Chapter 157

Chapter 157

A massive round table stood beneath an endless sky.

Around it sat solemn figures.

The Constellations of the major factions.

Dark storm clouds filled the heavens.

The atmosphere felt as though lightning could strike at any moment.

"...So what you're saying is that Olympus was responsible for killing an Asgard Constellation?"

Ares, one of the Twelve Olympians, asked coldly.

Thor immediately slammed both hands down and shot to his feet.

BANG!

"If not Olympus, then who else could it have been?!"

RUMMMMMBLE!!

His furious voice shook the heavens.

Thunder cracked across the sky.

In the flash of light...

Thor's face was twisted with rage.

The other Constellations of Asgard looked no different.

Every one of them seemed ready to plunge into war at any moment.

Then...

Someone on the Olympus side quietly raised a hand.

Every gaze turned toward him.

Hermes.

"First of all, this makes no sense."

"The fact that Loki suddenly died is absurd enough."

"But Olympus being behind it?"

"That's even more ridiculous."

Hermes rose from his seat.

"Loki may be your younger brother, but shouldn't we look at the situation rationally?"

"What reason would we have to kill Loki?"

"More importantly..."

"Why would we kill another Constellation?"

With practiced eloquence, Hermes began trying to calm the furious Thor.

"There would be no reason for us to accept such losses just to kill him."

"If Olympus and Asgard went to war now..."

"Nothing would remain except mutual destruction."

In other words...

"The only faction that benefits from this situation is Paradise."

"Which gives Olympus even less reason to kill Loki."

It was a perfectly rational conclusion.

One that made complete sense under the circumstances.

But if reason alone had been enough...

This meeting wouldn't have been necessary in the first place.

"Hah!"

"You're only looking at this from your own perspective."

Thor glared at him.

"For all we know, you might have done this to bring Lee Suhyeok over to Olympus."

"What reason do we have to believe anything you say?"

"What reason...?"

Hermes briefly trailed off.

Then his expression became serious.

He looked around at everyone present.

"Even without evidence, you have no choice but to believe us."

"You know better than anyone that we're all bound by the ‘Oath of Nonaggression,’ don't you?"

Several Constellations flinched.

The Oath of Nonaggression.

A covenant that placed each Constellation's own extinction as collateral.

It was even more absolute than an Absolute Contract.

If a Constellation killed another Constellation...

They would immediately be extinguished as well.

That applied even to the highest chief gods of Olympus, Asgard, and Paradise.

"...Keugh."

Thor ground his teeth.

"Even if you bring up the Oath of Nonaggression..."

"It doesn't change the fact that Loki is dead."

"Who knows?"

"You might've found some kind of loophole."

At Thor's words...

The chief gods of Olympus rose in anger.

"We can no longer sit here and listen to this!"

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"Are you saying you want war between us?!"

"How arrogant!"

"No matter how blinded by rage you are, how dare you insult us like this?!"

The Asgard Constellations reacted the same way.

"Hehehe."

"Fine."

"Then I'll start by smashing that mouth of yours."

"Just because we're seated at the same table doesn't mean we're on the same level."

"What did you say?!"

At that moment...

Enormous Ranks collided.

Space itself began to collapse.

Cracks spread through the air like a spiderweb.

The situation was seconds away from becoming open war.

Then...

THUD.

A staff struck the ground.

The raging Ranks scattered instantly.

The fractured space slowly began restoring itself.

"Enough."

"That's enough."

Silence fell at once.

The one who had spoken...

Was Odin.

He had remained silent until now.

"Yes."

"Hermes."

"If we think about this rationally, you're right."

"Because of the Oath of Nonaggression, Olympus should be incapable of killing Loki."

"To deny that any further would only lead to war and mutual destruction."

It seemed as though the situation might finally settle.

But then...

"However..."

"That only applies if one is thinking rationally."

Odin's gaze hardened.

