Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: EP.18 – Man-Eater Ghost vs. Man-Eater Ghost? (5)
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Piercing Sun Spear Sect.
In martial arts novels, it popped up like a regular side dish, one of the Nine Great Sects specializing in swift spear techniques focused on piercing.
And for Lee Han, who had once stood guard duty and devoured those novels day and night, it was a name that stuck in his memory.
Why did it stick?
- Shooting the sun, piercing it... Man, even if it's fiction, it's cool.
Sun-Shooting Sword Technique, vowing to strike the sun; Sun-Falling Blade Technique, vowing to bring down the sun; Piercing Sun Spear Technique, vowing to run the sun through.
The names of the techniques lingered vividly in his mind.
But that was all—mere memory. As he read more about the Piercing Sun Spear Sect, disappointment often followed.
- How do you bring down the sun just by swinging fast?
He had felt let down watching those sword masters obsessed with quick-draw slashes, desperately trying to slice people apart.
If that's all, they should've called it Human-Shooting Sword Technique instead of Sun-Shooting.
- If they're gonna cling to their identity, they should at least pretend to hurl a spear at the sky. All flash, no substance.
Easy to say, but how could a human body reach the sun?
Even a destructive club like a missile barely reaches the stratosphere.
So maybe that's why they just sliced people—the names didn't match reality.
Back then, Lee Han had mocked himself for his sleepy delusions.
But now.
'Who'd have thought I'd actually try it.'
The moment imagination turns to action, it's no longer just imagination.
Right now, Lee Han aimed to recreate Piercing Sun Spear.
In the most brute-force way imaginable.
"Grrrgh!"
"Put a little more effort into it, slave."
"I-I'm not a slave!"
"Then do better if you don't want the title."
"Aaaargh!!"
The mage screamed like he was being murdered.
Odwal Bernard,
the magic faculty professor, levitated a tree into the air.
600kg mass floating midair—an absurd, utterly unrealistic sight.
It showed why a lone mage could be a terror on the battlefield.
But even the strongest telekinesis has limits.
Mana isn't infinite, and holding up that weight demanded total focus.
Lee Han ignored the man's ordeal and asked,
"You minimized air resistance, right?"
"I-I applied the spells! Three enchants, even!"
"Only three?"
"!!?"
"Useless fool."
"Y-You! How am I supposed to do five or more in just ten days?!"
Lee Han's demands had been extensive.
Object durability enhancement, air resistance reduction, penetration boost, fire magic addition—the works.
Practically ordering him to whip up a doomsday weapon overnight.
Any kingdom mage would balk at that.
Enchant slots on objects are finite, after all.
So Odwal managing three in ten days was impressive—his suffering indescribable.
Evidence: age spots blooming on his already wrinkled face.
He looked nothing like a man in his twenties.
But.
"Well, if that's your best, no helping it. Useless slave."
Lee Han didn't care about the spellcaster's woes.
"!?!!"
"Shut up, or I'll smash you first if you break my focus."
"Eek…!"
Ignoring the useless spellcaster's outburst, he zeroed in on one target.
'Make do with what I've got.'
Lee Han didn't pine for the impossible like a fool.
He maximized what was available.
A tree trunk projectile.
Stuffed with massive amounts of gunpowder pried from the princess.
Focused solely on the makeshift ballista.
In truth, no launchpad in the kingdom could hurl something that massive skyward—success was a gamble.
But Lee Han believed.
In his 'sturdy body.'
Now, he would become the giant mallet striking the projectile.
Even he, confident in all things, couldn't dream of batting something so heavy without shattering it.
Smash it? Sure. Launch it intact? Impossible.
But now, possible.
Coated in telekinesis, it wasn't entirely out of reach.
'Push it through!'
Pushing strike.
Not smashing—merely shoving the object away.
Usually a palm strike, but Lee Han used his leg.
Leg strength: five times arm power and destruction.
Plus full-body weight shift—testing the limits of 경.
Crack!
A sound like his leg might explode—but ignore it.
Whoosh!
Compressed power at the tip, centrifugal force, superhuman instinct aiding the kick.
Boom-!!
It unleashed force to shove the massive projectile.
Of course.
Splatter!
His right leg burst open.
Such a sacrifice was inevitable for launching that beast.
One leg soaked in blood, Lee Han grinned through the flash of pain.
Not because he enjoyed it.
Whoosh!
"Flying nicely."
Instinct told him: perfect result.
Whoosh-!
The ballista soared like a javelin.
The enchanted log spear reached the thunderclouds intact, and finally.
Thud!!
Crunch!
Perfectly pierced the giant's wrist center.
His spear.
