’s outstretched palm touched Daesung’s clavicle.

Quad deuk-!

Daesung flew backwards, his body collapsing.

My knee, which was stuck on the floor, created a long line on the carpeted floor of the hallway.

“…!”

A shock so strong that it makes you dizzy.

It felt like Balark’s armor wasn’t doing its job at all.

at that time.

Faba Park-!

The nearby clones bound Daesung’s limbs and pressed him down.

< Do you really need to break your arms and legs to come to your senses? >

The Creator approached at a leisurely pace and stopped in front of Daesung, whose head was on the floor.

Ppajik-.

Thick blood vessels stood out clearly on Daesung’s forehead.

“She talks about being the creator, but she’s an uncivilized bitch who doesn’t even know how to wear proper clothes…”

Daesung gritted his teeth as he looked up at the creator, who was openly naked.

“Where are you looking?”

Quaaaaang-!

The clones that were holding down Daeseong were blown away by the strong wind pressure.

A dazzlingly brilliant golden light swirled around Daesung.

The Creator narrowed his eyes and looked.

The great castle holding the holy spear Gungnir.

< Was my behavior the problem? >

But he soon took his attention away from Gungnir and snapped his fingers.

Clothes made of animal fur of unknown origin suddenly appeared, narrowly covering the creator’s private parts.

< This is a bit-. >

The creator looked up again after looking away from his clothes, and in front of his eyes, a rectangular golden wall was erected in all directions.

It was Gungnir’s second special skill, < Oppression >.

“Eyes, arms and legs. “You have to sacrifice one of the three to get out of there.”

< It seems like telling me that fact is acting as a ‘trigger’ of sorts. >

Kugugu-.

As soon as the activation conditions were met, the wall of < oppression > began to quickly pressure the Creator.

The Creator burst out laughing.

A smile without the slightest worry or fear.

< Can I do this? >

And without hesitation, the Creator grabbed the right arm with one hand and ripped it off.

The wall of < oppression > was quietly torn down like light being consumed by darkness.

“…!”

An “interception” followed immediately.

The javelin, which never misses its target, flew towards the heart of the Creator.

Bubbly-!

At that time, from the cross section of the arm that was messily torn off, thin flesh protruded in the shape of a boiling bubble.

The newly sprouted chunks of flesh flew through the air and immediately wrapped around the rushing Gungnir.

Exciting-!

The lump of flesh shook for a moment.

Magical thorns were sprayed from the blade of Gungnir’s spear inside.

However, only a few drops of blood splattered and there was no damage to the lump of flesh.

Eventually, the strange-looking lump of flesh shrunk small and took the shape of a normal human arm.

Passu-.

The powdered remains of Gungnir fell to the floor.

< Let’s stop bragging about our toys and start talking. >

Quaaaa!

A fierce black gust struck the Creator and shook the entire area.

[Field Demon King’s-dfkal%!3]

[Army of Death-fkdalk3%@$]

The gusts of wind stopped, and the wilderness of death, filled with strange energy, spread out across the horizon.

Daesung embodies the fields ‘Ghost King’s Territory’ and ‘Legion of Death’.

Perhaps because the ‘origin of the Earth’ was damaged, one of the fragments derived from it, the system, sent out characters that looked like an alien language, but there was no major problem with the expansion of the magic power itself.

“G-uh-!”

“Grrr-!”

Nearly tens of thousands of command soldiers lined up behind Daeseong and howled.

Daeseong, who stood majestically at the vanguard of the army, glared at the creator and said.

“It’s a turning point. “Here, I can fight you with peace of mind.”

< .... >

The Creator heard those words with one ear and looked up with his arms crossed.

At the center of the gray-white sky was a black full moon.

The Creator smoothed his chin.

< Is that the core of the barrier? >

Wow!

With a war cry, an overwhelming number of ‘Legions of Death’ rushed past Daeseong like the wind.

At the same time, an air current containing destructive power quickly gathered in front of the Creator’s arms.

Blink your eyes once.

Kwaaaa-!!

The air current of destruction transformed into rays soared high into the sky.

A red flash rose with a roar and hit the black full moon.

The black full moon shattered like an egg hitting a rock.

As the ‘Ghost King’s Territory’, whose core was destroyed, collapsed, the ‘Legion of Death’ also turned into sand and scattered all at once.

The inherent barrier collapsed and the background returned to the central hallway of the old castle.

At this time, after returning to Earth, Daesung broke out in a ‘cold sweat’ for the first time while fighting with someone.

The Creator also no longer had a smile on his face.

< I'm sure you said it was a rat in a poison, but don't you know what that means? >

Dung-.

The ‘Time Stone of Delay’ kneaded in Daesung’s hand colored the world in black and white.

The passage of time slowed down so much that even the sweat drops that fell on the floor were stuck in the air.

