The Martial God who Regressed Back to Level 2 Novel

Chapter 425

The star of the god of war is shining brightly.

The god of war looked down at Asoka from his position.

[As you said, I allowed you to participate in this tournament... Asoka. Can I entrust you with finishing this task?]

"Yes. If I can retrieve the hand, I will retrieve it. If not, I will seal it."

[Good. I believe you will not defy the golden order.]

"This also aligns with my purpose... I will faithfully carry it out."

The god of war looked down at him, who bowed his head faithfully, and remembered the past.

Long ago, along with Dongbangsak, the sage of humanity who constantly hindered him.

Because of him, he once planned to burn the entire Earth and start anew on another planet.

But the situation changed when Asoka, who first realized his intentions, proposed the "Infinite Regression."

'Until now, he has been the most helpful to me...'

The god of war was able to gather immense power in Sung JiHan and surpass the position of the administrator.

It was thanks to the Infinite Regression built by Asoka.

He was once the worst enemy.

But since he bowed his head and declared himself the god of war's servant, he has been more helpful than anyone else.

However...

'Even though we have regressed countless times together, I still can't understand his true intentions...'

The god of war successfully carried out all his planned actions in the past.

Although Dongbangsak possessed transcendent power and he couldn't directly confront him.

Because he had to seal the world tree, his range of action was limited.

So there were small variables in everything, but overall, they were within the god of war's grasp.

But, Asoka.

No.

"...Siddhartha. Your old name."

Asoka said with a calm face, uttering that name.

The god of war's eyes flashed.

Yes.

That expression, which he could never understand, was always a burden to him.

The sage of humanity who played with him.

In the end, he became his servant, receiving all sorts of golden orders.

But no matter how much time passed, he couldn't trust him.

Instead, he could only worry about when this guy would stab him in the back.

The red light in the god of war's eyes deepened.

"I recall our promise. Instead of delaying the destruction of humanity, you will move the shackles of time infinitely."

"When you became a transcendent being, the god of war promised to save humanity."

"Yes. I will keep the promise. If I become the permanent administrator, I will save humanity. I will extinguish all red flames."

"...Just your words are enough to be grateful."

"So, I believe you will not act recklessly. If our contract is broken, humanity will be annihilated."

The god of war made Asoka promise two, three times like that.

Asoka, the god of war's most difficult to control servant.

It was an action that appeared because there was a deep-rooted distrust towards him.

"I will receive the command."

And Asoka, in front of the god of war, kneeled down and bowed his head.

With a strange smile on his lips.

* * *

[In the beginner's arena, a record of 5 wins and 0 losses! Leading the human representative team, there is Yoon Sae-ah, who performs the role of a warrior.]

[Will this year be the time for intermediate races? It is known that there will be an evolution bonus in the tournament of Sung JiHan.]

[Asoka, the ruler of the throne, finishes every match in just 1 second.]

[The truth of Asoka? It encompasses all the gods of Indian mythology.]

For the past few days, the most talked-about topics in the world were the beginner's arena and the tournament of Sung JiHan.

At first, the beginner's arena, which could provide evolution bonuses to humanity, received more attention. However, as Asoka finished each match in a flash, people's curiosity about who this person was grew.

"Ah, I wanted to watch Uncle's match today. It's unfortunate that it's scheduled at the same time as the beginner's arena."

"Just finish quickly and come back to watch."

"But isn't it over as soon as the Front Wheel King flashes?"

Now, Yoon Sae-ah no longer called Asoka by his name.

"Are you praising the Front Wheel King?"

"Yes. Uncle said it's related to Buddhism. But the Buddha... I don't think he would show off like that."

"Are you asking if I'm praising you?"

"Really? Why?"

"Just a feeling."

"Oh, did Uncle's intuition kick in?"

Having witnessed how accurate Sung JiHan's intuition was, Yoon Sae-ah widened her eyes upon hearing those words.

The person who rolls the terrifying skull chariot is the Buddha.

"But JiHan, have you found a way to deal with the flashing? What will you do if your hand is taken away?"

"You're right. Come to think of it, whether it's the Buddha or the Front Wheel King, it's not important. What if we send Uncle back to when he was a baby?"

Asoka's time reversal, which sends the opponent back to the time of their birth.

In the overwhelming power that had always resulted in a 1-second cut, they had to find a way to resist.

"Well, I've been researching countermeasures in the training room."

"Oh, so you've already come up with a plan while going to Uncle's commentary?"

"Well, we can't just let our hand be taken away, can we?"

Although Asoka entered the tournament to experience defeat, Sung JiHan didn't just believe those words and prepared for the worst.

If he entered the match without any preparation and got hit by the time reversal, it would be a big problem.

"Through the Hwagwang Banjo, we resist the time reversal."

Sung JiHan still didn't fully understand the Hwagwang Banjo, which was a mysterious martial art technique.

But Sung JiHan realized that the Hwagwang Banjo could be a means to resist Asoka's power when he saw Asoka's ability.

Of course.

"But this is just a feeling without any evidence."

The "feeling" that had always shown Sung JiHan the way to survive.

The intuition that had saved him several times before was now telling him that the Hwagwang Banjo could be the key to resisting Asoka's power.

At that moment.

Ziiiiing...

"You will soon be summoned to the Space Arena."

A message window appeared in front of Sung JiHan.

Is it starting now?

"I'm going. Sae-ah, continue your winning streak."

"Yes, Uncle~ Don't ask the opponent directly, but try to poke them well~"

In other words, figure out the opponent's identity by skillfully turning the conversation.

