I Became the Terminally Ill Master of the Final Bosses – Chapter 1

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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I started writing novels because of my first love.

The girl sitting next to me dreamt of being a novelist, and I just wanted to look good in her eyes.

However, I had no talent. Writing style, descriptions, plot… I was terrible at it all.

My martial arts lacked historical accuracy, guns appeared in my medieval fantasy, and my game settings were so messy that readers endlessly cursed my name.

“…I never thought it would come back to bite me like this.”

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. Even over 20 years later, I still hadn’t gotten used to the snow-white hair, blue eyes, and waking up coughing blood every morning.

My current body belonged to a minor character from [King of the Diamond Fist], the first martial arts web novel I’d ever written.

‘To think I’d be reincarnated into Bing Yeon’s body… and in a world where all the novels I’ve written are mashed together…’

I had been dropped into that kind of world.

A bizarre world where the three novels I wrote were combined, like some unholy fusion of kimchi, pizza, and sweet and sour pork.

And to top it off, I was a good-for-nothing stuck with the Nine Yin Severed Pulse, a terminal illness that guaranteed a short life.

If I had to pinpoint the cause of this tragedy, a certain devoted reader was largely to blame.

– Author, please don’t stop updating! I’ve read all your works, and if this one disappears too, what am I supposed to read?!

They were the only reader who’d stuck with me until my last web novel, [Trapped in an Idle Game]. When I posted the discontinuation notice, seeing the view count permanently stuck at 2…

(The view count was 2 because one of them was me.)

– If that’s how it is, I have no choice but to show you my ‘sincerity’.

That was the last comment I saw from that reader before a flash of light from my monitor dragged me into this world.

Normally, it would be the author saying “You know what?” and reincarnating the reader. Instead, the tables had been turned on me.

When I opened my eyes, I was living as a low-ranking disciple of the Five Poison Sect in Yunnan Province.

In the novel, I’d abruptly added this setting just to explain the constitution of the North Sea Ice Palace.

He was half-brother of the female lead from the North Sea Ice Palace. Later, because it was too much of a hassle to deal with, I had him killed off by the Heavenly Demon with a mere flick of her wrist.

That’s why my hair was white, and my eyes were blue.

All because I decided he shared the same lineage as the stunningly beautiful woman who was basically a walking cliché of an icy-cool beauty in a martial arts novel.

‘I should have never added that setting about him emitting even more Yin energy than the ‘Ice Emperor’. I should have just made him a normal guy with all his limbs and a sturdy physique…’

The reason I found myself in the Five Poison Sect instead of the Ice Palace was because of my constitution, which was even more extreme than the heroine’s.

Thanks to that, I never went hungry because of my looks, but this damn Yin energy was causing my blood to flow backwards.

Even after consuming every elixir that claimed to cure my severed pulse condition, my body didn’t improve.

Even the Divine Healer from my novel said it would be a miracle if I lived to see adulthood. Need I say more?

‘If you were going to reincarnate me, you could have at least made me the Infinite Sword Emperor or the Poison Dragon…’

Heaving a sigh, I struggled to sit up in bed, my breathing ragged.

The fact that I had to clutch my chest and cough up blood just to move a muscle was infuriating. They say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone… How true those words rang, especially when it came to health and people.

To make a long story short, I survived past adulthood.

Even with my weak constitution, I refused to give up on life. I trained my body and sought strength.

Even when I coughed up blood several times a day, I didn’t stop cultivating my energy.

I sought out the strongest individuals in the novel, bowing my head and begging for their teachings.

Since three of my novels were mixed together, I traveled between the East and the West, striving to master swordsmanship, aura, mana, and martial arts.

‘A dying man like you?’ At first, I was constantly rejected. However, after witnessing my effort and determination, they eventually accepted me as their disciple.

I was desperate. I wanted to live.

No matter what it took, I had to suppress the cold energy engulfing my body. Every bit of progress meant a little more time.

Perhaps it was thanks to my relentless efforts, but…

I survived the Green Forest ambush that was supposed to be the end of me in the novel. I even lived through the infamous War of Good and Evil.

This wasn’t in the original story. The name ‘Bing Yeon’ became etched in the history of the martial arts world.

I earned the nickname “Ice Dragon”, became strong enough to establish a small sect, and earned the recognition of others.

Yes, everything was going well, except for the fact that my body was on the verge of giving out and the final bosses from my novels were nowhere to be found.

I travelled this strange world, searching for the final bosses.

The final bosses I’d written were all beings who embodied beliefs that contrasted with the protagonists. Most of them had lived miserable lives and become twisted as a result.

It was one thing to imagine them as fictional beings, but this was reality. As the creator of this world, I had to find them.

“Master, are you alright? You’re coughing.”

“Ah, I just woke up.”

That’s when I rescued a young girl from a group of crazed fanatics.

They were a fanatical religious group who practiced human sacrifice, feeding children blood and flesh.

Using the martial arts and mana I had cultivated, I wiped out every trace of that cult. I couldn’t bear to see anyone, especially children, suffer like that.

“Master, I was worried because you weren’t waking up…”

The black-haired girl looked at me with concern in her eyes. Her eyes were red and puffy, as if she’d been crying.

Judging by the way she was tidying up the wet towels and bloodstained cloths, it seemed she’d been nursing me again.

“Bi Wol, you don’t have to go to such lengths. Your hands must be sore.”

“Don’t say such things. How can a disciple leave their master’s side?”

The girl by my side was Bi Wol.

