Supre Fla — Part 1
I closed my eyes and savored the lingering sensation.
Level 7.
In this world, reaching Level 5 ant being treated as nobility, fully recognized as part of the privileged elite of society.
At that point, you were granted privileges comparable to a high-ranking governnt official.
Then what about Level 7?
You were considered a walking natural disaster.
Even mbers of the National Assembly, provincial governors, and corporate chairn—unless they themselves were high-level superhumans—had to tread carefully around you.
In terms of modern weaponry, a Level 7 was equivalent to an aircraft carrier.
Even a warrior, whose area attacks were the weakest among all classes, could bring down a building or two with ease.
There was a reason they called it the Ultimate Realm, the pinnacle of human potential and the limit of superhumanity.
“Finally…”
It would be nice to visit the Superhuman Tower in grand fashion, just like the Saintess, and get my certification in a flashy manner.
That alone would be enough to dominate the trending searches and monopolize all the attention.
But I was busy.
I didn’t have the ti to strut around and boast.
‘Episode 2 is just around the corner.’
Even without Gaia’s warning, I could feel it.
Just thinking about the Saintess and Episode 2 always sent a chilling sense of urgency down my spine.
That ant I had to act.
Right now.
[Manager Choi. There’s sothing that needs to be done.]
[Sword Star! You did it, didn’t you?!]
[Yeah.]
[Hahaha! As expected of you, Sword Star! Our group’s chairman! Shouldn’t we throw a celebration for this?!]
[I’m busy. Just hand out bonuses, Manager Choi. To both Warrior Security and Warrior Construction.]
[Ohoho. Our Chairman Sword Star really understands his employees. I can already hear them singing your praises loud enough to pierce the heavens.]
This world was ridiculous.
Give out hefty bonuses, and even the most indifferent employees would develop company loyalty.
And in the end, all of that beca part of my assets.
[Just handle it however you see fit, Manager Choi. But don’t be stingy. When spending money, you have to go all in.]
[Of course! I’m starting to understand your business philosophy, Sword Star. I’ve never seen employees voluntarily work overti and take on extra shifts before. And their efficiency is through the roof! I daresay this is unprecedented in the history of capitalism, let alone Korea.]
[Even if they volunteer, make sure they get paid for overti and extra shifts.]
[Naturally! Your golden teachings, Sword Star, I take none of them lightly!]
With that handled, I moved on to the next matter.
[Now, listen up. In Hwaksan, Gapyeong County, there’s a place called the Supre Training Center.]
[Supre Training Center… Yes, I found it.]
[It’s a cult. And one of the worst kinds at that. I’ve heard they perform human sacrifices daily.]
[Human sacrifices?]
[Yeah. I’m going to raid the place. I can’t just sit back when dozens of people are dying there every day. Back when I was Level 6, I couldn’t guarantee I’d succeed in wiping them out. But now that I’m Level 7, I’m starting with them.]
[Dozens of people a day? Sword Star, are you sure? No matter how incompetent the Korean governnt is, and even if the police are turning a blind eye, dozens per day seems… excessive.]
[They must have powerful backers.]
[Ah…]
Their true identity was Old Father’s Cult.
The Supre Training Center and Old Father’s Cult were in a symbiotic relationship.
One provided cover, while the other supplied sacrifices.
[So call in the reporters, and also contact the Thor Cult and Gaia Cult. Let them know I’m personally leading a purge and ask them to handle the cleanup.]
[And the police… it’d be better not to involve them. There’s a good chance they’re connected to this too.]
[Exactly.]
[Understood. I’ll move imdiately.]
It was still dawn.
No, calling it dawn was a stretch.
It was the dead of night—2 AM.
But as expected, Manager Choi was already moving busily.
And so was I.
I took off aboard the Red Cougar.
The Supre Training Center in Hwaksan, Gapyeong County.
Despite its na, it was actually the headquarters of a cult.
That cult referred to their god as Supre Fla.
