Chronicles of the Demon Faction Chapter 785

Side Story Episode 135. Shadow of the Giant (2)

Lee Cheon-sang immediately praised the yakshas who performed this mission well and returned.

Since they did not talk much, just saying that they had worked hard was enough to melt the fatigue of the yakshas like snow.

At the same time, they were confident when they saw Lee Cheon-sang’s facial features. Their superiors are always the ones on the front lines who perform the most difficult tasks.

It seemed like he couldn’t even express his difficulties, let alone complain about anything. It was burdensome, but at the same time, the fact that they were under a trustworthy leader reassured the Yaksas.

Lee Cheon-sang was busy.

After washing cleanly and stopping by the Blood Soul Pavilion to check on Wichan’s condition, he immediately sat cross-legged upon returning to his residence.

It wasn’t specifically for luck. When I have something to think about alone, I naturally start by sitting cross-legged. Before he knew it, he was showing his skills as a proper expert.

Lee Cheon-sang thought about many things.

From small things about one’s martial arts skills to big things about the future.

To his surprise, he felt very confused.

Confusion like I’ve never felt before. It was different from usual, where when I think of one thing, the next thing comes to mind, and when the next thing comes to mind, I search for a direction to go further even though there may be no answer.

Many futures have been drawn.

If you make this choice, you can see what path will unfold for you next.

However, the number of roads was too many. Life is a series of choices, but when you choose one, there are bound to be things you have to give up.

give up. It’s something we’ve always done.

You can’t take care of everything. Unlike ordinary people, Lee Cheon-sang always made cool-headed judgments and did not look back at the things he had no choice but to let go of in order to find his best path.

Of course, he didn’t lament the fact that he gave up on his own. He never felt depressed because of him.

But now?

‘many. ‘So much.’

Before I knew it, my path, which was fast because it was simple and creative because it was intuitive, was divided into dozens.

His path was no longer straight. It was divided into several branches and twisted and curved at the same time. It seemed that no matter which path he chose, it would not be fast and would actually be difficult.

It was like that from the beginning. Imagine what happened next, and there were hundreds or thousands of choices waiting for him.

For the first time in his life, Lee Cheon-sang felt helpless.

In situations that could not be resolved through his own abilities, he always retreated or returned.

It was natural. Because it was the best. It was not like Lee Cheon-sang to push forward with useless willpower on a path that I could not solve with my own ability.

It was different now.

He recalled his conversation with Sipjang Yoo Sang-cheon.

• You don’t know if an enemy is difficult to deal with until you face them.
• But I heard there is a master who is stronger than the monarch? Plus the numbers… … .
• Martial arts are strong. So is that why we were able to catch that old demon because he was weaker than us?
• … … !
• Failure is not a word that can be used lightly by those who have not tried their best.

Those who have not tried their best cannot say the word failure.

That’s correct.

Lee Cheon-sang always lived his life doing his best. He thought it was the right direction, and he was. For him who did not believe in something called ‘luck’ that could not be captured with the five senses, the only correct answer was to live fiercely at every moment.

But that was only limited to my own study and judgment.

You can practice martial arts or academics every day until you are almost out of breath. Because I have to do my best. Because it’s right.

However, in the past, as Yoo Sang-cheon said, when faced with an unmanageable situation, he would have tried to make the safest and most efficient decision possible, such as planning another strategy or withdrawing.

‘Before I knew it, I was.’

Even with the dangerous mission in front of him, the current Lee Cheon-sang was running for success with his will burning as if it were a given.

‘why?’

Suddenly, the conversation with Yang Baek-ho came to mind.

• Do you know that a lot has changed?
• You said that many times before.
• I know. Still, if you keep seeing these words pop up, isn’t it proof that you are changing day by day?

change.

The people around him were already looking at the changes in himself that he was vaguely aware of, or clearly aware of, but could not properly examine, and were already looking deeper and more closely than he was.

‘I haven’t changed anything. ‘It’s the same as before.’

Lee Cheon-sang suddenly raised his hand and groped his chest.

It was an act without any purpose. It just happened naturally.

‘Except for this.’

emotion.

People express heartache when their heart hurts.

To Lee Cheon-sang, the chest was nothing more than the chest, that is, a vital point where the heart, the most important organ among the internal organs that enable humans to live and move, the ribs that protect it, and countless blood vessels are tangled together.

‘People knew.’

If part of an internal organ is injured in an accident, your life is at risk, but if you receive treatment from a good doctor, there is a chance that you will survive.

But the heart is different. Once you get hurt, it’s over. The reason why the martial arts people were particularly careful about dark techniques and even denounced martial arts that used dark techniques as magical techniques was because of the fear of heart vein rupture.

That’s how important the heart is.

In other words, people think that their minds are as important as their hearts.

If you don’t have a heart, you die. In the same way, if you don’t have a heart, you are dead.

“… … !”

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes wavered.

He knew why ordinary people found him annoying.

People reject others who show aspects different from themselves. It would be close to an instinct for survival.

