A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 100



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Episode 100. To the Room of Truth

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After Hans left, I took some time to relax and recharge in the sun, and then I found Vlad sprawled out on the grass.

“hmm.”

Suddenly, a turbulent wave arose in the calm sea of ​​my heart.

Feeling my anger rising, I got up from my seat and strode towards the guy.

“You damn brat. Come to work.”

I held Vlad tightly and glared at him.

“Hey. Try doing it to me. Make me go crazy like you did to Wolfgang.”

“… … .”

“Are you looking for someone right now? Do you want to get lost?”

What this guy did was not something that could be dismissed as cute.

If I hadn’t handled it properly, Wolfgang would have been sucked dry of every last drop of his life force and would have died for sure.

That’s not all.

How many more people would have died before Wolfgang exhausted his life force?

Even if the knights rush in and subdue them all at once, if another person is devoured by Vlad, the disaster will start all over again. And so it repeats.

Even though it was rotten, it was still a demon sword. It was a fearsome thing.

That’s what was scary about Vlad. The endless cycle of disaster.

If that’s the case… … the disaster that Oposus was so worried about must have sprouted from here.

In the process, many people could have died or been injured. Joy, who was smiling brightly and making wildflower bracelets for the knights, could have been injured.

It was an event that made me feel angry all over again.

“You evil bastard. How dare you try to harm Joey?”

“… … .”

“I’ll soak you in shit water. If I bury you in shit water for 100 years, will you come to your senses? Do you want to become a shit-slinging sword?”

I tried to sharpen it without stopping for some time, but this desired sword was completely ignored.

You have to be careful about what your opponent thinks when you’re hunting, but this guy was just a sword without a face.

It doesn’t shake or make a whoosh like before.

I was so embarrassed by the lack of response that I lost the taste of the oyster.

I had no choice but to ask Cheonma for help.

“Master.”

[What is it?]

“This kid is not responding. What should I do?”

[Hmm… … . I don’t know much since it’s my first time with the Black Seat with an ego. Do you remember when you first held the sword, a red-haired guy came rushing in like a spirit?]

“Remember.”

[Does that mean you can invite him inside?]

“Oh.”

[Concentrate your mind as if you were doing a fortune telling while holding a sword, then use your internal energy to hand over the invitation to him.]

“Oh… … . An invitation. I’m so excited.”

I immediately sat cross-legged, holding Vlad in my hand, and closed my eyes.

And then, just like when I eat breakfast, I forget everything and slowly sink into myself.

As I delved deeper, I was able to observe my body from a third-person perspective.

Could this also be a kind of fantasy?

A warm energy like sunlight was actively flowing through the blood vessels of my body, and something red and ominous was rippling from the Vlad in my hand.

A situation where a separate energy is felt like this, just like a person, even though no internal energy was injected into the sword.

It’s amazing that a lump of iron has its own unique energy.

As expected, he was no ordinary guy.

‘This guy. He’s really an ego sucker.’

I was a bit hesitant because he never spoke to me, but it wasn’t a problem.

You can find out from now on.

I tried to focus my mind on where I was holding the hilt of the knife.

Then, I felt a kind of passage centered around the hand holding the sword handle.

It looked like energy could flow in and out, but the door was currently firmly shut.

I deployed my internal energy there.

The internal energy that was unleashed was visualized as if I was dreaming according to my will.

Before I knew it, I had become a fearless member of the internal energy force who had set out with the sword in my hand.

I walked briskly toward the firmly closed door and knocked softly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

“Hey, you son of a bitch. Are you there?”

“… … .”

There was no answer.

I kept knocking on the door with a fierce tone and warned him.

“If you don’t come out, I’ll come in. I’ll count to ten. If you don’t open the door, I’ll search you. I warned you.”

“… … .”

“Then let’s count. One… ten. Ding. You’re out.”

Woof-

I gathered my energy in my hands and threw it toward the door.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

There was a loud noise and the door was shattered.

Even though it was just my fantasy, it felt quite real, which made me think that my imagination was quite rich.

“I… … are you there?”

I asked, sneaking through the broken door.

“Our Mr. Vlad? Mr. Vlad. Are you there? I am from the Sherwood Mercenaries.”

It was dark inside.

