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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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The blunt impact that had struck his body disappeared. And what he saw was a world of black.
“What the… where is this?”
Only darkness, so dark that he wondered if he had gone blind.
*Ding*
A familiar window appeared with a familiar sound.
[Guidance on Dimensional Travel – 3]
[The target of possession will be overwritten by the existence known as Kang In-ho.]
[Number of Dimensional Travels: 4]
[Cause of Death in Previous Dimension: Derailment]
“I’m… dead.”
He died again.
He hadn’t intended to die, and he hadn’t provoked Mina.
βSo, itβs not just those obsessed with me that can kill me, huh?β
βDid I get killed the moment I decided to settle in that dimension?β
He even started to theorize that he was being subjected to all sorts of unfair disadvantages.
No, even though that goddess was a bitch, she wouldn’t do something this petty.
So, the fact that could be derived from his fourth death was…
“The number of ways I can die has increased.”
He concluded that he couldn’t avoid death just by being wary of one person.
“…….”
There was one thing that bothered him more than the fact that he had died or that he had to start over again in a different dimension.
“I wonder if… Lee Mina is okay?”
She was the first person he had genuinely tried to have a good relationship with. Who knew they would part ways so absurdly?
“Ha. If I had known, I would have at least kissed her.”
But itβs too late now. Something he couldn’t change.
Trying to hold onto regrets was like trying to grasp dissipating smoke; not only could he not catch it, but it was toxic and would only make him cough.
“So, where am I?”
It felt like enough time had passed for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but he couldn’t see anything.
And why was he lying down?
*Thud*
And it was cramped.
Was he trapped in some kind of box? Or a trunk?
Was he starting off imprisoned? The difficulty level was too high.
The cramped space was one thing, but the fact that he was trapped made him feel uneasy.
This wouldn’t do. He had to get out.
He pushed with his knees and hands, and it lifted slightly, so it didn’t seem like he was trapped in a trunk.
*Click*
He pushed the lid with all his might, and fresh air rushed onto his face.
What was this refreshing air?
As he sat up, a faint light dimly illuminated the space.
A bedroom? A funeral parlor? It was a bizarrely mixed space.
“What is this strange place?”
As he tried to stand up, putting strength into his knees, his whole body screamed in protest.
As if he had been lying down for a long time.
“It’s like a coffin.”
Looking at where he had been lying, there was a neatly crafted, rectangular coffin.
It seemed a bit larger than a typical coffin, but a coffin was a coffin.
He carefully stepped out of the coffin.
As he stepped onto the smooth stone floor, the coldness seeped into the soles of his feet.
“And why are these clothes so long and flowing?”
The soft fabric brushed against his skin. Putting aside the design, he could tell at a glance that the clothes were high-quality.
Rubbing his aching knees, he took in his surroundings.
“What in the world is this place?”
He couldn’t make heads or tails of it.
All he could tell was that it felt ancient.
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“Who goes there?!”
He heard a shout from the entrance and saw two tough-looking men holding torches, glaring at him.
Judging by the way they were wary of him, they didn’t seem to know he was there.
“Uh… um…”
What should he say?
βI woke up inside there?β
“If you don’t tell us the truth…!”
The man on the left pulled something from his waist.
*Shing*
The sharp sound of metal scraping fills the air as a sword is drawn.
The blade of the sword, gleaming in the torchlight, looked sharp enough to bring back previous memories.
“Not another stabbing ending…”
They were slowly approaching him.
They were extremely wary of him, and he felt the same way.
If things went wrong, they would cut him down with that sword.
Even if he had to die again, he wouldn’t die by a sword.
Thatβs what he thought to himself.
Soon, they were facing each other, only two or three steps apart.
“How dare you trespass in this sacred…”
“Leader, look at that. The coffin…!”
The man called “Leader” looked over his shoulder, and his face turned pale.
“Oh my… goodness…! Everything in the younger disciple’s palace belongs to the Cult Leader…”
“You!! Do you even know what you’ve done?!”
When the Leader was at a loss for words, the man next to him interrogated In-ho.
Their outfits were utterly strange, like something out of a historical drama. They also held torches and swords.
And Cult Leader? What kind of religious group was this?
They approached him, their tough faces contorting even further.
This… looked bad.
In that case…
“Hey! Look behind you!!”
“What??”
When their gazes turned backward simultaneously, he pushed them aside and ran with all his might.
“Intruder!! Intruder!!!!”
He heard shouts behind him. And in the distance, he saw a large group of torches approaching.
Shit, this was fucked.
How long had he been running?
He ran frantically to get away from the torches.
He didn’t even have time to think about whether he was running in the right direction.
He just followed his instincts, running through corridors and jumping over walls.
“It’ll take them a while to get over the wall.”
He glanced back at the wall he had jumped over with all his might and muttered to himself, when an unbelievable sight unfolded before his eyes.
“There he is. Catch him.”
People soared into the air, effortlessly jumping over the wall.
