A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 235



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Episode 235. The Psychopath

Wow!!

The shockwave exploded and blew away the snow that had piled up on the ground.

The snowstorm stopped for a moment.

The hand holding the sword rang with a thud.

The guy glared at me.

“What kind of guy is this?”

I looked into the bastard’s eyes through the mask covered with night sky.

“Are you a hatsuna or a sorou?”

“… … !”

The bastard’s eyes grew wide.

It was a yellowish-brown eye that flashed like that of a wild beast.

I chuckled.

“Hearts.”

At that moment, the bastard’s eyes changed from yellow to a piercing blue, and he poured out ice with the hand that wasn’t holding the sword.

Those sharp shards of ice tried to gouge my eyes and pierce my forehead, but I quickly stepped back and swatted them away with my sword.

He stared at me silently with a cold, almost freezing aura.

“Who are you?”

I replied with a big smile.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Sorou frowned.

“You’re not in your right mind. Are you from the Dark Heaven?”

Oh? It seems like this guy was also aware of the existence of the Dark Heavenly Society.

So you also know that they’re behind the predicted monster wave?

Before I could reply, the guy’s eyes turned yellow again and he frowned openly.

“Amcheonhoe? What is that?”

……cancellation.

It seems that only Sorou knows.

The guy also seemed too lazy to explain to Harts, so he just mumbled something.

“There is something like that.”

I’ve probably asked and answered this question many times.

That’s because Harts forgets every time.

“Are they bad guys?”

“yes.”

“Oh, you mean those gloomy warlocks?”

“You can’t say that with certainty. Not all warlocks are Dark Magicians.”

“That’s complicated.”

“It’s not that complicated.”

They exchanged words with each other, their eye colors changing quickly.

I watched the scene and spoke to Cheonma.

“Now, look. Who’s the real crazy one?”

Cheonma let out a sigh of relief.

[Huh… It really does look like two different souls entered. Is this also some kind of magic?]

“Well, you never know. Maybe. Maybe not.”

As we live in this world, there are often times when we come across things that we simply cannot understand, and the psychopath in front of us was one of them.

Anyway, I declared to them that I wanted to knock this lunatic out and beat him up really bad.

“I am the Dark Heaven, and the Dark Heaven is me.”

The guys stopped their chaotic exchange of opinions and glared at me.

I opened my arms wide and looked up at the sky.

He then recited the words that the Dark Heavenly Society had been chanting like a slogan in a devout manner.

“I will stab the blue sky with the tip of my black spear, and the dark sky will soon come!”

Sorrow looked at me with eyes as cold as blue crystals.

“He’s not the guy from Amcheonhoe.”

It was a fairly definitive tone.

“What? What are you talking about? I am the Amcheonhoe, and the Amcheonhoe is me.”

Despite my argument that suited his reasoning, Sorou responded in a dry tone.

“The slogan is wrong.”

“What?”

“To be exact, it means, ‘The blue sky is already dead, so the dark sky will come.’ If someone doesn’t even know the basic slogan, how can they be a dark sky person?”

“… … .”

That cold kid. He’s being unnecessarily sharp.

There was silence for a moment.

I shamelessly cried.

If you are confident in anything, you can eat half of it.

“Actually, I am the one who has the correct slogan. They are wrong.”

“… … .”

But the gaze of Sorou looking at me was cold.

Still, I pressed on.

“I’m right! You son of a bitch!”

One of the bastard’s eyes turned yellow.

“He doesn’t seem to be in his right mind, so let’s just kill him.”

“I wonder.”

Yellow eyes glared at me.

In that moment, the distinctive scent of a wild beast hit me and I could hear a low growl.

“Let’s beat him to the point of death and then find out his true identity.”

It was a murderous voice, as if it had been burned, just like the bastard’s personality.

The unrefined, rough flesh mixed with the surrounding air adds to the oppressive feeling.

This guy is ‘Beast Sword’ Harts.

His other blue crystal eye, frozen solid, sparkled dazzlingly.

“Let’s do that.”

A voice as cold and calm as frost answered.

A man who always surrounds himself with cool composure.

This guy is ‘Ice Master’ Sorrou.

Woof-

The sword he held was dyed a deep yellow.

Thump thump!

On the other hand, blue ice crystals began to form.

“Hehehe.”

I felt the rough and sharp formless energy of the guy shooting at me, and raised the Night Sword diagonally.

“Come at me, you lunatic.”

* * *

Harts looked at the man in front of him.

It was a man with black smoke billowing out of him.

His face was covered in smoke, and only his eyes were visible through the acrid smoke that drifted about.

The eyes were as red as blood.

Just looking at him made me feel like he wasn’t in his right mind.

It’s like a devil crawling out of hell has descended to earth.

He was a very ominous person.

‘Are you from beyond the North Wall?’

I knew it was a place where people couldn’t live, but seeing that guy made me think maybe that wasn’t the case.

Since only demons can live here, I wonder if that guy is a demon.

No, maybe the devil has evolved into human form.

Living in such a harsh polar environment, with the blizzards blowing without rest, must have made him so insane.

‘That’s not it.’

Sorou countered.

‘If he really was a savage living in this snowy field, or a demon, he wouldn’t be able to speak.’

‘… … I see.’

Harts was convinced.

‘Besides, he clearly distinguished us. He even knew each of our names.’

‘Who is it?’

‘It’s hard to guess its identity. I can’t feel any mana.’

‘He’s not an ordinary guy.’

‘I agree.’

Whatever the direction, the two men’s thoughts came to one conclusion.

‘Anyway, there’s no change to the fact that he’s a dangerous guy.’

As he aimed his black sword, an ominous red energy surged from it.

