How to Live as an Immortal - Chapter 261
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How to Live Immortally Episode 261
261 No need to worry
“student?”
I didn’t ask because I thought the old man’s words were nonsense. It was just because there was no one I could really guess.
The number of people I’ve faced off against so far is in the hundreds. And that’s only from the Ryungyoung clan.
But how would one know who the old man is destined to be?
“Tae-yeop, you wouldn’t say you don’t know those two letters, would you?”
“iced coffee.”
The owner of RYJ Company and the culprit who kidnapped Croft to train a human. And a martial arts master who was thought to have lost his fighting skills. If we had come this far, the old man’s identity could have been easily deduced.
Isn’t this the person Tae-yeop was looking for, crying out for, even until the moment he died? That’s right―
“Are you the ambassador?”
“Yes, I am Wang Hoon-soo, the master of the windmill.”
“Just from the name, I can tell how he grew up.”
“Huh, you’re still acting so arrogant even after I revealed my identity. Well, you’ve only been in this industry for a short time. So you probably don’t know how scary the world is.”
As Wang Hoon-soo gestured, dozens of large figures appeared behind him. They were elite soldiers armed with prosthetic arms and legs and weapons.
The momentum was so sharp that even in the midst of a cold shower, the surroundings were heating up.
“The fact that you went to the trouble of following me, tracing back the traces I had erased, must mean that you are aware of the situation.”
“Yes, my disciple owes me a favor.”
“Then you should know. That he brought this on himself.”
“Are you trying to rationally explain the way a teacher should appease his student’s soul?”
Wang Hoon-soo, who was laughing hysterically, stroked his chin. He thought he knew where his confidence, which made him stiffly raise his head even when facing the ambassador of Yong-yeong, came from.
“Just in case, don’t use the nameplate of being a member of Baekdu as a shield.”
The fact that Snow White’s half-brother is Gaon is one of the facts that was discovered while researching Oramatic Bionics. The dull disciple didn’t know that either, so he jumped into the fire pit.
“Because it means nothing to me.”
“I had no intention of using it.”
“You’re being too pretentious. Well, considering your age, isn’t it natural for you to have such a bluff?”
Otherwise, wouldn’t that mean that he’s going to break through the situation purely with his skills? Against one of the great generals who is respected for restoring martial arts.
“You’re making the mistake of putting me on the same level as that guy just because he took care of the spring.”
As soon as Wang Hoon-soo rolled up his sleeves, a dragon scale sprouted from his forearm. It was the same shape as the unit that had been implanted into Tae-yeop. The scales, which compressed the air they sucked in and used it as a catalyst for propulsion, were so powerful that they could even swallow the storm that Arahan spewed out and use it as a springboard for acceleration.
It can be said that it is superior in terms of compatibility, but―
“Come, one hand is enough for someone like you.”
Wang Hoon-soo cut his strength in half as if it was natural. It was a confidence that only a martial artist who had reached a high level through martial arts could show.
“under.”
To Gaon, it was nothing but arrogance. For a moment, he felt pity for him.
“Now is your only chance to step down.”
“A debt can only be repaid with blood. So, as a debtor, don’t evade your responsibility as if you were some kind of great person. Unless you want to be humiliated even after death.”
Of course, Gaon was not a murderer who would indiscriminately slaughter people. If there was something to trade, he would give and take, and if there was something to give, he would think carefully before stepping down.
But whether it was Nicholas or Wang Hoon-soo, the frogs who acted like kings in the well never knew what compromise was.
“Why don’t guys like you listen when I tell you?”
“How stupid. Who would listen to the appeals of a weakling like you?”
As soon as Wang Hoon-soo closes his mouth, men rush in from all directions. The body he has completed after asceticism is filled with great strength. Dozens of them run like chariots, so it is only natural that the walls in the narrow alleys collapse and the road surface crumbles.
In the face of such suffocatingly thorough restraint, Gaon―
[Cheonsucheonan Bigi Baekilsu]
They pulled out the most shocking number.
A hundred attacks based on high-speed thinking. Speed became a meaningless concept because it took the initiative every time an attack and defense were made. And so, the one-hit-kill strategy arrived.
The men’s necks were broken before they could even stretch out their arms.
The picture was drawn as if they were jumping to their deaths, but they all gave their orders without even having time to show their shock on their faces.
“How dare you… … !”
Just as Wang Hoon-soo was expressing his anger at the fact that his martial arts skills, which he had honed throughout his life, had been leaked, Ga-on, who had arrived right in front of him, threw a punch.
Until then, Wang Hoon-soo had assumed that he could correct the wrong situation. However, his complacent judgment led to carelessness, and soon disaster struck.
[Cheonsucheonan Final Secret Cheonilsu]
That’s why the last desperate attempt that was made reflexively was destroyed in vain.
Gaon, who immediately realized that the response that Wang Hoon-soo had shown was a technique that was performed by ‘overlapping’ Baekil-soo ten times, divided one second into a thousand parts on the spot.
In an instant, a hundred choices are divided into even more detailed parts.
[Cheonsucheonan Final Secret Cheonilsu]
The two fists that were breaking down the wall of sound are moving forward heatedly, saying that even that is slow.
