Heavenly Demon Cult vs Martial Arts Alliance

[Floor 31]

I stepped onto the last step.

The moment my foot was fully up,

There was a woman standing there.

Her hair was green.

She caught my eye.

She was a pretty woman.

Killing a beautiful woman made me feel resistant.

‘Even though I’m going to kill her.’

Still, she was pretty.

Green strands of hair wriggled and lifted from her fair skin.

The woman, with her hands behind her back, smiled with her eyes closed, and a slender tongue darted out between her lips. The tip of her tongue was split in two.

It resembled a snake’s tongue.

Her hair was also snake heads.

The woman smiled contentedly.

She looked up with her eyes wide, gazing seductively.

I met her golden eyes.

I was too surprised to react.

No, I did, but I couldn’t.

[Medusa]

Black letters.

“Is this for real?”

The laughter I let out in disbelief turned to stone.

My first confirmed death is a bit much.

So Cheonma Chun Yura.

The successor acknowledged by the Demon Lord.

Rumors about her talent were rife.

She was compared to adults from a young age, and now she has reached the Flower Realm, an unprecedented talent.

The jewel of talent, born once in ten thousand years among the billions of people in the modern world, newly elevated her power in the Full Dive game.

“Charge!!!”

“Even So Cheonma is a noob!!!!!”

“Why can’t we kill her when she’s level 1?!?!!”

Chun Yura went directly to the Martial Arts Alliance.

Demonic Cult.

To be precise, a clan within the game.

Even though it’s in the game, it was founded by followers of the Demonic Cult and bears the name Demonic Cult.

Chun Yura also received the Demon Lord’s teachings and, captivated by their strength, entrusted herself to the Demonic Cult.

As Chun Yura, who had her heart set on the Demonic Cult, heard the news of the conflict with the Martial Arts Alliance, she couldn’t help but immerse herself in the game.

Why is she so obsessed with a mere game?

It’s exhausting.

Isn’t a game supposed to be created to escape reality for a while? But why are their actions the same as those in reality?

“Pathetic.”

As the underlings fought under the names of each faction, Chun Yura also got caught up in it.

Honor.

Prestige.

Face.

The things contained in the name of the Demonic Cult dragged Chun Yura onto the battlefield.

She was still young.

Bang!

With a single wave of Chun Yura’s arm, members of the Martial Arts Alliance soared high into the sky.

[Heavenly Destruction Fist]

It wasn’t her main martial art.

But [Heavenly Destruction Fist] was convenient when dealing with multiple enemies.

It also consumed less Magical Power.

Chun Yura’s level was 1.

She was absolutely lacking in Magical Power.

The Magical Power accumulated solely through Inner Force cultivation techniques, without elixirs, was as small as a millet compared to that of reality.

That’s why she was weak against numbers.

So, what’s the solution?

Simple.

“Cough…!”

“You’re bothering me.”

The self-proclaimed Martial Arts Alliance Leader.

The neck of the Martial Arts Alliance clan leader was trampled under Chun Yura’s foot.

“Alliance Leader!”

Martial Arts Alliance members rushed at Chun Yura.

Each and every one of them was an elite reaching level 80.

Even she, who had reached the Flower Realm and built up strength comparable to a Sword Master at level 1, couldn’t win against all the level 80s.

But they couldn’t approach.

The Demonic Cult’s frontline raiders.

The Demonic Cult’s elites, reaching level 80, stood guard to protect the Little Heavenly Demon.

Chun Yura watched the fight between the elites of the two factions, turned away, saying it was boring.

“You’re level 80, you say?”

“Y-You monster. Kill her.”

A word spoken knowing they couldn’t kill her.

There was no trace of the weight of determination.

Level 80 was definitely strong.

Even though she was only level 1, why would Flower Realm be Flower Realm? The reason why realms are divided is not simply because the difference in skill that comes from different realms is far apart.

The depth that comes from enlightenment.

The degree of understanding of phenomena.

Techniques below the realm can be easily deciphered, that’s why it’s a realm.

Even if they were level 80, with their skills at best reaching the peak, they couldn’t beat Flower Realm.

There was a burden from the difference in pure power, so she couldn’t say she was completely unscathed, but only a bland battle result remained, with no surprise at all.

‘How boring.’

“There’s no other overgrown weakling like you. Did I come all the way here to fight a scarecrow? Contrary to expectations, the emptiness is great.”

“Keugh…!”

“Resist a little more.”

She put strength into her foot.

The Martial Arts Alliance clan leader gathered his energy, but she interfered with the flow of that energy and disrupted it.

Is this all he’s got?

“If you’re going to discuss the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, show the spirit to risk death and come back to life. If this is all you have, it’s pathetic.”

“What… idiot…”

“….”

Thud.

Her foot touched the ground.

From the moment Chun Yura intervened in the battle of the elites, the advantage of the Demonic Cult and the Martial Arts Alliance shifted to the Demonic Cult.

The Martial Arts Alliance clan was losing its head, the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, and its limbs, the elites.

The victory of the Demonic Cult became visible.

Pacheon-gun followed Chun Yura.

“You’ve worked hard.”

“It was boring.”

“Compared to the battle with Anonymous, any fight would be boring.”

“Is that so.”

How disappointing.

Chun Yura recalled the bizarre actions Anonymous had shown.

She knew it was special.

