## Chapter 1675 – Chronicles of the Sword Emperor – Celestial Demon Constellation

It seemed like a somewhat serious problem, but.

“Hehehe!”

Listening to it, I felt like I would die laughing. Seriously, how did the rumor get so twisted that I’m suddenly exploding in popularity with single mothers?

Truly a Copson-esque situation.

“Don’t laugh!!!”

Copson, enraged by my laughter, shouted loudly.

“To be honest, I don’t want to end up with a single mother with kids!!! I want a normal woman!!!”
“Well, then, you idiot.”
“Is there any way?”
“Go to where women are gathered and use that. Scoop up a bunch of women with your chin and take them home—”
“Gah!!!”

An explosion of spirit!

“What on earth are you saying!!!”
“Kuaaaaack!”

At this rate, I felt like I would become a victim of that chin, so I stopped.

But seriously, no joke, with Copson’s excavator-like massive chin, scooping up women would be nothing. If he scooped them up like that, there would be no way to resist.

“Hehehe! Alright, alright. I’ll shut up.”
“Ugh… I’m so serious here, but the Barbarian has no empathy at all!”
“This bastard’s got jokes.”

Who in this world has more empathy than me? Copson, you ignorant fool, I have MAX empathy.

If you’ve ever experienced Kim Kat’s style of empathy even once, you’d never be able to come to your senses.

“Hehehe, anyway, it’s hilarious. Hey, what’s with all the single mothers acting like that? But you really have no interest at all?”
“Don’t talk nonsense! No matter how pretty they are, they’re still single mothers with kids! I can’t raise someone else’s children!”
“A firm guy.”

Still, seeing this firm side of him puts me at ease. I was worried this bastard would do something stupid and get his nose pierced.

“Barbarian.”
“What.”
“Booze.”
“Yeah.”

I immediately took out the liquor.

These days, Copson doesn’t become a blonde drunkard like he used to. He used to turn red after just one beer, but now he seems to be doing okay even after drinking a lot.

“Kheu!”

He drinks with gusto.
I followed Copson and downed some alcohol as well.

“So, Barbarian!”
“What.”
“I’m asking this seriously…”
“What are you trying to say now?”

He must have a ton of stories packed into that big bucket of a chin.

Just like the old man with a lump who had songs insanely packed inside his lump.

It was literally a living MP3, that lump. A lump that would play songs just by rubbing it… Of course, the goblin bastards wouldn’t know how to operate an MP3. So the well-known folktale about them getting super pissed is very famous.

“Barbarian.”
“…”
“Any women you could introduce me to?
“I wondered what this bastard was going to say.”
“Ah! Is that so!”

Copson cried out, but.
I can’t do that.

“Hey. What would it mean if I introduced you to a woman?”
“What do you mean?”
“For this Celestial Demon Kim Kat to pick out a woman and introduce her, even if I don’t mean it that way, it would be taken as an order.”

The name of this Celestial Demon Kim Kat is heavy.

If I, such a person, introduce a woman to Copson?

Even if the woman doesn’t like it, she will surely take it as my order and try to follow it. The Celestial Demon Kim Kat is such an existence. My request is the same as an order. The woman will follow the order even if she doesn’t like it.

I, a seeker of fusion Confucianism, cannot do such a thing.

“So, no.”

As I said that.

“Ooh…”

Copson nodded with an admiring look.

“So that’s how it is. I was rash.”

He realized what he was asking for.

“Hehehe, rash my ass. Just drink, you idiot.”
“I understand.”

Copson, with the woman story completely forgotten, drank again. He ate the golden-brown boneless fried chicken dipped in barbecue sauce.

“Hoo. But Barbarian, listening to you just now, you seem more sensible than I thought?
“Would I be an emperor for nothing?”
“Khehehe! Really, it’s absurd.”

Well, roughly like that, I chatted with Copson and kept drinking and gorging on snacks. It had been a while since we met, so we had a lot to say.

“Barbarian! The jungle! Remember the jungle! Do you know how hard it was to carry you when you passed out and fell over! I was so scared you wouldn’t wake up!”
“Hehehe! Ah, damn. That’s a real memory, too.”
“The Barbarian must never forget that incident until the day he dies.”
“Hey, hey, you bastard. I’m definitely putting that in my biography.”
“Aren’t there already a ton?”
“I have to make a new one.”

There’s a whole truckload of my biographies. I’ll be sure to include Copson’s story in the one I make this time.

“A statue, too? Should I make you a statue?”
“Ah! That’s good! Make it super big!”
“You have such high hopes, you bastard.”

No cap, if it weren’t for this bastard back then, I would have died. A statue? Shit, I need to make a huge one right in front of this bastard’s house, all packed together.

“Hoo. But these days, it feels like that kind of romance is gone. Are there any monsters or bandits these days? It seems like they’re almost all gone.”
“Because we’re wiping them all out.”

Conquering uncharted territories is super easy if I do it, but for business reasons, I’m just having people do it.

