On Hiatus: God's Personal Reasons

Chapter 49: The God of Destroyer’s Apostle Johan and Poison Sword Buttor

-You bastard! Are you shitting me?! Where the fuck do you think this is!

Despite my civil request, the iron door didn’t budge. As such, I couldn’t help but think of the famous OST from Frozen, my niece’s favorite. I solemnly cleared my throat.

“Do you wanna build a snowman~?”

-This motherfucker! You wanna die?! Hey! Fucker!

In response, a symphony of profanities flowed out from the speaker. I nodded and answered with my fist. Alright, goodbye.

Bam bam bam!

The dented iron door flew open as if being thrown by grenades.

-Aackk! What the fuck?!

Boom!

I stomped down the iron door and said to Sword Demon, “Let’s go.”

He watched me in astonishment, then drew his sword with his remaining arm. “Mr. Sword God! Let me open the way.”

Sure, that’d be easier for me. The passageway that led underground was deep and dreary, similar to a coal mine shaft.

Sniff sniff—

As we made our way down the passageway...

“Stop that prick!”

“How dare you!”

The shitheads rushed over. Oh my, did they want to hear me preach so badly?

“Move! How dare you get in the way of Mr. Sword God!” Sword Demon charged forward, his eyes shining brightly.

“Aaargh!”

“Damn it! How is he so fast?!”

“S-save me!”

Like pandemonium, screams resounded everywhere. I did tell Sword Demon not to kill if possible, but I didn’t have much sympathy for these scums. They were either a bunch of terrorists or evil cult members. Taking the garbage out one by one, we slowly descended.

Ew, what’s that smell?

A sharp, pungent stench hit us all of a sudden. It reminded me of the smell of raw pork left forgotten in the fridge for months. I soon found the source of it: a door painted with a red hexagonal mark. It seemed to be fresh blood, as the ink was still dripping.

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[Sacrificial Chamber]

A place where offerings are made to the gods.

Special note: Demonic energy flows within it.

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Sacrificial chamber? That name itself sounded horrible already. Frowning, I tried to open the door, but it was firmly locked.

“Mr. Sword God, let me do it.”

Sword Demon aimed his sword at the door...

Flash! Thump!

With a dazzling flash, the steel door was slashed diagonally, revealing what was hidden inside.

“Ugh.” I gagged, instinctively covering my mouth.

A circle was drawn on the floor, and bits of flesh were strewn all around, looking like a slaughterhouse.

The flesh definitely belonged to a human, and not just one person. There should be at least a hundred of them. Among them was a small hand that seemed to belong to a child.

Clench!

I gritted my teeth in anger.

“An important guest has graced us today.” A refreshing voice came from the darkness, uncharacteristic of that hellhole.

Trudge, trudge.

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From the darkness, a man emerged, walking toward me. Hair so long that it reached his hips. Pearl-like skin and delicate features. Chiseled body, not covered by a single thread. He was the most beautiful human I’d ever seen in my life. If not for that thing dangling below, I’d have mistaken him for a woman.

Fuck! My eyes are rotting!

A wild pervert has appeared!

“Please be careful, Mr. Sword God.” Nervousness lingered in Sword Demon’s voice. “He was the one who severed my arm.”

Looking at Sword Demon’s empty right sleeve, the man smiled gently.

“Indeed. God foretold that by sparing you, an important guest would pay us a visit. Ah, our God sure is magnificent!”

After offering a short prayer, he turned to me. His gaze burned like flames in a furnace.

“After seeing you in person, I’ve become more convinced! You’re also an apostle like me, baptized by Almighty God!”

Ding!

Against my will, my eyes decided to appraise this man.

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[“???”’s Apostle Johan]

A male human. Around for 29 years.

Special note: In charge of sacrifices for the God of Destroyer “???”

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In charge of sacrifices offered to the God of Destroyer? But what was with the question marks?

Despite straining my eyes further, I still couldn't read the text.

“Aah, how excited I am! I’m trembling all over! I never imagined that I could meet a comrade!” he tearfully reached out to me.

Clang!

Then, a shining white sword stopped the man in his tracks.

“Do not approach the Sword God any further!”

“Tsk.”

The man's serene expression contorted into a vicious grimace. He waved his hand in annoyance, as if swatting a bug...

Bam bam bam!

Horrifying bang resounded throughout the room.

“Get lost, cretin.”

“Uuuggh...”

Sword Demon collapsed to the ground, covered in blood. He might’ve lost an arm, but he had once defeated Sung Mi-Ri. So, how could this man take care of him so easily?

My hunch told me that man was no ordinary pervert, but a super strong one.

The man shoved his feverish face at me and said, “Which god are you serving? The same god as I am, perhaps? Aah, how thrilling would that be! Quick, Brother, tell me!”

“Yu Il-Shin,” I answered.

“Pardon?”

“I said I serve myself, you cultist pervert!” I then followed up with, “Skill Sharing, Il-Ho, Strong Body.”

Crack! Craaack!

Strong muscles honed by Il-Ho at the Tower of Warriors covered my whole body.

The pervert watched in awe as I turned into a giant, and I raised my palm at him.

Smaaack! Slam!

The pervert flew like paper at the impact, slamming against the wall with a thunderous crack. He was bleeding all over, and a few pieces of teeth fell onto the floor. Glaring at the pervert stuck on the wall, I pulled out my phone. I was about to report him to the police, but the line wouldn’t go through.

“That won't do.” A sleazy voice whispered into my ear.

Alarmed, I turned around. Before I knew it, the pervert had stood beside me. His body and teeth were unscathed.

“Two blessed apostles have finally met in person! What is this if not a glorious meeting? Why would you invite those lowly insects here? Now, my almighty brother in god, remove that ridiculous paper bag and show me your face! Let us have a heart-to-heart talk!”

