Han Dae Sung Returned From Hell - Chapter 178

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< A pathetic bastard who doesn't even know what the right answer is...! >

The Creator took a deep breath as he glared at Daesung, who had died with his head and heart pierced by chains.

Humiliation. anger. Dejected. regret. Those emotions are tangled up like a whirlpool, and even though it’s not difficult, my breathing becomes difficult.

< .... >

Among them, the most painful emotion is not contempt.

Despair and regret.

Han Dae-seong was a being who could be the only companion in the new world he would create.

He was the person closest to God, qualified to sit in the same seat and look at the same place as him.

But at the end, I ended up giving the wrong answer.

So I killed him.

Although it was an act solely based on the Creator’s own will…

< Am I being too emotional, uncharacteristic of me...? >

Once again, an emotion that I had never felt before surged up.

It was ‘regret’.

Lastly, I wish I had tried ‘persuasion’ or ‘appeasement’ just once.

< Holy shit. Are you really dead? Open your eyes. >

The creator narrowed his eyes, losing all focus, and patted Daesung’s stiff cheek.

Out of curiosity, I returned all the chains that had pierced his head and heart and bound his limbs to their original places.

However, it was no different from putting spilled water back into the bowl.

Clap and flutter.

Daesung’s body, free from its chains, fell awkwardly to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut.

The blood overflowing from the pierced head and chest dyed the carpet red.

< .... >

Only then did the Creator realize that Daesung was truly dead.

They talk a lot about God and being omnipotent and omnipotent, but

in reality, this is not the case.

If he were truly a ‘God’, a miracle of bringing the dead back to life would have been possible.

However, she does not know how to perform the miracle of reviving a life that has already stopped living.

It is possible to create organic matter, like creating something from nothing, but we do not know how to repair and resurrect the heart of a dead person.

I want to bring someone back to life.

Because I have never had such thoughts before.

It was an ironic thing.

< Damn it...! >

I thought I had finally found someone who could stand on equal footing with me, and this is what happened.

The Creator felt helpless at the fact that he had never been able to escape his loneliness this time.

The feeling of helplessness soon led directly to an uncontrollable instinct for destruction.

< Yes, I was alone when I founded Heaven anyway. It's nothing new. Now that it's like this, I'll kill you all as I please, you scum. >

Perhaps responding to the emotions of the main body, which was filled with passion, the clones unleashed even more gruesome acts than before.

First of all, it was the time when Han Dae-seong’s body, which I didn’t want to see, was going to be pulverized into powder without a trace.

Squeak-.

The door on the left side of the hallway slowly opened.

Soon, beyond the fully opened door, there was Hyejeong, who had fainted, and Jisoo, whose face was covered in tears.

< .... >

The Creator glared at the two with a cold, flashing gaze.

Ah, it was like that. It wasn’t worth worrying about, so I forgot about it for a while.

Those two had been watching the situation here through the gap in the door since a while ago.

In other words, I even saw the scene where Han Dae-seong was pierced by chains and died.

Upon seeing that, one person fainted with a pale complexion, and the other person cried and cried like crazy.

Looking at the reaction,

“I guess this guy is flesh and blood?”

The Creator walked towards the two, twisting the corner of his mouth in a bizarre way.

However, Jisoo, who was helping the fainting Hyejeong, could not see the creator.

All he could see was Daesung, who was lying on the floor with his cold body.

“Oh oppa…. Heuk oh oppa. “Open your eyes, brother, please…!”

I wanted to go and shake her body to wake her up, but I couldn’t because Hyejeong had fainted.

Jeopuk-.

The creator suddenly approached Jisoo, who was sobbing, unable to do either this or that.

< They are so weak that it's hard to believe that they share the same blood as them. >

It worked out just fine.

My anger towards Han Dae-seong hasn’t gone away yet.

The creator looked down at Jisoo with bloodshot eyes and said.

< I'll make you die in such a miserable way that you'll feel resentful of those bugs. >

The Creator slightly bent his waist and slowly stretched out his palms toward the two.

and.

Wow!

Blood splattered everywhere, soaking the walls and ceiling of the central hallway.

Not Jisoo and Hyejeong’s.

The blood of the Creator.

Passssut-!

Dark red blood poured out like a fountain from the cross section of the severed neck.

