Ch.1Chapter 1 – I Became the Terminally Ill Mentor of Heavenly Demon (1)

I first began writing novels because of my first love.

I wrote simply because the girl sitting next to me dreamed of becoming a “novelist,” and I wanted to impress her.

However, I had no talent. Writing skills, descriptions, settings… I wasn’t good at anything.

In my wuxia stories, the historical details were a mess; in medieval fantasy, guns would randomly appear; and in game settings, the rules were so chaotic that readers cursed me endlessly.

“…I never thought it would come back to haunt me like this.”

I sighed deeply while pressing my hand against my forehead. Even after 20 years, I still hadn’t gotten used to waking up every morning coughing blood, with white hair and blue eyes.

My current body belonged to a minor character from my first wuxia web novel, “Diamond Fist King.”

“To think I’d be possessed as Bing-yeon in a world where all my novels have merged together…”

That’s where I ended up.

In a bizarre world where my three novels had combined—as absurd as kimchi pizza with sweet and sour pork—and as a pathetic character suffering from the Severed Nine Yin condition with a limited lifespan.

If I had to blame someone for this tragedy, it would be one particular devoted reader.

– Author, please don’t stop writing. I’ve read all three of your works, and if this one disappears too, what am I supposed to read?!

A reader who had followed me all the way to my last web novel, “I was Possessed In Idle Game.” When I posted a notice about discontinuing the series while looking at the view count fixed at 2, this was the only reader who tried to stop me.

(The reason the view count was 2 was because one of them was me.)

– If that’s how it is, I have no choice but to show you my “true heart.”

After seeing that reader’s comment, a flash of light burst from my monitor, and I was dragged here.

Normally, an author would possess a reader with an “You know how it goes,” but I ended up on the receiving end.

When I opened my eyes, I was living as a low-ranking member of the Five Poisons Sect in Yunnan Province.

In the novel, I was just a minor character added suddenly to explain the constitution of the North Sea Ice Palace.

Later, because I was too lazy to deal with him, I made him the half-brother of a heroine from the North Sea Ice Palace who was killed with a single gesture by the Heavenly Demon.

That’s why my hair was white and my eyes were blue.

Simply because in wuxia novels, they’re typically traits of extraordinarily beautiful women with tsundere personalities.

“I shouldn’t have added that setting about him emitting more cold energy than the ‘Ice Emperor.’ I should have made him someone with all limbs intact and a strong body…”

The reason I lived in the Five Poisons Sect rather than the Ice Palace was because of my body’s constitution, which was even more extreme than the heroine I had created.

Thanks to my appearance alone, I managed not to starve, but this cursed cold energy constitution was causing my blood to flow backward.

No matter how many miraculous medicines I took to treat my condition, my body wouldn’t heal.

Even the Divine Doctor in my novel said it would be a miracle if I lived to adulthood. That was that.

“If you were going to possess me, couldn’t you have made me the Infinite Sword Emperor or the Poison Dragon instead…”

Today, as always, I barely managed to get up from my sickbed, struggling to control my labored breathing.

It felt wretched having to clutch my heart and cough up a bit of blood just to move my body. They say you only truly feel the absence of health and people when you’ve lost them, and that was absolutely true.

To cut to the chase, I survived beyond adulthood.

Despite my innate constitution, I refused to give up on life and trained my body to become stronger.

Even though I coughed up blood several times a day, I never stopped my breathing exercises.

I sought out the masters from my novels, bowing my head and begging them to teach me.

Because my three novels had merged, I traveled between the East and the West, striving to learn both swordsmanship and aura, mana and martial arts.

At first, they rejected me, saying, “Someone with a limited lifespan like you?” But after seeing my effort and determination, they eventually accepted me as their disciple.

I was that desperate. That’s how badly I wanted to survive.

If I could learn anything to suppress the cold energy enveloping my body, I could extend my life, even if just a little.

Perhaps thanks to my relentless efforts,

I survived the attack of the bandits I had written into the novel, and I even survived the famous battle between righteousness and evil.

This was a development that wasn’t in my original work. The name “Bing-yeon” became engraved in the history of all martial artists.

I earned the title “Ice Dragon,” became strong enough to establish a small sect, and gained people’s recognition.

Yes, everything was going well, except for the fact that my body was about to die and that I couldn’t find the final bosses from my novels no matter what I tried.

As I wandered through this strange world, my first priority was to find those final bosses.

The final bosses I had created all had beliefs that contrasted with the protagonists, and most had become twisted after living miserable lives.

If they were just fictional characters, it wouldn’t matter. But this was now reality. As the creator of this world, I had a reason to find them.

“Master, did you cough?”

“Yes, I just woke up.”

Along the way, I rescued a young girl from a group of crazed fanatics.

A fanatical religious group that was performing human sacrifices and feeding children blood and human flesh.

With the martial arts and mana I had learned, I completely annihilated that cult. I couldn’t bear to see children suffering like that.

“This humble disciple was worried, as Master seemed unable to rise easily…”

The black-haired girl looking at me with concern had red-rimmed eyes and slightly swollen eyelids, suggesting she had been crying.

Judging by how she was arranging wet towels and blood-stained cloths, it seemed she had been nursing me again today.

“Bi-wol, you don’t need to care for me so diligently. Look at your small hands—they’re all swollen.”

“Please don’t say such hurtful things. How could a disciple leave her master’s side?”

The name of the girl by my side was Bi-wol.