< It's no use. >

There were two beings in there that were the only ones with ‘color’.

Daesung and the creator were the ones who activated the ‘Time Stone’.

The Creator moved his legs leisurely, as if he was taking a walk in the backyard.

Even if he was like that, how on earth could that guy move?

ridge-! ridge-! ridge-!

Daesung stubbornly kneaded the ‘time stone’ again and again.

One second becomes 100 times, 1,000 times, 10,000 times… endlessly longer.

However, there is no stiffness or delay in the Creator’s gait.

< This is a meaningless struggle. Because I am a being that transcends time. >

Grrrr-!!

Nothing the Creator said had already reached Daesung’s ears.

Pure white flames of < Destruction Flame > covered Daeseong’s body, and soon he was reborn in the form of a white devil and rushed towards the ground.

The Creator sighed.

< If you don't know what patience is, I'll tell you. >

Just before Daesung’s new form was fired like a cannonball and collided with its creator.

Quad Deuk-!!

Suddenly, a silver chain burst through the floor, wall, and ceiling of the hallway.

Stand tall!

The cross sword of < Annihilation > stopped 1mm in front of the creator’s nose.

In an instant, Daesung’s entire body was tied up in chains and he could not move.

No matter how much strength I applied to my limbs, the chain did not even budge.

< This is what patience is. >

“…!!”

< It is a chain that binds countless dimensions themselves. How can you solve something that has swallowed up the space and time of the world? >

The flame died down and Daesung returned to his original form. Could it be that the chain absorbs magical power?

However, even as < Annihilation > faded away, the murderous intent shining in Daesung’s eyes continued to burn with no sign of going out.

Creator added while stroking Daesung’s cheek, who was unable to move.

< Now I can finally have a conversation. >

***

Daesung continued to struggle, even though he knew very well that it was a useless waste of energy.

But now the chains have taken away even a single ounce of strength to struggle.

“Do you know what the only thing I, who transcends mortality and time, cannot overcome?” the

Creator said, circling around Daeseong, who was chained up.

< It is ‘solitude.’ >

“….”

< I escaped death, but there was nothing I could do about the loneliness that came at me every moment. Just like the origins of other dimensions, the being called 'I', created by the will of the great universe, has not been able to escape the shackles of loneliness ever since its birth. > Daeseong realized

.

The Creator who is in front of him now is also like a ‘source’.

However, unlike other sources that remain as abstract concepts, the Creator simply appeared here in the form of a human being, as you can see.

< As I was floating in the macrocosm, longing for a way to shake off loneliness, I tried to settle down in a land in another dimension. I tried to coexist with the organic matter on the land. >

If you live with someone, you will definitely feel less lonely.

But something ironic happened.

< No world, dimension, or heaven could withstand my divinity and collapsed. >

Like a foothold made of fog.

The moment I set foot on it, it was scattered in vain.

< What do you do when you overcome mortality? What do you do when you transcend time? If there is no place for it, even its omnipotence is nothing more than a curse that forces me into a lonely existence. >

“….”

< So I decided to create it myself. The most perfect world where I can stand on my own two feet and accept my godhood. > The

Creator, who was arrogantly looking down at Daeseong, poked his forehead with his index finger.

As if lightning struck nearby, his vision flickered and countless scenes unfolded before his eyes.

It was a universe dotted with stars.

And it was the past of the Creator wandering lonely through the universe.

< I offered up my godhood and gave birth to seeds and created the earth and sky. It was such a painful time that my blood and flesh fell away, my bones crumbled to dust, and tears overflowed. But I didn't stop. >

Every time the Creator’s body repeated division and rebirth, the world took shape and life sprouted on top of it.

After eons so distant that it was difficult to express them in numbers, a star was finally born.

It was heaven.

However, it was far from the land that Daesung had seen, with lush nature in full bloom and angels flying around.

Because the life created by the Creator was made of blood and bones, and the earth was frozen cold.

< Yes. It was still not enough. This was never the type of world I wanted. But I didn't want to overwork myself by dedicating myself to more deity here. >

Somewhere on the frozen ground, the Creator was standing in a daze.

The Creator squatted down on the ground and silently planted a seed.

< Just one last time, I ripped out my godhead and planted a tree. I called the tree ‘Dimension Tree.’ >

After that.

The scenes seen in Ramish’s memories and the stories that ‘The Origin of the Earth’ once told were continued.

The branches of the dimensional tree stretched out like a net and randomly swallowed up the dimensions scattered across the universe.

Seeds under the Creator’s command – the ‘Heavenly Legion’ and ‘Apostles’ trapped numerous beings in frozen time.

As the trunk of the gigantic tree grew bigger and its branches stretched out one by one, the Creator’s world stirred.

