The Martial God who Regressed Back to Level 2 Novel

"...What kind of contract?"

"If I reach Silver. I want to create a guild... If you can be a guild member for just one year."

"Creating a guild?"

Masid's eyes widened.

While it was possible to create a guild once you achieved the qualification of a Silver Ranger, Silver Rangers rarely created guilds.

It had been 10 years since BattleNet had settled, so who would create a guild at Silver level these days?

If it wasn't what Sung JiHan was talking about, Masid would have thought it was some kind of scam.

"But... will one year be enough?"

"Yes. I will also pay you a salary. Well, if you want more, you can have as much as you want."

It was such a good condition.

In Masid's current situation, he would have to accept a slave contract for 5 or 10 years, but Sung JiHan only offered one year.

"Why... are you treating me so well?"

When Masid asked with a trembling voice, Sung JiHan answered with a confident expression.

"Because I know you will become the best mage."

"..."

"I don't make multi-year contracts with the best players."

Creating a guild was just for the guild master achievement in the first place.

Sung JiHan had no intention of seriously operating it.

"And it's better for Masid to remain as a benefactor."

Erasing the debt in Masid's heart, to the person who would become the world's best mage.

That was ultimately what Sung JiHan wanted.

"I just... don't understand your confidence. How can you see me becoming the best mage when you see this useless gift..."

"Masid, can you come up with 500 million?"

"...No."

"Right? Then just use me. You won't lose anything anyway."

"That's true, but... you don't have money either. I heard you ride a loaning."

Sung JiHan laughed lightly.

The power of the mass media.

How long had it been since Masid commuted to the academy by loaning, and even busy Masid knew about it.

"I have no problem with money."

Sung JiHan switched the screen of his smartphone.

From BattleNet Market to a betting site.

"Do you know that the Korea-Japan match is happening today?"

"I do. I also bet my salary."

"...You too?"

"Yes. It's a sorry thing for Korea, but I bet on Japan winning 3:0. I need to earn at least 10%."

The odds for Japan winning 3:0 were 1.1.

He knew how many people were confident in Japan's victory.

"I'm sorry about that. It's a reasonable judgment. But... the world is actually irrational."

Sung JiHan smiled and showed his betting history.

Masid was shocked.

"You're crazy?! This insane bet...!"

"Haha. Does it look crazy?"

Beep!

Sung JiHan turned on the TV in the private room.

On the screen, BattleNet players preparing for the first match were caught on camera.

"From now on, I'll show you the sight of money being copied."

* * *

The odds were measured at 1.1 for Japan's 3-0 victory.

The public's judgment was quite reasonable.

Since Sung JiHan, the core of the Korean national team, moved to Japan.

It's not like half of the team's power just disappeared, it was added to the enemy.

The power balance went from 1:1 to 0.5:1.5.

As long as Sung JiHan played in the game, defeat was inevitable.

However.

"This... can't be true..."

The world was sometimes irrational.

The first match of the Korea-Japan game.

Sung JiHan, who took the lead as the vanguard of the Japanese national team.

Suddenly got into an argument with his Japanese teammates.

"If you don't listen to me, I won't play the game."

And then, he suddenly took off his armor and started slashing his own body with dual swords.

His t-shirt was torn to shreds in an instant, and bloodlines appeared on his sturdy upper body.

"No. What the hell... why is he doing this?"

"I don't know."

"Ito-san!"

"What are you doing?"

While the Japanese players were panicking and trying to stop Sung JiHan.

"It's a disturbance."

Sung JiHan fought off the Japanese national team players in fluent Japanese and then charged towards the Korean national team alone.

"Stop him!"

"I don't know what's going on, but it's an opportunity!"

The sudden madness of Sung JiHan didn't go unnoticed by the Korean national team, and they focused their attacks on him without missing the opportunity.

But no matter how much Sung JiHan took off his armor, he still had dual swords in his hands.

"Weak."

The red and blue dual swords moved smoothly like flowing water.

"Kuk...!"

They effortlessly neutralized the attacks of the Korean national team's dealers.

SSS-class gift, the pinnacle of dual swords.

Based on this, Sung JiHan's swordsmanship overwhelmed the Korean national team alone.

Whether he had armor or not, he was the world's greatest warrior.

"As expected, he's strong."

The members of the national team were all superhumans who had reached at least the Diamond League.

Their matches were filmed in slow motion so that even ordinary people could watch.

Although mages and supporters with exceptional physical abilities moved slowly in the camera.

Sung JiHan was flying at an incredible speed.

"At that level... it won't be easy even with an unknown martial art."

Sung JiHan had never faced off against Sung JiHan even once in his previous life.

Sung JiHan Ito, the greatest warrior who spiced up the Battle.net era.

He suddenly disappeared when more than half of the world's countries disappeared in the late Battle.net era.

That's why Sung JiHan, who was called the strongest warrior of the late era, had never clashed swords with Sung JiHan.

But there was no sense of crisis in Sung JiHan's expression.

"I'm completely different from back then."

While acknowledging that Sung JiHan's power was stronger than expected, Sung JiHan never thought that he would lose to him.

"Sword Flight."

The blue sword landed on Sung JiHan's foot.

Becoming a support for his foot, it raced through the sky.

Swordsmanship that controls the sword, flying through the sky.

