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◈ SSS-Class Revival Hunter ◈
Chapter 270: White Lion (3)
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Translator’s Note:
Hello everyone, considering this is the first chapter where I’ve been ahead of the old translator, I imagine a lot more of you guys are joining me on this journey from this chapter. Before you begin reading the chapter, I wish to let out some thoughts and context beforehand.
For the new readers, my terminologies are very different from the old translators. I’ve followed and amended the terms used by the manhwa translators and modified a lot of things. From my comparison, I also seem to be translating a newer version of the novel, which has some things modified by the author/publisher, hence the terms are vastly different, especially in the latest ‘Race Wars’ and ‘Race Wars Part II’ arcs. So, at the very least, I would recommend everyone to re-read the ‘Race Wars’ arcs. I understand that not everyone would like my term changes and my methods, and I respect that. I am not a perfect translator, I doubt anyone is. Especially with a novel like this one, where the interpretations are so poetic and it’s really up to the reader how they want to interpret a lot of things. This is simply ‘my version’ of the novel. It’s my way of showing love to the series.
Now, time for some context, as some of you might have been wondering how this release rate was possible. I’ve basically been grinding translations for this novel at a, quite frankly, concerning rate during my uni semester break. I had initially decided to catch up within a couple months, but well, I ended up getting hyper-obsessed and did 10-15 chapters a day until today, when I’m caught up to the old translators. I plan to reduce my release rate soon, since I don’t want to spend my entire 1-month semester break on my desk, typing while looking at a laptop screen, but I promise that I plan to consistently keep translating this novel until its end.
I hope you all will continue enjoying this hyper-obsessed fan’s translations. Please do not hesitate to report any possible change suggestions or fixes by reaching out in our discord server.
For the ones who are still too lazy to re-read, here are some terms which will help you in this chapter, as well as coming chapters:
Pure Humans Tribe: Humans - Sword Saint’s race
Ghost Tribe: Dokkaebi - Viper’s race
Mountain Snail Tribe: Snails - Heretic Inquisitor’s race
Gill-Fin Tribe: Mermaids - Paladin’s race
Vampiric Tribe: Vampires + Dream Demons - Black Dragon Master’s race
Fairy Tribe: Elves - Countess’s race
Earth Spirit Tribe - Goblins/Hobgoblins/Asuras - King of Death’s race
Thank you and enjoy reading!
4.
I turned my gaze away from the beautiful ash-gray other shore and looked at Uburka.
“I know such a person.”
“What?”
“I know of such a person.”
Tower Master.
I recalled someone who felt everything was their responsibility, someone who went beyond that, turning everything into their own responsibility.
“But, I am not that person.”
Kieeeeeeeee-
A distant rocky mountain.
On a rocky mountain soaring high through the mist, a white beast stood and howled. Small green beasts afraid of it could be seen here and there. Gororor... Clinging beneath the rock, they seemed to be debating whether or not to climb toward the white beast.
“I chose a different path,”
I held my sword upright.
“You can blame me, of course. The mistakes you make, the curses you'll hear from others, it all might feel like it's my fault for carelessly choosing you as my tribe and exposing you to the world. For bringing you into existence. For raising you. So you can blame me, but---"
"......."
“Come to me when you are stronger than me.”
I smiled slyly.
“Come to me if you can make yourselves happier than I can!”
I swung the Holy Sword.
Shiny, the Goddess of Protection, shone brightly as its name suggested, cleaving the ash-stained dark clouds in two.
Through the gap opened by the slash, blue sky showed through.
“If someone can make you more lovable than I can! More magnificent! Smarter! More beautiful! Fine, if someone like that comes to complain, I will gladly admit that I failed as a parent!”
Until then.
“I am the mightiest father there is!”
I clenched my right hand.
“Ester!”
“Yes, family head.”
Suddenly.
Without any warning, Ester was kneeling on one knee beside me. Ester must have been waiting somewhere apart from the waiting room where we hunters had gathered, ready to appear whenever called.
“Ester, the advisor to the family head, is here.”
“Doesn’t all this rain look awfully petty!”
"......."
Ester glanced upward. Despite the rain reminiscent of the jungle's rainy season pouring down, Ester appeared indifferent, as if looking at a drizzle on a neighborhood street.
“Yes. It seems trivial.”
“Clear it away!”
I laughed and extended my right hand.
Ester also smiled and firmly grabbed my hand.
“Okay, family head. I will clear it.”
Our auras resonated through our clasped hands. It was not merely that the red and black auras mingled and grew stronger. Holding a single image in our minds, we circulated the aura as one stream, one drop. We pictured the blood-red downpour that had fallen upon a certain continent,
Demonic Heaven Formation Art.
