Episode 392 < The time he waited, the time he walked. (5) >
[ Mmuhahaha! Are you the Jiangshi that the demons of Taeeumgul gathered together to create? It seems like he was born with an affair! I will help you and become the protagonist of the fifth slash! ]
I cut it.
[ Amitabha sword. New life must be created by those who love each other by crossing swords. That has been the rule that has been passed down ever since the fourth slash embroidered this world. You are a product of magic whose very existence destroys the harmony of this world! I will cut you down with this wizard’s sword and make it easier for you. ]
I cut it.
[The Emperor of the Divine Swords, who rules over the largest province, has sent this army! Keep quiet and hang your neck, you evil jiangsi king! ]
I cut it.
There was a lot to cut. The corpses of those who were cut down by him just by walking and breathing formed a mountain. It seemed like everything that existed in this world existed to be cut by him.
Probably not.
[ Oh, the sword of the beginning! ]
That wouldn’t be possible.
[The sword of the beginning saved us once again! ]
There must be something else.
[The sword of the beginning! The sword of the beginning! The sword of the beginning! ]
[ Our beginning! Our end! Our savior! ]
There must be.
[Son of us all! ]
He set out to find that something.
I left the cave. [You] wandered the world. [Said to have been forged by the evil spirits of Taeeumgul] While riding a ferry boat to the edge of the eastern sea, he saw the first rising sun, [A sword swung towards the world.] A tower that crossed several western continents and that no one had ever visited in his hometown. I set foot in the city. [Everything in this world] dropped the light-drinking dragon from the Shingeom Mountains and [was waiting. This way—] I also met hermits sitting cross-legged under a sky filled with polar lights.
[Cluck. He seems like such a stupid guy. ]
said the leader of the hermits.
[Why is your face so full of agony? ]
He looked at the leader of the hermits.
Compared to his size, like most others, the leader of the hermits was also tiny. The face, shining bluishly, had only an overall outline, and the eyes, nose, and mouth were not visible. He was a race called true people or god people, and he had already crossed swords with these people several times.
They were a terribly strong race.
It was also a race that was always one step weaker than itself.
He felt sad about the second of these facts. The jinns were a race that made him especially sad.
He said.
[I am lonely. ]
[ haha. ]
Jinin laughed bitterly. Then she said:
[Is there anything to be lonely about? Everyone who gathered in Taeeumgul and forged you is your father. And everyone gathered in Taeeumgul was forged by this world, so you are the son of everyone in this world! How blessed are we compared to the orphans who are secretly abandoned by their fathers at the door of a large family’s house as if they were stealing, or who have no choice but to cling to the cold milk of their mothers without knowing that they are dead? ]
He knew that too. He had many, many people who pointed their swords at him, but there were also many, many people who opened their arms. He knew well where to go when he needed a cozy embrace instead of a harsh wind.
But he wanted to.
[I want to have my own brother. ]
There was silence for a moment.
[You’re saying sad things. ]
The wise man broke the reed and brought it to his face. The gap in the shape of a lip that appeared on his once smooth face bit into a reed like a bear.
[ okay. ]
Jinin muttered on the reed for a while and then spoke as if he was sighing.
[ okay. A sword only has meaning if each person has one. ]
“A sword with only one side is a simple weapon,” Jinin muttered.
He waited quietly while the edge of the reed rose and fell for a while.
Finally, Jinin spoke.
[The technique that forged you is poisonous and deep. It can be said that the heavens, earth, life, and principles of this world are all concentrated in you. The fact that it was created artificially also added to the human mess. You will live an incomparably longer time than anyone else, but nevertheless, during your long life, you will be the only one like yourself. ]
[…….]
[ However, there is no need to take that dark guess as a prophecy. ]
Jinin huffed, spat out the reed and walked towards him.
Plop, plod.
He paused. Jinin’s body, which was clearly smaller than his own, was getting bigger with every step he took. Plop, plod. Accordingly, the sound of footsteps became louder and heavier. Thump, thump. He felt it as a vibration before the sound, and as the touch of a shadow as heavy as a rain-soaked blanket.
[Bow your head. ]
Suddenly, Jinin looked down at him and raised his fist.
[You should keep track of how many generations you endure. ]
It was the day he entered the monastery.
5.
Blood splattered.
< Wow! >
The man let out a desperate scream.
