episode_0155

I’m not quite ready for Transcendence yet, but I can’t let this opportunity pass me by.

“Nameless, engrave it in your eyes.”

“Wait, wait a minute… .”

I close my ears to ignore the nameless chatter.

I close my eyes to focus only on myself.

Maintain a straight posture without any deviation, so that others can see and learn.

“Use-”

He took a deep breath, holding the wooden sword in his hand.

Soon, a huge amount of magic energy begins to gather around me and a harsh wind blows.

It is not pure energy, but rather a magical energy that requires a lot of filtering. So, concentrate more than usual.

Pick up the wooden sword and pull it back.

Move your left leg one inch forward.

Move your right leg back five inches.

Expand the muscles that support my weight.

“Hoo… .”

After taking the pose I exhaled.

Soon, the massive amount of magic energy that had gathered around me was transformed into pure energy and released.

Accordingly, the rough wind begins to blow in the opposite direction, and the surrounding impurities lose their place to stand.

Tighten your shoulders a little more.

It does not block the waist from turning naturally.

-Koo-kung!

The building beneath my feet is crumbling.

But, not yet.

This is not enough.

There is no justification for cowardly actions that only involve stealing other people’s work.

We must do our best and show respect.

-bang!

Soon, the building that was supporting my feet begins to completely collapse.

Even though I had lost my ground to support myself, my posture remained unchanged. It was simply upright.

As the building collapses, a harsh, natural wind blows across my body.

The wind blew roughly as if trying to block me, trying to break my posture even a little.

The brows furrow.

My spirits start to waver because of the countless things that are holding me back.

But no action is taken.

Just let it flow.

I think this too will end someday.

Soon, time that had stopped begins to flow.

“Is it over already?”

He raises the corners of his lips and pulls his sword.

-Kugugugugugugugu!

The ground begins to shake as if an earthquake has occurred around me.

As if a violent typhoon was blowing, the hair and hems of the clothes were fluttering as if they were going to tear.

The energy is concentrated, layer upon layer, and to the extreme.

Soon, a deep, dark energy bursts out like a roar.

Even though the sky is falling.

Don’t break that shell.

I haven’t even been able to dig inside it.

I drew the ground with my left leg, my back twisted.

Naturally, the right leg faces forward, the shoulder turns, and the right arm goes forward.

The tip of the sword, touching the sky, begins to extend forward in a graceful line.

What I want to achieve is not the sky,

It must be the karma of a wicked person who has committed evil deeds.

I pray that at noon the sword of man may reach the heavens.

Step on the air with your right foot.

He expands the muscles in his left leg to support his body as it begins to be pushed by the wind.

After that, the body becomes twisted.

The right arm holding the sword, the shoulder, the waist.

Draw a neat straight line as if it were your own.

“Sigh-!”

The sword was extended.

The 5th form of the divine swordsmanship

The insignificant human sword advanced to pierce the body of a demon who had accumulated countless evil deeds.

-Kang!

The sword that came into contact with the crystal stopped without being able to penetrate the wall.

But I smiled with satisfaction.

Because the energy wrapped around the sword began to flow between the broken crystals in order to faithfully fulfill its role.

Absorption

Soon, the karma of the wicked will pour down on me.

I opened my eyes in ecstasy.

“Ha!”

The sky began to appear to me.

* * *

Anonymous let out a sigh as he looked at the numerous pictures spread out before his eyes.

“… What is all this?”

The anonymous man got up from his seat and began to step forward to examine the paintings.

The paintings, which had been divided into numerous branches, gradually began to decrease in number, until only two lines remained, guiding the nameless.

Among them, the pictures above were familiar to him.

“Master… .”

The nameless man began to walk along the pictures.

Inside, there was Cheonharang all over.

He could instinctively realize that he was nameless.

‘It’s my gaze.’

The image of the teacher that he saw.

Here is the world as I see it.

Nameless walked to the right again and slowly began to look at the paintings.

Among them, in the picture on the far right, the master, Cheon Ha-rang, reached the sky with a sword strike that he had never seen before.

A picture I don’t know.

I can only guess that ‘the Master outside, not here, must have done something.’

