God Of Killing And Destruction (2)

The old man was pondering while the other old man agreed.

Then the pondering old man suddenly lost his temper and overturned the table.

With heightened reflexes, he barely managed to catch the bowl that might have shattered in mid-air.

“Hey! You crazy fool!”

“Why?!”

“Do you know what kind of skill that is…? Can a young guy like that handle it?”

“Hmph! He’s a representative, surely he can handle it, right?”

“What if he dies?!”

“If he dies, it’s his fate, isn’t it? Why should I worry about that?”

“You irresponsible old man!”

“What?! Are you picking a fight with me?”

While the two bickered, I used the newly learned skill of manipulating objects in mid-air to pour a drink into the bowl I barely saved in the critical moment.

As I passed one drink, then another, I enjoyed the red tears left by the setting sun beyond the northern wall, savoring the tranquil atmosphere for the first time in a while.

The harmonious blend of the sharp aroma of alcohol and the scent of herbs added to the ambiance, bringing a smile to my lips.

While enjoying the drink and the sunset after a long time, my face tingled under a gaze filled with killing intent.

Turning towards the source of the hostility, I saw the two old men glaring at me with a look similar to how Lee Hyo-ju looked at Arun.

“What is it?”

“Doesn’t it bother you at all?”

The old man who insisted I might die pounded his chest in frustration and asked. The other old man shook his head side to side, grumbling.

“What do you mean?”

“You! You might die, I said!”

“Ah… is that so? If I die, it can’t be helped. Isn’t this the ‘Battlefield of the Gods’? In a place where killing and being killed is everyday life, how can you worry about such things? Besides, in ten years, less than ten thousand of the hundred thousand representatives will remain. How can you guarantee I won’t be among them?”

“Still, you fool! You should get married! You know, try this and that with a woman!”

“Marriage, well, it’s a shame I haven’t done that, but I’ve tried this and that, and even those things with a woman. And there’s one thing you’re forgetting.”

“What is it?!”

“It’s the training period now. No representative dies from receiving ‘transmission.’ The ‘setting’ wouldn’t allow it.”

“Ugh!”

“See! I told you it wouldn’t work! Didn’t you see how stubbornly he held on earlier?”

“You senile old man! You were the one who suggested trying it!”

“Hmph!”

It seemed they wanted to scare me into giving up by suggesting I might die.

Of course, I didn’t guess that, but no matter how incredible the skill, you don’t die from receiving ‘transmission.’

So, a naive representative might have been frightened by their words, but someone like me, who’s been through a lot, wouldn’t fall for it.

“You both know that if you win in the ‘Battlefield of the Gods,’ you get a wish granted, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s say I win. If I wish for those two years to be erased, would they grant it? It’s like the host of this ‘Battlefield of the Gods’ has changed from the Creator to those two years, isn’t it?”

“Of course!”

“Wouldn’t it be lucky if that crazy woman doesn’t try to kill you?”

The two old men nodded vigorously in agreement. Especially when talking about the Demon God, they ground their teeth fiercely.

“So, we’re going to use the ‘Battlefield of the Gods.’ Not for some wish, but to exploit the setting that governs the ‘Battlefield of the Gods.’”

“How?”

“How?”

Smiling broadly at the two old men who leaned in with interest, I raised one hand.

“I’ll tell you if you pass on your skills to me.”

“…Ugh, we got tricked!”

“Ugh! You sly brat.”

Their faces were full of disappointment.

One old man raised his hand abruptly, almost as if he was about to hit me in a fit of anger. Both of them smacked their lips in regret without saying who would go first.

“What are you going to do? I’m busy.”

“Tsk. Even if I wanted to, I can’t teach you! You brat!”

“Why not?”

Grumbling, the two old men began to explain their techniques in a long-winded manner, as if they had no choice.

“I don’t know how you came to know about ‘God of Killing’ and ‘Destruction,’ but judging by your size and demeanor, it seems you use force. With such divine power, you can’t use those two techniques. You haven’t awakened the power close to the source of chaos…!”

“Damn it!!”

In front of the two old men who were explaining for a while, I awakened the chaos sleeping inside me, circulated it internally, and followed the path of the Mixed Origin Yang Divine Art to cover my right hand like a glove, causing curses to spill from their mouths.

“What the hell are you? How can a young brat like you awaken chaos?!”

“Oh no! We’re doomed, doomed! We’re really going to get robbed! What are we going to do! You senile old fool!”

“I’m a representative. Just a guy with deep grudges against crazy women. And today, I’ve taken on the task of avenging two transcendent beings.”

I conveyed my determination, enunciating each word with a serious tone.

The two old men clicked their tongues once and became serious as well, falling into contemplation.

Occasionally, exclamations like “Ugh!” or “Damn!” slipped out, and the barrel of liquor became lighter than half.

“Who is the transcendent?”

“I believe you both know better than to ask that question lightly.”

“I’m asking because I have a hunch, you rascal! When I first tried to pierce a hole in your body by injecting divine power, I sensed traces of external martial arts. There’s only one person who could have mastered such incredible external martial arts. That guy, Jimnas. I heard he beat up a Heavenly God for a month with his mysterious external martial arts, right? And those sparkling eyes. Aren’t they the eyes of that battle maniac holed up in the library?”

