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Jeong Gyeoul was swinging her dark sword, showing off.

She kept muttering about how good the sound was, the balance, the sharpness, the weight, the grip, and so on, but it was clear she had no idea what she was talking about.

She was just a sword enthusiast who carried around a short sword that Kim Yu-shin had given her as a gift.

The only way to tell if it was a good or bad sword was by its cool appearance—she was all about the bluster.

She smiled faintly and gripped the sword’s handle.

At the same time, a flash of dark and silver light shone.

Ra Sword, Quick Move 1: Thunder Strike.

Hwarang’s Quick Sword, said to pierce enemies faster than lightning, unfolded from Jeong Gyeoul’s hand.

By the time it seemed like she had started, she had already arrived.

It wasn’t that she suddenly appeared—it was as if she had always been there.

All that was visible was the afterimage of the sword, like a bolt of lightning.

A blade as sharp as a lightning bolt pierced Lucifer’s chest.

*Clang!*

As the sword vibrated and let out a cry, the hair of those watching stood on end.

Any other sword would have shattered the moment it touched Lucifer’s blade.

But the sword Heukgu had thrown to Jeong Gyeoul was different.

“Wow, damn, gear really is the best.”

Jeong Gyeoul’s sword, blocked by Lucifer’s, slowly rose into the air.

Lucifer could have stabbed Jeong Gyeoul in that moment, but he didn’t have the chance.

The sword that seemed slow to Jeong Gyeoul was ironically the fastest attack to Lucifer.

The moment he tried to attack Jeong Gyeoul, he was certain her sword would reach him faster than his own attack.

All the energy in the air began to gather toward the tip of Jeong Gyeoul’s sword.

It burned fiercely and vibrated powerfully.

Ra Sword, Mid-Level Move 1: Falling Star.

It was literally like a star falling from the sky.

A star that couldn’t return to the heavens flew toward Lucifer.

“Ugh!”

A weight Lucifer had never experienced before pressed down on his entire body.

It was unimaginable that such weight could come from a single sword.

It felt like he was bearing the weight of the entire demon realm continent.

The swords in contact were vibrating.

The deep resonance was clearly visible.

It was because he had forcibly held onto the force trying to break free after the first strike.

The weight from the vibrating sword disappeared in an instant.

It felt as if Jeong Gyeoul had deliberately withdrawn it, all in a single moment.

*Clang clang clang!*

Sparks flew in the air.

The swords clashed brilliantly.

To the onlookers, only afterimages were visible at such speed…

Each strike was reshaping the terrain.

The cries of the swords echoed in all directions, cracking the soldiers’ armor and tearing their skin.

Unable to endure it any longer, Lucifer swung his sword wildly and threw himself backward.

The aftermath caused Jeong Gyeoul’s long hair to scatter.

Her hair was mixed with blood, sweat, dirt, and dust.

It should have looked messy, but it was undeniably elegant.

The gazes fixed on the two were either watching their duel or mesmerized by Jeong Gyeoul’s appearance.

“Tired? I’m tired too, so let’s end this quickly…”

It was the first time since the fight began that Lucifer had moved as if fleeing.

The Hwarang swordsmanship, Ra Sword, unfolding from Jeong Gyeoul’s hand was that powerful.

It was also said that the dark sword in her hand was at least equal to Lucifer’s.

“To have such swordsmanship…”

Lucifer bit his lip hard and opened his mouth, clearly annoyed.

It seemed he didn’t like that Jeong Gyeoul, who had swordsmanship on par with his, had been fighting him with fists, magic, and telekinesis until now.

“You crazy bastard, that’s because you were shamelessly relying on gear, so I didn’t have a sword to match.”

“You will pay the price for deceiving me.”

“…This guy is seriously out of his mind.”

Lucifer, whose eyes seemed to have rolled back, was squeezing out all his strength.

‘He must be trying to end it in one blow since his stamina is running low…’

It seemed like he was pretending to be crazy to avoid looking weak.

Jeong Gyeoul smirked and decided to play along with Lucifer’s rhythm.

After all, she was exhausted too, and she was confident in a one-hit battle.

“Master! Watch closely!”

Jeong Gyeoul suddenly called out to Kim Yu-shin.