That’s right.
Supre Fla.
The very sa na as the bet I had placed with Sun Mage Tower.
A counterpart to Ultimate Fla, the pinnacle of fire attributes with no class restrictions.
You rember the Master of the Sword title’s acquisition conditions, right?
Supre Fla had a similar requirent.
A specific achievent or quest had to be completed.
And as far as I knew, this was my best shot at fulfilling it at this point in ti.
Shuuuuu.
The Red Cougar descended slowly.
The training center was built into the side of a peak, surrounded by towering walls that resembled a fortress.
Atop those walls, electric barbed wire ran along the periter.
Watchtowers dotted the area, and CCTV caras ensured no blind spots in their surveillance.
It wasn’t a training center.
It was a military base.
[Radar detected. They’ve noticed your arrival, Master.]
“Radar? They’re pulling out all the stops.”
[Incoming communication. Would you like to answer?]
“No need.”
I opened the door and stepped out.
Right at the front gate of the training center.
Several security guards stood watch at the entrance.
From a nearby guard post, a few burly n strolled over.
Their uniforms were typical security attire.
But concealed beneath their jackets were handguns, and the batons at their waists radiated a faint electrical magic signature.
“Where have you co from, sir? This is the Supre Training Center. We do not permit entry at night. If it’s not an urgent matter, we kindly ask that you return during the day.”
This cult was bigger than I thought.
Every single one of these security guards was a superhuman.
Even if they were just Level 2 nobodies.
I said nothing and continued walking forward.
The guards visibly tensed.
Understandable.
Even if they couldn’t see my face in the darkness, the Red Cougar I had arrived in was expensive enough to turn heads at a glance.
“Take another step, and—”
No need for words.
I lunged forward.
Slamming my foot down, I crashed into the security guard.
[Giant’s Strength] [Vajra Body] [Undying]
[Mana Soul] [Close-Combat Mastery] [Grand Assault]
My shoulder drove into his chest as if he were being sucked in.
Could a re Level 2 superhuman withstand this?
He wasn’t wearing a protective suit like , nor was he clad in heavy armor like the paladins of his cult.
Impossible.
The security guard was sent flying.
Blood exploded in the air like a detonated bomb, and the other guards, who had been bracing themselves, stood frozen in shock.
Slash!
A burst of crimson flas ignited.
In an instant, I swung Black Tiger Sword, cutting down every single guard.
Even those still inside the guard post t the sa fate.
A single flash of my sword pierced their foreheads before they could even sound the alarm.
“Tch.”
Every superhuman here was trash.
Not worth sparing.
Still gripping Black Tiger Sword, I kicked the main gate.
Boom!
A thick iron door.
Completely powerless before my kick.
It crumpled like paper and was sent flying.
Of course, the alarms blared instantly.
WEEEOOOO! WEEEOOOO!
Magical lights illuminated the entire training center.
Pop! Pop!
Spotlights flared to life on every watchtower, beams of light converging on .
Felt like a damn celebrity.
Without hesitation, I hurled Mjolnir.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One throw, one watchtower.
No need to imbue it with Thunderous Annihilation or anything fancy.
The lightning that surged from Mjolnir, the storm it commanded, easily erased those flimsy towers.
“We’re under attack!”
“Ergency! Ergency!”
“Everyone, wake up!”
Now it was a race against ti.
I sprinted forward.
Destroyed every visible structure.
Eliminated every superhuman in sight.
There wasn’t a shred of hesitation in my actions.
I knew exactly what these cult bastards had done.
I tore through multiple defensive lines.
They fought back with guns, cannons, even missiles—useless.
Traps?
Sa result.
With Bright Eyes, Sixth Sense, and even my Trap Detection trait, I saw through them all and dismantled them effortlessly.
And so, I reached the underground grand temple.
The heart of this wretched cult.
A grotesque sight.
Spiked pillars protruded everywhere, like fangs.
Tied to those spikes were battered and broken victims.
