Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast

Chapter 92

The half-demon who survived alone after the massacre by the Silent Sword Master was closer to being human than a demon.

“I’ll tell you everything I know about the Garbage Heap. Please, just spare my life!”
“......”

It was in his quick judgment of the situation.

"Oh, I think I’m getting used to the Silent Sword Master’s expression. He just looked a bit disappointed there."
"No, it seemed like he was debating whether to kill him or not."
"It’s a serious case of mass murder addiction."
"Quit talking nonsense and die already!"
"He should have at least thanked her before begging for his life!!"
"But... he’s so terrifying..."
"He watched his kind die and barely managed to survive... no wonder he’s so scared."
The half-demon spilled everything he knew.
The army sent by the Demon Queen to the human world.
The deployment of troops in the Garbage Heap.
Even who the Crocodile Hunter’s loyal subordinates were.

[Information about the Great Demon has been acquired.]
[The Great Demon is wary of your actions. Be careful not to encounter his subordinates.]

The mastermind behind sending the Crocodile Hunter, the Great Demon.
The name was familiar, even from before.
The one who turned the Executioner into a doorman.
The mastermind behind the invasion of the human world using the demons' military forces and resources.
He was one of the dark figures responsible for the grim world of the Half-Demon Valley.

‘If there is an end to this journey, it will be after defeating the Great Demon.’

The Demon Queen and the Demon General.
Even these powerful boss-level demons were small fry compared to the Great Demon.
They only fought over the power left behind by the Great Demon.
When compared to that,
the strength of the Great Demon, who gathered the best forces from the demon world, would surely be on a completely different scale.

“The Queen tried to turn the situation around by clinging to the legacy of the former Demon King.”
“She even sent her right-hand woman, Do Domeki, the Hundred-Eyed Demon, who rules this Garbage Heap.”
“She is the right-hand of the Demon Queen and the commanding officer of the Garbage Heap.”

The half-demon, a former slave, shared an astonishingly detailed account.
When Ha Eun-eung’s suspicious expression couldn’t be hidden,
the half-demon nervously shook his head.

“I’m not trying to deceive you! I know so much because I was once part of the Hundred-Eyed Demon army guarding this place!”

But why was he a slave now?
Ha Eun-eung’s questioning gaze made the half-demon hurriedly lower his head and answer.

“It’s embarrassing, but I failed to escape the Garbage Heap. There was a demon who had brought news from the demon world…”
“I heard there was a human who defeated Demon General Biktro, the strongest demon in the demon world. I tried to escape before that human could cross into the human world.”

He failed to escape, and as a result, became a slave.
Even worse, he had encountered the human he was trying to avoid.
Luckily, unlike other slaves, he didn’t make any mistakes and managed to survive, both from the demons and from the Silent Sword Master.

“You probably find the Crocodile Hunter's story more interesting than mine. He’s like a messenger sent by the Great Demon to the Queen.”

Seeing the half-demon trying to divert the attention,
Ha Eun-eung didn’t blame him.
After all, it wasn’t unusual for people who had witnessed her sword to feel fear.

“The Crocodile Hunter is what the demons call him. The Queen had promised to lend him that weapon if she found it.”

Thanks to the half-demon’s information, many of her questions were answered.
As the half-demon had almost nothing more to offer,
his body began to tremble pitifully.

“Are you going to kill me now?”

The hunting dog is killed once it’s of no use.
It’s common sense for humans, not just demons.
However, Ha Eun-eung didn’t particularly like such common sense.
She believed that every sacrifice should be met with an appropriate reward.
But reality didn’t always work that way.

Swish.

Ha Eun-eung reached for the closet’s door handle.
The half-demon, with a blank expression, took the handle from her.
His face immediately brightened.

“Thank you! Thank you so much for sparing me!”

It wasn’t that she was too lazy to carry around the closet.
It wasn’t that she felt lonely being alone.
It was just that she hated a reality where only cruelty and indifference were seen as common sense, and kindness was dismissed as foolishness.
That was why she handed him the handle.

It didn’t take long to eliminate the supervisor.
As the demons sent out to guard the area disappeared,
and the number of demons remaining by the supervisor’s side dwindled,
the terrified guards ran away, shouting about ghosts,
and she cut down the remaining guards without hesitation, dealing with the supervisor calmly.

“Monstrous strength…”

All the killing happened in the span of just an hour.
The half-demon was terrified by the sheer power of this beautiful human woman,
but at the same time, he felt deep admiration for her strength.

‘How wonderful would it be if I had such power?’

No one who hasn’t experienced the sorrow of being exploited by the powerless can truly understand it.

‘But... do I really need such overwhelming power?’

He had yearned for power, but now, seeing it in front of him, he felt a bit differently.

“Argh!”
“P-Please, spare me…”

The guards in Sector 4 of the Garbage Heap,
demons who were assigned to prevent slaves from escaping in the Power Restriction Zone,
had their limbs torn off as they screamed and bled into the earth.
At first, she assassinated them one by one,
but as night fell, she moved as if the darkness was no hindrance, charging into the enemy’s ranks.
When the torches went out, the sound of boiling blood could be heard, and when someone lit a torch, the corpses were visible.

