On Hiatus: God's Personal Reasons-Chapter 230: #Special Blockbuster Space God II

The movie’s finale showed Yu Il-Shin commanding Ragnarok, a catastrophe that’d claim hundreds of millions of innocent lives.

“Crushing... Forefinger...of God...”

Click! Swoosh!

Even inanimate objects yielded to the supreme god’s command, crashing helplessly to the ground. In the end, not a single missile exploded. Humanity was saved, but Yu Il-Shin himself was in an extremely critical condition. He’d fallen unconscious right after using his ability.

“Waaah! Lord Yu Il-Shin! Please don’t die! Please take Il-Ho’s life instead!”

“Hey! Wake up! Healer! Are there any Healers around?”

“Step aside, Ms. Mi-Na! Let me try the High Potion from the Hunter Shop!”

“Mr. Kang Woo! Quick, please!”

Surrounded by his faithful followers, Yu Il-Shin was whisked off somewhere.

Thus, Earth and the Great Cosmic Empire were saved by the valiant Warrior Il-Ho and the great and merciful God Yu Il-Shin.

<The End>

Bambababa! Bambababa! Talalala~♬

The movie ended, and the credit rolled with a magnificent soundtrack.

Space God II: Vicious Insect Lord

Director: Filtekus Chikiria

Lead Actor and Hero: Il-Ho

Lead Actor and Heroine(?): Yu Il-Shin

Demon God: Emperor

Other Followers: Choi Bong-Shik, Sung Mi-Na, Sung Mi-Ri, Sword Demon, Kang Woo, Yoo Shin-Ja, Chae Seong-Yeon, Ko Sa-Deuk, Choi Kang-San, Shin Yoo, Jeanne Lehman, Allohym and elves...

As the credit roll came to an end, a cute, two-head-tall Queen Esméralda, rocking an octopus hairdo, winked at the audience as she held up a large panel.

There is BTS[1] footage for this movie. Please stay to watch it~ >.<!

***

Whip whip!

Titles from news articles posted from all around the world flashed across the screen.

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Who is Yu Il-Shin? A savior of the world? Or another Despair Dragon?

President Avanka Ronald of America resigns from position, taking responsibility for the use of Ragnarok!

SSS-rank Hunter Royce resurrects and appears at the UN General Assembly with a new elf representative, Allohym!

Religious communities from across the globe issue statements on Yu Il-Shin, calling him a god’s reincarnation and an evil manifestation that deludes the world!

A so-called Beggar God Sect was established in China, worshipping Yu Il-Shin as their god!

Yu Il-Shin disappeared without a trace after the Hunter War, and death speculations are circulating!

SSS-rank monster Ant Emperor that appeared at the colosseum during Hunter War found on the banks of Nile River, a miraculous survival! Scientists theorize a massive spatial shift, like the elven portal, had occurred just before the flames exploded...

***

Swoosh!

In the lobby of a high-end boutique hotel in South Korea, a young man with gorgeous blond hair appeared out of nowhere, rocking a pair of branded sunglasses.

However, instead of being surprised, the hotel manager and staff bowed politely at him. They had been expecting him.

“Welcome, Steve Choi.”

Indeed, he was none other than Steve Choi, the S-rank Spatial-type Hunter. Although Yu Il-Shin and Ant Emperor’s impact was far too strong, his stocks continued to soar ever since the Hunter War. Moreover, he even topped the list of South Korea’s most desirable men! The way the female hotel employees blushed while stealing glances at him proved just that.

“This way. The VIP is waiting for you.”

Choi Bong-Shik winked at them, and faint swoons were heard from behind.

“Kyaaa! He’s so handsome! He looks so much better in person!”

Puffing his chest up, Choi Bong-Shik trotted off after the general manager.

The finest suite in the finest hotel, with a beauty waiting for him! However, unlike the female employees, she gave him an icy glare as he approached.

Sss—

Instead of the broken Dragon Slayer, she had another greatsword strapped on her back. She looked just like a strong female warrior in a certain sci-fi movie. The woman was the French SS-rank Hunter, Jeanne Lehman.

“Are you alone, Steve Choi?”

Steve Choi gulped dryly.

As expected of a war veteran and the third strongest Hunter in the world, her aura was overwhelming and intimidating. Just then, Sam-Shin and Seong-Yeon peeked out from behind him.

“H-hello?”

“Des...troy?”

Choi Bong-Shik was flustered. The moment Jeanne Lehman saw the two children, her icy glare melted—like Antarctica taking a vacation in the tropics!

“Waaah! Sam-Shin, here you are! And you’re Seong-Yeon, right? I’m so glad to see you!”

“Uncle said that he’d give us delicious food if we came along...”

“Of course! I've called for room service! Please set it up!” Jeanne Lehman signalled the general manager and carts of desserts were pushed into the room.

Seong-Yeon beamed at the sweets, squealing in delight. “Waaaah! Uncle Sam-Shin, look! The cookies are piled into a mountain!”

“Des...troy!”

Soon, a fun cookie party began. Sam-Shin busily stuffed himself with the cookies, while Jeanne Lehman wiped the cream off his mouth. Then, she handed him a tasty-looking, tall parfait.

“Hehe, Sam-Shin. Would you like to try this too?”

Nodding vigorously, Sam-Shin exclaimed, “Des...troy!”

With a greedy gulp, Choi Bong-Shik reached for the nearby tiramisu.

That looks delicious! Let me have a taste, too!

He hadn’t had any proper meal because he’d been running errands since the morning for Jeanne Lehman and the two brats.

“What are you doing?”

Choi Bong-Shik flinched at the sudden murderous intent. It felt like both Jeanne Lehman and Sam-Shin would devour him if he touched the tiramisu.

“You can return now that your job is done, Steve Choi.”

