Chapter 828
Episode 209. The Seventh Tomb of Temar – Keitam’s Painting (1)
“what? What are you talking about. Are there guardians inside?”
[Yes. It’s a picture originally drawn to be used as a tomb, isn’t it natural?]
“It is not at all natural that there is a subspace in the painting, that there is a guardian inside, and that the fighting power of those guardians is at the discretion of the painter. How strong are the Guardians?”
[I don’t remember the exact move. As I said before, the damage to the painting caused problems with my memory. Except that it is incredibly strong.]
“Could it be that there are guardians with spear-level combat power?”
[Probably not. I would say it’s a mismatch… … At that time, among those who were people of Temar, there was no one who was stronger than him.]
“I am?”
[Of course, I know very well that it was difficult to distinguish between you and Temar. Huh, then I might have drawn your prime.]
“If it were my prime, there would be no chance of winning even if the kid and I attacked together.”
“Really? that much? You said you were close to your prime?”
“Proximity and perfection are different. keug keuk, this Murakan-sama at that time. First of all, I can’t kill it unless I’m a spearman, I can’t kill it. No matter how many strong guys come, if you don’t have spears, you won’t be able to kill them.”
“It sounds like bluffing.”
“If you don’t, then you will also be prosperous. Well, kid, what do you know? You should have become a Changseong, you know? Kyakyakya.”
At least, Jin almost stretched out his fist.
[…] … Fortunately, everything I paint can exist only in pictures. Whether it’s Murakan in his prime or something stronger than that, it’s impossible to come out.]
If it was possible to bring the picture into reality, there would be no way that Katam would be treated as a middle-lower god.
[But if you go into my painting, that is your reality during that time. The Guardians’ attacks can injure you. Therefore, it means that if you don’t defeat them, you may die.]
“In other words, according to Katam-sama’s words… … It means that the history of a thousand years ago is contained in the painting, but there is no other reward, and there is an immeasurable risk.”
Katham nodded in embarrassment. He thought he had nothing to say if Jin and Murakan refused to enter the painting.
But Jin had no intention of giving up.
It was judged that it was worth the risk if it was possible to directly check a piece of intact history from a thousand years ago.
In addition, the painting began to become contaminated ‘suddenly’, and Katham said it was unlikely that history fabrication was the cause.
Witch Heluram, or Lokia Ganesto.
Jin had a feeling that this incident had something to do with them.
‘But if one of them is the culprit, I don’t know why they suddenly vandalized Katam’s picture. Is it because I shouldn’t know the history depicted in the painting? Then there must have been a better time than now. Like when I was powerless enough to help Katam-sama.’
It would have been possible to find out why the suspects had damaged the painting if they went in and checked it out for themselves.
“Ka-tam, are there any safeguards in going into the painting? A means to escape right away.”
[Since we lost control of the painting, it should be regarded as non-existent at this time. But if you deal with the damaged paintings inside, you might regain control.]
“Is it actually a request to restore the painting?”
[Even if you think so, there is nothing to say, Murakan. But I sincerely think you guys should take a look at the story of those days. In the first place, you can’t even get in without them. Because you can only enter if you can handle the aura. It’s just my wish for the work to be restored. There is a high possibility that my painting will not be restored even if you all safely inspect and return to what happened a thousand years ago.]
“Oh, why do you take jokes so seriously? By the way, are you really sorry?”
[Of course.]
“Really?”
[That’s right!]
“Then can I understand this to mean that you can accept any compensation I ask for?”
[Hmm, it’s true that I’m sorry, but since you said that, I think my reasoning will loosen up a bit again. Krrrrr… … .]
“Ka-tam-nim thought of us and asked us to go in, so what more compensation do you need, Murakan? Maybe we can find important clues about a thousand years ago. That’s the biggest reward. It’s a history you don’t even remember.”
“No, no. But maybe thanks to us, the painting can be restored too. I have something I really need to get from this angry man.”
[Stop being annoying and tell me. Something?]
“Please draw a chunhwa house. Chunhwa book drawn by the painter himself, kya… … It’s amazing. I will be able to mend the eye that was damaged by Leedt.”
“I am amazed, Murakan. Do you ask God for that?”
[Okay, I’ll draw it. Jin, if you have a request for a picture, tell me.]
“I will only thank you for your words.”
“Geuk, then I’ll do the kid’s share.”
“I’ll just go and think about it and tell you. Anything worth more than a p*rnography book.”
“Anyway, you can’t see me doing well, can you? Chet. When I was young, even this little guy had a cute side.”
“I’m going to get into the picture right now. Mr. Katam.”
Despite the fact that there was no safety device at all, Jin was not burdened or afraid.
