Side Story Episode 136. Shadow of the Giant (3)
Exciting!
My heart, which had been gradually losing strength, suddenly started beating stronger.
Tsutsutsu.
Although it was empty, the mid-sized battle, whose form was as solid as anyone else’s, wriggled and changed its shape slightly.
It was a mysterious thing. Once installed, the Danjeon can grow or shrink, but there has been no example of changing its shape.
Lee Cheon-sang’s middle and middle battles created angles little by little without him being conscious of it.
From a circle to an oval, from an oval to a rounder square.
The shape changed little by little, and before I knew it, it had completely settled into a six-sided square shape with sharp angles.
Ugh!
Mysterious things happened one after another.
Chiiik!
The demonic energy of the lower and middle battles, which had been unstable, turned into a snake and slowly climbed toward the middle and middle battles.
Ugh!
The excitement of the lower end continued into the middle.
Originally, his three-stage biography was well connected. However, the battle continued, but there was almost no active interaction due to the interrupted battle without any fighting.
But it was different now.
As the lower tier, which was full of bright golden light, connected to the middle tier, the middle tier, which was full of blue light, went down the line and softly colored the lower tier.
Although the light is not mixed, it shows natural color tones as if they were mixed. It was a complete resonance between the lower and middle battles.
It didn’t end there.
Tsutsutsutsu.
The transparent door at the top of the completed middle and middle hall was wide open.
The blood-gang-gi of the top tier, which had been running wild, flinched. The tiny hole that escaped earlier was blocked, and a large container was created underneath to hold everything.
Flash!
While the harmony between the middle and bottom ends was flexible and natural, the upper end movement towards the middle and middle matches was fast and fierce.
There was literally no lightning. The upper plane, stained red in color, struck the middle and middle battles at once and attempted to completely engulf the six-sided square middle and middle battles.
“… … !!”
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes opened brightly.
“Huh!”
Crumbling. Crumbling.
A reddish glow poured out of Lee Cheon-sang’s widened eyes.
“Ugh!”
Lee Cheon-sang let out a painful groan and clutched his chest with both hands.
‘hot.’
It feels like the sun has been planted in my heart.
But the sun did not shine brightly. Even though it was the sun, it was twisted so badly that it was emitting extremely dark light.
Lee Cheon-sang’s expression gradually changed.
Both eyes were slit into elongated, devil-like pieces, and the bright corners of the mouth were raised to the point where they touched the corners of the eyes. For some reason, the canines seemed to have become sharper.
Saaaaagh!
The terrible murder that flowed from Lee Cheon-sang’s body turned into smoke and disorganized the room.
‘I’m thirsty.’
I felt thirsty.
I wanted to drink something. It was a realm of desire that the power of thought could not easily invade.
‘I want to drink something hot.’
For a moment, Lee Cheon-sang’s mind thought of that hot and sticky liquid.
‘blood.’
I want to drink blood.
The moment I thought of the word blood, my thirst doubled, and the immense desire to kill quickly spread to my fingertips.
Cold sweat broke out on Lee Cheon-sang’s forehead. In the meantime, the brightly smiling face with red eyes was extremely creepy.
His hand touched the floor.
Quad Deuk!
The wooden plank broke under the tremendous force of the grip.
‘let’s go. Let’s go out. Let’s go out and tear, break and drink.’
It was then.
what do you want
Lee Cheon-sang, who was standing in front of the door, hesitated when he heard a voice coming from somewhere.
Is it an auditory hallucination? no. I heard it, but it wasn’t an auditory hallucination. I was sure.
‘Who cares?’
Lee Cheon-sang grabbed the doorknob.
Then, I heard a voice again.
You are not a corpse. A person who lives his life standing on a mound of corpses.
What does this mean?
Who is saying this to me? What meaning does this voice, which sounds like an auditory hallucination even though it is not an auditory hallucination, contain?
It was then.
“I… … Footnotes?”
Lee Cheon-sang’s red-stained eyes shook.
It’s a familiar voice. I don’t know who it is. I immediately had a desire to open the door, go out, tear the limbs apart, and drink the blood.
“Are you okay?”
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A word to ask if you are okay.
‘Who is it.’
What do you know? Open the door right now. Go out and tear it to death!
“It seemed like you were having too much to live for, so I came here to see if something had happened.”
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes shook greatly once again.
His mouth opened of its own accord.
“Okay. “It’s just because I’m tired.”
“Oh, thank goodness. It seems that the bet has become unstable since Mr. Gakju was injured a lot. “There’s no problem.”
problem? What’s the problem?
Why is it a problem to want to kill people or to be full of life?
“Mr. Footnote.”
flinch!
“… … “Actually, I would like to meet you in person and talk to you, but you seem very tired, so I will come back later.”
don’t go! Don’t go!
Lee Cheon-sang’s mouth opened again of its own accord.
“What’s going on?”
“… … .”
“If it’s not a big deal… … .”
“It’s just something I heard… … . If you are thinking of going to see your grandfather… … .”
grandfather? What is your grandfather? who?
“Grandfather is a dangerous person.”
“… … .”
“If you go, how can I break your will…” … . If you really go, please be careful.”
Burrr.
Lee Cheon-sang’s hands were shaking.
A certain emotion in the voice of an unknown man threw away his desire to kill.
flinch!
The red-hot upper flag that colored the middle part was in a frenzy.
The mid-game battle struggled not to collapse. It was difficult for Lee Cheon-sang to judge whether it was a simple phenomenon or his own will.
Lee Cheon-sang closed his eyes tightly.
“Ten leaders.”
Ten leaders? Was it the tenth leader? But who is the ten leader?
ah! Yoo Sang-cheon!