As he slowly approached me, immense fear overtook me. I mean, his dangling thing was growing bigger! Also, why was he licking his lips?!

“Aargh! Get away from me!”

Succumbing to fear, I slapped the approaching pervert across the face with all my might.

Boooom! Slaaap!

With a booming sound, his head fell, squashed like a watermelon.

Splash! Stumble—

Missing his head, the pervert stumbled a few steps before collapsing to the ground.

Thud!

Gasp! I'm done for!

My mind turned blank. Did I kill a person?! I should’ve controlled my strength!

“Hehe, as expected of Mr. Sword God! Yes, show him no mercy with those hands of yours! Respect!” Sword Demon gave me a thumbs up, oblivious to my internal dilemmas.

Sheesh, he’s just fanning the fire.

Just as I was at a loss of what to do, the pervert’s body reverted to its original state. My heart sank.

“Seems like my words can't reach you.”

Even his head, which was clearly pulverized earlier, was soon restored.

“Then, should I save our heart-to-heart talk for after I’ve captured you?” the pervert smiled, barring his white teeth like a werewolf. “O’ Almighty God, please lend this humble servant your power!”

Sizzle sizzle—

The red magic circle gleamed, absorbing the corpses on it like a swamp.

God-Maker reacted instantly.

[God of Destroyer “???” received 129 human sacrifices.]

Ruuuumble!

The earth shook as if there was an earthquake, and the spiteful cry of a beast emanated from the magic circle, piercing the air.

Rooooar!

Ding!

[God of Destroyer “???” rewarded Apostle Johan for the sacrifices.]

“O’ Almighty God, thank you.”

Shuddering the pervert smiled brightly as he spread his arms wide open.

Flash! Bam bam bam!

Then, red beams of light appeared from the magic circle, surrounding him. Moments later...

Clank clank! Thud thud!

The clanking of heavy metal echoed, and the pervert walked out from the light. Unlike earlier, he was now clad in spiky red armor. His current build was comparable to mine when I was Skill Sharing with Il-Ho.

-Grrrr!

His chest was emblazoned with the mark of a dragon opening its jaw wide. Loud growls seemed to come from it, as if it were alive.

My eyes appraised the mark.

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[God of Destroyer’s Demonic Armor Set (Incomplete)]

A tribute the God of Destroyer paid to Apostle Johan in exchange for the human sacrifices.

Special note: An SSS-grade equipment that holds a fraction of the God of Destroyer’s power. However, it's incomplete due to insufficient sacrifices.

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One of the three SSS-grade equipment that existed in this world, albeit incomplete. What shocked me most was discovering what was missing from the armor. The helmet and the codpiece.

I gritted my teeth as I looked at his lower half.

“Brother, brace yourself!”

The pervert in crimson armor charged at me, his thing swaying freely down there.

“Fuck!”

No, cover your precious little brother first! I beg of you!

***

Meanwhile, in the world of God-Maker, Antrinia...

Priestess—no, now Bishop Anty, was wearing a white hat that had the image of Yu Il-Shin giving a thumbs up. She couldn’t conceal her excitement after getting promoted to a Bishop! Not only did she feel a deeper sense of unity with Yu Il-Shin, she had also acquired a new skill!

The new skill was Descent.

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[Descent]

[A skill that only gifted, devoted senior priests could use, allowing them to bring God to the world.]

[Descent duration: 60 minutes]

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Anty wanted to use the skill right away, but decided against it. What would Lord Yu Il-Shin think? However, she eventually succumbed to her desire to greet him, and casted it.

Flash!

With a flash of dazzling light, the space before her split, and he descended. It wasn’t Yu Il-Shin, but the missing Il-Ho.

[Yu Il-Shin's temporary apostle, Il-Ho]

“W-why is it you instead of God Yu Il-Shin?”

“Muscles! My Lord is currently fighting a dreadful and fearsome evil god!” Il-Ho shouted while holding a stance.

His dark body was covered in grotesque muscles, lit with searing flame. On top of that, there was also that revolting stench coming from him.

Of course, she was delighted to find that her tribesman was still alive, but the disappointment of not seeing God Yu Il-Shin was greater.

Just then, Il-Ho stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“I'm returning to the Tower of Warriors!”

“Why bother when you'll be returning in an hour?”

But Il-Ho shook his head vigorously. “No!”

“W-why not?”

Briefly, fear flashed across his valiant face. “I’m afraid I’ll lose my title if I remain here for another minute!”

“Pardon...?”

Anty watched as Il-Ho trudged toward the Temple of Warriors.

“W-wait! Mr. Il-Ho!”

She ran after Il-Ho with her short legs.

***

Flutter flutter—

Meanwhile, in the city, white power was snowing down from the sky. Just as the recently-settled refugees were basking in the mesmerizing sight...

“Cough cough!”

Someone bent down, coughing uncontrollably. Soon, the surroundings began doing the same, as if they had caught some viral cough.

Spatter—!

Then, one after another, they began vomiting blood.

Seeing the sudden change in situation, Il-Ho stopped in his tracks and rushed back to Anty, shielding her with his muscly arms.

“It’s poison powder! Saintess! Please hold your breath!”

“P-poison powder? W-what is happening here?”

Instead of answering, Il-Ho turned his attention to the sky. There was a small speck, barely noticeable to most, but Il-Ho saw it clearly. Amidst the blue sky, an absolute beauty of a man spread his leopard-printed wings.

“Filthy, lowly barbarians who worship the malevolent god! You deserve to die a hundred times for disturbing my lovely goddess! I, Poison Sword Buttor, will eradicate every single one of you with my poison powder!”