335. He was just a man.
“I crossed the sea to catch you.”
The malicious commenter who had been leaving a thoughtless comment was startled by that one gloomy word.
The surprised hater looked back.
I wasn’t hearing things. There was definitely someone in the room where I was supposed to be alone.
At the back of the dark room, two lights twinkled. They were eyes.
The face was not visible, but the eyes were clear.
A thick air passed between them.
The malicious commenter sitting on the chair screamed after a short silence.
“Wow, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!”
“Got you. You bastard.”
It’s a ghost. Its eyes shine like a beast in the darkness.
I remembered the ghost in my closet when I was little.
A dizzying fear took over my entire body and made my heart pound.
My breathing became ragged and in an instant, cold sweat began to pour out of my scalp and run down my forehead.
“Wow!”
The malicious commenter was so shocked that he fell backwards, hit the back of his head on the floor, and his eyes rolled back. He passed out.
“Brother Yeonho, isn’t that joke too much?”
Yoo Yeon-ho scratched the back of his head in embarrassment at his teammate’s words.
“I came here because I was curious about the face of the person who wrote malicious comments.”
He’s a young kid who looks like he’s just turned twenty.
While on a business trip with the Phoenix team, I had some free time and was looking for online terrorists who were attacking my son.
IP bypass and other tricks were no match for the technology used by Old Force in espionage warfare.
Of course, if someone had known, they would have said it was like stabbing an ant with a slaughter knife instead of a chicken, but Yoo Yeon-ho didn’t care.
“It’s time to go now, hyung.”
It’s off-duty time now, a short break before boarding the plane back home.
Yoo Yeon-ho picked up the note that was next to the fallen man.
I didn’t care about the trauma that would be left to the other person.
How dare you say something like that to someone else’s son?
If you can’t see the face, it’s not there.
Recently, there was a story that was spreading among malicious commenters all over the world.
Ghost of malicious comments or comment ghost.
[Don’t cross the line with bad intentions. The comment ghost will be behind you.]
Yoo Yeon-ho bit off his opponent’s little finger and left a blood note to leave a deep and vivid trauma on him.
[If you leave a bad comment, it will come back.]
“If I wake up, I’ll faint twice.”
A teammate who had been watching intently said.
“It’s karma.”
Why do you do that?
If I have nothing to do, I’ll go out and jump rope.
It’s a return.
This business trip was quite long.
I thought of my wife and son who would welcome me, and the faces of my grown daughter.
‘Should I buy a gift?’
Yeonho, who returned to Korea, stopped by a walnut shop inside Cheongnyangni Station.
My whole family loved the walnut cookies sold at the station.
“How much would you like?”
It was 5,000 won for 25.
“Please give me 250.”
“……yes?”
“Because the kids like it.”
The employee selling walnut cookies opened his eyes wide.
I bought it to keep my mouth from getting bored, so it wasn’t a large quantity.
Yoo Yeon-ho, who entered the house with both hands heavy, flinched as soon as he entered the front door.
“came?”
The immortal’s unique sixth sense senses the atmosphere.
He sensed something different from usual in his wife’s speech. Yoo Yeon-ho collected his thoughts within a few seconds.
‘Closet? Desk drawer? Bookcase? Bathroom?’
Four places where slush funds are hidden come to mind.
Where is it? If you make a mistake, it’s over.
“I have something to ask.”
At his wife’s words, Yoo Yeon-ho finished preparing himself mentally.
‘Not just the bathroom.’
“Yu Mu In, do you know?”
Yoo Yeon-ho couldn’t worry about things like slush funds that were half-joking.
“I didn’t ask. I thought it would hurt. I didn’t want to talk. But my son asked me where he heard the name. Grandpa.”
Yoo Yeon-ho was grateful for his wife’s consideration.
“What about Gwangik?”
——————
faqwiki.us
Join our Discord for new chapter updates!
https://discord.com/invite/xr7SxG5T6V
——————
“will come.”
