Genius Gamer, Reincarnated into a Heroic Family Chapter 192
The turning point of fate (4)
There is a place called ‘the place closest to God’. It was once the sanctuary of St. Benedict, and despite its low altitude, it boasted a unique season of thunder and lightning all year round.
But this place was no longer called a sanctuary, and the church that had been built had long since been abandoned, so that only one believer remained to pray.
A woman who was once a saint, but has now been stripped of that title.
“Ah, ah, ah… … Why… … ?”
Krrrrrr…!!
The lightning struck. But the lightning did not damage the cathedral. She looked up at the flashing sky and held her face in her hands.
“Why? Why? What’s wrong?”
In the past, she had traded her life for Cho-rien’s fate, slightly adjusting the course of her destiny. By intercepting something that was supposed to be done by Harang, Cho-rien wanted to share in the child’s fate.
But the plan went awry.
Harang was clearly following her fate without doing anything… …but other fates that were gathering around her kept getting in her way!
It was as if the heavens were warning that fate could never be intercepted.
Harang seemed to be firmly convinced once again that she must accept this fate.
“Why, why do the people around you interfere and disturb Cho-ri-en for no reason? Everyone would be fine if you just stayed still. Why…? Can’t you stupid people see this?”
She banged her forehead against the wall.
Boom! Boom! Blood flowed from her forehead, but the saintess did not stop. She had given everything she had, but nothing was going according to plan, so she was going crazy.
“… … No, there is one last way.”
Then suddenly the saint smiled.
“I can seduce that kid myself.”
Cho-Rien appears in the child’s dream and shows him the future.
The sight of him withering away, unable to shine, overshadowed by Harang. The ugly future where he is completely surpassed in swordsmanship and chases after him forever.
So, it makes you choose for yourself.
“… … If you do that, nothing will be able to get in your way.”
Even though this method would make Cho-Rien’s future more dire because he would be directly seeing and intervening in fate, so what?
Whatever happens to her, it doesn’t really matter to the saint.
“Okay… I guess I should go see Grand Duke Alsov.”
She got up in a hurry and checked her face against the broken glass as a mirror. She wiped the blood away as if she was putting on makeup and hummed, but why couldn’t she see her own distorted expression, like that of a demon?
The saint left the cathedral without even being able to confirm what she looked like.
* * *
As soon as Harang finally returned after three months in solitary confinement, Manryu Sword Manwoorim personally visited him and spoke to him.
“I will apply for a ‘peddling contract’ with you.”
Hangsanggyeol. A type of duel between masters that Cho-rien had previously received, where swordsmen of different levels duel using only swordsmanship, excluding swordsmanship and aura.
But Harang, who was challenged to a duel, shook his head.
“I appreciate your consideration in applying for the Peddler’s Tournament since my level is low, but I would like to personally see the power of the famous Manryu Sword. How about a ‘Knight’s Duel’ where you can use Aura?”
“… … !”
Manwoorim looked slightly surprised at Harang’s bold words, then smiled faintly. As a Taoist, I couldn’t ask for a formal duel with someone of lower level because I had to be careful, but if he said so himself, I would definitely welcome it with open arms.
“Yeah, good. I also really want to see what the famous Kaladan swordsmanship feels like.”
“… … .”
Harang was smiling with his lips, but his eyes were not. No one noticed the anger that was quietly settling around him. This must be because he was so good at controlling his emotions.
“The date is a week later. … … When the full moon rises.”
Taiwan Moon? That day, which comes only once every few years, is famous for the open energy of the sky and the mana in the air swirling around.
It was also a day when low-level magicians were strongly urged to refrain from using magic, so naturally, the spirit world would be in turmoil as well.
I don’t know why they wanted to have a duel on such a day, but Harang welcomes it.
Because he was confident that he could control his aura perfectly in any environment.
“great.”
The duel date is a week later, at the training grounds of Cheon Sang-dong on the day the full moon rises.
When Manwoorim, who had made the appointment, returned, Harang went to find Cho-ri-en first.
Cho-Ri-Nen, who has not been discharged from the hospital yet due to the serious injuries she received that day, still has bandages wrapped all over her body.
“How could it be this much… … .”
“Did you get hit?”
“… … !”
A beige voice is heard from the side while Harang is muttering.
It was the wolf spirit, Avalanche.
“I wonder about that too.”
“Avalanche… … Do you know something? There’s something a little strange about it. Cho-rien isn’t a weak child who would suffer so miserably.”
“I know. That kid is so good at swordsmanship that he can match yours.”
“… … Right now, your swordsmanship may be even better than mine.”
“Are you saying that’s how you would rate it? It’s even stranger when you hear it that way… … I also went to see the match between Emblitz’s kid and Manryuken.”
“What happened?”
“But he was so weak that day? What was the result? He got beaten up so badly that he couldn’t do anything. He was beaten for about 5 minutes? It was only then that they realized something was wrong and stopped the duel, but it was already like this.”
“I got beaten up without being able to do anything… … .”
Does that make sense?
I don’t know how great Manwoorim is, but even if a 7-star swordsman comes, he won’t be able to subdue Cho-Rien that unilaterally without using his aura.
There is something.
Something prevented Cho-Rien from using his power properly that day, which is why he was defeated so helplessly.
I couldn’t help but think that way.
‘Did you do something behind the scenes?’
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I’m not sure. It was dishonorable of a journalist to accuse someone of fabrication without evidence.
I never really wanted to gain any fame as a knight… … .
“… … !”
