〈 Episode 341 〉 Kyle Torben (2)
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A being with a concept that is contrary to that of stars.
Demon King (？王）.
Even though the vessel has been lost, it is still a god(?), a wrong being that should not exist on this earth.
A collection of shadows and curses.
A concept that is foreign and not bound by providence and therefore exists outside the world. A disaster that destroys the providence of the entire region just by existing. That is the essence of the being that the world calls the devil.
Indeed, it is as expressed.
Kyle looked in front of him.
There is a being before my eyes that can only be described through a series of vague sentences. The sight of black waves covering the river is like watching a scene from mythology.
Providence is twisted.
Laws, providence, and truth are meaningless.
Kyle feels fear in the face of a being that he cannot understand or be understood by. Her eyes were shaking like crazy. Many years have passed and the Demon King is encountered again, and he is still a strange and terrifying being.
‘···I pictured it in my head several times.’
The moment you face reality, you cannot erase fear.
Kyle shivered briefly at the feeling of cool air touching his skin. But Kyle never closed her eyes or looked behind her like he did then.
Instead, I smiled and muttered to myself.
I’m not as tired as I was back then.
He said he neither let go of the sword nor ran away.
“······.”
Kyle closed his only eye.
I faced disaster with bloodshot eyes.
The black waves that swallow up the horizon are not the essence of the devil. The black fog scattered by the Demon King and the waves accompanied by black fog (??) are merely obstacles that block the path.
The center is beyond.
‘The essence of the devil.’
A collection of curses made up of tens or millions of grips. Here, he will have to face the essence of the Demon King that Raniel had bound here in the past.
【Achieve the feat you have neglected.】
I will fulfill the responsibilities I have neglected.
Kyle took a step forward. Kyle exhaled briefly on the cracked ground and opened her eyes.
‘see.’
The path of the sword is visible.
‘I can see the path ahead.’
The path you must take.
The path in which one’s sword should be swung.
The sword (？？) was visible in Kyle’s eyes.
Cooung.
Since you can see the road, shouldn’t you walk? Since you can see the sword’s trajectory, shouldn’t you swing it? Kyle walked along the path he could see.
Squeak, little geek■■■■■■.
The shadow watched the human who did not run away.
The shadow recognizes the being approaching with a sword pointed at it as an enemy. The shadow fluttered towards the entity that needed to be erased.
Tuhwaaagh!
In the water that flows and flows and forms a river, in the cursed waterway made up of human resentment, many things gush out. This is the moment when the raised hand tries to block the soft starlight flowing from Kyle’s body.
Suddenly.
A single line was drawn at an angle.
The approaching hands are swept away. Beyond the patter of sludge falling to the floor, Kyle narrowed her eyes and lightly brushed off the tip of her knife.
One sword strike.
It only took one swing to adjust to the body strengthened by Sarah’s blessing. Kyle let out a short breath and lowered her posture. Sarah, who was watching her back, understood what Kyle was trying to do.
Kyle’s specialty and the star quality he possesses.
Acceleration(??).
The handful of starlight remaining in Kyle’s body resonates with the star imprint on his soul. Kyle’s heart was pounding loudly. Lowering his stance even further, Kyle saw the black fog rolling in.
widely.
The first step is light.
Contrary to the sound of light footsteps, the land that Kyle walked on is not like that. Dust rose up along with the cracked ground.
Throw in!
Kyle jumps out through the dust and runs.
He lowers his stance and begins to sprint. To an enemy that once ran away. Kyle ran towards the enemy who had run away screaming and urinating.
That’s how humans challenge trials.
Kyle risked his life in a seemingly impossible ordeal. Some people might look at Kyle like that and laugh at him, calling him a stranger, or point a finger at him for being arrogant.
But, that’s what heroes are.
To accomplish something that others cannot understand, by challenging the impossible. That must be the essence of a hero.
The boy who dreamed of being a hero ran.
To accomplish a feat.
To become the warrior he dreamed of.
And, to pay off the debt.
2.
The shadow fluttered.
Even if it has been reduced to a phenomenon that has lost its intelligence, the shadow is still a transcendent being like a god. A being that hates beings that embrace light, and further wishes for the extinction of the human species (?).
Manma’s owner recognized Kyle.
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The shadow moved to erase the humans left behind by the hateful star. Kyle also felt the movement of the shadows.
‘It’s coming.’
Kyle’s intuition warned him.
Those huge waves crashing down from beyond the horizon are not your only enemies. The rain of sediment falling from the sky, the sediment that bounces every time you take a step, the river of sediment that flows through the furrows… all of them are like your enemies.