Their eyes hollow.
Staring at nothing but the massive pyre in the center—the burning pit where they had nearly been thrown.
“Sword Star! Die!”
The final gate.
The guardians charged.
Most of them were Level 5 or Level 6.
High-ranking superhumans, respected anywhere else.
But they weren’t alone.
At the front, the Guardian Commander raised his holy sword.
A massive blade of light sprouted from it.
Fire, light, and darkness intertwined, forming a towering sword.
Exalted Holy Blade.
A power only the highest-ranked Holy Sword Knights could wield.
“Khhaha!”
From his throne atop a high platform, the cult leader laughed.
The other guardians smirked with confidence.
A Level 7 paladin’s Exalted Holy Blade.
An ability rivaling the Sword Master’s Aura Blade.
They were certain it would cut
in two.
They were wrong.
I unleashed Mars Swordsmanship, followed by Nephilim Sword, then Kalaratri in succession.
My attacks, sharp as a tiger’s claws, tore through the Guardian Commander and his subordinates.
At the end of it all, black-and-white sword energy erupted.
The Exalted Holy Blade shattered effortlessly.
Lightning surged forth, incinerating the superhumans.
KABOOM!
When the thunder faded, only ashes remained.
“No!”
The cult leader shot up from his seat in horror.
His eyes stretched wide as if they might tear apart.
“This… This is impossible! Impossible!”
Was it, though?
As if I went through hell collecting the Big Three Sword Arts for nothing.
THWACK!
I kicked the Level 7 villain—the cult leader.
“Guhh! Kuhak!”
He tumbled across the ground, coughing up blood.
No matter how strong a Level 7 priest was, physically, they had limits.
I shackled his wrists with a Mana-Sealing Lock, and he roared in fury.
“You bastard! You faithless wretch! Do you not fear divine punishnt?! The mighty Supre Fla will personally smite you! If you do not release
this instant, you will suffer in its belly for all eternity!”
“Supre Fla, my ass. More like a goddamn bonfire.”
“W-What?”
A heinous act of blasphemy.
The cult leader’s mouth hung open in shock.
“How dare you… How dare you insult Supre Fla?!”
“If we’re being precise, your very existence is an insult to Supre Fla. That’s blasphemy. Get it?”
“You heretic!”
“What? Gonna pull off one last desperate trick?”
Slash!
I moved around, cutting the victims free.
Since they were ant as sacrifices, they had been kept relatively unhard.
Except for those who had lost their minds after watching their loved ones die before their eyes.
The freed victims bowed deeply to .
“Thank you! Truly, thank you!”
“How can we ever repay this debt…?”
“It’s fine. Ah—hey, don’t hit him. That’s dangerous.”
One of the victims tried to kick the cult leader while I wasn’t looking.
I quickly stopped them, and they burst into tears.
“Let
go! I’ll kill that bastard! He murdered my husband!”
“Not yet.”
“Don’t tell … you’re planning to put him on trial? The judges and prosecutors are all in on it! Even if he gets arrested, he’ll just walk free on probation!”
“I know. He’s dying here.”
“Then why—”
“Killing just him won’t end this.”
And I still needed Supre Fla.
Of course, I swallowed that last thought.
Instead, I gave them a more acceptable reason.
“If you really want to end them for good, we need to kill their god.”
“A-A god?”
“Yeah. Killing a single apostle is pointless if another one just takes their place. Their god has the power to make that happen. So we need to kill the god. Only then will this cycle end.”
I grabbed the cult leader by the hair.
Dragging him across the floor toward the altar, he let out a furious scream.
“You blasphemous wretch! What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Go on. Do it.”
“Do what?!”
“The grand ritual. Perform it.”
I threw him onto the altar.
His eyes burned with malice as he glared at .
“Hah! How utterly arrogant. You, a re human, think you can summon a god and kill it? That’s impossi—”
Then, suddenly, his expression shifted.
