Episode 498
Geomjon, Hyukjin River.
He slowly looks around with furrowed brows.
A tower made of tragedy, blood, and corpses.
The head of the madman is stuck on top of the stake.
“… … That’s too much.”
The impression of the sword was short.
“charge?”
“Excessive. Excessive.”
He and I were looking at each other from a distance of about 50 meters.
There was no need for a statement or anything like that. At least that’s what I thought.
“My name is Geomjon Hyukjin Kang.”
“so?”
“… … In the West, it’s always that… … .”
The sword master couldn’t continue speaking. Because I had broken the space and approached him. I didn’t just approach him. Since ancient times, it was common sense for people to give each other gifts when they met.
He swung the Heavenly Horse Sword as it was.
The Sword Lord did not stay still either. His sword was drawn and swung. The name of that sword was probably called the Cheon-i Sword.
The Heavenly Horse Sword and his Heavenly Sword clashed.
Oh my gosh!!
There was a loud noise. Shards of energy exploded in all directions. The ground turned upside down, blood spurted out, and corpses burst out.
“I told you clearly.”
“……what?”
“Don’t show up in front of me.”
“… … .”
“I’ll forget everything you’ve done so far, so don’t show your face. If you show your face, I’ll catch and kill you all. They say Gaebong is outstanding in terms of information power, but it seems like it wasn’t true.”
I put strength into my hand. He put strength into his hand too.
Hyuk Jin-gang spoke in a small voice.
“… … If I say there was a misunderstanding, it will sound like an excuse.”
I didn’t bother to answer. I slightly relaxed my arm. The balance of the swords that were touching each other was disturbed.
The balance was off, Hyukjin Kang’s body was shaken. That was enough. He swung his feet like a whip.
Kwaaang-!
Hyukjin Kang flies far away. Then he turns around in the air and lands on the ground.
To be honest, I was a little surprised.
Stop it?
Hyukjin Kang was shaking off his other arm. It must be tingling.
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It’s been a long time since my blood boiled.
It’s a new thing, but I’m also a warrior. I wasn’t born, raised, or trained on this continent, but I’ve always pursued strength. Fighting the strong was my life. That man was enough.
My peer, or slightly below me. I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to fight them myself.
He tried to kick the seat. But he couldn’t. Because Geomjon had his sword tucked into his waist.
“What are you doing?”
“Because there is no need.”
“No need?”
There was no need for a sword to kill someone like me, was there? The thought was not colorless.
“I reaped it because there was no need to fight.”
The brows furrow.
“No need to fight? What do you mean?”
Hyuk Jin-gang, who had been looking at me for a moment, answered my question with a question.
“Are you looking for Ragnarok?”
A smile appears on the lips.
“Do you know anything?”
“There is, but probably less than you know.”
“What does it matter that I don’t have to fight it?”
The swordsman looked around. There were only a few beggars left alive.
“Aren’t you trying to find Ragnarok and kill him?”
He didn’t answer, but I guess that was enough.
“Then you and I are not enemies.”
Ha, it wasn’t a laugh, it was a burst of laughter.
“You said I wasn’t your enemy, but you were trying to use me as a long-term enemy?”
“It may sound like an excuse, but let me be clear. Your nickname Ma-Jon was not given because of Cheon-Oi-Cheon’s intention. It was given because of Gwang-Jon’s intention.”
He stuck the Heavenly Horse Sword into the ground. Then he gestured for me to continue. The Sword Master continued.
“It is true that Gaebang is a private organization of Cheonwicheon. However, the one who manages it is Gwangjon. Everyone in Cheonwicheon, including myself, has entrusted everything about Gaebang to Gwangjon. It means that it is Cheonwicheon’s private organization and Gwangjon’s private organization at the same time.”
“Shall we draw a line?”
“Because that’s true.”
“That’s interesting.”
It was really fun. What the heck does this guy, Geomjon, do?
“Isn’t Gwangjon your person?”
“Well, Gwangjon is my man. But it would be better to call him a partner rather than a subordinate. Because we are the ‘executors of this generation.’”
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I furrowed my eyebrows. Executor?
In the past, those who fled to the Western Continent to escape Ragnarok called themselves Executioners.
Judging by my expression, it seems that Geomjon has made up his mind.
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“It seems certain, from what you know about the Executor.”
And then, whoosh, he lets out a sigh.
“The first button was sewn wrong, but I still believe that it can be turned back.”
“… … .”
“You and I are the same. Not because we look the same, but because we have the same intentions. I want to kill Ragnarok. So do you, so there is no need for us to point our swords at each other.”
The nuance is a bit strange. That statement that there is no need to aim the sword. I think there is another hidden meaning.
Geomjon seems to be a man with better intuition than I thought. He must have figured out my doubts just by looking at my expression.
“There’s no need to point your sword at me because if you fight me, one of us will die for sure.”
“I don’t think that’s me.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s me either.”
The Inspector General, Hyukjin Kang.
He seemed a little different from everyone I’ve met so far.
“Then let’s compete here.”
The swordsman shakes his head.
“I don’t fight with the tired.”
“Why? Because it seems like you’re making excuses?”
“To put it simply, that’s how it will be. I hate making excuses. If it’s for my beliefs and my dreams, I might have to do things I don’t like, but not me. I clearly distinguish between what I should and what I shouldn’t do.”
“… … .”
“I don’t like you, who killed Gwangjon. I don’t like your teacher, the woman who killed Akbulgun. But Gwangjon started it first, and Akbulgun started it first. You seem to hate being swayed by someone, and I don’t like that either.”
