Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 482

Srrrk!

The sword swung.

A faint sensation carried through the blade’s edge.

He cut it properly.

He didn’t miss.

Origin Cleave isn’t about cutting the target.

It cuts what’s tangled up with the target.

More precisely, the rune ring.

It was exactly the same as back when it was Avarice’s thought-form.

To make something that doesn’t belong to this world exist in this world, you have to twist multiple laws and form them into a single ring—and that is the rune ring. The moment you cut that knotted rune ring, the target vanishes like a mirage.

The Shiva in front of him was a mirage if anything was.

Because it wasn’t the main body, but an avatar.

Soon, a massive sword scar was carved across his body.

Hwaaaak!

Following the long trajectory where Origin Cleave swept past, an enormous amount of energy began to burst out of Shiva’s body.

There wasn’t a single physical cut. What Su-ho cut was only the rune ring that made up his body.

As energy started blasting out of Shiva, Shiva’s face—casually relaxed from start to finish—turned vicious for the first time.

“This bastard dares...!!”

Kwaaaaaaang!!

The energy went wild.

The energy spilling out because the rune ring had been cut first sprayed out like bleeding, but after Shiva’s face twisted, it wasn’t bleeding anymore—it started spewing power like a supercar dumping full output, crazily blasting force.

Everything happened in an instant.

Su-ho’s arm, after drawing Origin Cleave, was still stuck in its recovery delay.

It was so short that the world that had flipped into black-and-white from using Origin Cleave still hadn’t even returned to its original colors.

But Shiva’s avatar moved.

Digging into a gap even shorter than an instant, like a time traveler who alone could move freely in time where everyone else was frozen, he openly furrowed his brow, dumped power, and raised his fist.

Then he thrust his fist toward Su-ho, and the extended fist detonated into Su-ho.

Kwaaaang!!

A tremendous roar rang out.

The moment Shiva’s fist detonated into Su-ho, the black-and-white world snapped back to its original colors like a camera shutter firing, and Su-ho—still in the posture from swinging his arm for Origin Cleave—had his body twisted and got launched far away in the exact direction of Shiva’s punch.

“Ughh, fuck...”

Su-ho, who in his life had been launched the farthest by a punch, cursed without realizing it and groaned in pain.

But there was nothing he could do.

Because it really fucking hurt.

Damn it, even with Endurance it’s like this—how much would it have hurt if I hadn’t used Endurance?

Pukwaak!

The moment he thought that, blood sprayed from his mouth.

Wow, this is insane.

What kind of fist is that, for me to cough up blood like I’m spitting up a mouthful from one punch?

Is this really the Overall Combat Power being standardized?

In his dizzy, reeling head, Su-ho desperately grabbed onto his senses and checked how much damage his body had taken.

It was serious.

It felt like all his ribs were broken—and not just his ribs, but his sternum, collarbone, shoulder, and arm, too.

'Heal. I need to use Heal...!'

Only when he regained even a shred of clear consciousness did he finally think of healing.

So he forced out a voice that wouldn’t come out and barely cast Heal. But then—

[ Heal activates. ]

[ You cannot recover due to the Karma of Destruction. ]

His recovery was refused.

Ah, this is driving me crazy.

What is this now?

Karma of Destruction?

This is the first time I’ve seen something like that.

So he ignored it and tried several more times, but the result was the same every time.

'Ah, I’m seriously going crazy.'

If Heal doesn’t work right now, I’m dead.

He couldn’t think of any other method.

Up to now, he’d trusted Heal and never even stocked things like healing recovery potions.

It hurts.

It’s been a really long time since it hurt this much.

By how it feels, it seems like the first time since he got hit by that damn witch’s Ten Thousand Poisons.

But that, too, was only for a moment.

As a bit more time passed, maybe because of the endorphins flooding out from extreme pain, the pain started to dull in a strange way.

This is driving me crazy.

This can’t be happening.

Because that kind of comfort wasn’t just from endorphins—it was also proof that death was close.

How do I know?

Because I’ve died once, so I know.

Around the time a wave of languor began to surge in like a tidal wave, Su-ho’s ears finally started picking up the sounds around him.

“Guuuuuh...!”

A scream?

No, more precisely, a groan.

He couldn’t hear it earlier, but now he could clearly hear it.

But whose was it?

Ah, right. There was Shiva.

When you’re about to die, your head’s a mess.

At that moment, Shiva’s face came into Su-ho’s view.

More precisely, the top of Shiva’s head.

'Ah, that fucking bastard...!'

Why Su-ho cursed after seeing the top of Shiva’s head.

Because the number that was supposed to be 100 for Shiva’s Overall Combat Power was skyrocketing like crazy, blasting past 999 and breaking into four digits.

That fucking bastard.

No wonder the combat power was standardized and yet I ended up like this from one punch.

But before he could even protest that—

Thud.

Su-ho’s head rolled to the side.

Unable to overcome the limit of his stamina, he finally blacked out.

The subspace went quiet.

It was some time after Su-ho passed out.

Hwaaak!

A cluster of light that covered everything.

There was no wind.

What swept over the area like a gale was only pure white radiance.

At the center ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) of the radiance was Shiva, who had been hit by Origin Cleave.

The light gathered into one mass where Shiva had been, and there—just like Artemis had been—only a pale silhouette and a sacred-looking aura rippled like an aurora.

Between the faint silhouettes, two eyes opened.

The owner of those eyes was Shiva.

The real Shiva, not an avatar.

He hadn’t descended in person.

Like with Artemis, he had only descended a part of his will.

“....”

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