“Des...troy!”

He sniffled, saddened by their attitude.

***

At a certain part of Incheon, where construction had been ongoing for a while, Sword Demon contemplatively stared off into the distance.

Back then, Choi Bong-Shik’s appearance made him feel threatened, but thankfully, the hierarchy had been sorted out in no time. However, just as he thought that his position as Sword God’s number one subordinate was secure...

“Muscles a million and two! Muscles a million and three!”

Another threat had appeared!

A three-head-tall bald youth was in the middle of training, soaked in sweat. Keep in mind he wasn’t using any ordinary training equipment, but a building that had been permitted to be removed!

Ruuuumble!

That crazy gym rat was using the building like a dumbbell, working on his deadlifts—and with a single arm!

Then, The young man put the building down.

Baaam!

“Phew. Still not enough weight. Dumbbell sword, how I miss you...” Il-Ho looked sorrowfully at his wrecked dumbbell sword.

Sword Demon bit his nails anxiously. Sword God suddenly appeared, warming up his body. Sword Demon quickly bowed.

“Greetings, Mr. Sword God!”

However, Sword God—or rather Yi-Shin—didn’t even look his way. He stared at Il-Ho, who was drenched in Bacchus-F-colored sweat.

“Il-Ho, there you are. Let’s spar.”

“Ooh! I’m always ready!” Il-Ho’s eyes sparkled as he flexed his muscles. “Haaaa! Muuuuscles!”

Kwaaaa!

“Argh!”

Sword Demon retreated from the tremendous momentum in astonishment.

Il-Ho’s muscles and bald head emanated a blinding golden brilliance. Yi-Shin raised Demon Lord, readying himself.

“Hmph! I can grow even stronger. Just you wait, I’ll surpass that damned emperor, the main body bastard, and even the War God!”

“Kekeke! That’s a great attitude! But Other Lord Yu Il-Shin, why don’t we do the Ultimate Muscle Fusion today?”

“...Enough of that!”

Bam bam bam!

Then, a godly duel that would shake the heavens and earth unfolded.

Darn it! That crazy muscle pig! He’s hogging Sword God all to himself!

As he watched them, Sword Demon swung his sword, determined not to lose to Il-Ho.

One day, me too...!

***

A scruffy man in a bucket hat and pink training suit was fishing by the Han River. Next to him, a middle-aged man in an office suit dug into his lunchbox. Such an odd combination it was.

I turned to my editor, asking, “How does it taste?”

“Delicious.”

“Are you not going to offer me a bite?”

“Buy one yourself. Aren’t you rich?”

“I’m dirt poor.”

“Still, you can rake in riches wherever you go now. I heard rumors that you were offered ten trillion dollars?”

“First time I’m hearing that.”

Editor-in-charge pointed at my fishing rod and asked, “I’ve been meaning to ask, what’s with the hookless fishing rod? Cosplaying Jiang Ziya, or just fishing for time? You look pretty shabby?”

“...Mr. Editor—or rather hyung, my life senior. I’ve also been meaning to ask.”

“Go ahead.”

I thought of the emperor. The spectators he’d supposedly killed were miraculously alive. I was faintly aware of it, but I couldn’t suppress the bittersweet emotions. Dragged into the hellish Tutorial and was forced to commit atrocities, he eventually became a god. In contrast, I just happened to become one because God-Maker fell into my hands. What was the difference between us?

“What is life?”

My editor furrowed his brow, but quickly regained his composure. As a veteran, he had a decade of experience taking care of fussy writers like me.

“Mr. Yu, it seems that you’re quite troubled. Don’t overthink it. Life is...”

“L-life is?”

With a serious look, he held out his chopsticks. “A boiled egg. Would you like a bite?”

“Hahaha!” I couldn’t help but burst out laughing, and he laughed as well.

“What a 20th-century joke! I think you’ll be promoted to a department head soon.”

“Twentieth...century? Was it my imagination, or did you just insult me, Mr. Yu?”

“No, you misunderstand.”

“I’m so sad. Did you forget who prayed fervently first when a certain someone cried and begged everyone to believe in him?”

“Like I said, you misunderstand!”

“Mr. Yu, you’re also a 20th-century writer.”

“What? You!”

“‘You’? I’m older, you punk! I raised you so well, yet you’re not the least bit grateful!”

“What do you mean ‘raise’! I grew up alone!”

We were back to our usual squabbling. A grown man and a middle-aged man bickering childishly was always a little pathetic and funny sight.

“Are you not going to fix that face?” my editor asked, looking at my face, which still bore the hideous burnt marks.

These were the scars left by the emperor’s flames.

“Yeah, I’m going to keep them for the time being.”

I just didn’t want to erase it yet. As embarrassing as it sounded, it was my way of showing tribute for the emperor. I’d be the only person in this world who’d remember him as a human, and not the SSS-rank monster Emperor Ant, the next catastrophe after the Despair Dragon.

Both my editor and myself sat in silence for the next hour.

Sss—

Suddenly, unidentifiable weeds grew around me, and flowers bloomed in the next moment, fluttering shyly.

The birds in the sky gathered around me, fascinated at the new sight. Shocked, they bowed their heads politely.

Flap flap!

Even though my fishing rod was hookless, schools of fish, including crucian carps and

Though my fishing rod did not have any hook, schools of fishes—crucian carps and carps as large as my forearm—darted about in the water near me, as if urging me to eat them.

“Wow, look at that!”

“W-what’s that?”

The spectacular sight started to draw attention from passersby. I couldn’t stay here any longer. I returned the darting fish to the river, and was about to keep my fishing rod when my editor suddenly recalled something.

“Oh, right! I forgot to mention that I have some good news for you!”

“Good news?”

1. BTS here means Behind The Scene and not that BTS ☜