Chapter 283
The sun and the black sun coexisted.
Devouring each other, light and darkness intertwined, creating a solar eclipse that turned the world into a shade of gray.
Neither bright nor truly dark.
Was this what the mythic wars of gods and demons once looked like?
It was a scene so overwhelming, so majestic, that no one could look away.
Where in Eternal World could one witness something like this?
Even among single-rankers, such a scene was unheard of.
And now, it was unfolding in a mere level 220–250 zone—who could have ever imagined?
The commentary spirit was just as stunned.
[W-What is happening here!? T-Two suns!? TWO SUNS HAVE RISEN!?]
The spirit’s sentence barely made sense from how flustered they were.
But no one was in any position to correct them.
Everyone felt the same way.
—Holy sht holy sht holy sh*t
—What am I even looking at???
—Wait, THIS is a free livestream???
—Anyone not watching this... I feel sorry for them lol
—Are we even in a game anymore???
In the midst of this myth-like clash, the viewers watched in awed silence.
Seong now stood face-to-face with the Sword Saint.
And surrounding the Sword Saint were Seong’s loyal subordinates, closing in.
Exhausted in body, but their eyes still shone fiercely—burning with loyalty.
Seeing them, the Sword Saint gritted his teeth.
He had already used his full strength—twice.
He had believed once would be more than enough.
“Hah.”
Not only had they survived, they’d raised another sun to oppose him.
Disgusting.
That arrogant whelp, barely matured, now dared to challenge even a fragment of his true power.
And those loyal dogs who followed him without question?
Disgusting as well.
Overpalace. Those fanatics were no different.
What was it they believed in so blindly?
To cling to their master like «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» that?
The Sword Saint had never once received such devotion. As the sun, he could not comprehend it. And thus, it only repulsed him.
“...Truly revolting.”
Seong, unfazed, raised his sword.
The Sword Saint’s brow twitched at the sight.
To dare point a blade at him? The Overlord?
Pointing a sword at the Sword Saint?
Unforgivable.
Though most of his power had been exhausted by those two sunbursts...
That whelp had to be in the same condition.
Under equal circumstances—
“I have the upper hand.”
And so, clutching his sword tightly, the Sword Saint shouted:
“There can be no two suns.”
“There’s two right now, though.”
“......”
Stunned into silence by Seong’s natural MZ-level comeback, the Sword Saint tried to shake it off.
“I am the sun!”
And with that cry, he charged.
Once again, Drakanos met him head-on.
He too had spent all his energy, relying solely on swordsmanship now.
Seeing the aged demon knight stand against him, the Sword Saint frowned.
That old knight should’ve been crushed by his aura alone.
“...?”
Drakanos’s lips moved, whispering something under his breath.
The Sword Saint didn’t catch it, but it enraged him anyway.
“How dare you!!!”
His sun-hued blade came crashing down. Drakanos was pushed back by sheer force—
Yet he deflected the attack with poise.
His technique nearly equaled the Sword Saint’s.
The Sword Saint was baffled.
Then, the three disciples—Leonic, Valtar, and Silvanor—rushed in.
The Sword Saint swung his blade to intercept.
Even without energy, their swordsmanship was exceptional.
How could this be?
He knew these swordsmen had already forged their mental realms.
Though their levels were lower, their enlightenment was advanced.
The Sword Saint instinctively frowned.
Even so—none of them were a match for him.
He deflected all three and sent them flying.
To reduce their numbers, he lunged at Drakanos—
Only to be interrupted.
CHIIIIINNNNG—!!!
A massive metallic clang rang out.
Someone blocked him.
It shouldn’t have been possible. The three disciples hadn’t returned yet.
Then who—?
The Sword Saint’s eyes widened.
“!!!!!!”
ZZZZZZZZZHHHH!
CHIIIIIIING—!!!
Wearing a crown of black crystal, Seong had intercepted his sword.
The Overlord... blocked his blade.
With a sword.
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Unimaginable humiliation surged through the Sword Saint.
Even if he was using a lesser body—
Even if he had exhausted all power drawn from his true form—
To be physically blocked by that immature Overlord?!
An absolute disgrace.
Utterly revolting!
He spun, switching from high guard to a lower stance, and lunged with a piercing thrust.
But Seong—
Maintained his breath, sidestepped gracefully, and twisted his sword, diverting the thrust with a counter movement.
