Chapter 474: For You Who Was Forgotten by Oblivion.

Deudeudeudeuk.

Immediately after the demonic mirror gate that swallowed Gu Yangcheon gradually disappeared, and even the traces of the crack vanished completely.

Cheonma was quietly staring into the empty air.

Silence remained, lingering around them.

“Haa…haa….”

Gu Yangcheon, who had suddenly disappeared; gazes searching for him could be felt from everywhere.

Following this, Cheonma turned her gaze towards Magyeomhu.

“Magyeomhu.”

At Cheonma’s call, Magyeomhu, who had been kneeling, lifted her head.

From that gaze, Cheonma could feel it.

The clear regret present in Magyeomhu’s eyes.

So, she asked.

“Do you regret it?”

“…No….”

It was a lie. Magyeomhu was clearly feeling regret.

However, Cheonma did not blame Magyeomhu for such a lie.

In the countless lives she had experienced, Magyeomhu had always been like this.

Furthermore.

It was mixed with repentance for not saving Magyeomhu’s life, even though she could have.

Even if it was out of necessity, it couldn’t be helped that it subtly grated on her nerves.

So, this time, Cheonma decided to show mercy.

“If you wish for it, speak.”

Cheonma spoke, pointing her hand towards the empty air.

Then.

Jjijijijik-!

“…!”

From the fingertips of Cheonma’s outstretched hand, the air began to tear.

“If you desire it, I shall send you to that place as well.”

“…”

The crack grew in size as her hand moved.

Unlike the crack that had captured and swallowed Gu Yangcheon, which was white, the crack Cheonma created was filled with a purple light.

“…”

Even so, Magyeomhu could tell.

That if she went there, she could see Gu Yangcheon.

Because the Cult Master was not one to speak falsehoods.

If I truly go there, will I be able to see him again?

Such thoughts flashed through Magyeomhu’s mind.

There were many things she still couldn’t ask.

Moreover, recalling the way Gu Yangcheon had looked at Magyeomhu just before disappearing from this place, Magyeomhu felt various emotions.

She wanted to see those eyes again.

She also wanted to hear why he had come to look at her that way.

She remembered the hand that had reached out and prioritized her when the crack appeared.

Though it was a brief moment, everything remained imprinted on Magyeomhu.

But.

“…I will not go.”

Magyeomhu had no intention of going to find him.

To such a resolute answer, Cheonma tilted her head and asked.

“The reason?”

“Because ‘my’ him is here…”

“Hmm.”

At Magyeomhu’s answer, Cheonma smirked and turned her head.

It was such a laughable answer.

Magyeomhu’s eyes shone clearly. Seeing that, Cheonma thought.

‘My’… huh.

The subtle words she had uttered.

While the Gu Yangcheon who disappeared now was indeed Gu Yangcheon,

the Gu Yangcheon who would remain in this era was more important.

It seemed like it might hold that meaning at first glance, but.

Seeing as she specifically called him ‘hers’,

it seemed like words directed at her panting other half in front of her, or perhaps.

they were words spoken as if meant for Cheonma to hear.

‘This is slightly irritating.’

A sudden surge of murderous intent.

Cheonma suppressed a laugh, feeling a potent emotion that hadn’t surfaced in a long time.

She felt like ripping out Magyeomhu’s heart and killing her right now, but.

She shouldn’t.

Magyeomhu still had things to do in this life.

And it was because the answer was satisfying enough to provoke murderous intent.

Kkigigigik.

She retracted her hand that was causing the crack.

As Cheonma withdrew her hand, the crack closed on its own, disappearing without a trace.

“You spoke words I find pleasing, so I shall let it slide this once.”

At the words spoken implicitly, Magyeomhu bowed her head.

Cheonma let out a small chuckle.

Seeing that, it seemed her words were indeed directed at her.

Normally, she would have punished her, but since it aligned somewhat with her own intentions, she decided to let it pass.

Also.

“Now that I know where I must go….”

After countless repetitions, perhaps thousands, she had finally found it.

No, perhaps she had already known.

It was something she had put off due to the lingering desire to see him a little longer.

Unable to let go of that lingering attachment, she had been wandering for so long.

‘In the end….’

It seems it’s unavoidable after all.

She had tried every conceivable method, put forth all sorts of effort, yet.

In the end.

‘I must let you go.’

She realized there was no other way.

Only after seeing it with her own eyes could she be sure.

Is it a relief?

No, all that remained was regret.

“Magyeomhu.”

“…Yes. Cult Master.”

“Go back as you saw.”

“…!”

At Cheonma’s words, Magyeomhu looked up in surprise, but she couldn’t utter a word in response.

It was because Cheonma’s eyes, which she looked into, were so coldly sunken.

Tabak.

Cheonma moved.

Her destination was the direction where So Geomseong was.

Immediately after Gu Yangcheon disappeared, So Geomseong was blankly staring into the empty air.

“If it were up to me, I’d want to end this now and start the next chapter, but.”

Deopseok.

“Ugh….”

Cheonma approached So Geomseong and grabbed her hair.

Her once brilliant white hair had somehow returned to blonde.

“A reason has arisen why I must not.”

“…”

“I hate you. Enough to want to tear you to shreds right now.”

Because she looked exactly like her? Or because his heart leaned towards this other half?

