Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast

Chapter 251

1.

Eom Gil-dong had an idea as to why the script had gotten tangled.

“Jinhyeolchujeokja should’ve stolen the Blood of Boogeyman, but it shouldn’t appear within a certain number of turns. So it must’ve been watching from a distance, waiting.”

• Oh
• Likely

“But the Silent Swordsman just rushed straight towards the capital, no waiting at all. With nowhere to wait, it was pushed back and ended up stuck in the capital.”

• What? Seriously? Treating it like an event mob?
• Does it really happen like this?
• Long time no see, Eom Gil-dong switching to his Eom Gal-ryang mode.

“If it had gone as expected, it would’ve ambushed and waited, but when Boogeyman was about to naturally disappear, there was no more time to delay, so it acted. But well, it was already a death sentence at this point.”

• Got it
• Eom Gil-dong is a logical streamer!
• I’ll only recognize it today
• So, what’s the good part?
• How does Boogeyman survive?

Eom Gil-dong shrugged at the viewers’ amazed questions.

“How would I know? Either he gets eaten and dies with the rest, or somehow gets out from under the pillar.”

Having missed the live broadcast and feeling less attachment to Boogeyman, Eom Gil-dong’s indifferent response caused the viewers’ eyes to turn into diamond shapes, and public sentiment began to explode.

“Oops.”

This would turn the chat into chaos.
By the time he regretted it, it was already too late.

• Burn it!!
• I
• Rock
• I
• Rock
• Are you still human after doing this, Eom Gil-dong!!
• Mom, when I grow up, I’m going to hit Eom Gil-dong
• Die!!
• Die, Boogeyman’s enemy!

“Just kidding~”

• I would’ve forgiven you if you’d said that~
• Die!!
• If you admit mint chocolate is unhealthy, I’ll let it slide
• Jeom-soon, I love you!!
• Sweet and sour pork is supposed to be drenched in sauce, right?
• It has to be mom over dad, right?
• Boogeyman’s a woman, but who cares, what matters is what’s important!
• We should vote for number in the presidential election, right?
• Do you prefer monthly rent or jeonse?
• The prime minister says our side’s jeonse is advantageous.
• What part of a city that’s been completely destroyed seems advantageous, LOL?
• Wouldn’t a destroyed city actually be advantageous?

“Aah, you guys don’t let anything slide. But seriously, why do you keep acting like this towards me? Did I kill Boogeyman?”

Eom Gil-dong, feeling unnecessarily irritated, made a half-hearted attempt at resistance, but it only added fuel to the fire.
The public sentiment that had ignited showed no sign of returning to normal.
In the chaotic chat, Eom Gil-dong whistled and adjusted the chat settings.
Freezing.
Chat-stopping option where updates don’t come through.
With the spam blocked, the chat turned into a parade of people shouting "Destruction!" and a frenzy of malicious comments and monologues.
Leaving behind the dizzying chat, Eom Gil-dong casually spoke.

“Phew, it’s a bit quieter now. Let’s finish watching the broadcast.”

Eom Gil-dong, the streamer with the worst fanbase, Eom Gil-dan.
Seeing this side of them, it wasn’t surprising that they didn’t come into existence for no reason.

2.  

[Story mode]

Jinhyeolchujeokja had burrowed into the Pillar of Ascension.

[Blood, blood, I feel the blood... G-Great Demon, I must keep my promise...]

The severe stutter made it impossible to utter a single sentence in one breath.
Despite the collapse of his own will, Jinhyeolchujeokja’s hands, as if operating independently, followed the path Boogeyman had taken and infiltrated the inside of the Pillar of Ascension.

Slosh, slosh

The black blood gurgled out, a pulsating collective of despair.
The black hands emerging from the cracked surface wielded weapons forged from darkness, moving like they were possessed.

<Silver Blade> <Plum Blossom Sword Technique> <Ascension Dragon's Heavens> <Eight Dragon's Overlord Strike> <Heaven's Movement> <True Fate Changing Technique>

The collective of despair, merged with Boogeyman’s murderous will and martial understanding, surpassed a mere desperate struggle and was now overcome with the instinct to kill.
Now, fused with superior killing techniques and an unrelenting thirst for murder, they had grown.
Not a collapsing collective of despair but a different level of despair that destroys everyone it faces.

<Confusion of the Illusion> <Wandering Mist> <Return to the Gateway>

In an instant, Jinhyeolchujeokja was hacked apart, his body unraveling as if time itself were being reversed, until he reached the entrance of the Pillar.

[I've seen it... this time, I can avoid it...]

Twisting his body elegantly amidst the storm of attacks, Jinhyeolchujeokja managed to avoid the blows.
Before him stood the wardrobe, almost fully merged with the remains of his flesh.

[It’s here...]

His hand reached out toward the wardrobe.
As soon as his hand touched the wardrobe’s door, a resonance of blood occurred.

Flash!

Red light poured from the wardrobe.
Boogeyman, whose consciousness had been restored through the resonance of blood, realized that an extraordinary opportunity had arrived.

[No! No!]
[Too late. Blame your foolishness for walking into the death trap willingly.]