Halfway through the lunge, the Sword Saint rotated his hips and shoulders, sweeping horizontally like a sawblade.
Seong lowered his stance, twisting his own blade, and narrowly dodged it.
FWOOSH—!
The Sword Saint’s sword cut through empty air.
And in the next instant—
Seong rose from a crouch, delivering a diagonal upward slash.
The Sword Saint spun faster, using the rotation to parry, and widened the distance.
“......”
“Hoo...”
They had matched blades—and Seong had held his own.
The Sword Saint looked at him in disbelief.
He was the Overlord. Lord of all black magicians.
How could he be this skilled with a sword?
Instead of anger, jealousy began to bloom.
The Sword Saint had devoted his entire life to the sword.
How could this immature brat already reach such heights?
He could accept it from the likes of Drakanos or the other long-lived races.
But this... this Overlord?
He’d lived twice as long as Seong.
And he hadn’t even mastered swordsmanship at that age.
As jealousy overtook his thoughts—
The sun began to die.
What remained was cold, charred darkness—and a Sword Saint driven by bitter envy.
Just then, Barfur, Shivren, and Noirtein charged in to block his path.
BOOOOM—!!!
The Sword Saint, who had never allowed a hit—
Took one.
Barfur’s strike landed clean.
Distracted by envy, his guard had dropped.
He barely managed to block Shivren and Noirtein’s follow-ups—
But one still landed squarely.
The commentary spirit cried out.
[WHOA!!! A direct hit—finally!!!]
Technically they should remain neutral, but no one cared anymore.
Everyone—
—YESSSSSSS!!!
—Finally landed one!!!
—HELL YEAH!!!
No one watching wasn't rooting for Seong at this point.
And the Sword Saint, not giving a damn about the cheering, spat blood.
“Khak—ptoo.”
Barfur ranked among Seong’s most physically powerful subordinates. No wonder.
The Sword Saint wiped his mouth.
His energy was spent, but time remained.
That meant...
He could still kill them all.
He began to feel it—energy slowly returning.
The sun’s light, slowly leaking back from the black sun, began to trickle into him.
Just a little more—
And he could destroy them.
With that, he twirled his sword once more and danced his sword dance through the swarm of subordinates stalling for time.
Though exhausted, his blade still shone like sunlight—sharp, fast, and lethal.
Meanwhile, Seong was doing everything he could to recover his mana.
He had already used up all items and skills.
Now, only buffs and natural regeneration remained.
And while Seong recovered—
So did the Sword Saint.
If both returned to full strength...
Seong would lose.
He didn’t regret anything—but he wanted to win.
As that desire filled his heart—
Seong saw something.
‘...What is that?’
He’d seen it faintly before.
Now it was clear.
Gam’s soul was half-separate from his body.
And within it—like an ill-fitting shirt—was the Sword Saint’s spirit, protruding.
But something was strange.
‘...They’re tethered.’
Unlike ghosts, which usually float free—
Gam and the Sword Saint’s spirits were attached to their bodies.
Naturally, the Sword Saint’s soul wasn’t connected to Gam’s body—it stretched far, like a string pulling toward something distant.
Seong found himself whispering.
“...Could it work?”
At that, Helena, exhausted but smiling serenely, spoke with a mischievous tone that didn’t match her noble demeanor.
“Sounds fun. Let’s try it.”
They were going to lose anyway.
Might as well try something.
Looking toward the Sword Saint, who danced in a swordstorm amid Seong’s subordinates—
Seong readjusted his grip.
Then—
“Ssssshh.”
He inhaled and launched forward.
With overwhelming physical stats, he shot across the field.
The ground shattered beneath his feet.
Seeing Seong charge, the Sword Saint raised his blade to intercept.
But Seong didn’t swing.
He reached out his hand.
“...?”
A hand? Not a sword?
The Sword Saint, confused for a split second, went to sever Seong’s arm—
But pain erupted through his soul.
“Guhhhk!?”
An inexplicable pain.
But more than the pain—
An alien emotion surged up.
‘Wh-why do I... why do I want to help this wretch!?’
Just moments ago, he’d been blinded by envy and hatred.
Why now, did he want to aid him?
Unable to comprehend it—
Seong grinned and murmured.
“So it works.”
“W-What the hell is this!?” the Sword Saint stammered.
Seong stared at him and declared:
“Go back to your own body.”
With those words—
The Sword Saint’s soul was ripped from Gam’s body.
—KRAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!