Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 56



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It was deep in the mountains. My father, worried that his rising magic would be seen by others, began his usual training in a place where no one would come.

Because people instinctively dislike magic and because the method of cultivation is so manly, my father would let me play alone by the river when I was young and then start my cultivation.

It was when I was five years old. The sun was setting, and I was returning home after skipping water as I always did.

The child was small and could not see the sky. He discovered the burning house only after smelling the acrid smell of smoke.

I didn’t know English. I just ran and called out loud for Mom and Dad. It was my dying mother who answered.

A shallow wound from a sword.

As she was dying, Mother told her the whole story. She was practicing as usual. Father, who had some knowledge, was concentrating all his efforts on not letting his mother touch the demonic energy and not treating her harshly.

Deep in the mountains, no one has been here for years. That may be why they let their guard down.

A knight who sensed a magical energy came to visit. What he saw was a man with a magical energy flowing from his entire body raping a woman.

He immediately swung his sword. Father barely managed to push Mother away, but it was inevitable that scars would be engraved on his body.

At that moment, his patience, which had been exerting all his energy, ran out, and he rushed at the swordsman.

And then he died. His mother was sobbing. The swordsman who heard the whole story from his mother, who was screaming and spitting blood, could not become a complete swordsman.

He cut his mother. Humans are weak and feeble, so he cut her shallowly out of shameless guilt for killing a common man. Ironically, it only caused her more pain.

And he burned the house and ran away.

After saying that, my mother stroked my face one last time and then died.

The five-year-old girl had a hard time making up her mind. She just instinctively grabbed all the secrets her father had hidden away and ran.

There was a place my father often told me about. The sense of alertness that had dulled over the long five years once dominated all of my father’s thoughts.

The hiding place my father had made. As a child, I ran to the place he had made in case of an unexpected event, and spent several days sitting there in a daze.

A knight. I knew who that word referred to. I had learned to read and write, and in the stories of martial arts that my father often told, such heroes always appeared.

My father called the knight a hero. There was a deep longing hidden in his lonely smile.

Then, was my father killed by a hero? I couldn’t forget my mother’s words. The man who killed my husband and smiled proudly called himself the White Wing Swordsman.

All those who die to heroes and knights are villains. Is your father a villain? Your mother?

A hideout is not a place where a person can live a lifetime, much less a five-year-old child.

There was a wall clock and water, but I didn’t put my mouth on it. I just wanted to see my parents, and my resentment towards the person who killed them only grew stronger.

Emotions and feelings were mixed, but they did not fit. To see my parents, I had to kill, and to get revenge, I had to live.

The feeling of helplessness, helplessness, and overwhelming sadness – all of it weighed on me as a five-year-old.

As if a messenger of death coming to the soon-to-be-dead, the crow was hovering near the cave where he was hiding, when an unknown wind blew inside the cave where he was lying blankly, and a book that had been carelessly thrown down fluttered in the wind.

A bookshelf opened. In that brief moment, all that was visible was a single sentence.

[But we are not evil.]

The moment I saw that sentence, I forced my still body to move as if possessed by something and crawled to the book.

[The old master, Cheon Jin-hwan, was possessed by a spirit while practicing. However, paradoxically, the magical energy he gained from possessing a spirit led to further advancement in his accomplishments, and since then, most of the spiritual methods of the Jeol-yok Sect have become magical techniques.]

[However, we are not evil. Those who are swayed by desire cannot be called disciples of the gate of temperance.]

As soon as I read that, I got up from my seat, drank some water, and ate the beef jerky and dried radish that had been prepared for me.

I had to know. Why did my father die?

I had talent. I read all the secret methods of the scriptures. There were many secrets and tips for many desires, such as sleep, appetite, and sexual desire, and I understood them all.

Rather, it may have been possible because I was unaware of other people’s limitations.

Although he had that much talent and mastery, he had no desire or desire that touched his heart. The single-minded absorption method was to determine one desire and gain energy from it.

So, when I was thinking about it, it was written like this in the last chapter of the emergency report.

[The reason why we build up energy through the five desires and seven emotions is because it is a primal instinct that has existed since the beginning of life. That is why it is the most powerful.]

[However, even if you exclude these desires, if there is something that you have a strong desire for, that too will become a starting point for building up energy through the method of the Gate of Desire.]

Desire. Aspiration. What am I moving for?

Homeless, orphaned, the world seemed to have disappeared for me. Because it was empty, because everything was gone, I could see the one kernel contained within it.

Resentment.

The talent for martial arts that should have been quietly buried in the mountains immediately shone through.

Endless magic energy rose from my body. Using the resentment that was blooming in my heart as a spark, pouring oil into it, the black smoke called magic energy dominated my entire body and mind.

The emotions of a pure child were that pure and deep.

I didn’t know about the existence of Magi. Sometimes, I felt a strange stench and a repulsive feeling from my father after he finished his training. However, when I personally felt that existence inside my body, I was scared.

