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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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“He really did pull it off…!”
The Three Kings, once called the world’s conquerors.
“I thought it was impossible…”
Even they considered it impossible, a feat they undertook by relying on a sliver of hope.
Lee Rowoon led it to success, containing chaos within his own body.
“Rowoon-ah!”
The Demon King pulled out his black hand and caught Lee Rowoon, who was collapsing as if crumbling.
“I’m sleepy…yoo.”
His eyes were half-closed, and he looked like he would lose his mind to the pull of sleep at any moment.
“It’s the influence of chaos. Now that chaos has entered your body, your soul is resisting its power, eroding all of your mental strength.”
“From now on… sleep will always overcome you.”
Endless drowsiness; it was one of the prices for containing chaos.
Lee Rowoon shook off the Demon King’s hand and stood properly.
His head throbbed, and he wanted to abandon everything and surrender himself to sleep immediately.
“But if I fall into the clutches of sleep… chaos will awaken.”
Although he succeeded in sealing it, it wasn’t over yet.
The moment Lee Rowoon’s consciousness slipped away, chaos would awaken and descend.
From now on.
“You have become someone who can never sleep peacefully,”
The Sword King said in a low, subdued voice.
“That much was expected, wasn’t it? My teachers.”
Lee Rowoon gave a small smile with sleepy eyes.
“So…”
Lee Rowoon continued speaking.
“Please, do what it is you wish to do.”
“……!”
At Lee Rowoon’s words, the Three Kings simultaneously widened their eyes.
“You… you knew, didn’t you?”
The Martial King asked.
“Did you think I was a fool? My teachers? The sealing of chaos, it couldn’t end with just that, could it?”
The one thing the Three Kings, Lee Rowoon’s teachers, desired was this:
The complete destruction of chaos, not just its sealing.
To contain chaos within his body.
“Kill me.”
“……!”
To annihilate the sealed chaos along with his body.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know? The reason you hadn’t asked for my name for nearly a hundred years was because of that, wasn’t it?”
Worried that they might grow attached and be unable to kill him at the last moment.
That was why his teachers hadn’t even asked for his name.
“…You knew?”
The Demon King said with a sorrowful voice.
“And yet, you cooperated with us?”
The Sword King said, groaning.
“I was someone who had been betrayed by everyone and had nothing left.”
There was no way he could easily trust anyone.
“At first, it was nothing but suspicion, but I learned the truth through your teachings. But later…”
Lee Rowoon gave a small smile.
“I simply wanted to be of help to my teachers, who were so warm to me. I thought I would never feel anyone’s warmth or affection again.”
That was why, even after realizing his teachers’ plan, he worked for them.
“It is the only thing I can do for you.”
He was giving up his life for his teachers’ long-held desire.
That was the only way he could repay his teachers, who had made him feel warmth once again.
Lee Rowoon opened his chest defenselessly and closed his eyes.
“If you don’t kill me now, I’ll fall asleep soon. But still…”
His eyes slightly opened.
“At least tell me your names, as my last request.”
He wouldn’t be able to take revenge.
But after a hundred years, the desire for revenge had withered away.
Instead, his heart was filled with a sense of fulfillment, and he only wanted to die with that feeling.
“Shin… Yeoul.”
The Martial King’s name.
“Siegheart von Demian.”
The Sword King’s name.
“Verzena.”
The Demon King’s name.
Now, there were no more regrets.
There were times when he had thought about the days he spent with his teachers, but more than that, he wanted to free them from this bondage.
‘It has been three thousand years since we have been here, waiting for a new vessel,’
As his teachers had said, they wouldn’t be free from this bondage until the destruction of chaos.
Therefore.
“I, Lee Rowoon, for my teachers, will die here now.”
I will die.
With his eyes completely closed, he bit his lip to fight off the pull of sleep.
It was a death he had already contemplated dozens, hundreds of times, but it was true that he felt regret.
“Lee Rowoon.”
The determined voices of the Three Kings.
“You will not die here.”
“……!”
Lee Rowoon opened his eyes at his teachers’ words.
