The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 318

Medea (2)

Medea’s Curse Special!

She is a curse expert who has dedicated years to studying curses, driven by a singular focus on one person.

When it comes to curses, her knowledge is unmatched on Earth.

This means that no one else truly understands the unique world she has created, as her expertise in curses surpasses all others.

It can be seen as a unique world, perfected through the concentration of countless curses.

But the specifics of this world remain shrouded in mystery.

The world of curses.

Curses permeate everything – the outer walls, the interior, and even the very air one breathes.

If an ordinary person were to enter, their body would melt in less than ten seconds, or they would be devoured alive by insects.

The same holds true for the gods.

Moreover, if their compatibility is poor, they will quickly be consumed by the curse, suffering terrible consequences.

‘Not bad.’

Yoosungwoo coldly assessed Medea’s world.

It can be seen as an advanced version of the ‘Extreme Curse Zone’ that he can create with Black Death [a skill or ability Yoosungwoo possesses].

A world born from the fusion of Medea’s wisdom and knowledge.

A world shaped by the collision of hatred and love for someone.

A world of love and hate.

A world comprised of two conflicting emotions, originating from the depths of human experience.

Since it is a world that gods cannot comprehend, only Yoosungwoo, with his human origins, accurately grasped the essence of Medea’s world.

-Aaaaaaagh!

A scream pierces the air.

Unmistakably, the scream belongs to Jason, who is under attack by Medea.

The scream of the great hero who led the Argonauts [a band of heroes in Greek mythology] echoed across the plains, startling the gods.

Even Jason, who survived the arduous Argonaut expedition, is screaming in agony from the curse.

Divine beings are not easily cursed because their souls possess a high level of resistance.

Since they naturally repel curses, few gods genuinely fear them.

But Medea’s curse was a potent force, breaking through even the gods’ inherent resistance.

“It’s over.”

As Yoosungwoo muttered, Medea’s unique world, which had enveloped the area, collapsed.

Beyond the dissipated world, Medea stood revealed, holding Jason’s severed head and smiling faintly.

Jason’s head turned to ashes in her hand and vanished, and Medea gazed at the scattering remains with a wistful expression.

A bittersweet farewell, signifying the complete release of the person she once loved.

It was a shocking conclusion.

Jason, the leader of the Argonauts and a celebrated hero, was annihilated by a curse, never to return to the embrace of the earth.

Medea, a mere demigod, had slain Jason, who had attained complete divinity after death.

Medea, having utterly destroyed Jason’s soul, turned to the old woman and spoke.

“I’ll forfeit. Direct combat isn’t really my style.”

At her words, the old woman frowned and glanced back at Ares, who was next in line.

But Ares, who should have been in his seat, was nowhere to be found.

“Ares…?!”

“Hahahahahaha!”

Yoosungwoo burst into laughter at the sight. It seemed no one else had noticed.

Ares had fled with his tail between his legs the moment Jason’s scream erupted from within the unique world.

I had heard that he was the biggest crybaby in Greek mythology, but who would have imagined he would run away from a single, desperate scream.

He is a pathetic god.

The one who should be the most courageous is the god of war.

The state of Olympus was now clear.

“In that respect, it seems right to rate Athena higher than Ares after all.”

Yoosungwoo stepped forward and patted Medea on the shoulder.

“It was worth watching. You are indeed the second-in-command of the Sword Clan.”

“Am I the second-in-command?”

“If it’s that impressive, you’re the second-in-command.”

“Wow, thank you.”

Her expression didn’t seem genuinely happy. While the exhausted Medea slumped down to rest, Yoosungwoo stepped forward and said.

“The second opponent forfeits. I guess he never thought he could die in this battle. What an idiot. Then next, you’ll step up, right?”

His gaze turned to Hercules, who stood next to the old woman.

A giant warrior clad in the Nemean lion skin [a legendary lion in Greek mythology that Hercules defeated].

The symbol of courage.

The greatest monster slayer in the history of Greek mythology, who completed the twelve impossible labors.

An existence I had always wanted to compete with someday.

The ideal of a hero.

Herkules, who had been standing with his arms folded, grabbed the club he had placed beside him, pointed it at Yoosungwoo, and spoke.

“You are weaker than me.”

“Does it seem that way?”

“Yes.”

Herkules’ eyes must be accurate.

Yoosungwoo didn’t believe he was stronger than Hercules either.

Herkules became a hero through his innate strength, talent for martial arts, and unwavering courage, while Yoosungwoo’s strength was forged through relentless effort.

I heard that he strangled to death a snake that came to kill him with his bare hands when he was just a child.

However, Yoosungwoo does not back down. He has never yielded in the face of an opponent stronger than himself.

“Kill him, Hercules.”

“I was going to do that even if you didn’t tell me.”

Herkules snorted and stepped forward.

His face betrayed his disinterest in opponents weaker than himself.

Yoosungwoo wanted to wipe that look off Hercules’ face.

He drew his sword.

The sword in his hand was a crimson blade.

A scarlet life, a symbol as unique as himself, appeared.

So far, he has cut down countless enemies – humans, monsters, and gods – with this sword.