Flash!

After the message window disappeared, Sung JiHan was summoned to the Space Arena.

Inside the spacious stadium.

On the other side, Asoka, the winner of the tournament, was silently watching Sung JiHan.

"To him, even if I tell him, he'll probably figure it out anyway."

As soon as he saw the opponent, Sung JiHan had a hunch about it.

"Asoka, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead and ask."

"Your identity... are you a Buddha?"

I just asked straightforwardly.

- No, this is too direct lol.

- Asoka = going to become a Buddha?

- No, I don't think so...

- Seriously, a Hindu god.

In response to Sung JiHan's words, the chat room of humanity exploded with reactions.

Asoka smirked slightly and replied to him.

"Not really."

"Are you sure?"

"I have no reason to lie to you."

- Yeah, he's displaying a skull like a Buddha lol.

- Let's talk about the remaining list now.

- Shiva god.

- Gods are not like that, they should be human.

- Let's go to Rama.

Upon hearing Asoka's response, Sung JiHan narrowed his eyes.

Seeing him talk about enlightenment, I thought there was definitely a connection to Buddhism...

"So, is it Hinduism then? Or Jainism?"

"None of those. I am not someone who is worshipped like that. Yes, as Asoka the king, I would have been the most respected."

"But even before Asoka, you were definitely active, right?"

"Do you want to hear my previous name?"

"Well, satisfy my curiosity a bit. Right now, 6 billion people are curious about your identity."

"You must have instigated it."

Well, that's true.

Asoka looked at Sung JiHan like that and smiled mischievously.

"If you're so curious about my name, I'll tell you."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. Until your curiosity is satisfied, I won't use Extermination."

With that, Asoka opened his mouth.

"But before that, let me ask you something. Do you know the original name of Buddha?"

"That..."

Before Sung JiHan could think, a name kept appearing in the chat room.

- It's Sariputra.

- Saribul, yes.

- But aren't there multiple Buddhas? Like Amitabha Buddha and Maitreya Buddha.

- Still, the founder of Buddhism is Sariputra.

Sariputra.

That was the name of the person who founded Buddhism.

"...It's Sariputra."

Upon hearing that name, Asoka smiled deeply.

"Yes. The original name of Buddha is Sariputra. I have no connection to 'Gautama Siddhartha' at all."

"Gautama Siddhartha... is that your name?"

"Yes. It's not very famous. Asoka, the name of the later generations, became much more well-known."

Swoosh.

With that, Asoka pointed his finger towards the direction of the chat room.

"Don't people know that as well?"

Just as he said.

-Gotama Siddhartha?

-Who is that? I searched but didn't find anything special.

-There must be a reason for using the name Ashoka.

-Well, haha, I thought I should use a more famous name.

The viewers reacted as if they were hearing this name for the first time.

"Hmm. I thought a great name would come out because of his power."

In response to Sung JiHan's words, Ashoka laughed deeply.

"The name Siddhartha disappointed you. Just call me Ashoka."

"Well, I'm not disappointed... I got it. I'll call you that."

"Now that your curiosity is satisfied."

Ashoka pointed to Sung JiHan's right hand with her finger.

"It's my turn to write your demise."

* * *

Near the Tower of Gold.

"Dongbangsak, why is your expression so stiff?"

Pitia asked, puzzled, as she saw Dongbangsak's face contort.

"...It's nothing, really."

"The old man's face only shows wrinkles when he frowns. What are you looking at? Ah, you're watching Ashoka and Sung JiHan fight. I was watching too."

Dongbangsak pretended to be calm on the surface in response to Pitia's teasing.

"Seeing Ashoka's power, I thought there would be a great name hidden. But it was more bland than I thought. Right? Gotama Siddhartha. I've never heard that name before."

"...I see."

"I actually thought he was Sariputra, as Sung JiHan first mentioned."

"Is that what he meant?"

"Yeah. I thought he would have to be at least a Buddha to use such an absurd power."

Dongbangsak acted nonchalant in response to Pitia's rambling.

'Buddha's disciple, Sariputra...'

Deep inside, he was trying hard to hide his mixed feelings.

'The glory of the founder of Buddhism, which will forever shine in the history of humanity, has returned to his disciples, not himself.'

When Siddhartha talked about his disciples, Sariputra, whom he called the foremost in wisdom.

But he was merely a disciple of Siddhartha.

But he became the founder of Buddhism.

And the name of Gotama Siddhartha disappeared from history, leaving no trace.

'It must have meant giving up the path of the Buddha, vowing not to understand... But I didn't expect your name to disappear without a trace like this. I feel sorry for you.'

Siddhartha, who thwarted all of his plans, made him decide on his last resort.

Although history couldn't record all of his efforts.

He thought he could at least engrave a few characters of his glorious name.

But no one remembered him as if his name never existed.

Although it was very different from reality, his own name, 'Taegongmang Gangsang,' remained in the book.

'But you seem unaffected.'

Even though the glory of the founder was taken away by his disciple, and no one knew his name.

Ashoka didn't care about any of that and only pursued Sung JiHan's hand that would use the demise.

An attitude of doing what was given to her, something only she could do.

Watching her, Dongbangsak remembered Gusejemin, whom he had made a vow with.

'...I will keep my vow too.'

Dongbangsak looked up at the sky of Tuseong.

The immovable Mugu of the seat, emitting a sinister energy.

Devices that stored power while the gods were in infinite regression.

Dongbangsak's eyes sank deeply.

'I will definitely bring down this sky with my sword.'