[Cheonryuje side story] Establishing I-L (4)
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The hand, which had lost all its strength, picked up a knife as heavy as a thousand pounds and placed it on Seoho’s neck.
Even at this moment, his image was reflected in Seoho’s clear eyes. Covered in blood on my feet. A man groaning like an animal with a horribly distorted face.
It’s a terrible sight, to the point where it would be beautiful to be drugged and disheveled.
With the sound of Cheonryuje’s teeth breaking, weight was placed on the blade.
“I shouldn’t have saved you.”
“I’m sorry… for asking you this. “It’s Ryuje.”
Squeak.
The blade, soaked in blood and oil, barely managed to penetrate the leather. Towards the nape of the neck, where not much blood was coming out, Cheonryuje raised the hand that had been supporting the fallen body and placed it on the back of the sword.
Wow.
The blade goes a little further in. In Emperor Cheonryu’s eyes, the life of a great human was disappearing, and something like a beast was taking its place.
That monster wouldn’t stop unless the cervical vertebrae were cut off.
A tightly clenched fist, like a hammer. He slammed the blade halfway into her neck.
once. twice. third time. The sound of the joint breaking from the tattered shoulder, the blade piercing the flesh, cutting the bone, moving to the other side. Until you hear the sound of hitting the stone floor.
For the last wish of the first friend he had in his life and the person he respected the most. Cheonryuje howled like an animal and struck the back of his sword until his body, which was turning into a monster, stopped.
Kaang-
And then, with the sound of a blade ringing, the face facing him rolled down helplessly.
Emperor Chen Liu realized that the hand he had struck like a hammer had forged a horribly sharp blade into his chest.
Every time you take a breath. A sharp blade that rips open my heart with every click of my finger.
Tangerang….
Throwing away the sword that had done his job, Cheonryuje closed the eyes of the fallen head and placed the corpse on his back.
“….let’s go.”
There was only one place to go. Emperor Tenryu thought that the only human in Kracolanzia who survived to the end should not be abandoned in a sewer like this.
Crackling-
[Suppression of Areas A, B, and C completed. All samples are detained and ready for transport.]
[Ready for deployment of decontamination tank.]
[I’m done talking with the local police. No one can enter the operational area +500m for a week.]
[check. Everyone withdraws. If you don’t want to be covered in chemicals and eat porridge in bed for the rest of your life, leave quickly.]
His stumbling steps toward the sewer where the furnace is located are followed by regular footsteps and the sound of car engines. Soon, silence fell as if nothing had happened.
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Taaaang-
Taaaang-
Bloody fingerprints were left on the power source of the electric furnace, and the old furnace was heating up.
The body of a great man who remained human until the end even in the gutter, and all the memories left in this sewer are used as firewood to burn in the flames.
Taang-
Taaaang-
Emperor Cheonryu struck the iron.
It’s been a long time since I lost feeling from the tips of my toes to the bottom of my neck. An unpleasant heat crawled up his spine, pulled at his eyeballs, and burrowed into his brain.
Taaaang-!
Every time the shock that travels through my fingertips makes my bones cry. Every time the hammer he swung until it broke his wrist sparked a flame, the heat faded away.
‘I don’t know.’
He couldn’t figure out what this red-hot flame burning in his broken brain was, rather than the heat of his body covered in the monster’s blood.
Taaaang-!
The more you hit the hammer. The more she pounded the iron, until the anvil broke, the more the flame grew hotter, pushing away the unpleasant things, and her head became clearer.
As the memories become clearer, what comes to mind is before everything was turned upside down overnight. It was something he desperately wanted for the first time in his life.
He wanted to be like Seoho. A superman who showed that humans can be stronger than refined iron, and his respected close friend. He wanted to be that kind of unwavering, solid person, even if it was just one-tenth.
And, what he knows how to do is make knives. All he had to do was pound and grind the iron.
Fortunately, we have gained some guidance over the past three months.
‘Live regularly, human being.’
‘Don’t be stupid? Did you do that on purpose? huh?’
‘Originally, the thing about trials is that if you overcome them, they all become blood and flesh. I don’t like doing drugs anyway. Give it a try. If necessary, I’ll tie you to a pole and just feed you.’