"Which one of these is the demon?"
"At this level, it wouldn’t be weird if they were considered a demon wielding a sword."
"How is he cutting down demons much bigger than himself like toys?"
"How is he seeing in front?"
"Every time the torch flickers, I’m startled."
"If a Silent Sword Master came out, Half-Demon Valley would have already given up on clearing the game."
"Ending? How do you even get one?"
"I just imagined the Silent Sword Master drinking blood and turning into a demon... I almost passed out."
"LOL, imagine how much stronger he’d be as a demon."
Even boss-level demons, if they weren’t fully prepared,
couldn’t challenge the Silent Sword Master head-on.
Before such power,
a mere demon relying on their numerical advantage couldn’t even stand a chance.

[The Garbage Heap’s minor demons and stationed soldiers have been eliminated.]
[The Hundred-Eyed Demon is waiting for you in the incinerator of the Garbage Heap.]

The field was completely cleared.
With all the small fry wiped out,
the only remaining obstacle was the right-hand of the Demon Queen and the commander of the Garbage Heap, Do Domeki, the Hundred-Eyed Demon.

“Are... are you sure you don’t regret it?”
“?”
“These demons and slaves—if you had left them alive, maybe you could have found the Hundred-Eyed Demon in the Garbage Heap after some time.”

The only half-demon to survive in the Garbage Heap after Silent Sword Master’s intervention,
he now expressed regret about missing the chance to obtain the Hundred-Eyed Demon.

‘The Hundred-Eyed Demon. It would have been useful if I had gotten it.’

But now, he knew better.
A Hundred-Eyed Demon wasn’t just some convenient item.

The Crocodile Hunter had given him direct advice:

"A monster isn’t built only from legacy and history. Every monster must face tragedy before it can truly be complete."
Monsters must endure tragedy before they become truly complete,
they were cursed, ominous things that should never be approached recklessly.

‘Even the Mirror of Clarity—I’d rather sell it to a wandering merchant as soon as possible.’

Even the Hundred-Eyed Demon he already had felt burdensome.
To take in another?
She had no interest in doing that.

[Story Mode]

The Silent Sword Master, walking silently,
was followed by the half-demon dragging the squeaky closet behind him.
When they arrived at the incinerator, the scorching heat could be felt from the nearby flames.
They stopped walking.

[The history of losers is so futile.]
[It’ll just turn into filthy, smelly trash.]
[And once it’s all burned, only ashes will remain.]

A demon, whose appearance was too beautiful for a trash heap,
wore a kimono with long sleeves, her back turned so gracefully she could easily be mistaken for a human.
Her voice, smooth and elegant like jade, contrasted sharply with the trash-strewn environment of the Garbage Heap.

[The remnants of sorrow will scatter in the wind.]
[The history of the defeated, nearing its end.]
[The future that all humans in the human world will face.]

She turned gracefully,
her kimono embroidered with beautiful patterns as her arms spread wide.
Her movements were as elegant as a butterfly fluttering in the air,
soft, flowing with each motion.

[The place that will end the miserable remnants is here.]
[The incinerator of the Garbage Heap.]

Her arms lifted high.
The sleeves of her kimono cascaded down like flowing water.

[But why, of all people, have you appeared in this trash heap’s incinerator?]
[With your so-called strength, there’s no one here to save. Is the Great Demon’s artifact more appealing to you than saving lives?]

Her hand reached out toward the Silent Sword Master.

[Or have you, at last, decided to abandon your futile purity and fully embrace becoming a demon?]

With a seductive smile that could bewitch,
she beckoned him with a graceful motion of her hand, as though urging him to take her hand.

[Interaction options]

Take the demon’s hand.
Take the demon’s hand.
Take the demon’s hand.
The choices were all the same,
forcing a decision without alternatives.
All the attempts.
All the coercion.

‘Trivial.’

[OUT BREAK!]
[The strong affinity has broken the restriction of choices.]
[Current affinity: 75%]

Ha Eun-eung casually triggered her inner cultivation technique,
creating a new option.

[Interaction options]

(Silently point the sword.) (Affinity 60% or higher)
(Silently point the sword.) (Affinity 60% or higher)
(Silently point the sword.) (Affinity 60% or higher)
[? (Silently point the sword.)]

Hypnosis. Mind control.
How many had tried to manipulate her using such tricks, relying on the wicked power of illusion?

‘The brainwashing of the Imperial Palace. The imprinting of the Blood Cult. These were all vile methods that shook both body and mind.’

The brainwashing that crippled wings and kept you trapped in a gigantic cage called the Imperial Palace,
the imprinting that stirred hatred against the Emperor and made you perceive enemies as emperors,
compared to these mental manipulations,
this simple gesture of illusion was nothing.

[A human with power greater than a demon.]
[A strong person who turned away from a completed deal and left the Crocodile Hunter.]
[You are as strong-willed as they say.]

The woman in the kimono’s smile deepened.

[Hehe. Heheh.]
[Hehehe, hohohohoho!]}
[Alright. I like you. You, with the power to bring down the strongest demon, calmly ignoring my manipulation—your spirit... with your body, you can...]

Her pale white skin cracked,
revealing horrific black veins that were emerging beneath it.

[I can grow a hundred. Or more.]

The Hundred-Eyed Demon, a field boss, revealed its true form,
the black lines of power spreading across its body as it opened a hundred eyes simultaneously.