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“At first, as you said, we planned to seal the chaos within your body, then eliminate you to destroy the chaos,”
The Demon King, Verzena, said.
“But…”
Seeing the complex expression of Verzena, who was the most unique and enigmatic of his teachers, he felt a strange sensation.
In the end, instead of her who couldn’t continue speaking, the Martial King, Shin Yeoul, answered.
“You are our disciple, and our child.”
“……”
“Our conclusion is that we cannot kill you with our own hands.”
“But if that’s the case, then your long-held desire cannot be achieved.”
“No, we found a way,”
Verzena said.
“The three of us were also vessels of chaos, beings with sufficient qualities to contain it.”
“No way…!”
“Yes. That’s exactly what it is.”
The Demon King smiled.
“We, the three of us, will divide and seal your chaos.”
“Is that even possible?”
“Who do you think I am?”
The Demon King Verzena’s voice changed.
She was someone who had reached the pinnacle of magic, the progenitor of magic, the Death Emperor, a god-slayer who had killed a god of the world and taken its divinity.
“It’s possible.”
“It is possible.”
“It would be difficult to divide and seal chaos itself, but if it is the chaos residing in the body of our disciple, who is continuing our progress, then it’s certainly possible.”
The Three Kings were smiling at Lee Rowoon.
“We can’t have our disciple bear everything alone.”
“We will divide and contain the chaos.”
“And we will keep our promise.”
The promise that his teachers had made an eternity ago.
‘Revenge.’
The words that had told him to take revenge with his own hands.
‘Such things…’
He didn’t even care about it anymore.
“If we divide and seal the chaos, the dimension we belong to will shatter and disappear. The three of us will be dispersed and sealed deep within the world, and you will return to your original place.”
“You will lose all the power you possess. If you were to return with all of your power intact, the world wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
“Rowoon’s power will also be divided with the chaos and sealed along with us.”
How strong was he now?
He had never thought about it.
But before, the Martial King had said:
‘I shattered a continent, the Sword King split the sky, and the Demon King ruled the world.’
And Lee Rowoon, their disciple, I…
‘I inherited everything from all three of them.’
So he could understand his teachers’ words.
“But it’s not like you’ll lose everything. Our essence will be contained within you; if you train and strive a little, no one in the world will be able to oppose you.”
Right now, that was not what Lee Rowoon was listening to.
“If…”
Lee Rowoon said, fighting off his drowsiness.
“If I find you, what will happen to you?”
His teachers were going to escape the dimension of chaos and return to the world.
“You… will have to kill us.”
The Three Kings, containing chaos, if they were to awaken, the aftermath would be something that could not be easily described.
“Disciple.”
“My successor.”
“Rowoon.”
The Three Kings rose from their spots, stood surrounding Lee Rowoon as if embracing him, and reached out their hands.
“Never, ever think about finding us.”
Before Lee Rowoon could say anything, an unbearable wave of sleep washed over him.
That was the last glimpse of his teachers.’
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“Hey, you punk, where are you sleeping!”
A loud shout.
Whoosh!
The sound of something cutting through the air, followed by.
Thud!
A dull thud reverberated through the cave.
“H-he blocked it?”
The man who had shouted earlier spoke, his voice now filled with confusion.
The fist that had been thrust out without hesitation was wrapped in the other’s palm and wouldn’t move.
Although he seemed to be dozing off with his eyes closed, the other person had blocked the man’s fist without even looking.
Slowly…
His eyes slowly opened.
“Where is this…”
The man who opened his eyes scanned his surroundings, and then soon looked at the owner of the fist he was holding.
‘The supervisor?’
The man who had opened his eyes was named Lee Rowoon.
He was calmly assessing the situation, without panicking.
He remembered everything up to the moment when his three teachers had surrounded him, releasing their power.
‘I am…’
So he knew.
“I’m back.”
Memories that had become distant after over a hundred years.
Memories that he thought he had definitely forgotten were vividly returning.
‘The monster carcass disposal site of the Hwasan Guild.’
It was the place where he had spent over five years in slavery, experiencing all the humiliation that a human could possibly endure.