It was a very different structure from the passage felt when releasing internal energy through a normal sword.

A situation where you are wandering around, unable to easily find a way to apply your inner energy because it is an unfamiliar space.

I walked through the dark space inside the door, looking for Vlad.

“Where did you go to this statue?”

As I was muttering like that and searching the space inside the sword, I felt a creepy murderous aura coming from behind me.

It’s rough and fierce, like that of a wild beast.

The smell of something fishy seems to be wafting towards me, and I can feel the breath of a beast on the back of my neck.

[Kuaaah!]

I turned around, gathering energy in both hands.

I could see the red light shining in the darkness.

Indeed, Wolfgang deserves to be consumed without even being able to do anything.

Who knew he had such sharp claws hidden away?

But fuck, I’m not Wolfgang.

I greeted the guy who grinned and welcomed me warmly.

“Oh my, our Mr. Vlad. You’re here?”

[Kyaaaaak!]

Vlad charged at them like a wild beast.

“Oh my. Be careful.”

Since my back was against a protruding wall, I used my internal energy to punch the guy in the stomach to prevent him from hitting the wall.

puck!

[Cough!]

Vlad’s body folded and floated slightly into the air.

“Oh my. Danger.”

Also, something sharp was sticking out in that direction, so I kicked it hard to the side as it floated up.

bang!

The guy flew away and landed in a corner.

[omg…….]

I felt like I couldn’t breathe due to the shock, so I ran over and kicked him in the air.

puck!

[Crunch… … .]

Vlad fainted.

“hmm.”

He is truly an extremely vicious man.

But I was able to subdue him without much difficulty.

Is it because I have strong willpower? Or is it simply because I am stronger than Wolfgang?

Well… I wasn’t really curious. I just had to catch it.

I grabbed the guy by the back of his neck and lifted him up.

He looked like a savage, with red hair that reached down to his waist, but he was also small in stature.

There was no response, so I went straight into the sword and caught the guy who was hiding tightly.

“To the room of truth.”

I took Vlad and returned to my thoughts.

It was an invitation to me.

* * *

A moment later, when Vlad opened his eyes.

“Cut one here.”

[… … ?]

“Here I go.”

[… … !]

Vlad stepped back abruptly and shouted.

[Wh, what are you doing!]

Ashvan looked at Vlad blankly.

He was fully prepared to strike down Vlad, holding the Starlight Sword in one hand.

Ashvan slowly approached Vlad, tapping his shoulder with the Starlight Sword.

“Oh, are you awake? It’s nothing. I was trying to have a conversation. I thought it wouldn’t work because you’re such an animal. You can’t talk to an animal, right? I wanted to turn you into a human and have a proper conversation with you.”

Kyarrung!

Vlad glared at Ashvan, his gaze thick with murderous intent.

[Do you know who I am? I am the fierce Red Sword Vlad!]

Ashvan clicked his tongue.

“Look at this. Look at this. I said we can’t communicate. People have human conversations, and animals have animal conversations.”

Ashvan swung the sword on his shoulder without warning.

The moment Vlad kicked his seat and jumped to the side to dodge, Ashvan, who had already predicted his path, kicked Vlad in the stomach.

[Gasp!]

Ashvan approached Vlad, who was sprawled on the floor, sobbing, and gave him advice.

“Mommy. Do you know where this is and why you’re running wild? Do you think this is still your warm cradle?”

At those words, Vlad quickly looked around.

It was a space with a small pond and a night sky full of stars.

[Hey, this is… … ?]

“This is the room of truth. Only those who shed tears of true repentance may leave.”

Only then did Vlad realize that this was not the sword, but Ashvan’s mind, and asked with a shiver.

[Where is that monster?]

Ashvan grinned and looked somewhere.

“Master. They say you’re a monster?”

[… … It’s unpleasant.]

From one side, a celestial horse walked out slowly.

[I am not some insignificant monster.]

[Hee, heeeek!]

As soon as his eyes met with that peculiar, arrogant yet indifferent gaze, Vlad seized up.

Vlad looked startled and backed away, dragging his butt backwards.

[Get out of here! Monster!]

Ashvan approached Vlad with a pretended angry face.

It seemed like he was holding back laughter.

“Are you crazy? How dare you call our heavenly master a monster?”

