Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 412

It was real.

It was Su-ho for certain—none other.

Of course, people didn’t recognize Su-ho.

Setting aside the chaos, his face and fame hadn’t spread as far as Mexico.

Naturally, that wasn’t the only reason they failed to recognize him.

At present, Su-ho was using a transformation skill, having borrowed the appearance of a dime-a-dozen Mexican man.

“Who the hell are you?”

“What the hell are you doing!!”

Boos and curses poured down.

No wonder.

What Su-ho had just killed was one of New New Mexico’s heroes.

But without so much as a blink, Su-ho kept his eyes on the Sawblade Cardinal, split in half and dead.

“Who is that guy?”

“Is he one of ours?”

“First time I’ve seen him?”

The Calavera Family was confused, too.

Who is that bastard?

He looks Mexican, but he doesn’t seem like one of our gang.

But he killed the Sawblade Cardinal, didn’t he?

Then is he on our side?

Among those whose thoughts reached that point, some Calavera Family punk approached Su-ho and acted familiar.

“Good job, brother. What you just did was a huge help to our family—”

But his words never reached the end.

Snik—SPLAAASH!

A slicing sound, and a geyser of blood.

Su-ho swung his sword and beheaded the Calavera gang member who tried to act chummy.

His gaze still remained on the Sawblade Cardinal, dead and halved.

Perhaps because of that—

Now even the Calavera Family began to fall into confusion.

Just who is this bastard?

He’s neither New New nor Calavera?

Yet contrary to all speculation, not a single person dared to approach Su-ho.

Right then—

Squirm— squirm—

Something that made everyone doubt their eyes occurred.

The corpse of the Sawblade Cardinal, which they were certain had died split in two, began to wriggle like a live fish.

“H-huh?”

“W-what is that?”

“W-why is that thing doing that?”

The way they referred to him shifted from Fernando or Sawblade Cardinal to “that thing.”

That was how hard the sight before their eyes was to accept.

But Su-ho smiled.

‘Came to the right place.’

Thinking so, he kept his eyes on Fernando, and after a while, Fernando’s corpse, which had been wriggling like a live fish, underwent the bizarre phenomenon of fusing back into one.

It was a grotesque sight.

The bisected body adhered into one as if magnetized; then, as if that weren’t enough, it stood up on its own two legs.

Next, the sliced parts of the body knit back together as they were, restoring perfectly with not even a seam left, and when ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ the last-joined face fused back into one, even the stunned eyes returned to their sockets.

Resurrection.

What other word could there be?

The resurrected Fernando parted his lips and let out a faint groan.

Then he rolled his neck muscles, making crack— crack— kinds of joint-popping sounds, and perhaps because they had seen the resurrection process, even that action looked incredibly uncanny.

At length, Fernando, fully back to himself, turned his gaze to Su-ho.

“Who are you?”

“Ask your partner who I am.”

“......I see.”

Your partner.

With that one phrase, Fernando accepted it at once and shifted his gaze elsewhere.

Then one of the New New members mustered up courage and approached Fernando.

“Y-Your Eminence, are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. However.”

“However?”

“I think I need some nutrients.”

“Huh?”

In that instant—

Crunch!!

Fernando’s hand pierced straight through the body of the nameless New New member.

“K— khak...... Y-Your Eminence......!”

The impaled man barely managed to speak.

But Fernando, as if completely uninterested, pursed his lips in a gesture to be quiet. And then—

Vrrrrrrrrr!!

KRRRRRRRRRUNCH!!

“Aaaaaarghhh!!”

Sharp bladed tendrils burst from his arm and, like that chainsaw, spun madly, shredding the New New member to pieces.

“Alonso!!”

“Your Eminence!! What are you doing!!”

People were steeped in shock at Fernando’s actions.

But regardless of their shock, Fernando brought a portion of skewered, ground Alonso to his own mouth and crunched down on some flesh stuck to the sawteeth.

An act that was nothing if not grotesque.

Yet the man himself, Fernando, wore an expression of utter ecstasy.

“Ahh, this is it......”

Disgusting.

But thanks to it, certainty was gained.

Su-ho used skills.

[ Heatstorm is activating. ]

Fwooooooosh!!

The skill used was Heatstorm.

However, he imbued only a very faint amount of mana, blasting a hair-dryer level temperature while keeping the airflow itself strong to forcibly push people back.

And then he used Mini Fear.

“Everyone, get lost.”

Tzzzt—tzzzt!

Is there any skill that can hammer a message straight into the ear as surely as Mini Fear?

At Su-ho’s warning, mafia or vigilante, it didn’t matter—only then did everyone come to their senses and start to flee.

Thanks to that, only Su-ho and Fernando remained in the vicinity.

Of course, the fight between Calavera and New New was still ongoing.

Boom! K-BOOOM KAGAGAGANG!

The surrounding detonations were proof enough.

But the two paid those things no mind whatsoever and watched each other.

Fernando slicked back hair matted with Alonso’s blood and grinned.

“I didn’t expect to meet one of my kind like this.”

His manner of speaking had changed.

At the same time, a strange madness, unseen until moments ago, flickered across Fernando’s smiling face.

And his eyes had turned red.

That was a signature trait peculiar to Great Demon Players, and proof that he was the full Successor of Lust of Lechery.

Seeing his eyes, Su-ho thought,

‘Fast progress.’

He had already qualified as a Successor.

No—perhaps that was only natural.

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