Episode 459
“I admit it.”
The emperor did not answer.
“You are stronger than me.”
Still no answer. The emperor tried to cut out Yan Zhen’s heart, but Yan Zhen stopped him. The situation continued.
“He is truly a warrior. He is more warrior-like than any other warrior in this land.”
It was a moment of self-reproach and enlightenment.
“At every moment, face the enemy with the determination of Donggwi Eojin… … You must be prepared to die at every moment in order to break down the wall… … Those who expand their vessel are those who are prepared to die… … In order to develop martial arts to protect your own body, be prepared to die… … As expected, martial arts are truly profound.”
Unexpected situations can come unexpectedly. And there is no guarantee that the moment of unexpected occurrence will be the same.
The moment when Yeomjon awakened from Shinwakyung to Jayeonkyung was an unexpected moment for anyone. It is the same now.
The two eyes of the salt-bearer became clearer and his mind became clearer. The agitated energy stabilized. Surprisingly, the salt-bearer’s energy was expanding even more.
As if multiplying, the energy of the salt zone increases.
The Emperor’s eyes widen. A smile appears on the corner of Yan Zhen’s mouth. It is not an arrogant, greedy smile. It is like a fresh smile.
A smile like the kind you’d expect from rulers looking down on the world.
The Emperor of the West knows that smile. He has seen it many times in the mirror, and there is one around him.
Valentine Milos, that’s the smile she used to show. A smile that no one who has stepped foot into their realm would ever show. A smile that only those who have adapted and learned the rules of the place would show.
A smile that seems to look down on everything.
A smile that only those who reach the top can see.
The situation now was simple.
It’s just that a series of unexpected situations occurred.
Yeomjon has grown one level further. From beginner to intermediate level of natural science.
“Let’s go all the way. Like an unmanned person.”
Yan Zhen releases his arm. The Emperor’s sword cuts through Yan Zhen’s heart.
Crunch-!!
At the same time, Yan Zhen’s fist extended and struck the emperor’s heart.
Crunch-!!
* * *
There was a woman who wandered the shores of the Black Sea.
Black hair that reaches down to her waist. Mysterious eyes that seem to suck you in. Thick double eyelids. A slender chin.
She had delicate features. She was the kind of woman who would naturally turn her head as she walked down the street.
The black robe covering her entire body further accentuated her mysterious aura.
There were two little children beside the woman.
Among them, the silver-haired boy asked.
-Are you okay?
The black-haired woman, Valentine, turns her head.
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[What do you mean?]
-It’s been over a week since Valentine didn’t return to his doll form.
The voice of the silver-haired boy, Cell, was filled with worry.
The same was true of the blonde girl next to him, Charlotte de Royale. Charlotte didn’t say anything, but her whole body was worried about Valentine.
Valentine smiles slightly.
[There seems to be a slight misunderstanding.]
-Do you misunderstand?
“Are you mistaken?”
Valentine patted the two little ones on the head with both hands.
[My turning into a doll is a curse I put on myself. That curse allowed me to live a long life. The guy said I would die in about 10 years. But. As you may have noticed, the ‘past me’ and the ‘past guy’ that we don’t remember must have had a deep relationship.]
They both nodded at the same time. It was so obvious that even a clueless person would know.
[I would have liked to maintain that relationship. No, rather than maintain it, I would have wanted to relieve the 400 years of loneliness at once. I am only one person and one woman, so wouldn’t once a month be too harsh?]
Cell and Charlotte were still young. Even though they were young, they still had common sense. What do men and women do when they are in love? What does it mean to share love?
I know all about that. To be exact, this is how children of Cell or Charlotte’s age usually answer the question of how children are made.
Isn’t that what a stork brings from under the bridge?
It wasn’t Cell and Charlotte. The man and woman were naked, um.
I imagined a little bit. Jack and Valentine making love.
Eventually, the faces of the two little ones turn red.
Smiling slightly, Valentine turned his head and looked at the whirlpool of the Black Sea.
[I would have continued to break this promise I had carved into my soul. That would have drastically reduced my lifespan. I can imagine. By my estimate, I have at least 24 years left to live. If that were to be reduced to a dozen years, how many times a month would I have returned to human form?]
Valentine carried his luggage on his back. His appearance was very similar to Jack’s. Jack carried his luggage on his back when he was relaxed or thinking. Valentine was the same. The two learned from each other and resembled each other.
[Every time you return to your original form, your lifespan is shortened by about 3 to 4 days. Cell’s expression tells me so. Then, shouldn’t you break that promise with your soul now?]
Cell was surprised. Did it have eyes at the back? How did it know?
Honestly, I did think about it like Valentine said. Is it really necessary to make it this complicated?
If the one who made the promise to the soul was himself, then it would naturally be he who broke the promise. If that were the case, wouldn’t there be no need to bother talking about lifespan like we do now? That’s what I thought.
[If you forcefully break this promise, I will die.]
-ah…….
[It is a promise I made with my existence at stake. It is a promise I made with my soul at stake. In theory, I will inevitably perish with this promise. That is why I cannot break it.]
