The Martial God who Regressed Back to Level 2 Novel

Kwoong!

A gigantic monster fell like a mountain.

One by one, all the countries on Earth were destroyed.

Among the ten remaining countries, the apocalyptic monster summoned to the United States was finally subdued.

"......Good."

A fair-haired white man who was watching the scene smiled with satisfaction.

He was Balen, the guild leader of American First, the top-ranked guild in the United States.

Thud-

And then.

A black-haired man fell beside the fallen monster.

His left arm was severed, and his whole body was badly burned.

He was Sung JiHan, the 7th-ranked Sung JiHan, the undefeated martial saint.

Balen said a few words briefly.

"Good job."

"......"

Sung JiHan growled.

For Balen, Sung JiHan, a Sung JiHan from "Korea," was a useful hunting dog.

And today, the hunting dog had successfully completed the mission entrusted to him.

Although he was severely injured.

"Regeneration!"

The 3rd-ranked Saint rushed over and cast healing magic in a hurry.

But as time passed, the Saint's expression became increasingly hardened.

"No...!"

Normally, with her power, she could heal burns in an instant, but the burns she received while facing the apocalyptic monster were particularly severe.

"Jihan! Just a little, hold on. Please... Great Heal! Great..."

The Saint shed tears as she continued to cast healing magic.

Seeing her giving her all, Balen furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, but soon turned his gaze to the monster's corpse.

The apocalyptic monster, Behemoth.

An evil aura still emanated from its body, enough to send shivers down one's spine even from a distance.

'Even from afar. How did he endure it up close?'

Once again, Balen was in awe of Sung JiHan's strength.

Whaaa-

A white light shot up from Behemoth's fallen body.

'That's... the boss battle reward!'

A special treasure chest that rarely appeared from boss monsters.

Whenever it appeared, a white light like that would burst out from the center of the monster.

"Everyone, step back!"

"Yes."

When Balen raised his hand, dozens of American First guild members stepped back and guarded the surroundings.

A special reward from Behemoth, known as the apocalyptic monster.

Although they were tempted by it, they couldn't defy the strict orders of Balen, the world's top-ranked player.

And as Balen looked around at his guild members, he chose the Saint, along with the 4th and 5th-ranked members of American First, to receive the reward together.

"...What about JiHan?"

"He's not American. Just a hunting dog."

Sung JiHan, who played the biggest role in defeating Behemoth, was naturally excluded from the discussion.

"But he's also American! He's in exile!"

"I know what being American means."

"But JiHan fought against the apocalyptic monster..."

"Kuk..."

Sung JiHan, who had been silently listening to the conversation, smirked.

He didn't expect any rewards from Balen.

Sung JiHan slowly opened his mouth.

"Go. This should be enough."

"...I'm sorry. I'll be back soon."

"Okay."

As the saint stood up, Baelan's expression became eager.

The hunting dogs of Korea.

But they still knew the topic.

"Let's go, Baelan."

"Of course. Fly!"

Through Baelan's flying magic, the three of them flew up towards the top of Behemoth.

Sung JiHan watched them with blurry eyes.

Herself, who had lost her country and become an exile.

And the three players from the superpower country, the United States.

Although the difference in rankings was not much, their positions in the guild were like heaven and earth.

"What kind of reward will come from Behemoth?"

Sung JiHan thought as she looked at the corpse of the monster she had defeated with her own hands.

Even if it was a monster that came out in a demotion match, it was the boss of the end, so it should give something good.

"...It doesn't matter. It's not mine anyway. I should regenerate my missing left arm quickly."

It was a moment when she calmly faced reality and healed her body.

Kururur-!

Suddenly, the ground shook, and a message window appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

[Space League - Announcement of the results of the Bronze League demotion match.]

The premonition was ominous.

[Game category - Defense.]

[United States - Success.]

[China - Success.]

[Russia - Failure.]

[Japan - Failure.]

...

The United States and China succeeded.

Starting from Russia, everyone else failed.

Sung JiHan's face hardened as she saw that.

Among the final ten countries, only two succeeded.

"This is..."

[NO. 4212 'Humanity'. Lost in the demotion match.]

[With NO. 4773 'Urck', we will have the final demotion match.]

[The battle will take place immediately.]

Ziiing-

The message window expanded and displayed a single screen.

Inside, a large stage was unfolding.

"G-Guild Master..."

And.

In the screen, Baelan and his party, who went to receive Behemoth's reward, stood with stern expressions.

"And there's even a player from China. A total of five people."

Five players ranked higher than Sung JiHan.

With them, no more players were summoned.

On the other side of the stage.

Five Urck, a race with green skin and appearance resembling pigs, stood.