As Jisoo stared at this in confusion, a man’s voice sounded in his ears.

“Don’t touch the monarch’s family with those dirty hands.”

Bubbly-!

The severed flesh of the neck boiled like foam. The Creator turned his restored face and confirmed the identity of the voice.

Melcanon.

Using the transfer spell, he quickly reached the central hallway and was standing in front of Daesung’s body, glaring at his creator.

Leading a body covered in blood just as much as Daesung.

The criss-cross tendons twitched at the Creator’s temple.

< ...Aren't you dead yet? >

“What’s the Creator like when you can’t even clean up after yourself properly? Doesn’t your conscience prick you? Rudra.”

< .... >

“Rudra, the source of destruction. Yes I know that name. “I briefly heard a legend about an entity that destroys the world of descending tribes.”

The Creator, or ‘Rudra’, felt anger boiling in his heart.

Because I was sarcastically asked if I was the Creator? Or is it because something insignificant carelessly mentions its true name?

no.

< I didn't destroy the world because I liked it... >

More than that, it was because something insignificant was scratching a part that shouldn’t be touched.

Rudra’s hair, immersed in wrath, was engulfed in a ray of light and flickered like a flame.

< The world couldn't accept me! But what? Source of destruction? Don't be funny! As if the omniscient and omnipotent God were some kind of disaster...! >

“Isn’t it a disaster? “I thought we were all going to die because of you.”

< This guy...! >

The moment Rudra took long strides towards Melcanon with the intention of tearing off his limbs and killing him.

Qua-ang!

A great sword suddenly shot through the floor and set Rudra’s body on fire.

It was the Eophwa Great Sword.

The Flame Greatsword, which created the fire magic, transferred to Melcanon’s hand.

Magnus, the heroic spirit on the great sword, willingly allowed Melcanon’s hand.

“If the owner falls down for a moment, will the sword disappear?”

The flame fired through the sword pierced through the flames that engulfed Rudra once more.

Quaaaaang-! Quaaaaang-!

A series of violent roars rang out, enough to shake the entire castle.

The clones nearby all rushed at Melcanon.

Suddenly!

A storm of blades was released from the other hand that was not holding the sword. The shadows swept away by the silver energy disappeared like dust and reappeared again and again.

< Continue. >

Quaaaaang-! Quaaaaang-!

Rudra’s voice came out amidst the heavy rain of coals.

Beyond the blazing flames, I could see Rudra walking along, constantly restoring his body.

< No matter how hard the ants try, they cannot bring down the mountain. >

I know.

No matter how many flame bullets or blade storms he throws, he cannot inflict any significant damage on Rudra.

But this struggle itself was absolutely meaningless.

‘The monarch is someone who has no limits.’

Because Melcanon was confident that he would come back to life.

It is not a vague belief. It is not a hope that is forced upon oneself.

Melcanon was very rational. Now that I have met my worst enemy, I have become more calm than ever.

That is the conclusion reached with coldness.

He was confident because he was also a summoned beast entangled in the same magic circuit as Daesung.

‘The monarch is still alive!’

***

Yes, Daesung was still alive.

Caught on the borderline between life and death.

“….”

Daesung, who was floating in the vast sea of darkness, slowly opened his eyes.

The scenery itself was familiar, but the feeling was different.

This is not the ‘origin of the Earth’.

Then, where on earth is this place?…

< We don't even know where it is. >

< We just made a hasty build today. >

< I guess we'll just call it the 'assembly area'. No. What’s important about the name? >

< Okay. Things like names aren't important. What’s important is that this guy has finally opened his eyes.’ ‘I’m almost tired of waiting.’ Voices intertwined randomly and echoed majestically in the vast sea of darkness. As I felt when I first encountered the 'source of the earth', voices that seemed to stir up not just hearing but the 'five senses' themselves. A sense of being spoken to by beings that are not 'living beings' but have transcended a more distant realm. Then, < Are you out of your mind? >

Daesung opened his eyes wide.

Even in the darkness, where there was no boundary between land and sky, I could see beings whose majesty was clearly revealed.

Those beings that I have no idea how to express or describe.

If abstraction were made tangible, would it look like this?

Right then.

The ‘beings’ finally revealed their identity to Daesung, who opened his eyes.

