Category: A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 41

    “A dangerous entity…”

    “Did you know?”

    Taeseong shook his head. He had been aware that Sooah might be classified as a dangerous entity, but this was the first time he was hearing the term “Red.”

    He asked,

    “What does Red mean?”

    “You should already know this, but from the Tree’s perspective, there isn’t much distinction between administrators and entities. In other words, all administrators can be classified as entities at any time.”

    “Yeah.”

    “Among them, those the Tree deems dangerous are designated as dangerous entities. There are four classification colors in total.”

    “……”

    “Black means unconditional elimination, so it’s practically never applied to administrators. Red requires elimination without exception if the entity goes berserk. Orange means suppression in the event of berserk behaviour. Green means no action is taken until the entity calms down.”

    “So since Sooah is classified as Red, that means she’ll be eliminated if she goes berserk.”

    “That’s right.”

    Taeseong’s eyes blazed. A thick killing intent rose from his entire body, filling the surrounding space.

    “…Those bastards. Just what gives them the right to decide they can eliminate my sister? Tell me, Xiao Yun.”

    “Calm yourself, Lee Taeseong.”

    “Calm? You think I can stay calm? Even if you knew your sibling was wearing a bomb collar that could go off at any moment?”

    The suffocating killing intent spread further. Even Xiao Yun, who was well-acquainted with such an aura, found himself taken aback by its intensity.

    ‘Just what is this man…?’

    After a moment of controlled breathing, Taeseong withdrew his aura. The shaking table finally settled. He knew.

    No matter how much anger he expressed here, nothing would change.

    And Xiao Yun, of all people, wasn’t the one to direct it at.

    “So where is Sooah now? Is she definitely in the Japan Branch?”

    “From what I found, she seems to be away on a mission at the moment.”

    “Her unit?”

    “She’s in a special team directly under the department chief. It’s nominally called a special team, but in reality, it exists to facilitate the chief’s external activities. So it doesn’t have an official designation.”

    Taeseong frowned in confusion.

    “A special team under the chief?”

    “Yes. That crazy woman… No, your sister’s mentor, Yukina, is the Japan Branch’s administrative chief. She holds the same Beta rank as me.”

    “You know her?”

    “I’ve seen her a few times since we’re both Betas. As you can imagine, she’s not normal. Then again, whether there’s anyone among the administrators who can even be called normal is questionable.”

    Not only was Sooah classified as a Red-level dangerous entity, but her supposed mentor was a major figure in the Japan Branch’s administrative division.

    At that moment, Taeseong truly grasped just how high Xiao Yun’s level of authority was.

    ‘If I want access to this kind of information on my own, the only way is to get promoted as quickly as possible.’

    “Drink?”

    Taeseong nodded and clinked his bottle against Xiao Yun’s once more.

    Gulp. Gulp.

    Maybe it was the lingering anger, but the harsh liquor that had previously burned his throat now barely registered.

    “As I mentioned before, I’ve lost most of my memories. That includes most of my memories of my sister. I don’t know what she went through while I was swept away in the dimensional transfer.”

    “……”

    “If you know anything about her, I want you to tell me everything. I’ll repay the favour in any way you ask.”

    Taeseong locked eyes with Xiao Yun, his expression deadly serious, then slowly bowed his head.

    Xiao Yun watched him, then smiled softly.

    He had intended to share this information anyway.

    His whole reason for coming here was to provide Taeseong with information about his sister.

    Besides, after everything that had happened, Xiao Yun had grown to like Taeseong. Their conversation just now had raised his opinion even further.

    Seeing Taeseong struggling to find his sister resonated with him—it felt too similar to his own past.

    Still, it was surprising to see someone as reckless as Taeseong acting so politely.

    The man Xiao Yun knew wasn’t the type to be bound by things like rank or position.

    ‘If our situations were reversed, I probably would’ve done the same.’

    “A favor, huh… Well, just share a drink with me sometime when I’m feeling lonely.”

    “That’s enough for you?”

    Xiao Yun shook his bottle and chuckled.

    “As you know, I don’t have the best reputation. Finding a proper drinking companion isn’t easy.”

    “Well, yeah. Not many people would want to sit across from someone who rips their own arm off without hesitation and share a drink.”

    “…You’re really one to talk.”

    The two exchanged looks before simultaneously letting out small laughs.

    They both knew they were joking to ease the tension, but the absurdity of the situation itself made it amusing.

    “Anticipating this, I also looked into how Lee Sooah joined the Tree.”

    “There’s a separate file on that?”

    Xiao Yun nodded.

    “Lee Taeseong. This is the Tree. Whatever you imagine, you can expect to see something beyond it.”

    Taeseong thought Xiao Yun’s manner of speech kept fluctuating, but considering the man was over three hundred years old, he decided to let it slide.

    “Alright.”

    “Then I should start from the point after you disappeared.”


    A month had passed since Lee Taeseong, a Republic of Korea Army captain and the youngest officer slated for promotion to major, had disappeared.

    The once lively household, filled with laughter, had lost all traces of its former warmth.

    They had reported him missing to the police, but the only response they received was that the investigation was still ongoing. Meanwhile, the military unit he had belonged to remained completely silent.

    Looking back, they realized they didn’t even know which unit their son had served in. A meeting with his commanding officer was out of the question, and they couldn’t even obtain a shred of information.

    Despite filing numerous petitions to the Ministry of National Defense, all they ever got in return was the same bureaucratic response from military personnel: “We are searching for him as well.”

    “Taeseong… Where on earth are you…?”

    Their son had vanished overnight, leaving behind not a single trace, as if he had evaporated from existence.

    Realizing that relying on government agencies had its limits, they decided to take matters into their own hands.

    They poured their savings into hiring private investigators and posted online notices with a hefty reward for any information regarding their missing son. Every morning, they went out to distribute flyers.

    They exhausted every means available to them—leveraging their connections, searching, searching, searching, and searching again.

    “Mom, where did Oppa go…? He promised to play with me…”

    “Sooah, just wait a little longer. Oppa will be back soon. You’re a good girl, so let’s wait patiently, okay?”

    “Okay… I want to see Oppa soon too.”

    Yet, as if mocking their desperate prayers, an entire year passed with no progress.

    It was as if Lee Taeseong had truly disappeared from the face of the earth.

    Naturally, his parents’ mental state deteriorated. The more they focused on finding Taeseong, the more time his younger sister, Sooah, spent alone.

    The home that once overflowed with laughter now echoed with silence.

    And then, a few days later, Taeseong’s parents died.

    The cause was a traffic accident.

    A truck driver, unable to fight off sleepiness, had run a red light. Their condition was already so critical that they were pronounced dead at the scene, even before an ambulance could arrive.

    “Tsk, tsk… That poor child, left all alone. Weren’t her parents well-known prosecutors?”

    “Both parents dead, and the eldest son missing? You really never know what life has in store… Who would’ve thought a family that seemed so happy could end up like this overnight?”

    “I heard he was too righteous for his own good and made some enemies higher up… Doesn’t this all seem suspicious? Something smells off, don’t you think?”

    “Hey, watch your mouth! The only thing that stinks is that damn gossip of yours! You don’t say things like that in front of kids!”

    “Oh, come on, it’s just a figure of speech.”

    Many questions surrounded their deaths, but the case was wrapped up with startling speed.

    The truck driver fully admitted to his crime, as if someone wanted the incident buried as quickly as possible.

    And just like that, Sooah became an orphan overnight.

    The ones who stepped in to help with her parents’ funeral were none other than the soldiers from Taeseong’s unit—

    The HID Special Operations Counter-Terrorism Unit.

    Each of them had been searching for Taeseong in their own way, and upon hearing the news, they pooled their own money to support Sooah.

    “Mom… Dad…”

    At the time, Sooah felt as if everything happening around her was a dream—hazy and unreal.

    It was her mind’s defense mechanism, an instinctive response to survive the unbearable shock.

    But that suppressed emotion soon found a target.

    She directed all her hatred toward the unjust world that had taken everything from her—

    And toward the very person she blamed for it all: Lee Taeseong.

    Of course, Taeseong wasn’t at fault.

    He hadn’t chosen to be swept away by dimensional transfer.

    He wasn’t responsible for their parents’ deaths.

    But to an eight-year-old girl, none of that mattered.

    In her eyes, her brother was the source of all her misfortune.

    That was when it began.

    The once bright and cheerful girl started to harbor flames of resentment toward the world.

    And then, one day, the flames came.

    Just as her brother had disappeared without a trace, so too did the fire arrive without warning.

    [Child, if you make a contract with me, I will grant you the power to burn everything in this world.]

    She accepted.

    And on that day—A wildfire engulfed an entire mountain in Gangwon Province.

    Sensing the anomaly, administrators from The Tree arrived at the scene.

    Their immediate decision was to eliminate the entity known as Pure Flame.

    The field administrator had deemed suppression impossible.

    And that judgment had been correct.

    Had they hesitated any longer, it wouldn’t have been just a mountain—an entire city could have gone up in flames.

    But then, someone appeared.

    It was Yukina, the Beta-ranked administrator from Japan.

    She had been in Korea for a mission when she happened to witness the disaster.

    With a mere gesture, she extinguished the raging inferno.

    Then, she spoke.

    “Child, you carry a flame within you that you cannot control. Tell me, what is it that you resent so deeply?”

    “……”

    “Will you come with me?”

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 40

    “Transmigrant?”

    “Yeah. Unlike you Returnees, it refers to those who came from another world. In other words, those who weren’t originally from here.”

    Xiao Yun drank straight from the bottle.

    Unlike usual, he seemed unusually serious.

    He was such an unpredictable person that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

    Taeseong reached out his hand.

    “Give me a drink too.”

    “Of course.”

    When Xiao Yun handed over the bottle, Taeseong also drank straight from it.

    The lukewarm liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach.

    Though it wasn’t hot, his throat and stomach heated up in an instant.

    It was a strong liquor.

    “Bitter.”

    “Is that so? I like the taste. When I drink this, even if just for a moment, it feels like I’m back home.”

    “…….”

    The word “home” made Taeseong pause in thought. Somehow, he felt that Xiao Yun’s situation wasn’t all that different from his own.

    “Isn’t it strange? From your perspective, I’m an Otherworlder. Can you imagine what I felt when I found this liquor from my world existing here?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “Resentment.”

    “For what?”

    “For the fact that something exists here that keeps me from forgetting the world I came from.”

    “I don’t understand. How is such a thing possible?”

    “I don’t know. But is there anything in this world that we truly understand?”

    “……I suppose not.”

    Dimensional Transfer, Transmigrators, Possessed Ones, Returnees, Anomalies, Creatures, Entities, Spirits, Yokai, Abilities, Elementals, Curses, Magic, Folklore, Myths, Legends, and countless other phenomena and beings.

    And the organization known as Tree, which governs and controls them all.

    How much of it did they truly understand?

    “That’s how it is. I don’t even know why I ended up in this world.”

    “…….”

    Taeseong had no words to spare. He, too, could relate to Xiao Yun’s words.

    Before being swept up in the Dimensional Transfer, Lee Taeseong had, strictly speaking, been an ordinary human.

    Of course, his profession had been far from what most would call normal, but it was still within the realm of human affairs.

    If he hadn’t experienced Dimensional Transfer, would he ever have realized that this hidden side of the world existed?

    Why had he been caught up in the transfer?

    Since when had this world taken on this form?

    Why did beings from other worlds keep drifting into this one?

    He knew nothing.

    To Taeseong, this world was filled with nothing but the incomprehensible.

    “The researchers at Tree use terms like ‘Multiverse’ broadly and ‘Parallel Universe’ more specifically.”

    “Multiverse?”

    “Simply put, it means that countless worlds similar to this one could exist. That’s why a liquor from my world could also exist here.”

    As Taeseong mulled over those words, he slowly nodded. It seemed plausible enough.

    “There’s no need to overthink it. This is just one of many theories, after all. Lee Taeseong, do you know the term ‘Murim’?”

    Hearing the word “Murim,” Taeseong instinctively thought of Team Leader Taesan.

    —Do you know what my title was there? It was Blood Sea Fist Demon. I only swung my fists to survive, but that title stuck. They said I created a sea of blood from the people I killed… Hah, ridiculous.

    “I’ve heard of the term ‘Murim Returnees’ before.”

    “That’s right. They may not have all come from the exact same world, but since they’re all labeled with ‘Murim,’ there must be a common foundation. I was a Murim warrior. We also called it the Jianghu.”

    Taeseong didn’t respond and simply listened calmly.

    “I was the head of a rather large clan.”

    “…….”

    “Tang Unryong. That is my real name.”

    Even the one who spoke it seemed unfamiliar with the name, his lips moving awkwardly as if it had been a long time since he last uttered it.

    Taeseong stared into his eyes.

    In the eyes of Xiao Yun—no, Tang Unryong—the world he had been born in was lost in the past.

    “The Greatest in Sichuan. The Head of the Tang Clan of Sichuan. One of the Ten Greatest Masters Under Heaven. The Poison Demon Divine Doctor. I had many names, but…”

    “…….”

    “In the end, I was just someone’s older brother.”

    Taeseong grabbed the bottle without a word and took two swigs before speaking.

    “You must have cherished your sibling.”

    Xiao Yun nodded.

