episode_0458

In an instant, the accident came to a halt.

More precisely, the focus that should have been on dealing with Brainwasher Yoon Myungho shifted elsewhere.

Such an extraordinary event unfolded before their eyes.

“How did Dojin master Dad’s swordsmanship…?”

My father had never taught swordsmanship to anyone before.

If he had, it would have caused quite a stir.

News articles would have flooded the internet about a national hunter gaining a disciple.

“Ah…, could it be because of that?”

Did he keep it a secret from everyone and take in a disciple because he didn’t want things to turn out this way?

Even if that were the case, not all questions were answered.

The sword skills he displayed were clearly superior to his own.

Even compared to my father, who was a master, the skill level was remarkably similar.

To handle a sword so proficiently, one must have been training for a long time.

“…I don’t know.”

No matter how much she mulled it over, a clear answer did not come to her.

Unless my father or Kim Dojin revealed it themselves, it seemed difficult to find out the truth.

So she gave up thinking about it.

“For now, let’s put it aside.”

Although he strictly warned her not to ask, she was convinced that she would eventually find out.

To do that, surviving in this place was a priority.

She forcibly tore her gaze away from the lingering stares and aimed towards the enemy.

“I can do this.”

With each swing of the sword, she felt it.

“Ugh…, this arrogant woman…!”

The opponent’s strength was significantly diminished.

Attacks that were easily blocked moments ago slowly began to penetrate.

But it was still not enough.

“I need to cut through.”

Restraint.

It was the name of the god she chose and the power bestowed upon her.

As simple as its meaning was, the essence of the ability was straightforward.

Restrict oneself, cut through, and invest the surplus energy elsewhere to unleash explosive power.

“Now I understand how to use this ability.”

Simple yet ambiguous.

What to restrict and what to enhance.

After much deliberation, she finally stood at the starting line.

“First, emotions.”

She pruned excessive excitement, leading to a composed state.

“Next, hearing, smell.”

She severed parts of her heightened senses.

The noise from all around and the pungent smell of smoke faded.

Naturally diverting the power that should be consumed elsewhere into something else.

What she urgently needed now was agility.

Power surged through her legs as she pushed off the ground.

Swish!

The distance closed in an instant.

Standing in front of Yoon Myungho’s defensive stance, she withdrew the power from her legs and reinvested it into the sword.

The aura around the sword became clearer.

“Haah!”

Thud!

Forcing her way past the defenses, the sword stopped near Yoon Myungho’s chest.

“Ugh…”

A deep sense of regret washed over her.

If only she had squeezed a bit harder, she might have reached him.

“It’s fine.”

However, the situation itself wasn’t bad.

“This, this girl…!”

The opponent began to waver.

Witnessing, feeling, and tasting a kind of death they had not seen before.

“I used too much power.”

Indolence.

This ability, which isolated itself by denying everything, had a unique way of accumulating power.

Natural recovery or training was of no help.

To increase power, only plundering was necessary.

The negative energy emanating from those who were inspired by her beliefs and fervently followed her.

By absorbing this energy into her body, she accumulated power.

This method had its pros and cons.

The advantage was the absence of a clear limit, allowing for the accumulation of infinite power.

The disadvantage was that it took a long time to reaccumulate power once it was expended.

Initially, the advantage overwhelmed the situation, but now, due to the disadvantage, she found herself at the edge of a cliff.

His gaze turned towards Angela, a woman blocked by a man.

“If only it weren’t for that woman!”

Flaws were all revealed because of that woman.

Utilizing all the strength I had accumulated, I succeeded in turning her into a scapegoat.

Up until then, everything seemed to be going as planned.

I thought that with her at my side, no one could harm me.

“What the hell is this guy thinking?!”

An unexpected variable emerged.

Kim Dojin.

That arrogant brat was holding back my masterpiece with a power and cunning far exceeding expectations.

As a result, despite already possessing immense power, I was being pushed back relentlessly by the woman.

As the sense of crisis reached its peak, he shouted out in frustration.

“Everyone, come here immediately and stop that girl! Your lives don’t matter, just protect me, hurry!”

He called upon his subordinates who were restraining the holy knights.

However, even this was not easy.

“Stop her!”

“We must stop her at all costs!”

The holy knights, realizing that the situation was turning in their favor, shielded the priests with their bodies.

The number of those who managed to break through and reach Yun Myungho was pitifully small.

And they were unable to become effective opponents against the rising power of Son Seoyeon.

“This, this…!”

In extreme anger, he lashed out at Angela with harsh curses.

“You foolish woman! Are you going to let me die like this?! Come here and protect me!”