It was terrifying. Is this really how I feel? Those thoughts grew deeper and deeper, and I felt a deep sense of resentment and a deep sense of alienation that made me want to live.

The moment I thought, “This is an evil spirit!”, the world seemed to slow down.

The reason why the energy called Magi exists. The reason why that energy harms the life of all things in the world.

That’s because the magic energy came from those who had ‘collapsed’.

When a human gives up being human, when something that makes them up falls apart, this energy called magi is created.

A memory came to mind. When I was playing with my father by the river, I made pottery shapes out of clay and poured water into them.

The porcelain soon became punctured and crumbled. It was a simple memory, but I had that thought when I felt this magic that constantly disturbed my mind.

Father burst into a desire through this practice. That is why Father collapsed and the demonic energy was created.

I see. That’s why you feel so bad.

But the thought continued from there. Is that really evil? Isn’t it bad for a sword to kill a man it sees for the first time, and also to kill an innocent woman?

Magi feels bad. Something feels off. But isn’t that the case when you see shit, or when you see bugs, or when you see scary bandits passing by, or when you see a sword that kills people?

Is this evil? I shook my head. It is not wrong for the pottery to collapse. Surely, at that time, my father smiled and patted my head. The collapsed soil flowed back to the river and formed an ordinary floor.

At the age of five, I gained a profound insight. It was an insight that became the essence of my martial arts.

I say it is not evil. Then it is not evil.

Immediately, the nature of the magic changed. The resentment that had been surging up subsided, and only an unknown, spiritual energy filled my body.

That day, I created my danjeon at the age of five. And, my own new method of mind was created.

I don’t create magic by letting go of desire. I just think of a firm determination in my mind, and energy naturally blooms within it and spreads throughout my body.

The inhalation was not from natural energy, but from within my mind.

The firm determination in one’s heart is a resentment turned around.

I resented the world. I resented the man named Baekryeong Geomhyeop, my parents who died leaving me behind, and everything.

The world thought of magic and demons as evil. That was why they were wrong.

That’s why I don’t think about the world, I don’t care. Just me. I have nothing, so I just keep myself in my mind.

The determination I made at the age of five has continued to this day. It has not been distorted. No matter what it looks like, it is straight to me.

I spent six years alone. Perhaps because of the long history of the Jeolyokmun or because it was for my daughter’s education, I had many books, and after a few months, I went hunting alone.

I first entered the city at the age of eleven. It was for revenge. There was no need to ask questions. I already knew that my father and mother were not evil.

The feeling of revenge had faded. I just had to do it. That’s why I searched for a man named Baekryeong Geomhyeop.

It wasn’t easy. The man named Geomhyeop had finished his journey in the martial arts world six years ago and disappeared. A young girl of eleven years old. There were many who wanted to take aim.

No one touched the tip of my hair. I felt it then too.

The world is wrong and yet dirty.

After several months of searching, I finally found a man. He was a merchant. A middle-aged man. He was plump and had no flab on his hands. As soon as I entered his fish shop, he said,

I am the daughter of the parents you killed six years ago.

There was no particular emotion. The man, terrified, shivering, and nauseated, rushed forward in denial, and lost both arms in a single gesture.

I had already killed a person. I was indifferent to everyone else but myself, so it was no different from killing an animal for food.

Then, because he seemed to be going crazy, I cut off his ear as well. Then he came to his senses.

I knelt down. Without even thinking about stopping the bleeding, I apologized for my evil deeds.

I blamed myself endlessly, and after that I never picked up a sword again, I was wrong…

When I looked at the forehead and the back of the head that were pressed into the dirt, I felt no emotion.

Then a Taoist priest barged in. He seemed to already know me. It wasn’t unusual. He had been searching all over the place to find a man named Baekryeonggeomhyeop.

The old Taoist with a sword was the first formidable opponent he had ever encountered.

He subdued me and said, “Don’t you fear heaven? You will be punished by heaven.”

When he raised his sword for the last time, I fell down. Lying down, what I could see was not the sword rushing towards me, but the vast sky.

The sky was clear and the clouds were flowing leisurely. They were also huge and… endless.

I had not paid attention to the surrounding scenery for a long time. I said I resented the world, but the world was extremely narrow inside me. The places I lived were caves and small houses deep in the forest that burned down. When I was looking for Baekryeong Swordsman, I did not pay attention to anything around me.

How much more so if you have seen the sky?

The sword fell slowly, and only then did I realize the vastness of the sky, the breadth of the world. There are many people in this world who are stronger than me, stronger than my father, and above that, there is an even greater sky.

Does that sky decide everything? That huge being?

What is it that kills my parents? What is it that torments me like this?

The heavens are wrong. I am the only one who is right.

My martial arts, which are based on the secret method of the Jeolyokmun, are fueled by firm belief. At that time, my mind surpassed the heavens.