    “Though we didn’t share a drop of blood, they were my only family. They were terrible at expressing emotions, always acting indifferent, but deep down, they were a soft-hearted child. My only wish was to see them meet a good partner and build a happy family.”

    His calm voice carried a yearning that even time couldn’t conceal.

    Only then did Taeseong understand why Xiao Yun had reacted so sensitively to the word “sibling.”

    “…Is that why you joined Tree?”

    Xiao Yun answered with a faint smile.

    “That’s right. Since I got swept up in this damned transfer, that kid is probably acting as the temporary head now. They’ll be pretending nothing is wrong, all while struggling against the unrest within the clan and the parasites trying to take advantage. On the outside, they’ll seem calm, but inside, they’ll be burning up with anxiety.”

    Then he added—

    “I have to go back. For them, if nothing else.”

    It wasn’t something he was saying to Taeseong. It was a vow to himself.

    A promise that he would return.

    “Did Tree offer you a deal? That if you worked as an administrator here, they would send you back to your original world?”

    “In a way. But you’re a Returnee yourself, so you should know. From the beginning, our choices have always been limited.”

    “That’s true.”

    This insane man was like a past version of himself.

    Someone who had suddenly fallen into an unknown world, desperately struggling to return home.

    Taeseong recalled his own bloodied self, climbing a mountain—overlapping with the man before him.

    “If Tree doesn’t keep their promise, what will you do?”

    “Then I’ll handle things my way.”

    He meant he would become Tree’s enemy.

    For a moment, Taeseong pictured Xiao Yun, classified as a Beta-grade entity, standing against the administrators—including himself.

    “How old do I look?”

    Xiao Yun’s sudden question made Taeseong glance at him before answering honestly.

    “Thirty?”

    “Around the age of eighty, I underwent rejuvenation, and it’s been over two hundred years since I arrived here. So at the very least, I must be over three hundred years old. I stopped counting after that.”

    As it turned out, the man before him was older than even his great-great-grandfather’s grandfather.

    Come to think of it, at some point, Taeseong had started speaking informally to him.

    ‘Didn’t I even tear off his arm?’

    Reading the expression on Taeseong’s face, Xiao Yun playfully remarked,

    “Are you thinking of speaking formally now?”

    “Not a chance.”

    “Good. That’s more like you.”

    Now that he knew Xiao Yun’s true age, his way of speaking somehow felt different.

    Since things had already come this far, Taeseong decided to ask all the questions he had in mind.

    “How did you get that name?”

    “By coincidence, the first place I opened my eyes was a country called China, which had a culture and geography strikingly similar to where I used to live. After I went around ripping heads off and tearing limbs from the pests who picked fights with me, the administrators of the Tree came looking for me.”

    “The Tree intervened, then.”

    Xiao Yun nodded.

    “Of course. Giving an identity to an unknown outsider is a trivial matter for them.”

    “Have you ever heard of someone called the Blood Sea Fist Demon?”

    Having emptied another bottle, Xiao Yun pulled a new one from his coat and took a drink. The way he downed that bitter, burning liquor without so much as a change in expression suggested he was quite the drinker.

    “The Blood Sea Fist Demon? What’s with that cringeworthy nickname?”

    “……”

    Hearing such words from a man over three hundred years old felt strange.

    Xiao Yun, who had been drinking, suddenly seemed to remember something.

    “Oh…! Are you talking about that big guy? I think his nickname had something with ‘Fist Demon’ in it…”

    “He’s at least a head taller than me. If I had to compare, he’s like… a bear of a man.”

    “Right. I remember now… Among the rising experts of the dark underworld, there was one with that nickname. He trained his external techniques to the extreme, reaching the state of being impenetrable to swords and blades. Why are you asking about him all of a sudden?”

    “The captain of my management team is the Blood Sea Fist Demon.”

    “…Is that true?”

    “I’m not certain if they’re the same person, but their publicly available information matches.”

    Xiao Yun fell into thought.

    If they had truly come from the same world, then for Xiao Yun, this was an opportunity to meet someone who could talk about his homeland.

    “Thanks. That’s valuable information.”

    “I’m glad if it helped. You should meet him sometime if you get the chance.”

    “I will. But… are you sure you don’t remember anything?”

    “Only fragmented pieces. Most of my memories are gone. Why do you ask?”

    “You must have noticed, but the wolf summoned by Captain Yato isn’t just an ordinary shikigami. It’s a being from another world, like me. Yet when it saw you, it tucked its tail and immediately submitted. Even now, it’s buried in your shadow.”

    As if in response, a tail flicked up from within his shadow.

    “Logically speaking, doesn’t it seem like you have some connection to it?”

    “It does seem that way… but I can’t be certain. Maybe we were connected in the past.”

    With a solemn look, Xiao Yun took another swig from his bottle before passing it to Taeseong.

    “You and I both have quite the fateful existence.”

    When Taeseong lifted the bottle to his lips, nothing came out.

    It was empty.

    “You old man…”

    Grinning, Xiao Yun pulled yet another bottle from his coat.

    “So when you hit three hundred, do you unlock the ability to conjure liquor from your pocket?”

    “Heh. Of course. Don’t underestimate the elderly.”

    Taeseong couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief.

    This time, they each held their bottles and lightly clinked them together.

    For two people who had once torn each other’s arms off, it was a surprisingly warm scene.

    Gulp. Gulp.

    Before he knew it, Taeseong’s face had begun to flush.

    Maybe it was the alcohol, but his thoughts started to wander.

    Though the conversation had been brief, he had gained a rough understanding of Xiao Yun’s past and what kept him going in this place.

    But Xiao Yun hadn’t called him here just to reminisce.

    The real discussion was about to begin.

    Xiao Yun was the first to speak.

    “My security clearance level is equal to my administrator level. In other words, I can access any classified documents below my rank without any special effort.”

    “……”

    “Even if those documents contain information about another administrator’s identity.”

    Taeseong asked,

    “So what’s your clearance level?”

    Xiao Yun gave him an incredulous look.

    “Wait… you seriously didn’t know my level until now?”

    “You never told me. How was I supposed to know?”

    “……”

    Sighing, Xiao Yun spoke in a low voice.

    “Beta.”

    He had expected some kind of reaction, but as usual, Taeseong simply nodded without much change in expression.

    “Anyway, I used my clearance to access the classified file containing your sister’s information.”

    “And?”

    “No. 4427. Japan Branch Administrator. Lee Sooah. Nationality: Korean. Clearance Level: Delta. Age: 17. Special designation…”

    Taking a slow breath, Xiao Yun continued.

    “Red-Level Threat.”

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 39

    “Stop.”

    This command was directed not at Xiao Yun, but at Wairang.

    As soon as Taeseong was attacked, Wairang shot out from the shadows like lightning. However, Xiao Yun effortlessly subdued him.

    All of this happened in less than a second.

    Taeseong looked at his torn-off arm.

    Only now grasping the situation, the Korean administrators rushed to his side.

    “You son of a—!”

    “Taeseong!”

    “Everyone, prepare for battle!”

    Oh Haeyoung gripped her axe, glaring at Xiao Yun.

    Yu Gi-jun was readying his psychokinesis to strike Xiao Yun’s head.

    Meanwhile, Lee Eunha calmly analyzed the situation.

    A moment of imminent confrontation.

    Unexpectedly, it was Taeseong who stopped them.

    “I’m fine.”

    There was only one reason Taeseong made this decision.

    ‘If a fight breaks out, I can’t guarantee my team’s survival.’

    If he were alone, he wouldn’t have hesitated to charge at Xiao Yun.

    No matter how strong the opponent, Taeseong’s way was to eliminate them thoroughly, by any means necessary.

    And he was confident he could do so.

    But this was different.

    He didn’t know exactly what Xiao Yun was, but it was clear—this was an opponent beyond comparison with any administrator he had encountered before.

    Fighting someone like that while protecting his team was beyond his current ability.

    Taeseong glanced at his teammates.

    The Korean administrators knew Xiao Yun was a Beta-ranked administrator.

    That much was evident from the slight tremble in their hands.

    ‘Well, not that he seriously intended to kill me from the start…’

    Taeseong was certain because of the killing intent.

    Xiao Yun was someone who could control his killing intent freely.

    Proof of that was how he had deliberately let his killing intent leak when lunging at Taeseong.

    If he had truly intended to kill him, he would have hidden it instead.

    “You… you’re the real deal.”

    Taeseong’s guess was right on the mark.

    Xiao Yun was known as a ‘madman’ even among the Tree administrators. His actions were completely unpredictable.

    There was only one reason he had acted this way toward Taeseong.

    Curiosity.

    It was simple.

    He just wanted to.

    “See? Those Gamma and Beta rankings don’t mean a damn thing. Strong ones are just strong. Don’t you think?”

    “How tiresome. Why are you Tree administrators so obsessed with testing people?”

    “Hahaha! Right? Everyone here is like that.”

    “You laugh after tearing off someone’s arm… Looks like you’re just as insane.”

    As Taeseong continued his sharp remarks, the other administrators’ faces changed by the second.

    It felt like watching a terrorist desperately trying to detonate a giant bomb at any moment.

    Then—

    Squish.

    Rip!

    “Ah, sorry. My bad. Guess I went a little overboard with my joke? As an apology, I made it fair. I tore mine off too. Feel better now?”

    Xiao Yun casually tossed his own severed left arm to the ground.

    The other administrators, seeing this, clamped their hands over their mouths in shock.

    At that moment, they all had the same thought.

    ‘This guy is absolutely insane.’

    Only Taeseong remained expressionless as he muttered,

    “Tear off the other one too.”

    This time, the administrators all shared another thought.

    ‘This bastard is just as insane.’

    “The other one? Hmm… sure, why not? Ah… now I have no hands, huh?”

    “I’ll help.”

    Taeseong approached Xiao Yun and, with his fully regenerated right arm, tore off the other one.

    Rip!

    Even as his arm was being torn off, Xiao Yun simply grinned.

    “Happy now?”

    “I’ll let it go this time, out of respect for your effort.”

    The administrators, witnessing this insane conversation, gave up on trying to understand anything.

    Just then, the door swung open, and Yato and Ito stepped inside—

    Only to freeze at the scene before them.

    Xiao Yun’s severed arms lay on the floor, blood pooled around them.

    And standing before him, Taeseong was completely unscathed.

    “…S-Shao Yun Administrator? What the hell is this…?”

    “What, don’t tell me… the commander did this?”

    Somehow, Ito’s way of addressing Taeseong had changed to ‘commander.’

    Xiao Yun looked at them and spoke playfully.

    “Yeah. Taeseong is really strong, you know? I got bored and picked a fight, and, well, this happened. Is he really just Delta-ranked?”

    Yato’s pupils trembled.

    Her gaze toward Taeseong was now filled with both fear and awe.

    Meanwhile, in Ito’s eyes, admiration and reverence burned.

    “Just who are you…?”

    “Commander…! You’re truly an incredible person!”

    Xiao Yun turned back to Taeseong and asked,

    “Taeseong. Are you a Returner?”

    Taeseong nodded.

    “I thought so. Where from?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “Lost your memory, huh? Earlier, you seemed to make some kind of deal with Ito… mind sharing?”

    Taeseong answered, sounding disinterested.

    “The loser of our duel obeys the winner’s command.”

    “Why that kind of bet?”

    “To get information about my younger sibling.”

    At the mention of ‘sibling,’ the playfulness vanished from Xiao Yun’s face.

    “A sibling, huh… What’s their name?”

    “Do I need to tell you that?”

    “Who knows? I might be able to help.”

    “Stay out of it.”

    Taeseong suspected that Xiao Yun held a high-ranking administrator position or something similar.

    But he had no intention of revealing his sibling’s name.

    He judged that obtaining information from Xiao Yun was not worth the risk of him taking interest in his sibling.

    “Alright. If you insist.”

    Xiao Yun unexpectedly backed off without argument.

    Then, he moved his severed arms, making them float into the air.

    The detached limbs drifted toward their original positions—

    And as soon as they touched, threads and needles appeared out of nowhere, swiftly stitching them back together.

    Everyone stared blankly at the bizarre sight.

    “…….”

    Like a skilled surgeon performing a flawless operation, Xiao Yun reattached his arms in an instant.

    Flexing his fingers, he grinned in satisfaction.

    “What’s with those faces?”

    “…That’s quite the odd skill.”

    “As if growing back an arm is any less odd.”

    Taeseong fell silent, conceding the point.

    “Oh, right. I promised a reward.”

    Xiao Yun turned toward Gi-Jun and Haeyoung.

    The two flinched, frantically waving their hands in protest.

    “Wh-What do you want? We don’t need anything! Just stay away from us!”

    “M-Me too! Please, just don’t pull my arms off!”

    Xiao Yun casually ignored them and approached, pressing their acupoints.

    His speed was so astonishing that Gi-jun and Haeyoung only realized what had happened after they found themselves unable to move.

    Xiao Yun grabbed their arms, then swiftly pulled out needles from his sleeve and began inserting them.

    Only after that did Gi-jun and Haeyoung regain control over their bodies, experiencing the same sensation—Not only did their previously blocked qi flow freely, but their entire bodies surged with strength.

    “What is this? This refreshing feeling…”

    “Gi-jun! My body is overflowing with energy!”

    Both stared at Xiao Yun in bewilderment.