The rage and hatred on his face twisted into shock and fear.
“Y-You… No way… Warrior Kim, you… You’re a Divine Champion, aren’t you? I knew sothing was strange… That explains why you’ve grown so strong, so fast. Which god do you serve? Could it be… could it be…”
His face turned pale.
“You’re not… the Old Father’s Divine Champion, are you?”
What kind of nonsense was this?
Did he not know I had already overco Old Father’s Divine Fever?
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
That scheming mind of his must’ve convinced itself that Old Father’s Cult had abandoned him first.
The cult leader gritted his teeth.
“Those damn bastards. Those mongrels! So this is why they raised … why they nurtured our cult! But I won’t let them have their way. The Great Supre Fla’s Avatar will descend and devour you, your cult lackeys, and that Black Gold Armor Whore altogether!”
“Oh, yeah? Then hurry up and summon it!”
“You’ll regret this! O, mighty Supre Fla!”
The cult leader roared.
He had no divine power.
Not even a trace of mana waves spread from him.
But he was still an apostle of a calamity god, standing on equal ground with Priest Kim.
Naturally, his voice reached the Fire Calamity God.
Rumble.
The temple trembled.
Flas dripped from the ceiling.
A molten, half-liquid, half-solid substance.
The mont the fire touched the floor, smoke rose with a hissss.
The rescued victims shrank back in terror.
“Offer the sacrifice.”
“Sacrifice?”
“Of course. How could a god be summoned without a proper offering? Quickly, present the sacrifice. I am ready.”
The cult leader lowered his head to the altar, baring his chest.
As if offering up his own heart.
His eyes glead with madness.
It was possible.
Even if I sacrificed him, the Avatar of the Fire Calamity God would descend.
Stronger than usual, burning with vengeance.
It was a trap.
Not because the avatar would be more powerful.
But because it was the wrong choice.
Whether I used the cult leader as a sacrifice or the trembling victims behind , the result would be the sa—the avatar would descend.
Defeating it and consuming its heart would grant
Calamity Fla.
And if I activated six traits while holding that heart, I could combine them into Fire Calamity God.
Both options were a dead end.
I didn’t co here for that.
I ca for Supre Fla.
And to obtain it, I had to achieve a specific feat, just like with Master of the Sword.
“I don’t need a sacrifice.”
“What?”
“I’m not offering anything.”
“Y-You fool! The god will not answer without a sacrifice. Kill , and another apostle will rise from our branch in Busan.”
Busan, my ass.
Their only branches were in Incheon and Gyeonggi Province.
Even at the brink of destruction, he was still spewing lies.
I stepped onto the pyre at the center of the temple and sat down.
Flas dripped around , each ember imbued with magical and theological significance.
I swapped my traits.
[Black Fla] [Sunfire] [Infernal Fla]
[Celestial Fla] [Chaos Fla] [Dragon Sovereign Fire]
The six fire attributes I had carefully collected.
Each one a top-tier trait in its category.
As soon as I changed them, the air around
shifted.
A gentle yet overwhelming fire-attribute mana radiated from , making the cult leader narrow his eyes.
“What are you trying to do? Are you… self-immolating?”
“Yeah.”
“Puhaha! So you’re a lunatic after all! If you want to die, do it quietly! But this is the most ridiculous suicide I’ve ever seen!”
Oh, really?
I channeled my mana.
The pyre naturally caught fire.
Even without using my traits, the special kindling absorbed my energy, igniting six different flas at once.
Sizzle. Crackle.
The fire engulfed .
Burning.
“Ahahahaha! AHAHAHAHA!”
The cult leader convulsed with laughter.
“Sword Star…!”
“Why are you…?”
The rescued victims watched
with unease.
It hurt, but I endured it.
The fire resistance granted by all six traits helped, but I still had to grit my teeth.
This was close to self-immolation, a nearly identical act to self-sacrifice.
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Both were the core conditions for the [Fire Saint] achievent.
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