Ch.90Chapter 90 – The Terminally Ill Mentor of Final Bosses (1)

“The flow of air has changed…”

The first to notice Bing-yeon’s transformation was Bi-wol, the Heavenly Demon from another world.

For someone who had burned the entire martial arts world to ashes and turned it into a sea of blood as described in the original story, this was the first time she felt such trembling.

“Hmph, what an amusing man. Despite being at the same Transformation Realm, he claims to be on a different level from me…”

A sense that he was more dangerous than the Outer God she was currently facing.

For the first time, her survival instinct was screaming at her to run away. Bing-yeon’s rebirth seemed far from ordinary.

“…That can’t possibly be a mere rebirth. It would be more accurate to say he’s created an entirely new existence.”

Bing-yeon’s hair had turned black, and both his facial features and body had slightly changed from before.

It most closely resembled what Han Do-hyeon from his previous life might have looked like if he had trained in martial arts like Bing-yeon.

“Is this truly my master? I truly regret not meeting him earlier.”

Bi-wol from the other world, dressed in black robes, used a nostalgic title as she fiercely swung her sword at Yog-Sothoth to allow Bing-yeon to fight better.

“Incredible. Is this what a true hero looks like?”

Verdandi added her own comment while watching.

Wiping blood from her lips with the back of her hand, she let out a hollow laugh as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

As someone who had fallen into darkness and become a new demon king as in the original story, she had always trusted the information reflected in her eyes and killed people based on it.

– [The person before you is a ‘Master’.]

“Master…”

For the first time, her eyes were showing her something that was neither good nor evil, but something else entirely.

If she had met someone like this from the beginning, would things have been different? Could she have escaped her dark past?

Numerous thoughts and reflections passed through Verdandi’s mind, creating small ripples in her sense of justice.

“This is… the holy one that another version of me met in a different world…”

Azazel, who could see the possibilities of parallel universes, was kneeling with her hands clasped in prayer as she watched Bing-yeon’s transformation.

Even after foreseeing dozens, hundreds… no, thousands of futures, she had never encountered a situation like this.

Because this universe was the only one where a master named Bing-yeon existed in another world.

“This is the first time I’ve envied another version of myself. Since gaining the power to reset timelines, I thought I was superior to everyone else.”

Azazel, who according to the original story had reset the world and gained the ability to rewrite timelines.

She was praying with all her heart not toward Morgidian, but toward Bing-yeon, as if facing a holy deity.

“…Do as you wish. Brother, each of your actions will drive away evil and restore light to this world.”

In each of Bing-yeon’s steps that Azazel was watching, she could see a future where everyone was happy.

For the first time, she wanted to believe in someone other than Morgidian, the Outer God she had followed.

* * *

“For me, life has always been hope.”

Rising to my feet, I began walking toward Yog-Sothoth who stood before me.

In my hands, I clutched a golden parchment and pen, moving forward to write the final ending to the novel I had created.

This time, to truly end it with a happy ending.

“Even the dark past and wounds that tormented me have returned as an even greater hope—all of you.”

Looking back, I felt I had lived an incredibly blessed life.

How many people get to meet their own characters as a writer, talk with them, and guide them toward a happy future?

Bi-wol, Verdandi, Azazel. My disciples had become so much a part of my soul that we had grown similar in many ways.

“…So now, it’s time for me to give back to you.”

It was all my fault, and I wanted to express my gratitude to them for accepting this fact.

“The final ending for these characters should be more beautiful and happier than anything else.”

I began moving the pen that had appeared in my hand, correcting each setting from the original story one by one.

– Heavenly Demon Bi-wol was rescued by her master Bing-yeon and suppressed the karma of the Star of Heavenly Murder.

I made it the official history that the Star of Heavenly Murder from the original story would lead Bi-wol to live as my disciple, just like the one in this world now.

Bi-wol’s black robes turned white, and she began transforming into the appearance I originally knew.

– The setting of the Heavenly Demon Bi-wol from the original story remained with her as an Inner Demon, eventually merging with her to find her complete form.

I chose a path to happiness even for the Bi-wol from another world who had been struggling against Yog-Sothoth until just moments ago.