He also remembered the man in front of him.
‘Supervisor Cheol Taemin.’
A man with an extremely malicious personality who treated the workers in the monster carcass disposal site like slaves.
If they didn’t please him even a little, he wouldn’t hesitate to whip them, and the number of workers who had died by his hand had exceeded double digits.
Next, Lee Rowoon checked his own physical condition.
‘Status Window.’
The most accurate method to measure a player’s power.
‘As expected, it doesn’t appear.’
But the status window didn’t appear before the eyes of him, who had lost the power of a player.
Even without the status window, Lee Rowoon could confirm his own condition.
His nearly a hundred years of learning had not disappeared in an instant.
‘I can’t feel any of the inner energy that was filling my dantian. The circles that adorned my chest, the ten rings, are also gone. As is the darkness that was overflowing in my bones and soul.’
A body that felt like nothing was there, to the point where he could mistake his hundred years of time for a dream.
‘This is… chaos?’
If he hadn’t seen the pitch-black power felt near his solar plexus, he would have really thought that everything was a dream he had while he had gone insane.
For now, this much confirmation was enough.
“You, you bastard! You dare block my fist!”
At this moment when Cheol Taemin was about to throw another punch while shouting in rage again.
Smoothly…
Lee Rowoon lightly released the hand that had been gripping Cheol Taemin’s fist.
The fist that had been exerting its full power suddenly shot forward, and Cheol Taemin, who had been extending his other fist, ended up.
Thump!
Rolling across the filthy floor of the carcass disposal site.
“Y-you, y-you!”
Cheol Taemin, rolling on the floor, made a sound that was hard to tell whether it was a scream or a shout, and in the end, pulled out his whip.
“You crazy bastard, you’re just dying to die today!”
Although he had lost the power of a player, so he couldn’t be certain, Lee Rowoon knew that Cheol Taemin was only level 5.
Although he was only a beginner player, he was a powerful figure whom the workers in the monster carcass disposal site could never defeat.
He seemed to have lost his mind from the fact that he had been humiliated by a worker whom he considered a slave.
‘The whip is dangerous.’
Moreover, he had the slave’s mark branded on him.
It was a fight he could never win.
‘If it were the past me, that is.’
Whoosh!
The whip flew through the air, and Lee Rowoon sensed the tear in the air and tilted his body.
Thwack!
The whip uselessly struck the floor.
Lee Rowoon, not missing the opportunity, stood right in front of Cheol Taemin and stared into his eyes.
“U-uh, uhhh!”
Right now, he didn’t have inner energy, circles, or darkness.
Although he had chaos, this chaos was a power he could not, and must never use.
But did that mean he was no different from a powerless slave?
‘There’s no way.’
The Martial King teacher had always said.
‘Even a peasant can easily subdue a low-ranking martial artist if they can wield killing intent. Killing intent is, after all, an expression of mental strength and will.’
Looking into Cheol Taemin’s eyes, he recalled it.
The sight of the guy being torn to shreds by his hands, the sight of him begging for his life while struggling and having his neck bone crushed.
“Guh, guh-grrr!”
The result was the guy fainting, unable to withstand the killing intent emanating from Lee Rowoon.
Violence begets resistance.
But fear is something that is imprinted deep in the bones.
From now on, Cheol Taemin would find it hard to even dare to look him in the eye.
At least.
“A monster carcass disposal site, huh… Not a bad place to find my strength.”
A monster carcass disposal site, a space where corpses and blood were constantly supplied.
‘Blood Demon Divine Art.’
It was the most suitable space for achieving the Martial King’s Blood Demon Divine Art.
Smoothly…
Lee Rowoon brushed his hair back and began walking out.
It was a long while after Lee Rowoon’s figure had disappeared before…
“W-what did we just witness…?”
The workers who had been watching everything started to whisper amongst themselves.
But they were to be even more horrified.
“Wh-where is that guy going!”
“That place is…!
The place that Lee Rowoon was heading towards was a place where no one dared to tread.
Even the supervisors and the Hwasan Guild executives avoided it.
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