SFRW-Chapter 251

Ch. 251 Sword God From The Ruined World

The child born from a God’s greed—an Angel.  

Bestowed with excessive blessings and overflowing divine power, the Angel was created with all of the God’s might to lack nothing.  

Truly a being so perfect that the God proudly called it his child and poured all his love upon it.  

But the God’s greed for perfection eventually brought calamity.  

At some point, the Angel began coveting the seat of its creator.  

It was only natural.  

The Angel, believing itself lacking in nothing, saw itself as the only being worthy of replacing the God.  

Enraged, the God could not tolerate the Angel’s audacity in openly desiring his throne.  

『Your corrupted greed has finally led you to ruin!』  

The God’s pride in the Angel turned to shame, and love twisted into hatred in no time.  

The God, his heart changed, was cold, terrifying, and decisive.  

He cast curses vast enough to smother all the blessings he had given the Angel and reclaimed its powers one by one.  

Then came exile from the divine realm.  

The Fallen Angel, stripped of divinity, was forced to live a humiliating mortal life on an unfamiliar planet.  

-I will have my revenge!  

The Fallen Angel vowed vengeance—even if it had to be carried out by another.  

Despite the curses ravaging its body and mind, the Fallen Angel prepared its retribution against the God and unleashed its creations upon the world.  

As the God’s most perfect creation, what the Fallen Angel left behind held power formidable enough to oppose divinity itself.  

‘Eyes of Falsehood.’  

As Seo Do-jun pieced together the fragments of memories seeping into his mind, he felt a power akin to divine authority—Eyes of Falsehood—being imprinted onto his body.  

-Kill the God! I will grant you the power to deceive even him! Slay the God who corrupted me and condemned me to this shameful existence!  

An unfamiliar voice shook Seo Do-jun’s mind.  

The force of its words made his heart pound as the Fallen Angel’s voice took root in his thoughts.  

-Destroy everything of the God’s! Make him doubt his own existence! Let him know the terror of mortal death!  

The voice swirled in his head like an obsession, but for the first time, Seo Do-jun resisted.  

‘Get lost!’  

-Kill the God! Seek the other powers I left behind! With them, you will gain the strength to tear him apart—  

‘I said, get lost!’  

A surge of fierce energy erupted from Seo Do-jun’s body, causing the ashen mist around him to tremble violently.  

Yet the Fallen Angel’s voice persisted, drilling deeper into his mind.  

This was no conversation—Seo Do-jun had no choice but to reject it outright.  

He denied the Fallen Angel’s words with all his will, pouring every ounce of his mental strength into shutting it out.  

How long had it been?  

Magic exploded from Seo Do-jun’s body, incinerating the ashen mist until it faded away completely.  

-Kill the go—  

‘Take your revenge and shove it up someone else’s ass!’  

With Seo Do-jun’s final shout, the Fallen Angel’s voice dissolved into the distance, vanishing from his mind.  

When Seo Do-jun opened his eyes, his companions and thousands of werewolves were staring at him, dumbfounded.  

“…What?”  

At Seo Do-jun’s bewildered question, the first to react was—not a person, but a being.  

『Vandeyan… What the hell did that bastard just do?』  

It was the Divine Sword, muttering in disbelief.  

***

“Uncle, are you really okay?”  

“I said I’m fine.”  

“Hmm…”  

Seo Do-jun waved off Choi Kang-soo, who kept asking if he was alright.  

When the ashen mist from the Angel’s altar had enveloped the group, everyone except Seo Do-jun had been seared by a strange, penetrating heat.  

According to Twek, it was the ‘Flame of Truth’—a fire that would scorch the body if even a speck of falsehood existed within.  

But Seo Do-jun was different.  

『If it really was the Fallen Angel, it wouldn’t carelessly bestow its power. It would only choose a proxy capable of fulfilling its vengeance.』  

For now, they could only accept the Divine Sword’s speculation as fact.  

And if the sword was right, the only possible proxies were Transcendents.  

In other words, the Fallen Angel had no interest in the Transcendent’s own will—it only demanded vengeance against the God.  

‘Did it really think Transcendents would bend so easily to its will?’  

Seo Do-jun clicked his tongue at the Fallen Angel’s futile expectations.  

Regardless, he had gained a new ability from this ordeal.  

Eyes of Falsehood.  

The value of this power was beyond what he had imagined—no, it wasn’t just impressive; it would be an immense boon to him.  

Thud!  

“Drink up. It’s our pride—the finest ale.”  

Twek grinned as he slammed a massive keg onto the table.  

Since the altar had confirmed their truthfulness, the werewolves’ hospitality had reached its peak.  

It was only natural—they were potential allies who could end the war against the vampires.  

“Ooh—! My favorite lager!”  

Rich foam, a crisp coolness, an initial sweetness, a bitter midtaste, and a smooth finish.  

“How is it? Good, right?”  

At Twek’s question, Seo Do-jun nodded in approval.  

“How many relics of the Fallen Angel are there?”  

Now that he understood the power of the Eyes of Falsehood, Seo Do-jun couldn’t help but covet the other relics.  

“Relics of the Fallen Angel? Hmm.”  

Twek took a long swig of ale before continuing.  

“Aside from the altar here and what the forest spirits hid, I’ve never heard of any others. Ah! Maybe Pelun would know?”  