The horse snorted.

“Master, stay still. I will handle this.”

[Do whatever you want.]

Cheonma disappeared somewhere as if he had lost interest, and Ashvan approached Vlad, tapping his shoulder with the Starlight Sword.

[Oh, don’t come! Don’t come! Eww!]

For a while, Vlad’s screams echoed along with the sound of drums being pounded.

* * *

I opened my eyes.

I looked up at the sky, squinting slightly at the sunlight shining on me.

The sunlight somehow felt more concentrated.

As expected, the sun’s position had changed.

I started eating breakfast early in the morning, but before I knew it, it was already late afternoon.

Isn’t your inner self a place where time and space are distorted?

It was only after my inner world was disconnected from the outside world that I felt like it was flowing along its own independent flow of time.

It feels like I’m only moving along my own pendulum.

“… … .”

I looked at Vlad, who I had been holding until then, for a moment and then put it on my waist.

I didn’t realize how much time had passed while I was beating up that guy in the Room of Truth.

After all, it is more meaningful and better in many ways to see someone’s face and wish them well.

I was trying hard to convince him not to act so rudely and run wild when someone else was holding the sword, but I couldn’t tell if he would really be convinced in the end.

Even if he listens obediently now, it would be a problem if he suddenly goes wild after I leave.

“Hmm… … What should I do?”

While I was lost in thought for a moment, I heard a noise from one side.

Bonnie saw a large man limping toward her on crutches, his body wrapped in bandages here and there.

“… … .”

Since he was an unexpected guest, I just sat there and stared at him blankly.

Wolfgang limped closer and looked at me silently.

I had no choice but to speak first.

“Sir Volkokkok. Are you feeling better?”

“… …It’s Wolfgang.”

“Yes, Sir Wolfgang.”

“… … .”

“I heard you lost a lot of blood.”

Of course, it’s not the blood I drew. It’s Vlad’s blood.

I wondered where the blood that was being sprayed around like that came from, and it turned out to be Wolfgang’s blood.

Wolfgang answered.

“… … They say there is no danger to life.”

“That’s good. Did you come to report that?”

“… … .”

However, Wolfgang did not leave and just stared at me for a while without saying a word.

Finally, I sighed and asked.

“What? Do you have something to say? If you have something to say, then hurry up and get out.”

Only then did Wolfgang open his mouth.

“devil.”

“what.”

“… …Why didn’t you kill him?”

I sighed involuntarily.

… … I wondered what he was talking about.

“I clearly told you to kill him. Your lord must have given the same order. Why didn’t you kill him? If you had been careless, there could have been great casualties. Not only the knights, but even your lord’s life was in danger.”

I answered nonchalantly.

“But it didn’t work out.”

“Devil. You should have killed me.”

I sighed again.

The Black Prince or this guy. Those men.

“Bolkokkok Sir.”

“It’s Wolfgang.”

“Just say thank you and get out.”

“… … .”

Wolfgang looked at me with an incomprehensible look, bowed his head slightly, and said.

“… … Thank you. I will repay you someday.”

“Fuck. Just drink it.”

“… … .”

Wolfgang finished speaking and turned around and walked away.

I watched Wolfgang’s back as he limped away and called out to him.

“Hey, Sir Volcok-Cok.”

Wolfgang looked back.

“what.”

“Tell the Black Prince to choose the next candidate based on mental strength. No matter how strong or smart they are, throw it all away. Tell him to give top priority to mental strength.”

Wolfgang nodded.

“Understood. I will tell my lord so.”

Wolfgang limped away.

I thought about what I said a little while ago.

Come to think of it… … Am I mentally strong?

Well, I was called a monopoly even by the worst mercenary group.

It’s not that it’s weak.

Because that was my only strength.

Gulp –

Come to think of it, I didn’t even have lunch because I was fighting Vlad.

The moment I got up from my seat to go back to the annex, touching my hungry stomach and trying to grab something to eat.

“Oh, I found it!”

Linda came running out from behind the building like a rabbit and came running towards me.

“There you are, devil!”

“Hey.”

I ran away from Linda.

“Ah! Devil! Where are you going! Come with me!”

“Get out of here!”

9 days left until the final battle.

I have injured my left arm, and the owner of the Demon Sword has not been decided yet.