Her name, appearance, and description perfectly matched the Heavenly Demon from my novel.

‘It makes sense, since the name of that cult was originally the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect…’

It was just like the Gu poison, a curse where countless poisonous insects were placed in a jar, leaving only one survivor.

They would feed a young girl blood and flesh, making it so she could only satisfy her hunger by killing.

This was the hidden backstory of the Heavenly Demon, Bi Wol, that I hadn’t included in the original story but had only jotted down in the corner of my notes.

‘This is all my fault. It’s only right that I fix it.’

The Heavenly Demon in my novel didn’t know how to satisfy her hunger without killing.

Blood and flesh were the only things that could quench her thirst and appease her hunger.

The Heavenly Demon in my novel didn’t know how to sleep without someone dying.

The Heavenly Demon Divine Sect tortured its victims, ensuring that she would never sleep unless someone perished, haunted by their screams.

The Heavenly Demon in my novel had never known the warmth of loving parents.

Bi Wol’s parents had sold her for a mere sack of rice.

They were people who struggled just to put food on the table, even if it meant selling their own child.

“I’m happy to be by your side, Master. How could I ever forget your warmth, the one who saved my life?”

Despite knowing that she was destined to become the Heavenly Demon and the plot demanded it, I saved Bi Wol. It was an act of atonement for my sins.

A grown man saving a child… what reason did he need?

Even if it meant altering the course of the novel, I didn’t care. I was the author.

“Master, you taught me everything I needed to know to survive. You even taught me how to breathe and feel my heart beat again.”

“Don’t phrase it like that, people will get the wrong idea…”

Bi Wol had become my disciple the moment I rescued her from the Heavenly Demon Cult.

I taught her how to buy food, how to work, and provided her with a proper place to live.

I even took in the children from the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect as my disciples. This way, she would never have to face death at their hands.

“What does it matter what they think? Among all your disciples, Master, I’m the most worthy of being called your beloved disciple.”

“That’s not what I… Never mind.”

Bi Wol wiped the blood from my lips and gave me a bright smile. She often showed me this kind of excessive affection.

Even my other disciples and the people around us would shake their heads. Her attachment bordered on obsession.

She wouldn’t leave my side until I fell asleep, and she was always the first thing I saw when I woke up.

Once, when I was secretly drinking at an inn, she dragged me back to the sect, scolding me about how someone with my condition shouldn’t be drinking.

‘Is this also part of the Heavenly Demon Star’s influence…?’

I couldn’t wrap my head around how she lived her life.

Her movements defied all logic, as if she weren’t human. I simply gave up trying to understand.

“Master, your breakfast and bath are ready.”

“Didn’t I tell you I could do it myself?”

“But Master, there’s currently no mistress. Shouldn’t I fulfill this role?”

As if my coughing up another mouthful of blood meant nothing, Bi Wol snuggled closer, burying her face in my chest.

No matter how well she treated me, my health wouldn’t improve. I was going to die soon.

‘I’m more worried about what will happen after I die… She won’t revert back to being the Heavenly Demon, will she? I destroyed the Heavenly Demon Cult.’

I reflected on everything I’d done.

I rescued a young girl from a life of misery. I took in orphans and beggars as my disciples, saving countless people from unfortunate circumstances.

The protagonists from my original work, [King of the Diamond Fist], wouldn’t be killed by Bi Wol now. It was time to prepare for the next step.

“Master? Please eat your breakfast.”

“Ah, Bi Wol…”

Looking at Bi Wol, her eyes wide with concern, I told her what I had to do.

“…I’ll be taking in a disciple soon, she’ll be your junior sister.”

I needed to save Verdandi, the Hero who was the final boss of my second web novel, and Azazel, the Saint who was the final boss of my last web novel.

I believed this was the reason I was brought into this world.

“A junior sister? You specified her gender, so I assume this isn’t another case of you taking in a child sold by their parents or someone missing limbs…”

Bi Wol’s eyes narrowed, taking on a serpentine glint. Her gaze was sharp and calculating.

“May I dare ask the reason for your decision to bring another woman into our sect, Master?”

“…She’s a child who’s lived a life just as unfortunate as yours, Bi Wol. Please, set a good example as her elder sister.”

“I refuse.”

Bi Wol’s words were clipped, each syllable laced with emotion. With a snap, the spoon she was holding broke in half.

The broken head of the spoon clattered against the floor.

“If you truly desire it, Master, if you wish to cast me aside and take in a new girl, then take me with you.”

Her hands trembled, and her voice was thick with unshed tears. The fear of abandonment was evident in her eyes.

Honestly, I was worried about how much she would resent the world after I was gone.

What if she decided that the world meant nothing without me and embraced her destiny as the Heavenly Demon?

“Have you forgotten the rules of our sect, Bi Wol?”

“…The rules of the Ice Dragon Blossom Heart Sect are engraved deep within my heart. I shall not take a life without just cause.”

“Then I shall allow you to accompany me on this journey, as long as you keep that promise.”

To be honest, I was planning on taking her with me anyway.

The other final bosses were just as dangerous as she was.

There was the Hero, so consumed by her sense of justice that she wouldn’t hesitate to kill even a good person if they went against her beliefs.

And the Saint, driven to make a deal with an outer god in her desperation for love after a lifetime of misery and neglect.

Even with my current strength, I wasn’t sure if I could subdue them…

“I promise, Master. I will protect you from those wicked wolves.”

Bi Wol nodded eagerly, her enthusiasm almost puppy-like.

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