The Hero Disciple Is Back - Chapter 111



110. He was a natural enemy

Something is strange.

Something went wrong.

The tyrant feels that sensation.

It’s like watching a cat several times bigger than you corner a mouse and still not finish it… . It’s like you’ve reached the point where it should be finished, but it doesn’t seem to end… . You started because they said you could reach the top in 3 hours, but after 5 hours, you still can’t see the top… .

Yes, that’s right.

‘Why doesn’t it end?’

It was a match that should have ended long ago.

Since he has taken out his ‘own world’

Because there is no way that the weak human body can endure it.

Therefore, this fight should have ended long ago. It is only natural. Just as metal rusts over time, so too do flower petals that once bloomed beautifully eventually turn the color of death and fall in vain… .

Surely the end time had to come.

That man should have rusted away long ago, if not turned to dust. It should have happened literally, not metaphorically.

Because ‘my world’ is exactly that kind of world.

“Coolook!”

The man stands up, spitting out blood as if his whole body is screaming. He looks as if he could collapse at any moment.

‘Don’t be fooled.’

Do you think I’ll fool you again?

I can’t tell how many minutes have passed since he just looked like he was going to collapse at any moment, but he kept swinging his sword, thinking, “I’ll finish him off now.” Every time he thought, “Did I hurt him?”, he would explode with power and fly or throw himself to avoid being killed, and he kept repeating this to survive.

The limit has long been exceeded.

‘No, I’ve already surpassed that cute level of problem.’

It was long past time to simply discuss the limitations of his talent. The limitations of a species and a life form should have long ago pronounced his end. But he still did not die. He looked as if he was definitely dying, but he was not actually dead.

As if he was adapting to his own world.

As if I was developing tolerance… .

【no way…?】

The tyrant looked in disbelief at the human man holding his sword before him without dying.

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My body feels strange.

Well, it’s natural that my body isn’t normal since I’m dying… but even taking that into account, my body was definitely in a strange state right now.

‘How is your heart still beating?’

It’s absurd that I even thought of this on my own, since I was prepared to die but didn’t really want to die… My current state was so strange that I could have such absurd thoughts. It was strange, bizarre, and bizarre.

‘It’s strange. What on earth is going on with my body?’

It was when I was about to lose my mind to such questions.

-Is that really that important?

-… … !

There was someone here who shouldn’t have been here.

-Baliq?

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-Isn’t that the mercenary king Balik, who is obviously my brother?

There is a story going around among mercenaries that when they are about to die, they sometimes have great visions. Since I have had many experiences where I was close to death… I thought I wouldn’t be surprised… but I couldn’t help but be surprised.

-you….

-You have such a serious face. Are you that shocked that I died? If that’s the case, I’m kind of happy. Hehe.

-… Is it okay to say something like that in this situation?

– Death is not a surprise to a mercenary. Besides, ‘I died fighting to protect the world.’ Isn’t that a huge luxury for a mercenary? So let’s not look so serious.

-… … .

-Besides, all kinds of guys are dying at this very moment. It wouldn’t be surprising if I were to die.

-You… have become a great adult.

The Mercenary King smiled happily at those words. At that moment, I could feel that it wasn’t just the Mercenary King here… .

-… I see. So the conclusion is that you want me to suffer until I die? Including you… ‘Everyone here?’

-Isn’t that the role and duty of those left behind?

-Really… .

-Isn’t that your specialty?

I don’t remember having any such special ability… .

But I couldn’t pretend not to know.

Because the one who left cannot speak. I know that it is natural for the one who is left behind to shoulder the burden… Pretending not to know was impossible.

-Yeah, I should carry it.

I have no freedom to speak weakly or think weakly. Freedom is not something that can come out of the mouth of someone who has duties and responsibilities.

At that moment

TEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

I came back to reality.

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TEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

‘Blocked?’

The tyrant was flustered. He had not just narrowly avoided the attack that could have ended it, but had completely blocked it. He had not held out. He had completely blocked it.

【…What on earth is going on in that weak human body?】

“Well… I don’t know what happened to my body, but I can tell you that I’m carrying a lot on my back.”

At that moment, it was clearly visible to the tyrant’s eyes.

From the light in his eyes to the energy flowing from him, he was a completely different person than he was just a moment ago.

Are you getting stronger?

