I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God Chapter 515

Episode 515

When I think about it, it seems like leaving the shack through the window was a very conspicuous act.

Of course, at the time, there was no way to escape the mansion, so it couldn’t be helped, but wasn’t it an escape route that I was bound to use if I kept using it?

Then how can we avoid getting caught?

The answer was the magical tool I got from the underground library, the [Teleportation Bracelet]. I think there was a more classical-sounding official name for it, but I forgot.

Anyway, two days ago, while I was running from the main building to the Socheoldang, I found a secluded place and marked the coordinates.

This way, I can leave the Socheoldang anytime, anywhere without being noticed by anyone.

Of course, it is still dangerous to wander around without permission.

There may be few people who would dare to open the door of a small house, but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.

I needed someone who could stand in for me in case of any emergency… … .

At that moment, the thought occurred to me that it was the Rinchal mask I was carrying.

Using the mask’s transformation ability, Arjan was ordered to disguise himself as ‘Luan Badniker’.

Actually, I thought it would be difficult to add a new form of transformation to the mask, but maybe it is because it is modeled after my existing appearance.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t that complicated.

Still, I ended up wasting two days trying this and that.

Anyway, only after all the preparations were completed was I able to leave the Socheoldang with peace of mind.

This gave me the right to move freely throughout my homeland, avoiding Assad’s surveillance and magic.

After coming out, I went towards the Socheoldang just in case.

‘As expected.’

After observing the surroundings carefully, I caught sight of a black fairy staring intently through the window from the direction of the Socheoldang.

He was lying face down on the roof near the building, keeping his presence as quiet as possible and watching the cycads.

‘You’ve been like that your whole life.’

I was properly aware of the magic that Assad had deployed, the ‘Eye of the Thing’, and moved to the northern area through the shadows such as the roofs of buildings and trees.

Just before entering the forest, I sprayed some ‘odor-removing perfume’.

Chick.

You can consider this as almost eliminating the risk of being caught.

Butterfly Forest.

I looked into the dark forest and thought.

It’s not Kusette looking for me… … .

I have to find the cushion.

* * *

The midnight Butterfly Forest was so dark that I couldn’t see anything in any direction, but fortunately it wasn’t enough to fool my eyes.

I quietly operated the qi and then focused my eyesight to secure night vision, and I was able to move around the forest more or less freely.

Strangely, I didn’t think of the retreat days today, but maybe it’s because I’m now convinced that the forest has a completely different atmosphere than it did back then.

First of all, what concerned me the most was the faint presence of monsters swarming in the forest.

I continued my thoughts as I walked through the forest where not a single ray of moonlight reached.

In fact, there is no information about the exact location of the cushion.

Considering the extent of the forest, if I were to search alone, it would likely take not a year or two, but a dozen years or more without finding a single clue.

That doesn’t mean I’m particularly impatient.

Because there were some milestones.

‘… There is.’

Not long after, I discovered a black elf walking quietly through the forest.

He was tall like a pole and had an outfit reminiscent of a wild man, and he even had a large bow tied to his back.

At first glance, he looked like a hunter living in nature, but looking at his unique, soulless face, you can tell he’s either one of Kuset’s subordinates or a test subject.

If you chase after this guy, something will come out.

‘I realized once again that he walks in a really strange way.’

Even though it was so swaying like that, there was almost no sound when he stepped on the grass, and overall, the sound itself was very faint.

I even thought that even the assassins of Haden Aihar would be noisier than this guy.

The movements of the guy who had been walking absentmindedly started to accelerate at some point.

It was a strange way of running with one’s back bent and both arms hanging down, and the posture and momentum resembled that of a nocturnal beast hunting in the middle of the night.

Baek No-gwang said that the martial arts that humans studied the most and most deeply were those that imitated the movements of animals.

To begin with, all beasts are beings that have evolved their bodies by accumulating desires and experiences little by little over a period of time that is difficult to even imagine.

The movements that are optimized for that body and engraved in instinct are in themselves excellent prey.

In terms of martial arts, it can be said to be a historical martial art with tens of thousands of generations.

Somehow, at that moment, I felt like I could finally understand the meaning of the advice that had suddenly come to mind.

However, it is impossible to directly imitate the movements of animals with the human body.

This is also the reason why the most famous martial arts (螳螂拳), which was inspired by the movements of a locust, cannot be performed at full strength when performed with a human body.

But that guy is different.

The dark elf blood flowing through my body helped me perfectly execute those strange movements.

I quickly absorbed the Black Elf’s movements as if awakening a new sense.

If I refine my movements a bit more later and combine them with techniques like Ambo, I will be able to create a martial art that can truly be called a divine technique.

It may be a light-footed technique that is difficult to combine with the Flame Run or Brain Jump, but it doesn’t really matter since they are martial arts with completely different purposes.

Anyway, since I wasn’t in a position to practice right now, I tried to ignore the hints of martial arts that crossed my mind and followed the Black Fairy…

Before long, the number of black fairies began to increase one by one.

‘How many people are there?’

Suddenly, a question occurred to me.

At first I thought there were only a few hundred people, but it could be thousands or even more.

The Butterfly Forest is incredibly large and wide, and is an environment where monsters and beasts can thrive.

This means that even if there are thousands of people, they can be self-sufficient as long as they have hunting and survival skills.

That’s also why I’m so obsessed with chasing the Black Fairy.

With so many of them, it didn’t seem like they would all live outdoors. At least they would have a place they could call a residence.

I don’t know if it had enough buildings or civilization to be called a village.

