episode_0595

The feeling of loss of losing something precious overnight is indescribable.

Especially if it means my whole life.

For Jincheon, martial arts was like that.

A path that has been honed all my life since childhood, but still has no end in sight.

The despair I felt when both my arms disappeared due to an unknown being summoned by Kim Do-jin also originated from there.

It didn’t matter that there were so many things I could no longer do because my arms were gone.

There is only one thought on his mind.

‘I can no longer learn martial arts.’

The only thing that tormented him was the fact that he would never be able to punch again like before.

‘If I even lose my martial arts, what kind of existence am I… .’

Born in a small village in Sichuan, China, he was separated from his parents by a police officer when he was seven years old.

Just for the small reason that he showed talent in martial arts in a small dojo.

From then on, he survived day by day, receiving harsh training, horrendous treatment, and indoctrination that bordered on brainwashing.

To follow his parents’ desperate cry to him to survive at all costs as they were led away by the police.

At that time, he hated his own talent.

‘If I didn’t have talent… .’

I wouldn’t have had to separate from my parents, and I wouldn’t have had to try to survive in this miserable pigsty.

Those thoughts deepened even more when I encountered a boy.

-“Hahaha! Look, isn’t this amazing?! This child is a treasure to the country, a treasure!”

He realized this as he saw a boy of similar age standing proudly receiving praise from high-ranking people whom he could not dare to look at.

His real sin is not simply that he has talent, but that he has ‘improper’ talent.

That’s why the boy with ‘brilliant’ talent became a treasure, and he became nothing more than a ‘weapon’ that could only be used roughly and thrown away.

I was jealous.

It’s so unbearable.

Then a voice whispered in his ear.

-“Be constantly jealous. And take it away.”

It happened to him too.

A weapon that would not be inferior even to a boy with brilliant talent.

The power to make yourself complete by filling your own shortcomings with others.

Through this, he continued to grow.

As a seeker who usually worships martial arts.

As an ugly jealous usurper in front of those who show a glimpse of brilliant talent.

It was a martial art that was honed like that.

The strength gained by punching thousands and tens of thousands of times from the beginning to the end of the day.

The power gained by ruthlessly picking and trampling countless unbloomed flowers.

That’s why he was shaken.

‘If that prosthetic arm is indeed what that woman said… .’

If it really has sense and is no different from a real arm that moves according to one’s will.

The lost martial arts are returned to me once again.

No, maybe it will become even stronger.

“If you don’t believe it, try it out. It’s never too late to make a decision later, right?”

Sweet temptation leads my body.

He drags his legs, which have lost all fat and muscle, making them look bony, and reaches in front of the case containing the prosthetic arm, lowering his upper body.

Then, the cross section of the silver prosthetic hand stuck to his cleanly cut shoulder.

Phew!

“Keuheook… !”

Jincheon lets out a painful sigh at the feeling of cold metal digging into his skin without hesitation.

I feel it.

Senses that were not felt below the shoulders.

“This can’t be happening… .”

A vivid sensation flows through my arm, as if I have regained my original arm.

I feel it.

The feel of the cold floor against my palms.

Even the subtlest sensations, such as the flow of cool air flowing around, are all vivid.

Even more so than if I had real arms.

But I don’t know yet.

It may feel good, but if your arm doesn’t move according to your will, it’s ultimately useless.

He got up and asked her in a slightly more polite tone.

“… I want to move my body for a while.”

She willingly accepted this.

“As much as you want. I cannot leave your seat for you, so please understand.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

I guess it was okay around that point.

He didn’t intend to practice martial arts in earnest anyway.

“Phew.”

I take the plunge with a trembling heart.

And then he punches lightly.

Huh!

pop!

A fist that quickly extends through the air and explodes with force as it reaches the end.

Jincheon’s eyes widened as if they were torn apart when he saw this.

“How… ?”

A light punch without any magic power can contain this kind of power?

Han Joo-hee continues her explanation to the surprised man.

“The output of magical power was increased as much as possible to match the prosthetic hand of an S-class hunter. You may not know, but it will be at least twice as strong as a real arm.”

“I see… .”

With just one punch, he felt immense joy.

Martial arts are back.

No, I came back stronger.

My confidence, which had plummeted to rock bottom, rises rapidly.

‘With this fist, I might be able to compete with the summoned beast he summoned.’

Although it was a huge being, it was not something that could not be dealt with.

It is not a flaw in existence itself, but a structural weakness that appears when summoned by human hands.

It was still great, but it seemed like it could compete well in its current state.

That’s why I was curious.

No matter how weak my body is, they obediently give me this arm.

So he asked her.

“… Have you ever thought that I might hurt you both with these arms?”

She answered with a smile.

“I put some safety measures in place. I don’t want anyone to die from being hit by something they made.”

His face stiffened slightly.

“If it is a device?”

“If the direction of the fist is towards me or Kim Do-jin, the output is forcibly limited.”