"There is no parent who remains rational after losing a child."

Everyone froze.

"Therefore..."

"Asgard will recognize Loki's death as an act committed by Olympus."

"...!!"

That meant there was no longer any point in negotiation.

War.

Odin rose from his seat.

Every Asgard Constellation stood with him.

"...The next time we meet..."

"One of us will no longer exist."

"Zeus."

Leaving behind that chilling warning...

Odin and the Constellations of Asgard departed.

Meanwhile...

Ruzian had been watching the entire scene from his white space.

He quietly lifted his teacup and took a sip.

Then set it down.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Yes."

"Destroy yourselves."

"You have no place in the Tower that will exist from this point onward."

He rose from his chair.

Then looked toward Suhyeok through the screen.

His voice sank low.

"Only you remain."

"The key that will free me from these infuriating restrictions."

"Player Lee Suhyeok."


The next day.

At last...

The Greatest Martial Arts Tournament Under Heaven began.

Crowds poured into the Martial Alliance grounds.

The inside was on a completely different scale from what they'd seen outside.

"Hah..."

"This place is magnificent every time I see it."

Bong Taesu looked around in admiration as they walked past rows of enormous halls toward the tournament grounds.

"Every single building is just...."

Kim Hyuna laughed softly beside him.

"Pfft."

"Now that you mention it, I remember the first time you came here, Mister Taesu."

"You said it looked exactly like something from a martial arts novel and ran around everywhere until they caught you."

"C-Cough!"

Taesu cleared his throat.

"Didn't we agree to keep that secret?"

Even Suhyeok smiled.

"That sounds exactly like something you'd do."

"So that's why you asked the Alliance Leader yesterday whether there were any spare rooms inside the Martial Alliance."

"You wanted to look around the place first thing in the morning."

"Ahem...."

Taesu looked away.

"Well, thanks to that, we didn't have to wait in line."

"We got in nice and comfortably."

"Though..."

His gaze shifted sideways.

"Miss Yumi doesn't look particularly comfortable."

Lee Yumi was dragging her feet along the ground.

"Uuuugh...."

"I'm completely drained...."

From yesterday through this morning...

The Martial Alliance Leader's overwhelming affection for his granddaughter had apparently taken everything out of her.

Which wasn't surprising.

A twenty-dish breakfast first thing in the morning...

Combined with the Alliance Leader's exhausting enthusiasm...

Who could survive that?

"Never..."

"Never bring me back to the 50th floor again...."

She groaned.

"I'm going to retire from exhaustion, and not because of the tournament."

"It's because of that old man yesterday and today...."

Before long, they reached the tournament entrance.

After showing their entry tokens...

They stepped inside.

[Th-There are so many people, nya!]

[It's like a swarm of ants, nya!]

[Are all of these people participants?!]

Strong descendants of major families who hadn't appeared on the first day were now present.

So were renowned martial artists who could genuinely be considered championship candidates.

And countless other warriors.

Naturally...

There were plenty of mediocre fighters mixed in as well.

Suhyeok glanced at the chat.

More precisely...

At the number of Constellations currently watching the broadcast.

There are far fewer than usual.

Did something happen?

He had asked Leon earlier.

Leon didn't know either.

So Suhyeok couldn't be certain.

But clearly...

Something was going on.

It doesn't matter.

I don't need their sponsorship anymore anyway.

At this point, the help of the Constellations was unnecessary.

Suhyeok already possessed far more Coins than most of them could reasonably provide.

And even aside from that...

They were enemies.

He may have grown somewhat closer to some of them while climbing the Tower after his regression.

But that didn't change the final truth.

They were still enemies.

Suhyeok spread his qi outward.

Like ripples spreading across still water...

Ring-shaped waves of energy rapidly swept over the entire tournament ground.

...As expected.

I can't sense Lee Seha anywhere.

I figured he'd come with an avatar.

There were no suspicious presences.

