Chapter 84
Chapter 84
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: I'll Melt the Holy Sword and Turn It Into an Anal Plug!!!!
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The tension of the exam hung thick in the air like sea fog.
Today was the day for Ark's freshmen to undergo their practical evaluation.
Kim Taeyang led about thirty students into the arena.
At the end of the passage, Seol Ha-jeong was waiting.
"Taeyang, all prepared?"
"Hah? Why bother prepping for a boring-ass fight that's obviously gonna be a snooze?"
The TA evaluating Kim Taeyang's class was Seol Ha-jeong.
Her face brimmed with vitality, just like always.
"Hehe. You sure about that? I feel even stronger than before."
A translucent constellation shrouded in a blanket-like form appeared behind Seol Ha-jeong.
It was the ghost knight Plancherel.
"Kekeke. This bitch instinctively sniffing out ways to lose is hilarious as fuck."
"Huh? What'd you say?"
"Ahh—nothing. Already lining up a new constellation on the fly? As expected of the chairwoman sow's quick thinking."
"...?"
Seol Ha-jeong tilted her head.
'No way this guy's praising me...?'
But she decided not to dwell on it.
Kim Taeyang was the type whose taunts were always on autopilot anyway.
"Harin, go easy on her."
"... ."
Seol Harin ignored her sister's words.
She didn't even spare her a glance.
Her resolve seemed ironclad.
"Then, good luck to you all."
With a simple greeting, Seol Ha-jeong stepped into the arena first.
The arena was a coliseum-style sparring ground.
Numerous students and professors had gathered to observe the freshmen’s skills.
"It's Kim Taeyang's class!"
"Heard he already has three constellations?"
"Rumor says four. Maybe even more."
"No way..."
"Seol Harin and Kang Ju-hyuk are super rookies too, but they're getting overshadowed by Kim Taeyang..."
The undisputed star was Kim Taeyang.
He was infamous at Ark as the thug and owner of a human ranch.
On the flip side, he was drawing massive attention as a supernova.
"You see Kim Taeyang saving the Samgeon Group chairman?"
"He passed through a barrier even S-rank heroes couldn't breach."
"Took down that crocodile too. Villain who had major guilds tearing their hair out."
Kim Taeyang's fame had long outgrown Ark.
Guilds were lining up to sponsor him, and a truckload of others wanted contact.
Ark was blocking them at his request.
"Still, he can't beat the student council president, right?"
"You call that a question?"
Even so, Seol Ha-jeong's position was unassailable.
Kim Taeyang was a supernova, plain and simple.
It'd been less than half a year since he'd burst onto the scene.
Compared to that, the towering monument Seol Ha-jeong had built was unmatched by any Ark graduate in history.
The unprecedented ultra-elite perfect SSS-grade beauty rookie!
That was Seol Ha-jeong's standing.
"As expected of Seol Ha-jeong...!"
"Her swordsmanship is insane!"
"Not even summoning undead?"
"Means they ain't worth it!"
Seol Ha-jeong swiftly downed the freshmen.
Her only weapon: a single sword.
A blade infused with the 9-star Plancherel's stigma.
"Who's next?"
"Seol Harin...!"
Seol Harin and Seol Ha-jeong.
The silver-haired sisters faced off in the arena.
"Finally my turn, huh? Wonder how you'll try to drag me down this time?"
"Apologize while you still can."
"Apologize for what? I didn't do anything wrong."
"...If you won't, I'll make you."
Paaaaaaa—!
Their sword auras formed domains.
The ominous pressure prompted sword instructor and vice head Shin Hye-won to intervene.
"Even with mana barriers, swinging live blades is dangerous. Remember this is just a spar."
The two women nodded.
Shin Hye-won stepped back, and the duel began.
The younger sister struck first.
A lightning-fast thrust.
The flawless strike shot out without a tremor—only to be deflected by perfect timing defense.
Seol Ha-jeong's counter followed.
Her heel scraped the dirt in a semicircle, sweeping low.
The attack missed, but dust clouded vision.
Seol Harin focused to keep her sister's silhouette in sight.
"Where you looking?"
"!"
Seol Ha-jeong was already behind her.
Whoosh!
Harin spun and slashed—cleaving empty air.
Seol Ha-jeong dodged with agile backflips.
"Thought you had some killer move prepped? Just betting I'd win 'cause you lost your constellation?"
Constellations empowered heroes just by existing.
Chosen heroes gained physical boosts based on the constellation's traits and rank.
Obviously, constellation-less Seol Harin was at a disadvantage.
"You're the one getting too hyped, sis. Just 'cause you're a sow doesn't mean you can't get constellation help forever."
Bam!
From the stands, dog-shaped Pomi lunged in.
Instantly, Seol Harin's sword froze over, radiating chill.
"My owner's merciful...!"
"?!"
Clang-clang-clang—!
Swords clashed relentlessly.
Ice shards flew, slicing Seol Ha-jeong's skin.
Pomi had temporarily become Seol Harin's contracted constellation.
