I Became the Guild Leader in Exile

92 – 3# Niflheim(5)

The western gentleman.

Beings that can be called the source of monsters and calamities, accompanying the end. Capturing the Sealed God is not the issue. However, the real problem is the time it takes to get there.

According to the outside world’s standards, it would take at least a year to reach the place where the Sealed God is. No matter how you look at it, leaving his position empty for over a year is a problem that was never part of his plan.

Isaac sat down and thought slowly. How could he escape from here as quickly as possible? First, he thought about Helen’s power, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t kill himself.

That was the conclusion he came to after experimenting for about an hour. Isaac let out a sigh. To think that his plan had gone awry like this. Helen, who was beside him, looked at him with a worried expression and said,

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s all because of me…”

“No, you don’t have to apologize. It’s my fault.”

If only he had prepared for other methods as well. He had trusted the original story too much. But regretting it now wouldn’t change the situation.

“What we need to do now is to move.”

In the worst-case scenario, it could take over a year. But they couldn’t just stay there doing nothing. Isaac stood up, determined to escape from Niflheim with Helen.

And, as expected, the undead creatures that Helen had created blocked their path. Isaac clicked his tongue. It seemed that the laws of this world, created by Odin, were in effect.

“What do we do?”

“We’ll just have to force our way through.”

Isaac raised his fist. The undead creatures, sensing Isaac’s energy, rushed towards them. But Isaac didn’t back down. Instead, he confronted them head-on.

Quaang! Quaang!

He didn’t feel any guilt. In a way, those creatures were also victims of Odin’s scheme. But unfortunately, there was no way to save them now. What could he do?

The answer was simple.

He would take revenge on Odin by crushing those creatures with his fists. That was the best revenge he could take for now. It was a condolence for them. Isaac knew that.

“Helen, follow me closely!”

“Yes, yes!!”

Helen followed Isaac without hesitation, but the undead creatures chased after them relentlessly, as if they would never let her go.

[Resentment… Hatred…]

[You… I… Hate…]

[Why… Me…]

The voices of the undead creatures, filled with resentment, pierced Helen’s ears. Helen’s eyes seemed to be on the verge of tears. Did I, did I make them like this? Do I have the right to?

It didn’t matter.

Victim or not.

The bloodstains on his hands wouldn’t disappear.

It would be better… if he received judgment here…

Just then, Helen’s grip on Isaac’s collar loosened. Isaac grabbed her hand tightly. Helen looked at him in surprise.

“Why do you have to receive judgment? The one who should receive judgment is someone else.”

Isaac wasn’t saying that Helen was right. But fundamentally, wasn’t there someone who had created this situation, this terrible hell? The god of law, Odin. Yes, he was the biggest problem.

But why did the victims have to judge each other and receive judgment? Was it right to judge the victims who had suffered together, while the real culprit went free?

Isaac’s gaze, burning like flames, turned towards the undead creatures. They had lost everything and were left with only remnants, but instinctively, he felt the enormity of his own power.

“I understand all of your resentment and hatred.”

Each of them had their own reasons, but in the end, they were all sinners who had disobeyed Odin and fallen to this place. It was hard to call them sinners, but from their perspective, both parties were similar.

Odin or the executioner who had carried out Odin’s orders. But Isaac, who knew everything, had no choice but to make this decision. However, he didn’t intend to end it here.

“Leave everything to me. I’ll take revenge on the real sinner on your behalf.”

Isaac declared in front of the undead creatures. He would punish Odin, who had created this hell and sent them to this place. Originally, the undead creatures wouldn’t have reacted to his voice.

They were existence-less undead creatures.

They were nothing more than puppets that followed the laws of the world. But the flames in Isaac’s voice awakened their frozen hearts.

Finally.

The vengeful spirits began to burn fiercely.

* * *

The sudden battle between Gideon and the law enforcement agency was even beyond Odin’s expectations. However, Odin couldn’t just sit back and take it, so he prepared to counterattack immediately.

Zik utilized all the information he knew to the fullest. First, the first-ranked White Knight, Tor, was someone even Zik himself couldn’t handle with his own strength. Unfortunately, that was a bitter truth.

No matter how hard he flew or struggled, the power gap between Tor and himself was something Zik knew all too well. Unless he had a master, he would have to rely on Asterios and Tiphole, the two of them, to take him on.

“Then, what’s left is the second and third-ranked White Knights, I suppose.”

Zik also knew about the third-ranked White Knight, Tyr’s, military prowess. While it was certainly formidable, it wasn’t unbeatable. The biggest problem was the second-ranked one.

Of course, he wasn’t as strong as the first-ranked Tor, but in the worst-case scenario, his power was comparable. The possibility of the tide of the battle being greatly influenced by just two people was also high. Zik frowned.

“I don’t know the extent of the second-ranked one’s power.”

Furthermore, for some reason, the first-ranked Tor had yet to make an appearance. Why was that? If Tor showed up, it would be a disaster, no matter what.

“You’re making a fool of yourself. You’re just a human child.”

Odin’s reason for not sending out Tor was simple. It was to prove the overwhelming power of the law enforcement agency to everyone. Of course, if Tor were sent out, it would be easy to win.

However, that wasn’t the case.

Tor was the strongest power the law enforcement agency had cultivated so far, preparing for the end. On the other hand, what about the opponent’s power? Could Gideon’s 100% power be compared to that?

No.

While the Iron Shield and its allies had immense power, if all the guilds in Gideon combined their strength, it would be a different story altogether.

In such a situation, if the law enforcement agency mobilized its power and crushed the opponent, it would be ridiculed. In war, what’s the use of ridicule?

To the gods, it was that important. So, Odin was also planning to use about 50% of his power to attack the Iron Shield, and the probability of success was quite high.

The law enforcement agency’s power was formidable, even without Tor.

The third-ranked White Knight, Tyr.

The god of war, with his name, led the holy knights and attacked the Iron Shield. Zik felt relieved that Tor hadn’t appeared, but he didn’t let his guard down.

He didn’t know when or where Tor would pop out. Thanks to that, it became a constraint. He had to keep Asterios and Tiphole in reserve, preparing for when Tor would appear.

Finally, Zik’s sword clashed with Tyr’s. The sound of metal ringing out echoed, and Zik’s body was pushed back greatly. Zik gritted his teeth. The sword was lighter than he thought.

“Can that kid really block my sword?”

On the other hand, Tyr was looking at Zik, who had blocked his sword, with admiration. He knew Gideon’s growth was rapid, but he didn’t expect a kid like that to block his sword.

The third-ranked White Knight, Tyr.

Although he didn’t have the image of being as strong as Tor, within the law enforcement agency, there were few knights who could easily block Tyr’s sword. That’s why he was called the third-ranked.

“This is nothing!”

Zik increased his speed. In the air, Zik’s and Tyr’s swords clashed. Although he was being pushed back slowly, the fact that he could keep up with Tyr’s speed was already remarkable.

However, Zik wasn’t satisfied with that. With the master absent, he had to protect the guild and avenge the master’s honor.

He was willing to risk his life for that. Zik’s determination was palpable. Tyr also began to unleash his full power. The onlookers could only watch from below.

“Five years? That kid has become that strong?”

“That’s why they say young blood is fearsome.”

Asterios and Tiphole watched the battle, still tense. They knew about Tor’s existence through Zik. And just as the battle was about to end…

Kwa-a-a-ang!!

A sudden explosion resounded across the battlefield. In the midst of everyone’s confusion, only Zik could clearly see the one he had been waiting for.

“Master!!”

The existence of Isaac Silverteir.