The ominous aura emanating from it has intensified, to the point where lower-level deities shudder at the mere sight of the blade.

“Let’s see just how strong the hero of Greek mythology truly is.”

“Don’t die too easily and make it boring!”

Herkules, with his massive frame, charged forward with a roar.

He is two heads taller than Yoosungwoo, yet his speed is remarkable.

‘He wasn’t just a strong idiot.’

Yoosungwoo dodged the club that Hercules swung downwards.

The ground rumbled and exploded upon impact.

It wasn’t an explosion, but the result of sheer force alone.

Yoosungwoo, having created some distance, clicked his tongue after witnessing the depth of the crater.

It was as if a meteorite had struck.

“Hurryaaaaaa!”

He lifted the club, which was embedded in the ground, and swung it again.

The very air currents shifted with each swing.

The sound of the club followed a beat late, a testament to its immense power and speed.

“Why don’t you swing that little sword even once!”

Herkules continued to swing his club, relentlessly applying pressure.

Yoosungwoo stepped back again and swung his sword lightly, but Hercules easily dodged it and laughed.

“Is that what you call swinging a sword?”

“Even though I just took one of your fingers?”

Yoosungwoo said this and displayed a thick finger in his hand, seemingly belonging to Hercules.

Seeing what appeared to be his own finger, Hercules instinctively glanced at his hand.

However, all the fingers on both hands were still present, five on each.

“……?”

Such a small opening was created.

When he turned his gaze back to Yoosungwoo, he was already standing right in front of him.

“Take your finger.”

He threw the finger at Hercules’ face and thrust his sword towards his chest.

Even in his confusion, Hercules swiftly swung his club and deflected the sword.

“What a cowardly thing to do!”

“Where is there cowardice in war?”

It was a toy that Yoojiwoo had given him to test, but I never imagined I would use it in a situation like this.

Yoosungwoo smiled and continued his offensive. His eyes flashed red, and the speed of his sword increased dramatically.

Sword strikes rained down from all directions in an instant, creating the illusion that the number of swords had multiplied.

None of them were feints.

Every strike was real, targeting vital points.

However, Hercules, with a serious expression, took a deep breath and used his club to deflect the sword.

‘It’s a considerable martial art.’

He can execute such delicate movements with a club.

Is it because he has wielded it like an extension of his own limbs for thousands of years?

It seemed difficult to defeat Hercules with conventional methods.

His defense was impenetrable, and his movements were efficient.

It was clear that he had not neglected his training even after ascending to Olympus.

“Then, let’s see if you react to this too.”

Yoosungwoo shifted into a higher gear.

As his speed increased even further, Hercules narrowed his eyes.

Even so, he reacted.

The club moved relentlessly to block the sword, but Hercules noticed that the scratches on his body were gradually increasing.

“You’re playing tricks!”

Clearly, he had blocked all of Yoosungwoo’s visible sword strikes.

However, the appearance of scratches in unexpected places indicated the presence of an invisible attack.

Herkules swung his club with great force to push Yoosungwoo away and focused his mind.

He was then able to perceive invisible blades floating around Yoosungwoo.

Blades that were difficult for anyone without extreme sensitivity to detect.

Yoosungwoo smiled at Hercules’ reaction and said.

“You noticed. You have a good sense.”

“Humph!”

However, Hercules regenerated the scratches on his body with a single exhale and charged in again.

Yoosungwoo swung his sword and the invisible blades, but Hercules avoided the vital points with agile movements and charged forward relentlessly.

Yoosungwoo attempted to redirect the bull-like charge to the side, but Hercules forcibly changed direction with his powerful ankles.

Yoosungwoo, struck by the force of the charge, flew back dozens of meters before regaining his footing.

“I’ll show you that you can’t beat me with just tricks!”

Herkules rushed in, giving him no chance to recover.

Super acceleration, covering dozens of meters in an instant.

A scene where he seemed to be the only one moving quickly in slow motion.

Yoosungwoo also inhaled deeply and accelerated his thoughts.

Entering the same perception of time as Hercules, he launched himself off the ground towards the charging warrior.

Herkules swung his club.

Despite its weight, it left afterimages as it aimed for vital points.

‘No, with that size, any hit would be a vital point.’

It goes without saying that the club was about the same size as Yoosungwoo.

Yoosungwoo bent his body to avoid the club swinging horizontally towards his upper body.

He immediately extended his sword to cut Hercules’ arm, but he dodged the sword’s trajectory with another agile movement and collided with his shoulder.

This time, he refused to be pushed back.

He stayed as close as possible, preventing Hercules from changing direction, and avoided the charge by attaching his body and rotating.

The positions where they were standing were reversed.

Herkules grabbed the club with one hand and swung it directly behind him, and Yoosungwoo rotated again to escape the club’s path.

The two, spinning around as if dancing, continued to fight in a slowed-down world.

Tit for tat.

A high-level battle continued without an inch of compromise.

Then, it was Hercules who first felt something was amiss.

It was a subtle doubt.

‘He’s definitely weaker than me.’

That’s evident just by looking at his divinity and momentum.

But why.