Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 457

“This is driving me insane.”

After coming outside the building, Su-ho shook his head in disbelief.

The reason was that the number of campuses at the Indian Institute of Technology—something he thought would stop at one or two—actually exceeded twenty.

Thanks to that, Su-ho had no choice but to search for Overload in the most haphazard way possible.

'If I’d known it’d be like this, I should’ve read up on which campus was which beforehand.'

Shaking his head, Su-ho circled the campus and began tracking Overload, and after about half a day had passed, he was finally able to learn about him.

'Sunda Pijoy... so that’s Overload’s name.'

After securing information on Overload through faculty members using his enthrallment ability, Su-ho went to find Overload, who was still in the middle of attending a lecture.

'There you are.'

Because [Colorless Solitude] was active, even though the class was in full swing, neither the professor nor the students perceived Su-ho’s presence.

Su-ho stood beside Overload, who was quietly listening ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ to the lecture in the very back row.

Overload still did not sense Su-ho.

So Su-ho lowered his posture and observed Overload’s face for a while.

'So this is what he looked like when he was young.'

The Overload Su-ho had seen in his previous life had looked like a nasty-tempered eccentric scientist, but looking at him now, his face was surprisingly gentle and innocent.

Su-ho lightly tapped the shoulder of the guy who was focused on the lecture.

At that moment, Su-ho’s presence was revealed only to Overload, and without missing the opportunity, Su-ho activated a skill.

[ Enthrallment is activated. ]

“...!”

“Later.”

Overload froze in shock for an instant.

After lightly patting Overload’s shoulder, Su-ho left the classroom and headed outside.

'This should be enough.'

Unless the caster releases it, Enthrallment lasts forever.

It did consume some mana, but compared to the amount of mana Su-ho possessed, the upkeep cost of enthralling a Player not even past level 100 was negligible.

It was a measure taken instead of killing him.

'He hasn’t actually done anything yet, so I can’t just kill every sprout of potential evil.'

Now all that remained was to wait for the hunting dogs he had released in the northern mountain ranges to find their target.

In the meantime, Su-ho decided to lie down and kill some time on the university campus.

'It’s peaceful.'

It was only a brief respite, but the world felt peaceful in a strangely fresh way.

If the Great Cataclysm hadn’t happened, I probably would’ve continued going to college too.

'...Or maybe not. I hated my seniors and dropped out, so I’d probably just be working.'

Either way, it would’ve been better than this.

As he spent quite a bit of time sightseeing around campus and letting his thoughts wander—

[ Clone soldier has been dismissed. ]

[ Clone soldier has been dismissed. ]

[ Clone soldier has been dismissed. ]

......

Notifications that clone soldiers had been dismissed.

Not just one or two—suddenly they began pouring in all at once.

'Did they run into some huge monster or something?'

If that were the case, fair enough.

But even so, at this point in time, there shouldn’t be any monster in India capable of destroying my clone soldiers—especially clone soldiers deployed at Central Army-tier density—like this.

[ Clone soldier has been dismissed. ]

[ Clone soldier has been dismissed. ]

[ Clone soldier has been dismissed. ]

......

The destruction notifications kept coming.

After silently watching the alerts for a while, Su-ho slowly curved his lips upward.

'It’s him.'

He’d seen clones disappearing one by one before, but this was the first time so many had vanished like this.

This could only mean they were being destroyed by something powerful.

A strong hunch struck Su-ho, and he immediately activated another skill.

[ Clone Transfer is activated. ]

Clone Transfer, one of the options of [Army Tactics], allowed him to swap positions with one clone soldier.

Su-ho switched places with a clone near where the deletions had begun, and when his surroundings shifted into dense jungle, he finally saw him.

Samar Rishi—the Indian martial-god Player who roamed alone through the jungles and monsters of the uninhabited northern ranges.

“Oh, finally found you.”

“Hm?”

Immediately after the transfer, Samar’s eyes met Su-ho’s.

Samar had just finished destroying a clone soldier. His hair was wild and unkempt, his clothes reduced to rags—barely wearing trousers, with no shirt or shoes in sight.

A beggar.

Yes, beggar was the perfect word for him.

But his darkly tanned skin and the lean yet densely packed muscles like compressed steel made him look not like a beggar, but a true warrior.

Su-ho raised a hand and greeted him first.

“Hi.”

“Who are you?”

“Does that really matter?”

In response to Samar’s question, Su-ho summoned his Blood Sword and grasped it.

Samar grinned in response.

“Not at all.”

“Then let’s start right away.”

“Good.”

Samar could speak English.

And since their intentions aligned instantly, there was no need for much conversation.

Boom!!

The fight began, and Samar kicked off the ground and charged straight at Su-ho.

He closed the linear distance in an instant and threw a straight punch.

KWAANG!!

Su-ho raised his sword and blocked the punch.

However, the force of that punch passed beyond the blade and transmitted a tremendous impact.

Burst Force.

“Oh.”

Feeling the heavy burst force, Su-ho pursed his lips in admiration.

Twitch—

Perhaps because of that—

Samar’s eyebrow twitched.

He had aimed past the sword rather than the sword itself, yet even after taking the hit head-on, that was his reaction?

So Samar immediately chained into a follow-up.

Bang!

The fist he had extended for the burst force grabbed onto the Blood Sword, while his opposite foot slammed into Su-ho’s side.

“Oh.”

Yet Su-ho didn’t even groan—he remained standing in place, too busy admiring the technique.

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