"The battle begins."

A 5v5 battle.

The losing side will be demoted.

"Please..."

One guild member prayed, clasping their hands together.

"Of all opponents, it had to be Urck!"

"Jihan should have been summoned!"

Some felt sorry and looked towards Sung JiHan.

Even though 5 people were selected, Jihan couldn't be summoned because his ranking was 7th.

But the guild members knew.

That Sung JiHan was the American First... no, the world's strongest player.

Even though he didn't have one arm, they would have been relieved if he had been summoned.

"Hahaha! What a joke. 'That monster' is not here!"

Urk, who was at the forefront, looked around at the humans and burst into laughter.

Sung JiHan knew Urk well.

"He's the guy who ran away in the previous battle."

He was a warrior who was terrified in front of Sung JiHan.

But now he realized that he was not here, and he looked confident.

"We must avoid demotion! Kill them all!"

Five Urks rushed forward at a terrifying speed.

In response, Balan quickly used magic to fight back.

But Sung JiHan's face, watching the battle, was already hardened.

Because Urk's party composition was a perfect hard counter to humans.

"Block... I said block! Argh!"

The result was obvious.

"It's over."

* * *

Thud.

Balan's head fell to the ground.

His face was distorted with fear and despair.

At the same time, a system message appeared.

[NO. 4212 'Humanity', defeated.]

[Demoted from Bronze League.]

It was the expected result.

And it was the result he had hoped his eyes were wrong.

Humanity, including Sung JiHan, could only watch as the 5 rankers were brutally defeated by the Urks.

"Oh, my god..."

"What's going to happen now?"

When the American First guild members were in a panic.

A new message appeared.

"There are no more lower leagues."

"Expelled from the Space League."

[NO.4212. Humanity has been classified as a worthless species. Deletion will begin.]

Deletion?

No one had ever felt so terrified after reading a system message.

And as this message disappeared.

"Uh, uh..."

The guild members' bodies began to be engulfed by darkness, one by one.

"Save... save us..."

No one was exempt.

From the lowest-ranking guild member in American First to the most reliable ranker in the guild.

They all disappeared from the world, swallowed by the darkness emanating from their own bodies.

'....'

In less than 5 minutes, all the guild members of American First were wiped out.

Only Sung JiHan, strangely enough, was not erased.

His arms and legs were swallowed by darkness, but his head and body were still resisting that power.

"The power of the Nameless Divine Art is resisting even this."

The skill that made Sung JiHan rank 7th, the Nameless Divine Art.

For an unnamed martial artist, his skill level was measured as SSS, but he didn't expect it to resist even the system's deletion.

It was regrettable.

"If I had revealed the name of the divine martial art, it would have become an even more exceptional skill...."

Upgrade conditions for the nameless divine martial art.

If he had discovered the true name of the divine martial art, he wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable situation.

No.

In the first place, he obtained this power too late.

If only he could have mastered this power a little earlier....

Regret flooded in.

"If that had happened, our country wouldn't have perished."

When Korea perished, it hadn't been long since Sung JiHan obtained the nameless divine martial art.

If he had regained his senses even for a moment and gained power, the homeland wouldn't have disappeared so tragically.

His reckless past was too regrettable.

"Ugh...."

The power of the nameless divine martial art was strong, but it had its limits.

Sung JiHan's remaining body was slowly being consumed by darkness.

His shoulders were already engulfed by darkness.

Even that was being completely erased.

And not long after.

"All of humanity has been deleted."

"You have become the last survivor."

In Sung JiHan's hazy vision, a brief message appeared.

The last survivor.

Was it saying that all of humanity disappeared in that short moment?

"Now I will follow suit."

Yes.

There was no meaning, no reason to be left alone like this.

That was when Sung JiHan decided to stop using the nameless divine martial art.

"It's fascinating."

"NO.4212. Humanity was a worthless species."

"To resist deletion."

System messages appeared in Sung JiHan's vision in a chaotic manner.

These messages felt different from the emotionless messages he had seen so far.

Even the background color of the message window was different.

"It used to be a translucent blue color...."

The current message window had white, black, red, and other colors.

Multiple colors were mixed together.

"It is a being with slight potential."

"Yes, we must not overlook even a single possibility."

"Let's give him a chance to challenge again."

"I agree."

"I disagree. It's a waste of power."

"I agree."

"I agree."

Three in favor.

One against.

"What are these things doing...."

Sung JiHan stared at the message window that was voting without his consent, and his eyes widened.

"The vote has passed."

"Player 'Sung JiHan' will return to the league's initial entry period."

"The league's initial entry period...."

With that message as the last, Sung JiHan's vision darkened.