A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 20

A malevolent deity from Japanese mythology, possessing eight heads and eight tails—Yamata no Orochi.

After relentless efforts, the Japanese branch of the Tree organization successfully secured a fragment of its body. As befitting an ancient mythical evil, even this mere fragment harboured immense hostility and power.

Thus, it was classified as a Gamma-level entity.

Some protested, questioning why a single tail warranted such a high classification. However, the moment they faced it in the confined isolation chamber, they immediately understood why such a decision had been made. It was something far beyond what mere humans could contain.

Yet, Abeno Takehashi, a descendant of the legendary onmyoji Abeno Seimei, believed he could turn it into his shikigami. After all, it was only a fragment, not the main body—just one of its eight tails.

At the time, Takehashi was a Delta-grade administrator, on the verge of a Gamma-grade evaluation. Overconfident in his talents, he secretly opened the containment chamber during a night shift. The moment he faced Orochi’s tail, he glimpsed a world beyond his understanding.

A frog in the well.

Realizing he had been nothing but that, he stole the tail and fled the Tree. Overnight, he went from a promising administrator to a fugitive entity, forever pursued by the organization’s agents. But it didn’t matter.

He had met a true god, not mere wandering spirits.

Now, standing before Taeseong’s group, Takehashi’s face twisted with devotion.

“Ahh, Orochi-sama! Have you granted us these uncivilized, shameless Joseonjing (Koreans) as today’s meal? I, your most faithful servant, shall prepare them exquisitely for you. Please wait just a little longer!”

(TL : Joseonjing is what Japanese used to call Koreans literally but It has hate tone attached to it because the during the old ages japs colonized and slaved Koreans for a very long time. Its similar to what white people used to call black people in the 90s, the N word )

At those words, Lee Eunha’s face contorted with rage.

“Is this crazy bastard stuck in the colonial era? Uncivilized? Joseonjing? Does he think just because he has a mouth, he can spew anything? You want me to split your skull in half? Who the hell do you think you are?!”

“Deputy Manager, did he just call us administrators?”

Takehashi sneered, his unsettling black eyes narrowing.

“My, my. As expected of uncultured Joseon administrators, your language is quite vulgar.”

( TL : Joseon is the most famous ancient era of Koreans from 1392 to 1897. You might have heard about them in other famous Novels )

“Did this piece of trash just call us Joseonjing again?! I’m gonna—”

Before Eunha could lose her temper, Taeseong cut in.

“You called us administrators. Were you once part of the Tree?”

“I was,” Takehashi replied with a grin. “But no longer. Now, I am merely a priest devoted to the great Yamata no Orochi.”

“Yamata no Orochi?”

“The one true god who will lead this world to salvation. And you shall be offerings for his return. Be honored!”

“What a lunatic,” Eunha muttered.

“Madness does not lie within me, but within this world,” Takehashi retorted. “Now, my brothers, rise. It is time for the feast.”

At his command, the robed followers who had been bowing stood up, their eyes glinting with insatiable greed.

“Joseonjing meat is the best—so chewy and flavorful.”

“Haha, it’s been a while since I had some. They’re getting scarce these days. What a lucky find!”

Judging that further conversation was pointless, Taeseong sprang into action without hesitation, diving headfirst into the crowd. His sword danced with deadly precision.

“Taeseong! Hey, Taeseong! That crazy bastard!”

“I’m in too! Let’s take down these anti-Korean cult freaks!”

Eunha whipped out her calligraphy brush, while Haeyoung flaunted a hidden axe and charged.

Only Gi-jun remained still.

Because he didn’t need to move.

Crack!

With a mere clench of his fist, four cultists surrounding Taeseong had their necks twisted like knot.

‘Is this… telekinesis?’

Taking advantage of the opening, Taeseong’s sword flashed, carving through his enemies like livestock at a slaughterhouse. Each movement was a masterstroke of efficiency, optimized for a single purpose—killing.

Then, suddenly—he stopped.

“…?”

Something felt off.

“Are they… regenerating?”

From behind, Takehashi burst into laughter.

“HAHAHAHA! Have you just realized it? You’re quite impressive for a Joseonjing, but at the end of the day, you’re still one! No matter how much you struggle, you cannot defeat those blessed by Orochi-sama. Prepare to be devoured!”

It wasn’t just enhanced regeneration—it was on an entirely different level.

Despite severing limbs and torsos, everything grew back within seconds.

“This is going to be tough. Targeting the head or heart won’t work. Burning them down might be the only option.”

But none of their team specialized in fire abilities.

That left only one choice.

“HA! How many times must I tell you? Slicing us won’t work! Or have you given up already?”

Taeseong’s eyes darkened.

“If they regenerate endlessly…”

His voice was like ice.

“…then I’ll just have to cut them down until they can’t regenerate anymore.”

“W-what…?”

Takehashi’s laughter died in his throat.