Thinking about it that way, my mind became clearer. If he did something like that to Cho-rien, wouldn’t he be able to do the same to himself?
Then the story becomes simple.
“Should I investigate a little more? Well, maybe it was poison. It’s unlikely that the Taoists did it, but they could have put a slight weakening curse on it. That’s the specialty of the old-time gangsters.”
“No. If Avalanche were to stir things up, they wouldn’t be looked upon favorably.”
If you do it that way, they will hide the evidence instead. Avalanche is too big of a presence to investigate anything. Every move he makes is focused on by all the Taoists in the Celestial Palace.
In that case, it would be better for Harang to get caught up in Manwoorim’s trickery herself and secure the evidence.
“The investigation is fine, but I would like you to watch me duel.”
“Of course. At the time, I was drinking makgeolli and watching it without thinking about it… … .”
“It’s okay if you do that this time too.”
Just having Avalanche there is already solid insurance.
His mere presence will prevent any excessive chatter.
Ugh!
“Manwoorim… … I will never forgive you.”
After Harang muttered like that and left, Cho-rien’s eyebrows twitched slightly. However, even Avalanche did not notice the change and just shrugged his shoulders before turning into a cloud and disappearing.
“eww…….”
Cho-Rien, who was left behind, was sweating profusely in pain.
* * *
Cho-rien, she was defeated.
She had lived her life without ever knowing what defeat was, but after coming to the Celestial Palace, she somehow became accustomed to defeat.
I was challenged to a duel with the strong, and I lost again and again. As I kept losing like that, losing became so natural to me.
‘I always lose, so I lose.’
The Choryen in my dream looked shabby.
The image of that brilliant and bright genius girl was nowhere to be found.
Breaking and ruining things here and there. Getting hurt and torn, and suddenly, 10 years have passed like that.
Cho-Rien hastily looked back on the ten years that had passed by in the blink of an eye.
‘ah……!’
It was hideous. His face was covered in scars and wounds from his constant defeats, and all his beautiful hair had been pulled out, leaving him bald in patches.
A long scar remained on her arm, making it impossible for her to properly hold a sword, and now no one seemed to remember the name Cho-Rien, so everyone who passed by just laughed at her.
‘That’s your future, Cho-Rien.’
A voice came from somewhere. Cho-rien hurriedly looked around. There was nothing there.
‘You are destined to continue to lose to Harang, and one day you will be forgotten.’
To Prince Harang? Cho-ri-en’s heart sank.
Yeah, that’s right.
I lost to Harang every time, so I ended up like this.
‘You’re the world’s greatest genius?’
‘Tsk tsk, that’s all old news.’
‘It’s funny. He lived his life thinking he was the best, but he ended up looking great.’
‘The world’s greatest genius, who can’t even beat that one little boy from Kaladan?’
‘This is ridiculous, hahaha!’
‘Ha ha ha ha ha!’
‘Kekekekeke!’
‘Hahahaha!’
Cho-ri-en covered her ears at the laughter coming from here and there. However, the hideous laughter was engraved in her mind, and even though she covered her ears and closed her eyes tightly, it kept leaking in.
‘I hope that doesn’t happen?’
Towering! The laughter stopped at some point.
Cho-rien hurriedly raised her head. When she looked in the mirror, she saw herself as if she had returned to ten years ago, completely healthy without any wounds or scars.
Back then, when I was a genius girl who didn’t really know what defeat was…
‘Then, choose. You will take away Harang’s fate.’
‘You’re saying that you’re going to take away my fate?’
‘It’s very simple. If you do as I say, Harang’s bright future will be yours.’
Before I knew it, a huge full moon had risen in the dream world. It was a special phenomenon that only occurs once every few years, the ‘Taiwan Moon’.
The moment he saw it, Cho-ri-en woke up from his dream.
“Ugh! Gasp! Gasp!”
Her whole body was soaked in cold sweat. She hurriedly felt her face with both hands. There were no scars, only bandages here and there.
“ah…….”
Bandages, that is, wounds. These will pile up defeats in the future and grow one by one. Ten years from now, you will look very horrible… … .
“Ugh… … .”
She covered her face.
Someone’s whisper.
I don’t know who it was, but it shook Cho-Rien’s heart greatly.
“I am…….”
That night, the girl couldn’t sleep and spent a long time thinking about her dream.
Not knowing that the one who was once called a saint was watching them with a smile on her face.
‘Haha, do you think you can escape from that dream?’
The moment the saint, so confident, raised the corners of her lips slightly.
“What the hell is this dream!”
Cho-Rien slapped his own cheek. The cheek of the saint, who was watching the situation from afar via telepathy, also bent to the side as if she had been greatly shocked.
‘Ugh… …?!’
“I’m going to fail in the future? That can’t be true. I’ve always been good, and I’ll always be good!”
‘… … What, what did you say?’
As a saint who had lived her entire life with an impure mind, I could not understand it at all.
He sacrificed part of his life to show us a dark future.
You kicked it away after less than 5 minutes?
How? How on earth?
Questions filled the saint’s mind, but there was no time to resolve them.
“Coolook!”
It was as if he had suffered an internal injury, because red blood began to leak out of his mouth!
The shock was bound to be even greater because he had tried to manipulate and twist a great destiny but failed.
“This, this… … .”
Her arms were getting thinner and wrinkled, as if she was getting older.
“Save me… … .”
dump!
The saint stretched out her hands toward the sky, but she fainted on the spot without being able to ask for help.
The price paid for daring to change the fate of heaven was truly miserable.
It was as if the gods were warning her.
Don’t meddle in the fate of human beings…