Staring straight ahead with blood-soaked, shiny eyes, the man shouted as if he was vomiting blood.
< Black Dragon Lord… How could you… ! >
The black-haired woman called the Black Dragon Lord spread her fan and burst into laughter.
< Oh~hohohohohoho! The main lady's meticulous plan was a complete success! Gongja Kim! Thank you for making the effort to bring it to me! >
< Ugh… Have you betrayed me... ? >
< It would have been a betrayal if the main woman had done it alone. but! >
As soon as the Black Dragon Master folded the fan with a loud sound, people came running in droves.
< Wow! Paladin, you… !? >
< It’s a knife bread! >
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< Lee, Heretic Questioner… ! >
< Hey hey. Don't forget my knife too? >
< Venomous snake... ! >
< With this, I am ranked #1 again! >
< Even the old Sword Saint... … ! >
Gongja Kim, who was hit with one blow after another, burst into tears and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.
The Black Dragon Master laughed out loud again, covering his mouth with his fan.
< Ho! like! like! Since everyone's will is like this, this is not a betrayal, but a Mahayana agreement! >
Gongja Kim could not respond to those outrageous words. Those who had once been Kim Gongja’s colleagues, but in reality they had never been his colleagues, the villains’ laughter as they laughed at Kim Gongja’s last days rang out forever.
It was right then.
< Hot… W, here… !? >
Gongja Kim, who had closed his eyes with a face full of sorrow, suddenly stood up.
In front of him was a brightly flashing cross-shaped figure holding a cane.
< I am the owner of the tower. >
< Ta, top owner… !? Why do you… !? >
< Confucius. That means you weren't originally destined to die... . But since you have experienced such misfortune, I would like to give you another chance. >
With Tapju’s words, light began to fill Gongja Kim’s body.
Gongja Kim trembled and looked at his hands.
< Oh… Oooh… This power... !? >
< It is your potential. >
< This is my power... ! Even the constellations... No, this power that seems to be able to destroy even the tower is mine... !? >
< That's not all. Open the stats window.〉 Gongja Kim did so, and soon he was able to see the SSS level skills filling up his 99 skill columns. The tower owner flashed loudly. < Now I will send you back to the time you want. >
< I understand. >
Gongja Kim answered while looking at the tower owner with hollow eyes.
Gongja Kim, who soon melted into the gap between time and space, thought coldly.
< In my last life, I lived for others and was betrayed. I won't make that mistake again. >
Gongja Kim declared firmly.
< I will live this life only for myself! >
Gongja Kim.
It was the moment when the man who would later be recorded as a man who would destroy even God returned…
“hmm! It’s good!”
The manuscript fell on the table with a loud sound.
The designated tribe cartoonist scratched the back of his bald head.
“Is that so?”
The elf editor nodded.
“Yes yes yes. Is it really good? Especially this part. The production around [This power seems to be able to destroy even the tower]. Awesome. Absolutely dope. wow. I originally knew you were good at drawing, but… “I’m really touched, really.”
“I have quite a bit of experience, so… .”
“Yes. Now, you and your teacher should come up with some hit pieces too! You can’t just go around acting as someone else’s assistant forever. Quit your nomadic lifestyle! Building a concrete house. You should actually build a house and do that. “Isn’t that right?”
The cartoonist’s thick lips twitched at the editor’s words, but then he smiled and nodded.
“If that happens, there’s nothing I can hope for…” .”
“Oh, you will. This is popular these days, popular. It’s a total trend. Why is it called Kim Slam? What the hell, that Sanwa writer who debuted the year before last! The writer’s first work was made into a bloody drama and it was a huge hit. From what I heard, with that money, you can find paradise over there, not even in Babylon. 20th floor. “On top of that, they erected a building there or something.”
“Really… ?”
“Oh well, it’s true. Why would I curse? “Isn’t that right?”
The cartoonist’s heart pounded at the words of the elf editor who was so confident. A building! I didn’t even want that. Things like the 20th floor and Babylon were too far away and unrealistic. But maybe you can buy a house.
‘I might be able to live without worrying about rent anymore… .’
The cartoonist looked down at the manuscript he had drawn with a disapproving look on his face. It was such an absurd thing to have been drawn by an artist with 15 years of experience, but if the long-held dream of stabilizing one’s life can come true, this too will have to be endured… . That was when I thought so.