He could only stare in stunned silence at the horrifying spectacle unfolding before him.

“What… what is happening…?”

Even with his own eyes, Takehashi couldn’t keep up with Taeseong’s movements. By the time his gaze caught up, all he could see were the fading afterimages of Lee Taeseong and the shredded remnants of the cultists, sliced into hundreds, even thousands of pieces beyond recognition.

Each time a blue streak of light slashed through the air, cultists around Taeseong vanished one by one. It was then that Takehashi realized—no matter how extraordinary their regeneration was, it meant nothing if they were reduced to dust.

The once-crowded cultists surrounding Taeseong were gone without a trace.

Step. Step.

As Taeseong approached the last one standing, Takehashi, he muttered under his breath,

“You were so talkative earlier, but now you’re as silent as a mouse.”

“…I’ll admit it. For a bunch of primitive Joseonjing, you’re quite something. I think even Lord Orochi would take a liking to you. Why not join me in worshiping—”

Slice.

“…him?”

Thud.

Takehashi’s severed head hit the ground.

But before a second had passed, his head sprouted anew from the cleanly sliced stump.

“Let’s reconsider—”

Slice.

“Orochi-sama is—”

Slice.

“Let me finish—”

Slice.

“You primitive—”

After about a hundred more cuts, Takehashi finally fell silent.

Taeseong, staring at the man who possessed a more persistent regeneration ability than a lizard, scowled in irritation.

“So, if I worship your so-called god, I get to turn into a cockroach like you?”

“You wretched—! Insult me all you want, but I will not forgive any blasphemy against Lord Orochi!”

Before he could finish, Lee Eunha struck Takehashi’s cheek with all her might.

“Shut up, you bastard! How does it feel to get smacked around by a so-called primitive Joseonjing? Huh? Feels great? Say it! Say ‘Long live Korea!’ Repeat after me, you piece of trash! Long live Korea!”

Even after slapping him, her rage remained unchecked, and she continued beating him for over ten minutes. Soon, Oh Haeyoung joined in, adding to the punishment.

Watching the scene from behind, Yu Gi-jun approached Taesung with an exasperated look.

“Wow… they’re brutal. Captain, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“As expected of you, sir. Even watching from behind, I couldn’t keep up with your movements at all. Are all returnees this strong?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, even if you hadn’t been to another dimension, you’d still be ridiculously strong.”

Eunha and Haeyoung returned, looking satisfied. Takehashi was now thoroughly bound by the restraints Eunha had prepared just in case.

“Phew, I feel so much better now. These fanatics only understand pain.”

“Exactly! You bad guy!”

“I never knew I was such a patriot.”

“Even though my mom’s Japanese, I was still pissed.”

“…Wait, you’re mixed?”

“Yeah!”

Taeseong then asked,

“Agent Eunha, what do you plan to do with him?”

“After beating him up a bit, I found out he used to be part of the Tree but went rogue after stealing a specimen. For now, I’ll seal him in one of my paintings and hand him over to the Japanese branch when we meet them.”

“He stole a specimen and ran?”

“Yeah. Remember that Orochi he kept screaming about? That’s a demon from Japanese mythology. Apparently, he stole one of its tails and fled. This forest is like an altar for human sacrifices to Orochi, and, lucky us, we happened to stumble in.”

Taeseong’s gaze shifted to the altar.

Behind the pile of countless corpses lay a colossal tail, carefully placed.

“That’s it?”

“Most likely.”

Without hesitation, Taeseong moved toward the altar. Eunha, sensing something ominous, called out anxiously.

“Taeseong? You’re not thinking of doing something crazy, right? Just so you know, that thing is a Gamma-level specimen. It’s part of an evil god’s body! Get it?”

“Taeseong! Don’t touch it! That Japanese guy said just touching it would grant Orochi’s ‘blessing.’ If a fanatic calls it a blessing, it’s probably a curse! Your mind could get corrupted!”

Despite the flood of concern and warnings from his teammates, Taesung remained unfazed. He simply did what he intended to do.

Standing before the altar, he grasped Orochi’s tail.

“This lunatic…”

“Taeseong!?”

“Captain!?”

And then, without hesitation, he stuffed it into his mouth and began chewing.

Gulp.

From a distance, Takehashi, watching in shock, burst into laughter.

“Hahahaha! Even knowing what it is, you couldn’t resist your greed and sealed your doom! No matter how strong a human you may be, once you’ve ingested Lord Orochi’s flesh, you won’t be able to withstand it! In the end, it’s my victory!”

Merely being exposed to the grudge embedded in Orochi’s tail had corrupted minds. But Taeseong went a step further—touching it wasn’t enough; he had eaten it.

There was no way he could endure it…

“…It’s tougher than I thought.”

Burp.

TL : If you guys don’t like my interpretation during the conversation, let me know.

And here’s the Power level to not get confused :