SFRW-Chapter 94

Ch. 94 Sword God From The Ruined World 

“Grooooooowl.”  

Though the Casserian growled low in annoyance, the children showed no signs of stopping.  

Rather—  

“Grooooowl! Kyahahaha!”  

“Woooooah!”  

“Here I go!”  

“It’s my turn this time!”  

The children either mimicked the Casserian’s growls or laughed and played, using its wings as slides.  

But one child stood out.  

“Seri!”  

When Eun-young climbed onto its neck and called its name, the Casserian firmly closed its crimson eyes and stretched its neck forward.  

“Guys! Watch me!”  

Confidently shouting to her friends, Eun-young slid down the Casserian’s neck—whoosh!  

The speed far surpassed that of sliding down wings, and the momentum sent her briefly airborne after riding the curve of the Casserian’s head before landing safely. Her friends clapped in amazed admiration.  

“Eun-young! That was amazing!”  

“Wow! That was so fast! Weren’t you scared?”  

“You went so high! You could’ve gotten hurt if you fell!”  

Gathering around in awe of her acrobatic feat, they bombarded her with comments.  

Eun-young beamed at their attention.  

“I wasn’t scared at all! It was so fun! Want to see it again?”  

At their eager shouts, she demonstrated once more—this time running up from the base of the Casserian’s tail, across its back, and gaining speed before sliding down its neck.  

Just as she reached the curve of its head—  

“Seri!”  

At her call, the Casserian lightly flicked its head upward—boing!  

Like a gymnast bouncing off a springboard, Eun-young soared nearly 10 meters into the air, drawing gasps and screams from both children and adults watching.  

“Eun-young!”  

“Be careful!”  

Contrary to their worries, she executed three full mid-air rotations before landing gracefully on both feet—akin to an Olympic trampoline routine.  

“Wooooow!”  

“Oh my god!”  

The children erupted in applause and cheers, while nearby adults stood speechless.  

“B-Bro. D-Did you see that?”  

Park Young-gi, Park Chul’s cousin who’d been filming, stared dumbfounded at Eun-young—now surrounded by giggling friends.  

“I’ve seen it before.”  

Though Park Chul answered nonchalantly, he was equally stunned.  

‘She went way higher than last time! What kind of first-grader can…’  

“Does she do gymnastics?”  

Park Chul shook his head at Young-gi’s question.  

“Not that I know of.”  

“Then how’s that possible? That’s insane!”  

“And is using a monster as a slide normal? Just go with it.”  

In a world with rift zones, monsters, and people hunting them like superheroes—why be surprised an 8-year-old girl can do backflips?  

“She’s King Seo Do-jun’s sister. Who knows? Maybe she inherited incredible Hero potential.”  

“Ahh…”  

Though no proven link between Hero awakening and genetics existed, Park Young-gi readily accepted this explanation.  

“You got that on camera, right?”  

“Of course!”  

Park Chul immediately reviewed the footage.  

Seeing Park Young-gi had captured the perfect angle, a satisfied smile spread across his face.  

“This’ll break viewership records.”  

“No doubt.”  

Since rebranding as the official ‘Seo Do-jun Channel’, Park Chul had rapidly become one of the world’s most influential streamers.  

While critics dismissed his success as purely riding Seo Do-jun’s fame, he paid them no mind—he’d expected this from the start.  

What mattered was his channel’s global standing and the staggering profits.  

But the crucial detail was the revenue split.  

“A 10% share is enough.”  

Park Chul wouldn’t have complained even if Seo Do-jun demanded 90%.  

Yet Seo Do-jun only took 10%—and even that went entirely to Eun-young and their grandmother.  

With no interest in money, Seo Do-jun treated the share as nominal, redirecting all benefits to his family.  

The remaining 90% was substantial enough to tempt anyone’s greed—but Park Chul saw it as capital to grow the channel further.  

His first investments went to hiring top-tier talent and upgrading equipment.  

The results spoke for themselves: the channel’s production quality now rivaled corporate media, fueling its popularity.  

This virtuous cycle kept increasing profits daily.  

However.  

“Uncle, how long will we just post Casserian content? People are asking for variety.”  

Park Chul frowned at Young-gi’s question.  

This very issue had him on the verge of hair loss, despite the channel’s success.  

Their first project—’Making the Casserian a National Pet’—was progressing well.  

Though many still feared Casserians, public perception had shifted significantly thanks to the videos.  

Now it was a battle against time—the audience needed fresh content.  

But Park Chul was stumped for a second project.  

Frankly, nothing screamed ‘hit idea’.  

Worse, the ‘Seo Do-jun Channel’ barely featured Seo Do-jun himself.  

