Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 571

Huh?

He was really using gods as wardens?

That, Grid had not seen coming.

But now that he heard it, it made sense.

Maybe that was why the shock hit this hard.

He had never imagined Su-ho would actually finish preparing for the entire war all by himself.

Most of all, he had never expected him to bring in dozens of Demi-Constellation-level native gods from his own world as a countermeasure for aerial combat.

Watching the gods spread apart from one another and assign their sectors, Grid opened his mouth again.

“How is this even possible?”

“What’s impossible about it?”

“Ordinary Players have a hard enough time earning recognition from even one Demi-Constellation. But you...”

“That’s by the standards for ordinary Players. I’m not an ordinary Player, am I?”

“Well... that’s true.”

At Grid’s admission, Su-ho grinned.

“If I were ordinary in the first place, would you have given me qualifications like Incarnation of the Demon King? It was only possible because it was me.”

“Even if you had partnered with Pride of Arrogance instead of me, you still would’ve made it big.”

“Well, my confidence might actually be greater than your possessiveness.”

“What?”

“Haha, I’m joking.”

“But how in the world did you talk that many Demi-Constellations into this? Don’t tell me you placed them all under your command? If that’s the case, then by now your power should be...”

“I didn’t dominate them. I just asked.”

“What? You didn’t dominate them, and they still came all the way to another world just because you asked?”

“Yeah. You’re seeing it with your own eyes.”

It was true.

After freeing them from Tartarus, Su-ho had gone to see them again in time for the East-West War.

Of course, he had no worries about the Olympian gods, because he had already secured their promise as mercenaries in exchange for freeing them from Tartarus. So the ones he had deliberately gone looking for were Cronos’s side.

‘Honestly, I didn’t think they’d really help.’

Su-ho recalled the time he had gone to see Cronos after he was freed from Tartarus.

Cronos had settled with his people in a suitable place that did not overlap with the domain of the Olympian gods, and they were living there on their own.

They looked happy.

Compared to Tartarus, that bottomless abyss below where there had been nothing but darkness and blackness, the surface world filled with fresh vitality, lush greenery, and bright skies was a paradise among paradises, a heaven among heavens.

There, Su-ho and Cronos had spoken.

“You want us to lend you our strength?”

“Yeah. A great war is about to break out in a world I care about.”

“That’s your situation. It’s not even our world, so why should we help it?”

“I’m not asking you to help that world. I’m asking you to help me.”

“What?”

“I won’t unreasonably tell you to help me no matter what just because I helped you once. I came here purely to ask. I need to successfully finish this war so I can grow greatly once more. And you know very well why I’m so obsessed with growing stronger, don’t you?”

“...”

Cronos, who was not tied to Su-ho by any quest, was merely one of the ordinary Demi-Constellation-level native gods who understood all the rules of the system.

So even without a long explanation, it was something he could grasp instantly.

Because on the Earth he belonged to, there was no Player as powerful or outstanding as Su-ho.

And because he knew very well what the next track was for a High-grade Player to step onto.

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