There was something that was consistent with what he knew. regularly. Constantly. And yet, I never stop thinking about how it will be completed.
The more you knock, the stronger it becomes.
Chii Iik-
Emperor Cheonryu cooled the red-hot blade in a bucket of oil, tore his rag-like jacket lengthwise, wrapped it around the handle, and held it with his hand.
This one thing to carry was enough.
It rattled. Gulk gulp-
A used oil tank fell over and spilled onto the sewer, and sparks flowed ceaselessly through the knife marks on the old electric furnace.
Behind Emperor Cheonryu’s back as he came out of the sewer, which was now unguarded, Kracolanzia Street, which had been his world for 21 years, was engulfed in fire.
The dizzying sound of sirens and police lines. Medicines pouring over the biochemical threat mark.
Cheon Ryu-je left everything behind and disappeared into the darkness of Sao Paulo.
regularly. Wisely.
You will face trials.
8 years since then. His life, crossing battlefields and wastelands, was to protect these three things.
I ran to my deathbed and tried not to die. Because I couldn’t die yet in order to complete something that even I couldn’t understand.
GG was also just one of those means.
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“Hmm!”
Wow!
The unpleasant sound of the blade meeting the surface rather than the blade.
With the memories of the past gradually turning blue, it was defeat that showed impatience that I could do just a little more.
Wow!
“Off….”
The thought ended with Argalian’s sword piercing his chest.
An opponent who is out of breath and doesn’t even have time to enjoy victory.
It was a duel that lasted three days and nights. A normal Argalian would have cried and been happy that there was still someone left in the world to share a sword with him, but his face did not look very happy.
“You… are something that can hardly be called a prosecutor.”
Argalian muttered as he looked at Cheonryuje’s sword, which narrowly missed his heart and pierced his lung.
The vacant lot that had been part of a large mountain range until a few hours ago had become a large basin after the two swordsmen’s bloody fight.
Argalian Sword said bitterly, pulling his sword from the chest of the fallen opponent in the center.
“It’s not about putting it inside yourself and growing it. Rather, they cut it down.”
Persistence. While others developed their own existence through discipline and experience and put that existence into a sword, this person instead cut it off.
Cut out the bones and flesh. Grind out all remaining blank space and unnecessary parts. A human forged in the shape of a sword. This is truly human. Can one be called a swordsman who has reached the level of a master?
also. Another sword pierced the center of the sword-like shape. What is that thing that seems foreign, like another soul?
Human life and essence. The duel with this person, who had cut off all of his ego and forged it into a single sword… rather than a duel, it gave him the unpleasant feeling of being alone and fighting a flying sword.
“It’s too scary to say it’s funny. Why on earth did you develop a sword that has no teeth to wield?”
“Cluck, clack, ugh…!”
Cheonryuje held on to his fading consciousness and closed the hole in his chest with trembling hands.
Throbbing-
sick.
Throbbing, Throbbing-
It was not the pain of cut off skin, muscles, or internal organs, but the sharp blade that was revealed as it cut off Han Seo-ho’s head. When the memories, memories, and pain that have accumulated on top of it are cut away with murderous intent and sword dance, the horribly sharp blade is revealed along with the still vivid memories of that day.
“Not yet… I haven’t reached it yet…”
I have overcome so many hardships. Knocked with pain. Although it has been cut down by trials.
The memory of that day was still very painful, and even though he trained repeatedly, he had not yet become stronger than that blade.
Since it wasn’t finished yet, it needed to be more alive.
Argalian Sword walked towards Emperor Cheonryu, who was struggling to breathe, holding his sword.
“I don’t know what on earth you want to cut or how to sharpen it like that.”
Crash.
“It seems like you won’t stop sharpening your sword until the world you sharpen it on wears out. Here, I will cut it off with my own hands.”
Although I was exhausted. The Argalian Sword, which had not yet suffered a fatal wound, was raised high.
‘I can’t die.’
‘I can’t die. I can’t die like this without being completed.’
I had no strength in my arms.
The sword was lodged in Argalian’s chest, out of his reach.
“It was fun. “Sword Demon.”
at last. With Argalian’s greeting, his sword falls towards Emperor Cheonryu’s neck.