Bandits? Would there be any? While I’m alive and watching with both eyes open.

“The world has changed a lot.”
“Yeah. It’s changed a lot.”

I’m changing everything to my liking.

“Look forward to how it will be in the future. Who knows? Maybe you’ll get an electronic girlfriend or something later.”
“Electronic girlfriend? What’s that?”
“There’s such a thing.”

Well, roughly like that.

I drank with Copson until he became a drunkard.

* * *

I laid the drunk Copson down appropriately in the bathroom, covered him with a blanket because he might be cold, and put a hot pack inside the blanket to keep him warm. He shouldn’t freeze to death.

“Anyway, I need to keep a close eye on this Copson bastard.”

There might be some bitch who’s riding his fame. In that case, I’ll catch her and give her a warning.

“Now, then.”

Shall I go take a look at the status window dimension for a while?

—Whirr.

I opened a small dimensional gate and looked over there.

“Lisperia. Are you there?”
“Ah! Celestial Demon God! I’m here!”
“Report.”
“Report!”

At my words, Lisperia began to report.

“We have succeeded in capturing five messengers from other gods! They are all generally unremarkable gods, but… there is one, a god named Calperate!”
“What does he do?”
“He’s a guy who collects human souls!”

Any bastards who do something with souls, regardless of the type, must be detained and investigated to see what they’re doing. If it’s revealed that they’ve done something wrong, there will be no forgiveness.

“What’s the purpose?”
“Unknown!”
“You said you caught that god’s messenger? What were the results of the interrogation?”
“He didn’t know anything in particular.”
“Good. Keep a close eye on him. You’re doing well.”

As expected, having subordinates who are gods is convenient. To be able to use the locals so easily like this. This is too perfect.

“Thank you!”
“How’s spreading the Celestial Demon Church below?”
“It’s spreading very quickly, mainly among the incompetent!”
“Good.”

Anyway, although we caught the messengers, it seemed that the other gods had already noticed and run away. A situation where we couldn’t find or catch them.

“Did they leave completely?”
“Honestly, without an infinite army… they can escape to other dimensions as much as they want. Our abilities are at that level.”
“Shit.”

No cap, it’s really hard to catch these guys who use dimensional magic when they’re determined to escape.

That damn Pandemonium. The guy who ruled there escaped with the entire dimension, and I haven’t seen him since.

“Here, this is the quest reward.”
“Uwooooooo!”

After giving Lisperia the reward, I opened my sugarcane land and checked it.

—Saaa.

Waving, massive sugarcanes.

And in between them.

“Ugh…”
“Ugh…”
“Ugh…”

Prisoners doing arduous and meaningless labor. There were a lot of guys I caught from the status window dimension this time, so it was quite crowded. I remember catching tadpoles when I was young, putting them in a container, and observing them. That was really fun.

“Very good!”

It’s more fun than decorating an aquarium.

Next, I opened Grandpa Mangtae’s collection room. Shall I take out Maharn soon?

—Paaat.

I entered the gate and descended into the collection room. Then I opened the lid where Maharn was trapped.

“Bebshupkebshuptappaeppae. O. Oiaoiaoia. Oreungside. Gelgelgel.”
“This bastard?”

When I opened the lid, Maharn, completely out of his mind, was hugging himself tightly and trembling.

“The effect is certain?”

He seems to have gone completely insane.

“Of course, Celestial Demon Power.”

It’s easy to return him to normal. Because this is inside my barrier.

—Hwaaaack.

As I zapped him a bit with my power, the focus began to return to his eyes.

And.

“Uh, uh…? Uh! Uhhhhhhhhh!”

The guy who popped out of the hole screamed and started to thrash around.

“Hic! Hueeeeeeeck! Hueeeeeeeck!”

And he howled like crazy.

“Hey. Be quiet.”
“Hic! Heukkeueck! It, it was dark! It was dark and dark! There was nothing! Keuheueck! Light! It’s light!! It’s light! Kkihihihit!”
“This bastard is no good.”

—Cheoeok.

“Huh?”

I immediately grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and put him back in the hole.

“Wait—”

—Kuoong.

I closed the lid again.

“Hehehe, I need to ferment him a little more.”

It’s not time yet.

* * *

Well, roughly like that, I spent my daily life intermittently checking the dimension where the Infinite Army was invading.

Finally.

—Pachichichichik!

The dimension was observed to be fluctuating.

“Did you finally come?”

An extremely powerful energy that made the entire dimension fluctuate and distort. I guess the name Infinite Army wasn’t just for show.

—Pachichichichik!

The dimension opened as if it were breaking. But what was inside was not an infinite army or anything like that.

—Goooo.

An existence that seemed to have compressed countless powers into one place. Instinctively, I could tell. The existence that had been infinitely divided had recombined to face me.

“Come.”

Words are unnecessary.

“Come, and face me.”

If a bastard like that appears, I’ll just kill him.

“You motherless existence.”

My blood is boiling.