The Demon God Returns as a Max Level Player – Chapter 100

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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Ten days had passed since he had set his new goal.

Lee Seong-joon had been diligently hunting in the gates, leveling up to achieve his plan. He would leave for a hunt early in the morning and return home before dinner with his family. He was living a peaceful and stable life, steadily and surely moving towards his goal.

Although it was a satisfying time, it wasn’t entirely peaceful. Razaka, the king of werewolves, who had been residing in North Korea, had begun his descent south. The people, who had been periodically invaded by monsters since the Great Change, couldn’t help but feel anxious.

Naturally, the media was constantly covering the story of Razaka. Articles about the past actions of monster kings and the damage they had caused poured out one after another.

People became aware of the threat posed by Razaka, and there were widespread calls for the government to form a punitive force to subdue him. As it was the biggest topic of conversation in South Korea, even Lee Seong-joon, who was busy hunting in the gates, couldn’t avoid the news.

If it had been an ordinary topic, he would have just ignored it. But Razaka’s descent south could threaten Seoul, where he lived with his family. He had no intention of leaving such a potential source of trouble unattended.

As he was seriously considering subduing Razaka, he received a request from Jo Kang-hyun. The subjugation of Razaka and his werewolf pack. They had earnestly requested his help, saying they would pay whatever he wanted.

Since he was already thinking about subduing Razaka, and they were even offering to pay him, there was no reason to refuse. He accepted the offer immediately after receiving the call. Of course, it wasn’t a problem to be taken lightly.

If he had thought it was an easy matter, he wouldn’t have even considered it. He would have just gone and dealt with it right away.

‘…I can’t act rashly.’

Having learned about Razaka from the articles, he had to be cautious.

‘A named monster from a Blue-rank raid gate…’

In terms of difficulty, it was the same as the previous Treasure Gate, but Razaka was a named monster.

‘It’s highly likely that he has some kind of special ability, like Eliorus.’

Moreover, Razaka had been constantly at war with other kings. He would have gained considerable experience and knowledge and become even stronger.

In fact, monster experts also said that Razaka’s threat level should be considered Yellow, not Blue, an SS-rank, and evaluated him as a monster that even SSS-rank hunters would struggle with. He wasn’t a monster to be taken lightly.

Of course, there was a good reason why he had accepted the subjugation offer despite knowing the risks.

‘…There are 20 days left until the government’s punitive force is dispatched.’

It was a period of time where even the world’s top rankers, as well as the nine members of the Guardians, would have difficulty achieving significant results. However, with the Association’s blatant favoritism and his own abilities and advantages, it was enough time for him to achieve a sufficient outcome.

Ding—!

As Lee Seong-joon and Hyeok Cheon-man, enveloped in a golden aura and various buffs, killed the ogres, experience point acquisition messages poured in incessantly.

Ding—!

Perhaps because he had invested all his time, except for the bare minimum for eating and sleeping, in hunting, the results were clear. In just fifteen days, his level had risen from 98 to 105.

A satisfied smile spread across Lee Seong-joon’s face as he looked at the green hologram.

‘Excellent.’

He had accumulated a whopping 7 bonus points. Of course, he wouldn’t be smiling like this if he had only acquired 7 bonus points.

‘Now… the effect of the Blood Asura Divine Art is finally showing.’

The Blood Asura Divine Art, having reached the 7th star, had become exponentially more efficient than before. In fact, his Mana stat had previously only increased by 1 point per month. But now, less than a month after reaching the 7th star, it had increased by 3 points.

Although it was already a considerable increase, the Blood Asura Divine Art, which accumulated like compound interest, was now absorbing internal energy much faster, corresponding to its increased realm.

It was as if his already rapid growth had been given wings. Of course, what was important now wasn’t the future story of his growth speed.

‘For now, I don’t have that much internal energy.’

It was a very inconvenient situation where he couldn’t properly utilize his martial arts. It hadn’t been a problem before because there were no dangerous battles, but he didn’t know what variables would arise in the upcoming battle with Razaka.

‘…I need to thoroughly prepare by replenishing my lacking mana.’

His eyes gleaming, Lee Seong-joon invested all 7 of his bonus points in Mana.

Ding—!

