Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 57



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“her.”

Can you think that you have surpassed the sky with your mind? It might be possible. After all, she was a woman who didn’t know what ‘normal’ was in the first place.

A child with endless talent became the best when combined with the right amount of experience and environment. It felt like a distorted harmony of three beats.

But what if it was distorted? That’s how you made the best in the world. Yongwoon finished reading.

**

Revenge was successful. The only thing that felt different was my completeness as a being. This thought grew as I grew older and learned more about the world.

The world is wrong. As I traveled around the world and saw countless sights, that thought became more solid and made me stronger.

I saw a man called Mine taking care of the people. The one who killed him was, as expected, a swordsman.

I saw those who called themselves the righteous and the brave oppressing and ridiculing the weak.

I saw a Taoist priest going to a temple to take young women, and a man of great power enjoying sexual relations and buying slaves.

I have seen the name of those who take care of the smelly sick and homeless people without any compensation attached to their name, and the name of those who treat only the children of the prestigious families attached to their name.

I saw the nickname of a man who covered his entire body in blood for his family get attached to it. I saw them become martial arts masters.

The world was full of filth.

But even so, there were beings that shone. One day, I was surrounded by bandits. They were like insects that rushed to fire, targeting women walking alone.

At that moment, a young Taoist priest intercepted them. The man with the sword, despite his humble skill, rushed to save me.

It was only when he was on the verge of death that he stepped forward. With each step, their bodies burst open like insects.

The man laughed in vain. I told him everything I had seen. A person who gave his life for a complete stranger. But surprisingly, he just smiled sadly as if he knew everything.

[Yeosimheok-eon Dangsowicheondo Shiyabiya (余甚惑焉) What is called the way of heaven is right and wrong. I also do not understand the right and wrong of the way of heaven.]

He said so.

[However, unlike the indifference of the heavens, I hold a sword in my hand, and even now the weak are crying out in pain, so shouldn’t we take action?]

He said that and disappeared. Looking at him like that, I began to question the necessity of my existence.

I took revenge on my parents. I know that the world is wrong. So, should I continue to exist in this world? Why should I remain in this world?

I have no sense of duty or resentment toward the world. I know there are people suffering, but I am tired.

I lived my whole life with the will to kill. If I killed one, three would come running, and if I killed three, ten would come running.

If I kill one bad guy and a good guy comes looking for revenge, what should I do?

There are no people who are completely good. There are also few who are completely evil. Good actions sometimes bring about evil, and evil deeds sometimes bring about good.

It’s a chaotic world.

Is there any reason to live with such contradictions?

I stayed in the mountains and continued to practice while pondering such questions. I agonized alone, but no answers came.

That’s why I went to the shaman. I wanted to meet the most famous person.

The old man sighed as he looked at me. He acted as if he knew everything, even though I had suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He told me that I had ceased to be human. That I had turned my back on the world, that I had lost the ability to see beauty, that I had lost my soul.

I wasn’t particularly impressed. We had a short conversation and I asked him questions about his perception of the world and my future.

His answer was no different from the Taoist before. Correcting righteousness and living for harmony. Even if the world is dirty, that dirtiness comes only from humans, so only humans can correct it.

As for my future, he suggested that I live a life similar to his. If I knew that the world was wrong, if I knew that there were people suffering, why not live for them?

Suddenly, I had this thought. Could I solve the world’s suffering and injustice alone?

Most of the suffering in the world comes from the world itself, from human nature.

Even if I die, humans will continue to exist, and even if I stop it, evil will eventually emerge again.

but.

Killing all humans. That seemed the only thing possible.

As soon as he said that, the sword was swung.

It was a surprise attack. A surprise attack by the best prosecutor in the non-partisan faction. I didn’t feel any anger or anything like that. It was because I could feel his emotions just by the unity.

That blow, which cost me all my honor and pride, was instead filled with desperation.

It didn’t take long for him to wield his sword. Soon, he gave up.

He asked if I was really going to do as he said. I shook my head. I said I was still thinking about it.

He apologized while accepting the lottery. He said he had no regrets about his actions and that he believed they were right, but that he had done something wrong and would be punished.

Then he gave me two beads. He didn’t tell me their origin. Instead, he told me the mystery.

It was said to be a bead that would give me memories of my previous life in my new life, the next life.

It may be too late for this life, but if such memories come back in the next life, in someone else’s life, what would it be like to make a judgment then?

He gave up swinging his sword at me, but he still wanted to stop me.

Even though he was acting so shamefully, his eyes were so clear, so I nodded and left Mt. Wudang.

The rumor spread. The whole Central Plains knew about me, and the demons followed me. The reason I used magic was because it was easier and more powerful, but the world recognized me as a demon and called me Cheonma.

It was funny. It was just that I didn’t deny it when I turned my back on the sky.

I saw many mines. And I was able to realize a little. My father was a mine, but he was not a mine. There was a reason why the swordsman swung his sword.

Every action has consequences. Even the smallest movement can have the same impact as a typhoon.

Those who follow me are created, and those who seek to kill me are created.

What should I do? I could have run away. The reason the leader of the shaman faction swung his sword right away was because he also knew that if I took a little more time, no one would be able to stop me.

What should I do? I decided to respect the offer of the man called Swordsman, and the humans who came out to kill me.

