episode_0071

A hard wooden bed roughly made of cloth.

When Arthur, who had been sleeping on top of it, opened his eyes, he was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling.

“Here..?”

Arthur clenched his fists and, thankfully, confirmed that his body was moving well, quickly got up and looked around.

“Is anyone there?”

Arthur’s face turned red as he spoke.

In fact, I knew there was no one in the house because the size of the house was about the size of a small wooden hut. But when I didn’t hear an answer, I felt embarrassed for no reason.

“Ahem..”

Arthur cleared his throat once, got up from the bed he was lying on, carefully opened the cabin door, and went outside.

What was revealed was not a place suitable for a cabin, but the inside of a large cave.

It wasn’t a cave with dripping water and bats, but a palace made of jewel-like ice. And it was quite bright, as if the outside light was refracting through the ice.

Especially the ceiling, which was so high that Arthur felt as if he had entered another world made of ice.

“Let’s go outside for now..”

We took a quick look inside the beautiful cave.

Arthur walked slowly towards the cave entrance where the wind was blowing, thinking about his goal.

‘Who saved me?’

Since the cabin was located quite deep, it took a considerable amount of time to walk there.

Arthur, who had a lot of time to think thanks to that, started to sort out the current situation.

First of all, through living, I was able to see that I was able to successfully walk the ‘Three Treasures’, albeit vaguely.

If so, the important thing is to meet the person named Muyeon, which was the original purpose.

The thought crossed my mind that maybe someone else had saved me,

“No way.”

It seemed extremely unlikely that there was anyone other than my father’s supposed colleague in this strange space.

As Arthur walked, anticipating whether he would be able to meet someone named Muyeon and wondering what kind of person he might be, before he knew it, sunlight began to appear, signaling the exit of the cave.

Arthur frowned at the sunlight he hadn’t seen in a long time and looked around to find Muyeon.

‘Uh… person?’

Fortunately, the person was found quickly.

Because on one edge of the summit, there was a large hill that jutted out all by itself. That’s where I was sitting.

To begin with, the peak of Seolsan Mountain felt mostly flat, but it was strange that I didn’t know about it because it was a terrain that was so noticeable.

“Excuse me..?”

Arthur approached him and cautiously called out to him.

The man who had been sitting stood up, turned his head, and looked at Arthur without saying a word.

‘Are you from the same hometown as your dad?’

Arthur looked at the man standing still and thought to himself.

Black hair like his own. And strangely similar appearance, I guess..

It was also reasonable to think that he would have similar origins to his father.

The important thing here is that Arthur had a face that naturally gave him a sense of trust.

‘But is that outfit okay?’

As I lowered my gaze from the man’s face, I saw an unfamiliar black outfit.

The problem was that even though it was thin, it looked too thin.

In the already cold north, it was impossible for Arthur to endure the cold wearing clothes like that.

‘If you’re at the level of a warrior’s comrade, don’t you feel the cold?’

I was thinking useless thoughts and looking away for a moment.

When Arthur looked forward again, the man was already in front of him.

“Uh, uh.. Hello..! Uh.. Is your name Muyeon..?”

“… Yeah.”

Could it be because I found the person I had been searching for so desperately?

Arthur felt his heart pounding.

The clock called change has started ticking.

* * *

The realm of the gods.

To put it simply, it can be said to be at an omnipotent level.

But this was a story of ignorance. Muyeon’s thoughts changed after he crossed the threshold of transcendence and indirectly experienced it.

‘He is terribly incompetent.’

The power that had become so strong that it could be called authority could not be used due to numerous restrictions.

Past and future. Observing destiny by finding the most feasible thread among the countless threads of destiny.

This was also meaningless. Although Muyeon was able to see a little bit of what he wanted, he couldn’t stay in this world to see everything.

Because the world didn’t allow it.

After all, in this world, God was a being that could do nothing.

Of course, there was a goddess who gave mysterious powers called ‘blessings’.

‘There must have been a price to pay.’

God is a being of balance.

If it had any influence on the present world in any way, it would have had to give something bigger to restore the balance that had been disrupted.

And what probably came out was-

battery.

It was almost certain that Muyeon had guessed.

Was the warrior who was loved by the goddess destined to die so meaninglessly?

It was more likely that he didn’t know at all than that he just watched.

It was a pity.

The judgment I made because I loved all humans ended up cutting off important flowers.

‘It’s a bleak dream.’

Recalling his old journey, Muyeon was lost in meditation for a long time.

What woke him up was an unfamiliar voice.