“Argh…!”

Angela clenched her teeth in response to the pouring accusations.

She understood.

She had to pierce through the opponent without caring for her own body and protect the abbess.

But contrary to her thoughts, her body refused to cooperate.

Even though she could endure some damage, her body wouldn’t comply, as if it was a greater loss for her.

“Move, move, I said move…!”

It was an instinctual aversion.

Though her mind was dominated, her body still remembered the past.

This discord caused by the difference limited her abilities.

“Aaargh!”

She charged once again.

With each successful block, her bones creaked.

If she kept blocking like this, it seemed likely that her muscles or bones would tear or break.

“Get out of the way, get out of the way, I said move!”

“No, no, I said no?”

“Uwaaaah!”

“Kkyaaak!”

Enduring the ridiculous screams, Kim Dojin fought back.

Watching him, Son Seoyeon bit her lower lip tightly and gripped her sword.

“It’s time.”

To her, who had been watching him closely for quite some time, he appeared calm but was actually approaching his limit.

She calmly assessed the current situation.

“I can do this.”

The foundation had been laid.

All that remained was to forcefully break through Yun Myungho’s negative barrier.

For this, she needed to take a slight gamble.

And she decided to willingly roll the dice for Kim Dojin.

“….”

She imposed strict limitations on her body.

She sealed her mouth, closed her nose and ears.

Not reducing but completely blocking them off.

In the silent world, her feet left the ground.

Several attacks were launched around her to restrain her.

Attacks aimed at her from outside her field of vision while her hearing and smell were gone.

Yet none of the attacks touched her body.

“I feel it.”

The sensation that Kim Dojin had emphasized so much finally blossomed.

The sixth sense that detected the flow of magic around her, allowing her to anticipate external attacks.

Relying on this, she broke through the strong restraint and arrived in front of Yun Myungho with determination.

Before swinging her sword, she revealed one more thing.

“Sight.”

The sparkle in her eyes faded away.

Four out of five senses left her side.

Only touch remained.

Nevertheless, it didn’t matter.

Before closing her eyes, vivid images of what she had seen appeared in her mind.

Recalling memories in a dark space where nothing could be seen, heard, or smelled.

Before being forbidden by her mother to practice.

The moments when her father, Son Siwoo, watched as she vigorously wielded her sword.

Happy moments are long remembered, yet always fleeting.

As her learning was brief, she only learned one sword technique from her father.

As simple and clear as the one sword she had learned in her youth.

“Ryuseongnak (Meteor Fall).”

Despite its grand name, it was merely a powerful downward strike.

She once asked in her childish innocence why it was given such a grand name.

To which he replied,

-“It’s all about appearances.”

That was when she first realized that even her always reliable father had a touch of vanity.

She slowly recited the explanation she heard that day and translated it into action.

Lifting the sword and arm high until they formed a straight line, she energetically thrust forward with one foot raised.

Advancing as if sliding, she drew a circle with the sword as she moved forward.

One crucial point at this moment.

The flow of magic.

Magic must be concentrated throughout the sword to create a small sphere at the point of impact.

This not only maximizes destructive power but also brings about a visual change.

A blue light emitting sphere attached to the tip of the sword travels down its path, leaving a trace behind.

Like the tail momentarily lingering where a meteor passed.

A small meteor falling at a fierce speed.

Thud!

Simultaneously, a single sensation is transmitted through the sword and hand.

The ferocity felt when tearing into the opponent’s flesh.

She gradually regained the sensations she had honed.

The metallic scent of blood keenly sensed up close.

“Aaargh!”

A piercing scream echoed in dreadful agony.

Yoon Myungho, his eyes wide open in pain, with the sword deeply embedded in his abdomen, came into view.

She muttered with a vacant expression upon witnessing this.

“I did it….”

She succeeded.

She plunged the sword into the notorious S-class villain Brain Washer!

Her joy was short-lived.

She realized her task was not yet complete.

Inserting a small dagger into Yoon Myungho’s throat as he writhed in pain, she pondered for a moment.

‘How should I say this?’

What words could stop the chaos on this battlefield?

Unable to come up with an idea, she changed her approach.

‘If it were Dojin…’

How would he phrase it at this moment?

The answer quickly emerged.

Channeling the remaining magic into her voice, she shouted forcefully.

“Stop all movements!”

A thunderous command cutting through the clash of sharp blades and screams.

Feeling all eyes on her, friend and foe alike, she delivered her final words.

“Move a muscle, and you’re dead meat! Got it?!”

It was the moment she revealed the true nature of Kim Dojin within her.