Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 215

[Entering the Gate.]

[Loading Gate information.]

[Nest of the Wind]

– Entry Requirements: Level 160–190, at least one Orange-grade stat.

– Max Participants: 6

The Nest of the Wind.

That was the name of the Marado Gate.

‘No wonder it was Jeju’s only sealed Gate.’

Even the requirements were on another level.

Minimum level 160, and it demanded at least one Orange stat.

With conditions like that, this could easily be seen as a warm-up for 2-Star Gates.

[Entering the Nest of the Wind.]

Another system notification appeared, and the scenery around him changed.

Fwooooosh!

The new scenery—was the sky.

More precisely, Su-ho was falling from the sky.

‘Here we go.’

This was one of the reasons why the Marado Gate was so notoriously difficult.

It wasn’t just thematically similar to a 2-Star Gate—it functioned like one, too.

Including its unapologetically hostile entry mechanics.

‘There are some gates that drop you straight into lava or even into a monster’s mouth.’

By that comparison, starting in a free fall was actually kind of generous.

Su-ho turned his gaze to observe his surroundings.

Below him—an island.

Marado.

But he wasn’t falling onto the island—he ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) was falling into the sea near it.

Which, again, made this somewhat manageable.

Had he been dropping directly over the island without any prep, he might’ve died on impact.

Without hesitation, Su-ho activated a skill.

[Blood Weapon is activated.]

He summoned the Blood Spear—gripping it in reverse, just like when he escaped the sinking boat.

This was what he called the Ruyi Staff strategy.

The Blood Spear extended downward, piercing through the air and water until it reached the sea floor.

Then Su-ho kept stretching it, calculating the exact distance needed to bridge the gap to the island. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Once the calculation was done, he angled his weight and launched himself toward the island.

Now!

Just before the spear fell, Su-ho stepped on its tip and leapt, landing lightly on Marado.

Inside the Nest of the Wind, Marado was bathed in broad daylight—unlike its dark exterior.

Just then, a cool sea breeze brushed past Su-ho.

A gentle sea breeze.

At least, that’s what he thought... until it sliced part of his hair off.

Shrrk!

“...Haa.”

Su-ho immediately gripped his sword.

Then he activated Magic Detection.

[Magic Detection is activated.]

As the skill spread out from his line of sight, invisible forms began revealing themselves.

Low-Grade Wind Spirits, cloaked in transparency, were suddenly exposed.

They took on many shapes—birds, insects, horses, fish.

Spirits were born of nature, and their forms often reflected the local environment.

Wind Spirits in particular were free-spirited and diverse.

They were all smiling.

Their only color being the sky itself, they moved like sculptures of delicate ice, each pointing a different form of attack at Su-ho.

“Wind bullets again, huh.”

Wind-based attacks.

Su-ho called them wind bullets.

With sword in hand, he cast buffs on himself.

[Blessing is activated.]

[Holy Enchant is applied.]

The moment his buffs finished, the Spirits unleashed their attack.

Shuaaaa!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Su-ho ran.

Not faster than the wind, but just about as fast.

Dodging through their attack arcs, his movement left behind a trail of circular wind-holes—like shark fins skimming the surface—chasing after him with terrifying speed.

[Cloud Cutter is activated.]

Shhhrrrk!!

[You have slain a Low-Grade Wind Spirit.]

[You have slain a Low-Grade Wind Spirit.]

[You have slain a Low-Grade Wind Spirit.]

[You have slain a Low-Grade Wind Spirit.]

He wasn’t just running away.

This was Su-ho’s first encounter with Spirits in this life.

But in his past life, he had killed a Spirit King.

So how much of a threat could these Low-Grades really be?

Whenever a gap opened, he cleaved through with Cloud Cutter—each swing perfectly executed.

One strike, and countless Spirits were shredded apart, their spirit cores dropping uselessly to the ground.

He didn’t bother picking them up.

They were Low-Grades, after all.

Besides, if he went a little deeper, he’d definitely run into something far more interesting.

With his feet and hands constantly in motion, Su-ho made his way deeper into the island.

Shuaa! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Seriously. There’s no end to you.”

The boss room was located at the heart of Marado.

Damn wind freaks.

No surprise—being born from the wind itself, their numbers were absurd.

That was why this Gate had been sealed.

After starting with that awful entry mechanic, the player had to survive a flood of Wind Spirits, like cockroaches pouring out of a crack.

‘And you’re only allowed six players at most.’

Limited entries and an unforgiving opening.

But he needed to get used to this.

Mass-entry raids were only a thing in beginner-level or 1-Star Gates.

From 2-Star onward, most allowed fewer than ten.

Just then, a huge blast of wind charged toward him.

[Iron Cutter is activated.]

Shrrrk!!

He tried to dodge—but it was faster than he expected.

The wind blast wasn’t completely blocked—it exploded into mist as soon as it was cut.

He squinted through the rising dust, and as it cleared, he saw—

Something different.

A Wind Spirit, larger than the rest, grinning silently.

“Ku ku ku ku...”

No words, just laughter.