"Boom."
Kaboom!!
It detonated right on cue with Lee Han's cheeky taunt.
The spear, infused with his full power, was a massive bomb in itself.
Plus.
Roar!
The gunpowder inside ignited, scorching the giant's hand.
Piercing Sun Spear.
Lee Han's unique twist: monster pierced instead of sun.
"Wh-what the…."
"...Heavens."
On the ground, witnesses watched speechless.
Legends of giants and demons.
Knight Kings and Lion Kings said to bisect them in one blow.
But legends were just stories—no one believed them real.
Yet now….
'Were those legends true?'
Giant-slaying.
It felt like those tales weren't fiction, but based on real events—everyone stood stunned.
And they focused.
On the knight embodying giant-slaying legend.
Stood firm in the coliseum center.
The knight….
"Hm, Bear-boy."
"Y-yes!?"
"Help evacuate people now. The teaching assistant's probably handling it, but he'll need backup. Mobilize every sword faculty kid—get everyone out, got it?"
"P-pardon?"
"Tch, guess this isn't enough."
"??"
...His bitterness was clear, and Levi Polt blinked in confusion.
Slap.
"See."
"…Ah."
Instead of explaining, he pointed skyward—better seen than said. Levi Polt understood the evacuation order.
Squirm… squirm…!
Unbelievable: the giant's arm regenerated amid the flames.
And moreover.
Still 'summoning.'
…Horribly so.
"Evacuate! Move, you commoner scum—don't just stand there!!"
Damian Pollet, steeped in noble supremacy, hustled despite his harsh words—saving lives as slave assistant.
Sweat pouring, he herded people out, even carrying pregnant women and elders when they faltered.
His body screamed, but he gritted his teeth.
Leave them now, and casualties would skyrocket.
He thought,
'It really happened like he said!'
The instructor's words, once seeming mad, proved true.
Damian recalled ten days prior.
Suddenly dragging him and Professor Odwal, issuing orders.
- On evaluation day’s end, a beast appears somewhere. Prepare to give your all aiding me.
- …Did you take drugs?
- Crazy bastard.
Honestly, they thought it nonsense then.
He spouted nonsense often—probably tormenting them.
Damian had mocked,
- Then tell the dean or palace? Beast incoming.
- Already reported. They said quit barking and scram.
- …You did.
The instructor was crazier than thought.
Reported already.
That level of madness earned 'real deal' status.
But.
- Asked an acquaintance for aura users, but all unavailable. Baltar Grace guards the king—can't leave.
- ….
Aura user.
Mentioning superhumans killed denial.
Instructor was dead serious, eyes gleaming with conviction about the beast.
- So we block it.
- W-we?
- Why me…?
Damian and Odwal asked.
Others abound—why us?
Instructor replied,
- Your lives are mine anyway. So I can use them as I please.
...A statement questioning his humanity, treating them like criminal slaves. They nearly burst with rage.
- N-no! Why us—or you, instructor?! Since when are you some hero?!
Damian yelled, bracing for a beating.
The instructor he knew wasn't heroic—just a personality wreck.
Why this self-sacrifice?
It didn't suit him!
Bracing, eyes shut—but.
- Gotta save the kids.
- …Pardon?
Instead of anger, irritated grumbling.
- Brass won't believe without proof. No help coming. Might not just be our kids—visiting families too could die….
- ….
- Yeah, maybe just possibility. Maybe I'm nuts, over-worrying. But if it happens? Who's accountable? Who saves them?
- ….
- Right, no one. Fuck…! Nobody helps at a loss. So I move.
- …Why.
Damian's question held much.
Why fight delusions alone?
He was curious; instructor answered without hesitation.
- Don't wanna see lives as numbers like those justification-spouting brass. Why else!
- ….
...Damian was overwhelmed.
No eloquence, logic, or justification—just brutally honest words.
Yet why?
Did his chest burn at that rant?
And Damian….
- …What do I do?
Asked, and the instructor, for the first time,
- Damian Pollet, one task: save as many as you can. Spellcaster and I fight.
- B-but why me….
- Shut it, spell slave!
- ….
Used his name.
"-Run, damn it!!"
But reality hit—lips numb.
Still,
'Damn, he used my name!'
Damian didn't know why he pushed so hard.
Just something the instructor instilled—not knighthood.
Alien yet right conviction, driving him past death's fear.
This belief, unlike knighthood to Damian, would be alien to this world.
Forcibly instilled by Lee Han.
Not relying on others, excuses, or justification—just following the heart. No gain,
but heart pounds, life feels proud…!
Watching,
"Move! Like your feet are on fire!"
It was called xia yi.