“Who knows.”

The old man nodded and asked no more.

However, it was clear that the two old men were communicating with each other using something other than their voices.

“We’ll do it.”

“Pardon? Thank you.”

“But it’s not some crude technique you can learn from a yellow piece of paper. You have to think of it as a kind of enlightenment. Like my ‘God of Killing’ or that old man’s ‘Destruction.’ So, you need to learn the basics first. ‘God of Killing’ starts with handling ‘True Killing Intent’ and once you’re familiar with using ‘Breaking Qi’ like your hands and feet, you infuse chaos into it to complete ‘God of Killing.’”

“‘Destruction’ is, ugh! You have to learn magic. Because ‘Destruction’ involves drawing out the energy of annihilation from chaos. But, you don’t happen to know magic, do you?”

“Yes. I’ve only learned the basics.”

“Oh dear! We’re doomed. We’re really going to lose everything!”

The old man who comically beat the bench while wailing was Talys of “Destruction.” The old man who constantly grumbled was Biosis of “God of Killing.”

The reason I came to know about these two beings was during my previous life when I was busy trying to persuade the transcendent.

To initially distinguish the transcendent, I requested several information guilds to find people who met about five conditions, and they were selected through cross-referencing.

People who do unnoticed work.

People who have never been sick.

People who have never skipped their work.

Extremely ordinary people.

Lastly, people whose appearance hasn’t changed even in the eyes of those who have lived in each region for a long time.

However, even with this method, these two old men were not included. They didn’t work at all.

They didn’t occasionally gather herbs or hunt to sell; instead, they dried herbs to brew alcohol and used the game as snacks. So, naturally, they weren’t on the list.

But there was one person, the librarian Shio, who couldn’t be avoided. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say they didn’t avoid him.

After bothering Shio for several days, I learned a lot of information by pestering him.

Among them were the skill names of each transcendent, the fact that he taught the “Eyes that Oversee the Battlefield” to Wise Star, the most mysterious among the Seven Stars, and the whereabouts of the two strongest among the Exorsus transcendent.

A transcendent who contended with the Demon God for supremacy. A being who, if strength alone were considered, would have become a god. Yet, an eccentric who refused to become one.

Biosis of “God of killing.”

Talys of “Destruction.”

Eccentrics who fought the Demon God, who is considered the strongest without obtaining the rank of a god.

It is said that the reason for the fight was simply to test how strong a god truly is.

They suddenly went to the Demon Realm, challenging the Demon God to a fight, and turned the Demon God’s subordinate into a handful of blood, eventually managing to wrestle with the Demon God himself—a tenacious eccentric.

The aftermath of the fight with the two was so severe that it was said the Demon God was always insane like now because of them.

In my previous life, I couldn’t even get close to the two old men. The moment I tried to approach their house, a killing intent overwhelmed me, making me feel like I would die.

By then, the training period had long ended, and I could have died, so I couldn’t risk my life.

Now, those two old men were offering to teach not just one technique but everything in the process of learning that technique. My voice naturally rose with excitement.

“So, should I come here every day?”

“No, we’ll come to you. Do you have a house?”

“Yes. I’m staying in the northern residential area of Exorsus. I’m using a mansion that was once inhabited by a duke.”

The two were surprised. They were as shocked as when I said I would reduce the power of the two gods.

“What? There? You’re rich, huh?”

“Oh ho! You’re rich! Well done, disciple. Call me master.”

“This crazy old man is trying to mooch off my disciple!”

“What? Disciple? That’s like an orc breathing fire. He’s my disciple! Clearly a mage’s build…”

Suddenly, they started calling me their disciple and began arguing over who I belonged to.

Talys seemed to hesitate in the middle, but then insisted stubbornly.

As the two old men bickered and seemed ready to unleash their divine power, I hurriedly intervened.

Honestly, I wanted to see the fight between the two beings.

However, if I get caught up in the commotion they might cause, all the effort I put into playing the fool today will be for nothing.

“Masters! I’ll be heading off first, then.”

“Huh? Where are you going?”

“Disciple, where are you planning to go?”

“Aren’t you both planning to visit tomorrow? I need to prepare, of course. I should tidy up the place you’ll be staying. Is there anything you particularly like?”

“Of course! That’s right. You’re such a thoughtful disciple.”

“Yes, my disciple. Go on, then.”

A being incredibly strong, yet unable to die after the battle with the Demon God, forced to continue living.

A transcendent who, due to a curse, could no longer grow in strength or find any enjoyment.

Finding joy is a short-lived endeavor, but to endure in such a state for over ten thousand years? If it were me, I might have given up on everything long ago.

If they didn’t have the incredibly strong mental fortitude of a transcendent, they would have gone mad by now.

‘Perhaps that hypothesis is true. The six great demon beasts…’

On the way home, I pondered where to use the two registration cards I unintentionally ended up with, and before I knew it, the heavy gate welcomed me.

A long and hectic, yet fulfilling outing came to an end like that.