episode_0084

The next day.

Last night, I went to the funeral with Soo-oh wearing the stiff cloth clothes that the Cheonmasingyo people had brought.

The location is not the main building of Cheonmasin Church. The funeral is held in the village extending west from the main building of Cheonmasin Church.

One thing that bothers me is that the Heavenly Palace Master, Gijacheon, hasn’t shown up to me for over a week.

When I saw his movements, I thought we would make contact at least once… … .

Is he timid or thoughtful?

Or, perhaps, he was heartbroken by the sight of the Heavenly Horse.

Even if someone else becomes stronger as a harvester, I wonder if they can defeat Cheonma.

If you have a strong desire to defeat the Heavenly Horse, you may be able to acquire the ability to win, but since everyone is old, they don’t take on the challenge.

You use your subordinates as experiments to see how strong they can become, right? If it’s for strength, you have to chew on poison.

Looking at the fact that he ended up submitting to Cheonma, my expectations are low.

As I was thinking about that, I somehow arrived at a village where a white cloth was draped across the houses. I could faintly hear sad music from afar. I just had to head towards the sound.

“First snow, what is this?”

Soo looked around and asked with a face that still seemed unsure.

“A decoration to commemorate the dead.”

I swallowed the words that it was to express my authority. Even I know that showing a child this harsh tragedy as reality is incompetence.

They failed to protect the children’s fantasies because they were not strong enough to protect them. If there is anyone who shows them that they need to know the world, they are an idiot.

You’re taking the ruins and using them as a blueprint for the future, hoping it’ll be a different world?

We show these people the reality, but they blame others for not following along.

To think that by putting ruins in a blueprint and a wonderful building will pop out of it is either unintelligent or wishful thinking.

But since people can’t possibly be unintelligent, they would only wish for a broken world. Then, they can exploit broken children who don’t know what to do to get what they want, right?

I won’t do that.

Because even if I show my children a beautiful future, I won’t lose my place when they grow up.

Those who lack power are afraid that their children will grow up and take their place. Only such people worry about their future and ruin the places where they live.

Hehehe.

I’ll look at the high points.

Wouldn’t it be nice if your harvester could do anything?

The harvester will live as he pleases, kill any enemies that stand in his way, and send me warmth.

I once imagined covering the whole world with harvesters, but I learned in the first world that that wasn’t possible.

So, to get a lot of warmth, you have to make a strong person.

If I could get the warmth of a dead creature from a bomb instead of a gun or a knife, I would have to turn the person who can press the button for the nuclear bomb into a harvester.

I can think of several ways to earn some warmth.

But there are many obstacles to overcome to get to that point.

Let’s take it one step at a time.

Because there is plenty of time.

With that thought in mind, I stood with Soo-oh in the same place where the Cheonmasingyo people were standing.

If you look around, there is no one who is sad at all. Instead, they are criticizing Jeon Yang in a very small voice.

It was a good thing that Cheonma’s concubine committed atrocities and died.

Why are they holding a funeral like this for that kind of guy?

I’d rather die than be alive.

I heard whispers like that throughout the funeral.

The funny thing is, no one is badmouthing Cheonma.

I wonder if they still have their survival instincts, because every time they curse at Jeon Yang, they look at Cheon Ma’s face.

If that’s the case, it would be better not to curse.

I covered Soo’s ears and went forward.

But if Cheonma is nearby, I don’t think I’ll hear any bad things.

So I made my way through the crowd and made my way to the funeral venue.

As you go forward, you will see the leaders of each party. Ahead of them, you will see a Cheonma dressed in pure white. The blue skin contrasts even more with the pure white clothing.

I don’t know if it’s because of the times or because there’s still a bit of yellow left, but it stands out the most here.

And in front of him, the head of the Wolje sect is wearing very cumbersome-looking clothes. He speaks a sentence that seems like a spell to pray for the soul of a person in the style of the Cheonmasingyo.

And when I entered the village, I discovered that the music I had been hearing was coming from the left and right sides of the coffin. I saw several people in Woljeongdang costumes holding instruments.

It features a mix of wind instruments, string instruments, and percussion instruments.

There’s music in this world too. I thought you wouldn’t be interested in it because you only fight.

Now is the time, the faded memory of the man says, and the sound is the foundation, shining brightly.

no.

What on earth is this obsession with wuxia?

Strictly speaking, it’s a mixture of various things, so there’s no guarantee that it will be exactly as we know it.

If that’s the case, Cheonma should have died last time. Then, Guseong Yong would have ascended to Cheonma’s position again, carried out his tyranny, and then died suddenly.

But it didn’t work out that way, did it?

So it’s not really worth it.

I’ve seen so many stories about people who mistakenly thought they knew the future and then fell into ruin, so I don’t understand why my memories aren’t connected to that.

I found myself irritated by the particularly noisy memories from the second world.

And Soo and I stood still and watched the long, long funeral.

The last way to go.

Since Cheonma remembered the faces of everyone around him, whenever their eyes met, he would raise Soo’s hand and shake it as well.

I’ve already gotten my face painted, so I’ve done the bare minimum.

