The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over - Chapter 189



Memory

He swung his sword.

The pure white blade split the black world and opened a path, and the Sword of Good and Evil emitted a good light and cut through the gap of evil.

Silence came. Time began to flow slowly, as if the world had stopped. Dust, wind, waves, voices. Everything nearby seemed to belong to me.

A feeling I’ve only experienced once before, but it still feels unfamiliar, a strange sense of responsibility.

“Turning everything back….”

He said he would take responsibility for everything.

I could tell naturally.

The sword I swung to turn back now demands a very heavy responsibility from me.

That there is something left for me to remember for the rest of my life.

In the midst of the unfamiliar sensation, very old memories began to seep into my mind.

—-

I try to move my hands urgently.

Try brushing off the dust from the dry wall.

Faintly engraved words appear.

The passage seems to go on for a long time, but then breaks off in the middle.

My heart is getting impatient. My palms are moving more and more vigorously as I touch the wall, which is already covered in dust.

“what···.”

In the midst of all this, a lovely voice full of worry can be heard from behind.

“Are you looking for it so hard?”

My head is spinning.

A glossy, flowing strand of platinum-colored hair is visible.

You can see pure white skin, a slender neckline, and eyes as blue as the sea.

A face I know so well, my teacher. Daphne Iris.

Her voluptuous lips open once again.

“Berheim.”

The burden I had to shoulder was the memory of the primordial warrior, Berheim.

—-

The journey to find the missing words continued, and time also continued to pass quickly.

Moreover, my anxiety and impatience only grew.

“Why are you so obsessed with finding those strange letters?”

Daphne asked me like that.

“I can completely destroy that guy…”

I answered, thinking of the evil spirit, Bulginus.

“Because it’s the only clue.”

The passage I was desperately looking for, and still could not find, was the story of Bulginus written in Korean.

at last···.

I never found that clue.

—-

I didn’t find any clues, but the evil spirit found me.

The world covered in black swept over us, and we fought back by swinging our swords and conjuring magic.

My comrades, who had become precious beings, fought against the black army, shedding blood and tears.

So they opened the way for me.

A crimson road soaked with the blood of comrades and the tears of loved ones.

It took a lot of sacrifice for me to walk that path, and I had to lose a lot of things that were precious to me.

Kroong! Boom! Boom!

On the vast ground, hundreds of lightning bolts struck the ground in succession and in clusters.

“···.”

At the end of the thorny path, what was waiting for me was a huge door with a blue glow.

“The Gate of Destiny.”

The door I must open.

A must-do for everyone.

and.

“Just this moment···.”

A black flame as big as Mt. Taishan appears in front of the door, rippling and revealing its shape.

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“I waited and waited again.”

It was the original evil, the root of all sin.

“Bulgius···.”

It was an evil spirit.

—-

The battle with the evil god, Bulginus, was extremely terrible.

A field of vision filled only with sticky blackness.

A floor filled only with sticky sewage.

A space filled only with creepy screams.

In the realm of Bulginus, where the power of evil had arrived, my mana had lost its vitality, and the starlight I had created was only shining dimly.

Still.

Choaaah!

My sword… no, to be precise, the sword of Berheim was swung without rest.

‘crazy···.’

I am not Berheim now, but I can tell because I am Berheim too.

The movement of Berheim that I am currently doing and experiencing is not at a level that can be accepted with the mind.

Choaaah!

The two swords filled with lifeless mana ceaselessly cut through the black world.

Damn it!

Hurrruk!

The ice and flames created by the fading starlight constantly froze and melted all kinds of impure emotions and black filth.

It was amazing. The swordsmanship and movements that Berheim was showing now were on a level that was unbelievable even though I was seeing and feeling them directly.

The divine sword style that Berheim wields is incomparably more powerful than the divine sword style that I used to wield.

The starlight that Berheim created was faint, but it shone brighter than the starlight I created.

however.

“Keeeeeek!”