Combining all the settings and plot points I had scattered, to help my disciples grow into adults.

Bi-wol’s Inner Demon had taken the form from the original story, and this was why it knew her original history.

– At this moment, Bi-wol gained all the power and techniques from the original story, being reborn as the Heavenly Demon.

As I wrote the final words, Bi-wol’s body began to glow with golden light.

“Master, I believe my chest has grown a bit larger… Did you perhaps turn back time by a few years to minimize the body’s discrepancy?”

As the light faded, she appeared with the appearance and manner of speech of the Bi-wol I originally knew.

“Yes, I wanted the you from another world to find happiness too.”

I smiled as I watched Bi-wol examining her chest with a meaningful smile.

“You have surprisingly materialistic aspects. No matter how quickly you wanted to spend the wedding night with this girl, isn’t this too much of a shortcut?”

“Do you really think so? The current me is a mix of my previous life, not quite Bing-yeon anymore.”

“You two are alike. I suppose people who like each other develop similarities.”

Bi-wol chuckled at my response. The current me was both Han Do-hyeon and Bing-yeon—a new being formed from the mixture of two existences who had lived different lives.

“Once this matter is resolved, I might need to hold a wedding ceremony with all of you.”

“…Pardon?”

“I’m not the kind of man who would steal women’s hearts and take no responsibility. Perhaps I’ll open a small dojo and work there…”

I scratched my chin thoughtfully before speaking. If I ended up returning to reality with my disciples, it would be my responsibility to support them.

“…Well, I could also resume writing web novels, which I had quit before.”

I felt like challenging the novel scene again with my retired pen name. After all, everyone here had contributed to making me who I am today.

– Hero Verdandi, by meeting Bing-yeon, was able to avoid making the mistake of killing her own mother.

Once again, I picked up my pen and changed her fate by writing the untold story on the parchment.

– Therefore, from Verdandi’s original setting, only the Holy Sword and Holy Armor remained, while all the dark aspects were completely erased from her.

Like Bi-wol, Verdandi was surrounded by golden light, and her form, clad in black armor, began to change.

– At this moment, Verdandi gained all the power and techniques from the original story, being reborn as the Hero.

As soon as I concluded Verdandi’s story in a different direction,

“Master…? What’s happening? Just moments ago, I was at the Ice Dragon Fate Sect wishing you good luck!”

She blinked her eyes in surprise, looking at me with an adult appearance like the current Bi-wol.

“Master! The chest part of the Holy Armor feels tight! I think my body has grown!”

Verdandi showed her characteristically bright demeanor as she patted her chest with her palm as if to show me.

“I merged you with the original story’s setting, making you an adult. It seemed necessary to inflict damage on Yog-Sothoth.”

“I see! Indeed, I don’t even want to imagine what an unfortunate life I would have lived without you, Master!”

Verdandi smiled brightly at my answer. The Verdandi I knew was originally such a pure and bright person, like a fully bloomed sunflower.

She was never meant to live a dark life killing people to maintain her twisted sense of justice.

“Now then, shall I save you last?”

I asked Azazel as I lifted the black veil covering her. Her rainbow-colored eyes stared at me as if piercing through me.

I had worried whether doing this for disciples from other parallel worlds might be wrong.

“Please do as you wish. My sisters from other parallel worlds will respect your choice as well.”

“That’s a relief then.”

“In return, please take proper responsibility for us when we become adults. I don’t want to experience being abandoned by a man ever again.”

Azazel smiled brightly as if telling me not to worry, expressing her expectation of merging with her other self.

“I understand.”

I immediately picked up my pen and began moving my hand at her words.

– Saintess Azazel, by meeting her master Bing-yeon, was able to let go of her feelings for the wrong man without regret.

The narratives I had written too darkly, projecting my own past onto them.

– Because of this, from Azazel’s original setting, only her divine power and Morgidian remained, while all the wounds in her heart were completely healed.

I was now correcting them with my own hands.

– At this moment, Azazel gained all the power and techniques from the original story, being reborn as the Saintess.

Every story’s ending should conclude with everyone’s happiness.