As Jinhyeolchujeokja retreated, several hands from within the wardrobe intertwined like vines and grabbed him.
Even as his struggle severed a few of the hands, more than ten hands wrapped around his limbs and pulled him into the wardrobe.

<Confusion of the Illusion> <Wandering Mist> <Return to the Gateway>

[You can’t give up hope!]

Jinhyeolchujeokja.
He was a demon who had always been looked down upon for being more foolish than others.
Yet even this pitiful demon was accepted by the Great Demon and granted the precious blood of the demon.

[That’s right. You can’t just give up hope.]

His shape blurred as he activated a movement transfer technique.
The form that had been about to return to the Pillar of Ascension with dark red sparks appeared once again at its original position.
Confused, Jinhyeolchujeokja tried to use the technique repeatedly, but the result remained the same.

[The expectation placed upon you was smaller than the expectation placed on me.]

His attempt to deceive his senses and regain his shape wasted precious energy, scattering it into the wind. His head turned toward the open wardrobe.

<Ghost Object - The Untouchable>
<Previously Designated Target - Boogeyman>
<Newly Designated Target - Jinhyeolchujeokja>

The wardrobe that Boogeyman had occupied.
It was no ordinary wardrobe.
It was a haunted object born from the tragic story of the past, now becoming a fixture in the lineage.

[Having taken part of the old body, it no longer requires the protection of the haunted object.]

[Stop it!]
[Those who threaten me will either be betrayed or killed. Those useful pieces are sent to the battlefield. Is this what you deem a worthy piece to handle?]

A truly Great Demon-like way of handling things.
With a mocking laugh, Boogeyman’s hands shoved Jinhyeolchujeokja into the wardrobe.

Bang!

The wardrobe slammed shut with force.
From the gap, a figure cloaked in darkness slithered out.
Boogeyman realized then—he had little strength left.
At that very moment, Boogeyman saw a familiar figure.

“You...! Weren’t you dead?”
[Just a quick temporary use.]
“You can’t, that’s not for that purpose!”

The wardrobe, which provided absolute protection from outside intrusion, was no match for what was about to happen. But at least, it was a shield that protected the existence from ‘eyes.’
It was going to become Boogeyman’s new wardrobe.

[If you’ve been loitering here this long, it means you’ve prepared an escape route. Hurry, it’s about to begin.]

Boogeyman’s warning made the half-demon reluctantly sob and reach for a book.

“I came to score points with the Silent Swordsman, but I ended up ripping two precious book pages... Sniff.”

As the sobbing voice tore through the pages, Boogeyman instinctively sensed that a similar transfer technique was activating once more.

3.  

[Player mode]

“Aah! A half-demon appeared out of nowhere!”
“Eeek! It’s a wizard!! Wizards are dangerous beings that can capture demons!!”
“Calm down, Dutta. That’s just a servant our lord used to command.”

Far in the distance, as the hand of destruction moved, tearing apart the city,
The servant that had appeared out of nowhere stumbled, panting, and fell backward to the ground.

Thud!

“Ah!!”

The sack the servant was carrying wriggled, kicking the servant’s back.
The frightened servant fell forward this time, but no one worried about him.

“Eeek!! The servant’s sack is moving!!”
“Half-demon, what’s in that bag?”
“Suspicious. Why isn’t the servant waiting safely in place, retreating with the others, and instead going around the city picking something up?”

The sack the servant was carrying clearly contained something alive, something moving.

Ssshrink

The sack began to open.
Something crawled out through the gap.
It was a human woman’s hand.

“Eeek!! The servant’s been kidnapping people!!”
“This trash. After barely managing to help the lord escape, now he’s indulging in such vile deeds.”
“Forget about the lady’s dignity. At least it’s not something you should be doing while your companions risk their lives.”
“Ugh, Half-demon, can you move away? Don’t come within 100 meters of me.”

At the harsh words, the servant quickly shouted out.

“Wait a minute! I didn’t kidnap anyone. This wasn’t my doing, she just crawled into my bag on her own!”

• I didn’t kidnap a child. She just took my candy.
• I didn’t catch a bass. It bit my bait.
• I’m not a low-tier fighter. The enemy just smashed my head.
• Buddy... isn’t that actually low-tier?
• Oops, busted
• How cute
• Natural attempt at a cover-up failed, LOL

A clear, beautiful voice echoed from within the sack.

“He’s right... I crawled into the bag willingly...”

It was the voice of a woman he had never heard before.
But her tone was oddly familiar.
Ha Eung Eung ran over, grabbed the hand, and wrote something on her palm with her finger.

‘Boogeyman?’

The hand, which had been flinching as if ticklish, slapped Ha Eung Eung’s hand fiercely.

“Ow!”

As she grabbed her hand, the voice from within the sack spoke again.

“Don’t use other people’s hands as a notebook, human.”

A subtle display of martial power.
A sharp impact.
Despite the clear and pure voice, a chill ran down her spine, a dark, ominous energy emanated from the words.
It was unmistakable.

‘You’ve returned, Boogeyman.’

Boogeyman had returned alive.