Supplementary Method.
Graceful Rain of Lamenting Heavens.
Rain falls.
“The primordial fear was terrible, wasn’t it, Earth Spirit Tribe?”
Rain falls.
“Was the sky in those days when you knew nothing so bleak, with ominous premonitions and unsettling feelings churning in your hearts, that you were too frightened to venture outside?”
Rain falls.
“Those are no longer the rains we fear!”
Rain falls.
The resentment of villagers unjustly burned alive and the screams of countless deaths met in the empire, all carried within crimson raindrops, fell upon the [Demonic Heaven Formation Art] deployed by the Asuras.
Thud!
Thick fog is penetrated by the blood droplets reaching the ground in an instant. Thud! Before the fog could recover, another drop of blood falls, mercilessly eroding the base of the fog. Thud! Thudududu! Thudududu! Thud! Thudududu……
“The fears you will face from now on are even more terrible!”
The fog couldn't withstand the carpet bombing of blood droplets. It burst, dwindled, was crushed, and was torn to pieces by the raindrops.
What the broken Demonic Heaven Formation Art revealed was the jungle’s bare earth.
Earth untouched by mystery, magic, or manipulation, simply there.
-The formation we deployed at full strength...
-Impossible, Ugor. We're overpowering him in terms of aura…
The Earth Spirit Tribe came into view as the ground was exposed.
They were in a state of confusion. They had planned to conceal themselves in the fog, attacking me with unseen swords and axes. The strategy failed before it even began.
I bared my chest and spoke.
“The place we live, this tower… From the 50th floor upward, it’s filled with masters from all sorts of worlds. Surely you don’t think all parents are like us, do you?”
-.......
“We conversed with you, we understood each other. You fighting me now is not out of dissatisfaction, but merely to achieve a dignified end.”
Ester’s Autumn Rain had melted all the fog away.
All the gathered tribes in the jungle were now looking at me.
“But the ones gathered on the 50th floor will be different.”
I said.
“The Princess mentioned it. The content of each tower is different, but from the 30th floor, they are generally similar.”
"......."
“To accept you as humans, to embrace you as children, our hunters first need to accept all this as reality. Not as NPCs or dungeons. They must see all of you as living beings right before their eyes.”
But.
How many towers have prepared themselves in this way?
Even our tower, even when the Black Dragon Master was the second in the hierarchy, before my regression, didn’t we consider the tower a kind of [game]?
“How many of them cleared the 40th floor by annihilating their nurtured tribes?”
I remembered the 14 Asuras who perished in my previous tower, and I also looked at the hundreds of thousands of Asuras now before me.
“If there is even one such tower, that alone means tens of millions. Ten towers would mean hundreds of millions. A hundred would mean billions. People like that must be standing upon the corpses of countless lives.”
Before I knew it…
The vassals of the King of Death Family had gathered around me.
Kim Yul, with long hair tied with the hairband I gave, quietly looked down at the jungle. Silvia Evanair, with her hands clasped in front, stood demurely, unfazed by the millions of humans gazing up at her.
“Those who do not see people as people.”
All of us were soaked in Ester’s autumn rain.
“Lives extinguished before they could even scream.”
-.......
Steam began to rise from the Earth Spirit Tribe’s shoulders. Their skin was venting the heat of their hearts. My children, my treasures who had learned the Demonic Cult’s teachings and danced the Bloodfire Drama, understood better than anyone what I was talking about.
“A place where bastards like that swagger about calling themselves victors.”
The former Flame Emperor.
“Those who flatter such people as heroes.”
The former me.
“That’s exactly what lies there.”
I pointed to the red sky with my hand.
“That’s the world beyond the 50th floor.”
If that's not hell, then what is?
[Quest Progress.]
[The Vampiric Tribe's voting begins.]
Then.
The Black Dragon Master landed silently beside me with a thud.
She stood emotionlessly next to me, gazing at the world drenched in blood.
“The words of the King of Death are true.”
“Anastasia.”
“It is difficult to call this the fault of us humans. After all, even wolves appearing in hunting grounds are called monsters, and they say that using Mind Reading on people in the Aegim Empire displays the label [NPC]. Well, the Aegim Empire may be like that because it recreates and restores a world that has already been destroyed.”
The Black Dragon Master tilted her lips, almost in a sneer.
“Humans kill people even if there are reasons not to. If it’s of no consequence to kill, it’s essentially granting them a license for free slaughter. If the world beyond the 50th floor of all towers is a battleground as the King of Death said... it might be even harder to find someone who isn't a slaughterer.”
