275 – The Tired Man
In fact, that is true of all battles.
About half of the odds of winning depend on the sky. What secrets the opponent may be hiding, what unusual variables exist, all of these are areas beyond what can be calculated.
‘No matter how much I look, there is no gap…!’
But if you think about it the other way around, the chance of winning the other half ultimately depends on you. The capabilities and efforts I have accumulated so far will never betray me.
Heaven may not take my side, but my skills are different. Always listens only to my side. Even in the most dangerous and critical times, you share that fate with me.
‘From here, we have no choice but to cut down.’
When a warrior trains a weapon and reaches its peak, what appears to be a weakness is not a weakness, and what appears to be a loophole is not a loophole. The girl had seen such a state with her own eyes. I clearly felt that fact during my sparring with Geher, a hermit who had stepped into the realm of being called a grand master in the world.
The situation was different, but the feeling was surprisingly similar. The only difference is that while Geher the Hermit relies on his experience and skill to perform such feats, that Bimoah relies on pure power.
The method to break either one is the same. I have to rely solely on my own capabilities and forcefully bring out weaknesses that do not exist. Even strengths must be destroyed and converted into weaknesses.
Chamryundo Island was pulsating. The energy of the sun and moon it contained radiated like crazy. The shapes of the moon and sun appeared and disappeared repeatedly, circling around the Tao, and the Tao, with all its energy drained out, seemed empty for a moment.
‘There is no choice but to cut out the rays and move forward!’
A technology created by a man who despaired of the power of the Demon King in exchange for her life.
Roka has never properly received the knowledge of the empty sword. It is not she, but Ardaine, who passed down her empty sword to Serene Rayman. Even that Ardene couldn’t use her empty sword properly.
But because of that – there seemed to be room for imitation.
A perfect blank sword is not something that can be imitated or realized just by looking at it once. If you don’t get the same kind of emotion that Rayman got, it’s no different from just seeing magic.
On the other hand, Ardain’s empty sword was rather easy to understand because it was just a clumsy hollow sword. Moreover, it is not the first time that I have seen her use her Ah Gong sword.
It was not difficult to imitate a counterfeit product once again. Of course, realizing that power is another story. Still, Roca was confident.
Of course, she is not the one who officially inherited the public sword.
Therefore, Roca’s empty sword does not extend quietly and secretly like Ardain’s. It can be used only by causing all kinds of commotion, making a fuss, and releasing all magical energy to the outside to artificially create a void. But – what does it matter?
An empty sword just needs to be an empty sword. All you have to do is cut out the light. It is nonsense to cut light with a sword or with a sword, but isn’t it possible to cut something with nothing?
The moment the eyes looked straight at him, he did not avoid them this time. He advanced, blocking his path with an empty sword. Light. If you see and avoid it, it will already be too late, so we took preemptive action.
The approaching light is not something that humans can sense. Even if you are a Master who has reached the limit of humanity, you can only recognize the ray once it hits you.
Just as when you turn on the light in a room on a dark night and the light instantly fills the room, at some point the entire surroundings were enveloped in bright light. There was nothing that could be called an omen. When I came to my senses, I saw waves of light sweeping around me.
However, the empty space remained in its place, rejecting both light and darkness. Gonggeom, a Buddhist art obtained through emptying, is a technique originally created to deal with the devil.
This is a technique created to counter the powerful Dark Force of the Demon Lord Grimudo. It was created to fight against the monster that drew in magical energy from all directions as if it were a deep pit, further compressing the magical energy and squeezing it to its limit.
As the purpose is the purpose, it was created to be used in situations like this. Roka is not the only silent Ray, but Bemore is also not the Demon Lord. The beam of light split in half and shot out to the left and right, and the glow of the sunset sparkled within it. The sword body of Chamryundo vibrated.
A path created by refining the mind. Naturally, it has the strongest power when using the seasons of the mind. Five hundred years ago, Heron was a great swordsman, but he did not represent all things sword.
Gonggeom is not part of his martial arts. Since they only borrowed the idea and used it as an augur, neither Chamnyundo nor Roka himself could achieve their full power. But sunset cutting is different.
I’m used to it. It was comfortable. My body moved on its own without me being conscious of it. Drawing sunset lines was no longer difficult at all. So the girl burst out laughing without realizing it.
A person who achieves something great already knows it before he or she achieves it. Even before the results come out, I have a feeling that it has already been successful. My intuition told me. It was definitely cut. I’m sure I can cut it.
And the moment the Tao was struck, that feeling became reality. The sunset passed by, cutting off the tail. No matter how many times I opened my eyes, it didn’t change.