‘I feel like I’ve come too far.’

It occurred to me that if this continued, I might not be able to return home until the sun rose again.

Where on earth are these guys headed? Are they getting there soon? Or are they still far away?

The gathered black elves scattered again in the middle, and then a few more were added.

After constantly increasing and decreasing, the number of people has grown from thirty to forty.

Even though there were quite a few of them, their movements were coordinated as if they were one body. It felt like a school of mackerel swimming against the backdrop of a forest.

The chances of missing them were reduced, but the chances of being caught were increased, so I followed them carefully without letting my guard down… … .

Finally, the movement of the dark elf group stopped.

“… … .”

It was a place with a huge tree stretching out, but somehow it felt eerie.

Overall, it felt very similar to the tree that Lisseradios was caught in.

Of course, it’s not the same place.

This tree was larger and thicker than the one where the lise had been.

However, it didn’t have a fresh feeling at all, and the surface was rough and cracked enough that you could tell it was an old tree even in a dark place. Moss was also covering half of the tree.

Is there a cushion down there?

While I was wondering, I saw the black elves gathered around the old tree and surrounding it.

“… … ?”

What are you trying to do now?

While I was glaring with my eyes slightly open, a strange sound began to be heard from somewhere.

Iron Buck… … .

It was a wet sound, as if someone was swimming in mucus, and its source was a tree branch.

To be precise, it is a fruit that grows on the branches of an old tree.

A fruit in the middle of winter? And its size was so absurdly large that it was almost as big as a person.

Even though there was no wind, the tree branches began to tremble, and the fruit that had been swaying along with them suddenly fell down.

Crunch… and then a horrible sound, like a human body falling, rang out and a scream erupted.

It was a grotesque scream, like boiling phlegm, and I could hear it clearly even from quite a distance away.

And the next moment, I witnessed a sight that was hard to believe even with my own eyes.

Something stirred within the fallen fruit, and something popped out.

It was a hairy spider’s leg.

“… … .”

I rubbed my eyes, thinking I was seeing things wrong, but I was right.

Then, a gigantic spider of a physically impossible size considering the size of the fruit fully revealed itself.

Chuburup… … .

The giant spider twirled its eight eyes around, wiggling its claws, and then suddenly began to sprint in one direction through the forest.

The black elves standing nearby silently made way.

‘…What on earth is this?’

Even when I glimpsed the sacrificial rituals of those devil worshippers, I was not this confused.

This strange phenomenon, the purpose of which was unclear, has repeated itself several times since then.

The fruit hanging on the tree branch shakes and falls, and a strange creature jumps out from it.

In addition to spiders, monsters such as giant civets, moths, locusts, and dragonflies also appeared.

In addition, wolves, bears, deer, owls, bats, and crows also appeared.

They scattered in all directions, pretending not to notice the dark fairies surrounding them… … .

It was only later that I realized the purpose of this strange ritual.

“Geuu …

The one who showed up this time was relatively small in stature.

One head, two eyes, one mouth, two arms and legs.

The moment I straightened my bent back, I realized that it was the Black Fairy who had appeared this time.

Then, one of the nearby black elves approached, supported the struggling black elf covered in mucus, and left for somewhere.

“… … .”

I saw the old tree again.

Now it looked not just like an old tree, but like the mother of many of the monsters in the Butterfly Forest.

Only after dozens of monsters and five or so black elves had been born did this disgusting behavior stop.

‘… What should I do now?’

I would like to investigate that strange tree further, but there are dark elves surrounding it on all sides, so there is no way to approach it.

It is also difficult to utilize Crowtaker’s powers like in Ulkua.

There’s no way those sensitive guys wouldn’t feel the spirits’ presence and the subtle air currents that occur when they float and fly.

The moment when I was just staring at a tree, unable to do anything.

Suddenly, I felt an enormous presence from behind.

“… … !”

It was a strong presence, as if a forest fire had broken out at the back of my head, and the moment I turned my head, I found a man who looked completely out of place in the forest in the middle of the night.

He is a nobleman with red hair that reaches down to his waist like scarlet.

The colors were unusually distinct, as if they had cut off the space alone. This was my first time experiencing this kind of oppression, so I was quite taken aback.

The man was walking slowly towards the old tree with a listless expression, but strangely enough, he felt as if he was trampling and subduing the forest itself as he walked.

‘Who the hell are you?’

First of all, it’s not a black fairy.

In other words, it’s not a cushion.

However, it was clear that even the Dark Elf, who had lost his wits, was a strong enough opponent to hesitate.

As I was trying to guess the identity of the monster that suddenly appeared, I heard a voice from somewhere.

[What an unexpected guest… … . It’s been a hundred years… … ? Blood-scaled child.]

“It’s a name I miss.”

[Ah… Now that I think about it, you’re using a different name now… … . It’s something I don’t understand.]

“… … .”

[So… why did you come to my forest?]

I couldn’t tell exactly where the hoarse and muffled voice was coming from.

In the meantime, I suddenly realized that the red-faced nobleman’s gaze was focused on a certain place.

It was around the top center of the old tree.

The moment I followed the man’s gaze… … .

The surface of the old tree began to tremble and crack, and slowly the shabby face of an old man, like flesh, was revealed within.

“… … .”

I almost burst out laughing.

Black Elf Cushette… … .

A hero who ended the dark ages in the distant past.

It was a mystery how such an ancient being could survive to this day, but now the reason has been revealed.

The hero was surviving in the guise of a tree.