The Martial God who Regressed Back to Level 2 Novel

Chapter 422

"Oh, I didn't expect you to come so quickly."

"...Are you really planning to break the training ground as a content?"

"Yes."

Sung JiHan nodded to the observant owner of the arena and spoke to the viewers.

"Everyone, there's no need to continue the content as soon as the broadcast starts. We'll end it here for today."

While looking at Sung JiHan, who turned off the battle tube in one stroke, the owner of the arena said a word.

"To not continue the original content just because the objective was achieved... You'll ruin the channel like that."

"Then why did you call me?"

"I used Extermination against a Cardinal this time..."

"I saw it too. The power of the Red Administrator, it showed up after a long time."

"That video was uploaded just 10 minutes ago... I didn't expect the 4th-ranked Void to watch it."

"He's such a cautious person."

If he watched the broadcast, there was no need for a long explanation.

"Using Extermination has raised much more attention than when I obtained the Red Hand. If I leave it like this, the existence from another world will invade Earth."

"Originally, we can't obtain information about the newbies in the Battle Net League... But that doesn't mean it's impossible."

There's no such thing as perfect security in the world.

If it's not impossible for information leakage as the owner of the arena said, they had to assume that it would happen and prepare for the future.

"I want to avoid the situation where the Administrator's hand is aimed at Earth and extraterrestrials invade. So, I need a battlefield outside of Earth..."

"You want me to provide a battlefield."

"Huh."

"I can provide as many fighting places as you want. However..."

Hmph.

Under the hood, the owner of the arena's eyes looked at Sung JiHan's right arm.

"If you want to call extraterrestrial players to the battlefield, you have to wager that hand as a prize."

"I guess so."

"If you dislocate your arm in your current state, it will be quite a blow... Can you handle it? If you're unlucky, you might die."

The hand that was listening to these words had an immediate negative reaction.

[Main body. Don't force it. Even if it's a Great Cardinal, they can't invade Earth that easily. If they invade, can't we just burn Earth? Before they take away our resources.]

The hand that already classified humanity on Earth as resources for the Red Administrator.

Sung JiHan roughly matched his understanding.

'If I ignite the Holy Flame, I might be able to recover the resources, but what if I receive a strong preemptive strike? If it's a Great Cardinal, they might have the ability to inflict devastating damage on a planet.'

[That's true, but the penalty is too severe.]

'In order to become a permanent Administrator, I have to take risks. Until humanity evolves, I have to attract their attention.'

[...Understood. I will follow the main body's will.]

The true goal of the Red Administrator, 'Permanent Administrator'.

When it was mentioned, the administrator obediently followed Sung JiHan's words.

"I will participate in person, so please provide the battlefield."

"Understood. Then, I will quickly prepare the stage."

As Sung JiHan's response came.

Ziiiiing......

The owner of the arena, who began preparing a special stage in the Space Arena.

"For the game type, let's have a tournament. It would be good to have the winner fight against Sung JiHan... "

"The map will be based on the Space Arena... and the participating players should be at least a minimum of a Bishop. Are you planning to include a Great Bishop as well, Sung JiHan?"

"Well, it's better to fight there than for the Great Bishop to come here."

"Then, if we include the Great Bishop... ah."

The screen appeared and disappeared several times, and the owner of the arena, who was setting up the stage, suddenly stopped at one point.

"Sung JiHan, there's a problem."

"What's the problem?"

"The Challenger League is still at -9. In order to invite the Great Bishop, we need to reach at least Challenger -5."

"Ah, we haven't started running the Challenger games yet, so that's why."

After the battle with Taegeuk's Manghon, while consolidating the power obtained at that time.

They hadn't been able to play a single Challenger game yet.

"Let's start it right away."

"Then, only up to Bishop level 8 can participate in the first tournament."

"If it's level 8, the participation rate will be low."

Even Pithia, who became groggy with one blow, was only at Bishop level 8.

Will the Bishops who saw this case actually participate?

Even if I try, I'll just end up breaking it.

One.

"Well... I'm confident it will be a big hit."

"Is that so?"

"Pithia was weak, that's why. They think they're different."

Beep. Beep beep.

After roughly setting up the arena, the owner of the arena entered into discussions about the details.

"The participation fee for the Bishops will be used as a top priority for constructing the battlefield."

"You're charging a participation fee?"

"Of course. Since the Red Hand is at stake as a prize, we need to charge an appropriate participation fee. The revenue related to this will be distributed fairly to you, Sung JiHan. Of course, after deducting the battlefield design costs."

"We'll be using the existing arena map, so the design cost won't be much."

"No. The maps where the high-ranking Bishops will fight need to be newly constructed each time."

As the opponent asked why the costs were so high and how the revenue and fees would be, they started a complicated discussion.

Even though she was ranked 4th in the Void Hierarchy, why is she personally explaining all this?

"I miss Ha Yeon. If this was guild business, she would have taken care of it for me."

Sung JiHan, who had entrusted the complicated contracts to Ha Yeon until now.

