The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over - Chapter 192



Memory (Complete)

-Tingle!

The sound of something breaking.

“K, kehahahahaha!”

The sound of evil spirits laughing loudly.

I didn’t understand what was happening.

If I just explode the starlight and mana, everything will be over.

It didn’t even take a second to do that.

“Ugh···!”

Crimson blood poured out from the corner of his mouth.

-Gulp.

Bloody tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and black blood flowed out from all the small wounds he had.

-Thud!

I collapsed and buried my face in the sticky, black slop.

“···!”

The unspeakable pain that surged through my entire body like a tidal wave, the pain that felt like my cells were being torn apart. I couldn’t even scream.

“K, keuh, keuhheuheuuk···!”

The evil spirit laughed, even shedding black tears.

-Bam.

He pulled out the Holy Sword and the Sword of Good and Evil that were stuck in his chest, threw them on the floor, and came towards me.

“K, keu-keu-keu. Have you ever thought about it? A contract, why would I accept that unfair contract you saw in your old memories? Phew, phuh-heuh-heu···.”

Bulginus crouched down in front of me, who had fallen, looking genuinely delighted.

“In fact, time has been on Yeo’s side for a very long time. Even without the contract, Yeo would have been resurrected and Yeo’s wish would have been fulfilled. However, Yeo accepted the contract that you foolishly offered in the past. Why was that? It was a contract that was only beneficial to you, anyone could see.”

Knock, knock.

Fingers as cold as ice pound my chest.

“It’s because of this bowl.”

It’s so painful that I can’t even think about the b*stard’s mutterings.

“The only condition I gave to Yeo-ga Libra was that I would give the fate of the vessel to you who would return one day. If you had not accepted this condition before, Yeo would never have accepted the contract.”

“Even though you knew that the owner of this vessel was Yeo, you foolishly accepted the conditions Yeo set for you. Why did you do that?”

“It must have been because you desperately wanted it. If you had just passed through the door helplessly without doing anything, the end of this world and the woman you loved would have been nothing but a tragedy that could not even be filled with blood or tears. It had to be that way.”

-Swish!

He grabbed me by the neck and lifted me up.

“I knew better than anyone that I could have broken your bowl whenever I wanted to.”

“Ugh···.”

“The contract with you was a kind of play for me. I wanted to savor the sight of your once proud and arrogant face now crying out in fear and pain. I looked forward to this moment again and again!”

The corners of the devil’s mouth that had been raised are strangely torn.

In my increasingly blurred vision, the b*stard’s gaping mouth approaches me.

My consciousness is fading. My body is trembling and saggy. My whole body is consumed by the helplessness of not being able to do anything.

‘It’s all over.’

It was at that moment when I was about to give up.

-Flash!

A pillar of light fell from the sky.

-Whoaaah!

The arm of the evil spirit that was grabbing my neck was cut off.

Wow.

Someone held me in their arms.

A familiar scent tickles my nose.

The familiar platinum blonde hair sways.

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‘Master···.’

Through my blurred vision, I can see my teacher’s complex expression.

The emotions of regret, longing, and pain seen in those tearful eyes gnaw at my insides.

“Camel. Please···.”

After continuing to talk, the teacher immediately threw me far away.

The body, which had been separated from the strange flying object, began to plummet straight into the sea.

“dad···!”

My consciousness sank into the abyss as I heard Tweetie’s voice in my ear.

—-

The evil spirit was mad.

“K, keuh, kehahahaha!”

I find it amusing that Daphne, a human being who stands firm while glaring at me with her sword in hand, even though she has become a rag.

“This is really, really funny···!”

Because it’s so ridiculous that an uncivilized being has prepared something in such a short period of 1,000 years.

“And how impudent!”

A little time, a sliver of possibility, such trivial things, I’m willing to sacrifice myself, because humans who argue and fight over contracts are so similar.

“That contract.”

Above all, he was very fond of amusements to enjoy before the Last Supper.

“Don’t accept it.”

The evil spirit approached Daphne, laughing.

—-

“Disciple, look over there.”

Malik whispered quietly to Rose.

“Everyone is overcoming it.”