It soon spread like fire, with pitch-black smoke flowing out softly from all over the body.

Soon, a crimson aura rose up over the man’s entire body.

It seems like the remaining acrid ashes and sparks are flying around mixed together.

‘What the heck is that… … .’

Sorou’s blue eyes narrowed.

It’s not even mana, but an aura spreads through the sword and spreads throughout the body.

It’s clearly visible, but I can’t figure out what it is.

I just can’t get the hang of it.

It feels like I’m groping around in the dark.

It was an ominous aura that he could not dare to define with the knowledge he had, and that he could not describe in words.

To the point where you can’t even consider them as the same human being.

Hearts smiled brightly at Sorou, who was looking confused.

‘That’s why you bookworms.’

‘what?’

‘What are you so embarrassed about? Do you think everything in the world is in a book? We’re not normal either, are we?’

‘……yes.’

Sorrow couldn’t help but laugh.

Because I couldn’t find any cases similar to theirs in any book.

‘What about the captain? What about your sister? What about Miho? What about Hurd? Are they people who can be defined by common sense in books?’

‘Stop. I know what you mean.’

‘Sometimes I feel sorry for you when I see you trapped in the curse of knowledge.’

‘shut up.’

‘Do you remember what your older sister said? All the common sense you’ve known so far is something that can be overturned overnight, and so knowledge is not something that you can capture, but rather a versatile tool that you can use as you wish.’

‘… … I haven’t forgotten.’

‘You mustn’t forget. You muttered it so much that I even memorized it.’

Hats and Sorou calmed their minds and prepared to pounce.

The sword held by Hearts was dyed a deep yellow.

Blue ice crystals began to form on Sorou’s hands.

At that moment, the bastard aimed his black sword.

“Come at me, you lunatic.”

Stop.

Hats and Sorou, who were about to rush in, froze at those words.

‘psychopath.’

In that moment, Hats and Sorou could smell a familiar scent in those words.

In an instant, all the things he had said flashed through my mind.

‘Get out, you psychopath.’

‘What are you looking at? You psychopath. Is this your first time seeing a handsome man?’

‘Hey, lunatic. Come out. This is a duel. Fold me in half.’

It was a phrase that I always said habitually whenever I spoke to myself.

‘psychopath.’

There was only one coward who would dare say such a crazy thing to himself.

‘Ashvan.’

But isn’t he already dead?

Didn’t you choose to commit suicide with the devil at the foggy cliff while trying to save a nameless country girl who was so weak?

At first, it was so unpleasant, but now I felt affection for it. Why are those familiar words coming out of that devilish man’s mouth?

It was something I had no idea about.

This was also something that wasn’t in the book.

When Hats and Sorou were hesitating at the unexpected words.

The bastard tilted his head and flicked his sword.

“Huh? Why aren’t you coming? Are you scared? Like a freak?”

“what?”

“I won’t kill you, so come in. I’ll just kick your butt a few times and then let you go.”

Quickly—

A vein appeared on his forehead.

I don’t know about anything else, but he was an incredible guy when it came to raising the dose.

To be able to inspire life with just a few words.

‘Whatever. You’ll find out if you beat me to the point of death.’

‘… … Right. Let’s try it first.’

Hats and Sorou rushed towards the unknown man.

His two eyes were tinted yellow and blue respectively.

Sorrow stretched out his glowing blue hand towards the man.

Card grab-

Sharp ice crystals flew towards the creature’s face.

Following this, Harts kicked the ground and fired a new weapon.

The speed was such that the movement became blurry for a moment.

It was their basic, habitual first attack.

Sprinkle ice to block the opponent’s vision while keeping them in check, and then use Hearts’ sword energy to slice through the opponent.

Simple, but difficult to deal with.

While the opponent is blocking the ice that suddenly flies at his face, Hearts’ sword can rush in and cut the opponent.

If you dodge, you can chase in that direction and continue the attack.

It was a safe and advantageous start that allowed you to take the initiative by moving one breath first regardless of how your opponent reacts.

But the guy just stood there and watched the sharp shards of ice fly towards him.

‘……what?’

Sorou felt uneasy.

His reaction was as if he knew this would happen.

As if he had expected this to happen.

Then, he tilted his head back slightly and dodged the ice magic with minimal movement.

“… … !”

‘It’s not a mistake.’

The attack… was read!

My gaze met the bastard’s ominous, bloodshot eyes.

The area except for the eyes was covered with something black and smoky, but for a moment it seemed like the thing was grinning.

Crap!

Sorou quickly told Hartz.

‘Get back!’

However, Harts, who had already rushed at the bastard, was about to slam the yellow aura he had created on his sword into the bastard.

‘What do you mean step back!’

It was not in his nature to get scared and retreat before even clashing swords.

Harts swung his sword diagonally from the lower right to the upper left.

It was just after I dodged the sharp ice shards in time.

From the opponent’s perspective, it will feel like the attacks are coming almost simultaneously.

The bastard was staring at Hearts’ sword, his head tilted to the side to avoid the ice magic ahead.

Then, at one moment, the bastard’s eyes lit up.

He slashed upward at the side of the flying sword.

Thud!

“… … !”

The sword was swung diagonally in the direction it was swung, causing the strike to deviate significantly from its original trajectory.

It was a work of soft yet rough, crafty yet sophisticated craftsmanship.

At first glance, it seemed like the sword was being roughly drawn.

Then he spun around in the direction he swung his sword and kicked.

It was a smooth movement that continued like flowing water.

Harts’ eyes widened at the unexpected counterattack.

“What?”

Sorou shouted.

‘damage!’

puck!

Hearts was kicked and sent flying.