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Sword God From the Wrecked World - Chapter 33

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[Translator - Hestia]

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Chapter 33

“This is for you.”

Dojun looked at Choi Gang-su, who had shown up out of nowhere and was now handing him a long, steel case.

“…What’s this?”

“It’s from my father. Said it’s yours.”

Gang-su’s voice was soaked in irritation, and he looked just as curious as Dojun about whatever was inside the box.

Dojun figured he might as well open it and check.

The box was tightly sealed. Inside—was a sword.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

Gang-su exploded in profanity the moment he saw it.

“Wow. Just… I can’t! Are you serious right now? This is insane! He’s lost it!”

Clearly dumbfounded and on the edge of a meltdown, Gang-su fumed and huffed, digging his phone out of his pocket like it owed him money.

“Dad! Have you gone senile or what?!”

He was yelling into the phone—his father, Choi Cheol-gwan, on the receiving end—as if he had just been personally betrayed.

Watching this tantrum unfold, Dojun clicked his tongue and calmly picked up the sword from the case.

The sword was practically a textbook bastard sword. Around 130 centimeters in total length, weighing just over 2 kilograms, with a sword no wider than 3 centimeters.

The hilt was the perfect size for a one-handed grip, and the sword itself had been forged with a masterful edge—razor-sharp and incredibly firm, equally suited for cutting and thrusting.

Dojun, who understood swords more intimately than most understood their own names, could feel its value immediately.

He had been swinging wooden swords like toys since he could walk.

By the time he was eight, he was training with live swords. He’d spent a lifetime living—and dying—by the sword. A single grip was all he needed to judge a sword’s worth.

Despite being over 2 kilograms, the sword in Dojun’s hand felt almost weightless, thanks to its perfect balance.

If Choi Cheol-gwan had made this sword himself, then his craftsmanship was far more advanced than Dojun had previously estimated.

To put it simply—

‘He really put his heart into this.’

Not only was the sword crafted with care—it was just straight-up well-made.

“Hey! Take it!”

Still fuming from his call, Gang-su shoved the phone at Dojun.

He looked visibly irritated, his face red with frustration. His whole body language screamed ’I can’t believe I’m part of this.’

“Hello?”

- So that punk Gang-su didn’t swipe it for himself and actually delivered it, huh? That’s a relief. I was honestly a little worried he might peek inside first.

The first words out of the man’s mouth? A jab at his own son.

Dojun smirked, one corner of his mouth lifting.

“Is this sword even worth using?”

Whether it was a gift or not, Dojun considered anything without practical value to him as useless.

Sure, he didn’t currently have a decent weapon at hand—but that didn’t mean he wanted to carry around a sword that would shatter after one swing.

Even if it were useless to him, a sword like that might still be valuable to others.

- It’s the masterpiece of my life’s work, or so I believed… though I doubt you’ll be able to use it for long. But it should last you at least through your trip to Brazil.

Of course—this was Choi Cheol-gwan, the man who knew Dojun’s abilities better than anyone. There was no way he would give him a sword that would break after just a few swings.

“…Why are you giving me a gift like this?”

- I’ve learned some new things thanks to you—think of this as my way of repaying the favor. Besides, you’re officially Korea’s eighth S-rank hero now. You can’t exactly go fighting monsters overseas without even a proper weapon, can you? Consider this a civic donation from a concerned citizen.

“A donation? Dad! Be honest! You’ve completely lost your mind, haven’t you? What kind of sane person just donates a sword worth over ₩3 Billion?! You’ve gone senile! You’ve spent so many years hammering away in that workshop your brain’s turned to scrap metal!”

Gang-su, who had been shamelessly eavesdropping on the call, suddenly exploded with a scream.

“Can you NOT right now?”

Gang-su started to protest but flinched the moment Dojun clenched his fist, stumbling backward while clutching his head.

“You gonna punch a civilian now just ‘cause you’re an S-rank?!”

Even though he’d suffered two skull-rattling flicks to the forehead just days ago—flicks that had left him with migraines—he was still kicking and screaming.