She matched exactly the name, description, and appearance of the Heavenly Demon from the novel I had written.

“Originally, that cult was called the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect…”

Like the witchcraft called wugu or gu poison, where numerous poisonous insects are placed in a jar and only one survives.

They fed young girls blood and flesh, conditioning them so they couldn’t satisfy their hunger without killing.

This was the hidden backstory of the Heavenly Demon Bi-wol that I had never written in the original work, only jotted down in a corner of my notes.

“It’s all my karma. It’s right that I clean up my own mess.”

The Heavenly Demon in my novel didn’t know how to satisfy her hunger without killing people.

Blood and human flesh were the only ways to quench her thirst and satisfy her hunger.

The Heavenly Demon in my novel didn’t know how to sleep without killing someone.

The Heavenly Demon Divine Sect was a group that would continue to scream and torture people, preventing them from sleeping unless someone died.

The Heavenly Demon in my novel never knew the warmth of parents.

Her parents had sold her for just a measure of rice. They were people who had tried to reduce the number of mouths to feed, as they would have starved to death otherwise.

“I like being by your side, Master. How could this humble disciple forget the warm embrace of the one who saved her life?”

With a heart full of atonement, I rescued Bi-wol, even knowing that the plot required her to become the Heavenly Demon.

What reason does an adult need to save a child?

Even if it would disrupt the flow of the novel, it didn’t matter to me. I was the original author, after all.

“Master, didn’t you teach me everything I needed to know about living? You taught me how to breathe again, how to make my heart beat again.”

“When you say it like that, people might misunderstand…”

Bi-wol had become my disciple since I rescued her from the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect.

I taught her how to buy food, how to work, and provided her with a normal place to stay.

I even took in all the children who had been under the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect as my disciples. This way, at least, I wouldn’t be killed by Bi-wol later.

“What does it matter if they misunderstand? Among all your disciples, I deserve to be called your most beloved disciple.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Bi-wol smiled brightly as she wiped the blood from my lips. She often showed me excessive affection like this.

It was an obsession so intense that even the people around us and my other disciples would shake their heads, saying it went beyond a normal master-disciple relationship.

She would watch over me until I fell asleep, and she would be the first thing I saw when I woke up.

One day, when I was secretly drinking at an inn, she dragged me back to our sect, insisting that someone with my illness shouldn’t be drinking.

“Is this also because of the Star of Heavenly Murder’s karma…?”

I couldn’t comprehend how she lived her life. Her movements were beyond the normal range, almost inhuman.

“Master, your breakfast and bath water are ready.”

“I told you that you don’t need to do this.”

“But there’s no mistress here. Shouldn’t I at least fulfill this role?”

As if the fact that I had just coughed up a handful of blood didn’t matter at all, Bi-wol was even nuzzling her face against my chest.

No matter how well she treated me, my condition showed no signs of improvement, and I would soon die.

“I’m worried about what will happen after I die… Surely she won’t revert to being the Heavenly Demon. I’ve completely destroyed the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect.”

I reflected on what I had done.

I had saved a young girl from a miserable life, and I had taken in beggars and children as disciples, helping many unfortunate people.

The protagonists from the original “Diamond Fist King” wouldn’t die at Bi-wol’s hands either, so I needed to prepare my next move.

“Master? Your food is getting cold.”

“Ah, Bi-wol.”

Looking at Bi-wol, who was staring at me with wide eyes, I told her what needed to be done.

“…I’m planning to take in a new sister disciple soon.”

I also needed to save Verdandi, the final boss of the second web novel I wrote, and Azazel Blackheart, the final boss of the last web novel I wrote.

I believed that was why I had been dropped into this novel world.

“A sister disciple? Judging by how you’ve specified the gender, it doesn’t seem like you’re planning to take in another child sold by their parents or someone without limbs…”

At that moment, Bi-wol’s red eyes narrowed. They looked almost like a snake’s eyes, sharp and piercing.

“May this humble disciple ask why Master is bringing a new woman into our sect?”

“…She’s a child with an unfortunate life like yours, Bi-wol. Please set a good example as her senior disciple.”

“I refuse.”

Bi-wol spoke each word with emotion, breaking her spoon with a snap as she spoke.

With a clatter, the head of the spoon fell to the ground.

“If that’s truly your wish, Master, if you want to abandon me and bring in a new woman, then take me with you.”

As she spoke, Bi-wol’s hands trembled, and her voice was slightly wet. She looked afraid of being abandoned again.

To be honest, I was worried about how much Bi-wol would hate the world after I died, given her extreme dependence.

If I died, I feared she might become the Star of Heavenly Murder, thinking the world was meaningless without me.

“You haven’t forgotten our sect’s rules, have you, Bi-wol?”

“…The rules of the Ice Dragon Fate Sect are deeply engraved in my heart. Do not take a life without reason.”

“If you keep that promise, I’ll let you come with me on this journey.”

Actually, I had planned to take her along from the beginning.

After all, the final bosses from the other novels were just as dangerous as Bi-wol.

The Hero, whose sense of justice was so overwhelming that she would kill without question anyone who violated her values, even if they were good people.

The Saintess, who, due to her unhappy past and lack of love, made a contract with an Outer God to gain love.

I wasn’t sure if even I, as I am now, could properly subdue them if I met them.

“This humble disciple promises. I will definitely protect Master from those vicious wolves.”

Bi-wol nodded vigorously, like a puppy asking to be petted on the head.