Their bond wasn't deep enough for humanoid form.
But lending her stigma alone was a huge boost.
"Urgh...!"
Seol Ha-jeong started getting pushed back.
Kim Taeyang lending a constellation was predictable.
But Seol Harin's skill had leaped far beyond expectations.
Crack──────—!
'What the hell's with this power?'
The absurdity was her raw strength.
Every blocked downward strike sent her spine buzzing.
Seol Harin was now legitimately a muscle freak.
Too much for Seol Ha-jeong, who skipped strength training.
'Can't go head-on. Gotta buy time!'
Seol Ha-jeong knew her sister's weakness.
Stamina.
A chronic issue pointed out since childhood.
Drain it, and victory was hers.
"Apologize."
"Ugh...!"
"Apologize for tormenting me!"
"I didn't do... anything...!"
Dodging while fleeing.
Through Seol Ha-jeong's fluttering silver locks, she clearly saw it.
A gem-like teardrop clinging to her eye before scattering.
'She's crying...?'
Seol Harin closed in without mercy.
Long-pent-up resentment erupted in fierce motion.
Clang—!
The swords clashed, vibrating.
"Ugh!"
Seol Harin overpowered and pressed.
"Every night, I wondered why you torment me, why you steal everything from me."
Her little sister's childhood overlapped in her mind.
The adorable sibling smiling brightly at her.
Where did our relationship go wrong?
Seol Ha-jeong had never pondered deeply.
She just firmly believed the problem was her sister.
Not Seol Harin.
"Must've been burdensome, always in the spotlight, everyone's expectations on you. Everyone watching you wasn't an exaggeration...!"
Seol Ha-jeong had been under scrutiny since childhood.
Endless media coverage.
A cute kindergarten kid summoning and handling undead fluently? Front-page material.
"At first, I thought you were scared. Afraid I'd steal attention if I got better than you."
Seol Ha-jeong did love the attention.
Loved being a chaebol daughter.
Being a chosen Awakener, contracted to Charon as a constellation—all great.
"But that didn't seem right."
Craving attention was human instinct.
So was wanting freedom from prying eyes.
Seol Ha-jeong's life skewed toward one instinct.
"Even if I surpassed you, it'd only be in one or two things. Nothing to bruise your ego. The world's eyes shifting a bit to me would've eased your mind."
True enough.
Seol Ha-jeong wasn't petty enough to get offended over losing in a couple fields.
She wasn't that narrow-minded.
The constant attention did feel excessive sometimes.
She'd fantasize about vanishing somewhere anonymous.
Yet she stole everything from her sister.
Endured the world's expectations.
"You just needed a punching bag, huh?"
It was her 'outlet' for stress relief.
"Harin, you're misunderstanding. I never...?!"
Thwack!
A kick slammed into her gut.
Seol Ha-jeong tumbled back across the dirt.
The sword tip glinted in sunlight.
Dazzling light mirroring her sins.
"Just admit it once. Say you're sorry, and I might forgive you."
"... ."
She felt it instinctively.
Her own defeat.
'I'm... losing...?'
Fear of defeat lent her sister's words power.
"Apologize."
"S-sor... ."
"Louder."
"S-so-sor... You crazy...? Trying to kill your sister?"
She read it from Seol Harin's stance.
The technique: Four Gods Unification.
Imprinting the Four Gods' power into the sword for maximum output.
Unlike Heavenly Martial Four Gods Legs, it harmonized their forces, doubling might—an ultimate skill.
More than enough to shred mana barriers and take a life.
"If you won't."
Mysterious runes etched and glowed on Seol Harin's sword.
Sword aura converged, vibrating precariously like a bomb.
"This ends it."
"!"
Paaaaaaaang──────────────—!!!!
Seol Harin's one-shot killer strike hurtled forth ferociously.
"Stop!"
Observing Shin Hye-won rushed in.
She'd sensed the emotional surge.
Reacted fast, but an unexpected variable hit.
Crack...!
Skeleton soldiers burst from the dirt.
Blocking Shin Hye-won's path.
'Gonna miss...!'
Clatter—!
No time to trace their origin.
Just panic at the thought of Seol Ha-jeong dying or gravely injured.
'What the...?'
But Seol Harin's charge halted.
Myriad skeleton soldiers clung to her body.
'Undead?'
Skeletons alone couldn't stop Four Gods Unification.
The one who blocked the killing blade was elsewhere.
"You're worlds apart from Hell."
A corpse-like girl barred the sword tip.
With one index finger.
"You're... ."
"Schoolia van Bludos. Here at my contractor's call."
Her identity: the hell dragon.
Schoolia.
*
Emotional or not, who charges in ready to kill...?
That was close to a disaster.
Anyway, Schoolia's tougher than I thought.
Blocking Harin's full-power ultimate with one finger.
The crowd buzzed at the unbelievable sight.
"Undead...!"
"Student council president's going all out!"
"What's that humanoid undead? How's it blocking a sword with a finger...?"