    Xiao Yun grinned brightly.

    “A reward. I promised, didn’t I?”

    With that, he turned and walked out the door.

    As he left the training hall and wandered down the corridor, Xiao Yun suddenly stopped.

    “This is…”

    A faint pain radiated from his chest.

    When he touched the area, a thin trace of blood seeped onto his fingertips.

    “…He pierced through my protective qi and wounded me?”

    Only then did Xiao Yun realize—In that fleeting moment, Taeseong’s fingertip had reached his chest.

    If Lee Taeseong had been holding a sword…

    Xiao Yun licked the blood off his finger, his lips curling into a meaningful smile.

    “I like it.”


    Taeseong and the Korean administrators headed to the temporary lodgings assigned by the Japanese branch.

    Though there was a mountain of things they wanted to discuss, the events of the day had been overwhelming, so they decided to rest for now.

    Rumors traveled fast.

    They had already sensed an unusual level of hospitality from the Japanese staff, and now they knew why—

    Word had spread that the Korean administrators had completely dominated the Japanese administrators in their duels.

    Most of the talk revolved around one person: Lee Taeseong, the Delta-rank administrator of the Korean branch.

    Stories varied—Some said Yato, the leader of Team 3, had clung to Taeseong’s pant leg, weeping and begging for her life.

    Others claimed that Ito, the vice leader, had sworn absolute obedience and now followed him as their commander.

    And then there was the tale that Xiao Yun, the “Madman” dispatched from China, had even offered his own arm, asking to be accepted as a disciple.

    There was a reason why most administrators avoided Taeseong’s gaze in the hallways and stepped aside to let him pass.

    After inspecting his room, Taeseong threw himself onto the bed with a satisfied expression.

    “That fight was worth it.”

    The rumors were amusing, but the real prize was how the twins’ attitudes had completely changed. Yato could barely meet Taeseong’s eyes and stammered like a frightened kitten.

    Meanwhile, Ito’s eyes gleamed with admiration every time he saw Taeseong, shouting “Captain! Captain!” like an eager puppy rushing to its master.

    Even securing this luxurious lodging was thanks to Ito persistently appealing to the staff in charge.

    It had been a long time since Taeseong had felt the comfort of a proper bed. Wrapped in soft blankets, he felt a peace settle over him, and the accumulated fatigue of the past days melted away like snow.

    A wave of relaxation washed over him—This, this was true bliss…

    Ding-dong!

    The doorbell rang, shattering the moment.

    Annoyed, Taeseong got up and strode toward the entrance.

    When he opened the door, an unwelcome sight greeted him—Xiao Yun stood there, grinning, holding up a bottle of alcohol.

    Taeseong asked in an tired tone, “What do you want at this hour?”

    Xiao Yun swayed the bottle slightly.

    “Do you like drinking?”

    Taeseong did like alcohol.

    But drinking with this lunatic? Not a chance.

    “Go away. I’m not in the mood.”

    As Taeseong moved to shut the door, Xiao Yun swiftly wedged his foot inside.

    Taeseong looked at him in disbelief.

    Xiao Yun’s grin widened.

    “Your sister’s name is Lee Sooah, isn’t it?”

    The moment those words left his mouth, Taeseong grabbed Xiao Yun by the throat.

    His face twisted with fury, his eyes promising murder.

    “What the hell are you up to?”

    His grip tightened, veins bulging on his hand.

    If Xiao Yun made one wrong move, his neck would snap on the spot.

    Yet, Xiao Yun remained unfazed, his voice calm.

    “Don’t you want to hear about your sister?”

    “…”

    “Relax. I just came to have a drink and talk. Might as well chat about your sister while we’re at it.”

    Taeseong hesitated for a moment before speaking.

    “Come in.”

    The two naturally settled at the table.

    Xiao Yun held up the bottle he had brought.

    “Do you know what this is?”

    “I don’t.”

    “Of course not. This liquor is called Wuliangye.”

    “That’s an unusual name.”

    “It means ‘the precious essence of five grains.’ It was my favorite drink in my world.”

    “My world? Are you a returnee too?”

    “A returnee? That term only applies if this place was ever my home.”

    Xiao Yun paused, then spoke his real name—Tang Unryong.

    “I am a transmigrant.”

    The former head of the Sichuan Tang Clan, from a distant world of martial arts.

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 38

    Taeseong stared at the house-sized wolf with a dumbfounded expression.

    Unbothered by his gaze, the wolf continued to lie on its back, whimpering.

    ‘It looks like it could devour a tiger, so why is it acting so cute?’

    The sight of an otherworldly being, looking like it had crawled back from the underworld, rolling over on its back was enough to shock not only Taeseong and Yato but also everyone else watching from the room.

    “……”
    “……”

    Even Xiao Yun, who had been talking nonstop, could only stare with a dumbfounded look, unable to say a word.

    But the one most shocked was, of course, Yato, the one who had summoned the being.

    The spell she had just used was a summoning ritual that temporarily called forth an otherworldly entity.

    In other words, it was the same type of spell as the one that had once led to her brother’s death.

    Under normal circumstances, she would never have used a spell related to that event, unless she had lost her mind.

    However, Yato had gained a special ability that day—she could communicate with beings from the other world.

    She was unaware that these beings were considered insignificant creatures in their own world, but that didn’t matter. To her, each one was a monstrous existence.

    Still, because the summoning always came with unpredictable costs—and in the worst case, required sacrificing a part of her body—Yato had vowed never to use it unless absolutely necessary.

    Sis. Promise me you won’t use this technique unless you’re on the verge of death.

    Thus, this was a taboo she had set for herself—her ultimate trump card.

    Even in a fit of rage, she never imagined she would use it for something as trivial as a sparring match.

    And on top of that, the summoned being was now lying on its back, whimpering in submission to a mere Delta-ranked administrator.

    Even if she were reborn, she would never have believed it.

    “What… what am I even looking at…?”

    Now that her senses had returned, Yato felt as if she were dreaming. She rubbed her eyes repeatedly, unable to accept what she was seeing.

    No matter how many times she rubbed them, the scene remained unchanged.

    “That noble Wairang… why…?”

    Wairang.

    A name she had given it, meaning wolf from beyond. Among all the otherworldly beings, Wairang was the only one Yato could say she had some sort of connection with. She knew better than anyone how powerful and arrogant it was.

    And yet, that same Wairang had prostrated itself before a mere human. A wolf from another dimension, one that wouldn’t have even blinked at Xiao Yun’s presence.

    Then, a memory of Wairang’s cry flashed through Yato’s mind.

    הישות הגדולה ביותר! ( The greatest entity )

    “…Great… Being…?”

    Her gaze naturally shifted toward Lee Taeseong.

    “No way… Was it referring to him?”

    All the evidence pointed to Taeseong. But Yato couldn’t accept it.

    It made no sense!

    She acknowledged that Taeseong was an exceptional individual.

    But he was still Delta-ranked.

    An otherworldly entity, not just submitting but worshiping a mere Delta-ranked administrator?

    It was absurd.

    No one understood the overwhelming power of these beings better than Yato, which was precisely why she had to deny it.

    A hollow, breathless laugh escaped her lips.

    “Haha… Hahaha… Hahahaha…”

    She stared blankly as Taeseong approached Wairang.

    The man, significantly smaller than the towering wolf, slowly reached out his hand.

    “Up close, you’re quite cute.”

    Yato had expected Wairang’s body, made of swirling black smoke, to feel eerie.

    But contrary to her expectations, it was surprisingly soft.

    Each time Taeseong stroked its belly, Wairang whimpered happily, looking every bit like a domesticated dog.

    “I sense no hostility from you. And strangely enough, even though you’re standing before me, I don’t feel the hunger rising within me.”

    Wairang’s tail wagged excitedly.

    “I don’t know why, but you’re genuinely happy right now.”

    Taeseong smiled. A rare smile.

    Even he didn’t understand why, but the moment he faced this wolf, he felt a nostalgic longing, as if reuniting with an old acquaintance.

    “Since I see no hostility in you, I won’t harm you. Now, return to where you came from.”

    At his words, Wairang abruptly stood up and shook its head.

    Taeseong had no way of understanding its language. But when he locked eyes with its glowing red gaze, he instinctively knew what it wanted.

    “I don’t mind.”

    Wairang’s tail wagged even more vigorously before it suddenly lunged at Taeseong.

    In the room, Eunha and Haeyoung had been watching in silence, but upon seeing this, they gasped and instinctively cried out.

    “Mr. Taeseong!”

    “Chief Lee!”

    Their concerns were unfounded.

    Rather than attacking him, Wairang simply vanished into his shadow.

    A massive being, the size of a house, disappeared without a trace, as if it had never been there at all.

    Only the flickering movement of Taeseong’s shadow hinted at its presence.

    “……”

    From the beginning, what Wairang had truly desired was to reside within Taeseong’s shadow.

    Thus, Taeseong had unwittingly gained possession of an otherworldly wolf.

    Turning away from Yato, who stood there with a shocked look, he took slow, deliberate steps toward her.

    “……”

    Step. Step.

    He towered over her and spoke.

    “The match isn’t over yet.”

    Crunch.

    He stomped on Yato’s arm, crushing it.

    “Ghhkkk…!”

    Without hesitation, he kicked her jaw, then stomped on her other arm, shattering it as well.

    Her screams were too loud, so he pressed his foot against her throat, silencing her.

    Taeseong gazed down at her with ice-cold eyes.

    “You crossed the line.”

    This time, he reached down and crushed her collarbone with his grip.

    Crack. Crack.

    “No matter how much you lost control, you really tried to kill me.”

    Indeed, Yato had.

    Whether she had wanted to or not, the moment she summoned Wairang, her intent was clear.

    “And why should I let you live?”

    Taeseong knew. He had seen it before.

    The skull-shaped aura hovering above her head.

    If he willed it, her head would be obliterated in an instant.

    “Give me a reason.”

    Yato turned her gaze toward her younger brother, lying in the distance.

    If she died here… he would die, too.

    Taeseong’s cold eyes gleamed ominously.

    “Is there any reason I should let you live?”

    With difficulty, Yato reached out with her shattered arm and grabbed Taeseong’s foot.

    “…Please… spare me.”

    “Reason.”

    “…If I die, my brother dies, too. To be honest, I have no attachment to my own life. I’ve lived long enough, seen and experienced enough.”

    “……”

    “But not Ito. That child has done nothing wrong. That child deserves to live a normal life. Please, I beg you, show mercy.”

    After a brief moment of contemplation, Taeseong made his decision.

    “Stand up. The duel is over.”

    In truth, Taeseong had fully intended to kill Yato. Since she had crossed the line first, he had no reason to hold back. Whether it had been a mistake or not, whether it was of her own will or not—none of that mattered.

    That was simply the kind of man Taeseong was.

    But the mention of ‘Ito’ had swayed him. After all, the reason he had come here in the first place was to find his younger sister, Sooah.

    “Ito.”

    “……Speak.”

    “Keep your promise.”

    “I will.”

    As Taeseong turned to leave, a voice called out from behind him. When he looked back, he saw Yato, partially healed through regenerative techniques, cautiously asking a question.

    “……Mr. Lee Taeseong. May I ask you one question?”

    “Go ahead.”

    Yato hesitated for a moment before speaking in a trembling voice. She no longer saw him as just some Delta-rank administrator.

    “Who…… are you?”

    A question filled with many meanings.

    “I am Lee Taeseong, Delta-rank administrator of the Republic of Korea.”


    A heavy silence filled the room.

    Xiao Yun, who always wore a faint smile, now had a hardened expression. His serious gaze made it clear he was deep in thought.

    In one corner, the Japanese administrators were gathered, their atmosphere as solemn as a funeral.

    The duel’s result—an absolute defeat at the hands of the Korean administrators they had so thoroughly looked down on—was nothing short of shocking.

    The humiliation alone was unbearable, but the true shock came from something else entirely.

    Yato and Ito. Gamma-rank administrators, representing the Japan branch. No one understood their strength better than their own subordinates. They had fought alongside them on life-or-death battlefields and felt first hand how reassuring their presence was.

    So, there had never been even a sliver of doubt. Just as one never questions whether the sun will rise after a night’s sleep, Yato and Ito’s victory had been an undeniable certainty.

    And yet, that certainty had been shattered before their eyes. Even seeing it with their own eyes, they couldn’t believe it.

    A primal emotion took hold of them.

    Shock.

    And fear.

    On the other hand, the reactions among the Korean administrators varied.

    Oh Haeyoung, her eyes wide, murmured in awe.

    “Wow… Taeseong, you’re seriously amazing.”

    She had spoken without thinking, and with a gasp, she quickly covered her mouth.

    Only then did she notice the grim expressions of the Japanese administrators, as if attending a funeral.

    Even Lee Eunha, though greatly shocked, kept quiet, reading the room.

    ‘This confirms it. Lee Taeseong is beyond rank classifications. Before long, he’ll rise even higher. I need to start building a connection with him now.’

    Then there was Yu Gi-jun, who spoke his mind regardless of the situation.

    “All that talk about ‘Delta this, Delta that,’ acting so high and mighty, and now you’ve got nothing to say? What’s the matter?”

    “……”

    “I told you, didn’t I? No matter what, the Captain would win. Even back when he had no powers, he was already living in another world. Your so-called revered team leaders losing isn’t something to be ashamed of.”