< My self-conscious servants probably didn't understand. The fact that all of this was just to relieve my ‘solitude’. >

The Creator, who had already given up a huge amount of his deity, was in tatters.

In such a shabby appearance, he had no confidence to stand in front of them, even if he was a seed he had created.

Also, he is willing to impose his ideals and goals on them.

< So I appointed a reasonably believable 'clone' to act as my representative. They called the clone I presented as the main god, praising and honoring it. >

While the ‘fake god’ that was properly created was inciting the apostles, the ‘real’ person was hiding behind the world and recuperating while waiting for his godhood to be restored.

< 'Clone' played the role of proxy very well. They whispered to the apostles. All of this is just a ‘process’ leading the poor lambs bound to mortality to heaven. He had such great hearing that he didn't even suspect and immediately believed him. Everything they do is for the greater good. >

Without even knowing that hundreds of millions of lives were being sacrificed for the trivial reason of ‘alleviating loneliness,’ the apostles cried out for the ‘great cause’ and their actions were truly authentic. I firmly believed that it was right.

< But not everything goes as I wanted. >

The Creator said, ruffling Daesung’s hair.

< You were my variable. >

A life returning from hell threatened the world created by the Creator.

A life so strong that even the apostles were scared.

In the end, one of the apostles ended up breaking the taboo of turning back time with the Holy Grail of Cause and Effect.

< I accepted it obediently. The fact is that as long as there is a variable called you, heaven will eventually be destroyed. From then on, I gave up on heaven. There was no answer anyway. >

So the Creator did not care whether the Holy Grail of Cause and Effect warped time or not.

In the past, when Lemuët went to the Sanctuary to turn back time with the Holy Grail of Causality, there was a ‘voice’ that spoke to her.

The identity of that voice was none other than the Creator himself.

< I decided only after the dimensional water was connected to the Earth due to the Holy Grail of Cause and Effect. Let’s make that star our home,” the Creator said. < If it is that star where countless dimensions of space and time overlap, it could probably withstand my godhood. >

As soon as the Creator finished recuperating, he left heaven.

At that time, Daeseong was just before he invaded Heaven again riding the stone statue created by Melcannon.

Armagan blamed the Lord until the moment he was killed by Daeseong’s sword.

Even at the moment when the heavens were destroyed, I blamed the main god for being silent.

But it wasn’t silence.

It’s just that the main god didn’t exist there from the beginning.

< The source of this star tried its best to chase me away. Ridiculously. >

That’s how we got to this point.

< Look. Even though I was stepping on it like this, this star did not fall. My godhood endures because it has been strengthened by multi-dimensional space and time! It's really... a really enchanting star! >

“….”

< In a world where gods live, beings worthy of that status must become residents. But life on this earth is so insignificant and insignificant. >

The Creator continued to sigh.

< Does having a lot of ants crawling on the floor around you make you feel less lonely? To me, that's what humans are. >

A brief moment of silence passes by. The Creator looked intently into Daesung’s eyes and continued speaking.

< But you are different from ants. If you destroyed the world built by my godhead and easily killed the seed I created, you are fully qualified to stand on equal footing with this body. > An

eerie sight appeared in the Creator’s wide-open eyes.

chin-.

The Creator stretched out his hand and gently cupped Daesung’s face.

< Let’s build a new world with me. Han Dae-seong. >

A breath filled with joy flowed from between the Creator’s lips.

The Creator spoke as he brought his red face closer.

< I can make you a ‘god’. Like me, I can give you the Creator's seat where you can control the new world to your heart's content. There will be neither death nor suffering. Only extreme pleasure and peace will be with you forever. >

With those words, the Creator closed his mouth tightly.

As if he was saying that it was now his turn to answer. As if he would wait.

Before I knew it, Daesung was closing his eyes and lowering his head.

Although his consciousness was gradually fading, he was clearly listening to the Creator’s words from beginning to end.

Everything, including the suggestion to become a god.

Why?

At that moment, not even the Creator could read Daesung’s thoughts.

My head is full of emptiness.

what?

At that moment when the Creator tilted his head, Daesung slowly raised his head.

I don’t even know what kind of expression he is making right now.

“Fuck I’m human.”

< .... >

“The bullshit was so long that I almost fell asleep while listening to it.”

That’s Daesung’s answer.

Because it hasn’t been thought through, it has no choice but to be the most honest.

It is an answer that comes from instinct.

< .... >

The Creator’s face crumpled grimly as he felt the emotion of ‘humiliation’ for the first time since he was born.

< Yes. >

Sigh!

A two-pronged chain protruded through the floor.

Kwasik-!

< From your answer, it seems clear that you are an insignificant person. >

One chain covers your head.

The other one pierced through the heart and hit the ceiling beyond.

His limbs went limp and Daesung’s consciousness sank into deep darkness.

quietly.