Rose’s eyes followed Malik’s gaze.

“The swordsmen, porters, archmages, and crusaders of this era are earning their keep, unlike their friends from my era.”

Jan and Darren, Dian and Michelan had each conquered the sins of sloth, anger and jealousy.

Malik’s gaze turned elsewhere.

“Your disciple’s friends are also doing their share sufficiently.”

Rose followed his gaze and saw Sage and Daisy in her eyes.

They each dealt with their own sins and sat down, exhausted.

Malik’s gaze shifted once again.

“The rookie warrior friend has proven that he is a warrior.”

There he saw Fran, holding her sword in the chest of a fallen warrior.

“But my beloved disciple···.”

Malik whispered in a bitter voice.

“I couldn’t overcome it.”

-Poohak!

Malik said, pulling out his black sword that was embedded in Rose’s shoulder.

-dump.

“Huh, huheugh··· Why··· Why on earth···?”

Rose, who had collapsed in pain, muttered as she looked at Malik, who was looking down at her with a complicated expression.

Why did it turn out like that?

Why don’t you kill yourself now?

“I don’t know either. Is it fate playing tricks on me, or am I just unlucky or good? I really don’t know. The only good thing is that···”

Malik shrugged and looked at the strange flying object still floating in the sky.

“I guess today I can step down without harming my disciple.”

Malik let out a deep sigh and knelt down in front of Rose.

“Disciple, if I see you again next time, I won’t be the same person I am now.”

“···.”

Then he carefully stroked Rose’s messy red hair.

“So, don’t forget any of the things I showed you today, remember them, learn them, and work hard.”

-Kwakwakwang!

Then, a series of loud explosions are heard from the air.

Rose’s and Malik’s gazes, which were becoming increasingly blurred, lingered in space for a moment.

“···It seems like we are less tragic than them.”

Malik looked at the blue line drawn towards the floor and stood up from his seat, speaking bitterly.

“Let me just say one more thing···.”

“No matter how incompetent you are, when someone precious to you is in pain….”

Malik turned around and spoke with a pitiful air for some reason.

“When you can, please hold that trembling hand tightly. No matter how scared you are. Well, I… couldn’t do it. Please, disciple….”

I hope you love without regrets.

With those words, Malik disappeared from Rose’s sight, and Rose fell unconscious.

—-

Mort looked at the sword stuck in his chest and smirked.

“It’s splendid.”

A sword beautifully permeated with pure white starlight.

The starlight, a symbol of the warrior, was once his own.

Even as he felt the starlight slowly taking away his life, Mort was able to smile brighter than ever.

“You’re a rookie. You’re just as lacking as me, but you’re not the main character of this era…”

Mort spoke in a cheerful tone, looking into Fran’s eyes, which looked for some reason sorrowful.

“Unlike me… you are a true warrior.”

“Morte, you were definitely a warrior too.”

Fran bowed her head and spoke in a polite tone while still bowing her head.

An attitude that does not necessarily have to be taken toward sin.

But there was a clear reason for Fran’s attitude.

“···Thank you.”

Because I felt it clearly.

Inspector Fran felt desperate as he exchanged swords with Inspector Mort.

That this author, a warrior of the previous generation, does not want to kill himself.

Mort tried to show everything he had learned.

As if he was telling me to prove my worth even if it meant stealing everything from him.

“Please, you guy···.”

As expected.

Mort was humming with a more peaceful expression than ever.

“I hope you don’t get caught up in yourself and don’t lose yourself.”

“···yes.”

“A warrior… no matter what anyone says, no matter how much he falls, he must remain a warrior….”

Cool…!

Mort, who had been spitting out black blood, looked up at the sky and said.

“···good.”

“That is···.”

Fran’s eyes, looking up at the sky following Mort, wavered.

“Go and do your part. And from now on···.”

Mort slowly closed his eyes and recited his last words.

“Never forget that you are a warrior, and prove it constantly.”

With those words, the fallen warrior turned to black ash and scattered into the air.

—-

– [Vessel of Sin] As the trait is removed, the correction effect and penalty disappear.

-[Old Contract] Quest is in progress.