That’s how I met them first. Was it Kunlun? The martial arts of those who reached the end were indeed particularly strong. I also received a serious wound for the first time from the combined attack of the three.

The pain was strange. There was confusion in their eyes. Two of the gritting teeth wanted to die with me, but the strongest one, the middle-aged man with the sword, still had his mind set on it.

That’s why they couldn’t kill each other.

I can die whenever I want. But… I didn’t want to die so meaninglessly.

Also, I decided to try something a little bit. To ‘clean up’ the world.

Those who worship me and call themselves the Cheonmasingyo. Among them, there were those who could definitely be called evil.

I wanted to give them a chance to clean up. And then I met you.

I heard the name, but I didn’t feel anything. Because I didn’t feel anything to begin with. That was until those who said they would follow me without permission brought you before me without permission.

Your eyes were so different from mine.

Life. You were the one whose will to live burned brighter than anyone else’s.

I once asked you, why are you so upset? You laughed and said, Is it strange for a person to want to live?

You too are asking me for help to survive. It was presumptuous. That’s why I laughed and decided.

I will die. And so will you.

There were two marbles. Probably to delay the time. But I gave them to you.

Me, who has lost life, and you, who wants to connect life. Wouldn’t that be fun?

I haven’t decided yet. The new world and emotions are indeed fun and mysterious. I just haven’t decided yet.

What kind of life do I want? No, what decisions will I make?

I don’t care if you call me a madman. I don’t expect any understanding.

The reason I am giving you this book is also because of interest. There is no grand reason. You are flying high. You are enjoying life right in front of others while receiving attention.

What kind of life do you want? I want you to beat me and tell me the answer.

**

Magic energy surged from Yongun’s body.

There was no such thing as a secret. It was the martial arts secret of someone who had completely broken the laws of the world. The life she described, the meaning contained within it, became divine skills and the secret method.

Magi is not biased towards one desire. The five desires, the seven emotions, and other various desires all powerfully burst out from Yongwoon’s body.

ah.

As all desires took over the body, reason faded away. The boiling emotions were so pure and dirty.

Did I really want to be a nobody? Or did I just want to live with the approval of others?

The desire that consumes his head inflates his magic, and magic fuels such desire. Even the whites of Yongwoon’s eyes turned black.

Meanwhile, Yongwoon sat cross-legged.

Do I want it?

“That’s stupid.”

He gritted his teeth. If he had wanted empathy and recognition and all that stuff, he would not have been given the nickname of Demon Doctor. He would have thought of his own safety thoroughly like a member of the Meng Dog Group, not bothering to make any favors, and quietly lived as the best doctor in the world.

Why have you lived so tenaciously? Why have you studied medicine and lived so proudly, with so much blood on your hands?

His confused reason and nature pushed him back to the past. The very beginning, when he first encountered medicine.

I lost my parents. I was sad. But I had to live. That’s how I became a herbalist.

I stumbled. I fell hard, lost consciousness, fainted, and opened my eyes. In the deep mountains where there was no one, the only thing that greeted me was the indifferent sun.

With all the pain and suffering, only one emotion dominated his mind: he wanted to live.

He was lucky. The congressman found him and treated him. The congressman asked for a bribe for the treatment.

The thought of wanting to live dominated my mind. I wanted to learn medicine. I said, “Okay.”

I had talent. That’s how I became a doctor, and because I had talent, I wanted more. I enjoyed treating patients. Even if I didn’t have talent – I saw the same will to live in their eyes. I wanted to protect the hope in their eyes.

One day, a patient came in. He was a martial artist. As usual, I tried to treat him, but a group of people barged in with him.

They wanted to make him a semi-cripple, so that he would be crippled for the rest of his life, but only enough to keep him from dying.

I rebelled. I saw blood. I trembled – I complied with their demands. In that humiliating moment, I suddenly felt it.

Is this life? Is this really the life I have been longing for?

From then on, I didn’t care about water or fire. I jumped into all kinds of dangers, risked my life, and personally dissected the bodies of evildoers. I went crazy.

Even then, I was young. I thought that if I became the best in the world in medicine, I would be able to live a proper life.

No. I knew this as I was dying, looking at the Heavenly Horse. No matter how advanced the medical skills were, they were meaningless. In the end, it was martial arts that determined a person’s life and death.

What I wanted, the life I’m talking about, is a life where I can do anything. A life of freedom. A life where I can do anything and no one can threaten me.

The easiest way to gain freedom in this dirty world is through strength. That’s why I learn martial arts.

The best in the world.

A grandiose will that becomes an attitude? I don’t have a sword, a Taegeuk, a Pacheon, or anything like that. I don’t need it.

All I want is one thing, freedom.

When I overcome my environment, the external mirror appears, and when I overcome the external mirror, the Samhwachwijeong appears. From now on, every time I overcome a wall, there will be super experts who try to kill me.

The world of martial arts and martial arts was such a place. In such a place, to gain true freedom, you had to become the best.

For freedom, you need strength. For strength, you need martial arts. That’s all.

That was all there was to it.

The nature of the magic changed. The strange energy that was gushing out and shaking the warehouse changed to a blue color and was sucked into his body, and Yongwoon’s eyes once again emitted a mysterious light.

The martial arts of Cheonma became his.