I think it’s a bit unpleasant to attend a funeral where most people dislike the funeral.

This is probably the best funeral that Cheonma can do.

I stayed there until the meal was over, poking Soo, who was standing there with a bored expression. As soon as the meal was over, the people suddenly moved somewhere.

As you walk along the road, you can clearly see people who look like they were dragged there by force, throwing fake money made out of paper in front of Jeon Yang’s coffin.

I guess it’s the culture of this world.

I was worried because I didn’t have any coins, but they gave me coins so I could take them with me on the way.

So I followed the lead of the person in front of me and left the place that resembled an incense burner.

They don’t really serve food here.

Can we go back and have lunch and dinner?

While I was thinking like that, Soo grabbed the hem of my clothes a few times.

“What’s going on?”

Soo-oh stretched out his hand and pointed somewhere. I looked at him with his eyes.

I see a place that sells food.

Of course, even though it’s called food, it’s not a place that sells meals, but a place that sells fruit cut up and as a snack. Well, since I came in the morning and stood there until well past lunchtime, I was understandably hungry.

The problem is that I don’t have any currency.

Of course I know the currency used in this world, but I don’t have any money.

“Give me!”

I should be happy to see him acting like a child.

Hmm.

“Sorry, I don’t have any money.”

“Cho Seol is an amazing person?”

Does it look like that? But all I can do is run away when someone hits me or break a glass bottle.

When I think of the pleasure I felt when the glass bottle broke, I want to do it again.

Still, it’s okay.

I can handle it.

If this continues a few times, I honestly think it could be dangerous.

Rather than drawing the future, I think I’d rather destroy the world for the present.

I’m sure that if anyone finds out what I’m doing, it’ll be harder for me to get to the other world.

So, you must not do anything that will break the world. Even if it means being kicked out of this world.

I can crush the world with my weight, but if the world doesn’t call me, I can’t get there.

You have to look up from under the water.

If you foolishly destroy the world and reap its warmth right away, you will never be able to go back into the world.

Just like we have done so far, bear with it, bear with it, and bear with it again.

If you deliberately increase the emotions you are feeling now in order to endure them.

yes.

I’m so embarrassed.

I don’t have money to buy anything for my child! I’m sorry I’m incompetent!

I held Soo’s hand tightly.

“If you earn money, Soo will buy it for you.”

Ah. Soo’s face changed into an expression that looked like he was about to cry.

No, that. What should I do?

“Okay, take it.”

When I turned my head to see what was going on, the man selling fruit was giggling and handing Soo a small piece of fruit.

“We can’t buy it.”

“It’s okay. I think business is ruined today anyway. Alcohol will sell better than this fruit. You guys eat the ones that have already been peeled, because I’ll have to throw them away if I leave them like this.”

As he spoke, the man glanced at the funeral procession taking place.

indeed.

It’s a bad feeling to hold a funeral for someone who’s happy to be dead.

I stood up from my seat. Then I grabbed Soo-oh’s head, who was laughing and putting sugar in his mouth, and bowed down with him.

“Thank you.”

“It’s okay. Are you my sister? I haven’t seen your face around here before.”

“I started living in the north a while ago.”

The man’s expression hardened at my words.

“There? There’s probably no one living there anymore, right? And I’ve never seen kids like you in that town.”

I looked at the man. His skin was heavily tanned, his arms and legs were deeply scarred, his feet were badly swollen, and his fingers were missing several joints.

I have a rough idea of what position this person holds.

He’s from a marginalized class. Judging from his speech, he must have been living in that ruined village.

A person who has lost something precious and is trying to live somehow is valuable. I was thinking of putting it off for a little while longer, but this is a good opportunity.

I pointed to the wound.

“It’s an old wound.”

“Huh? Yeah. Right. I survived that day.”

The man scratches his head with a disgusted expression. The joints of his other hand are swollen. I looked at Soo, who was happily putting fruit in his mouth.

And then she looked at the man and said,

There is a reason.

What’s needed is easy-to-understand presentation.

“I received your goodwill. So I will return it to you in the contract. If you want a better reality, answer my question.”

It may seem like I’m returning goodwill with goodwill, but in reality, I’m not tying up men with goodwill.

Quite the opposite. People with good intentions are bound to be met with evil, right?

“I’ll give myself to you, but later, when you’ve finished everything, I’ll take everything you have. How about that?”

The man blinked and looked at me with an expression that seemed like he didn’t understand what I was saying, then when I held out my hand, he took it with a sheepish expression.

“Okay. Can I just answer like that?”

Yes, that’s enough.

The man’s face cracked open, and soon pure white skin burst out from within. And his hair turned purple.

I raised my hand so that people around me could see it.

A man who had no fingers until just a moment ago has grown fingers again.

“Yes. Congratulations on your recovery. This is a return of the favor you gave me.”

But what was returned was not good intentions but malice.

The man looked at me with a blank expression, then slowly pulled his hand away and touched his own hand several times. Then, after confirming that the other hand was also clean, he bowed and put his head on the floor.

“Thank you, Lady!”

Not only that, I see people bowing their heads when they see me. I look at them and laugh.

Hehehe.

It’s time to expand your influence.