No, it’s not at that level.

His very existence is now changing.

‘Carried it? Could it really have happened like that?’

The tyrant knew.

That means the warrior’s teacher is completely different from that of an ordinary human.

That meant that he had lived a life that was different from that of ordinary humans… . It also meant that he had lived a life on a different level from that of ordinary humans. That was why he had reached things that ordinary humans could not reach, wielded powers that could not be handled, and tried tenaciously to catch up with his sword. That was why he had taken out ‘his own world’ that he absolutely did not acknowledge and rejected. Because he had acknowledged him as a strong person, he could definitely end it… .

But at this very moment, the warrior’s master was enduring even ‘his own world’. No, he was trying to overcome it!

‘I knew he was strong. I knew that, but…! I never imagined this… .’

I had no choice but to realize it.

That’s also the case, the warrior’s master is a strong opponent that he acknowledges.

That’s why he could know.

The warrior’s teacher is not simply someone with unexpected strength.

Literally

It was essentially at odds with itself.

He was the strongest from the moment he was born. He was born that way so that he could not help but be the strongest. But he was different. He was weak, weak, weak. But he swung his sword, swung it, swung it again… and carried it on his back, and carried it on his back again… .

He has finally reached the realm of strength. He has reached it after endless patience and perseverance. Therefore, it is natural that the strength he possesses is different from his own, and it is not strange that he possesses a strength that is completely different from his own strength.

I was born strong from the beginning.

He started from the weak and reached the top.

So it was natural that the world he created was on a completely different level from his own world.

【After carrying it on your back and carrying it on your back, is your very existence ‘transforming’? Is that what your strength is?】

“I don’t know. Something like that.”

There was not the slightest sign of lying. It was as if he really did not know… No, it was as if he simply did not care about such things at all… As if the only thing that mattered was that he was still holding his sword and burning with the will to strike down the enemy before him… The warrior’s teacher simply stood with his blade sharp, his eyes burning.

“The only thing that’s certain is… If I end up failing to take you down, there will be plenty of people who will say something to me.”

【… … .】

It gives me goosebumps.

The tyrant had never felt such a feeling in his life. Except when he had personally witnessed the great heavens, it had never happened. It had never happened until now. But at this moment, it had become the past tense.

Because at this very moment, he felt a very distinct sensation of getting goosebumps.

‘Have you forgotten even your own death? You only have the will to defeat me? Is that possible for a living being?’

Just to defeat the enemy in front of him, he even forgot his own death… He only focused on the enemy in front of him. It might not seem like much. It might feel like anyone could do it. However, the king of the demon race who fought from birth until death knew.

That was nonsense. As a living being, it is natural for them to feel their own death as a tragedy and to have an instinctive aversion to it. The King was certain that even the Four Heavenly Kings, the Dark King, who were living beings but did not seem to be living beings, would instinctively feel aversion to such a moment.

It is natural to value the one and only life that we have as long as we have life. There is nothing strange about it. As you can see, no being is created to easily commit suicide, and no being evolves in that direction.

【I see. The reason I feel such a strong attraction to you isn’t simply because you’re strong… . Your very existence is a ‘natural enemy’ to me.】

They are natural enemies.

In the end, all he can do is rust away

Because in the end, the guy shouldered everything and succeeded in transforming himself.

They are essentially opposites, essentially natural enemies.

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I feel it.

The worries left behind by the lazy saint

The earnest wish left by the kind daughter

The strength left behind by a strong younger brother

The warmth left behind by the great elf mother

In addition to that, there are things I have carried with me throughout my life.

‘No… I thought it was my duty as a survivor and that I had to bear it… but it turns out I was actually being protected by them.’

The things I thought I had carried are now at this moment

Protect me at this moment

No, it was ‘transforming’.

If the tyrant was born with such an absurd hellish world from the beginning,

On the contrary, I

By all, by all, for all

At this very moment, ‘my world’ was being created.

“Lonely and lonely ruler.”

So, at this moment, I pronounce sentence.

And that will, by my will, no, by everyone’s will, burns to interfere with, infiltrate, and exclude the guy’s world. The world that was being created by everyone was influencing the guy’s world.

“I will make your world… hell… slash you all.”

My sword, filled with everyone’s will, was ablaze with blue flames. I could instinctively tell that the blue flames were manifested by my world that was being created.