‘I said that there would be no creativity because of the probability, so there is no enemy that Murakan and I cannot deal with. Although there is a variable that Murakan in his prime can exist… … After all, it is a painting. It’s bound to be different from the real window.’
Even if the size of the power was the same, there was no way that the painting would have the same fighting power as the spear. No matter how lively it is, a painting is a painting, and there must be limits.
If only I could describe the same existence as the creation of reality, and that too. Keitam’s painting would have been Temar’s last tomb. There are guardians like that, but there is no reason to do such a thing.
[I get it. Oaks, Telpen!]
Ox and Telpen came to the side. Oaks put a translucent rim around the hanger, and Telpen took a pencil from her mouth and held it to Kay Tam. As soon as the pencil touched Katam’s hand, it grew so large that it looked more like a spear than a writing instrument.
[I’m going to draw a passageway into the painting. Everyone should stay still as if they were dead. Because it’s something you have to be extremely focused on. Especially Murakan, if you suddenly open the door like before, you bastard, am I going crazy while I’m working or not? Thinking about it makes me mad again.]
“Yeah, okay… … .”
[I told you to shut up!]
This time along with Murakan, Jin was a bit dumbfounded, but kept quiet. Katam was already swinging a giant pencil over the black drawing. The eyes filled with madness were gleaming in color. Mura Khan twirled his index finger around his head, and Jin shrugged her shoulders.
Each time the pencil moved, a white, round circle was forming on the black drawing little by little. After a while, a landscape began to emerge within a white circle.
‘… … forest? No, is it a mountain?’
Because the circle was small, I couldn’t see the scenery properly, but I could see that it was all green trees. It was like looking down at a forest or a mountain through a small gap above the clouds. At first glance, it was clear that the scale was enormous.
drop, drop.
Katam’s sweat dripped on the floor. As if he was done, he sat down and wiped his forehead.
[Whoa, I finally opened it. I almost couldn’t do it.]
“It looks like there are too many trees for a tomb. It looks like part of a huge mountain range. Is there a tomb somewhere there?”
[Maybe? Damn, I don’t know how to relieve this miserable feeling of not even remembering what kind of scenery my work is. You go and see and let me know. If it’s even restored, I’ll draw more than a hundred volumes of chunhwa books. please! Oh God! Please give me the answer!]
Boy show, god is you By the way, one hundred books!?
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Jin naturally knew that Murakan would make a fuss while shouting like that. So I reflexively tried to cover his ears, but Mura Khan was staring into the circle. His eyes were shaking as if in shock.
“Murakan?”
“That… … My, it’s a mountain range… … .”
“… … your mountains?”
“Yes, my mountains, my home. You can tell just by looking at those trees… … It’s the Murakan Mountains, that’s for sure.”
Mt Murakan.
The highest mountain on earth, its name is of course derived from Murakan, the owner of the mountain.
And now, Murakan felt the sensation of a flood of memories from those days he had forgotten.
Memories of when Murakan Mountain was not a ‘mountain’ but a ‘mountain range’ running throughout Hufester. At that time, the Murakan Mountains were called Hufester’s spine, and Murakan was the sole ruler of the mountains.
“That means Mt. Murakan was originally a mountain range.”
“okay… … The mountain that remains now is only what is left after all of it was destroyed then. The storm castle at the top… … Keugh!”
Suddenly, Murakan grabbed his forehead and bent his waist.
“Murakan, are you okay?”
“are you okay. Damn, just remembering those days gives me a headache. I don’t know how I forgot about my mountain range, which was so huge. There is a center in Mittel, and it encompasses all of Hufester. From the southernmost tip to the northernmost tip.”
“… … Did such a huge mountain range ever exist in Hufestor?”
“okay. No dragon could pass through those mountains without my permission.”
Even if a thousand years have passed, if the mountain range was that huge, the story should have remained.
Not a single line was recorded in the history books about the Murakan Mountains, and there was not even an oral story.
There was only one old legend left in Runkandel.
A thousand years ago, after the black dragon, Murakan, was defeated by Temar Runcandel, the first head of the family, he gave him a storm and fell into a long sleep.
Jin was overcome by intuition.
‘The story of a thousand years ago that Keitam-nim put in the picture is probably Murakan and Temar. It must be the truth about the two of them… … .’
Murakan took a deep breath and looked up.
“Hey, Miss Katam. How do I get in now?”
[If you put your head in first, you’ll fall out as if you tripped. It seems that you have already regained some old memories.]
“I need to get back all of them, not just a little bit. Don’t forget the 100 Chunhwa Books and wait. Let’s go, kid.”