The Black Dragon Master turned her head.
Bats were hanging from the thick palm branches.
“Sorry. I've been a nuisance in your conquest of the continent. Even as a mother.”
-.......
“But this world is wider than you think. You have more enemies to face than you imagine. There are, of course, monsters you will not be able to defeat.”
-.......
“You have watched over other tribes for thousands of years. The Earth Spirit Tribe would never betray you first. Neither would the Gill-Fin Tribe or the Ghost Tribe. Even now, the Mountain Snail Tribe and the Fairy Tribe. Kids, your task isn't to chase dominion over this cramped continent and quarrel with meek tribes.”
The Black Dragon Master smiled gently.
“Unite, and strike down the enemies that will threaten your world.”
Flap, flap.
The bats flapped their wings.
[Vote counting complete.]
[Option 2 votes: 02.45%]
[Option 1 votes: 97.55%]
“We are a blood alliance.”
[Stage Clear.]
[The 43rd floor has been cleared!]
The 43rd floor.
We had now far surpassed Floor 40, the highest floor reached in the world before my regression.
Stages where even the Flame Emperor had once failed and the Black Dragon Master had despaired.
We had entered them one after another.
But that wasn’t all.
[Quest Progress.]
[The Dream Demon Tribe's voting begins.]
‘Huh?’
I blinked and looked at the Black Dragon Master.
The Dream Demon Tribe wasn't originally part of the tribes we were taking care of.
She then gave me a small smile as our eyes met.
“Kim Gong-Ja. Sometimes you underestimate me.”
“What?”
“There are others who are frantically working to clear stages, not just you. Remember I told you I exhausted all my points bringing in the Dream Demon Tribe, inevitably failing. Have you ever thought about what I, someone of my standing, would risk failure for?”
[Vote counting complete.]
[Option 2 votes: 00.00%]
[Option 1 votes: 100.00%]
"......."
I couldn’t help but be slightly astonished.
“Not a single objection…”
“Well, let's just say I've successfully concluded various contracts. Even among friends, contractual secrets should be respected, right?”
The Black Dragon Master winked lightly.
[Stage Clear.]
[The 44th floor has been cleared!]
Haha.
Truly.
"......."
I smiled and turned around.
“Uburka.”
I looked at my son.
“You know, I don’t consider choosing you as a mistake.”
"......."
“Even if I go back, I would choose you. Even if I'm reborn, I would raise you. If I am the best father to you, then you are, to me, the best children.”
“I know.”
“Ugohr,” Uburka said, nodding.
“I know. Father, it is just...”
“If you challenged me to a duel because you wanted to lighten the burden I carry, wanting to become stronger and join me.”
“.......”
“There is no need.”
I smiled brightly.
“Just as I am precious to you as a world, you are also precious to me as a world. You see the world as I see it. You feel as I feel. But, Uburka. I will also see the world as you see it and feel as you feel.”
"......."
“We are people of the same world.”
I took hold of the back of Uburka’s hand.
“We are humans.”
I looked beyond Uburka at the many Earth Spirit Tribe members arrayed.
“My dear friends.”
“.......”
“Beyond the 50th floor, there will be those who did not enjoy the same good fortune as us. There will even be people who count that as good fortune, treating all of this as a mere game while becoming overlords and rulers and indulging themselves for pleasure.”
[Quest Progress.]
[The Earth Spirit Tribe's voting begins.]
“Let’s go.”
[Vote counting complete.]
“In the name of the Demonic Heaven. With the steps and words of the Blood Fire.”
[Option 2 votes: 00.00%]
“Let’s show them who we are.”
Uburka remained silent.
But it was not an ominous silence; it was a silence to embrace my words. Uburka’s fangs were always sharp, so it didn’t take him long to chew and digest my words.
“Will we kill those who deserve to die, Father?”
“We shall rightfully save those who need to live.”
“How will we recognize who should live, how they should live?”
“By my death.”
I produced a dagger from my bosom.
Then I tapped the tape-wrapped handle of the dagger.
“By their life.”
"......."
So it is, then.
Uburka nodded, muttering to himself.
He then firmly grasped my hand that tapped the dagger.
Without words.
“It’s okay.”
I stroked Uburka’s red arm.
[Option 1 votes: 100.00%]
“We are stronger than any tower.”
[Stage Clear.]
“More capable than any tower.”
[The 45th floor has been cleared!]
“We can save countless worlds and countless people.”
I looked down.
At my children, who dwelled in the lowest place but would one day stand in heaven, who would henceforth be called Asuras by all and would become Heavenly Demons.
I reached out to those children.
“Let’s ascend the tower together.”
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