SSS-Ranked Demon Hunter: The Prodigy
Chapter 30: Godslayer Swordspear

Chapter 30: Godslayer Swordspear

"Ah, I see. Now it makes sense why you reek so horribly."

Seojun grabbed my neck, blood pouring like a river from his hands.

Moments ago, we were still hurtling through the air, but now, my broken body was pinned against a wall.

I couldn’t feel a thing. I tried to move my hand, but no response came. Breathing was a struggle — sharp, shallow gasps slipping past my lips — and panic took root.

"Tell me, man. How the hell are you even breathing without your organs?"

Opening my eyes, I finally understood.

My mangled body lay sprawled on the ground, drenched in blood.

Seojun wasn’t holding me by the neck — he gripped the remnants of what was left after slamming me into the wall.

Only my spine protruded from the torn flesh, the long bone swaying in the night air.

And from that shattered spine, new tissue rapidly formed — tendrils of flesh weaving together at an alarming speed.

"You’ve got some insane regeneration, bastard," he muttered with twisted admiration. "In a few minutes, your whole body will be rebuilt, and this old shell will vanish. You’re no ordinary demon... Taurus Demon, huh? As long as your brain stays intact, you just won’t die."

With a sneer, Seojun raised his other hand and jabbed at my eye with his fingers.

"I wonder... does your brain realize how close you are to death?"

I let out a strangled gasp as he crushed my eye, agony tearing through my mind.

"Fascinating. If your little friends could see you now, they’d understand the truth, too. They still think they’re just humans... but you? You’re nothing like them."

Dragging me like a ragdoll, Seojun bounded over rooftops, the moonlight casting a cruel glow over my limp form. My head lolled in his grasp, heavy and unresponsive.

Was I dead?

Everything was so dark. So cold.

Was this how it ended — dying like a fool trying to play the hero?

No... I could feel something — the faint stitching of my cells knitting themselves back together. Slowly, painfully.

"Boy," a voice echoed from the abyss.

A deep, gravelly tone, as if born from the very core of the earth.

"Do you want to defeat him?"

Defeat...? But... I was already dead, wasn’t I?

I felt no pain — only warmth, as if cradled in loving arms.

A memory flickered: soft brown hair, gentle blue eyes — my mother, just as she was a decade ago.

I was lying in her lap, like a child seeking comfort.

"But she’s gone," the voice reminded me, breaking the illusion.

From the darkness, monstrous hands reached toward me.

Opening my eyes with effort, I saw it: a vision of the Blood Moon overhead. Hovering against the crimson sky was a figure cloaked in a tattered shroud, long, wicked horns piercing through.

It was terrifying — majestic and horrifying all at once.

"As long as you live... you must fight."

Who... who are you?

"Is it more important to know who I am... or to cling to the thread of life you have left?"

Both. I had to know. This voice — this presence — it was awakening something deep inside me.

"I am the one above all. The one who gifted you this power. And now, through me... you can destroy your enemies."

Memories rushed back. Demons — they killed my mother. They destroyed everything.

"Do you seek revenge?" the voice coaxed. "If you die now, the mystery of your mother’s death, your father’s disappearance — all of it will remain unsolved. The demons are to blame. If they hadn’t existed... you would have lived a peaceful life with your family."

If they hadn’t existed...

Rage ignited within me, an inferno consuming all reason.

If only they had never been born...! I would live a normal life with my loving family!

I remembered my mother’s broken body, torn apart — a scene only demons could have created.

"You want to find your father, don’t you?"

I did. Desperately.

"Then take my power. Slaughter them all. Crush them, until not a single one remains!"

"I’ll kill them! I’ll tear them apart!" I screamed in my mind. "They’ll regret ever stepping into this world!"

"Good," the voice purred, feeding on my fury. "The more you hate, the stronger you’ll become. Drink! Drink deep of my power!"

I will bring death to their heirs.

Seojun, still leaping across the rooftops, suddenly froze.

Something had changed.

My eyes snapped open — feral, savage.

Before he could react, I seized him by the throat in an unbreakable grip.

Seojun choked, trying to breathe.

"What the hell?!" he gasped, struggling.

In less than a heartbeat, my body had fully regenerated — muscle, bone, skin, all reborn from pure will.

He punched my arm, snapping my elbow backward with a sickening crack, and ripped free of my grasp.

When he swung his leg to kick me away, I caught it midair.

"I won’t let you all kill me again!" I snarled.

I squeezed, feeling the bones in his leg strain under the pressure, but Seojun managed to kick off and retreat before they shattered.

At that moment, we both realized the same terrible truth:

"I can’t defeat him so easily," we thought in unison.

Seojun considered unleashing his true demonic form — but held back. If he transformed here, the human armies would swarm him.

It would be suicide.

I raised my hand. Blood surged from my veins, forming a seething orb in my palm.

I flung my hand backward — and from the swirling mass emerged a massive weapon, part spear, part sword.

"Kenketsu, the Godslayer Swordspear."

A weapon born from demonic blood, ancient and magnificent, as if forged by the gods themselves.

Seojun staggered back. In his human form, he couldn’t match me now — and he knew it.

"Tell me, demon," I said, voice cold and sharp. "Why do you keep fighting me as a mere man? You have no Kenketsu, no true weapon. Planning to fight me barehanded, monster?"

"Shut your mouth. If I wanted, you’d be dead already," he snapped back.

"No. If I want, you die now," I answered, my gaze piercing into his soul.

Seojun paled.

"Ignorant fools," I muttered bitterly. "You have no idea what doom you’ve brought upon yourselves."

I lunged forward.

The Godslayer Swordspear carved through the air with devastating force — each swing powerful enough to tear the wind itself apart.

Seojun danced backward, barely dodging, the ground cracking beneath my strikes.

But I was still slower than I wanted — Seojun was slippery, avoiding my attacks by a hair’s breadth every time.

Suddenly, a shadow slammed into me from the side. A heavy punch smashed into my face, sending me skidding back.

Blinking away the stars from my vision, I looked up — but Seojun and the mysterious figure had already vanished into the night.

I stood alone, blood dripping from my lips, my heart pounding.

But I knew — our battle wasn’t over.

Not yet.

Meanwhile, in the shadowed alleys of the sleeping city, Seojun sprinted alongside a second figure — the Crimson Reaper.

The Reaper’s cloak was shredded, pockmarked with bullet holes and tears.

"Where the hell were you? I thought you were dead," Seojun barked.

"Honestly?" the Reaper coughed. "I nearly was. If not for my regeneration, I’d be nothing but meat now. That hunter, Min-ho — he cut me in half with one swing of his axe. The first to ever do that."

"Your armor’s only good against stabbing weapons," Seojun growled. "Of course you’d lose against a brute with twin axes!"

"Fool. It wasn’t about winning or losing. I held them off as long as I could so you could capture Ki-hyun."

"Clearly not long enough. They found us in minutes."

The Crimson Reaper narrowed his eyes.

"Seojun. Now I see why you’re so obsessed with the King of Humans. Min-ho is strong. And one day, I’ll be the one to kill him myself."

Seojun clenched his fists. He wasn’t listening anymore.

He was too busy regretting one thing: If only he had transformed.

If only he had risked it.

Then he would have crushed me.

But now... that chance was lost.

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