“… … .”

“For your information, that restriction can never be lifted except by me or Kim Do-jin.”

Jincheon’s face fell when he heard this.

That means he can no longer cause any harm to the two people.

“… Wearing a prosthetic hand was a trap.”

The two people knew.

The moment you wear your prosthetic hand and get a taste of it, you will never be able to take it off.

And the aim was right on target.

It would have been better if he had not known. Now that he knew, he had no choice but to accept this arm.

So all he can do now is ask questions.

“… Kim Do-jin has interfered with our work on numerous occasions.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Do you still believe it? If you make a mistake, you may also end up in the wrong.”

“That is.”

It was a problem she also worried about.

Is it really best to mediate between Kim Do-jin and the organization?

Then she saw.

At the end of his plan, his eyes are full of desire to push away the organization and have everything to himself.

That’s enough.

As long as I can reach the end, it doesn’t matter what anyone does after that.

“He is a trustworthy person. Once you hold hands, you will never let go.”

Of course, the one holding hands was not the organization, but yourself.

“I guarantee it.”

She finished speaking while hiding her teeth.

* * *

The plan went as expected.

From the moment we created a prosthetic hand that was better than a real arm, it was actually game over.

How do you know?

I would have done the same if it were me.

Having lost both arms while practicing swordsmanship all his life, is there a prosthetic hand that looks more real than the real thing?

How can I tolerate this?

Moreover, isn’t the situation situational?

A chance to get rid of the enemies that were interfering at every turn and increase your powerful allies.

Is there someone there who can vouch for your identity?

He must have thought so.

He said it would never be a loss for him.

Well, that may be true.

“… At least for now.”

After completing the discussion, Jincheon was released as is.

And within a few days, news articles poured in.

【The villain who escaped from prison dies after a fierce fight during arrest.】

A battle broke out after chasing the escaped villain, and he died in the process.

This was the cleanest way.

We can’t imprison Jincheon again, and it would be better in many ways to disguise him as dead and release him.

Thanks to this, the Ministry of Homeland Security, which was on the verge of collapse, regained some of its status.

It’s not like it used to be, but it’s a decent amount of growth.

The organization’s plan to gradually take over the government has been put into operation again.

And a few days later.

I received a call from Joohee Han.

It contained instructions to come to the magic tower at midnight without being seen by others.

I recognized it as soon as I saw it.

“Is it finally starting?”

The day has finally come when I can face them.

I prepare to go out with an excited heart.

Then, after a bout of lovemaking, Shin Yu-jeong, who had been sleeping on my mattress, rubs her eyes and raises her upper body.

“Hey… , Where are you going at this time of night? ?”

“To meet someone for a moment.”

Then the guy frowned.

“What kind of year is it again?”

“… Not a woman.”

maybe.

“Woman or something… , have a nice trip.”

When he is told that he is not a woman, he quickly lets his guard down and falls down on the mattress.

Not long after, a loud breathing sound is heard.

“… Is it true?”

Phenomenal guy.

I smile bitterly without realizing it and carefully open the door so as not to wake him and leave the house.

“The weather is nice.”

A clear night sky without a single cloud.

After casting an invisibility spell to hide himself, he flies through the sky, lands at the top of the magic tower, and squeezes himself into the window that Han Joo-hee had previously opened.

“Welcome.”

Han Joo-hee sits in front of the desk and greets me.

She stands up.

“You came at just the right time.”

The interior is noticeably different from usual.

There are six huge screens in front of the desk where she sits and works.

Just by looking at it, it looks like they are planning to reveal themselves over there… .

“I guess we can’t meet in person?”

“Because everyone has work to do, so it’s hard to leave.”

“Aha.”

I see you are busy doing behind-the-scenes work in various countries.

She points to the spot where she was sitting just a moment ago.

“Sit down slowly. The meeting will start soon.”

“Yes.”

Sit with your butt on a chair where someone else’s warmth remains.

There is only one minute left until midnight.

The moment when the hour and minute hands of the clock hanging on the wall finally point to exactly 12.

Ugh-

Darkness fills the transparent glass-like screen that allows the other side to be seen clearly.

Each person appears, one by one, with their backs turned against a dark background.

“Oh my♥ Is this cute, fresh-faced girl tormenting us all this time?”

A woman wearing a dress with low-cut breasts.

“Hya, look at the confident expression on this kid’s face. It makes me want to crush it.”

A giant man who appears to be wearing armor with thick muscles.

“… … .”

A shadow guy who was beaten by me a while ago and barely came back alive.

“Hmm.”

The guy who cut off my arm.

“Ma, you look delicious, you… .”

A pig looking at me and tasting it.

“Everyone, calm down. Shouldn’t you listen to the story first?”

A handsome boy with brilliant blonde hair and icy blue eyes.

Looking at their unique faces, there is no resemblance whatsoever.

“… It’s complete shit.”

Oops.

It just came out that I was just thinking about it.