Everything that exists here is an enemy.
That’s all you have to deal with.
“···Phew.”
One breath.
Kyle opened his eyes wide.
···Kyle was originally called a hero like a spear blade.
don’t look back Don’t even look around. Run only looking ahead. It was a bad habit to become isolated in the center of the battlefield, but Kyle did not change his strategy.
“Run, Kyle.”
“I’ll take care of the rest.”
Because Raniel was always by his side.
Because Raniel was with him, Kyle was always able to run while looking ahead. But not now. Raniel is not by my side right now.
That’s why Kyle opened his eyes wide.
Take your perspective wider.
It’s not just about looking ahead. Put everything around you into view. The eyes that have been filled with stars for a long time show amazing visual acuity even now that the stars have almost left. Kyle’s eyes moved quickly.
I only have one eye, but that’s okay.
The extra senses gained by becoming a superhuman do not simply capture information with the eyes. The slightest movement of air, raindrops splashing on your skin, the rumble of the ground. Using all of that information, Kyle predicts the future.
Huh.
Kyle swung his sword.
The raindrops that were pouring from the sky hit the tip of Kyle’s sword and split apart. The dirt scattered on the ground burned up with a hissing sound.
Kyle’s sword doesn’t end once.
The tip of the sword pointed downward touched the ground. Kyle felt the sway of the river flowing through the furrow through the tip of his sword. Kyle predicted a future in which a hand rising from a rolling river would grab him.
Kyle sees the future and moves.
The blade that touched the ground was stabbed deeper.
Kyle swung the knife that touched the bottom of the river as if scooping up river water. The entire ground was ripped out and flew into the sky along with the river water. Water poured out along with soggy dirt.
The pouring waste turns into a hand.
Before it reached Kyle, Kyle’s sword swung through the raindrops. Suddenly, hundreds of hands with their wrists cut off turned into scum and poured out.
Sigh!
Kyle glided and turned.
Kyle shook off the dirt on the tip of the knife and took a deep breath. That’s it in one breath. Gulping her breath again, Kyle looks in front of her.
Before you know it, black fog has spread everywhere.
Kyle felt numerous signs stirring beyond the fog. Kyle’s extra senses rang an alarm. Kyle muttered to himself.
‘too many.’
There is so much to cut.
There is no end if you cut them down one by one.
“A sword ultimately depends on the person who uses it.”
“If Kuntel studied a sword to deal with a single powerful enemy, I am the opposite.”
At this moment, Kyle comes to mind.
“You have to cut down as many things as possible.”
“If I want to slaughter even one more of that damn bitch’s demon beasts, I have to pull out the sword energy thinly like a whip.”
Numerous inspections he had seen.
Among them, a swordsman who studied a sword (?) to fight against many people.
“That’s my sword.”
“It’s called Nangeom(?).”
Sword Demon, Draka.
Kyle remembered his sword as he looked over his shoulder. Before he became a superhuman, he often used his natural physical abilities to imitate sword fighting.
Kuuk.
Kyle gripped his sword like a Draka.
It’s different from the past. I have no intention of developing half-a-dozen techniques that only scratch the surface, not the essence of the technology. The moment he adjusted his grip on the sword, the sword path (？？) in Kyle’s eyes changed.
The road Draka saw.
Kyle swung his sword along the path.
Breathing is short. Black long.
The wind swirled along the path of the sword Kyle swung. The sword was swung once, but the sword strike did not stop with just one strike.
A wild sword, a net of swords.
The sword spread out like a net and the rushing wind cut into pieces the rolling fog. Kyle takes another step toward the fragmented fog. Now that he was imitating Draka’s sword, Kyle understood the essence of this swordsmanship.
Draka hated apostates.
Draka studied a sword (?) to slaughter countless demonic beasts and reach the apostates beyond the waves of demonic beasts. The fruit of his research is this sword technique.
My goal now is also the same.
Kyle borrowed Draka’s sword and cut through the fog. It split the gushing water. Head forward, cutting through everything in sight.
However, it does not rely on just one sword.
“I’ll show you my sword.”
“Isn’t it an honor to be able to teach the hero the sword? “If it’s okay for me, then as much as I want…”
“knife? “You should be able to tell me.”
“You want to learn the sword?”
I have been asked to teach by many people.
I learned sword skills from many people.
Borrowing their swords, and sometimes combining them, Kyle continues to move forward. Every time Kyle took a step, sword marks (？？) were left on the ground.
Sigh!
