SFRW-Chapter 176

Ch. 176 Sword God From The Ruined World

Somehow, a competition had begun.  

No—that’s how it appeared.  

The speed at which the Casserian Guild was annihilating monsters while advancing north through South Africa and Seo Do-jun was single-handedly slaughtering monster hordes in Somalia was nothing short of astonishing.  

How is this even possible? Honestly, no matter how strong Seo Do-jun is, how can he keep up with the entire Casserian Guild’s pace?!  

└A 1 vs. 65 fight, and Seo Do-jun isn’t even being pushed back! That’s class for you!  

└Not counting the 95 Black Tigers, though! From the footage, each Black Tiger’s combat power is almost on par with an S-rank Hero!  

└So what, you’re saying it’s a 1 vs. 160 fight and Seo Do-jun still isn’t being overwhelmed?  

└That’s not it! Seo Do-jun has Casserian! You’d have to subtract about 20 Black Tigers, no?  

└What kind of nonsense are you all spouting… You foolish, ignorant fools! What use are mere humans and insects, no matter how many there are? The one you’re facing is a god! Numbers mean nothing before Seo Do-jun, the god of war!  

└Well, at this point, I have no choice but to acknowledge that Seo Do-jun really is the God of Battle.  

└But isn’t Seo Do-jun going too far? From what I’ve seen, he’s openly killing rebel forces too—isn’t that just outright murder?  

└Are those things even human? Monsters are invading, slaughtering people left and right, and they’re just ignoring it to fight the government forces with guns! As someone from there, I’m just glad he’s doing it!  

└No matter how much the rebel forces are in the wrong, indiscriminate killings like that on the international stage are clearly crimes. This isn’t something that can be brushed off lightly.  

└But who’s even capable of dragging Seo Do-jun to court? Lol.  

└The law is equal before all! If a crime is committed, one must face the judgment of the law!  

└Equal before the law? More like equal before money! When has the law ever sided with those who don’t have it?  

The internet worldwide was ablaze with discussions about Seo Do-jun for days.  

While his solo cleanup of Somalia’s monster wave was impressive, what really caught people’s attention was his declaration that rebel forces were no different from monsters.  

It all started in Bardhere.  

While passing through Bardhere, Somalia, Seo Do-jun happened to witness rebel forces abducting civilians.  

Though such incidents were tragically common in war-torn nations, the problem was that this occurred right in the middle of a monster wave—and worse, right in front of Seo Do-jun.  

The armed rebels casually separated a screaming family by gender, preparing to load them into different vehicles.  

In the process, they mercilessly beat the resisting father while harassing the mother and young daughter… a cliché so overused it felt sickeningly familiar.  

Even most movies would hesitate to depict such a scene, so what do you think Seo Do-jun did upon witnessing it firsthand?  

Especially since he had come to Somalia alone, already furious at the rebels’ actions—did anyone expect a peaceful resolution?  

Actions, not words—and quite violent ones at that.  

Seo Do-jun swiftly took down the rebel group.  

However, he hadn’t lost all reason and didn’t intend to kill them.  

So he just beat them.  

A little excessively, like kicking a dog on a rainy day—smacking them around to knock some sense into them.  

But that became the problem.  

Just as Seo Do-jun thought it was enough, he let his guard down for a moment.  

One of the rebels opened fire on him, and in the chaos, stray bullets struck the innocent mother and daughter.  

The mother survived, but the daughter didn’t.  

Instant death.  

A bullet to the head—gone in an instant. She couldn’t have been more than ten years old.  

The moment Seo Do-jun saw the girl, around the same age as Eun-young waiting for him at home, die so brutally—  

Snap.  

The last thread of his restraint broke.  

Fifteen.  

Fifteen rebel fighters lost their lives to Seo Do-jun on the spot.  

The problem was that a foreign journalist, secretly filming the scene, broke the story.  

Of course, they had asked for Seo Do-jun’s consent, but what really stirred controversy was his statement:  

“I no longer consider such people human. Treating them as monsters is enough.”  

It was a declaration of war.  

Naturally, Seo Do-jun’s words caused an uproar, especially since the rebel forces responded with fierce hostility.  

Regardless, Seo Do-jun focused on stopping the monster wave.  

But the rebels were different.  

While Seo Do-jun fought monsters, they attacked from a distance with modern weapons, openly targeting him.  

Of course, those rebels ended up just as dead as the monsters, and Seo Do-jun began actively hunting them down.  

No matter how the internet or international community judged him, Seo Do-jun remained solely focused on his mission.  

He sought out and annihilated monster hordes, and when he found rebel forces, he showed them no mercy either.  

Bang!  

A gunshot rang out, and Seo Do-jun emotionlessly watched the bullet ricochet off him.  

“Ugh…!”  

Bang! Bang! Bang-bang-bang!  

The man, firing in terror, barely had time to react before Seo Do-jun picked up the spear beside him.  

Thud. Thud.  

Blood dripped from the spearhead that had just pierced through the man from skull to groin.  

This rebel squad had sneaked up behind Seo Do-jun while he was hunting monsters, firing mortars and machine guns at him.  

With nothing left to say or hear, Seo Do-jun indifferently hurled the spear.  

Whoosh—Crash!  

The spear pierced straight through the shooter’s face before embedding itself in a shattered wall, trembling as if shaking off the remnants of murder.  

Murder?  

Some called Seo Do-jun’s actions murder and condemned him for it.  

But why call it murder?  

This was war.  

Seo Do-jun had declared it first, but the rebels were the ones who actively pursued him, firing relentlessly.  

Seo Do-jun simply made them pay the price.  

As he retrieved his spear and prepared to leave, his phone rang.  

Seo Do-jun pulled it out and checked the caller.  