No one using a human-skin mask.

Aside from Cheon Sohee.

For now...

Suhyeok could only assume Lee Seha was watching from somewhere unseen.

"Looks like everyone made it safely──"

A booming voice rang out.

At the top of a massive hall stood the Martial Alliance Leader.

The moment he spoke...

The noisy crowd fell silent.

Behind him...

An enormous and pure aura rose like Mount Tai.

Everyone could only stare, overwhelmed.

"Haha."

"My apologies."

"Seems this uninvited guest made everyone uncomfortable."

At the Alliance Leader's playful joke...

Laughter spread through the crowd.

The heavy atmosphere relaxed.

"So that's the Alliance Leader...!"

"I've never seen him this close before...!"

"Hah..."

"As expected of the Alliance Leader."

"There's no comparison between him and someone like me."

"Seeing him in person, I can't even guess how strong he truly is."

Suhyeok listened to the admiration around him.

Then looked toward the Alliance Leader.

That reaction is probably natural.

The ideal and goal of countless orthodox martial artists.

The man who had stood at the very front during the great war between the orthodox and demonic factions.

And later...

The man who forged peace with the Heavenly Demon Cult.

Regardless of whether someone belonged to the orthodox or unorthodox factions...

He was a martial artist worthy of respect.

That was one of the reasons Suhyeok had once regarded him as a teacher.

Then...

"As expected, those orthodox fools are so dramatic."

Cheon Sohee stood beside him with a dissatisfied expression.

"If they had even a little more discernment..."

"They'd be cheering for you instead of the Alliance Leader."

She even pouted.

Suhyeok ignored her and glanced toward the seats reserved for the Martial Alliance's major figures.

The seat beside the Alliance Leader was empty.

He asked quietly,

"Aren't you supposed to be up there?"

"This is the first tournament jointly hosted by the Martial Alliance and the Heavenly Demon Cult."

"Are you really allowed to stand down here?"

"It doesn't matter."

Cheon Sohee answered without concern.

"If this lady were present up there, it would only create more confusion."

"The tournament will proceed more smoothly if I'm absent."

So she's being considerate in her own way.

It made sense.

Even after signing a peace agreement...

Public perception of the Heavenly Demon Cult couldn't change overnight.

The same was true of how the Heavenly Demon Cult viewed the orthodox factions.

In other words...

The Martial Alliance and Heavenly Demon Cult...

Orthodox and demonic factions alike...

Still needed time.

"This is merely a formality, but as the Martial Alliance Leader hosting this tournament, I'll give a brief speech before we begin."

A short speech followed.

"Among you are descendants of the Five Great Families."

"Disciples of the Nine Great Sects and One Beggar Sect."

"And even members of the Heavenly Demon Cult."

"All of you came here for the same reason."

"To win this tournament."

And finally...

"The victor..."

"Will personally receive my beloved sword."

"The White Dragon Sword."

That's it.

[The White Dragon Sword has not yet chosen an owner.]

[The Apostle's ‘Fourth Authority’ is contained within the White Dragon Sword.]

[The requirements for becoming its owner are unknown.]

It was an extremely demanding sword.

So demanding that even the Martial Alliance Leader himself hadn't been recognized as its true owner.

And the requirements weren't even revealed.

Apparently...

Suhyeok would have to figure them out himself.

"Therefore..."

"I hope every one of you continues forward toward victory."

The Martial Alliance Leader smiled.

"Now..."

"Let the tournament begin."

The instant his speech ended...

Cheers erupted.

The crowd roared with excitement.

Then Suhyeok casually turned his head.

And among the countless people...

He saw a familiar face.

Suhyeok froze.

It was Lee Seha.

Without a doubt.

But the instant Suhyeok blinked...

The figure vanished like an illusion.

Grind.

Suhyeok clenched his teeth.

...Right.

So you are here.

We'll meet soon.

Lee Seha.

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