“Thank you for your concern.”
There were so many deep emotions coming out that I couldn’t even imagine the words coming from my own mouth.
“no. I mentioned footnotes for no reason… … .”
“There was something I wanted to say to you, no, to all the yakshas.”
“… … ?”
“No matter what decision I make, at least I won’t die without consulting you.”
“… … !”
“If I have to go to the place where I die, I will tell you that I will go there to die proudly.”
“Mr. Footnote.”
“So you must not die without my permission.”
Spitting those words, Lee Cheon-sang thought of the dead yakshas.
The group’s first mission.
It was said that he clashed spectacularly with those associated with Shaolin during his mission to the top of Fujian.
At that time, the faces of the dead yakshas came to mind one by one. Not only their names, but also their facial expressions, eyes, usual way of speaking, martial arts habits, and even who liked who was all in my head.
‘I am… … .’
Lee Cheon-sang closed his eyes.
‘I am.’
Yu Sang-cheon’s trembling voice was heard outside the door.
“I’ll see you again. Please rest.”
“Rest.”
After a while, the people who were hanging around disappeared.
Lee Cheon-sang collapsed, leaning against the door, clutching his chest again.
Ugh! Ugh!
Before we knew it, the middle and middle battles had returned to their original blue color.
Rather, it was filled with brighter light than ever before. It was a bright sun that I could comfortably look at with my own two eyes.
The red upper flag was already emblazoned like starlight on the passage leading to the middle and middle battle halls. It didn’t spin out of control like before. That form and that tone stayed so beautifully and naturally, as if they were original.
“… … .”
Lee Cheon-sang put down his arms helplessly.
My entire body was weak, as if I had been fighting an ancient enemy for three days and nights. I was so tired that it’s hard to even express it with the word “tired.”
But for some reason, my head was clear.
Looking up at the ceiling, Lee Cheon-sang muttered softly.
“At least it’s not a corpse.”
Doheon’s words came to mind: you don’t know emotions, but you’re not a monster without emotions.
monster. People have always seen themselves that way.
I thought it was natural. But I wonder if that naturalness has turned me into a real monster.
‘I’m still different from others.’
It’s not a person. Not yet.
‘But I know how to feel it.’
I was still vague about my emotions, but I knew what it felt like.
And finally, Lee Cheon-sang realized.
A person without emotions is a monster, so it was a mistake to think that I was a monster and a corpse that appeared to be alive.
If a person without emotions cannot exist, then he had to interpret it to mean that he also has emotions.
The body cannot move. Since he is moving, he is not a corpse. Therefore, you too have feelings.
However, as Doheon said, they just don’t know it. He just didn’t understand with his heart or mind.
‘Will I be able to become a person someday?’
Mia exists somewhere between a person and a monster.
‘Does not matter.’
Okay. Even like this.
One day, I might become a human. But it’s okay now that I’m not a person.
If I could do the right thing, if I was given an environment to do what I can do.
In that case, I just have to move forward calmly, as I am, according to my will.
Is life a big deal? It is said that everyone lives as guided by their emotions, but there must be at least one person like you who lives with an ambiguous will that does not know whether it is emotion or reason.
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes slowly closed.
He fell asleep in that position. But it wasn’t the same sleep as usual.
I had a dream.
Unlike my emotions, as soon as I experienced it, I knew, ‘This is a dream!’
In the dream he had for the first time in his life, Lee Cheon-sang lived the past again.
I was able to look back at myself as a hunter, myself as the adopted son of a merchant, and myself as a yaksha of the Heavenly Demon Church.
And I was able to see the dead yakshas again.
Lee Cheon-sang woke up at ten o’clock, wishing that the dream would last for a long time.
* * *
Three days later.
Just right.
The sound of the black stone being placed on the checkerboard was cheerful.
“Huh.”
The elderly scholar, who had been looking at the black stone for over a moment with an exclamation, stroked his beard and grumbled.
“I can’t see the numbers.”
“How can our school’s best Go ghost give up already?”
Contrary to what he said, the White Bone God Demon chuckled and laughed. It seemed quite refreshing.
The monk smiled and shook his head.
“That’s right. Even if you search not only in our school but also in the entire Gangnam martial arts world, it is difficult to find someone who makes it a priority, but the old man with white bones is pushing me beyond that.”
“Your confidence is so over-the-top that it’s sky-high.”
“After three years of learning baduk, I have never tolerated a single loss. “It’s already been almost forty years.”
“I’m sick of it. Who the hell is this? “Who is the wicked bastard who taught the nasty ghost to play baduk?”
“Of course he is my master.”
“Let it go quickly.”
“haha.”
The messenger fanned himself and made a subtle suggestion.
“Shall we chat until we get better?”
“Still, I am a person worthy of being a soldier at our school, so why waste my time just because of one game? “Why don’t we just leave it quickly?”
“You have an incredible competitive spirit.”
“It was out of consideration for you.”
“It seems like they’re pushing it not out of consideration, but because they feel like they won’t be able to win unless they have this opportunity.”
“It’s a misunderstanding.”
“Let’s chat for a bit. “I sat and stared at the checkerboard for an hour, and my eyeballs fell out.”
The White Bone Demon grumbled and straightened his back.
“Young people are weak.”
“haha! “My elders see me as young, but when I go out, they point out that I am old enough to have a coffin made.”
“Is it my curse?”
“Is that possible?”
The White Bone God Demon took a comfortable stance.
“We have a little more time to eat the fruits of victory. Okay, what should we chat about? “Something like a discussion about where to put the next move?”
“You saved the Great Power God Demon, right?”
The corner of the White Bone God Demon’s mouth went up at the surprise-like question.
“I didn’t come to play baduk.”
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