“By the way, writer.”
“yes?”
The elf editor’s words brought him back to reality.
“It’s not like there aren’t any parts that are a bit difficult, right?”
The cartoonist hesitated and looked down at the manuscript. A feeling of ominous dampness soaking the bottom of my heart. Whenever I hear things like this, I always feel like something trivial has happened…
“Which part…?” ?”
“Where do you think it is?”
f*ck, why are you asking me that? It’s not some kind of folk school class, I’ll just tell you where it takes… And the cartoonist couldn’t say it out loud. Instead, as he always did when something like this happened, he spoke cautiously while looking at the editor who was gesticulating at him with his arms crossed.
“hmm… As expected, the fact that Confucius is the main character is too… Are you going to be direct?”
“no way. Nope. All of Confucius and Shin are public goods, public goods. There is a stone tablet engraved with the results of that vote. “I heard it says in the Babylon Interpretation that you can use whatever you want?”
“then… Umm… Having 99 SSS level skills was too much… .”
“Ugh. That’s also wrong. Anyway, the author has no sense. Here you go. here.”
The cartoonist looked down at the part the elf editor was pointing to with a confused look on his face.
This was the scene where Topju appeared.
The elf editor said with a face full of sighs.
“Why on earth is the top owner like this…?” what’s this? What’s that?”
“Well, it’s a hyper cube… 4D shapes… .”
“Why the 4th dimension? Is it because the author’s mind is in 4 dimensions? “Why did you do this?”
The cartoonist lowered his head and hummed. The elf editor raised his big ears and asked, “Yes?” “What did you say?” It was only after questioning him for a long time that I was able to get an answer.
“hmm… If it’s God, I think it should have an indescribable, inexplicable feeling… .”
“Ugh~”
The elf editor let out a long, earth-shattering sigh.
“What are you talking about? No, no, no. Let’s make it a pretty girl. Let’s make it a pretty girl wearing frilly clothes… Oh, does Beautiful Girl Top Joo overlap with the next writer’s [Thousand Years of the Viper]? then… ah! “How about using a pretty boy?”
“Are you a pretty boy?”
“Yep. A pretty boy, a pretty boy. So pretty! “So we can make figures and sell them!”
As the elf editor became more and more excited, the cartoonist’s expression gradually calmed down. Anyway, the elf editor continued his commentary by tapping the manuscript with the sugar stick in his hand.
“And what, don’t just send it away like this… . There’s something more. In the past, using a pretty boy is a bit like describing something. For example, this handsome boy, Topju, kisses Gongja Kim’s forehead. Then there was light! Jjuwaak! It’s rising. What do you think, readers will drool over it and love it?”
“…….”
“Oh, no matter how much I am an editor, I shouldn’t give out ideas like this for free. I have to get paid. Because I suffer losses like this. “I’m disqualified as an elf, I really am.”
“that…….”
The cartoonist muttered with his head down.
“I… “I’ll think about it.”
The editor frowned.
“Thoughts? “What are you thinking?”
The cartoonist stood up without further answer.
As a designated race, now called Asura, the cartoonist’s shadow was large and wide, covering the elf editor. But the elf editor didn’t even lift an eyebrow.
“What else? You’re not saying you’re going to draw your own cartoon, are you?”
The cartoonist turned around with his shoulders slumped without answering.
“That doesn’t work! “It’s not worth the money!”
The editor continued to shout behind the cartoonist’s back.
“After 15 years of hard work, it’s time to know, teacher!!”
It was a voice closer to an appeal rather than a criticism.
“ah! “I can’t make money!!”
The cartoonist walked out of the cafe, clutching the manuscript. As expected, the editor’s voice did not follow outside the cafe’s door.
The cartoonist took a deep breath. While gritting his teeth, he looked down at the manuscript of the comic he had drawn, then he threw it away with force, as if he was about to throw it, then sobbed, holding it in his arms and starting to walk.
[Key sculpting completed. ]
The tower’s declaration rang out.
[The trajectory of your life has now become a common myth in this world. ]
[The 95th floor is cleared! ]
The cartoonist, of course, did not hear the declaration. The cartoonist just walked towards his studio in silence.
However, the person who heard the tower’s declaration silently walked behind him.
[Enter on the 96th floor. ]
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