All of those could be reasons, but.

The essence was somewhat different from that.

It was probably just because she came to mind.

Having eyes like So Geomseong’s.

Because it reminded her of an unknown woman who chased hope while looking like this.

Because it reminded her of some foolish someone who hoped that with just a little effort, she could walk alongside her loved one.

That was likely why she was so furious.

“Just kill….”

“Shut up. Those are words you dare not speak.”

At the very least, she shouldn’t have asked to be killed in front of her.

Still gripping So Geomseong’s hair, Cheonma glanced at Magyeomhu.

“Go back as you saw and deliver a message to the Great Leader. I will visit within a few days. Prepare yourself to show your face.”

“…”

She didn’t wait for Magyeomhu’s reply.

“And you.”

Cheonma was silently doing what she had to do.

“Take me to your damn father and mine. I have something I need to say to him personally.”

At her words, So Geomseong’s eyes widened.

Confirming that reaction, Cheonma suppressed her emotions.

How many more times.

Or how many tens of times she would have to repeat this, she didn’t know.

Now that her mind was made up, she could carry out the ‘task’ right now if she wanted, but.

Not now.

Cheonma had to endure a little longer.

Even a little longer.

She had to smooth the path, even just a tiny bit more.

It was time she had endured countless times until now, yet.

Now that the end was set, looking towards it felt strangely heavy.

If the woman had just one wish.

‘At the end of this time.’

When she had finished everything she needed to do.

She wished he would hug her just once, like back then in the memories, saying she had worked hard.

She harbored such a daydream, but.

Painfully.

She knew all too well that it wouldn’t happen.

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I feel hazy.

My body feels like it’s floating somewhere.

Should I call it comfortable?

It’s not a bad feeling, somehow.

‘Where is this place.’

Perhaps because my body feels languid, my mind seems to be becoming round and unfocused.

I barely managed to grasp my head, trying desperately to regain my senses.

I recall the moments before I lost consciousness.

‘…!’

Then, my scattered consciousness seemed to snap back into place as if by magic.

Being killed by Cheonjun.

And the fight I had with Hyeolgi.

Including breaking the vessel and becoming something inhuman.

‘…Cheonma.’

Even meeting Cheonma.

The moment I recalled that, my eyes snapped open.

“Huk…!”

As soon as I opened my eyes, I sat up.

Because I recalled the memories right before that.

‘…The demonic mirror gate….’

The moment the white demonic mirror gate appeared and swallowed me.

I immediately looked around.

‘No way.’

Did I really return to my original world, just as Cheonma said?

I hadn’t even done anything remotely resembling a test in that world yet.

It couldn’t be that I returned so ineptly.

‘…Hmm?’

As I thought that and rolled my eyes around, looking at my surroundings, something felt off.

The arid plains of Sichuan.

Or perhaps the Bigo where I was before the dimensional travel, I thought, but.

It was neither of those two places.

“What is this place now…?”

Unlike what Cheonma had said, the place I was in was not my original world.

It was white.

A strange world where everywhere was pure white.

Because of that, it was a space where I couldn’t tell where the wall was or where the ceiling was.

“Here.”

It feels like something is about to come to mind.

Because it was a space that felt like I had visited sometime before.

What could have happened?

Just as I was about to sit up and check the situation.

“Huh?”

I immediately noticed something strange.

Because something that definitely wasn’t there when I was sitting had appeared directly in front of me.

“…”

As soon as I saw it, I could discern its identity.

Far ahead, directly in front. Someone was there.

Looking at them, I frowned and focused.

Only then could I see clearly.

A woman sitting demurely.

She had placed three teacups on a table that didn’t seem to fit the strange space.

Her green hair was grown down to her waist.

The woman held her hands neatly folded, her eyes half-closed.

Looking at such a woman, I cautiously called out to her.

“…Ma’am…. No, Senior.”

Hearing my call, the woman lifted her head and looked at me.

Confirming her face properly gave me even more certainty.

Yes, the woman’s identity was Tang Jemun, the one who sent me here.

“It’s been a while.”

Though the voice sounded gentle, my brow furrowed the moment I heard it.

Anger surged within me the moment I saw her.

At the same time, there were so many things I wanted to ask.

“Just what is it you want from me….”

“I waited, expecting we’d meet again someday…. It took much longer than I thought, didn’t it?”

“No. Right now….”

I tried to ask accusingly, but.

I had to shut my mouth as I looked into Tang Jemun’s eyes.

Because I realized her gaze wasn’t directed at me.

Where is she looking?

Following her gaze, I turned my head.

There…

“…Huh?”

Just like before, a person who hadn’t been there when I looked around was standing there.

A thin, tall old man dressed in white martial attire.

He stood there, hands clasped behind his back, his white eyebrows deeply furrowed.

Along with the petal pattern drawn on his chest.

He looked exactly like the figure I’d seen in my visions, so I couldn’t fail to recognize him.

“…Noya…?”

The old man was indeed Shin Noya.

“…”

I looked at Noya with surprised eyes, but Noya was also looking at Tang Jemun, not me.

Could it be because this reunion after so long had happened so suddenly?

Noya wore a look of utter surprise, but.

Then, hearing the words Noya spoke, I couldn’t help but be flustered.

“…Who are you?”

“What?”

What did you say…?