Honestly, Dojun wanted nothing more than to knock the guy out cold right then and there, but since this was a gift from Choi Cheol-gwan, he let it slide this time.

“I’ll use it carefully… and return it afterward.”

It was a sword that wouldn’t last long anyway, so returning it seemed like the right thing to do.

“You’re seriously gonna give it back? Wait—of course you are! Do you even know how much that sword’s worth? You can’t just accept a gift like that. That’s not generosity—that’s a life debt, man. And if word gets out, it’s gonna blow back on you, big time! You’d be totally scre—uh, anyway! Finally, something sensible comes out of your mouth! Ha!”

Gang-su’s face lit up like a man who’d narrowly escaped a fire.

- You don’t have to go that far, but… if it’s a sword you can’t use, then that’s fine.

With that, Choi Cheol-gwan told Dojun to take care during his trip to Brazil and hung up.

Dojun casually tossed the phone back. Gang-su caught it just barely, swearing under his breath.

“Hey! Promise me you’ll return it! That sword is seriously expensive! There are people who’ve been begging to buy it, and he never sold it—just kept it locked up like some heirloom. So don’t break it, and make sure you give it back, okay? I can trust you, right? You’re not gonna change your mind later?”

“Why? Afraid that if it ends up in your hands, you’ll sell it on the spot?”

“Well, of cou—Wh-What the hell are you saying?! Why would I ever sell it?! What do you take me for?!”

As Gang-su lied through his teeth, Dojun just waved his hand dismissively—like he couldn’t be bothered to keep engaging.

He turned his attention back to the sword. Just earlier, he’d been worrying whether he’d have to fight barehanded in Brazil—or at least try to scrounge up a few cheap swords to get by. So Cheol-gwan’s gift really couldn’t have come at a better time.

“Alright, I’m off. Just… be careful with that sword and MAKE SURE you give it back!”

Gang-su repeated himself a few more times as he finally turned to leave.

* * *

News broke across Korean media: one of South Korea’s own heroes was officially heading to Brazil.

To everyone’s surprise, the lineup of heroes volunteering for the upcoming Rift Closure Operation in Brazil was even more dazzling than the one assembled for the recent Monster Wave incident in the UK—and this time, there were way more of them too.

There were 5 S-rank heroes on the roster.

Even Jang Seong-ho—Mr. 'You-couldn’t-drag-me-out-of-my-chair'—is getting involved, this Brazil operation must be huge.

┖ Of course! That guy’s got the nose of a bloodhound when it comes to money.

┖ Don’t forget—he single-handedly yanked P Group from 5th to 1st place in the corporate rankings. Say what you want, when it comes to making bank, no one tops Jang Seong-ho.

┖ I read a translated Brazilian tabloid article—it said Brazil’s offering to buy ALL the mana stones and monster by-products directly from the heroes, tax-free.

┖ Wait, that for real? If that’s true, they’ll be pocketing like a billion won per mid-grade mana stone. Brazil monster hunting’s about to be easy money.

┖ And this isn’t just some Gate—it’s a full-on Rift… How much are they expecting to make? Heroes from around the world are swarming in. At this rate, Brazil’s economy might just implode.

┖ No wonder the hero lineup’s overkill. Money Heroes doing what Money Heroes do best.

Everyone figured Jang Seong-ho, Park Haeyeol, and Kang Yeong-pyo were in it for the money. Hyun Jooyeon? She was likely being sent by the Hero Association to lock in her polished UK image with a little global PR push.

But Seo Dojun?

What’s HIS deal? Was he heading to Brazil for his big debut?

┖ Pretty sure he’s the Hero Association’s secret weapon. That’s why they haven’t even revealed his face yet. Rumor is he’s gonna make his official debut in Brazil—with a bang.

┖ As far as debut stages go? Top-tier. I REALLY wanna see what this Seo Dojun guy’s got.

┖ Honestly, if he’s S-rank, then he’ll be decent, sure. But that’s about it.

┖ Kid’s only twenty-three. Don’t expect too much. Maybe come back in ten years.