“As expected, the teacher is amazing.”

So much so that it’s questionable why he would take himself away.

I’m stuck in a place like this, unable to get out.

The nameless man, with a self-deprecating smile, began to take small steps forward.

The appearance of the pictures changes accordingly.

The teacher who plays a joke on me.

The teacher was caught secretly eating strawberries.

The teacher was embarrassed in front of many people.

Images of the Master being happy, embarrassed, anxious, sad, angry, and in pain.

“Ah.”

Anonymous had a small epiphany.

The master’s eyes were always turned towards him.

“I wasn’t the only one who looked at it.”

It turns out I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

Myeong-mu swallowed a little regret and continued to step forward and look at the paintings.

And then, the end began to appear.

The painting depicts the sky falling from beyond the Master.

“On this day….”

It was the day I first saw my teacher.

The anonymous man who smiled at him looked at the picture for a while and then moved his feet.

Because from here on out it will be important.

‘The picture is split in two.’

Anonymous began to look at his own paintings, having not met the Master.

And, those paintings always had red paints predominating.

First of all.

He saw a jackal. He was looking up at him with eyes full of fear.

He reached the Demon King’s Castle. And, when he took hold of his sword, he saw Lily, who admired him.

Soon, the sight of the village where his own flesh and blood had lost its life began to appear.

Afterwards, the nobleman who had killed his own flesh and blood was seen lying on the ground and shedding tears.

Red paint was added.

A warrior came there.

He looked embarrassed. However, he just chewed his lips as if he was angry.

He didn’t say anything to himself.

Given the circumstances, it seems as though they had no idea who the culprit was.

In the next chapter, the warrior and the saintess are looking at each other with gloomy expressions in the picture.

The subsequent paintings were consistent.

There were always warriors and saints, and their eyes were filled with deep despair.

Sometimes he would see people stained with red paint, but he never separated from them.

Could it be that I became their colleague here too?

As he looked at the pictures, Anonymous frowned with an inexplicable pain in his chest.

It was unpleasant.

I still haven’t met my teacher.

When on earth will we meet again?

Anonymous set out to find his master.

There are still many pictures left.

*

How long did it take? At some point, the red color did not disappear from the pictures even for a single moment.

And the saint who always smiled was shedding tears.

The always proud warrior knelt down.

In front of him was a man with huge horns.

‘That’s.’

This is the man I first saw in my teacher’s painting.

Given the circumstances, it seems like the warrior, the saint, and himself are the final targets.

I guess it’s the Demon King.

In the next chapter, the warrior was seen cutting down the man with a tear-stained smile.

Looking at the shape of his mouth, it seemed like he was saying, ‘It’s finally over.’

But that smile didn’t last long.

His own hand pierced Lucius’ heart.

At that, the nameless man frowned.

‘Did you kill the warrior?’

No, it must have been the man who occupied this image, not himself, who killed her.

“Tsk.”

But this did not happen.

Because he didn’t do it.

And, in his memories, the warriors and saints always smiled as they cut down their enemies.

“Next… .”

The nameless one took a step forward.

The pictures that followed were incredibly boring.

I was always sitting somewhere, and the scenery I saw never changed.

“… Is this the end?”

When such a question arose in the nameless mind.

The change has begun.

As his vision began to improve, he began to find himself in a place similar to this painting room.

And then, I saw the Master’s picture there.

“How on earth?”

Anonymous was curious.

Clearly, the pictures he sees are the past of a nameless person.

But isn’t the picture he’s looking at now his past?

‘How on earth do you see it…?’

Before the anonymous question was even resolved.

The nameless one’s left hand stretched out as if longing for it, and soon his vision began to change rapidly.

He, as seen in the picture, seemed to want to transcend, just as his master had done.

Since I had enough strength, I started training only to accumulate karma.

And then, the results of the training began to show.

The sky began to appear in the picture.

The nameless one, having reached that place, immediately ascended into the sky and began to do something.

There I found a little girl.

And then he reached out to the little girl.

The girl soon began to change into her familiar form and fell into the abyss.

“… What is this.”

The nameless man’s head was filled with questions.