The pinnacle of swordsmanship that a swordsman can display, was now being shown not to allies, but to enemies.

"Sword... swordsmanship!"

"Protective magic...!"

* * *

The power of the Sword King, who was once an ally, was well known to the Korean national team.

The aerial sword flight was not simply flying in the sky, but the pinnacle of charging that broke through the opponent's defense formation.

The national team shouted in excitement, ready to unleash their protective magic.

However...

[Still too late.]

The Sword King had already turned into a massive meteor, falling rapidly.

The difference in speed was stark.

Kwaaaah!

The shield created by the Korean supporters was pierced like a piece of paper.

And within it, the Sword King landed.

Right in front of where the players that the national team should have protected, the supporters, were.

Step by step.

The Sword King walked slowly.

[Stop him! Form a scrum!]

The warriors approached, ready to protect the supporters.

Whoosh!

[Argh...!]

With a single movement of his twin swords, everyone was sent flying.

A power beyond dimensions.

The Sword King was a monster.

As he made his way to the core of the Korean national team, he had not a single scratch on him except for the self-inflicted wounds.

At this rate, they would be overwhelmingly defeated.

The Korea-Japan match held on August 15th...

It was being ruthlessly trampled upon by someone who was once Korean.

-Crazy! What the hell is this Sword King!

-Why, why did he become stronger!

-This game is not working...

The screams of the people in the barbecue restaurant could be heard even inside the soundproof private room.

They knew it would be tough, but they didn't expect the game to turn out this brutal.

Despair settled over South Korea.

- Ah...! National team players. You must stay strong! Even if the Sword King is right in front of you, you cannot let the supporters die in vain!

- But... we can't stop him. He... has become stronger.

- Ugh...! If we lose in the first game, we will be helpless in the next game too! If we are dominated by one person, we won't be able to win on the Invade Map or any other map!

The commentators on TV shouted with a sense of regret, but the Sword King had already approached where the supporters were.

The game was practically over.

And the first target of the Sword King, supporter Lee Jin-wook...

He struggled like a bug being trampled upon, making meaningless resistance.

[Divine Punishment!]

A hammer of light was created in the air and fell towards the Sword King.

It was the supporter's attack magic, Divine Punishment.

It was a powerful skill for a supporter, but against a being like the Sword King, it was an attack that only dealt minimal damage, like a toy hammer.

People gave up.

Of course, that attack would be blocked, and he would be killed in an instant.

However, the result was completely different from what was expected.

[Huh...?]

[The Sword King... allowed the attack?]

The puzzled voice of the commentators echoed through the air.

Of course, because the hammer of light had struck the Sword King's head.

Boom!

A loud sound reverberated from the head of the Sword King, who had no equipment.

And there, even if only slightly, blood flowed.

In this game, it was the first significant damage inflicted by the Korean national team on the Sword King.

And the Sword King ran his hand through the blood flowing from his head.

And he laughed.

[Well done.]

Phew!

The Sword King drew out his twin swords and stabbed himself in the chest.

[No, what the hell...!]

[What the hell is going on!!!!]

"What, what is it!"

"Why did you suddenly commit suicide?!"

Rumble-!

The commentator, as well as the people inside the meat restaurant, expressed their bewildered confusion.

However.

Even in the midst of that chaos, Sung JiHan couldn't hear those sounds at all.

"No. How..."

His gaze moved away from the TV screen and fixed onto the phone Sung JiHan was holding.

More precisely, it was the result of his bet on Sung JiHan, predicting that Korea would win the first game.

'Although the Sword King committed suicide...'

The kill would be attributed to Lee JinWook.

The only damage he had inflicted on him in the Korean national team was the support's weak damage.

And since Lee JinWook eliminated Japan's strongest warrior in the system, it was obvious that he would receive the MVP even without watching the game until the end.

"How could he not get the MVP?"

In response to the obvious question, Sung JiHan replied nonchalantly.

"I saw it in a dream."

"T-That's ridiculous."

"My dreams are special, you know."

It's an absurd statement.

To say that he bet such a large sum of money based on a dream in such an unbelievable situation.

'Is there a special gift?'

Sung JiHan, who had not yet revealed his status window.

I wondered if he had a special ability.

But what could he do when the opponent was a dream?

There was no other way to find out.

"And in that special 'dream'... you also appear."

"I, I appear?"

"Yes. You become the world's greatest magician."

Masid's two eyes trembled.

Sung JiHan, who correctly predicted that ridiculous situation, confidently stated that he would become the world's greatest magician.

"Even if you didn't make a contract with me, you would have eventually found a way to become a magician."

"...."

"But if you make a contract with me, you can walk that path even faster. Isn't that right?"

"....Yes. You're right."

Masid nodded his head.

Once he found the path to move forward.

He would have somehow gathered and saved money to buy Arachne's Orb.

But it would have taken an incredibly long time.

If he received Sung JiHan's help, he could skip that hellish time by a tremendous amount.

'...And there.'

If Sung JiHan's astonishing predictive ability was added to that?

Masid could definitely make up his mind.

"Sung JiHan. I will make a contract with you."

"Excellent choice."

Diego Masid, who possessed the potential to become the world's greatest magician.

He, who had awakened his abilities more quickly and took his hand.

'The best outcome.'

Sung JiHan smiled with satisfaction.