┖ Ten years? At that rate the rest of the S-ranks will be SS by then!

And yet—unnoticed, uncelebrated, and without a single shred of expectation from anyone—Seo Dojun was already on a plane, heading to Brazil three days ahead of the official schedule.

“Any reason we’re in such a rush?” asked Hyun Jooyeon, seated beside him.

Dojun answered immediately.

“Early bird gets the worm.”

“Ugh. Who even SAYS that anymore? These days, people say the early bird just ends up more tired. Haven’t you heard that one?”

It was supposed to be a throwaway joke—but when Dojun just stared at her, stone-faced, Hyun Jooyeon’s face flushed red like a ripe persimmon.

‘Why the hell did I say that?! You idiot!’

Hyun Jooyeon’s ears turned bright red under Dojun’s unreadable stare, and she quickly scrambled to change the subject.

“I’m seriously curious—why did you stake your claim near the Santarém Rift of all places?”

“To hunt a Blue Croco.”

“A Blue Croco?”

Dojun offered a simple explanation.

He needed the heart of a Blue Croco urgently, but it wasn’t exactly easy to come by—that was it.

“…That’s the ONLY reason?”

“Do I need another one?”

The way he shot the question back made Jooyeon shake her head so hard it might’ve fallen off.

She had briefly—foolishly—wondered if Dojun might be harboring some feelings for her, but this brutally practical answer was so hollow, so soul-crushing, she actually felt a wave of self-loathing wash over her.

While Jooyeon wrestled with her thoughts, Dojun was more focused on whether the Association had cleared his request to secure the Santarém rift early.

“No need to worry. The Brazilian Association gave the green light without hesitation.”

The truth was, the Rift near Santarém had a nasty reputation.

Compared to other rifts, it had more monsters, more types, and all of them were abnormally strong.

The terrain was awful. The space inside was massive. Once you went in, the shortest stay was about 40 days. The longest? You could be stuck inside over 60 days without a way out.

The only silver lining? There was no known boss monster.

Still, the place was crawling with monsters tough enough to be called “sub-bosses.” So, while most hunters would enter a rift with a clear strategy centered on a single target, Santarém’s rift demanded layered plans and overwhelming endurance.

You had to keep taking down high-powered monsters of all different types. Even elite hero guilds would hesitate before stepping foot in there.

“Even better.”

Dojun said with satisfaction.

“I can hunt without any distractions.”

Jooyeon didn’t bother arguing. No point.

She knew better than anyone what Dojun was capable of.

He’d taken down Kaserian solo. With that kind of power, the Santarém Rift wasn’t dangerous at all.

Knowing this, both Jeong Injoo and the Silken Lily Guild, who were collaborating with Brazil’s Association, had no problem letting Dojun operate however he wanted.

“Mr. Seo Dojun.”

Dojun glanced at Jooyeon, as if to say, ‘Now what?’

“You DO know I’m three years older than you, right?”

Jooyeon considered the age gap a personal weakness.

And yet Dojun—who didn’t show even the faintest hint of interest in her, not even as a woman—was completely indifferent. That indifference made her snap a little.

To be precise, she was petty and just a tiny bit offended.

“So?”

“So, you should at least show some respect to your elders. I’ve always spoken formally to you, haven’t I? That’s just basic manners.”

She was clearly asking him to do the same.

“You can drop the honorifics too.”

Dojun said flatly, ending the discussion.

“Mr. Seo Dojun, seriously, you can’t just—”

“You want things to be awkward? Then fine, keep using formal speech.”

The way he laid it out—your choice—made Jooyeon instinctively clam up.

‘Why can’t I come up with a comeback?!’

More than Dojun’s tone, what really irritated her was the realization that she didn’t want to stay formal with him if it meant being distant.

By the end of that long flight to Brazil, Jooyeon had gotten used to Dojun’s casual speech.

‘What the hell is wrong with me?’

Even as the question kept swirling in her mind, she found herself warming to the way he spoke to her—more and more.

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[Translator - Hestia]

[Proofreader - Kaya]

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