The tail was cut off. It was cut top and bottom. But before I could rejoice, the whole place was covered in light. Light. Light. And light. There was no color. It was neither golden nor white.
The intense light swallowed everything. It was a helium. The cost of burning all the stored energy, energy that could have been used for a year, and releasing it in a single moment was enormous.
The blackened eyeball slowly fell to the ground. It has ripened to the point where it can no longer maintain its shape. Unable to withstand the speed of its own fall, it slowly disintegrated in the air, spewing out ash.
Until her last moments, Bimoa remained faithful to her duties. Even putting her life on the line, she did not hesitate at all.
This monster had only one reason for existence from beginning to end.
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Long ago,
So, really, in the past,
I did not believe that people’s thoughts change as they get older.
Even if there was such a tendency, I thought it was a far cry from the fact that I had already obtained the body of immortality. She had a man in her who thought she could stay the same forever.
But why?
Now she felt herself getting tired.
How long has it been since she let go of the task of creating new monsters? He realized that fact and became depressed inside.
‘Is there really any meaning to what I’m doing?’
I’m bored.
I am bored.
This didn’t happen because I suddenly had that thought.
It’s just that the flame of passion that was filling a corner of my heart has already cooled down.
Not because I was bored, but because I knew there was no point in trying.
He practiced all the powerful techniques that existed throughout history and even achieved great success. I have gained a power that surpasses both gods and demons. It is strong enough to defeat even a dragon with its full force!
But what does it mean? Nothing can be done with this playful power. No matter how much he trains or trains, his progress is as slow as a snail, as he has already reached the limit. It’s almost as if we’ve already reached a standstill, so even if we become stronger here, there won’t be much progress.
It is a power that can make all the kings and emperors of the continent tremble.
But is this the limit of oneself and of humanity? Is it really impossible to go any further from here?
From the beginning, limits were drawn to this world.
A limit that can never be surpassed, even if one trains for eons.
“There is no method that has not been tried. I tried to go beyond that by creating a monster. But…”
Give up the path of pure force and walk the path of being a monster,
He truly attempted to go beyond the ancient world. However, all attempts failed, and so much time passed. Now, no matter how much of a demon lord he is, he cannot help but feel skeptical. His two fists automatically clenched.
“Are you saying my limits are only this much?”
A ray of light rose up from behind him as he pursed his lips. The Demon King was startled when he saw that the front suddenly became brighter. When he looked back without realizing it, he saw a large pillar of light rising in the distance. Anyone can see that it did not arise naturally.
“Be more…?”
If the rays of light can be seen clearly even in his eyes after he has already left the North Pole and reached ‘the place where’ the Kalkamir Mountains were, this is an impossible power no matter how great BMoa’s output is.
It may be possible to fire a beam of this much power. However, the problem is that Bemore’s body, which is supposed to be the gun barrel, cannot handle the enormous output.
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It is extorted in exchange for his life. But why? Why?
Do you mean that an intruder has appeared in the North Pole Fortress that Bimoa should personally take action against?
A person so strong that one must burn one’s life to defeat him?
“Are they those guys…?”
The only thing that comes to mind is the group of priests I met not long ago. In the past, people who did things like this would never have been left alive. But now, this man, who was exhausted for various reasons, was having a hard time even getting angry.
In fact, I even thought that creating and researching monsters in the first place might have been a waste of time. Monsters are ultimately defective products created through research on the cells of ancient bodies. It is a defective product that does not even approach the harvester’s realm, let alone the ancient body.
At least I was angry when Phoenix died, but I didn’t think much of the other monsters whether they lived or died. What kind of affection would you give to a defective product in the first place?
Taking Bimoah to guard the North Pole Fortress was, from his point of view, recycling defective products for a useful purpose. Even though he was broken, he didn’t show much emotion.
‘Still, this is the guy who stayed by my side for such a long time.’
The Demon King tried to take another step, but eventually stopped and turned his back. He started to go back the same way he came. Although it may be because it was created that way in the first place, Bimoah is the monster that followed him the best among the monsters. Phoenix got angry sometimes, but he didn’t do anything like that. When told to do so, he did as he was told.
That guy is dead. He felt uncomfortable dismissing it as something that had never happened. He wanted to at least hear from those who killed monsters why they did what they did.
What difference does it make if you defeat one B-Moa now? Does it at least comfort your heart? Or is he thinking of provoking himself into committing a roundabout suicide?
No matter how much I thought about it, no matter how many times I thought about it, the conclusion was the same. There was no benefit to be gained by doing so.
Anyway, I’ll have to go back and ask.
If they are still alive.
If it had been hit head-on by the beam of light that even exchanged its life for, even that dragon would not be in a situation where it could be held responsible. It would have already disappeared into a handful of ashes.