I Became the Guild Leader in Exile - I Became the Guild Leader in Exile chapter 71

71 – 13# Hades Guild (6)

Finally.

She had escaped death.

A smile spread across Persephone’s lips. It wasn’t just a simple smile. Her body was now trembling with excitement and fervor. This was what it meant to be a hero.

Tanatos, the strongest being in the world, was said to be able to move mountains and hold up the sky with ease. His other name was the Will of Death.

From the moment he overcame Thanatos. He could no longer be called human. Hero. No, he had become something beyond that, and he could sense it. That’s right, this is what Zeus said….

[You’ll also come to believe in humans.]

[What a ridiculous thing to say. Not me?]

[You’ll find out when you see it.]

He declared that it wouldn’t happen.

She was the queen of the underworld, where the souls of the dead all gathered. And there, she had seen countless humans. Naturally, there were heroes among them.

[I, I died?!]

[That’s impossible! I couldn’t have died!]

[Forgive me! I was wrong!]

Even the heroes of the underworld mostly succumbed to the fear of death, confessing their sins and begging for mercy. Of course, there were those who didn’t succumb, but…

It’s not something that can be satisfied with just that.

A true hero…

Shouldn’t they be able to overcome even death?

However, such a thing had never happened before. Death was an absolute thing for life. If one could transcend death, they were no longer a hero, but close to a god.

So, she didn’t have expectations for humans. She knew it was impossible from the start. But right now, a hero had appeared in a place she didn’t expect.

“It’s you.”

The scythe began to resonate, taking on a dark, ominous aura once again. It was as if it was responding to her excited emotions. Just looking at it with her eyes made her feel a sense of trepidation. Death itself.

“…….”

But despite having that ominous aura right in front of him, Isaac didn’t flinch. For some reason, he was reminded of the past, when he used to hold a camera on the battlefield.

Why did he hold a camera?

Why did he take that difficult path?

He still remembered the reason.

And…

He felt the same way now as he did back then.

“It’s not anyone else. It’s a path I’ve chosen with my own will.”

Even if others laughed at him or ignored him.

It didn’t matter.

Because it was a path he had chosen.

Persephone was the first to make a move, her scythe slicing through the air with a wicked smile, aiming precisely for his neck. Unfortunately, she couldn’t harvest it.

“Let’s take it slow. We have plenty of time.”

“Great!!”

In that brief moment of collision, it was clear that the guy who had overcome death and become stronger was on a completely different level from before. This was what I had been waiting for.

Someone who could even transcend death.

A true hero.

Persephone swung her scythe like a blunt instrument, striking Isaac’s shoulder. Isaac stumbled backward from the force, and in that opening, she swung her scythe again.

“The proficiency of the scythe is unimaginably high.”

No wonder she was considered a goddess. In fact, the scythe was a very difficult weapon to use in combat. But Persephone was mitigating the penalty with her proficiency.

“Then let’s go with close combat.”

Unlike the spear, which was mainly used for thrusting, the scythe was primarily used for slashing. In close quarters, it would become severely weakened, unlike the spear. She knew that.

Isaac quickly closed the distance. It was a fact that anyone with a bit of experience would know, but it was surprisingly difficult to put into practice. It was because of the aura of death that the scythe possessed.

As long as one is alive, fear of death is inevitable. Even if one is a brave warrior, it’s impossible to remain calm in the face of death. It’s an instinct that can’t be helped.

Who would genuinely want to die?

It’s just that the situation forces them to.

But Isaac was different. In the realm of the dead, where death itself reigns. Isaac, who had broken through the gates of the underworld and returned to reality, would not be defeated by mere instincts.

“This is not difficult, is it?”

Shall we raise the difficulty level a bit?

Persephone smiled and swung her scythe, which didn’t belong in battle, but it didn’t fall to the ground and instead vanished. Isaac tilted his head and said,

“Surrender?”

“There’s no way that’s possible.”

“……Hmph!!”

Just as he finished speaking, a sharp blade fell from the sky and pierced Isaac’s shoulder. The blade, like a living predator, dug deeper into his flesh.