She was happy because she realized anew that it was even more special, but the joy turned to bitterness because she knew that only that was special.

Only Anonymous could give such an experience.

Anonymous, who had been pushing her in a different realm from martial arts.

That strength was less than the Martial Arts Alliance clan leader, but the intense spirit that the Martial Arts Alliance clan leader had not shown was strongly imprinted in Chun Yura’s mind.

It’s possible to be fine even if an arm flies off.

But how can you not even blink an eye even when your head is cut off?

She even thought about reattaching her head.

A severed head.

A head that reattaches.

She pondered over the battle with Anonymous several times.

Weak but strong.

And she’ll get stronger.

I want her.

I want to keep her by my side.

I want to watch the moment of her growth.

‘I can’t get caught up in something like this.’

She gathered information about Anonymous.

Based on the information she had learned, she speculated about Anonymous’s identity.

Anonymous’s characteristics posted on the [Community] were female, blue eyes, large breasts, long hair, newbie, level 30, Blue Flame Magic Sword, Plum Blossom Sword Technique, and cooling ability.

There were no newly updated characteristics.

No strategy videos were uploaded.

And Chun Yura added the characteristics of Anonymous that she knew.

Fair skin, explosive breasts, a tall height of 170cm, Heavenly Destruction Fist, Ink Wheel Fist, Plum Blossom Sword Technique, Heal magic, heat magic, and cooling ability.

‘And lightning.’

That thing she showed at the end had the properties of lightning.

Cooling as an ability?

‘That’s absurd.’

Chun Yura saw the moment she created lightning right in front of her eyes.

The foreignness that lightning gave.

The homogeneity that cooling gave.

If she had to choose which one was the ability, it would definitely be lightning.

Moreover, the absurdly fast output increase that lightning showed was a reflex that couldn’t be shown without an ability.

The Author in the [Community] were mistaken about Anonymous’s important characteristics.

Then,

───!

A disturber appeared.

Ding.

A message came in.

Ding ding.

The situation changed rapidly again.

How annoying.

If she were to find Anonymous, it would be better for her, who knew her face, to go directly.

But the situation didn’t help.

What is it this time, she opened the message,

[Namgung Yun!]

Three short but interesting letters.

Namgung Yun.

Wasn’t she the granddaughter of the Martial Arts Alliance Leader in reality?

One of the later generation prodigies of the orthodox faction who is always mentioned when discussing the Little Heavenly Demon.

Even though she didn’t belong to the Martial Arts Alliance clan, Namgung Yun couldn’t ignore the crisis of the clan that bore the name Martial Arts Alliance.

Just like the Little Heavenly Demon couldn’t stand by and watch the Demonic Cult clan being defeated by the Martial Arts Alliance clan,

The Alliance Leader’s granddaughter, Namgung Yun, also couldn’t stand by and watch the Martial Arts Alliance clan being defeated by the Demonic Cult clan.

Demonic Cult and Martial Arts Alliance.

They must never lose.

Even if it’s just a game, it’s absolutely unacceptable.

“Is it a bit dangerous with level 1?”

“Shall we join forces?”

“What are you talking about.”

Chun Yura said nonchalantly.

“Isn’t it a suitable handicap?”

She didn’t doubt her superiority.

The Little Heavenly Demon is the pride of the Demonic Cult.

The Alliance Leader’s granddaughter is the pride of the Martial Arts Alliance.

Among those who have logged into Full Dive, there is no one more suitable to represent the two giant forces than them.

But,

“….”

“….”

She met Namgung Yun.

She knew as soon as she saw that Namgung Yun had no intention of fighting.

It was obvious at a glance.

If she were to Slash now, she could.

Namgung Yun was that defenseless.

She’s acting recklessly because it’s a game.

“What’s your scheme?”

“Let’s hold a tournament.”

“A tournament?”

“Yes. Since we won’t die even if we fight and kill each other like this, let’s hold a tournament to determine the winner.”

“….”

She wanted to say something, but Anonymous’s face flashed through Chun Yura’s mind.

Eyes full of venom.

A competitive spirit towards the strong.

Anonymous.

She grinned.

“It would be fun if other affiliations could participate.”

“We’ll consider it.”

The war between the Demonic Cult and the Martial Arts Alliance.

A truce was made.

Crack.

Americano.

Stone statue.

She, who was being petrified and turning into stone, strongly circulated her Magical Power.

The petrified areas.

The edges turning into stone.

Frost flowers bloomed.

The petrification stopped.

Crack crack.

The stone cracked.

Fragments of stone fell from her eyes first.

It fell with her skin, all red.

She closed her eyes.

She couldn’t be petrified again.

Swish.

She heard a sound of something being swept, a very subtle sound that she wouldn’t have heard if she hadn’t known.

[Medusa] is approaching.

It was meaningless.

Electrical Signal.

Americano weakly broke the petrified areas, and aiming for the moment [Medusa] came, she broke them all at the same time.

The sword she was holding.

Upward [Slash].

“…Kyaak?!”

The arm of [Medusa], who was holding a spear, flew away.

[Medusa] glared at Americano and tried to petrify her, but she felt only the Electrical Signal with her eyes closed.

Before the flying spear touched the ground, the blade changed direction.

[Slash]

No feeling in her hand.

She slashed the air.

[Medusa] quickly pulled her body back with the core muscles unique to snake lower bodies to avoid it.

“Tch.”

She immediately dashed.