Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast

Chapter 96

Baekmokgui thought.
Something had gone terribly wrong, far beyond what could be considered an ordinary mistake.

[Even the Grand General of the Second Great Demon King wasn’t like this. I’ve never heard of a monster like you.]
[Why are you appearing in front of me? Why at this moment are you interfering? If it weren’t for you, if it weren’t for now, everything would have been fine!]

Baekmokgui, on the brink of a major breakthrough, was interrupted.
As she glared at the Boogeyman, filled with hatred,
she unleashed the power of her countless eyes,
but none of them
inflicted any meaningful damage to the Boogeyman.

“Are you trying to challenge me with borrowed strength that isn’t even yours?”

A dark presence that alone radiated an ominous feeling,
the very embodiment of darkness burning like fire and undulating around.
This darkness that clothed the Boogeyman
was too powerful for Baekmokgui’s martial arts to penetrate.

[Endlessly extending arms.]
[Immovable to all forms of magic.]
[Now I understand.]

Caught in the chaotic flurry of countless arms,
Baekmokgui hardened her posture, shifting into a defensive stance.
Her eyes glinted with a mischievous light.

[You’re a spirit-type demon, aren’t you?]
[The evil soul cannot be affected by my power.]
[If your essence is derived from material, then there is no such thing as a mind vulnerable to magic.]

Having accumulated a hundred legacies within herself,
and experienced countless demonic actions,
Baekmokgui had built her wisdom and discernment.
With her hundred eyes, she deduced the Boogeyman’s true identity
from just a brief exchange.

[Is this fun for you?]
[Mimicking emotions you don’t even understand.]
[Is it pathetic?]
[The inefficient behaviors of living creatures.]

Her sharp remarks, probing emotions,
and the fundamental illusion that tore open the deepest wounds.
Even though Hae Eung-eung had released control over her body,
Baekmokgui’s powerful mental contamination aimed directly at the Boogeyman,
deep enough to settle into his mind despite the formidable body.

“You may be rotten, but you’re still a prized fish, the right hand of the Demon Queen, with an annoying tongue.”

The Boogeyman was genuinely impressed.
A mental attack that shouldn’t have worked,
but even he, someone who could never be swayed,
felt himself waver, if only for a brief moment, a very little.
This wasn’t weakness detection;
it was weakness creation, to a degree where it could be said she’d planted the seed.
More threatening than her hundred eyes
was the one single mouth Baekmokgui possessed.

‘To recover my mind in that brief moment. It’s terrifying how flawless she is.’

Though he didn’t want to admit it,
the Boogeyman had to accept it.
Baekmokgui was stronger than him.
Before his body could destroy hers,
her eloquence had already tried to shatter his mind,
but that attempt ended in vain.

‘Now, there’s no choice but to force my way through.’

Baekmokgui’s eyes were wrapped in Boogeyman’s many arms,
her body covered by them,
so that nothing could be seen except her face.
She was heading toward the greatest swordswoman of the underworld,
the Silent Sword Master.

‘If I can just take that body, ascending to the next level will be as good as assured.’

At this point, victory couldn’t be guaranteed with her current body.
A talent of such a level,
she wouldn’t encounter one like it again for the next century.
So this was the turning point.
She could either flee like a coward and wait for the next century,
or slowly take control, not by consuming him,
but by transferring her entire mind,
overpowering the swordswoman’s spirit and forcefully taking control of both mind and body.

‘The choice has already been decided from the beginning.’

At the same time, Baekmokgui’s hundred eyes opened,
and blood-red light began to radiate from her entire body.

“How dare you try such a feeble trick.”
[Your dark powers are impressive, I admit, but they aren’t enough. You can’t stop the full extent of my power, even at the cost of sacrificing the vessel.]

Baekmokgui’s body,
as all of her eyes opened and unleashed their power,
couldn’t withstand the force of the Baekmok Overlap
and exploded with a sound like a burst.
A suicide strike that risked her body’s destruction
even pushed back the Boogeyman of reverse polarity,
momentarily gaining the upper hand.

[Kuhuhu. Kuuuhhahaha!]
[I’m back. Now, no one can stop me!]

The field boss-level demon, Baekmokgui,
successfully infiltrated Hae Eung-eung’s mind once again.

There was no way back.

[For the Possession Spirit, there’s no retreat, only a final act.]

If she failed, her soul would be destroyed,
but the risk was worth the gamble,
and it worked.
The Boogeyman’s hundred arms were helplessly pushed back,
and through the gap, the Silent Sword Master’s head could be seen.
A deep, night-like purple color descended
from her eyes, which were serene and silent,
an eerie calm that could rarely be found in nature,
through which Baekmokgui succeeded in infiltrating Hae Eung-eung’s mind.

[If the opponent is a weak human who can’t even control their own mind, then it’s almost a certain victory. Kuhuhu, kuhhahaha!]

The Silent Sword Master was different from the Boogeyman.
With an innate talent for demonic powers,
the vast spirit energy and immense spiritual path were akin to a divine elixir.
If it fell into the hands of one who knew how to control it,
ascension to a higher level was inevitable.
Such a tempting being
could not be left alone.
From head to toe,
the demon’s cursed flower bloomed,
and every last drop of it had to be consumed.

[Pitiable human. I’ll promise you a painless end as an act of mercy.]

Baekmokgui, gazing into the body of the Silent Sword Master,
was certain of her absolute victory.

[What?]

She was taken aback.
The traces of her own spiritual energy that she had poured into the demon’s energy formation
and shaped to guide the process of demonization,
whether it was cells, muscles, or organs,
there was not a single trace of her energy.