“Excuse me..? Uh, uh.. Hello..! Uh.. Is your name Muyeon..?”

“… Yeah.”

A boy with a clumsy appearance.

This was Muyeon’s first impression of Arthur.

It’s not that I don’t like it or anything.

It was just that he looked too sloppy to be of the warrior’s bloodline.

It was a natural assessment for Muyeon, who had only read the fate that Arthur would come here.

Because I had no idea what kind of life he had lived.

Just looking at the broken body like a shattered mirror, I can only guess that he has overcome hardships and lived in his own way.

Anyway, the past wasn’t really important.

For Muyeon, who had lived a life without people, the future and the present were most important.

Because I thought that the past that left regrets was a chain that hindered the present.

“Tell me why you came to see me, Son of the Warrior.”

Just one helping promised to the warrior.

And then, a child who inherited the warrior’s legacy appeared before my eyes.

Moo-yeon, who felt that the time had come to keep her promise, thought to herself.

I’ll tell you anything you want.

Even if it means the destruction of the world.

* * *

It was strange that she knew his true identity, but Arthur was slightly taken aback when Muyeon asked him straight to the point.

This is the first time we’ve had a proper conversation, and he asked as if he knew everything.

Arthur, who had just brushed it off as a person named Muyeon having a special ability, opened his mouth to answer.

“That’s…”

But these are words that don’t come out easily.

In a way, it was natural.

I wanted revenge, but I didn’t know what specifically to do.

‘If he’s my dad’s comrade, he must be strong, so should I ask him to kill me instead..?’

It was a thought that occurred to me in a split second, but I quickly erased it.

In the first place, there was no way he would do something like contract killing, and revenge was meaningless unless he did it with his own hands.

So now there was only one thing left to say from Arthur’s mouth.

“I want to become strong enough to kill the emperor who killed my father and mother.”

Arthur didn’t have high expectations as he said those words.

Rather than doubting the abilities of Muyeon, he was conscious of his own incompetence.

strength.

I don’t think I’ve ever been close to the word strength.

In simple terms, power comes from things like blessings, magic, and magical power.

Arthur, on the other hand, had none of these three.

I’ve started using magic powers recently though…

Time was of the essence.

In order for magical power to increase, the heart had to be strong, and only time could solve that.

So, no matter how great Muyeon was, Arthur thought there was no hope.

“Okay.”

The man named Muyeon answered very easily.

“I will make you strong enough that no one can ignore you.”

As if someone were granting me a trivial favor.

“Really? But unlike other people, I don’t have much magic power, and I’m weaker than average…”

Arthur, unable to believe the sweet words at face value, explained his condition.

Even though he was feeling a little shaky as he spoke, Arthur’s voice, which was becoming more and more emotional, only became more filled with resentment and moisture. It never stopped.

“I can’t even see with one eye, so I can’t measure distances.. I only have one hand, so I can’t even fight with strength..!”

“Stop.”

Arthur closed his mouth at the cold, smokeless voice and held his breath quietly.

“What you have to believe in is not the dozens of reasons why you can’t be strong, but the one reason why you have to be strong.”

Arthur bit his lip hard.

In fact, I knew everything. That in order to get revenge, I had to become stronger no matter what.

However, I secretly turned away and did whatever I was told to do.

Because I was afraid of failure.

Since I had never accomplished anything in my life, I was terribly afraid of failure.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to get stronger.

I’m afraid I might fail at revenge.

I’m afraid that at the last moment, everything I’ve achieved so far will be denied and my efforts will be betrayed.

“Let me tell you one thing, your father never ran away.”

I already knew this too.

Because I saw my father swinging his sword right up until his last moment.

“Decide. Will you walk the path of a loser who does not believe in himself? Or will you throw off your weakness and walk the path of a loser?”

Arthur, who had been listening to the story, stood still with his head bowed as tears burst out.

Muyeon, who was looking at Arthur like that, told him to go down the mountain if he still thought he couldn’t become stronger, and if he came to believe that he could become stronger, she told him to come into the cave and moved ahead.

Arthur, left alone, shed all his tears and clenched his fists as he made a pledge.

Today is the last day I cry, and I will live a life where I don’t run away anymore.

‘I will somehow become stronger and definitely get revenge..!’

Arthur, putting aside the fear in his heart, headed back into the cave with lighter steps.

And the aura of the smoke I met there was different from before, colder and sharper. As if telling me that I had to be poisoned in order to change.

“From now on, take me as your teacher. Then I will teach you ‘martial arts’ that will make you strong.”

“Yes.”

On this day.

Arthur killed his own weakness.