    As Gi-jun casually heaped on the praise, Xiao Yun finally spoke.

    “Wow. He really is incredible, huh?”

    “……”

    “Why so quiet?”

    “……Hah. I hesitated because I felt embarrassed to keep talking.”

    “Oh, right. We made a bet, didn’t we?”

    Xiao Yun stood up, his expression unreadable as he slowly stepped toward Gi-jun.

    “Hmm… What kind of reward should I give you?”

    Sensing the danger, Gi-ijun forced an awkward smile.

    “N-no, it’s fine.”

    But Xiao Yun didn’t seem to hear him, muttering to himself.

    “The head would be too much… Maybe an arm? Hmm… No, no. A leg might be better.”

    “……Administrator Xiao Yun?”

    Though Gi-jun had no idea what those words meant, his instincts kicked in. He tensed his body, ready to snap the man’s neck at a moment’s notice.

    With about five steps left between them, Xiao Yun seemed to reach a decision.

    “Yes. An arm would be best.”

    At that moment—

    The door swung open, and Lee Taeseong entered.

    Xiao Yun’s gaze shifted to Taeseong. Taeseong looked over each of his team members before turning his head toward Xiao Yun.

    The two locked eyes without saying a word.

    “……”

    “……”

    Xiao Yun tilted his head slightly.

    “How strange.”

    0.2 seconds.

    No, perhaps even less.

    Xiao Yun’s figure vanished.

    And when he reappeared—

    In his grasp was Taeseong’s severed arm.

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 37

    In an instant.

    Clang!

    With beast-like reflexes, Ito deflected Taeseong’s sword and growled.

    “Where do you think you’re going?”

    Taeseong, having widened the distance, observed Yato and Ito.

    ‘So, he can react at this level. As expected, a Gamma-class is still a Gamma-class.’

    A brief exchange that lasted less than a second.

    Despite being a clear ambush, Ito managed to block Taeseong’s strike.

    Yato’s sharpest blade and strongest shield.

    That was exactly what the shikigami, Ito, was.

    “Ito.”

    “Yeah, sis.”

    The real fight started now.

    Grinning widely, Ito charged at Taeseong.

    A massive blade over a meter long slashed toward Taeseong with the intent to rip him apart.

    “You’re no different from a beast.”

    “Looks like the same could be said about you.”

    Had they both been hiding their true abilities when they first met?

    Their battle now was on an entirely different level.

    Each swing of Ito’s blade tore through the air, sending powerful shockwaves.

    Taeseong evaded all the attacks with nimble movements, while the missed sword strikes ripped through the walls.

    “Yes! This is it! You were hiding your strength too, weren’t you?!”

    The longer the fight went on, the more excited Ito became.

    Though neither alive nor dead, he had no real dissatisfaction with his current existence.

    On the contrary, he felt immense joy whenever he faced a warrior of equal or greater strength.

    “I don’t know why a Delta-class like you possesses such power, but don’t hold back! If you do, you’ll die! Manager of Joseon!”

    “…Yato, can’t you tell your brother to shut up? He’s too loud, it’s distracting.”

    Yato’s gaze grew even colder as she glared at Taeseong.

    Meanwhile, Ito burst into laughter.

    “Ahaha! You’re seriously nuts!”

    To an outsider, it looked as if Ito was completely overwhelming Taeseong.

    However, the fighters themselves saw things differently.

    While Ito’s attacks barely grazed Taeseong’s clothes, Taeseong’s strikes were precise and razor-sharp.

    Even Yato, who was watching, found herself shocked.

    ‘This is ridiculous. Even though Ito isn’t using sorcery, he’s actually being pushed back? Is that even possible?’

    She didn’t want to admit it, but the truth was clear.

    The arrogant demeanor and bold words Taeseong had displayed so far came from his absolute confidence in his own skills.

    ‘But that doesn’t change anything. No matter how strong you are, you can’t defeat us.’

    Yato and Ito were strongest when they fought together.

    Born as twins, even death had failed to separate them.

    They defied the simple logic that one plus one equals two.

    Yato swiftly formed hand seals and activated a spell.

    “Diamond Spirit Art.”

    The moment Taeseong’s blade struck Ito’s right arm, it bounced off with a metallic clang.

    As if striking solid iron.

    Even Taeseong, whose strength was far beyond that of an ordinary human, felt a sting in his hand from the impact.

    ‘This is troublesome.’

    This was the reason why the Yato-Ito duo was so formidable.

    Yato, as the sorcerer, constantly strengthened her shikigami and disrupted enemies, while Ito relentlessly attacked.

    If one aimed for Yato first, Ito would tenaciously interfere.

    If one tried to take down Ito first, Yato’s magic made it near impossible.

    On top of that, they shared a single heart.

    Unless it was completely destroyed, neither could die.

    ‘Their synergy is even stronger than I expected. I have to break one of them to disrupt the balance.’

    With that decision, Taeseong drew upon the energy within him—whether it was “mana” or “ki,” it didn’t matter.

    To Taeseong, it was merely a sharp blade, nothing more, nothing less.

    And with his returning memories, he realized—this power wasn’t even his own.

    It was a technique someone else had spent a lifetime mastering.

    But what did it matter?

    ‘I’m just grateful to use it.’

    Ito, mid-attack, suddenly stopped and quickly retreated.

    “Ito? What’s wrong?”

    “…I have a bad feeling.”

    Taeseong noted it with interest.

    ‘Sharp instincts.’

    By then, a faint blue aura had already begun to rise from the jagged blade in Taeseong’s hand.

    ‘But it’s too late.’

    Taeseong swung his sword through the air.

    Everyone’s eyes were on him, but except for Xiao Yun, no one else understood what had just happened.

    To them, Taeseong was still standing in the same position.

    Ito belatedly noticed something was wrong and looked at his right arm.

    “Huh?”

    A cleanly severed stump.

    It was only after he spotted his arm lying on the ground that he grasped the situation.

    “Wait… That’s my arm…? Hold on. My arm got cut off…?”

    Diamond Spirit Art made a shikigami’s body as hard as iron.

    Since receiving this spell, Ito had never experienced injury.

    So now, he was utterly dumbfounded.

    “How…?”

    “Ito! Focus!”

    The moment Yato’s warning ended, Taeseong had already closed the distance and swung at Ito’s neck.

    Slash!

    A chilling blade aura swept past his throat.

    Coming to his senses just in time, Ito narrowly dodged the strike.

    “You charged in like a wild beast, yet now you’re scared just because you lost an arm?”

    “…Scared? Me? Don’t make me laugh! I’m just curious how you managed to cut through my body!”

    “A man once cleaved a mountain in two.”

    As Yato activated a new spell, a renewed fire lit in Ito’s eyes as he swung his blade once more.

    “What the hell are you talking about?!”

    “He cut through a mountain with his sword. So why would cutting through iron be impossible?”

    “What the hell are you saying?!”

    Before he knew it, Ito’s right arm had been restored.

    ‘Was one of the spells just used a regeneration technique?’

    Looking closer, he noticed that Ito’s other arm was densely inscribed with unknown symbols. Judging by the way his speed and strength had significantly increased, it seemed to be a spell that enhanced physical abilities.

    And that wasn’t all.

    “Flame Dragon Curse Technique.”

    Flames in the shape of a dragon engulfed Ito’s blade.

    “Earthbound Restraint.”

    The ground surged up like chains, binding Taeseong’s lower body.

    “Heavenly Ice Rain.”

    Spears imbued with chilling coldness rained down from above.

    The sight was so grand that it was hard to believe a single human had created it. Even Yato, the spellcaster, had exhausted so much energy that she was kneeling, gasping for breath.

    Taeseong, now restrained, his body covered in blood, stared straight ahead.

    “…….”

    Ito seized the perfect opportunity his sister had created and thrust his massive blade directly into Taeseong’s chest.

    Puuuk!

    As he looked at Taeseong, whose torso had been impaled, Ito spoke. By now, Taeseong’s entire body was in tatters.

    “That was a good fight, Administrator from Joseon. If you heal quickly, you won’t die, so now just—”

    What was happening?

    Ito tried to pull out his sword, but it wouldn’t budge. Upon closer inspection, Taeseong was gripping the blade that had impaled his own chest.

    “The fight is over, Administrator from Joseon. Struggling any further will only—”

    “You people really are a hassle.”

    Ito’s pupils widened.

    Incredibly, Taeseong’s shredded body was rapidly regenerating. Even the wound where the blade was lodged in his chest had already healed in an instant.

    “I’ve told you multiple times. It’s not Joseon—it’s the Republic of Korea.”

    Taeseong’s entire presence shifted. Sensing imminent danger, Ito desperately tried to pull out his sword and retreat, but it was already too late.

    Swoosh!

    A streak of blue light swept across Ito’s legs, and he collapsed helplessly.

    “……Huh?”

    Taeseong didn’t stop there. He grabbed the blade that was still embedded in his chest—

    And wielded it with his other hand.

    Swoosh! Swoosh!

    This time, he severed both of Ito’s arms.

    Using the very sword Ito had wielded.

    “I’ve told you before—you’re the ones who don’t know your place.”

    “Ito!”

    From afar, Yato screamed in despair, but Taeseong calmly continued what he was doing.

    “Delta? Gamma? Do you really think those trivial ranks determine everything?”

    Each time Ito’s severed limbs began to regenerate due to the healing spell, Taeseong cut them off again.

    They grew—he severed them.

    They grew—he severed them.

    He continued cutting them off relentlessly, over and over again.

    Until they no longer regenerated.

    After about a minute, the effects of the regeneration spell had completely worn off.

    Now, with both arms and legs severed, Ito could no longer move.

    Taeseong considered whether to finish the job and behead him but ultimately remembered that this was a ‘sparring match.’

    He turned away.

    “Why are you looking at me like that? Do you feel wronged?”

    “…….”

    Yato, kneeling on the ground, glared at him with murderous intent. She had poured too much energy into her spells, leaving her powerless to stop her brother’s limbs from being severed.

    Taeseong simply assumed she was angry.

    He never imagined that what had just happened had triggered her past trauma—

    Or that it would drive her to completely lose her sanity.

    Or that this would lead her to step into a forbidden domain.

    As Taeseong approached her, he suddenly stopped.

    The space around Yato was distorting ever so slightly.

    “This is…”

    Blood dripped from every hole on Yato’s face as she muttered incomprehensible words.

    “תענה לשיחה שלי. זאבי העולם הזה.”       TL : Its hebrew and it translates to “Answer my call. Wolves of this world.”

    It wasn’t a language of this world.

    Just hearing it made his skin crawl, as if insects were crawling all over his body.

    Its meaning was unclear.

    He wasn’t even sure if it could be considered a language at all—

    But one thing was certain.

    The moment her chanting ended,

    A new existence would descend upon this place.

    As if to prove it, the space around her fractured.

    From the rift emerged a colossal wolf.

    Its entire body was composed of pitch-black smoke, and its crimson eyes gleamed as it fixated on Yato.

    “[[האם התקשרת אליי? קַבְּלָן (Did you call me? Contractor.)]”      

    Yato, looking as if she would collapse at any moment, struggled to nod.

    The wolf turned its gaze forward.

    Taeseong stood still, facing the otherworldly beast.

    “…….”

    The wolf locked eyes with Taeseong and took a few steps forward—

    Then suddenly rolled onto its back, exposing its belly, growling softly.

    Upon closer inspection, its smoky tail was also curled between its legs.

    “[The greatest entity!]”

    It was a posture of submission.

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 36

    Oh Haeyoung’s face turned pale.

    A Beta-grade administrator—something she had never once seen since joining Tree.

    To her, such a person was no different from a mythical creature.

    And now, that very figure stood right before her.

    Not only that, but they had even exchanged words just moments ago.

    ‘What did I even say just now…?’

    As she recalled her own words, one by one, her chest tightened, making it hard to breathe.

    “I-I-I’m sorry!”

    The first thing Haeyoung did was apologize.

    She bent her head at a 90-degree angle, cold sweat dripping down her face, while Lee Eunha, watching this scene from a step away, nervously glanced at Xiao Yun.

    ‘How did such a monster end up here…?’

    Eunha had already vaguely realized that Xiao Yun was a Beta-grade administrator.

    If even a Gamma-grade administrator like Ito couldn’t so much as budge against him, then he was undoubtedly of a higher rank.

    Just looking at the mustached administrator’s restless demeanor was enough to confirm that.

    “Hm? What are you apologizing for?”

    Only then did Haeyoung slowly raise her head to look at Xiao Yun.

    A moment ago, he had seemed like nothing more than a kind coworker, but now, he appeared like an untouchable being.

    “I-I-I-I didn’t even realize that y-you were a Beta-grade administrator, and I s-spoke so c-carelessly…”

    Her lips trembled uncontrollably.

    To Haeyoung, a Beta-grade administrator was an object of fear.

    How could she describe it?

    Gamma-grade administrators were still recognized as part of the human category.

    But Beta-grade administrators—those were a different species altogether.

    One could even say they belonged to another dimension.

    “Oh Haeyoung, was it?”

    “Y-Yes, yes, yes!”

    “I’m not going to eat you. So stop being so nervous. If you keep stuttering like that and acting scared, it’ll make me want to actually kill you.”