Everyone mistaking the undead for Seol Ha-jeong's summons.
I strode into the arena and waved at Schoolia.
"Hey, rotten sow! Not bad, huh?!"
"Rotten's accurate, but call me a proper dragon at least... ."
No need to force a winner here.
It's just a spar.
"Sow, head in now."
"...Sorry. Got carried away."
She'd calmed down, obediently following my words.
Maybe facing her sister was too much now anyway.
Either way.
I'll be the one crumbling Seol Ha-jeong.
💔 NTR SOLUTION 💔 ◆ Seol Ha-jeong [Affiliated Constellation: Plancherel] [Relationship with Affiliated Constellation: 0] [Traits: Perfectionist, Aristocrat, Bullheaded, Indomitable Will, Twisted Affection, Declining Self-Esteem] ◆ Solution
+ Currently in temporary contract with her constellation. + Plancherel covets your body, making her ripe for the taking! + Win her over through the broken holy sword! + New trait 'Declining Self-Esteem' granted to Seol Ha-jeong! + Consecutive losses have cracked her mentality! + Steal her last hope, Plancherel, and crush her! + Despair will erase her 'Twisted Affection' trait! In short.
Seol Ha-jeong's at rock bottom right now.
One final blow, and she'll admit everything, bow her head as my defeated sow.
Seol Ha-jeong brushed off her clothes and glared at me.
"Toppling me with my own summon, huh...? Some cheeky plan."
"Hah? Quit yapping nonsense, chairwoman sow."
"?"
I snapped my fingers, sending the summons back to hell.
Now, only me, Seol Ha-jeong, and Plancherel remained in the arena.
"Don't need my constellations' help against a sow like you."
"...What bluff is this?"
Straight up.
I won't borrow constellation power.
"Kekeke. You'll see once we fight. Come at me...!"
Shing—
I gripped the broken holy sword.
Spread both arms wide.
Not a battle stance.
An offering stance.
"What's Kim Taeyang doing?"
"Doesn't even look like he plans to fight?"
"Aura alone gonna take her down?!"
The watching students chattered.
Seol Ha-jeong tilted her head too.
But charged soon after.
Figured no traps, or she could handle any.
"Your half-assed attitude always pissed me off...!"
The fight'll end quick.
Or can you even call it a fight?
"Hngh—!"
I flexed every muscle.
My bulging muscles shredded the school shirt.
Bang—!!
"Shirt rip...!!"
Kids gasped as my perfect torso emerged.
For a split second.
I saw it.
Plancherel's eyes wavering.
Whoosh—!
"...?!"
Seol Ha-jeong's sword hilariously missed.
I hadn't moved a step, yet she couldn't stab me.
"Lady Plancherel? What the hell?"
Plancherel had interfered.
"Kekeke. Yo virgin ghost. This body's that irresistible, huh? Huh?"
"Ugh... damn it!"
What Plancherel wanted was the holy sword.
More precisely, 'sword-soul unification' through it.
She was bodiless.
And from the last unification.
'She's addicted to my body shape...!'
Plancherel was desperate to merge with me again.
Put simply, I'm the world's only luxury bag.
Plancherel's a tycoon dying to buy the Kim Taeyang bag.
So she gonna let it get scratched?
"Hey! If you want this body so bad, come to me now!!"
"C-can't... still under contract... ."
"Hah?!! Don't come now, and I swear I'll never let you have it?!! Huh?!!!"
"Th-that...!?"
"Gonna ditch the holy sword too!!!! Melt this worthless broken antique into an anal plug!!!!"
"Kyaak! Take that back right now!!!!"
Constellation contract artifacts aren't absolute.
Just bear the penalty for breaking it.
"Fulfill the contract! It's your duty as an honorable constellation!"
"Hah. Honor my ass—that sword's basically my body...!"
"P-Plancherel...?"
"Sorry... ."
Fsssh...
The stigma in Seol Ha-jeong's sword faded.
Plancherel fluttered over like she couldn't resist.
Her face melting—she'd missed this body and sword bad.
"Sword-soul unification... right now, yeah...?"
"A man keeps his word."
Whoooosh...!
Plancherel absorbed into the sword.
I felt her filling my body.
"Hiii...! This shape...! Can't ever forget iiiit...!! Just molding to my soul feels stronger...! The bessst...♡"
Plancherel and I became one.
Seol Ha-jeong lost another constellation to me.
Her turbulent eyes betrayed her psyche.
"Wh-why... ."
Why what?
You lined up every reason to lose?
"K-Kim Taeyang stole the president's constellation?!!!"
"He just steals every visible constellation?!!!!"
"Fucking psycho...!!!"
"Hid your constellations!!!!"
The match was over.
I approached right up to Seol Ha-jeong's face.
My unknowingly erect cock precisely poked her navel.
Squish—♡
"Hey! Kneel...!"
"...!"
The untouchable student council president's sow debut...!
My ascension to student council president...!
Ark's now a livestock breeding school...!!!