The Divine Twilight’s Return

un their invasion, but his contribution this time was bigger, having ‘assisted Minerva and driven out the and Celestials’.

The belligerent warriors would never miss a good opportunity like this.
Moreover, many people in the ‘Owl’s Nest’ wanted to see how much stronger Chang-Sun had become with their own eyes.
Since Chang-Sun needed Minerva to get the ticket to the , he readily agreed to the sparring.
So far, he had fought in thirty-two matches and had a current standing of twenty-seven wins, five draws, and zero losses.
Chang-Sun had won almost every fight, putting the Atrytone warriors in great shock.

“Wait, wasn’t he from the planet called Earth?”

“That’s right.
Gates recently opened up in that civilization.”

“Despite being born there, he became this skilled in a matter of months? Did he find a good teacher or something?”

“Do you really think he can get that match record with just a good teacher?”

“Impossible.
No matter how great his teacher is, it’ll take a long time to master the teaching itself.”

“Then how is that possible…!”

The Atrytone warriors’ levels were currently in the range of 80 to 120.
Considering one gained divinity and started becoming a deity upon reaching level 100, it was safe to assume that Chang-Sun had already reached the level of a low-ranking deity, surpassing the level of demigods.

“What level is he at right now?”

“82 or 83.”

“… Maybe it’s because he’s in a No Guardian state? That doesn’t really make any sense either.”

What would Chang-Sun be like once he had reached level 100, was on the verge of achieving and Transcendence>, and had acquired his third class? Having trouble imagining it, the Atrytone warriors watched Chang-Sun’s sparring in confusion yet admiration.

「Well, he already beat me and is the heir of the ‘Destruction-Calling Fire Giant.’ Taking those facts into consideration, This is not strange at all.
Kekeke!」

Watching the warriors made Simon Magus pleased.
Although he ended up becoming a mask, he had no reason to hate the fact that his master was strong.

[The level of your Skill ‘Dust Devil’ has increased!]

[Your Skill ‘Dust Devil’ is currently level 6.]

‘Its level is steadily increasing.’ Chang-Sun smiled contentedly.

Even though the skill had only been created recently, it was leveling up quite quickly.
At first, Chang-Sun could only create a whirlwind, but he could now produce a small storm in his palm—no, if he wanted, he could even make [Dust Devil] take the form of a devil, which was the signature shape of the skill.

‘I knew I would regain something this time too, but I can’t believe I got this.’

Just like the description window of [Dust Devil], the skill originated from the authority that Chang-Sun had inherited from Ithaca.
With this skill, Chang-Sun could ensnare his enemies inside a sandstorm that seemed to have been created by a devil and attack his enemies with increased damage.
This skill didn’t just make Chang-Sun popular in Arcadia.
Rather, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the fundamentals of the fighting techniques of the ‘Divine Twilight’ were based on this skill as well.

That was why Chang-Sun mainly used [Dust Devil] while sparring.
Although he hadn’t been able to use it in so long, he quickly got used—no, he had upgraded it enough to think that he had diversified his fighting techniques.

‘Aside from everything else, I’ll have to regain [Storm Era] as soon as possible.
There is no telling when they’ll discover my real identity.
I better make all the possible preparations quickly.’

The wheel started rolling.
Just like Thanatos, Chang-Sun knew that the and Celestials wouldn’t watch him idly anymore.
He had to acquire enough power to prevent the Celestials from doing anything to him when they attacked him.

After making the sandstorm around his fingers disappear, Chang-Sun pulled out the [Jin Can Axe] instead of the Nameless Spear.
To train as much as possible before Minerva arrived, Chang-Sun was about to shout ‘Next,’ but…

『This is…!』

The voice of the ‘Wind-Hating Daughter’ Armand suddenly echoed in Chang-Sun’s head, making him stop.

“…?”

“…?”

“…?”

The warriors waiting for their turn all looked at Chang-Sun, who focused on the voice inside his head.
Armand continued.

『Were you… really Mother’s heir?』

Up until now, Armand had been silently staying inside his unconsciousness, just like when she had gotten absorbed by him.
She had thought that she just wanted to melt away like this because she had been in grave shock after finding out that Mireille, her dear apostle, had been killed by Czestochowa.

However, she suddenly detected someone using [Dust Devil], which was the skill of Ithaca, her mother whom she hated for a very long time.
Hence, it naturally caught Armand’s attention.
Unable to hold back her curiosity, she resurfaced again, remembering what Chang-Sun had told her long ago.

“What would you do if someone separated you and your sisters from each other by force?”

Her sisters were the beings that Armand’s mother had made with her .
Although she couldn’t even remember her sisters’ voices anymore, she could still remember their warm hugs.
Armand had forgotten about it until now due to dejection, but it seemed she couldn’t stay that way anymore.

‘You ponder for a really long time.
Have you come to a decision?’ Chang-Sun asked.

Detecting Armand’s anguish, Chang-Sun tried to lead her to the conclusion he wanted her to reach.
Armand was Ithaca’s , which Heoju deeply desired.
Even though Chang-Sun had already gained the power of the [Fifth Cryptical Book of Hsan], he would be able to do a lot more with her help in his attempt to rebuild his divine class.
[Dust Devil] was about controlling the wind, while the attribute of Armand’s power was Eon Wind.
With the combination of those two skills, he could create many more exceptional techniques.

『The ones that killed Mireille… The ones that tried to exploit me… Do they all belong to the same side?』

‘Yes, they’re the Celestials, and I’m hunting them down right now.’

『Then I’ll cooperate.
What do I have to do?』

Chang-Sun thought he had just acquired another fine weapon.
He smiled.
‘Let’s practice fighting together first.’

『… Fine.』

Pzzz!

The moment Chang-Sun picked up the [Jin Can Axe], a gust of wind twirled around him, a petite elemental spirit flying at the end of the gust.
The wind elemental spirit was a girl in a skirt and with braided hair.
Judging from her sullen face, it seemed Armand used her power to create an avatar of herself.
All Chang-Sun could do was look at her.

『What’s wrong?』the elemental spirit, Armand’s avatar, frowned and asked.

Chang-Sun just shook his head.
“… Nothing.”

He could never say he saw Ithaca in the elemental spirit.
His heart still ached.

‘I thought I forgot about her to some level now… I guess I haven’t.
Not yet.’

Regaining his composure, Chang-Sun shouted, “Next!”

At that moment…

[The Celestial ‘War-Loving Fighting Deity’ is looking at you with keen interest!]

“You’re the famous Lee Chang-Sun.”

A deep voice echoed as a thick shadow was cast over Chang-Sun.
When he turned his head in its direction, his eyes widened a little.
From a warrior that wore leather armor and that had four swords of different sizes hung on his waist, Chang-Sun could feel a powerful desire to fight him.
Although the warrior resembled Minerva, he was a little different.
While Minerva resembled a dormant volcano, the warrior was like a volcano that had already erupted.

Thanks to him, Chang-Sun could calm his heart, which had become restless because of his memories of Ithaca.
The warrior looked worthy of his title as a fighting deity.

Mars, the rabid dog and the best warrior of , had appeared.