    “Eek!”

    “Just kidding, just kidding.”

    As Xiao Yun smiled and ruffled Haeyoung’s hair, she barely managed to force a smile, though she looked ready to faint.

    “It’s soft.”

    “…Haha. Thank you.”

    No one in the room dared to move recklessly.

    Everyone knew that this man was like a ticking time bomb—no one wanted to provoke him and risk setting him off.

    “My little sister was about your size too.”

    The moment those words left Xiao Yun’s mouth, Lee Eunha prayed harder than she ever had before.

    ‘Please! Haeyoung, please! Just this once, keep your mouth shut! Don’t ask about his sister! Don’t say anything!’

    As if Eunha’s desperate prayer had been heard, Haeyoung, who had been about to ask about his sister, quickly changed the subject at the last second.

    “Ah, um, could you continue the story you were telling earlier?”

    ‘Yes! This is much better! Nice save, Haeyoung!’

    “Earlier? Ah, about the Ito siblings?”

    “Yes!”

    At some point, Xiao Yun had begun braiding Haeyoung’s hair.

    As he finished, he leisurely opened his mouth to speak.

    “Yato and Ito are descendants of an Onmyoji clan. Do you know what an Onmyoji is?”

    “Uh… Isn’t it something like a mage?”

    “Pfft. A mage? Well, I guess you could put it that way.”

    He let out a short laugh.

    “More precisely, Onmyoji are people who perform divination, spells, and rituals based on the Yin-Yang Five Elements philosophy.

    If that’s too complicated, just think of them as sorcerers.”

    “Sorcerers… So, basically, people who wield a mystical power called Onmyodo.”

    “Exactly.”

    With a satisfied smile, Xiao Yun admired the fully braided hair before continuing.

    “They were born in what you would call… the Joseon era.”

    “Joseon? But they don’t look that old…”

    “Looks can be deceiving.

    And Yato’s twin brother, Ito, isn’t even human.”

    “Huh? Then what is he?”

    “A shikigami.”

    “What’s that?”

    “Simply put, it’s a spirit that Onmyoji use as a servant.

    In other words, that bastard Ito is already dead.”

    The expressions of the Japanese administrators darkened.

    It was only natural—hearing such sensitive information about their superior coming from someone else’s mouth would be infuriating.

    But given who was speaking, no one dared to stop him.

    “Wanna make a bet?”

    “A bet on what?”

    “Who’ll win.

    Whoever guesses correctly gets a special prize from me.”

    “W-What happens if we get it wrong?”

    “Hm… Should I rip your head off?”

    Xiao Yun spoke with an utterly straight face, not blinking an eye.

    Hearing that, Haeyoung shrieked in terror.

    “C-C-Can it be an arm or a leg instead of a head?”

    “Oh? So losing an arm or a leg is fine? Haha. Just kidding, just kidding.

    It’s just to make things more interesting.

    You react so well, unlike my sister—it makes teasing you fun.”

    “Haha…”

    “So, who do you think will win?”

    “I…”

    Haeyoung hesitated before cautiously answering.

    “I think Chief Lee Taeseong will win.”

    The Japanese administrators’ expressions immediately stiffened.

    They didn’t say it aloud, but they both had the same thought.

    ‘Is she out of her mind?’

    ‘Koreans really don’t know their place.’

    Xiao Yun turned his head toward them.

    “What about you guys?”

    “Of course, Team Leader Yato will win.”

    “…I agree.”

    Then, he looked at Gi-jun and Eunha.

    “You two think the same?”

    As Eunha hesitated, Gi-jun spoke with a firm expression.

    “Even if the sky falls, Captain Lee Taeseong will win.”


    * * *

    “Ito! Wake up, Ito!”

    “Cough, cough. Sis… I can’t see… My whole body hurts so much…”

    “Ito, just hold on a little longer. I’ll save you!”

    “It’s so cold… I can’t feel my arms or legs… Am I going to die like this…? Ah, if I had known, I would’ve listened to Mom and Dad more…”

    “Ito! Please don’t say that, stay with me! Ito! Ito! Can you hear me? Ito! Open your eyes!”

    [Was it you who called me forth?]

    The girl, watching her dying brother with tears of blood in her eyes, screamed in despair.

    “Bring my brother back! Bring him back!”

    The otherworldly being, resembling a mass of writhing black tentacles with dozens of rolling eyes, let out a satisfied smile.

    [How primitive. It was your will alone that summoned me, and I merely answered the call. Yet you dare hold me responsible?]

    “This isn’t what I wanted… I only called you out of curiosity… Please… please save my brother. I beg you.”

    [Humans always make the same mistakes.]

    With those words, the otherworldly being vanished.

    All she had gained from satisfying her curiosity were three exchanged sentences and the life of her beloved brother.

    “……”

    A horrific tragedy born from a child’s curiosity.

    When she spent countless nights deciphering a dusty book in the archives to draw the summoning circle, she had never imagined it would end like this.

    “Ito… Wake up…”

    She only realized much later that the price of summoning the otherworldly being—her brother’s life—had merely been for the creature’s amusement.

    “This is all my fault. I killed Ito. My curiosity killed him. It should’ve been me instead…”

    Muttering blankly, she stared at her twin brother, who would never open his eyes again.

    And then, suddenly, a certain book surfaced in her mind.

    “The Method of Turning the Dead into a Shikigami.”

    By sheer coincidence, the book containing the method to summon an otherworldly entity had been in the archives. She had read it, summoned the creature, and her brother had died.

    Now, as she looked at his lifeless body, another book she had read suddenly came to mind—the one detailing how to turn the dead into a shikigami.

    Was it really just a coincidence?

    No one knows.

    The only thing that mattered was that she had found a way to bring her brother back.

    “Onmyōdō… The requirement is a part of the summoner’s own body…”

    Under normal circumstances, the moment she read that a body part was required, she should have realized something was wrong.

    But, unfortunately, she was already half-mad.

    She no longer had the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

    “I will offer… my internal organs.”

    Yato bit her ring finger and began drawing the ritual pattern with her own blood.

    “And my heart.”

    In exchange for her heart and internal organs, Yato resurrected Ito as a shikigami.

    As a result, Ito’s body now housed Yato’s heart, while Yato herself became an empty shell.

    Her body was now hollow inside, yet she did not die.

    As long as the heart within Ito’s body remained unbroken, she would never perish.

    That was the price she paid for using a forbidden ritual to create a shikigami.

    * * *

    Lost in bitter memories, Yato bit down on her lip.

    ‘I joined Tree for one reason—to find a way to restore Ito to a normal human.’

    Her own mistake had condemned her brother to an existence neither alive nor dead.

    To return him to what he once was—that was why she was here.

    Yato, now exuding a menacing aura, spoke coldly.

    “Do you still need more time?”

    “Just a moment,” Taeseong replied, his gaze shifting somewhere.

    At that moment, the door opened, and Eunha appeared.

    Taeseong walked toward her as she let out a sigh and handed him a black box.

    “I tried my best to do what you asked, but I’m not sure if this is right.”

    Taeseong opened the box. Inside was a crude-looking sword.

    It was questionable whether it should even be called a sword, given its grotesque form—

    It looked as though someone had carved a massive beast’s bone into the shape of a blade.

    Gripping the sword, Taeseong’s expression showed faint satisfaction.

    Its shape closely resembled what he had envisioned.

    His past memories had yet to return, but wielding this weapon, he felt as though a long-lost sense had been restored.

    “You only have one hour. Keep that in mind.”

    “This is more than enough. Thank you, Deputy Manager.”

    “Haa… Taeseong, I have no idea how I’m supposed to report this when I return to headquarters. This has gone way beyond my control.”

    “I apologize.”

    “Forget it. No more apologies. But you better keep the promise you made to me.”

    “……”

    “You didn’t forget, did you?”

    He had.

    “If you get promoted before me, you have to look out for me!”

    “……Of course, I remember. You have nothing to worry about.”

    “Seriously, you’re just a lunatic in a suit… Anyway, now that things have come to this, losing is not an option. Consider that a direct order from your superior. Understood?”

    “Yes.”

    Having done her part, Eunha returned to the room.

    Meanwhile, gripping his sword, Taeseong walked toward Yato and Ito.

    ‘Back then, my weapon must have been even larger and heavier than this…’

    As he stared at the sword in Taeseong’s hand, Yato spoke.

    “Are you ready now?”

    “Yes.”

    Ito grinned.

    “Sis, I’m so pumped up I’m gonna go crazy, so let’s get started already!”

    “The first move is ours—”

    Boom!

    Before Yato could even finish speaking, Taeseong kicked off the ground, launching himself forward.

    His blade flew toward Yato’s throat.

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 35

    Yato’s expression twisted, contorting into something almost demonic. She was beyond disbelief—rage was boiling up inside her.

    There was a limit to how ignorant one could be of their place.

    She had been trying to sweep everything under the rug, only for it to be undone in an instant.

    With just one careless mouthful of words.

    ‘Now that Xiao Yun has shown this much interest, there’s no turning back…’

    Unlike Yato, who stood in stunned despair, Xiao Yun burst into loud laughter. He laughed so hard that he let out strangled gasps, tears welling in his eyes like a person driven to hysteria.

    “…Hahahaha! Puhahaha! This is truly hilarious. Taeseong, what are we going to do?”

    Everyone else remained silent, as if they had taken a vow of silence.

    Only Xiao Yun continued to laugh loudly.

    “Isn’t anyone else finding this funny? Is it just me?”

    At that, the others forced out awkward laughter, like new employees humoring their bald manager’s terrible dad jokes.

    “Hahaha! Hahahaha!”

    “Haha… haha…”

    “Hahaha! Hahahahahaha!”

    Looking closely, Ito was genuinely laughing. That is, until Yato shot him a murderous glare, at which point he hurriedly covered his mouth.

    Just then, the duelists who had finished receiving treatment entered the room.

    “Deputy Manager! We’re back! The healing staff at the Japan branch are really kind—”

    Oh Haeyoung, as lively as ever, cluelessly asked,

    “Is something funny going on?”

    Miyuki, who had already spotted Xiao Yun, quickly whispered to Haeyoung. The two had grown considerably close, perhaps forming a bond through their earlier fight.

    “Haeyoung, it’s best if you stop talking now.”

    “Ah… okay!”

    The relatively quick-witted Gi-jun and Hitoshi scanned the situation. They didn’t need to look far—the expressions on their respective team leaders’ faces gave them all the answers they needed.

    ‘The captain must’ve gotten into trouble again.’

    ‘The vice leader must’ve caused trouble again.’

    Xiao Yun, who had been clutching his stomach in exaggerated laughter, finally calmed himself and spoke.

    “Team Leader Yato.”

    “Yes, Xiao Yun.”

    “You’re still refusing?”

    “Taeseong is still a Delta-rank—”

    Before she could finish, Xiao Yun interrupted, his snake-like eyes narrowing to slits. It was impossible to tell whether they were open or closed.

    “Is rank really that important? I was still an Epsilon-rank when I took off a Gamma-rank administrator’s head.”

    “……”

    Yato silently screamed inside.

    ‘You crazy monster, that was before you even got ranked.’

    Taking a deep breath, she continued carefully,

    “That incident was certainly… memorable. But I doubt headquarters saw it in a positive light.”

    “What, you think they’d make a fuss over a little duel? What’s wrong with a senior administrator teaching a junior administrator a lesson? Don’t worry, if anything happens, I’ll take full responsibility.”

    Where did everything go so wrong?

    Of course, after everything that had happened, it was true that Yato held some resentment toward Taeseong as an administrator.

    But that was a personal feeling, nothing more.

    After returning to headquarters and reviewing the events involving Taeseong, she had taken the time to reflect on her own attitude.

    She hadn’t realized it in the heat of the moment, but with a clear mind, she could now see things more objectively.

    Taeseong’s provocations had indeed crossed the line, but she had reacted too emotionally as well.

    ‘I’m not Ito, for god’s sake…’

    As someone responsible for keeping Ito in check, she had ended up being the one who lost control. The thought embarrassed her.

    At the end of the day, Taeseong was a fellow administrator, dispatched from another country to assist them.

    For the sake of efficiency in the upcoming missions, maintaining a good relationship with everyone was the ideal approach.

    But still…

    ‘Why does this damned bastard keep digging his own grave? What the hell is he relying on?’

    With Xiao Yun pushing this hard, there was no way Yato could cover for him any longer.

    “If he’s this confident, he must have a reason. Isn’t that right, Taeseong?”

    Taeseong nodded without hesitation.

    “That’s right.”

    Watching this unfold, Lee Eunha could only let out a hollow chuckle, having already resigned herself to whatever was coming.

    ‘What am I supposed to do with this reckless brat?’

    Xiao Yun smirked.

    “The Japan branch has some pretty reputable administrators. You’re not just going to take this kind of disrespect lying down, are you?”

    In the end, Yato surrendered.

    “…Fine. Let’s do this.”

    She had done her best.

    She had given him plenty of chances.

    Taeseong had been the one to dig his own grave.

    At this point, all her logical reasoning had been thrown out the window—she just wanted to beat this reckless bastard until the words “please spare me” came out of his mouth.

    Taeseong turned to Ito.

    “You haven’t forgotten our bet, have you?”

    Both Yato and Xiao Yun asked at the same time.