While everyone was confused about what she wanted them to see, she gathered all her strength, just like Lucifer.

She cleared her mind of all thoughts and distractions.

A state of no-mind.

Whether dark magic swirled around Lucifer’s body or not, nothing existed in Jeong Gyeoul’s consciousness.

A single sword strike emerging from perfect emptiness.

Ra Sword. Jeong Gyeoul’s “Heaven and Earth Severance.”

Jeong Gyeoul was trying to sever the world with her dark sword.

And she did.

Heaven, earth, and sea.

A slash that could cut through everything flew toward Lucifer.

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“What, what is that, President?”

“I don’t know, don’t ask…”

“It’s the Ra Sword, it’s Hwarang’s!”

“…The Ra Sword doesn’t have anything that scary. Don’t ask…”

Lucifer’s limbs were severed.

Yet, he didn’t die.

An astonishing survival instinct.

He was like a cockroach.

Satan’s soldiers retrieved Lucifer, now limbless, with only his torso remaining.

The slash that severed the heavens took one arm.

The slash that severed the earth took the other arm.

The slash that severed the sea took both legs.

A total of 2 wins, 1 loss.

The expedition team and Mammon had won the captain battle.

Now, only the disbandment of Satan’s army remained.

“Damn it! Damn it! How did it come to this?”

Satan, unusually excited, was stomping on the poor ground.

Mammon, who burst into laughter at the sight, continued.

“Stop making a fool of yourself, let’s end this now.”

“…What? A fool? You, hiding behind humans, dare say that!”

Satan, clearly furious, turned even redder, his already red body and even his horns turning crimson.

“Kukuku, humans are tools. Using tools well is also a virtue of a lord.”

Mammon, having won the captain battle, continued to mock Satan, enjoying the victor’s rights.

Satan was trembling too much to respond, so Jeong Gyeoul stepped in.

“You crazy bastard, I won for you, and what? Humans are tools? Want to get beaten by a tool?”

At the same time, the expedition team’s gazes turned to Mammon.

Just as a flustered Mammon was about to explain…

“Charge! Crush those bastards!”

Satan, the demon realm’s greatest hothead, broke the agreement and moved his army.

“Damn it, I knew this would happen.”

As Satan’s attack order was given, the soldiers in formation began to rush forward.

“Stop them! It’s Satan’s last desperate move!”

Mammon’s army wasn’t idle either.

It seemed like the war was about to begin, centered around where Jeong Gyeoul stood.

“Gyeoul!”

“Over here!”

“Fall back first…”

The expedition team urgently called for Jeong Gyeoul, but she stood up and walked forward.

She walked toward the charging Satan soldiers, waving her hand above her head.

Jeong Gyeoul shouted without looking back.

“Everyone, just survive. I’ll end this war.”

She didn’t look back, but she was sure the expedition team was looking at her with moved eyes.

‘That was so cool, seriously, that was cool.’

In reality, the expedition team’s expressions had turned cold.

Not looking back was a stroke of genius.

Unaware of the situation behind her, Jeong Gyeoul summoned an ice spear.

The ice spear left a blue trail as it pierced through the soldiers’ ranks.

Blood spurted along the blue trajectory.

The heads of the soldiers in the front line were shattered.

Her hand speed was different from before.

She hadn’t shown such boldness since the Satan Church’s terror attack on the academy.

But these were demons, their very race name containing the word “demon.”

Of course, not all of them were evil.

There were good-hearted demons like Belarus.

Not all ghosts are evil, and not all monsters are bad.

The same goes for demons, but from Jeong Gyeoul’s perspective, the demons charging at her with spears were all bad.

If it were her past life with a weak personality, maybe not.

But now, in this life, having adapted to this world after possessing Jeong Gyeoul’s body.

The ice spear she swung held no mercy.

“Drop your weapons if you want to live.”

Even as her comrades’ heads were shattered and necks were sliced in front of her, they charged forward, not in fear, but in anger.

Like moths flying into a flame.

Jeong Gyeoul shook her head and moved again.

She swung the ice spear she had thrust forward to the left.

The spinning ice spear didn’t break and moved lightly.

But the result was anything but light.

Everything in the spear’s path was crushed.

 

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