< We are the origins of the higher dimension that you destroyed. >

That moment.

Daesung’s heartbeat beat loudly.

Before he could think with his head, he used his instincts to find the Eohwa Great Sword.

If the identity of those beings is the ‘source of the higher dimension’, then they are enemies who must be killed and their fragments taken.

The fragments were like limbs to the ‘source’, and taking them away was tantamount to declaring war.

How much less that not one, but five would appear at once!

Daesung’s hand waved in the air pitifully as he tried to grasp the hilt of the sword.

But

“….”

There was nothing in my hand.

While Daesung is sweating coldly and looking at his empty, empty hands.

Five sources spoke to me.

< If you left your sword behind in this world, what does it mean to look for it now? >

< It's a pity to look at it, so stop. And anyway, we have no intention of fighting with you. >

< It's not in line with your pride to attack someone who has become a corpse in the hope of defeating him. >

Stop.

The moment he heard the word ‘burial’, Daesung’s body stiffened. And then I remembered.

‘It was like that.’

The fact that he was killed by his creator before he opened his eyes here.

I let out a sigh without realizing it.

This darkness unfolding before my eyes felt so distant.

‘family. Mom and Jisoo…’

I looked around with desperate eyes.

Of course, there was no passage in sight and there was no way to force open the path.

‘Then the method is…!’

I have no choice but to fight against those ‘sources’ and somehow get out of here.

After pledging his resolve, Daeseong turned again to face the sources and spoke.

“Come at me.”

< Why dare you attack me? Are you out of your mind when you just woke up? We have no intention of fighting with you. >

“….”

Daesung’s mind became confused at the sudden declaration of peace.

You don’t want to fight?

‘The Source of the Earth’ warned that the sources of higher dimensions would definitely come out as hostile.

Daesung wondered if he was lying, so he activated his ‘Eye of Fortune’.

However, perhaps because he was dead, the only response from the system was silence.

Daesung asked cautiously, without letting his guard down.

“If you don’t want to fight me, why did you suddenly appear in front of me?”

< Because I want to help. >

“….”

< No, whatever. In fact, we are still disliking you. Because we arbitrarily killed the ruler of the planet we oversee and took his lifestone. >

The being at the center of the five sources said this in an awkward voice.

Daeseong was able to realize that the source, vaguely shaped like a Titan, was the entity that governed ‘Atlas’.

< But do you know who is more obnoxious than you? Rudra is that bitch. >

“Who is Rudra?”

< The bitch who killed you. That bitch who praises herself as the creator while only knowing how to cause trouble. >

Were the origins enraged by Rudra’s story? The dark vast sea shook like land hit by a tsunami.

It is an overwhelming force that seems as if if you lose your mind even for a moment, your remaining soul will disappear.

While Daesung was frowning and gathering his wits, Geunwon continued.

< It's not just the origins of higher dimensions like us. Below, even the origins of dimensions smaller than dust are deeply resentful of Rudra. > < Because he established the dimension tree, our star had to be trapped in frozen time. > < But origins like us are abstract . Because it is a conceptual entity, it cannot have any influence on the present world. Even though we have the same origin, Rudra, who runs around as she pleases, is a mutant. A mutation brought about by the macrocosm. >

Daeseong did not fuss and silently listened to the lamentations of the origins.

This is because I had an intuition that listening to their stories was the only way to the ‘best’ path.

< We were wondering how to get rid of Rudra and came to a conclusion among ourselves. > < Among the beings in this world, you are the only one who can stand against Rudra. >

Daeseong and Rudra.

When asked which of the two is more hateful, the sources chose the latter without hesitation.

Because Rudra was the one who caused this whole situation in the first place.

And

< You just chose what action you had to take to protect the world you live in. Just because you hate us, we can’t deny that. >

“….”

< That would be good. The source of this star. “I can’t believe I have someone as strong as you as a resident.” “So what’s the point?” It is unlikely that the sources of higher dimensions gathered together just to chat like this. Rudra will still be rampaging outside. When Daesung became impatient and asked what the point was, the source of ‘Atlas’ spoke on behalf of the other sources. < I will give you our fragments one by one. Take it back to this world and give Rudra a few punches to that bitch’s face. Even our share. >