“What if we filmed King Seo Do-jun training? That’d go viral!”  

“Genius! Can you imagine? Not just awakened Heroes—even aspirants would kill for that training footage. Let’s do it!”  

“Do I look like I can just demand that? We need permission.”  

“But he approved the channel! He wouldn’t refuse outright. Or how about Eun-young’s self-defense training? She’s crazy popular!”  

“That’s the worry.”  

Park Chul’s expression darkened.  

Eun-young was undeniably the channel’s breakout star.  

Though the goal was Casserian PR, her frequent appearances as the de facto protagonist were skating on thin ice.  

“We already got one warning.’  

While child-focused content was allowed, monetizing it violated guidelines—hence the prior warning.  

Park Chul had been reducing her screen time, but viewers complained whenever edits cut her scenes.  

‘Should we ditch monetization?’  

For the channel’s long-term growth, sacrificing short-term profits wasn’t a bad move.  

Just appearing on camera made Eun-young a sensation—imagine her demonstrating Seo Do-jun-taught self-defense?  

‘It’d be huge…’  

Park Chul pondered deeply.  

‘But I don’t need to forfeit profits—we could feature her as a guest star in moderation…’  

As a rough plan formed, he made up his mind.  

‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained—I’ll propose it!’  

* * *  

Seo Do-jun returned after exactly 10 days in the skeleton fog.  

“You closed the rift zone?”  

At Hyun Joo-yeon’s question, Seo Do-jun nodded.  

The rift zone that doomed Namibia and plagued Africa was now sealed by his hand.  

“What about the fog?”  

“It’ll dissipate gradually.”  

Since Avarr’s demise, the skeleton fog had visibly receded.  

With three nations repositioning their military defenses dozens of kilometers forward, his claim was undeniable.  

“So there’s no more danger?”  

Gloria’s question earned a reply: as long as no one entered the fog, immediate threats were neutralized.  

“The skeletons won’t emerge?”  

“The fog zone is their habitat—they’ll stay. And even if they emerge, what’s the issue?”  

Modern weapons made skeletons trivial foes—no concern unless the three nations acted recklessly.  

Moreover, Champion Death Knights were systematically hunting surviving skeletons within the fog.  

Though the vast terrain left their numbers uncertain, the shrinking fog would inevitably concentrate them for easier elimination.  

“Time will handle the rest.”  

“Seems so.”  

“Thank goodness. Africa can finally stabilize.”  

Yet despite resolving the crisis, Seo Do-jun’s expression remained grim—making Hyun Joo-yeon doubt her assessment.  

Before she could probe further, South African officials requested details, pulling Seo Do-jun away.  

News of the rift zone’s closure sparked global celebration—Africa’s greatest threat was gone.  

But aboard the flight back to South Korea, Gloria noticed Seo Do-jun’s lingering unease.  

“Kassal, is something wrong?”  

“What is it?” Hyun Joo-yeon echoed curiously.  

Seo Do-jun stayed silent.  

How could he explain Earth’s impending doom?  

Who would believe such an abrupt apocalyptic warning?  

It would only cause chaos.  

Moreover—  

‘Vaitel’s watching somewhere.’  

Seo Do-jun couldn’t risk drawing attention.  

Yet handling this alone?  

‘Impossible.’  

Knowing Vaitel’s power, he recognized this wasn’t a solo endeavor.  

Earth’s people were weaker than his ruined world’s—even ‘Heroes’ were currently useless.  

‘We need to grow stronger.’  

Both himself and others.  

But how?  

‘Magic Heart Methods are the foundation.’  

Proper training could rapidly enhance Earth’s Heroes.  

The challenge was methodology—indiscriminate teaching was too risky.  

Even in stronger Leverka, many humans betrayed their kind.  

On fragile Earth, treachery would be worse.  

Seo Do-jun refused to be betrayed again—only those who’d fight alongside him till the end deserved power.  

This required uniting people under one banner.  

To prevent Earth’s destruction, Seo Do-jun resolved to build his own faction.  

His first recruitment targets?  

“Will you join if I form a guild?”  

Hyun Joo-yeon stared, baffled by his abrupt question.  

“A guild? You’re starting one?”  

“Yes.”  

This contradicted everything she knew about Seo Do-jun.  

Has he developed a power lust now?  

But his solemn expression suggested deeper motives.  

“Kassal, finally! Does that mean I’m in?” Gloria interjected.  

“Of course I’ll join!” Hyun Joo-yeon asserted, switching to English to emphasize, “You asked me first.”  

Gloria smirked. “Is ‘first’ important? What matters is who stays till the end.”  

“…Tch!”  

Outmaneuvered, Hyun Joo-yeon could only regret not phrasing it better.