After excusing himself briefly, Twek returned with an elderly werewolf.  

“This is Pelun. The oldest among our kin.”  

“You’re interested in Iostem’s relics? May I ask why?”  

Pelun cut straight to the point.  

“They’re the surest way to end the war with the vampires.”  

Seo Do-jun kept his personal motives hidden, offering only a surface-level reason. Pelun nodded.  

“Iostem’s relics certainly hold that kind of power.”  

“That’s why Bolikos is obsessed with finding the forest spirits’ relic!”  

With Twek chiming in, Pelun elaborated.  

“There aren’t many of Iostem’s relics. Even obtaining one grants power enough to rival an entire race. If there were more, that would be strange.”  

After downing his ale, Pelun continued.  

“To put it simply, there are three relics.”  

“Three?”  

When Twek asked how he could be sure, Pelun bristled.  

“You know I stayed at the Sage’s house when I was young, right?”  

“When you got lost like an idiot?”  

“I wasn’t lost! I was trapped in a barrier the Sage of Iostem made!”  

“Same difference.”  

Twek cackled, but Pelun bared his fangs, insisting it wasn’t.  

Seo Do-jun cut in.  

“So—the altar here, the relic Bolikos is searching for, and one more?”  

“Yes. Who would’ve thought the altar would be hidden deep underground? It’s why we’ve stayed safe during the war. But honestly, Bolikos finding the forest spirits’ relic is nearly impossible.”  

The reason was simple: even the Sage of Iostem had failed to uncover a single relic.  

“They’re called Iostem’s relics for a reason. They’ve remained undiscovered for nearly a millennium.”  

The term wasn’t just about ownership—it signified how impossibly rare they were.  

“But… what exactly happened on the altar?”  

Pelun’s curiosity about Seo Do-jun’s mysterious experience was obvious.  

After prying the persistent elder off, Seo Do-jun turned to Twek.  

“Where is Bolikos now?”  

“Bolikos? No idea. He’s been scouring every corner for that relic.”  

“No way to contact him?”  

“There is a way… Do you want the relic?”  

“Is that a problem?”  

If they claimed ownership over something they hadn’t even found, Seo Do-jun had nothing more to say.  

But the werewolves weren’t that petty.  

“Not at all. Just don’t try to take it if we find it first.”  

Seo Do-jun nodded.  

“I’m not so low as to steal what’s yours.”  

Not yet, at least.  

***

“That’s… a forest?!”  

Choi Kang-soo rubbed his eyes repeatedly, unable to believe what he was seeing.  

A forest of unimaginable scale stretched before them.  

The problem? It was floating in the sky.  

“The Sky Forest. Ancient texts called it the Fallen Angel’s sanctuary. A forbidden holy ground where none but the forest spirits could tread.”  

As Twek explained, Seo Do-jun studied the forest.  

His gaze swept across it, sensing a faint but familiar energy—similar to what he’d felt at the altar.  

‘The relic is here. Somewhere.’  

He was certain.  

It was odd that his companions sensed nothing, but the relic’s presence was undeniable.  

“How is this even possible?! A forest floating in the air?!”  

Choi Kang-soo’s common sense was shattered.  

“It was the Fallen Angel’s sanctuary.”  

Twek’s answer was enough. Choi Kang-soo gave up asking further.  

“I sense a profound darkness.”  

At Rahf’s words, the others nodded.  

Contrary to the expectation of lush greenery, the Sky Forest was dark and oppressive.  

Its ominous aura made it seem like a den of monsters.  

“How are we supposed to find Bolikos in that mess?”  

Choi Kang-soo grimaced at the thought of entering.  

If not for Seo Do-jun’s insistence that the relic would help against Barhaut, he’d have refused outright.  

“The last contact from Bolikos was here. He’s most likely still inside.”  

After five days of nonstop travel, hesitation wasn’t an option.  

“Wait—if we go in, can we at least walk? We’re not just gonna float around, right?”  

At Choi Kang-soo’s nonsense, Twek chuckled and pulled out a rotting hunk of meat, its stench overwhelming.  

“Gah! What the hell is that?!”  

Choi Kang-soo gagged, clutching his nose. Even Seo Do-jun took a step back.  

“Giant mole guts. Aged for three months.”  

Before Choi Kang-soo could protest—  

SCREEEEEECH—!  

A deafening cry echoed as a colossal bird burst from the forest.  

“That’s three—no, four times bigger than Casserian! What kind of bird is that?!”  

As Choi Kang-soo gaped, Twek hurled the rotting guts into the distance.  

“While Romak’s distracted by the bait, grab its tail feathers. That’s our ticket inside.”  

“That tiny scrap is enough to lure that thing?!”  

Compared to the bird’s size, the guts were like a speck.  

“That’s why it’s obsessed. Romak craves what it can’t have.”  

As Twek spoke, Romak landed, cautiously pecking at the morsel.  

Instead of gulping it down, the bird rolled it in its beak, savoring it before reluctantly swallowing.  

Meanwhile, Seo Do-jun’s group seized the chance to clutch Romak’s tail feathers.  

“Do we have to do it this way?”  

The Sky Forest was high, but not beyond their ability to reach.  

“You’ll see.”  

With a mighty flap, Romak ascended, carrying them skyward.