‘I can’t die… I can’t!’
Cheonryuje eventually reached out for the blade stuck inside.
A blade named Han Seo-ho with a terrible reputation that grew as he was trained. Even though I cut and trained myself to the point of being called a sword demon, the memory of my most respected friend is still distant.
Like the knife that I couldn’t hand over when I went looking for him. The sword he was carrying unused was pulled out like lightning and collided with Argalian’s sword.
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The duel that day was officially recorded as the victory of the Argalian Sword, and the Sword Demon running away in a miserable state.
However, Argalian did not open his mouth to anyone about the direction of the duel. Even when he was revered as a hero with the rumor that the Sword Demon decapitated the queen, never.
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Rattling rattling—-
Take off.
Inside a shabby shelter. Chen Liuje closed his eyes quietly as he closed the recording file on the old connector.
A duel with the Argalian Sword. The more I thought about it, the more humiliated and ashamed I felt. Even though so much time has passed, I finally asked for Seoho’s help.
‘also. Did being seen by someone make me feel intimidated without even realizing it?’
I think it was a wise idea to build a realistic and financially stable environment. I was influenced by the persistent persuasion of those from a place called the Dome and told them to take care of it, but now that I think about it, I think it was a foolish thing to do.
Isn’t it like a foreign substance got into the steel while refining it?
Every morning at nine o’clock. After reliving the most intense ordeal ever, provide your body with the necessary ingredients through a set meal.
When the meal is over, the metal is struck. It’s a process of calming her mind and alleviating the unpleasant sensations that still clutter her head.
By the time you find something you like, it gets noisy outside.
Since the soundproofing system was not turned on, the monsters came after hearing the noise.
The money is rotting away, but I didn’t install it on purpose.
As each day passes, a day’s worth of memories accumulate. The texture of sweet and salty food, the comfort of relaxation. Everything that makes up him, including the satisfaction of seeing the completed blade, builds up inside him and covers Seoho’s blade.
As they are all impurities. You have to hit it, shave it off, and shake it off.
After numerous trials and errors, Cheonryuje learned that the sound coming from the tip of a sword is similar to that of a hammer, and that it is effective in shaking off the remnants of life.
few years ago. Someone who passed by him said that he was like an ascetic.
When Queen Mute’s head was beheaded, he was taken to a strange place and the World Tree called him the Completer.
I don’t care about the name, but I am a complete person.
It’s not even a funny name. It’s still a long way to reach Seoho’s strong will, but how dare he speak of perfection.
When he felt insulted for the first time in a long time and swung his sword at the World Tree, he was kicked out of the game.
Leaving only one empty message: [World saved].
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The rest of the thoughts end here. It’s time to pick up the knife and shake off today.
That was the moment when Cheon Ryu-je, who came out of the shelter, felt a small sense of satisfaction at the recent increase in the number and type of variants.
Kuaaaang-!
“….”
In the distance, something flew from the sand dune with a loud explosion, and a group of mutants rushed towards him. Half of the day’s work, which had been prepared to my satisfaction, was completely lost.
The small feeling of satisfaction that had settled inside me turned into an even bigger feeling of discomfort.
After being covered in the blood of Seoho and the drug addicts, his vision became unusually bright and he saw several black trucks and smoking metal lumps. The man holding it caught my eye.
sunglasses. Sturdy physique. Weird chin.
short height. Cloak. A face whose age is difficult to guess.
Many other people and their names engraved on the side of the truck.
[BDSM]
Cheonryuje was slightly impressed by the name he seemed to have heard of somewhere.
I thought that perhaps something stronger than the mutants had come to change today.
Everyone was good. If it’s an opponent you can beat and grind against him. It didn’t matter whether it was a world made of data or a strange reality where we didn’t know what was going on.
If only I could sharpen and sharpen myself. So, someday me. If only he could make me look like his friend who once shined.
While the BDSM group, who came to the outskirts of Area 45, where the mutants they were tracking frequently disappeared, cheered at the thought of rescuing a shelter and prepared for the next bullet.
Emperor Cheonryu, who drew his sword, turned and started walking towards the sand dune.
[Cheonryuje side story – complete]
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