[Lies. This can’t be. I must have misunderstood something.]

Baekmokgui, trying to steady her mind,
scattered her consciousness through her entire body.

[Eh?]

Baekmokgui was gripped by fear, beyond mere agitation.
It wasn’t just deception that had disappeared.
There was a pressure building on her soul,
a feeling as if a massive, unreachable creature was watching her every move.
It felt like her mind was being overwhelmed by an intangible presence.

-You’ve returned.

As soon as she recognized the presence of the monster,
it too looked down at her.

-I owe you several debts. First, I must thank you.

The massive creature spoke.

-If anything, I never imagined that a demon would create a spirit formation and gain power. Thanks to you, it was a helpful reference.

The giant monster—no, the Silent Sword Master—spoke calmly,
and the power that radiated from her was
so vast that it made the previous scenes appear laughable,
with a depth that seemed beyond measure,
a sense of overwhelming terror, as if getting lost would lead to her eventual mental collapse
and the gradual loss of all spiritual power.

[You... are you truly human?]

The Silent Sword Master, perplexed, said to her:

-That’s not what you should be saying, is it?
-At a time like this, you should be begging for your life.

For just a moment,
her mind shifted with murderous intent.
Her vast, once peaceful mind
was now hit by a storm,
and from the distant horizon,
a colossal tsunami arose, devouring the world in its wake.

[Oh my God.]

The human mind could never be this intense.
Even the smallest obstacles in daily life can break or bend it,
for such small and fragile beings.
A mind such as theirs would forever be trapped in unfulfilled desires,
jealousy, resentment, despair.
Unable to achieve anything,
they would fall into self-torment,
a pit of despair.
It should never possess the mental power to stir a storm
that could destroy the entire world,
a force that sweeps away all desires and devastates everything.

[This is not human.]

The sea grew darker and redder,
[Humans cannot possess such a mind.]
Among the surging waves, countless corpses floated up.

[This should never be called human!!]

In the midst of the bloody sea, Baekmokgui stood,
and countless corpses gazed at her with resentful eyes.

[Don’t look at me like that, don’t look at me with those eyes!!!]

Even Baekmokgui, who had gathered a hundred eyes and a hundred legacies,
was terrified by the countless dead,
a feast of death she could not even count.
In the midst of the grudge and regret,
countless lions rushed toward Baekmokgui,
stretching their arms, dragging their legs,
and shouted through mouths dripping with blood:

“I don’t want to die.”
“You’re a monster without a drop of mercy.”
“You killed them all. You killed everyone!”
“If not for you, the Saman sect wouldn’t have fallen.”
“It’s all your fault.”
“Die.”
“I can’t stand to see you alive.”
“Die already.”
“What’s with the happy smile?”
“Do you think you deserve a peaceful tomorrow?”
“No matter how great your achievements, you can never be happy. You shouldn’t be.”
“Die.”
“Die.”
“Die!”
“If you can’t die, we’ll kill you!”
“Not even your body can sleep peacefully?”
“Don’t make me laugh.”
“Your lies won’t work.”
“You’re just afraid.”
“You’re scared of seeing the past horrors, the irreversible mistakes again.”
“Twenty-three of the Hangwon Clan hate you.”
“Eighty-five members of the Namgung family hate you.”
“Three hundred eighty-eight commoners from the Yangcheon of Shanxi hate you.”
“One thousand one hundred twenty-four from the Sicheon Great Battle hate you.”
“Everyone who died because of you hates you!”

The fears and despair Baekmokgui had implanted
were nothing compared to the shouting cries of the dead.
Baekmokgui realized
where the ocean she was sinking into was coming from.

[The Vengeful Sea]

The vengeful spirits that caused countless massacres,
the terrifyingly infamous demons,
whose mental worlds were unique to them.
What approached her was not a wave,
but a colossal curse,
an overwhelming collective curse that she could never withstand.

[The Tsunami of Grudge]

If swept away, Baekmokgui’s will,
the sandcastle built with only a hundred grudges,
would be swept away in an instant,
merging into the Vengeful Sea,
and she would never regain her sense of self.
At last, terrified, Baekmokgui pleaded.

[Please forgive me. I was foolish.]
[I won’t ask for the spiritual power I stole back.]
[I apologize for trying to make you mine without your consent.]
[Would you like to know where the artifact I was siphoning is located?]
[If you spare me, I can guide you to the artifact.]
[Please.]
[Please let me leave this place!!]
[Please!!!]
[Please, just once more!!!]

Starting with an apology,
leading into pleading,
and ending with a desperate cry for her life,
Baekmokgui’s tragic pleas for survival reached Hae Eung-eung,
who calmly reflected on her will.

-You know the truth, don’t you?
-That it’s impossible.

Baekmokgui had recited numerous incantations,
focusing her efforts to break Hae Eung-eung’s mental control,
but it wasn’t necessary to break Baekmokgui.
In fact, no words were needed.
Before she even spoke,
Hae Eung-eung had already noticed something was wrong.
She realized she had made an irreversible mistake.
This wasn’t even worth calling a plea,
just meaningless blabbering,
uttered out of pure fear.

-Remember this in the next life.
-When it comes to someone else’s mind,
while it may enter freely, it doesn’t leave so easily.

Hae Eung-eung endured the horrors of the mental battlefield,
as Baekmokgui’s form was swallowed up by the Vengeful Sea,
her body distorted into a form that was unrecognizable,
and her spirit drowned with countless souls.
This was the tragic end of the foolish demon
who dared to tamper with the mind of a Murim martial artist.