“Want some walnut cookies?”
“Okay.”
The couple ate walnut cookies.
The perfect combination of red bean paste and walnuts wrapped in white paper sweetly enveloped my tongue.
And then the son came.
* * *
Yumuin, grandfather’s name.
And the founder of the terrorist group I’m trying to destroy.
I had a lot to ask, but for now.
“Are you two going to eat together? What about Marie?”
“training.”
After hearing my mother’s short answer, I sat down at the table, cracked open a walnut cookie, and put it in my mouth.
The red bean paste was sweet. It tasted like honey.
I ate a bit light for dinner tonight, and it went down really well.
“Is your stomach the only one that’s full? You should leave some for Marie and Mom too.”
“Father, are Mom and Marie more important than me?”
Whoosh.
I avoided my father’s attempt to hit me with a stick. Then, several sounds mixed in and he aimed for my forehead.
A rare feat is performed where the head is turned to dodge, and the trajectory of the dodge is read in advance to strike.
Mother watched the scene with an ahem.
I dodged and my father tried to hit me.
In the process of running parallel lines, hitting and avoiding, external pressure intervened.
chin.
My mother grabbed the back of my head.
I’ll avoid it if I have to, but if I avoid this, I could really see blood.
Exactly.
“You’re all grown up, so it’s hard to just hit you with a chestnut.”
Because my father laments the passing of time.
“You didn’t do it properly.”
I also answered rudely.
“Then, should I just use the Immortal Vision to beat my son’s chestnuts?”
I think you’ve used the words “deceiving and scattering”.
“Are you curious about your grandfather?”
What should I say?
He nodded.
“I have a short break starting tomorrow. Should I go to Bongandang for the first time in a while?”
My father asked and I nodded again.
The conversation was postponed until tomorrow, because my father said so.
I was planning to go to Bongandang anyway, so I decided to do it anyway.
Dinner was ordinary. Marie came back to see her father.
“Marie won’t date anyone unless they look like her father,” she said, and her father chuckled.
“Then our Marie is already married.”
It was scary because it sounded like he was serious and not joking.
My father’s appearance is beyond excellent, even without any exaggeration.
Even if you look hard enough, there aren’t many immortals like that.
… … There are three of them in our company.
Phantom Double Peak Teacher and Gaenari Jeong Gi-nam’s baby, and lottery winner Kang Purum.
Let’s say there’s an age gap between Jungbong and Purum, but since he doesn’t come out of the lab much, there probably isn’t much to see. And surely that damn dog’s tail isn’t wagging at Mari?
Then it’s a life or death decision.
If you stretch out your hand of darkness to another man’s younger sister, you will make his future like a collapsed tunnel.
“Marie, you have high standards.”
My mother just said that and smiled.
A peaceful dinner and walk, it was a summer night but the air was cool.
Mother and Marie killed the mosquitoes flying around by swatting and catching them with just their hands.
This may surprise anyone who sees it, but this apartment is a place where security is a priority.
Because it’s an apartment that I got by nagging the male CEO of Hwarim a while ago.
I slept well at night.
The next day, when I visited Bongandang, I thought that the owner of the statue would appear in my dream, but it was a deep sleep that did not even have a dream.
“I feel refreshed.”
It was such a refreshing morning that I found myself muttering to myself without realizing it.
Sunlight streamed in through the window.
The location of the Bongandang Shrine is in the southern part of Gyeonggi Province, and I drove.
It felt like the family was getting together and going on a picnic.
“Marie, this moment still feels like a dream.”
Marie’s voice was locked.
“Let’s come often from now on.”
Her father stroked Marie’s head like that.
As you enter the battle, a guy wielding two axes starts to run wild, crying about how he’s on a family vacation.
It sounds strange when you say it.
Even though she’s a shapeshifter, Mari is quite cute, so just looking at her, I thought it was a pretty fitting picture.
