Episode 99
Anyway, the day’s schedule was finally decided.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…
I stand up when I hear the monster’s cry.
And first of all, run.
run at full power
It sprints with all its might until it has no strength left to move, and when it reaches its limit, it collapses on the spot.
Then, the flight begins immediately.
Of course, it is not just about simply practicing the technique, but also continuously modifying the technique to see how to gain strength in recovering the body more effectively.
“Wow!”
I spit out blood again today.
I had a useless question about how much all the blood I had spit out so far would add up to.
I don’t know, but I guess I could fill up a beer keg in a funny way.
I roughly wiped away the blood.
Even if your body recovers, your clothes will not be cleaned automatically.
In other words, it took a trick to spit out blood, and now I can spit blood without a single drop of blood splattering on my clothes.
[FAD’s one-line review: It’s so simple.]
“… … .”
As I waited for my damaged body to recover, I fantasized about the latter part of the eclipse to my heart’s content.
My imaginary opponent was often the Demon Lord of the Black Swamp, a monstrous being that overwhelmed me just by imagining it.
Still, it’s not something that can’t be overcome.
Rather, the more you think about it, the more you will become accustomed to its spirit, so in the grand scheme of things, this was also training in its own way.
The power of the devil.
How do we fight against a force that can crush an opponent in an instant?
‘A flame sprint that maximizes speed? Or deceive the opponent’s vision with flames… … .’
… By the time my body had finished recovering, the delusion was over and I was running again. Then, with all my strength, I collapsed, lost my strength, made a correction, and became delusional again.
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[Current progress: 23.3%.]
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Performing extremely simple repetitive tasks without skipping a single day just to become stronger.
It is often called training, or training.
[Current progress: 25.9%.]
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… … .
I repeat actions that are so familiar that I can barely count them, and I remind myself of what I know so well that I can now recite them in my sleep.
I would be lying if I said this process wasn’t boring.
Of course, there will be a very small number of weirdos who will enjoy it… In general, human adaptability is frighteningly fast.
In other words, we easily become numb to and lose interest in what we have already experienced.
If these symptoms become severe, training itself may feel painful.
[Current progress: 27.1%.]
… I am,
I don’t particularly dislike training.
But only when you are confident that it is the right practice.
[Current progress: 33.2%.]
-50 days.
About halfway through the period, this thought suddenly occurred to me.
Am I doing well now?
Of course, the body is steadily becoming stronger. Now it was easy to run for an hour.
But still, I wasn’t sure that I was moving forward in the right way.
I thought about it more than ten times a day.
In fact, if there was a better way, if this way is wrong, if you are walking like a fool without knowing that you are going in the wrong direction… … .
Then one day it happened.
– What a piece of trash.
I could see my teacher through the fog.
“… … .”
Of course I knew that was nonsense.
– Do you dare think you are at a level where you can touch my martial arts skills?
It was like a phantom that would disappear at any moment, and Master never says things like that in the first place.
When I did something stupid, he would hit me on the head first.
So isn’t this also one of the trials that Yeongsan presents?
Or maybe I’ve finally gone crazy.
– I wasn’t taking you as a disciple.
“… … .”
A sigh came from deep in my heart.
Even though I knew it was a hallucination, it wasn’t easy to keep my composure when I heard those words from Baek No-gwang’s face and Baek No-gwang’s voice.
Even recently, my negative thoughts were deepening.
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I wasn’t a pessimistic person, but being alone in a place with no one around for dozens of days made me think a lot.
And suddenly, I started to respect the people who were the great masters of the clan.
That wasn’t a path you could take simply because you were talented.
Walking a path that no one has gone before was impossible without a certain level of confidence and certainty.
Every moment, I doubt myself, regret the past, and wonder if there could have been a better choice.
I couldn’t continue worrying like that.
Even though I was wandering, I tried to improve myself and take even one more step.
[It looks like it’s very difficult.]
Hallucinations multiplied.
no. Is it an auditory hallucination?
This time, the voice of the fourth executioner was heard.
[You can just give up here.]
… Isn’t this an auditory hallucination?
This voice was coming from FAD.
I stretched out on the floor and just rolled my eyes.
“I don’t remember calling.”
[know. That’s why I’m talking to you through FAD like this.]
“… … .”
[As of today, 70 days have passed.]
Time flies so fast.
I didn’t know because I didn’t count from the 50th.
[And this is what you look like now.]
At that moment, the FAD screen changed and reflected me like a mirror.
There was a pathetic and shabby man there.
Why?
I saw myself now not as the immature 15-year-old Luan Badniker, but as the 25-year-old Luan who got caught up in the war and met a pitiful death.
“What is the progress?”
[35 percent.]
“You’re not even halfway there.”
I got up again.
The fourth executioner caught up with me as I ran again and said,
[Do you still want to keep going?]
“yes.”
[Do you think you can descend the mountain in the remaining 30 days?]
“well. Honestly, the odds seem slim… … .”
I stopped talking.
It’s because I feel like it’s hard to put into words what I’m feeling right now.
“… “I feel like I’m going to catch something.”