There were tendons on the swordsman’s arms. That’s enduring. It’s suppressing anger for the sake of one’s own will, beliefs, and such.
If I had met the Master first, the Master would have felt that emotion too. And he would have come to the same conclusion as me.
Funny, man.
The swordsman said.
“You want to destroy Gaebang. Destroy it.”
I looked at the sword without saying a word.
“The number of open beggars in the entire continent is 4.2 million. Of those, 2.4 million came to this Demon Palace, and they have all died. They are still dying, and there are now 1.8 million left. But you know what?”
“what?”
“There is a saying in Gaebang: When one head is cut off, two heads take its place.”
“Then I guess I can just cut off both of those heads.”
The swordsman answered.
“It’ll take quite some time.”
“I’ll get caught. But it doesn’t matter. He’s not such a bad guy that I can ignore him when he’s begging me to kill him.”
The swordsman shakes his head.
“I’ll help you.”
“……what?”
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“You are saying that you will help destroy Gaebang.”
My brow furrows. What the hell is this guy?
“As long as the spirit of the group called Openness remains, Openness will rise again, killing everything? I don’t know how much time you have, but I can guarantee that unless you remove the fundamentals, it will take longer than you expect.”
“The fundamental thing?”
“The seal of the organization called Gaebang itself. I, Hyukjin Kang, the leader of Cheonwicheon, the emperor, and the sword master, can help with that. I think this is enough to properly fasten the button that was wrongly fastened. What do you think?”
I quietly looked at the sword. The Master must have thought the same thing I did when he saw this man. Like I said before, he was an interesting man.
But is that the end?
The sword master is different from me. I guess he was similar until the moment he got to that position. He pursued power and climbed up without any consideration for means and methods. He must have been a very free man. That’s it. I am in progress, but that man has stopped. The sword master has completely stopped at that place.
That means growth has stopped. Are you willing to do things you don’t like for the sake of your beliefs? Are you willing to fight, but you won’t?
I don’t know it myself, but that’s clearly arrogance. I think that my current strength is not enough. That’s why I’m trying to develop myself further. I’m working hard to grow further and raise my level.
Why am I here like this?
Is the purpose of investigation? No. My purpose is not investigation. My purpose is to save the Western Continent. I came here to save the Western Continent and have already collected various pieces of information. It is already an established truth that I must have a serious conversation with Ragnarok.
But, it can’t be a ridiculous conversation like sitting across a desk from each other and playing rock-paper-scissors or holding hands and saying “se-se-se”, right?
There is a high probability, almost 99% or more, that I will have a physical conversation with Ragnarok.
That is, I must kill Ragnarok. But this current power is not enough. I must fight. I must continue to fight on the front lines to grow.
But unlike me, Geomjon is not a man who tries to develop himself.
Since he is already satisfied with his own level, he uses what is around him. He seeks comrades and colleagues.
Who is right?
There are many people in the world. Each of them thinks that he or she is the center of the world. I am the same.
Moreover, I, who continued to pursue power, am a man. I am the supreme being of the Western Continent. I am right. This is not self-righteousness. It is the objective truth.
One beginner master can face dozens of high-circle mana users. One intermediate master can face at least five beginner masters. And a senior master can face at least ten intermediate masters.
Even at the highest level, Hwa-gyeong and Hyeon-gyeong, which are three levels lower than mine, the difference in strength is so stark, but Ragnarok is likely a stronger player at a level higher than mine.
Even if ten or so unmanned soldiers like me rush in, Ragnarok will have no trouble. I plan to take advantage of that opening, but the important thing right now is that I learned a lot from this short conversation.
One of them is this.
The sword master is worse than the salt master. He is the kind of person you wouldn’t want to associate with.
Some people might like or respect a man like that, but not me. I don’t really like men like that.
He lightly wiped away the blood stains on the Cheonmasin Sword. Then he stuffed it around his waist.
As if he thought his words had been understood, Geomjon looked at me with a faint smile. I spoke to him.
“Close the open door and don’t show up in front of me again. And don’t talk behind my back either.”
His eyebrows twitch slightly.
“Get out of here now.”
“… … .”
I didn’t hear the answer. I knew that the sword would turn off on its own.
I turned around and walked slowly.
I felt the sword rip through the space behind me and disappear.
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I looked up at the sky for a moment. The full moon was still up.
Screams can still be heard from all over the place. Corpses are running wild.
I raised my hand and made a light fist.
Kwaaaaang-!!
All the corpses exploded at once.
Among black magic, it is unlikely that the only magic that deals with corpses is resurrecting them. There is also black magic that causes corpses to burst.
The beggars of openness have been cleared out.
It’s quiet.
I slowly lowered my gaze from the sky.
In a corner of the almost ruined palace, there were two, no, four women.
Cell and Charlotte, and the agar-and-ice queen Yu Seol-ha we saw a while ago.
I feel sorry for those three, but they didn’t notice.
Only one woman came into my sight.
Valentine Milos.
My teacher told me.
[You’ve made quite a fuss.]
I looked at my teacher in silence. How long has it been? It hasn’t even been a month, but strangely enough, it feels like a month has passed.
Perhaps it was the strange atmosphere we were in as we stared at each other. No one around us spoke to us.
Silence fell. This situation continued for a while.
The teacher took a step forward. He walked towards me.
To me, he said.
[Hey, would you like to walk?]