    “A bet? Ito, what the hell did you do this time…?”

    “Did you two make some fun wager?”

    Ito grinned brightly and replied,

    “Of course not! I remember it clearly! The loser becomes the winner’s subordinate!”

    Xiao Yun chuckled.

    “A subordinate? Pfft! Sounds good. You two better keep your promise, my friends.”

    Standing up, Taeseong walked toward the exit.

    He turned back and spoke to Lee Eunha.

    “Deputy Manager, you remember my request?”

    “…It’s almost done. It’ll be ready before the match starts.”

    “Thank you.”

    With a nod, Taeseong left the room.

    Taeseong, who had entered the training hall, began warming up slowly.

    He had analyzed the terrain by watching the previous matches, but seeing it in person was different.

    A habit engraved in his body.

    One never knows when, where, or how a battle might unfold.

    For that reason, he always memorized the geography and objects around him as if drawing a map in his mind.

    ‘I almost messed things up.’

    His duel with Ito was a crucial part of his plan.

    It wasn’t that he was a battle-crazed maniac doing this for fun.

    Of course, to others, he might seem like nothing more than a lunatic.

    ‘Lee Sooah. My sister.’

    The moment he arrived at the Japan branch, Taeseong realized that his position was even weaker than expected.

    A Delta-grade administrator from another country had no influence here.

    He knew that a Korean administrator named Go Young hee had been dispatched here before him, but judging by how they were being treated, he assumed her situation wasn’t much different.

    The only blood relative he had left.

    He had come to Japan solely to find her. And to do that, he needed the help of the administrators here.

    If he could gain control over at least a Gamma-grade administrator, finding his sister, Lee Sooah, would no longer be difficult.

    —Marriage? No way! Oppa, you’re going to marry me! Right?

    —Oppa! Where are you going? Off to protect the country again? You’re lying! Again! You promised to play with me today!

    Her face still wouldn’t come to him clearly.

    Only the faint image of a girl playfully laughing would briefly flicker through his mind.

    ‘I was smiling too, huh.’

    For some reason, the one thing he could recall vividly was himself smiling.

    Lost in thought, time passed, and before he knew it, Yato and Ito entered the training hall.

    “Do you need time to prepare?”

    Yato, having neatly folded her black coat and set it aside, spoke with an air of disdain.

    “I just can’t understand it. Where does your confidence come from? Do you seriously think you can take on two Gamma-grade administrators at once?”

    “Of course. It’s possible.”

    “You crazy bastard. There are plenty of people who lose their minds in this job, but you’re the most idiotically insane of them all. I was willing to let this slide for the sake of your team leader’s efforts. But no more. I won’t hold back. Today, I’ll grind your arrogant nose into the dirt and make you beg for mercy.”

    “For the first time, we see eye to eye.”

    “……”

    Yato was left speechless.

    Watching from the side, Ito realized that his sister was truly furious.

    “Hey, Joseon bastard. You’re in big trouble.”

    “Why the hell can’t you understand words, you dumbass? It’s not Joseon, it’s the Republic of Korea. How many times do I have to say it for you to get it through your thick skull?”

    Normally, it was Yato who kept Ito in check, but when truly enraged, she was even more hot-tempered than he was.

    Inside the room, observing through the glass wall, the group watched in silence until curiosity got the better of Oh Haeyoung.

    “Deputy Lee Eunha, why does that administrator, Ito, keep calling Taeseong a ‘Joseon person’?”

    “……”

    Naturally, the question was directed at Eunha, as she was the smartest person they knew.

    But, of course, she had no way of knowing the answer.

    Instead, it was Xiao Yun who responded.

    “I can tell you that.”

    “Oh, thank you! But… who are you?”

    “I’m Xiao Yun.”

    Being polite, Haeyoung bowed slightly.

    “Nice to meet you. I’m Oh Haeyoung.”

    “You’re a polite one.”

    “Thank you.”

    “So, you were wondering why Ito keeps calling Korea ‘Joseon’?”

    “Yes!”

    “That’s because he’s from that era.”

    “Huh?”

    The Japanese administrators showed no reaction—they already knew.

    Xiao Yun smirked playfully, like an uncle about to spin a tale for his young nieces and nephews.

    “Hmm… where should I start?”

    Eyes shining with curiosity, Haeyoung urged him eagerly.

    “I’m dying to know. Please tell me quickly!”

    “What’s your rank again?”

    “I’m Epsilon! Haha!”

    “Epsilon… Then what rank do you think I am?”

    Haeyoung’s gaze scanned Xiao Yun’s entire figure before she made her judgment.

    “Hmm… I’d say Gamma-grade!”

    The Japanese administrators, already aware of his rank, instantly turned pale.

    Rumors abounded that Xiao Yun had once ripped off the head of an administrator who had offended him.

    Xiao Yun reached out toward Haeyoung’s head.

    Alarmed, Eunha tried to intervene, but of course, she was far too slow.

    “You remind me of my little sister.”

    Xiao Yun didn’t tear Haeyoung’s head off.
    Instead, he simply patted it gently.

    “Hehe. Your hand is warm.”

    “Really? That’s the first time I’ve heard that. Oh, right—I forgot to tell you my rank. I’m Beta-grade.”

    “Oh, I see. Beta-grade…”

    Enjoying the head pats like a golden retriever basking in affection, Haeyoung’s face slowly turned pale.

    Then, with wide, rabbit-like eyes, she stared at Xiao Yun.

    “Be… Beta…?”

    Xiao Yun simply smiled and nodded.

    “You’re really… a Beta-grade?”

    “Yep.”

    Silence fell.


    【B-Grade Entity Management Report】

    No. 0124.
    Entity Name: Xiao Yun.
    Grade: Beta.
    Threat Level: ■■
    Information:
    Data Removed.

    [Observation Record #023]
    This document is accessible only to personnel with ■■ clearance or higher.

    [Observation Record #052]
    This document is accessible only to personnel with ■■ clearance or higher.

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 34

    Even while running his mouth, Gi-jun’s mind was working quickly.

    ‘There’s no way he can’t use it forever. He probably just needs a certain amount of time before he can cast the same spell again.’

    “……”

    “Right? Gotcha, didn’t I? Huh? You think keeping quiet will fool me? I can see right through you trying to act calm and composed.”

    “……Even so, nothing changes.”

    Hitoshi admitted it without resistance.

    The restriction of his sorcery was simple: Once used, the same spell could not be cast again until a full day had passed.

    Originally, Hitoshi had been nothing more than an ordinary office worker who liked video games.

    Wake up in the morning, go to work, clock out in the evening, and spend the night playing mobile games—his one and only joy in life.

    He was a cog in the machine, living mechanically, but he had no particular complaints about it.

    But anomalies always strike without warning.

    One night, after falling asleep as usual, he opened his eyes to find himself inside the world of Jujutsu Malevolent Shrine (呪術伏魔殿), the indie mobile game he had been playing most passionately.

    A cliché straight out of web novels and anime.

    If he had been the protagonist of a story, he would have stumbled upon miraculous encounters and legendary artifacts, effortlessly rising to prominence.

    But unfortunately, he was just another nameless NPC.

    His only asset was his shallow knowledge of the game.

    And it wasn’t even like he was particularly good at it.

    He wasn’t a high-ranking player.

    He wasn’t a veteran.

    He was just your average casual gamer.

    At most, he had spent about 300,000 won on the game.  *205 USD

    That was it.

    So he crawled through hell.

    Struggled. Fought. Survived.

    The world itself was built on despair, meaning every single day was a battle to stay alive.

    When he was younger, he had daydreamed about being transported into another world, embarking on grand adventures alongside beautiful companions.

    But dreams were just that—dreams.

    When his favourite mobile game became his reality, he quickly realized how foolish that fantasy had been.

    Reality was cruel.

    That was all there was to it.

    Hitoshi’s story wasn’t anything special.

    He endured for twenty years just to stay alive, and then one day, he was suddenly back in reality. And somehow, he ended up as a Tree administrator.

    If a teenager suffering from middle school second year syndrome had made up a half-baked backstory on the spot, it wouldn’t sound any different.

    But this was the life Hitoshi had actually lived.

    He was simply grateful he had managed to return from that hell alive.

    Looking back, it was thanks to all that suffering that he had even been able to join Tree in the first place.

    It had also led him to meet good people.

    “What? You got trapped in a game world? Damn, that’s one of the worst ones. Must’ve been rough. But in the end, you survived—that’s all that matters.”

    When he first heard those words, Hitoshi felt genuinely glad to have joined Tree.

    He had started at the lowly Epsilon rank, but through sheer grit, he clawed his way up to Delta.

    Because he wanted to grow stronger.

    Because he wanted to protect his comrades.

    Though his recollection had only lasted about two seconds, it had been more than enough for Gi-jun to focus his mind.

    “You done meditating?”

    As Gi-jun moved his hand, the debris on the ground simultaneously rose into the air.

    Whooosh!

    The jagged fragments shot toward Hitoshi’s chest like a storm of shrapnel.

    “Summon of the War God.”

    A crimson aura enveloped Hitoshi’s body.

    Every time his dual blades moved, the incoming projectiles fell harmlessly to the ground.

    ‘Fucking hell. This is a pain in the ass.’

    Gi-jun had already figured out there were limitations to his sorcery, but his abilities showed no signs of stopping.

    ‘Another enhancement-type spell?’

    Before Gi-jun could even process his thoughts, Hitoshi charged in like a hurricane.

    His twin swords danced with ruthless speed.

    “There’s nowhere left to run.”

    “I wasn’t planning to run.”

    Gi-jun, who had been stepping back, suddenly stopped.

    He grabbed the dagger tucked inside his sleeve, deflected Hitoshi’s blade, and closed the distance in an instant.

    “!”

    His movements were completely different from before.

    Hitoshi reacted slow, barely managing to parry the dagger, but then—

    BAM!

    Gi-jun’s fist, reinforced with telekinetic force, slammed into Hitoshi’s abdomen.

    “The warm-up’s over, bastard.”

    BOOM!

    A thunderous impact echoed as Hitoshi’s body was hurled backward.

    ‘…Isn’t he supposed to be specialized in ranged combat?!’

    The sheer power was far beyond his expectations.

    Flustered, Hitoshi struggled to regain his balance, but Gi-jun was already on him, launching a relentless follow-up attack.

    BAM! BAM! BAM!

    Dagger strikes and fists rained down without pause.

    Hitoshi fought desperately to defend himself, but he could only manage to block the deadliest blows—he was losing control of the fight.

    ‘This is his real strength?!’

    He had been confident in his close-combat skills, yet now he was barely keeping up with Gi-jun’s movements.

    “See? That’s what happens when you keep running your mouth.”

    Gi-jun’s telekinesis, combined with the martial arts he had honed during his military days, formed a deadly combination.

    His self-developed combat style—a hybrid of close-quarters dagger techniques and telekinetic reinforcement—was unleashed in full force.

    As blood seeped from multiple wounds on Hitoshi’s body, Gi-jun intensified his assault.

    But despite everything, none of his attacks had landed a decisive blow.

    On the surface, Gi-jun maintained a relaxed, poker-faced demeanor, but inwardly, he was starting to feel impatient.

    ‘There’s no time. I need to finish this quickly.’

    The prolonged use of his telekinesis was starting to take its toll—his head was beginning to throb.

    ‘If I show any signs of strain now, everything I’ve built up will crumble. I have to endure.’

    But Gi-jun wasn’t the only one feeling the pressure.

    Hitoshi, too, sensed the urgency of the situation.

    Miyuki had already lost her match.

    If he fell here as well, he wouldn’t be able to face his teammates.

    ‘I didn’t want to use this… but there’s no way I’m losing to some damn Koreans.’

    The reason for his intense hostility—

    Part of it was due to his attachment to his team.

    But at the root of it all, Hitoshi despised South Korea.

    Because in the past, a Korean administrator named Taesan had utterly crushed the mentor he had once revered.

    “Never look down on South Korea again.”

    He still couldn’t forget the sight of the senior he had so admired foaming at the mouth and wetting his pants.

    Because of that—He absolutely could not lose.

    “Deal with the Evil God.”

    Mustering the last of his strength to create distance from Gi-jun, Hitoshi plunged one of his swords into the ground. Then, with the other, he slashed his own hand, letting his blood drip down.

    “The price is…”

    Hitoshi activated the most powerful sorcery he had—Deal with the Evil God.

    Its ability was simple.

    Just as the name suggested, it was a transaction with an evil god, where the user could offer something in exchange for an equivalent reward.

    The offering could be anything related to the user.

    It didn’t have to be physical—he could sacrifice his lifespan, his memories, or even a part of his body.

    “My lif—”

    But just as he was about to name the price, Hitoshi abruptly fell silent.

    His body froze at the sight unfolding before him.

    The air was filled with weapons of all shapes and sizes.

    “Are you done with your little performance?”

    Every blade Gi-jun had on him, from the daggers in his coat to the various training weapons prepared for sparring—

    Even the shattered fragments created by their battle—

    Every single one floated in perfect formation, densely packed, as if forming a storm of blades ready to be unleashed.

    A smirk crept across Gi-jun’s face as blood trickled from his nose.

    He ignored it and continued.

    “You dumbass. That sorcery of yours obviously looks dangerous as hell—who the hell would just stand there and let you use it?”