With the system’s help, his Mana stat reached 90. From 80 to 90, a more than 10% increase, but it was still far from enough to properly utilize his martial arts. But there was no need to be disappointed.

‘With this much internal energy… I can open the Cheonju point.’

It meant he could connect the flow of qi to his brain. In other words, he could achieve the Great Circulation, the dream of all martial artists, and open his upper dantian. Naturally, it wasn’t as easy as it sounded.

‘…The amount of internal energy is a little disappointing.’

His body, the so-called 체 (Body), was in good shape due to his recent significant growth. But his 심 (Mind), the amount of internal energy, was about 20% less than when he had opened his upper dantian in the Thousand Continents.

Since he wasn’t fully prepared, the difficulty had increased exponentially. But there was no need to think about failure. No, he wouldn’t have even tried if he had thought about failure.

He, Lee Seong-joon, had the experience and memories of the Blood Demon and Demon God who had conquered the Thousand Continents.

‘A little lack of internal energy isn’t a big deal.’

Having finished his calculations, Lee Seong-joon asked Hyeok Cheon-man, created by Metamorphose, to stand guard, sat in a lotus position, and leaned against a nearby tree.

He then immediately used the Blood Asura Divine Art to concentrate the energy flowing through his blood vessels to his heart. Feeling the energy rapidly concentrating in his heart, he steeled himself.

‘I must be precise… there can’t be a single mistake.’

To reach the upper dantian, the brain, he had to pass through the Cheonju point. Therefore, he had to open the Cheonju point located at the back of his neck. It was a task that directly affected the upper dantian, the brain.

A single mistake could lead to becoming a cripple or a gruesome death, so he had to be extremely careful.

Resolving himself, Lee Seong-joon began to recite the incantation of the Blood Asura Divine Art in his mind, “Samraseonghyeol (All things are made of blood). There exists nothing that is not formed from blood. Thus, the principles of the microcosm and the macrocosm are no different.
He who wields the power of blood shall walk without limits.”

The energy concentrated in his heart instantly flowed through his blood vessels and shot towards the back of his neck. It surged forward unimpeded, but it soon collided with a wall.

Thump—!

He felt a dizzying sensation in his mind, but his expression remained calm. He had known from the beginning that it wouldn’t be easy. Of course, he hadn’t anticipated everything.

The wall he had encountered so abruptly was harder than he had thought. But it was a wall he had broken before. There was no reason to feel fear or impossibility. Lee Seong-joon recalled the past.

From the day he first fell into the Thousand Continents, to the moment he joined the Blood Cult and the experiences he had accumulated as the Blood Demon, they flashed through his mind. It had been a brutal and terrible fight, an understatement to call it a living hell.

As he reminisced about that life, his thoughts settled on a single point. The same 7th star realm as now. The image of the Blood Demon, Lee Seong-joon, striving to open his upper dantian. He had been an arrogant being, ruling as the pinnacle of the Blood Cult.

Looking back now, it was a laughable image, like a puppy. But now, he needed the experience and memories of that time. From the way he first took a breath to the way he circulated his energy and the form of the collision.

He engraved everything, even the most trivial details, into every cell of his body.

“Haa…”

Feeling a sense of unity with the past, Lee Seong-joon slowly inhaled.

-There is no wall I cannot break.

The words of his arrogant past self tickled his ear. A smile appeared on his lips, and a strong sense of pride shone in his eyes.

Thump!

A loud collision, and a small crack appeared in the solid wall. He hadn’t completely broken through, but there was no need to panic. In the past, he had been thoroughly prepared. In his current, somewhat lacking state, he wouldn’t be able to break through the wall.

This much help, reviving the sensation of that time, was enough.

‘…From now on, it’s up to me.’

Lee Seong-joon, his eyes closed, recalled his experiences and memories as the Demon God. His overwhelming experience sharpened his senses, and he began to feel things he had never felt before. But he couldn’t be satisfied with just this.

‘…Still… not enough.’

Sharper. Even sharper. Finally, the moment his senses surpassed their current limits and he perceived a new world…

Kaboom—!

With a deafening roar, the solid wall crumbled. The blocked Cheonju point opened, and his consciousness expanded greatly.

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