Na Tae-hwang, the Association Chairman.  

Seo Do-jun’s brow furrowed slightly.  

More nagging.  

Na Tae-hwang had been the first to call when Seo Do-jun killed the rebels and when his declaration made headlines.  

No matter how angry he was, no matter how unjust their actions, Na Tae-hwang had urged him not to kill.  

Interfering in another nation’s affairs was a grave insult, he said, and only possible through proper international procedures.  

Of course, Seo Do-jun ignored it all.  

“Hello.”  

—You’ve killed again. The U.S. has been tracking your movements with long-range drones.  

Seo Do-jun wasn’t unaware of the drones, but he ignored them and asked what Na Tae-hwang wanted.  

—Honestly, your temper… The U.S. and South Korea are currently preparing justifications for your actions. More importantly, we’ve secured legitimacy through an official request from the Somali government…  

Na Tae-hwang’s explanation was lengthy, but the gist was simple: measures had been taken to shield Seo Do-jun from further international condemnation.  

“Why?”  

Seo Do-jun doubted gratitude was the sole motive.  

Na Tae-hwang sighed at his bluntness.  

—Must you be so sharp? I’m not doing this because I want something from you. As humanity’s guardian, you shouldn’t face unnecessary criticism.  

The U.S. had taken the lead, with Cain and the Tyler siblings applying significant pressure.  

—Even the Saudi royal family is preparing an official statement in your support.  

This was undoubtedly Capmore’s doing.  

China, Japan, Canada, Italy, and even the Pope had unusually voiced support for Seo Do-jun.  

Hearing this, Seo Do-jun couldn’t maintain his sharp tone.  

He wanted to dismiss it as unnecessary, but he knew doing so would mean regressing to his old self. So he bit his tongue.  

—The real reason for this call… Can you go to Mogadishu, the capital, if possible?  

“Why?”  

The same question, but his tone had softened noticeably. Na Tae-hwang’s voice grew gentler in response.  

—U.S. intelligence suggests the rebels are preparing a full-scale offensive. Your actions have forced their hand. No matter how much they claim victimhood, they’re still rebels—they lack legitimacy. They likely plan to seize the government quickly to gain international recognition.  

Politics, now that force has failed.  

A sneer tugged at Seo Do-jun’s lips.  

—A drawn-out fight benefits no one, no matter how just the cause.  

True enough.  

“Understood.”  

Fortunately, Mogadishu wasn’t far.  

With Casserian’s flight speed, an hour or two would suffice.  

Na Tae-hwang’s voice warmed further, sensing Seo Do-jun’s compliance.  

—You went to stop a monster wave but ended up at the center of a civil war… Hahaha!  

Seo Do-jun hung up, shaking his head at the absurdity.  

“Mogadishu, huh…”  

Though displeased with his current role, he had no choice but to see it through. He immediately called Casserian.  

—KWAOOOOOOOH!  

With a long, sky-shaking cry, Casserian soared toward Mogadishu.  

***  

“H-He’s coming!”  

The Somali government forces’ faces lit up as the massive Casserian blotted out the sky.  

Their opponent was the world’s strongest Hero.  

Modern weapons could harm him—unlike monsters—but the rebels had never so much as scratched him.  

Tank shells?  

Anti-air missiles fired at Casserian mid-flight?  

Machine-gun ambushes during monster battles?  

None worked.  

He was truly invincible.  

To the government forces, Seo Do-jun was nothing short of a divine army.  

“T-This way…!”  

The rebels, preparing for a last stand, expected at least a face-to-face confrontation.  

They assumed there’d be a briefing—some strategy discussion.  

But Seo Do-jun coldly bypassed them, charging straight at the rebel forces lined up with dozens of tanks.  

The rebel commander, veins bulging, screamed orders. Anti-air missiles streaked toward the sky.  

No negotiations, no mercy—the rebels had long abandoned futile hopes.  

Whoosh—Whoosh—Whoosh—  

Dozens of missiles arced through the air… and exploded harmlessly before even reaching Casserian, leaving only smoke.  

Now, retaliation.  

Shhhhk—!  

Hundreds of spears rained down like lightning.  

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!  

The tanks—the government forces’ greatest headache—were reduced to scrap metal in an instant.  

Hundreds of rebels were skewered like kebabs.  

This wasn’t a battle.  

It was one-sided slaughter.  

After that single spear volley, Seo Do-jun did nothing more.  

He stood proudly atop Casserian, hovering majestically—as if to say, “I’ve done my part. Handle the rest.”  

The government forces, voices hoarse from shouting, seized the moment.  

“Execute the traitors! Open fire!”  

Already demoralized and crippled by Seo Do-jun’s attack, the rebels crumbled under the government’s assault.  

A civil war that had ravaged the nation, impoverishing millions, was on the verge of ending—absurdly easily—because of one man: Seo Do-jun.  

Of course, Seo Do-jun knew better.  

The rebel leaders—or their replacements—were likely hiding safely in Somalia or abroad.  

But this battle had dealt them a blow they wouldn’t easily recover from.  

And with Seo Do-jun’s involvement, they could no longer act with impunity.  

That was enough.  

Now, the government could stabilize and rebuild.  

Seo Do-jun watched the victorious government forces for a moment before taking off with Casserian to clean up the remaining monster waves.  

“This should make the others think twice.”  

He was certain this would serve as a warning to rebel forces in other war-torn nations—and their leaders.  

But.  

“This guy… might be more fun than I thought.”  

“Taming Casserian and having this much power as a human? Astonishing.”  

“That’s him. The one who gave Rebley a real beating.”  

Before a TV broadcasting Seo Do-jun’s Somalia intervention, Kusak, Veronica, and Rakun wore identical smirks.