This is the Bongandang we arrived at.
It is a place with trees and grass around it.
There is also a flower garden where butterflies are flying and flowers are in bloom.
The early summer sun swept over all of them.
The temperature rose and I felt a sweltering heat.
I walked along the path lined with trees.
The shadows continued like a road, creating an impressive landscape.
Since I had been there several times, I never got lost.
After passing a few statues, I stood in a place with a good mix of sun and shade.
Before my eyes, I saw a person’s memorial photo, along with the person’s name and a writing about the person’s life.
[Park Si-woo.]
In the middle of the park was a monument to those who fought and died for this world.
This name is also engraved on the long monument.
A person who is, in a broad sense, not worth much.
But to me, he is the benefactor who saved my life.
He is the owner of the lights that appear in my dreams.
“It’s been a while, sir.”
I said hello.
My father and mother quietly bowed their heads behind me.
Always the same.
I am grateful that you saved my son.
Park Si-woo, he was a special species.
To be exact, he was a mixed-blood immortal.
And that was really unlucky.
I lost my mother to the invaders when I was young.
A few years later, he lost his father and younger sister in a terrorist incident.
Since he had no relatives or cousins, he became an orphan.
Life without parents, especially in those days, was not easy.
But at no point in his life did the old man bend.
At least that’s what it looked like to my eyes.
A person who always moves forward for the next thing.
After awakening as an immortal, while some dream of revenge and others feel frustrated with their lack of abilities, the old man did what he had to do.
“I will do what I can.”
The old man’s motto engraved on the tombstone stabbed my heart.
Instead of becoming a vengeful ghost, he saved people.
He did his best within the limits of his ability.
So, he stood in my way during the Hughesgate affair.
After I came back to life, naturally my parents looked for a benefactor.
I remember it didn’t take too long to find it.
And the person who saved me was reduced to a handful of blood.
The immortal’s regenerative powers had stopped, and he had become a corpse.
Park Si-woo, this gentleman’s abilities were insignificant.
He was just a half-blood immortal who barely received basic military training.
But he was a hero, a man worthy of respect, and my benefactor.
“I’m sorry I can’t come often.”
I raised my hand and smiled brightly.
The parents searched through this man’s life.
I’m so grateful that I want to tell someone how thankful I am.
That’s when I knew.
Park Si-woo is a loner who was left alone, and a fool who saved people when everyone else was calculating their own gains and losses.
“Brother Si-woo? He’s a good person. But I don’t think he was a person who fit the times. Well, you know. People like that don’t live long.”
This is what someone who knows him said.
You never know how life will turn out.
The person who saved me wasn’t someone who shook the world.
He wasn’t a reclusive genius.
It wasn’t a government factor either.
He was not a hero whose name was engraved in history.
He was just a man. A special kind of man. A man who saved others and gave candy to crying children.
Since I was eighteen, I’ve been following this gentleman around quite thoroughly.
The conclusion is this.
It was invaders and terrorists who ruined his life.
I don’t want any grand revenge or anything like that.
But just like the old man said.
I just do that too.
That I will do what I can.
But in front of me, invaders and terrorists just keep ticking.
What should I do if I am cultivating a field and find a rock stuck in the ground?
You just have to plow the field. If there are any rocks that won’t come out, just stick the shovel in at an angle and lift it up with all your might.
I was doing that.
Then I met a stone again.
“Is that right? The Immortal Church?”
The gaze was straight ahead, and the questions were thrown backwards.
“Yu Mu-in, that’s right. Your grandfather, the founder of the Immortal Church, and the first leader.”
Silence flows. A few birds fly overhead.
It seemed as if I could hear the sun beating the ground.
Marie’s breathing was calm, her mother’s breathing was deep, and her father’s breathing was peaceful.
It is a sound of breathing that is filled with peace and does not need any excuses or justifications to hide it.
“And he’s still alive. Do you want to meet him?”
My father asked.
