Chapter 200
Chapter 200
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 200
Chapter Title: The Supreme One Has Returned
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What could they possibly be curious about?
Out of nowhere, comparing it to something demonic...
Unable to grasp the intent behind the question, the God of War fell silent for a moment.
'What scheme are you cooking up, Charlie?'
Was he trying to tie Yong-un to collusion with demons and pin the blame on him?
He shook his head at the thought, seeing how nonchalantly they treated Demon Cry.
He couldn't fathom what they wanted to know at all.
Just then, Ignito stepped in to help the God of War respond.
"Oh, just so you don't get the wrong idea—this wasn't something Charlie asked for. We're doing this on our own accord."
Ignito's words were hard to trust.
So he glanced at Spellro.
A nod.
The old man's silent nod finally convinced the God of War.
'It's real.'
Charlie wasn't involved in this.
'But why?'
This only deepened his curiosity about their intentions.
Similar to demons?
The God of War shook his head.
"It wasn't similar to demons at all."
He had slain countless demons.
Their eyes met at the conviction in the God of War's words—Ignito and Spellro exchanged glances.
And their conclusion:
"The God of War might not know. Isn't that right, old man?"
"That's the assumption we started with. If even he couldn't tell, then it's certain."
Ignito and Spellro spoke at once.
"It's a Royal Class. The seventh Royal Class has been born."
At Spellro's words, not only the God of War but White furrowed his brow as well.
How could "not similar to demons" lead to "Royal Class"? It made no sense.
Yet Ignito and Spellro, who held Royal Class status themselves, seemed to know something the others didn't. They nodded and put some distance between themselves and the God of War.
"Sorry about that. It was too important, so we had no choice."
Ignito's face returned to its usual playful grin as he spoke.
"Get some rest."
And with that, he headed for the door.
At that moment, the God of War called out to the two Royal Classes.
"Wait!"
Ignito and Spellro, about to leave, turned to look at him.
"What?"
"I know you and Spellro fought Yong-un just recently. So why ask me something like this?"
"Oh, simple."
Ignito shrugged.
"The Yong-un we faced was already a fully realized Royal Class. We figured the one you saw first was still in an unstable state."
"I have no idea what that means."
"Don't bother understanding. You never will in your lifetime. We just asked to be sure, so don't take it to heart."
"But..."
As the God of War pressed further, Spellro raised a finger to his lips.
"Shh. Rest now."
He couldn't ignore Spellro, even if he might brush off Ignito.
The God of War clamped his mouth shut, and Ignito and Spellro left the room without another word.
"W-Wait, I'm coming too!"
White hurried after them.
Once outside the God of War's room, White saw the two Royal Classes standing there and clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Wh-What the..."
The two said nothing.
But as a Mind Listener, White inadvertently caught a faint glimpse of their thoughts.
"Oh, old man? I think I messed up. Forgot he's a Mind Listener."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Spellro shook his head.
And the two Royal Classes glared at White in unison.
White, mouth still covered, paled in shock.
Ignito approached him, flames flaring up as he spoke.
"Keep what you just heard in my head a secret to the grave. Or else..."
Whoosh.
"I'll make you wish for death from the pain."
Nod, nod, nod.
White nodded frantically, legs giving out as he collapsed to the floor.
"Let's go."
Spellro turned and walked away without a second glance.
"You're lucky. If you weren't a Mind Listener, you'd be dead right here. So remember that. Rest up~"
Ignito followed after leaving his final warning.
Left slumped in front of the door, White dropped his trembling hand and broke out in sweat.
What on earth had he heard?
And what secret did the Royal Classes hold that they were willing to kill even a valuable GHO asset like a Mind Listener?
Leaving behind countless unspoken secrets for the God of War and White, the two Royal Classes vanished from sight.
In the vice-director's office at GHO's U.S. headquarters.
Ignito, Spellro, and Charlie sat on the sofas, talking.
Charlie, who had arranged the meeting, explained why he'd called them as soon as they arrived.
"Are you really planning to help that guy Yong-un become a Royal Class?"
The only one Charlie showed respect to here was Spellro.
Spellro, arms crossed as always, nodded.
"Help or not, he's going to become one anyway. Better to win him as an ally than make an enemy."
"If that's the case..."
Charlie placed a tablet PC on the table.
The program, related to requests, showed a surge in submissions from Daisy, the branch chief of GHO's Korea division.
"I'll help too."
The pending requests from Branch Chief Daisy began getting approved one by one.
Charlie's power, settling everything with a word.
Spellro stared at him for a long time.
It wasn't without reason that the director recognized Vice Director Charlie.
He'd even anticipated that Daisy, aligned with GHO, would honor Yong-un's request.
And acted on it the moment the calculation was done.
Spellro averted his gaze from Charlie and headed out.
"What? Then why'd you call me? Ugh."
Ignito stood to follow Spellro out.
Charlie spoke quietly.
"But are you so sure, Spellro, that even if Yong-un becomes a Royal Class, we can bring him into the fold as an ally?"