The longer the owner of the arena's explanation became, the more he missed her.

Listening with one ear and letting it go with the other, while conducting the negotiations.

"...Ah, and as for the tournament rewards, we can replace them with evolution bonuses."

"You mean you can give rewards in the form of racial evolution bonuses?"

"Yes."

The owner of the arena spoke with a story that couldn't be ignored in the end.

[Main body, it's an opportunity. Win the tournament and evolve to intermediate level quickly!]

Upon hearing that evolution bonuses would be given, the red-handed opponent, who had been negative about the tournament, became excited.

If humanity evolves to intermediate level, we'll burn everything to ashes and become the permanent administrators.

Sung JiHan calmly looked at the owner of the arena.

"This... seems like quite a generous offer, the racial evolution bonus."

"Generous? You have obtained the hand of the administrator, a treasure. It's only fair to receive appropriate compensation. Besides, Sung JiHan, aren't you risking your life for this?"

"Is that so?"

"Yes, please consider it as appropriate compensation."

Appropriate compensation.

In his opinion, it seemed like they were doing everything they could to evolve humanity.

"Come to think of it, this hand was also given in the arena...."

What is the true purpose of the Void faction?

Sung JiHan pondered for a moment, but it wasn't a question that could be answered immediately.

For now, they had to proceed with the negotiations.

"...Alright. I'll decide on the rewards when the time comes."

"Understood."

And so, he proceeded with the tournament, staking his own hand.

* * *

The next day.

-There's a Spring Seat Tournament being held in the arena this time? The prize is the red-handed one.

-The one who used the extermination?

-So, Sung JiHan is hosting it?

-Yes, he's staking his hand.

-Huh. What connection does the owner of the arena have? Even the previous broadcast....

When the announcement for the "Sung JiHan's First Seat Tournament" was posted on the BattleNet community, the community was abuzz.

-Did he use his hand before the location of the planet was discovered?

-But wouldn't they find it by doing that? If they ignore the tournament and just go in, it's over.

-It's faster for the outcome of the tournament to determine victory or defeat than finding the planet of humanity. Finding a beginner's planet isn't an easy task.

Although they quickly grasped Sung JiHan's intentions, it seemed that they were players who had experienced battles on BattleNet, as they were discussing.

-Even if they find the planet, if it's far from the central planets, it's a problem to go all the way there. The tournament is much better.

-That's right. Before reaching the planet of humanity, the owner of the hand will have changed.

-But the first tournament has a level 8 restriction... Wasn't the Seat of the Holy One who was swept away by the extermination also not level 8?

-Then who will participate? It's pointless to go out for no reason.

-The registration is already closed. The round of 256 will be announced soon.

"Already?"

Sung JiHan glanced at the BattleNet community posts written by foreign players and blinked.

"It's been a while since the notice was posted, and the registration deadline is approaching."

"Isn't the human race just an inferior species? The level 8 of those guys and the level 8 of the higher species' Holy Seat are different."

"Yeah, it seems easy if you can just avoid that one fatal blow, right?"

"The power of that sword isn't that impressive, is it?"

"Yeah, what can you do with that small thing anyway?"

"Besides, would level 8s be afraid of Sung JiHan, who is just a candidate for the Holy Seat? LOL"

"Even if they have the same level of Holy Seat, the difference in level seems to be quite significant depending on the species' ranking."

Sung JiHan read the additional posts on the community and understood why the registration closed so quickly.

The reason Pitya was defeated was because it was an unexpected extermination by a lower species, a human.

It would be a different story if it were them.

That's what they were thinking as they read.

"Well, we'll have to judge how much of a difference there is by watching the match."

While Sung JiHan was thinking that,

"Hey, the arena tournament bracket is out!"

A shadow rose from a corner of the living room, and the Shadow Queen displayed the screen to Sung JiHan.

"What's the point of looking at the bracket? We'll only face the winner. Do we need to watch?"

"Among the level 8 Holy Seats, it seems like all the famous ones participated. Shouldn't we prepare in advance?"

"Even if we look, we don't know any of the names anyway."

In the first place, what kind of people should there be among the Holy Seats from other worlds?

Sung JiHan thought that he only needed to see who would make it to the finals.

"Names that I know, huh..."

Sung JiHan frowned.

The Shadow Queen looked around the tournament's name.

She pointed to a spot with her finger.

"Here, wasn't this person a human?"

"Huh? Who?"

"Asoka."

"...He's participating?"

Sung JiHan's eyes widened slightly.

Asoka participating in a tournament with a red handprint.

Of course, he was a level 8 Holy Seat, but this was completely unexpected.

At that moment,

Buzz...

Sung JiHan's phone vibrated.

He usually didn't answer calls from unknown numbers.

"...This is the first time I've seen a number starting with 777."

The unusual number that was calling now seemed like something he should answer.

Thud.

He pressed the answer button.

"Sung JiHan. I have something important to discuss."

From within, Asoka's voice flowed out.