“Kwaaak!”

“Kihehehehehe!”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh···.”

“Black, black, black, black, black, black···.”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha···.”

All kinds of evil emotions that made strange sounds were constantly being reborn, no matter how much they were cut, and they were targeting Berheim’s body.

Choaaah.

Thud thud thud.

The black rain that came down, covering even the starlight, absorbed all life in the area and turned into filthy water.

Chorrrrrr!

On the black background where nothing could be seen, countless black magic poured down on Berheim.

‘This is···.’

I, who was not Berheim, could not help but be certain. The power of the imperfect evil god that I had personally experienced and the power of the evil god that Berheim was now facing were so different that it was impossible to even compare them.

Also, I could be sure.

‘I can’t win···.’

I could tell because it was Berheim. Berheim’s body was not normal right now. Not only were there holes all over his body, but his stamina, mana, and starlight were all at their limits.

‘But how···.’

I wonder if I can swing my sword like I do now without falling.

The regenerative powers that come with being blessed and chosen?

A swordsmanship that can be said to have reached the realm of a god?

A realm that far surpasses human limitations?

No. I was completely in sync with him, and I could tell through his thoughts.

‘will.’

The will of one who wants to take responsibility.

The will of one who wants to protect everything.

The will of one who wants to live.

He was overcoming everything with his will, that is, his mental strength.

So he swung his sword until the end.

—-

Time passed and passed again.

The warriors of the beginning shed blood and tears,

The evil spirit shed black flesh and feces.

Bam.

The primordial warrior dropped to one knee, staggering, and lowered his head, leaving his mangled sword stuck in the ground.

Swaaah.

The realm of evil that the evil god had spread out was disappearing with a faint sound.

-You and I···.

The evil spirit, who had lost his form and was left with only a faint voice, squeezed out the last of his power and conveyed his will to Berheim.

-I have not been able to protect anything, and I have not achieved anything.

“···.”

-However, your end is now, and my end has not yet been determined···.

“···.”

-It is my victory, foolish stranger.

With those words, the evil spirit disappeared without a trace.

“···.”

It took a long time before Berheim finally raised his head again.

The sky, where lightning struck continuously and black showers poured down, was now a shade of blue.

Between the pure white clouds, faint sunlight was shining down, and the ground that had been soaking wet with black sewage was regaining its vitality.

Berheim turned his head back with difficulty.

“···.”

There, instead of a road filled with blood and tears, there was a road made of dirt and grass.

“Ahh···.”

But Berheim could not be happy.

“Ahh···.”

Because, in the scenery I so desperately wanted, the sound I most desperately wanted was not heard.

Because I couldn’t feel a single bit of the life I was trying so hard to protect.

“Ahh···.”

Berheim turned his head again, wailing in pain.

A gate appeared, towering high enough to reach the sky.

The blue aura was still rippling through the large, circular door.

“···.”

Berheim rose and tried to head towards it.

If I open that door of destiny, I might be able to get what I want back. I’m holding on to that slim hope.

Iron Fist.

But he collapsed on the spot. His body was already incapable of moving.

One of his arms had been missing for a long time.

There were holes here and there in the body.

The blood that had been flowing out of the hole had dried and stuck to the skin.

“Ah, ahh···.”

Berheim realized that his body had long since lost its life. And yet, the only thing that allowed him to move and cry was the last consideration the world could give him.

“Ahh···.”

Realizing the inconvenient truth, he forced himself to hold on to his dizzying mind and started moving again.

He got up, walked, and fell to the floor repeatedly.

Unable to get up, he dragged himself and crawled toward the door.

That took a long time.

He was able to arrive at the gates of destiny that he had longed for.

“Ahh···.”

He raised his head with difficulty and reached out toward the door that was brimming with blue energy.

As his hand touched the door, the blue energy shimmered even more.

-Unfortunately, you···.

A disparate voice heard in the rippling space.

Berheim looked up and saw a man appearing in the blue aura.