Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 55



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Yongwoon opened and closed his mouth. It was difficult for him to speak.

What should I say?

What is that bead? What happened during the Cheon-gwang-dae? What is it like now? What is its realm like?

Why did you only appear before me now?

There was so much to say that it was all stuck in my throat. My mouth was the only hole I had, and it was too small to let it all out.

The first to smile was Cheonma. That faint smile that had not faded from my memory. A faint smile beneath extremely dry eyes blossomed on a new face.

“I don’t think you had that kind of expression when we first met. You’ve become much more gentle. Is it because our souls are mingling?”

“What the heck.”

“You probably have a lot to say. You probably have a lot of questions.”

The Heavenly Horse wearing silk clothes did not look like a warrior at all. In his previous life, when he was a demon, the Heavenly Horse did not wear fancy clothes. Of course, his appearance and overwhelming presence covered it up, but not now.

She spun around. That alone made her look like an ordinary princess, but Yongwoon knew that it was nothing more than a shell.

No… that’s not it.

“You too, your expression is a little…”

“Did you notice?”

It was a faint smile. No, it had become a little darker. That was all, but Yong-un, no, Ma-i-gen, who had been watching Cheon-ma, was more surprised by that deepened smile than anything else.

Cheonma looked at my hand. It was a white, slender hand without any calluses, truly a delicate hand.

“I thought that mixing any color with black would be meaningless, but I tried anyway. In the end, it did mix.”

“Does that mean you haven’t learned martial arts?”

“I didn’t learn it. I just didn’t necessarily shake off what I already had.”

Well then, that’s right. Even Yongwoon was able to wipe out a whole sect without any training.

Moreover, if it is a Heavenly Horse, even if you only train in your imagination, you will probably be able to easily defeat a hundred great masters.

“So, how do you feel? How does it feel to be living the life you’ve always wanted?”

“…You can’t even say it’s bad in empty words.”

It was the unmanned life I had longed for. The realm was still weak and the sky was high, but I was walking steadily.

I knew that I had conquered the silence that seemed like a star in the distance and that the heavens were full of heaven above, but the only emotions that filled my heart were excitement and thrill.

Looking at that Yongun, Cheonma said.

“It will gradually become more difficult. The realm of the non-martialer cannot be the same as that of the martial artist, and the subsequent stages will be something that even the demonic has never experienced before.”

“embrace.”

“They’ll kill a lot of people. That’s the kind of place the world of martial arts is.”

“Come now.”

“Is that the life you want?”

“of course.”

“Okay then. I guess I made a good choice.”

Cheonma nodded and passed Yongwoon and headed out the door. Yongwoon laughed.

“Did you just come here to check?”

“Of course. Do you need anything else?”

“many.”

There was much to be gained from Cheonma. There was much to be asked. Many questions lingered in Yongwoon’s mouth, and one came out.

“What is your name?”

The skin of the Cheonma, dressed in pink silk, exuded a fragrance. Her beautiful skin was lightly made up, her hair was shiny, and at the end of it was a dagger.

Cheonma’s smile did not disappear.

“What name do you want?”

“Your desired name.”

“My name is…”

Cheonma, who had been closing his eyes for a moment, smiled faintly. It was Gyu-su’s mischievous smile, as if he had just remembered a funny joke.

“If you beat me, let me know.”

her.

“I?”

“Since I’m here, shouldn’t I go all the way to the highest place?”

Yongwoon, who was speechless for a moment, smiled. What was in his eyes was not despair or anything like that, but clear confidence. Cheonma’s smile deepened.

“Isn’t there any need to wait?”

Yongun’s new form disappeared. It reappeared in front of Cheonma. He threw a sword.

The collar of the horse’s clothes fluttered.

The world stopped.

“…The reason I chose you.”

In a world that had stopped, or rather, a world that had become extremely slow, only the mouth of the Heavenly Horse was moving at an appropriate speed. Her eyes, which contained the sky and the universe above, were extremely deep and sparkling.

“I felt a sense of gratitude for the treatment you gave me, and a sense of indebtedness for the humiliation you would endure in the future, but it was also because your eyes were completely different from mine.”

Only Yongun’s consciousness followed the speed.

“The fire in your eyes. I was fascinated by that fire, and curious about it, as it grew bigger and bigger to protect my brilliance and my life.”

It wasn’t visible. No, it was as if he had actually made a move. Yongwoon’s hand stopped.

“I wondered if the fire would burn just as well on new logs.”

Yongwoon’s eyes were fixed. However, he thought to himself. What is that feeling? Cheonma nodded as if he understood.

“You’ve been doing well. No, you’ve become even more active.”