Boom!
A thousand battles continued every second. Even in the midst of tens of thousands of competitions, Gaon never slowed down and continued to strike with the momentum to solidify Wang Hoon Soo.
As the loud noise piled up became deafening, Wang Hoon-soo’s upper body began to fall backwards.
Even though his back almost touched the ground, he did not fall, and supported his entire body with only his waist to counterattack, but that was only for a moment—the sudden blow sent his head deep into the ground.
“Ugh… … .”
Gaon looked down at Wang Hoon-soo, who was clutching his arm as if it was going to break while spitting out a sound, and smiled bitterly.
“Isn’t the appeal of the weak quite useful? Oh, I didn’t even have to ask. Just look at them being moved to tears.”
“Cool, don’t show off when you’re the one who made a surprise attack while hiding your skills. If you’re completely attached, someone like you… … .”
Gaon hit Wang Hoon-soo on the bridge of his nose, as if he hadn’t come to his senses.
“So, what do you want to say before you die?”
“Ryung-young will not forget this grudge.”
Anyway, once they found out that the consultant was dead, they would come looking for him.
so-
“You don’t have to worry.”
He swung his arms like a carpenter who hammers nails.
Boom, boom, boom!
A power outage occurs in the area following the slamming fist. It wasn’t long before the limbs that had been moving around noisily as if having a seizure became limp.
It was a terrible, if not horrible, remark to be called an ambassador.
Of course, judging from the fact that he held out until the very end, his skills weren’t that low. If he had been determined from the beginning, he might have done well. However, since he didn’t know his opponent’s true nature, he had no choice but to pay the price.
“There is no difference between a disciple and a teacher.”
It was then that patrol drones flocked in, having detected an abnormality.
Gaon, with his hood up, activated his electronic ink and entered the streets.
Tonight was unusually long, as dawn was breaking over the horizon.
* * *
Larme, an eco-friendly restaurant I visited one day.
The second person I met in the private room there, John Titor, looked no different than last time. He was wearing a neatly tailored suit and a bowler hat. And he had a mustache that was grown without a single hair.
If someone who doesn’t know him sees him, they’ll probably think he’s an ordinary gentleman.
But Gaon, who knew that he didn’t know where to turn, couldn’t let his guard down.
“I didn’t think we would meet so soon. I guess I overlooked your skills.”
“I’m the type of person who can’t live in debt.”
Is that so? John, who had been giving an indifferent nod, clapped his hands playfully.
“With this, your debt is completely repaid. Congratulations.”
“Oh, thank you.”
“You don’t look very happy.”
“No problem solver likes to take on a request that is close to a dump.”
“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind next time.”
Gaon tried to ignore the answer that he couldn’t ignore. He was too busy paying attention to the dinner in front of him. However, as soon as he picked up his fork and knife, the topic changed.
“Okay, then I will give you back your memories.”
“I mean, memories.”
The magic word that makes your appetite disappear.
It was an unnecessary favor for Gaon, who had obtained information about the ark from the legacy left behind by Baek Seok-do, but he could not deceive himself into thinking that he had regained his lost memories.
Anyone who hears it will think it’s a coincidence and be suspicious.
This is an issue that needs to be addressed at least once, no matter what.
If that was the second guarantee, it wouldn’t be bad.
But that―
“You’re doing it here?”
“Then where do you do it?”
However splendid it was, it was just a single room. Without any equipment or tools.
“I’ve heard that humans need to prepare their hearts. Do you need it too?”
“I was talking about you. If you’re not going to break my head in like this, there has to be a proper place.”
“Oh, I see. I guess you were thinking of surgery. But that’s not the kind of primitive relief I’m trying to provide.”
What John, who had denied thousands of years of human history, took out was a hand. A clean, wrinkled hand. As I watched him quietly, wondering what he was going to do, a halo of light appeared above his palm.
A halo of light that is as bright as a star and burns quietly like a candle.
Gaon’s eyes were unknowingly captured by a familiar aura.
“… … .”
“This is called astral energy, and it is a result that clearly shows the civilization we have achieved. Through this, we have gained the power to overcome various difficulties in the material world.”
“Is it possible to swim through the Oort cloud naked?”
“Thanks to this.”
Indeed, it was a collection of pure energy without form or limit, just as John had declared.
On the Kardashev scale, it was level 4 or higher. Humanity was a second generation with a civilization several levels ahead.
Although it has been over 150 years since the first exchange, mankind has yet to confirm the origin or power of the Second.
It’s no wonder that their technology is so mysterious.
“You’re not trying to spy on my memories with that, are you?”
“I’m not interested. And this is an astral energy that is closer to the concept of regeneration or restoration. It’s more about returning it to its original state.”
Gaon looked at the halo of light that John had created, as it was a word that penetrated immortality. If it was to forcibly restore it as he said, then it was a supernatural ability—
‘Can you control it?’
It was an idea that came to me out of the blue, but I had a strong feeling that it might be possible. The ability that had reached stage 2 made it possible to control even the speed of regeneration at will.
“Then give it a try.”