    “……”

    “Goodbye.”

    Just as Hitoshi resigned himself to his fate and whispered the final price, the weapons rained down.

    KWAGAGAGANG!

    A deafening roar filled the space. The relentless downpour of blades lasted about a full minute before finally coming to a stop.

    When the dust settled, Hitoshi’s figure emerged from the wreckage.

    His body was filled with different weapons, though miraculously, his head remained intact.

    “Tch. Ungrateful bastard. I even let you keep your damn life.”

    Slumping onto the ground, Gi-jun wiped the blood from his face before glancing toward the transparent barrier where Taeseong’s group was watching.

    Then, just like Oh Haeyoung had done earlier, he casually flashed a peace sign.

    “Haah… Seriously, that was a pain in the ass.”

    Collapsing onto his back, Gi-jun tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth.

    With a final thought—that he really needed to train his psychokinesis to avoid nosebleeds next time—he lost consciousness.


    The first to speak was Xiao Yun.

    Clapping his hands in approval, he remarked,

    “Wow. He’s got a more interesting way of using psychokinesis than I expected. That kid might actually be worth training.”

    When Ito remained silent, Xiao Yun turned to him.

    “Ito. You should respond.”

    “Y-yeah.”

    This time, Xiao Yun turned his gaze to Taeseong.

    “Hmm. What did you think, Taeseong?”

    “I found it entertaining.”

    “Right? What’s that kid’s name?”

    “Yu Gi-jun.”

    “Yu Gi-jun… Did you expected him to win?”

    Taeseong nodded without hesitation.

    Not just expected—he had been certain.

    “Yes.”

    And then—

    The door burst open.

    Yato, her face twisted in fury, strode in and roared,

    “Ito! How many times have I told you not to cause trouble?! I was gone for just a moment to make my report, and you couldn’t even wait that long before stirring up another mess? That’s it. This time, I’m really going to—”

    Then, belatedly noticing Xiao Yun, Yato’s face stiffened in shock.

    “Xiao Yun… Administrator?”

    “Hey there, Yato. Still as pretty as ever.”

    Her demeanor shifted in an instant.

    From a woman fuming with rage to someone treading carefully, as if walking on thin ice.

    “T-thank you… But why are you here?”

    “Me? I came to see cute little Ito. What, am I not allowed?”

    Yato’s face darkened visibly.

    “…No, of course not.”

    “Don’t look so grim. I really did just come to watch.”

    “…Understood.”

    Internally, though, Yato was screaming.

    She had already been at her wit’s end dealing with her brother’s reckless actions, and now, of all things, there was a monster here whom she couldn’t afford to offend.

    ‘There’s nothing to gain from provoking this guy. I need to get out of here.’

    Making up her mind, Yato turned to Ito and ordered,

    “Ito. We’ll talk about this later. For now… just end this ridiculous match, gather the team, and clean up the mess. Understood?”

    “……”

    “Answer me.”

    “…Understood.”

    Just as the situation seemed to be settling, Xiao Yun cut in.

    “Wait a second. Ito.”

    “Uh… yeah?”

    “Who’s up next?”

    “Me… and that Joseon bastard.”

    Hearing that, Xiao Yun’s lips curled into a smirk.

    “You and Lee Taeseong, huh?”

    Ito nodded hesitantly.

    Xiao Yun’s eyes flicked to Yato.

    “Yato.”

    “Yes, Administrator Xiao Yun?”

    “Sorry, but I have to stay and watch this one.”

    “……”

    A heavy silence filled the room.

    In that moment—one second stretching into eternity—Yato’s mind raced frantically.

    After a long pause, she carefully chose her words, speaking as politely as possible.

    “Administrator Xiao Yun… Lee Taeseong is still only at the Delta rank. If he were to get seriously injured in this match, we’d have no face to show the Korean branch. Wouldn’t it be better if we…”

    But before she could finish, Taeseong interrupted.

    “I don’t mind. This works out well. Both of you—come at me together.”

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 33

    As Gi-jun and Hitoshi stepped out of the room, the administrator who had been chatting with Hitoshi stroked his mustache and muttered in a theatrical tone,

    “Ah, I never imagined that Miyuki would actually lose.”

    Ito, looking rather impressed, responded,

    “Yeah. I didn’t expect her to lose either. I thought she was just another bug among the countless others, but she turned out to be more capable than I assumed.”

    Unlike Hitoshi, these two didn’t seem particularly concerned about the fact that their teammate had lost.

    ‘That guy is unexpected.’

    Taeseong had thought that this wild beast of a man named Ito would be raging by now. Judging by his past behaviour, it wouldn’t have been surprising.

    An unpredictable colt.

    That was Taeseong’s assessment of him.

    “Miyuki still has a long way to go. She needs to fight more aggressively! She always tries to hold back, and that’s why, when it really matters, she ends up powerless and loses!”

    For the first time, the unpredictable guy said something Taeseong could actually agree with.

    “What about you, young lady? What do you think?”

    “Can you stop calling me ‘young lady’ all the time, old man?”

    “Haha, quite the feisty one, aren’t you?”

    “Ugh, talking like you’re something special. Why don’t you focus on your own work instead of evaluating others?”

    “…Ahem. Quite the sharp tongue, too.”

    Taeseong’s assessment of the mustache-wearing man:

    ‘A loudmouth.’

    Lee Eunha turned to Taeseong and asked,

    “What did you think of the match, Taeseong?”

    After a brief moment of thought, Taeseong answered succinctly,

    “…I think it was excellent.”

    “That’s all?”

    “What more do you need?”

    Letting out a sigh, Lee Eunha shook her head.

    “Forget it.”

    She meant it.

    At first, Oh Haeyoung’s hesitation and inability to perform at her full potential had been frustrating. But in the end, she had thrown everything aside and fought with all her heart.

    And she won.

    Some might call it luck, but Taeseong didn’t see it that way.

    She had been able to win because she let go of her fears.

    Taeseong was convinced—she would grow far stronger than she was now.

    “Beta.”

    “Huh?”

    “She may even surpass that level. Chief Oh Haeyoung.”

    Lee Eunha was so taken aback that she almost refuted him, but seeing the seriousness on Taeseong’s face, she found herself unable to say anything.

    She could only dismiss it as something that just hadn’t sunk in yet.

    ‘Beta rank isn’t as simple as Taeseong seems to think…’

    From Beta rank onward, individuals were essentially living disasters.

    Beings capable of wiping out an entire metropolis on their own.

    The idea that Oh Haeyoung would one day stand shoulder to shoulder with such monsters?

    No matter how highly she regarded Taeseong, it was an absurd notion.

    “Pfft. Hey, I get that you care about your teammate, but you should know what to say and what not to say. Do you seriously think that rookie could ever reach Beta rank?”

    “…”

    Taeseong ignored the comment entirely.

    “Am I talking to a wall?”

    Just then, the door swung open, and a tall man entered.

    Narrow, sharp eyes, black hair tied up, and a suit exclusively for administrators—he was clearly one of them.

    The man walked up to Ito, casually placing an arm on his shoulder as he spoke.

    “Ito. So this is where you were? I’ve been looking all over for you.”

    “Y-You?! What are you doing here…?”

    “What do you mean? I came because I wanted to see you, of course. And here you are, having fun without me. You really are a troublemaker, aren’t you?”

    It was the first time Taeseong had ever seen the wild colt-like Ito act so subdued. Even with a hand on his shoulder, he was as quiet as a frightened puppy.

    ‘Who is this guy?’

    The mustache-wearing administrator also looked as if he had seen a ghost, his face turning pale.

    The man’s gaze shifted to Taeseong.

    “And you are?”

    “Lee Taeseong.”

    Noticing something, Lee Eunha quickly pinched his thigh.

    “…Sir.”

    “You’re from Korea?”

    Lee Eunha quickly answered this time.

    “Yes. I’m currently the acting team leader of Management Team 4—”

    “I wasn’t asking you.”

    The atmosphere turned ice cold in an instant.

    The man smirked at Lee Eunha, who was visibly flustered.

    “Relax, I was just kidding. Nice to meet you. Name’s Xiao Yun.”

    Despite the casual tone, no one in the room relaxed.

    “What’s with the stiff faces? Am I not welcome here?”

    The mustached man quickly spoke up.

    “N-No, sir! It’s an honour to have someone of your caliber visiting such a humble place!”

    “Hahaha! An honour, huh? I’m just here to help, like the rest of you.”

    “We are always grateful for your support!”

    “Alright, alright. It’s just work, after all. Looks like you were watching something interesting—mind if I join?”

    “O-Of course, sir!”

    Throughout the exchange, Taeseong hadn’t taken his eyes off Xiao Yun.

    From the moment he stepped into the room, Taeseong’s instincts had been screaming at him.

    That man was dangerous.

    Something deep inside him stirred—a primal hunger.

    Gulp.

    Unconsciously, Taeseong swallowed.

    Xiao Yun walked up to him.

    “Lee Taeseong, was it?”

    “Yes.”

    “You seem hungry.”

    Taeseong nodded honestly.

    To be even more honest, he wanted to say:

    I want to devour you whole, right now.

    His instincts were screaming for it.

    But instincts were just instincts.

    If he couldn’t control them, he would be no different from a beast.

    And Taeseong considered himself human.

    Only now did he truly understand the meaning of ‘Gluttony.’

    The hunger surging from the depths of his being—it would only grow stronger as he sought out more powerful prey.

    “Do you have something to say?”

    Xiao Yun suddenly extended his hand for a handshake.

    “I like you.”

    “…”

    When Taeseong clasped hands with Xiao Yun, the latter began to tighten his grip.

    Taeseong also applied force in return, but the difference in strength was overwhelming.

    A power beyond imagination.

    Crunch. Crack. Crackle.

    The sound of bones being crushed echoed through the room.

    Yet, Taeseong didn’t let out a single groan and simply stared at him.

    One second.

    Two seconds.

    Three seconds.

    .

    .

    .

    Thirty seconds.

    Only then did Xiao Yun release his grip, smiling brightly.

    “You’re interesting.”

    “You’re not.”

    “What’s your rank?”

    “Delta.”

    “Delta? Hahahaha! You’re really something. No one has lasted this long before. Since I like you, I’ll grant you one wish.”

    “I’ll let you know if I think of one later.”

    “Alright. Think carefully. This isn’t an opportunity you get every day.”

    After saying that, the tall man sat on a nearby chair, humming as he watched the sparring match.

    For some reason, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

    Taeseong ignored him and slowly flexed his battered hand. Thanks to Orochi’s tail, his hand had already healed perfectly.

    ‘Was that just a show of dominance? Acting like some punk.’

    He felt like killing him on the spot, but he reminded himself that if he caused any more trouble, he’d die at Eunha’s hands first.

    Not to mention, he wasn’t even sure if he could win against him right now.

    As Ito and Mustache looked at him with disbelief, Taeseong spoke.

    “What are you staring at?”

    “…Nothing.”

    “…Ahem.”

    Eunha, cautiously approaching, whispered quietly.

    “Are you okay?”

    Instead of answering, Taeseong simply nodded.

    Eunha didn’t say anything further but wrote with her finger.

    Hold it in no matter what.

    Don’t mess with him.

    Never.

    As Taeseong nodded, he glanced at Xiao Yun, who playfully winked at him.

    Ignoring him completely, Taeseong turned his attention back to Gi-jun’s upcoming match.


    Stepping into the arena, Gi-jun calmly observed his opponent.

    The blatant provocation before the fight wasn’t just because he was pissed off; the real reason was to throw off his opponent’s mental state.

    ‘Any human, when agitated, has a harder time displaying their full ability.’

    Before being an administrator, he was a soldier.

    A soldier specialized in killing.

    Despite his outward appearance, Gi-jun was a highly calculating man.

    ‘Dual wielding…?’

    An uncommon style. Not entirely unfamiliar, but he had little experience facing such an opponent.

    So, he decided to start with a probing strategy.

    “When the hell are you going to start? Are you just gonna stand there posing until the sun sets?”

    “…You fucking bastard, running your mouth nonstop.”

    “Stop trying so hard and just attack already. Sooner or later, you’ll be grabbing my pant leg, begging for mercy.”

    “We’ll see if that filthy mouth of yours keeps running after I tear it apart.”

    “Yep, uneducated fools really do show their true colors.”

    Fury laced Hitoshi’s voice as magic coursed through it.

    “Blessing of the Wind God.”

    The air around him enveloped his entire body.

    ‘Wait, he can use both sorcery and swordsmanship!?’

    Riding the wind, Hitoshi closed the distance swiftly.

    “Wrath of the Fire God.”

    Flames erupted from the twin swords he held.

    As he swung them, a blazing slash flew toward Gi-jun.

    Utilizing the repulsion of his telekinetic force, Gi-jun launched himself like a spring into the air, shouting.

    “You idiot. Do you always have to chant those cringeworthy spells to use magic? Then let me try. Blessing of the Idiot!”

    Striking a ridiculous pose, he clenched his fist—

    And Hitoshi’s right shoulder shattered.

    “Too bad. If my aim was just a little better, your head would’ve been gone.”

    “…You bastard.”

    Though Hitoshi spoke defiantly, Gi-jun was inwardly surprised.

    In that split second, his opponent had instinctively twisted his body to minimize the damage.