Jack knows it, and so does Valentine. The two little kids just don’t.
Valentine knows Jack better than anyone else.
I also know why Jack went to the Eastern Continent alone. To become stronger.
Preventing the invasion of the Eastern Continent is only a secondary priority. Jack went to the Eastern Continent ‘alone’ because he wanted to be with Valentine for a long time.
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Leaving Valentine here was just insurance, nothing more, nothing less. That’s why I was angry. Why did you think about it alone and come to a conclusion alone?
So I was angry. I’m still angry. Everyone wants to be treated well.
Valentine didn’t want to be treated well, he just wanted to be respected.
It was miserable to know that I was a burden, and that Jack knew best what I wanted. My self-esteem was dropping because of my own helplessness.
In that situation, Jack tried to leave for the Eastern Continent alone as if it was the right thing to do. That was a definite answer for Valentine.
You’re just a bunch of baggage, so stay stuck in the Western Continent, that’s why I’m mad. It’s so miserable.
What this means is this.
[There is only one way to extend my life.]
“… … .”
[In a situation where someone is one, no, two levels stronger than me now, I force him to break his soul’s promise and completely eliminate that backlash. Jack can’t do that now. His strength is similar to mine now.]
Strictly speaking, there would be a difference of exactly half a step, because Jack always fought and Valentine rested.
Valentine’s body slowly moves forward.
The boundary line dividing the Western and Eastern Continents.
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A hurricane surging into the sky, countless lightning bolts falling from above, and snow and rain.
Valentine’s eyes look at one place.
A place where mana overlaps with mana, where the currents of mana become one. Ironically, this is where a gap is created.
That one place alone was maintained. It remained a gap.
If you go through there, you can cross this border with relatively little effort.
That was the difference between Jack and Valentine.
Jack uses magic and swords, but strictly speaking, he leans more toward swords. Valentine leans more toward magic. That’s it.
-May I ask why you came here?
Valentine answers Cell’s question.
[It’s been a month.]
“A month… …?”
[If the guy doesn’t come within a month, I’ll move on.]
Valentine’s two eyes look into the gap in the boundary.
[To the Eastern Continent.]
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Yeom-jon knelt down on one knee. Knock, blood gushed out.
My heart was torn in half. In normal circumstances, I would have despaired. What kind of person doesn’t despair when their heart is torn in half?
But the salt lord was different. The salt lord of today was not the salt lord of the past.
He gathered all his energy. He repaired the torn heart. He reconnected the blood vessels that had been torn and severed when the heart was torn apart. It took only 10 seconds for the blood vessels, which numbered in the tens and hundreds, to be connected.
Yeomjon stood up from his seat again.
This is a fight. Primal fights must be savage.
It was no longer a human fight.
Even if your heart is split in half, it can recover.
If the heart completely bursts… … it’s ambiguous. If all the strength remains, then regeneration is possible even in that state. But there’s just one thing.
If your throat is cut, you can’t do anything.
Now the direction of the fight will be divided into one.
If the strength you have is exhausted first, you won’t be able to repair your severed heart or your neck will be cut off.
If you run out of strength first, you lose. If your neck gets cut first, you lose.
I burst out laughing. I love this savage fight so much. This is unmanned.
This is how a warrior should fight. This is how a warrior should live.
The more you fight, the stronger you become. This is unmanned.
I narrowed my eyes. I saw a man standing alone in the distance.
The emperor from the west.
The name is Jack Milos.
Whether we win or lose this fight, his name will likely never be forgotten.
The emperor raises his hand.
Yeomjeon raised his head as if possessed by something. The sky was opening. He could hear the sound of drums. It was the sound of clear air, the cry of the spirit.
A huge number of giant swords began pouring out of the open door. The laughter deepened. There really are all sorts of techniques.
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The Emperor’s outstretched hand slowly clenches.
That was a signal. The giant swords in the sky flew towards the Flame Lord.
Yeomjon kicked the seat.
The blade of a giant sword appears in front of my nose. I lean my body to the side. I dodge. I see another giant sword. I raise my hand.
Boom-!!
The giant sword soars into the sky. The bulletproof force pushes my hand back. I twist my body and pour energy into the hand that was pushed back.
I won’t avoid it any longer.
Flame Dragon Style 2, Flame Dragon Ascension.
A red ray wraps around the hand.
I just threw it out there.
Kwaaaaaaaang-!!
The sword that was being thrust down bursts out. The other fist is also wrapped in aura. Another large sword falls. I swing it once more.
Kwaaaaang-!!
I broke two. There are six left.
I kicked the seat. Kwaaaaang-!! Kwaaaaang-!! Kwaang-!!
A loud noise echoed in succession. The giant swords fell to the ground, turning into black dust.
A ray of light extends from within the dust.
He didn’t twist his body or anything. He just threw out the fist that was tightly clenched at his waist.
Oh my god-!!
The Emperor, who wields the Heavenly Horse Sword, and the fists of the Yanjon clash.
Light bursts out in all directions. The Emperor moves.
He changed the direction of his sword by making the air look like the ground.
The sword slashed diagonally. Yeomjon did not dodge.