That wasn’t jumping…
Not only did they clear the wall, but they were running towards him, stepping on air.
“Waaah!!! Flying Cultists!!!!!”
He hurriedly started running again.
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“Damn it.”
He thought he had been escaping well, but it seemed he had been running towards where they were leading him.
“A cliff…”
A sheer cliff stood before him. If he fell from here, he wouldn’t even have bones left to collect.
“That’s far enough!”
And behind him, a crowd of people were closing in.
Holding torches and swords, they were approaching him with heavy breaths.
“The price for disturbing the younger disciple’s palace must be paid with death.”
So, if he got caught, he would die.
Then… there was no other choice.
Whether he died this way or that way.
It would be better to die in one go.
Goodbye, this dimension. Wherever it may be.
He threw himself off the cliff with all his might.
“Oh!”
A voice of surprise.
He was falling endlessly downwards. The sound of the wind whistling past his ears, the air resistance hitting his face.
If he fell to the ground like this, he would be splattered.
He flailed his body, hoping to grab onto a branch or something.
Then, something changed.
“The falling speed…?”
The speed of his fall slowed down subtly.
He flailed his body again.
The speed slowed down even more, and he descended the cliff stably, as if gliding.
“Hahaha!! I’m flying! I’m actually flying!!”
He shouted with joy at the unbelievable situation.
This was good.. He didn’t know what was going on, but he was alive for now. Now, if he could just find a safe landing spot…
*Thump*
“Huh?”
As his posture crumbled, his stable glide faltered.
His body began to fall again.
“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit~~~”
Like the exit scene of a third-rate villain, he plummeted downwards.
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Yunnan.
The rain that had started wouldn’t stop, pouring down day and night.
Tents were set up around a cave on a mountainside, resembling a military camp.
“……”
A man was perched high up in a tree, using a branch as a foothold.
Despite the heavy rain, his posture remained steady.
His gaze was fixed on one spot, watching something flying towards him from afar.
And when the object came closer, he extended his hand.
-Flap
With the sound of flapping wings, a crow landed on his hand.
He opened the note tied to the crow’s leg and remained silent for a while before jumping down.
Despite falling from a high place, he landed softly on the ground.
“Are they inside?”
“Yes. They’ve been inside the whole time.”
He asked the guard standing at the entrance of the cave, and the gaurds bowed their heads in greeting and answered.
He took a deep breath and entered the cave.
The cave showed signs of being artificially widened here and there, resembling a well-decorated villa.
Who would think that this was a space to stay in for only two days?
The man knelt down on one knee and bowed.
“I greet the Cult Leader.”
The man spoke, addressing the darkness in the distance.
And there was a brief silence.
“What business do you have that you dared to disturb my rest, Sword Demon?”
The man flinched at the slightly irritated voice but soon composed himself and opened his mouth.
“There had been contact from the Cult.”
“What contact? If it’s trivial, I’ll cut off your head and the head of the one who sent it at the same time.”
“In the younger disciple’s palace…”
“…In the younger disciple’s palace?”
“There had been… an intruder in the younger disciple’s palace.”
“…What?”
“And there are also reports that the bedchamber had been destroyed by the intruder.”
-Rumble
The atmosphere began to vibrate.
The vibrations spread from the darkness and shook the mountain.
Weakly rooted trees fell, and as a result, the soil began to slide down.
Everyone would think of it as a natural phenomenon, but the man clearly felt the presence of the person beyond the darkness.
Blood was already dripping from his nose.
But the vibrations continued, so his bleeding didn’t stop.
-Thud, thud
Footsteps were heard from the other side of the darkness.
The footsteps were coming closer and closer, and the man closed his eyes as if accepting death.
An overwhelming presence. An oppressive force that made it hard to breathe, pressed down on him.
“Open your eyes, Sword Demon.”
“I obey the Cult Leader’s words.”
The man forced his eyes open and raised his head.
-Thud!
The man’s face slammed into the ground.
“Who… told you to raise your head?”
“I apologize.”
“Shadow Demon, are you there?”
When the Cult Leader called, the man’s shadow began to writhe.
Soon, a woman in human form, knelt on one knee in response to the Cult Leader’s call.
“We return to the main cult.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Sword Demon.”
“…Yes.”
“I leave the front lines to you. Open the path to Anhui before I return.”
“I will obey your command.”
“Now, raise your head.”
A woman in black robes and a white overcoat was looking down at the man.
She had jet-black hair tied back and her blood-red eyes gleamed.
And a gold earring on her left ear.
“What did you do with the guard captain?”
“I have him confined in the prison for now.”
“Good. We must not punish him carelessly.”
The Cult Leader said with a deep smile.
“They are the ones who failed to protect my disciple’s bedchamber. I will personally tear their limbs apart and burn their eyes.”
Black flames erupted fiercely behind the Cult Leader, heating the surrounding air.
Overwhelmed by the indescribable power, the man lowered his head again and submitted.
“Everything will be according to the will of the Heavenly Demon.”
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[T/N: Our boy is fucked]
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