Spellro halted abruptly.
Without turning, he replied.
"No choice. He's a Royal Class."
Step. Step.
With that, Spellro and Ignito walked out.
Charlie straightened his tongue and looked up at the ceiling.
"A Royal Class, huh..."
He let out a sly chuckle.
"You think I won't know if you don't tell me?"
An uncharacteristic sinister smile filled the vice-director's office.
The sun that had brightly illuminated the world set.
The moon rose, casting a faint light into the darkness.
That evening, pushing away the day.
From within Ignito's shadow, Muhee and Yong-un emerged.
"Huh?"
Ignito greeted the suddenly appearing Yong-un and Muhee with a baffled look.
Muhee, thinking a fight was imminent, drew her demonic energy and short dagger.
She blocked Yong-un's path, but he said,
"It's fine."
"But..."
Yong-un gently pushed Muhee aside and walked toward Ignito.
Ignito chuckled and pointed at Muhee with his finger.
"Your subordinates don't know, do they? Hey, pretty girl. We're not fighting anymore. We've formed a friendly alliance."
Once Muhee grasped the situation, she quickly sheathed her dagger.
She judged that showing hostility in a friendly relationship could reignite old dangers.
But she didn't fully drop her guard.
The dagger was gone, but her demonic energy still dominated the surrounding shadows.
"Whew~ Is it you who's impressive, or that pretty girl?"
Ignito marveled at the extraordinary way she wielded demonic energy and its power.
"Best skill I've seen lately."
As Ignito admired Muhee, Yong-un stepped right in front of him.
Yong-un, who hadn't answered a single question before, looked at Ignito and asked,
"I came to ask you something I'm curious about."
"Knew you'd show up."
Yong-un's eyebrow twitched.
"You knew I'd come?"
"This is GHO. The World Hunter Organization. Charlie's already got you all figured out—what you're doing, your goals."
Charlie—the vice director, no doubt.
"Made a deal with the branch chief of GHO Korea, right?"
"......"
"I'm asking because I already know. If you keep hiding things, my answers might end up full of secrets too."
At Ignito's bold demeanor, Yong-un silently drew the Demon-Slaying Sword slightly from his waist.
Shing.
The violet blade slid from its sheath with a clear ring.
Bathed in the purple glow from the blade, Ignito raised both arms in a playful gesture.
"Just talking. We're allies now—no secrets. Calm down."
Click.
The Demon-Slaying Sword returned to its sheath.
Ignito chuckled.
"So, what's on your mind? Not how to become a Royal Class, I hope."
"Exactly that. How did you become a Royal Class?"
"Whew~ Had a hunch, but damn, you really went there?"
Whoosh.
Ignito's body erupted in flames, and he instantly teleported to a sofa far across the room.
Only then did the expansive house come into view.
Lounging back on the sofa, arms spread wide, Ignito grinned smugly.
"Pretty sweet, huh?"
"Answer me."
"Fine, fine. Let's have a beer first. This'll take a while."
Ignito snapped his fingers, flames bursting from his hand to reveal a chilled beer emanating cool mist.
'Flames... producing a cold beer...?'
Even from the skills used so far, the versatility was endless, and the mana density was incredibly solid.
But this defied common sense entirely.
Muhee stared at Ignito in unconscious surprise.
'That's... a Royal Class?'
Unlike the stunned Muhee,
Yong-un strode confidently to the seat opposite Ignito, unfazed.
"You there, pretty girl? Don't be scared—come sit. With this guy here, I can't touch you anyway."
"P-Pardon...?"
"Not with Spellro old man around, and just me alone? Can't handle him solo."
Muhee looked to Yong-un.
"Supreme One?"
She'd long known Yong-un was strong.
She'd grown beyond compare to her days as the Night Slaughter Society's top sorceress.
Yet Yong-un's power was as vast and unknowable as the heavens.
She knew he was strong, but she never imagined...
'A Royal Class admitting he can't win outright.'
Emotions filled Muhee's eyes as she gazed at the Supreme One.
The look she'd sent him many times before.
Ignito read it and burst into roaring laughter.
"Puhahaha! Of course! Natural to be drawn to the strong! Picked a good man."
"A-Ahem..."
Muhee's face flushed at Ignito's words, and she vanished using Shadow Fusion Kill on the spot.
Her embarrassed retreat only made Ignito laugh harder.
"Hahahahaha!"
"Just tell me about becoming a Royal Class. I have other places to be."
Ignito, wiping tears from his eyes, nodded.
"Got it, hahaha."
Hiss. Pop!
He cracked open the beer and began slowly.
"Before I explain becoming a Royal Class, I should start with how I became a Hunter, right? See, I..."
Ignito and Spellro had decided to help Yong-un.
So Ignito began recounting his Hunter life—everything up to ascending to Royal Class status—things he'd never told anyone.
Light of Fire.
The light of flames, the fourth king.
Ignito's tale from that time echoed softly into the dark night.