‘Cut.’
Kyle swings his sword.
‘Cut, cut again.’
Swing and move forward.
Every time he swings his sword, Kyle’s sword becomes more precise and sharper. Little by little, Kyle begins to realize how to cut down beings who deviate from providence.
Seeing the future with one eye.
Cut the present with a single sword.
It is impossible to fight by raising the output of starlight and pressing down with force like you did before. Kyle does not pursue the impossible. If you lack strength, you can make up for it with technology.
Bingle.
Kyle adjusted his sword.
What comes to mind is a person who became his teacher.
“Go, Kyle.”
“You are the one who should not die here.”
Kyle thought of Kuntel, the swordsman who risked his life for him. Kyle pictured in his mind the swordsmanship of the Sword Canyon that he had learned from him. Although some things have changed over hundreds of years, the essence of this sword technique lies in the sword technique used by the first warriors.
Galatric type 1, Chogyeonsal.
The moment he opens his eyes and looks ahead, there is a clear sword drawn in front of Kyle. But what you see is not just one sword. Two sword paths are visible. Kyle led the way.
Galatric style, super dog meat.
Nangeom(？）, a net of swords.
Two roads connected.
Kyle captured the achievements of two superhumans by honing their lives into one path.
Suddenly.
A quiet cutting sound rang out.
The moment the sound rang out, everything in the area centered around Kyle stopped for a moment. Silence doesn’t last long. The wind pressure that came late broke the silence.
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
The ground cracked.
Dozens of sword marks were stamped on the ground at once. The fog that had been rolling in was swept away, the raindrops and scum parted, and the view became wide open.
Now there is only one thing left.
Kyle raised his head.
Waves sweeping in from beyond the horizon are right in front of us. Kyle let out a short breath in front of the endless waves, no matter how much he raised his head.
Cut this down and move forward.
I grabbed my sword.
Before I knew it, blood was flowing from my forearm. Blood flowed from her only eye and from her nose. Her body is reaching its limits. However, my mind is clearer than ever. It was clear.
If so, you can do it.
Kyle exhaled and jumped into the waves.
3.
Sarah looked at Kyle’s back.
Kyle is bleeding.
Kyle’s body is being destroyed faster than the blessing he gave is recovering his body.
Kyle is moving without thinking about his body. As always, don’t think backwards. Bleeding, injured, and in complete disrepair. Blood flowed from Sarah’s tightly bitten lip.
‘···really.’
How did I happen to like a guy like that?
Even with that thought in mind, Sarah didn’t stop blessing Kyle. However, the form of the blessing is different from what Sarah has used so far.
Sarah no longer memorizes prayers.
We do not pray to God with our hands clasped.
I don’t even wish to recite God’s name.
In the end, all of that is just a prayer to the god above in the distant sky. Sara knows that such prayers are meaningless here. Because this is a cursed land where God’s gaze cannot reach.
‘But you can still cast a blessing.’
In fact, it is stronger than usual.
‘A pure white blessing, not platinum.’
Now Sarah knows what that means.
Because you don’t pray to God.
By your own will, you pray to the being you desire. The divinity within Sarah’s body answered that prayer.
‘···It’s a funny story.’
Sarah laughed and thought of the concept of a saint.
What is a saint?
It is a vessel made by God.
A single piece of flesh, a strand of hair, and a drop of flowing blood are all vessels created by God to contain God. That is a saint. Sarah recalled the story, which she found eerie as a child.
Your body is a body made by God.
The old people in the church said that it was a body that should be used for God. So, save your body, the cardinal said. Know how precious every drop of your blood is, cried the Pope.
“They’re like funny old people.”
Sarah laughed like Raniel.
Sara laughed like Raniel and took out a dagger from her arms. With the dagger she had pulled out, Sarah cut her wrist long.
“My body is mine.”
If there is a place for it to be used, there is only one place.
“So, I will write if I want to.”
Sarah does what the old members of the church told her she should never do and that it was taboo. Flowing blood is life. Sarah exchanged her flowing life for pure white particles.
Kyle is risking his life.
In that case, you too will have to walk.
The moment Sarah lost her vitality, she stumbled. For a moment, her mind became blurred, as if she had been hit on the head. Sarah thought, feeling that strange sense of helplessness.
This is what it feels like to sacrifice your life.
But it didn’t feel too bad.
What can’t we do to save that country bumpkin? Sarah recited the blessing over and over again, prepared to scratch the floor.
“Run, Kyle.”
Although I can’t stand next to you like Raniel.
Because I will be watching you.
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