Whoosh- It felt like the wind was blowing. Or was it the wind? All I could tell was that as the wind enveloped Yongwoon’s body, Yongwoon’s consciousness slowly faded away.

The last thing the closing eyes contained was a smile.

“See you again.”

**

My eyes opened. My senses surged in. The pungent smell of the warehouse dust, the bugs scurrying around me, and the cold air.

It was night.

Yongwoon got up, dusting off his head. He blinked for a moment.

It seemed like a dream. Only it wasn’t a dream because the place he woke up was clearly a warehouse.

and.

“her.”

A book was in Yongwoon’s hands. It was a book written on plain paper, without a title. It was obvious who had given it to him.

‘What book is it?’

There was no reason not to resolve this question immediately.

Spread out.

[I am —.]

The name was written on it. However, perhaps it was a prank, or the part where the name was written was burnt out and no longer visible.

[I was called the Heavenly Demon, and the Demon Lord. Many titles were given to me, but the word “Demon” was included in all of them.]

The first page had only three sentences. The last sentence was extremely short, but it was enough to make Yongwoon’s heart flutter.

[This is the story of my origins, and the secret of my martial arts.]

**

What is a devil?

Devil (惡魔), devil (魔鬼). Humans have labeled all things evil and wicked as devil (魔). I have never been able to find out whether there are devils or devils, but in the end, devils have always existed in the world.

The reason why the energy called ‘Magi’ (魔氣) is called that is because the bodies of those touched by that energy would rot and turn as if they were poisoned, and most of those who exuded Magic Energy (魔氣) lost their senses and acted like evil spirits.

So then, is the devil evil?

The sword kills people. The sword was created solely for the purpose of killing life, and the same goes for axes and bows.

They have spilled more blood on the ground than mine, and they are the weapons of murder that have always existed in the human world.

So are they evil?

A sword in the hands of a swordsman saves people by killing them, and a sword in the hands of an evildoer kills the people.

It was the same with the existence called Magi. After all, Magi is an energy created solely by humans, and only humans possess it.

However, the reason why magic, mines, and magic are rejected is because human nature feels a sense of repulsion towards them.

Why is that? That was the question I had when I was young.

My father was a mine.

Not all beings with magical power possess magical energy. There are those that are called magical energy because their power is terrible, their training methods are strange, or their side effects are severe. However, my father was definitely a demon with magical energy.

A warrior who has mastered magic is called a mine. My father’s school was a magical school called the Jeol-yok-mun (節慾門).

The Gate of Desire. I don’t know if anyone has heard of that name. I never even thought about finding out.

However, I knew the martial arts of the Jeolyokmun. It was because my father had inherited their Dansimheupkisimbeop (斷心吸氣心法).

The method of practicing the Gate of Desire was simple. One had to choose one of the seven emotions, recite the corresponding verse, and apply the mind method. Then, an endless desire would arise and magical energy would surge within the body.

Desire draws out magic, and magic draws out desire. The two polar energies that burn as they ignite each other, the Gate of Desire gained internal energy by restraining itself with reason at the last moment.

If you are not able to control yourself, you will become a psychopath, a madman, or a beast.

My father was a man who built up his internal energy through lust among the sects of self-denial. However, for some reason, the sect of self-denial was destroyed, and my father was the only successor to the sect of self-denial.

Although my father succeeded in preserving all of the methods of single-minded absorption of the five desires and seven emotions in a book, he did not create a new method of self-denial or learn any other methods.

It was a practical reason. I knew my place.

He didn’t even teach me martial arts. Unlike other schools, you had to be an adult to enter the Jeolyok School. This was because you had to control your desires.

However, my father probably never taught me the secret method in his entire life.

Again, is the devil evil?

My father used to tell me that originally, the existence of austerity was something that high-ranking Buddhist monks or Taoists who practiced Zen. The Zen sect was originally Zen, but at some point it became a sect of magic, and because the magic energy flowed out of the body, it was inevitably rejected.

One of my father’s points of pride was that he never became a lustful person.

After the destruction of the clan, the mother rescued her father from the river as he was running away. The mother and father, who had been living as slash-and-burn farmers, fell in love and had a wedding ceremony that no one else would attend.

Although it is said to suppress lust, it is not something that must be endured unconditionally. A momentary release is also one of the rites contained in the mind’s law.

Mother willingly became Father’s training partner. Even though the magical energy emanating from the Single-Hearted Breathing Technique was creepy, and even though the lustful man had no interest in her, Mother held Father in Her arms.

It was a love of the utmost sincerity. They cherished each other, and in this way, my father built up his own inner strength.

Is the devil evil? A couple and a child who went deep into the mountains to avoid the eyes of others met with a tragedy, as is the case with most stories about martial arts.

The name of the tragedy was Hyeopgaek (俠客).