The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over - Chapter 144

144 – Hero of the Beginning, Fallen Hero

My mind is complicated. Everything is questionable.

How does this guy know Master?

What does it mean to be the same person you used to be, bound by an old contract?

Even if I tried to dismiss it as bullsh*t, I couldn’t do it. Who was the real owner of that look that looked exactly like me?

-“Black hair, red eyes. To the point of trying to escape from a predetermined fate…”

Suddenly, on the first day of my possession, the words my teacher muttered while looking at me on the day I opened my mouth to survive come to mind.

-“They look a lot alike. Is this really a coincidence?”

Malik was like that too. They said it was so f*cking similar, that it made me feel unlucky.

Suddenly I have that thought.

The coincidence that became the priest’s kite,

Maybe it was an inevitable fate.

My mind, which was already complicated, became even more chaotic.

My heart is beating wildly, and my breathing is becoming increasingly difficult. It feels as if the accident is not operating normally.

In the meantime.

The jet black blade and the sword body imbued with pure white starlight continue to meet.

Quaaang!

A huge shock wave spreads far into the distance in a circular shape, raising a thick layer of dust on the frozen and thawed ground.

“Whoa…”

I look around at the surroundings, which have become a complete chaos, and try to catch my breath.

From a distance, you can see Duran, who is struggling to hold on, and Sword Seong, who is fidgeting while holding on to the handle of his sword. It looks like he’s wondering when to come out.

Helpfully.

I shook my head and conveyed my intention to the Sword Saint. It’s still okay, so there’s no need to intervene.

“Amazing. “I can’t believe you can still show that kind of composure.”

To me, Mort raised his sword and said something in a relaxed tone.

“Don’t worry. “After you, they will be the next ones.”

“···Where will the soon-to-be-turned-guy discuss what’s next?”

“I know that your mana is fading like a candle on the edge of a cliff, but you are still arrogant.”

“Don’t be a jerk, just attack me.”

Tsk.

He spat out the blood that came up from within and filled his mouth and raised his sword.

“Okay, let me teach you, who doesn’t even realize that you’re being pushed out by me.”

Then Mort also began to take his stance, raising his sword.

Gulp, dry saliva is swallowed.

It’s frustrating, but what Mort said wasn’t completely wrong.

‘What on earth has that body become?’

Although it is weak, is it deceiving the scales and overpowering this body, which has been overflowing with mana due to mana burn, even a little?

Such questions arose in my complicated mind, but I quickly shook my head and decided to throw away the questions that came to mind.

‘Let’s subdue it first and see.’

If you mess around like you are now, you might end up buried in the ground instead of asking questions.

The questions that have arisen can be solved by catching that guy and interrogating him.

‘In order to do that…’

Rather than killing it, the best course of action was to drive it to the brink of death and then capture it alive.

Rather than wanting to bury that guy, there were more things I wanted to ask him.

More than anything, isn’t that guy an imperfect sin? Even if you kill it here, it will not disappear and will be reborn somewhere like a cockroach.

‘That’s annoying.’

Even if you kill, you will not die. So I tried to subdue it, but it turned out to be stronger than I thought, making it difficult to deal with it.

To be honest, the current Mort has no shortcomings compared to the current me.

Morte’s magic power is more massive than my mana, which uses Manaburn.

Morte’s body has superior abilities compared to my body.

The type of divine sword that Mort uses is almost identical to the type of divine sword that I learned.

So, if we continued to split swords in this state, it was clear that I would be the one to fall.

‘In that case…’

I can’t help it. While thinking about that and calculating the next number, Mort spoke up.

“Your eyes have changed. “Like an adventurer wandering in a dark cave and discovering a lantern.”

“···.”

“It’s pitiful. “Like an adventurer who didn’t realize until he died that that lantern was a magical beast hiding its maw to devour you.”

“···Did you always talk that much?”

Why are you using the analogy so foolishly?

After continuing his remarks, Mort leisurely shrugged his shoulders and muttered.

“Well, I don’t know. “Maybe… I might be looking at you and regretting my foolish past.”

“···I know it was foolish. “That’s a good thing.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Morte’s knees bend. Black magical energy condenses on the two swords he holds, making a chilling sound.

“I want to say thank you. To this body that created this swordsmanship, to Daphne who passed this swordsmanship on to you, and to you who made me feel how great this swordsmanship is.”

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“···I always feel this way, but you seem like a really strange person.”

“Okay. He’s a weird guy. A strange guy who regretted his past so much, but now he can’t even regret it. “The regrets I have now will probably be the last regrets I remember.”

What on earth are you talking about?

I didn’t understand, but

I wanted to rebut something.