    ‘This is going to be annoying. He’s more skilled than I thought.’

    The biggest advantage of Gi-jun’s ability was that it had no visible form.

    If an opponent didn’t know what his power was—

    That first attack was always devastating.

    Most never got the chance to even figure it out before they were dead.

    “Embrace of the Mother God.”

    “Holy shit. Just how many gods do you serve?”

    As Hitoshi chanted, his shattered shoulder began to heal.

    ‘The versatility of his ability is impressive, but it’s not without its limitations. His stamina is bound to drop significantly over time.’

    Just as Gi-jun predicted, Hitoshi’s sorcery had a major weakness.

    The moment Gi-jun landed, Hitoshi lunged at him like a tempest.

    Anticipating this, Gi-jun used his telekinetic power to raise the ground.

    Rumble!

    A massive wall shot up between them.

    “……”

    While Hitoshi adjusted his stance, Gi-jun compressed a swirling mass of telekinetic energy into a bullet and fired it.

    Bang!

    The formless projectile pierced through the wall and struck Hitoshi’s shoulder.

    “Hmm. Two points.”

    “…Tch. Just a bunch of cheap tricks.”

    “Like you’re one to talk.”

    The moment the conversation ended, several sharp lines appeared on the wall—

    And it shattered into pieces.

    “So all you do is scurry around like a rat?”

    Hitoshi, visibly furious, charged forward and swung his blade at Gi-jun’s throat.

    ────.

    A thin crack appeared on Gi-jun’s neck, and a thin trickle of blood seeped out.

    If not for the telekinetic force protecting his neck, his head would have been severed.

    At that moment, Gi-jun sensed something off.

    ‘Why isn’t he using his healing magic this time?’

    Earlier, he had immediately healed his wounds.

    Yet now, his shoulder remained pierced.

    ‘Come to think of it, the flames on his swords are gone too.’

    A sudden realization flashed through Gi-jun’s mind.

    And the moment he grasped it—

    A wicked grin spread across his face.

    “So, you can’t use the same spell twice, can you?”

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 32

    Lightning-fast strikes rained down, and sweat poured from Haeyoung’s body like a heavy downpour.

    “Haa… Haa…”

    Her breathing was ragged.

    Whether it was the tension or something else, her body felt much heavier than usual.

    Despite her diligent physical training, had she put too much force into her movements?

    As time passed, heat surged through her body.

    ‘She’s too fast!’

    Her opponent’s speed far exceeded her expectations.

    She wasn’t overwhelmingly outmatched in terms of strength.
    However, in every other aspect, the difference in skill was glaringly obvious.

    The most significant gap was speed.

    Just keeping up with her opponent’s movements visually was exhausting, forcing her into a defensive stance.

    Even as Miyuki unleashed strikes fast enough to make Haeyoung’s tongue click in disbelief, her expression remained utterly unchanged.

    “……”

    At a glance, her swordsmanship seemed simple and monotonous.

    Yet, upon closer observation, it became clear that there wasn’t a single wasted motion.

    Her style was designed solely for one purpose—to kill her opponent.

    Her blade, embodying a restrained elegance, was sharper than any beast’s fangs.

    ‘…I can’t just keep defending like this.’

    Not even five minutes had passed since the duel began, yet Haeyoung’s body was already riddled with small wounds.

    None were serious enough to hinder her movements, but at this rate, she wouldn’t even be able to put up a proper fight before losing.

    ‘Get it together.’

    She was shrinking back more than usual.

    There were many reasons for it, but the biggest factor was a drop in confidence.

    Lately, she had been facing opponents far stronger than herself.

    And with the arrival of Taeseong, an absolute anomaly, she had been forced to confront just how weak she truly was.

    She understood that Taeseong was a special existence beyond common sense.

    But that didn’t make her any stronger.

    A sense of helplessness had taken root within her, slowly corroding her spirit.

    The greatest strengths she possessed—her energy and determination—were no longer functioning properly.

    The truth was, Haeyoung was much stronger than she thought.

    Her past experiences had nurtured her growth, allowing her to accomplish far more than she realized.

    She was the only one who didn’t see it.

    “It’s about time to finish this.”

    Miyuki retrieved her blade and swiftly formed a series of hand signs.

    In an instant, afterimages of her figure solidified, splitting into five.


    The two managers observing from the room exchanged glances, as if there was no longer any point in watching.

    “It’s over.”

    “I don’t think she even needed to use ninjutsu to win.”

    Lee Eunha, who had belatedly recognized something, muttered.

    “…No wonder her name sounded familiar. That manager must be from the Iga ninja clan.”

    “Oh? You’ve got a sharp eye, miss.”

    Ignoring the remark, Eunha turned to Taeseong and Gi-jun.

    “She’s using ninjutsu… and that sword. It’s one of the legendary blades wielded by the Iga clan’s head. I thought the Iga clan was nearly extinct… but it seems they still have successors.”

    Yoo Gi-jun, clearly impressed, asked,

    “…How do you even know all this, Deputy?”

    “Oh, just… I picked it up somewhere.”

    The truth was, Lee Eunha had an insatiable intellectual curiosity.

    She prided herself on being well-versed in all sorts of knowledge.

    If there was anyone in the organization who could match her in that regard, it would probably be Choi Harin, the head of the intelligence division.

    But at this point, nothing surprised her anymore.

    Reincarnators, returnees, spirits, and psychics all existed in this world—what was a ninja compared to that?

    What frustrated her, however, was something else.

    Taeseong knew Haeyoung’s combat abilities better than anyone.

    That’s why he had given her advice.

    Had that advice become a hindrance instead?

    She was performing worse than usual.

    ‘Believe in yourself, Oh Haeyoung.’


    Miyuki’s five duplicates all looked identical to the original.

    [You fool! How long do you plan to stay on the defensive?! Haven’t I told you time and time again?! Don’t waste time trying to compensate for your weaknesses—focus on maximizing your strengths! Your strength and recovery ability are your greatest assets!]

    Yeah.

    If I let this end like this, I won’t be able to grow any further.

    I need to become stronger.

    —Fine. If you lose, you’ll learn something from it. If you win, you’ll gain something from that as well. Use that as fuel to move forward, and eventually, you’ll see the path ahead.

    ‘For the sake of achieving my goal.’

    Haeyoung recalled Taeseong’s advice and the reason she had joined the Tree organization as a manager.

    She made her decision.

    ‘Grandfather.’

    [What is it?]

    ‘Lend me your strength.’

    [So, you’ve finally made up your mind.]

    ‘Just 10%.’

    [You still don’t trust me?]

    There was nothing to lose by going all out here.

    After all, she was just an Epsilon, while her opponent was a Delta.
    If the result was already decided, she might as well throw everything she had at it.

    “Alright, screw it—let’s go all in!”

    Divine Descent (降神).

    Her rank temporarily rose to Delta.

    The evolving artifact, Ragnar Lothbrok’s Pendant, radiated a blinding light.

    “……!”

    Even with just 10% of its power, an explosive force surged from her core.

    A sensation of joy dominated her entire being.

    ‘Now I understand why Grandmother warned me about this.’

    Haeyoung charged toward the clones, swinging her axe left and right.

    Despite the sudden shift in momentum, Miyuki remained composed and countered each attack calmly.

    Her movements were as light as a feather.

    But with each swing of Haeyoung’s axe, fresh wounds appeared on Miyuki’s body.

    Slice!

    Her shoulder was cut.

    Slice!

    Her side was slashed.

    Slice!

    Her nape was grazed, yet she pressed on with relentless determination.

    In fact, the more wounds she sustained, the fiercer her attacks became.

    ‘Just one hit! I just need to land one clean hit!’

    It was reckless, brute-force combat.

    Yet, as time passed, it was Miyuki who began to falter.

    For the first time, her previously unreadable expression twisted with unease.

    ‘Was she hiding her true strength all along?’

    They say offense is the best defense.

    Now that Haeyoung had turned aggressive, her strengths were finally shining through.

    Miyuki’s combat style was precise.

    She relied on speed and accuracy, targeting vital points while whittling down opponents with ninjutsu and hidden weapons.

    But that also meant each of her individual strikes lacked overwhelming force.

    Haeyoung, on the other hand, charged forward with unrelenting ferocity, swinging her axe with bloodshot eyes.

    Her roar echoed through the training hall.

    “Uwaaaaaahhh!”

    Her appearance, so frenzied that it made one doubt whether she was truly the same person as before, was that of a berserker.

    ‘Has she lost her reason?’

    Miyuki tried to maintain her composure as she persistently aimed for vital points.

    Yet, even in her frenzied state, her instincts seemed sharper than ever, as she evaded lethal strikes while taking most attacks head-on.

    Meat for bones.

    Simply put, she was sacrificing flesh to claim the opponent’s bones.

    Every time her axe sliced through the air, the piercing sound it produced was enough to make Miyuki sense the looming danger.

    ‘If I take even one clean hit, I’ll be the one finished instead.

    To think an Epsilon-ranked opponent possesses this level of combat ability…’

    Haeyoung, her body looking as if it had been submerged in a pool of blood, grinned at Miyuki.

    “……?”

    A moment later.

    Miyuki realized the meaning behind that grin.

    In the midst of fending off Haeyoung’s relentless assault, she had unknowingly backed herself into a dead end.

    The moment she belatedly grasped the situation and attempted to scale the wall to reposition herself—

    Boom!

    Haeyoung swung her axe down, striking the ground.

    Fragments of the shattered floor shot up, blocking Miyuki’s escape route.

    Had she been her usual self, she would have calmly handled the situation.

    But in her current state, she was psychologically shaken.

    From the very beginning, as a Delta-ranked warrior, the thought of losing to a mere Epsilon-ranked opponent like Oh Haeyoung had never crossed her mind.

    She had been so certain of victory that now, finding herself in such a predicament, she couldn’t help but panic.

    And in the end, that lapse in judgment led to an unexpected turn.

    For the first time, Haeyoung’s axe managed to graze Miyuki.

    Whoosh!

    Even so, Miyuki swiftly retrieved her sword to parry the blow.

    But Haeyoung’s axe came crashing down with the force to shatter both her weapon and her body.

    Crash!

    Unable to withstand the impact, Miyuki was sent flying and slammed into the wall.

    As she staggered to her feet, the first thing that entered her blurred vision was Haeyoung’s axe, descending with enough force to split her skull in two.

    “…I surrender.”

    Thud.

    The moment those words left her lips, Haeyoung’s axe came to an abrupt stop.

    Had it descended just a fraction more, the contents of Miyuki’s skull might have been exposed for all to see.

    Haeyoung gasped for breath.

    “Haa… Haa…”

    Only then did the crimson light in her eyes fade, returning to normal.

    As if her strength had left her, she let out a dull thud as she dropped her axe and collapsed onto the floor in a spread-eagle position.

    A pool of blood formed beneath her.

    Somehow, the victor looked far more battered than the defeated.

    “Hehehe.”

    Despite everything, she let out a weak chuckle, seemingly pleased with herself.

    Struggling to raise her upper body, she turned toward the transparent wall.

    “…Hehe. I won!”

    She grinned broadly, forming a V-sign with her fingers.

    And then, she promptly passed out.

    Miyuki checked her own condition before rising to her feet.

    ‘I must have at least three or four broken ribs.’

    Gripping her injured side, she looked down at Haeyoung.

    ‘Assuming I would win without question was my mistake. In the end, it was my arrogance that led to my defeat. I won’t try to justify it as carelessness—I must push myself even further.’

    “Hmph… I won… I…”

    Hearing Haeyoung’s sleep-talking, Miyuki let out a quiet chuckle.

    Then, she hoisted Haeyoung onto her back and carried her toward the waiting medical team.


    ‘Ugh, I’m going to get a facial cramp at this rate.’

    Gi-jun, who had been barely holding back his laughter, finally burst out into a fit of laughter.

    “Puhahahaha! Seriously, that was amazing. How does someone even think to flash a V-sign in that situation? Hey, Hitomi! What do you think? Isn’t our administrator just the cutest?”

    Unlike Gi-jun, who was roaring with laughter, Hitoshi wore a face as sour as if he had swallowed something foul.

    “…It’s Hitoshi, not Hitomi.”

    “Oh, my bad, my bad. I’m not great at remembering names. But why aren’t you answering my question? That administrator you looked down on—that lowly Epsilon-ranked Korean administrator—just defeated a mighty Delta-ranked administrator!”

    “……”

    Hitoshi, rendered speechless, remained silent.

    Seeing this, Gi-jun grinned wickedly and continued taunting him.

    “Oh? Why so quiet now? Knock, knock, Hitoshi? Are you there? Ah! Ah! Can you hear me? Or maybe you’re so shocked you’ve gone mute?”

    Gi-jun was relentless by nature. Moreover, his years of gaming had honed his skills in verbal combat to near perfection.

    ‘This bastard had the audacity to spend all day looking down on us—talking about Epsilon this, Korea that—well, look at him now.’

    “You sure loved running your mouth all day, but now that things aren’t in your favour, you’ve suddenly shut up? That’s some impressive tactical retreating. Is that how you managed to become Delta-ranked?”

    Face flushed as red as a tomato, Hitoshi could no longer contain his boiling rage and shouted—

    “Step outside. Now.”

    “What, you think that’ll scare me?”