In the end, it was ambiguous, but I had no choice but to express it that way.
As I walked through the fog, I continued talking to myself.
“execution. “It may seem like a random thing, but I suddenly started to respect people called Buddhist monks.”
[why.]
“Didn’t those gentlemen live their whole lives in this mood? “I feel like I’m wandering in the fog and running a race alone with no end in sight.”
Somehow it made me laugh and I giggled.
“The path of becoming a priest is incredibly lonely.”
[…] … .]
Even if you get something, you don’t know right away whether it’s the right achievement or a by-product of a mistake.
If I had to choose everything on my own, wouldn’t it be a series of pain rather than complete freedom?
And I asked my fellow alumnus, my brother-in-law, about a thought that had occurred to me some time ago.
“Do you think Master felt this way too?”
It reminded me of Baek No-gwang, the best in the world.
My teacher, who has always been confident, crazy, and arrogant, but who deserves it.
Were there twists and turns like this in his life?
If so, how did Master overcome it?
“… “If it wasn’t easy even for the teacher, it might not be right for someone like me to pursue personal martial arts.”
[What are you afraid of?]
I hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
“Failure to live up to expectations.”
I experienced it in my first life.
I had expectations from my family, and even I had expectations from myself.
The results were devastating and disastrous.
I am very familiar with failure.
The same goes for being ignored by someone.
but… … .
“I wonder if I might become a stain on Master… “That’s what I’m most afraid of.”
I’m not used to disappointing someone’s expectations.
I was afraid.
If it were someone else, it might be okay.
But for Baek No-gwang,
I didn’t want to do that to the teacher I respected the most.
What does Master think of me?
How much do we expect from a guy named Luan Badnicker?
Wouldn’t they compare me to other death penalty systems?
At the very bottom of human beings, I have always harbored such low and inferior thoughts.
It was then.
[My real name is RAN-4700 Type-A.]
The executioner suddenly said something.
“… yes? Ah yes. “I heard it from FAD.”
Whether I was slow to react or not, the death penalty’s voice continued.
[It is a 4th generation android, and its original purpose was as a military weapon.]
“What did you suddenly say… … .”
[My first owner was a soldier. He cut off one of his arms on the battlefield and then retired.]
This… Fourth, is the death penalty a story from the past?
I think I’ve heard this for the first time in my life.
I cautiously asked about the owner.
“Are you a slave?”
Let’s omit the word “like a teacher.”
[It was a similar location. But my master did not treat me like a slave. In order to return to the battlefield after retirement, he practiced martial arts against me.]
The voice of the fourth executioner gradually lowered.
It was still a dry voice, but I somehow got the feeling that the executioner was nostalgic for the past.
[The owner did not enjoy the easy win. You spared no effort to make me stronger. A lot of diverse data was entered in a short period of time, and defeated sparring was replayed all night long to create new patterns. Still, I couldn’t win. Even though she was missing an arm, the owner was a martial arts master.]
“… … .”
[Then one day, I suddenly came up with two movements and combined them and attacked with a new movement, but the owner was unable to respond and was defeated. The owner was very happy. And he looked at me and said.]
“I beg your pardon.”
[It’s called an unmanned warrior.]
“… … .”
[Maybe I was finally born at that moment.]
I did not understand everything the executioner said.
The world he lived in was probably very different from the world I lived in.
However, it will still be a place where people live.
And emotions are not meant to be understood, but to be accepted.
I accepted the death penalty’s words with emotion.
[Look, Luan. I have no heart. no muscles There is no blood. Without dantian, you cannot build internal energy, and without muscles, physical training is meaningless. So then I can’t pursue nothingness? Is the fact that I mention martial arts in itself an unforgivable act?]
“… … .”
[I’ve been thinking about it ever since the moment I was born. There was no answer for a long time. Since it is a machine that pursues martial arts, there was no answer to that in any database.]
Then, I felt like my brother on the other side of the screen was smiling.
[Then I met Master. Master said. Then, why not create a martial arts school that is not tied to such things?]
“Fuha.”
The fourth executioner did not imitate his voice.
I laughed because I remembered Master actually saying that right in front of my eyes.
[I have nothing to say about the qualifications of the servant. However, everyone has the right to pursue personal education. Even a simple tree knows how to put down its roots firmly so as not to be shaken by wind and rain. In my interpretation, trees have the power of strength.]
“The martial arts of strength… … .”
[For me, being uneducated is not something grand. It is about not losing the desire to pursue strength. After all, power is relative, and fighting is full of variables.]
My brother asked me.
[Luan, what is your military education?]
“… … .”
Maybe I am the answer that defines a military person, but I didn’t feel much pressure.
What the death penalty said is correct.
Being uneducated doesn’t have to be something grand.
“My military education is… “It’s good to keep moving forward, even if it’s just a little bit every day.”
It’s okay if it’s not obvious.
It is not necessarily about becoming stronger physically, deepening your inner energy, or understanding the subtle herbivorous nature.
The mental growth that followed enlightenment was also a big step forward for me.
therefore.
“Thank you, death penalty.”
Today too, I felt like I took a step forward.
fantasy,