I felt like I had to remain silent, so I stayed silent, caught my breath, raised my sword, and straightened my posture.

The air becomes heavier. The background around Mort begins to distort.

“You would know what I’m trying to do now.”

He learned the divine sword style from his teacher, so of course he couldn’t have known it.

“Try your best. “I will gladly distort you.”

This guy is about to unleash the 6th type of divine sword type.

“Okay. “Try it.”

With that said, he began to deceive the scales.

I deceived, deceived, and continued to deceive.

Libra expresses doubt, then doubts, then rebels, and then quickly comes to a strong rejection.

Boom!

The doctor shown by the scales reacts and hits my heart. Intense pain hits my whole body like a tidal wave.

“If I can.”

It’s not just the intense pain that comes. Mana, like the ocean, surges throughout the body. As if I was on a drug, the pain was forgotten and only the feeling of omnipotence became the basis for my actions.

“Shinken-ryu (神劍) 6th type.”

Starlight seeps into the sword. Mana imbued with starlight begins to distort space and time around it.

He chants and swings a sword that distorts everything.

“Green onion (破).”

“Green onion (破).”

Kwakwakwakwa!

Against the backdrop of distorted space and time, a half-moon shaped black sword and a pure white sword strike towards each other.

Everything located in Geomro is distorted, twisted, and broken.

The black half-moon and the white half-moon overlap each other.

Chaaa!

A group of white and black lights intersect and explode, and everything around them becomes distorted.

“···?!”

Could this situation have been unexpected? Mort’s pupils widen rapidly as he swings the sword.

Thump.

When I saw that, I stepped forward and leaped into the group of lights, chanting.

“Seventh type of Shinken-ryu (神劍).”

No matter how distorted it may be,

Even if it was broken and twisted and fell,

The sword I wield will become a firm will that can turn everything back.

I put the wind in that sword and swing it earnestly.

“Hoe(回).”

My wind did not emit any light and drew a transparent line without any sound.

****

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was a sense of vitality and omnipotence that I had never felt before.

“Werheim…”

The first leader of the Dragon Blood Knights, a warrior from the beginning, and the hero that humanity has lost.

The owner of my new body was the main character in an old book that I had admired for a long time.

It would have already died and disappeared, but the body without consciousness and soul asked me.

What was your dream?

To be honest, I don’t know if it’s true that the body asked me. Anyhow, I answered the question that echoed in my mind.

I wanted to be the main character.

As I gave an answer that no one would hear, memories of my body as the main character began to seep into my mind.

A warrior from the beginning who was first chosen by Starlight,

The leader of the Dragon Blood Knights, who were the vanguard of destruction.

The memories of him that seeped into my head were only partial, but they were more than enough to be called the life of the protagonist.

I was just embarrassed.

Werheim was an honorable and proud knight.

Unlike me, who valued reputation and practical benefit.

Werheim was a warrior who always made sacrifices.

Unlike me, who always forced me to make sacrifices.

So.

I decided to ignore his memories.

I decided to accept only the swordsmanship, power, and desire imprinted on my body.

Thanks to you, I was able to become ridiculously strong.

Although there were side effects such as feeling thirsty or missing someone desperately, it didn’t matter.

Emotions such as hunger, longing, and thirst were emotions that always wandered around me from the beginning to the end of my life.

I was able to ignore it like that.

However,

Not today.

-“What? Am I scared? And that to you too? Fu, puhahahaha!”

When I saw the child smiling brightly in the face of sin, my heart, which was not mine and had not been beating, began to wriggle of its own accord.

-“If it’s as you said, shouldn’t I just prove it now?”

At the word proof, my heart started pounding.

-“Green onion (破).”

At some point, my body was moving without my will.

When two swords of different colors collide at a level that goes beyond common sense and even distorts the surroundings.

-“Mort. “I trust you.”

-“I would be glad if it could help you in this way.”

-“How could you do this to me…”

-“I am disappointed.”

All kinds of regrets and regrets came rushing in.

Someone who sacrificed for me,

Someone who said he was lucky even though he put a sword in his heart to steal it,

When I betrayed and betrayed old trust, someone looked at his daughter and resented me.

Someone shook their head at me.

“I, I…!”

I screamed. I don’t want the tears to flow freely, and I’m afraid of the emotions I threw away trying to torment me.

Wow!

That fearful world was shattered by something silent.

“···Why are you crying because you did a good job?”

I saw a boy with a very tired face, pointing a sword at my face.

Did you say Camel?

The sword he wielded,

Distorting my fearful world,

Destroy my regrets and attachments,

Everything was returned.

The world welcomes me back.

A terribly lonely, cold, damn world.