Lee Cheon-sang also knew that. And he admitted it. He himself cannot feel emotions properly, but he has lived as hard as he can because of his instinct as a living being.

However, I only knew and understood their gaze and feelings, but I could not truly feel them.

Only now did Lee Cheon-sang know. I could feel it.

‘Was I just a wooden doll that functioned like a human?’

At that moment, he felt his heart beating incredibly fast.

Even though the blood was flowing so quickly, my hands and feet felt cold. Instead, her face grew hot and her ears felt hot as if they had been burned by fire.

Lee Cheon-sang was embarrassed by his condition. He was embarrassed because he did not know what his condition meant, and he was once again embarrassed by the fact that he was embarrassed.

What is this?

What is this change? Even when I faced a difficult enemy or when I faced a wild beast when I didn’t know martial arts, my blood didn’t flow as fast as this.

A feeling that cannot be expressed in words. A strong desire to destroy myself arose for no apparent reason.

It was ‘disgust’.

Lee Cheon-sang was now feeling self-loathing for the first time in his life.

‘I am… … .’

As I became unable to interpret my own condition, I naturally began to question my own existence.

‘Why am I different from others?’

I knew I was different from others. Always, always. But never as serious as now.

‘serious… … .’

When I thought about it, even the word ‘serious’ was unfamiliar to me.

There was no such thing as seriousness to him. He was always just ‘focused’ on what needed to be done. I knew what serious meant, but I didn’t know exactly what it felt like. Because it was literally a feeling.

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes, which had always been indifferent and serious, became filled with emptiness.

see everything,

The brilliant brain that had assumed everything suddenly came together with one thought.

That was the very reason for its existence.

The heart is the heart. Without a heart, a person dies. Therefore, he himself was a dead person, and he is not much different now.

Then, it is no different from a corpse, so why does it exist here now?

Excited! Exciting! Excited!

My heart, which had been beating fast, became irregular.

Lee Cheon-sang unconsciously clutched his chest.

My heart ached. But I couldn’t tell if it was my heart hurting or my heart hurting. I’ve never had pain here before.

Since I have no experience, I cannot interpret it. Lee Cheon-sang’s face, which had been red, turned white in an instant.

Even in the midst of intense pain, Lee Cheon-sang looked back on his life.

From the time I had my first memories of my life, to the time I lived as a hunter, to the time I entered the Church of the Heavenly Demon and gained countless experiences to become one of the Yasha spirits.

At that moment, Lee Cheon-sang’s eyelids fluttered.

It was the darkest and most distant of those memories, but as soon as I looked at it in curiosity, one memory that brought a thunderstorm to my mind came to mind.

‘father.’

Sobriety at the top of Iga.

father.

He gave rice balls to himself when he was dying, and when he came to repay the favor, he smiled and adopted him.

Jongnae’s father asked him to kill himself.

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes rolled back.

He remembered his father’s last words.

• You are the only one. The person who will liberate me.

My father said that the only one who could kill him was you, his adopted son.

At that moment, Lee Cheon-sang was shocked.

In a world where ordinary people live, would a son who kills his father who asked him to kill him to return a favor be seen as normal?

Not like that.

That’s not normal. Even if such an act was possible by giving in a hundred times, what would the son who killed his father feel like?

My father was a kind man. He could not be called wise or a rare saint, but he was an ordinary, good-natured person who lived with a sense of responsibility.

A person like that gives his son a knife and asks him to kill himself?

This is not a person who would not think about the psychological trauma his son would receive. Nevertheless, the reason he made such a request was because he believed that he would not be scarred by that memory for the rest of his life.

Although his father adopted him, he did not see him as a person.

He gave himself affection, but he gave it an affection that was tens of thousands of miles away from the ordinary.

That was no basis for saying that my father was heartless. Rather, Lee Cheon-sang felt indebted to her father.

However, since even his father did not treat him like an ordinary person, he wondered what other people must be like.

Woooooo!!

Danjeon cried.

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes, of which only the whites remained, instantly turned red and then turned white again, repeatedly.

Due to the strong mental shock, the demonic energy began to run rampant. The magic sword in the lower end of the battle, which was as hard as steel, and the blood sword hidden in the vast upper side of the battle were writhing and struggling like crazy.

Lee Cheon-sang felt death.

All your mind, all your concentration, flies with your own hatred as a target. It was a natural result that Jinki, controlled by his thoughts, went on a rampage.

Flash!

A ray of blood-red brilliance penetrated between Lee Cheon-sang’s eyebrows and escaped.

Slurp.

Lee Cheon-sang’s body fell forward.

Even as he hit his head on the floor, he couldn’t feel any pain.

When the shadow of death came, Lee Cheon-sang unexpectedly felt relieved.

‘Are we going to where we’re supposed to be?’

A living corpse. A person who functions while dead.

‘I was a creature that should not exist.’

Lee Cheon-sang closed his eyes.

‘Die… … ‘

It was then.

In the middle of the battle, which had been so empty and had no choice but to remain silent, a ray of blue haze began to emerge.