However, Isaac didn’t just stand there and watch. He immediately reached out and pulled out the blade stuck in his shoulder with sheer force. It was a rectangular-shaped blade.

“What’s this……?”

“This is my favorite blade. Or should I say, the guillotine?”

“……That’s right, this is your full power.”

It wasn’t just limited to a single scythe. Countless guillotines hung in the sky, threatening the condemned. Each one possessed a power close to being fatal.

It was only because Isaac was Isaac that he didn’t get cut. Even heroes, and even the gods’ own hands, could be severed by this blade. And there were over a hundred of them.

Even Gideon, known as the mad bull and a top hero, would be no match. The queen of the southern lands, who ruled with an iron fist, would also be intimidated by this blade of death. But Isaac faced it calmly.

“I’ll shatter it head-on.”

Family enemy. Family threat.

As the guild leader, Isaac was like a father figure to all his family members. He couldn’t just avoid the threat. Instead, he had to stand at the forefront and become a shield.

That was Isaac’s creed.

The guillotine blades falling from the sky, like divine punishment. Isaac didn’t dodge. He punched them all head-on and shattered them, and everyone witnessed it.

The blades falling from the sky.

It was as if it was a divine punishment.

Then.

He shattered that punishment head-on.

What kind of man was he?

The blade of god, shattered by his fist, without an inch of retreat. His stance, with both feet planted firmly, was truly that of a shield.

“I want to give you more trials.”

It was enjoyable. My thoughts were wrong, but that’s what made it so enjoyable! However, he couldn’t continue to feel this joy. The limits were approaching.

Divine manifestation.

The ultimate power that temporarily granted godhood to the vessel through authority. However, that meant that if he didn’t do so, he wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

This was proof that Persephone, the vessel, could no longer endure. If they continued to stall, they might win. But would they be satisfied with that? Isaac answered.

“There’s no way that’s possible.”

If he decided, he would do it decisively. Would he acknowledge such an ambiguous result? Isaac, who had made up his mind, reached for the sword at his waist. It was a very small opening, but.

Thanks to that, he was finally able to grasp the hilt. And in the moment Isaac grasped the hilt, she sensed it. No, she felt it instinctively.

“That’s the real deal.”

Like an excited woman’s voice. Her hand was instantly soaked with sweat. Was I tense? Was I, of all people, tense? She burst out laughing and clenched her fist tightly.

“What’s wrong with that?! That’s how it should be! Can we really end it here?!!”

Ambiguous endings that are limited by time. At least, the parties involved do not want that. Even if one of them completely disappears in this place, they want a clear conclusion!

In the end, what was grasped in her hand was a two-pronged sword shining with a purple light. It’s unclear when it appeared. It was just there when she came to her senses.

Not a scythe, nor a guillotine.

It’s just a matter of personal taste.

This was created to prepare for a great war in the future. Even gods find it too burdensome to wield. Yet, they brought it out against a mere human.

The bifurcated sword tip.

Its meaning is the crossroads of life and death.

Bident

Bident

The realm of the dead does not simply mean death. The ruler of the realm of the dead governs death while also granting the revival that can escape death. They are the only ones who can do so.

Death and revival.

The weight of the sword, which bore the meaning of life and death, was directed at Isaac. However, Isaac calmly drew his sword. He knew the opponent was overwhelmingly strong. But there was no change.

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“From the beginning, I only wanted one thing.”

To protect my family.

And this is where my family is.

So, I’ll protect them.

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Blood-stained mountains and rivers

There is no complicated faith or grand justice. Only a pure will, which contains the weight of life and death, is engraved on the sword tip. Finally, it reached Persephone’s heart.

“…You’re amazing. With this, we can protect the world.”

She broke her promise and brought out the divine Bident. In the end, she was defeated in a head-on confrontation. At that moment, she finally acknowledged humans.

However, Isaac responded to Persephone’s murmurs, which were filled with despair.

“It’s not for the world.”

It’s for my family.