Chapter: 467
I walked for a while with unsteady legs.
A body that felt like it might collapse at any moment.
Every time I took a step, I gasped for breath.
With my dantian empty and my body at its limit, every movement felt unbearably heavy.
Still, I couldn’t stop walking.
Crunch.
Stepping on the withered leaves, the Demon Sword Master pressed on.
“Haa… haa.”
My breath was reaching the top of my throat. I felt like I would crumple to the ground if I relaxed even for a moment.
I forced myself to endure and kept walking.
There wasn’t much time left.
Even if I fell, I had to fall there. With that resolve, the Demon Sword Master continued onward.
Finally, I reached my destination.
“…!”
The moment I arrived, the Demon Sword Master unconsciously halted.
It was just an ordinary plain with nothing special, yet the heavy atmosphere here was suffocating.
What is this?
What on earth happened to create such an aura spread around?
The Demon Sword Master brushed a hand against her dantian.
Perhaps stirred by the energy, she felt a slight tremor in her lower abdomen.
She glanced around.
She was checking if there was a Heavenly being present.
‘…where…?’
Just a moment ago, I felt the presence of a Heavenly Deity, but no matter how much I searched, I couldn’t see anyone like that.
I considered broadening my perception, but I didn’t have the will to attempt it.
Then suddenly…
“…Ah.”
Sighing upon seeing something in the distance, the Demon Sword Master leaned forward.
She spotted a human figure sitting on a rock.
The silhouette, blackened as if shrouded in shadow, seemed oddly out of place for a human.
The Demon Sword Master knew.
She understood the identity of that shadow.
She ran.
Her legs, barely able to walk, gained sudden strength at the sight.
As she approached, the figure turned its head toward the Demon Sword Master.
“Hmm.”
Upon confirming this, she instinctively came to a halt right in front of him.
Something felt different.
Even if the appearance has changed, that wasn’t what mattered.
It didn’t matter how the appearance had changed.
Yet…
“…Who…are…you…?”
The Demon Sword Master knew.
That figure was not the person she had been searching for.
Inyoung tilted her head for a moment at the Demon Sword Master’s attitude.
“Oh.”
With a short exclamation, Inyoung continued.
“I was wondering who it could be, and it turned out to be that brat’s tail.”
“…?”
The unexpected words made the Demon Sword Master’s eyes widen.
Tail…?
“Hmm.”
Inyoung seemed unconcerned with the reaction, bobbing her head up and down as she inspected the Demon Sword Master’s physique.
“…Oh.”
Then she gasped in surprise.
“You’re much better.”
“…”
The Demon Sword Master couldn’t grasp the reaction.
What was supposed to be better?
Snap.
She drew her sword.
“…Where did he go…?”
Even calling it a sword, it was merely a neuron.
She could not draw any blade without confidence.
If necessary, the Demon Sword Master was willing to pull out even the innate spirit.
“…”
Inyoung, noticing the neuron, entered into a moment of silence before speaking up.
“Let me ask you one thing.”
She directed her question to the Demon Sword Master.
“Is there a name inside?”
“…!”
Hearing the question, the Demon Sword Master’s eyes widened.
She was startled by the name that had slipped from Inyoung’s lips.
“Ho—How?”
Without realizing it, she mistakenly blurted out an answer.
She never imagined hearing that name from anyone else.
“…So it’s true. He really is there.”
The voice that floated through the air was laced with confusion and a deep sense of longing.
“Oh my, didn’t he say anything to me?”
“…”
In response to Shincheol’s inquiry, the Demon Sword Master tightened her grip on the neuron.
[…]
Normally, there should have been some words to be heard, but for some reason, the neuron remained silent.
That silence felt overwhelmingly uncomfortable.
“…Who are you?”
Her hostility had ebbed away.
For some reason, this individual didn’t feel like an enemy.
And generally, that kind of intuition was never wrong.
“If you ask who I am…”
Shincheol propped his chin on his hand, pondering for a moment before casually replying.
“A remnant of the past. That’s all.”
“…”
“Don’t worry, he’s fine.”
Waving his hand dismissively, the tension in the Demon Sword Master’s body eased slightly.
Ironically, those words offered a strange sense of relief.
Shincheol, watching the Demon Sword Master, couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.
‘A woman’s luck is annoyingly great.’
He knew this world wasn’t where Gu Yangcheon originally belonged.
Moreover, he was aware that it wasn’t even in the timeline he was observing.
So many things were different.
Yet the way this girl looked at that guy remained unchanged.
Even if the worlds and times were different.
How could that be?
‘That rotten kid.’
Regardless, it didn’t sit well with him.
What was curious, however, was how that child recognized this guy without any hesitation.
Shincheol quietly swept his chest.
Thump… thump….
He still felt vibrations within his body.
‘…’
While he didn’t fully understand what was happening internally, he knew something was amiss.
‘Get through it.’
In such a situation, that was all Shincheol could say.
He didn’t know what changes might occur once this vibration ceased.
All that he could wish for was that Gu Yangcheon would come through this.
Furthermore…
‘You can do it.’
He believed in Gu Yangcheon’s ability to overcome it.
That guy had a perplexing personality, making him sound like a madman.
But at least, he didn’t think this was where he would meet his end.
“Oh, hey.”
Shincheol called out to Mageomhu.
The moment Mageomhu lifted her head in response to the call…
Stumble—!
Shincheol swayed as his body began to collapse.
Startled, the Demon Sword Master swiftly wrapped her arms around him.
For no particular reason.
She didn’t really care about a being she knew so little about.
She embraced him without hesitation, as it mattered whose body it was.
Fortunately, he didn’t smell bad.
On the contrary, there was a faint floral fragrance. A floral scent? How peculiar.
Shincheol, cradled in the arms of the Demon Sword Master, shut his weary eyes and said,
“Just a moment, please.”
Now he had reached his limit.
He could no longer maintain his physical state, so he requested her to handle the situation.
Originally, he wanted to hold out until Gu Yangcheon awakened, if possible.
‘It’s the limit.’
He had to close his eyes now.
As Shincheol nestled in the Demon Sword Master’s embrace, he softly murmured…
“…Myung-ah.”
He called out his friend’s name in a gentle voice.
[…]
At that, the neuron gripped in the hand of the Demon Sword Master trembled slightly.
“Are you there, Myung-ah?”
[…]
The vibrations continued.
Feeling this, the Demon Sword Master sensed a strange aura.
In this situation, the person who should have spoken seemed oddly quiet.
“If you are there, listen carefully.”
As if it didn’t matter whether she was listening or not,
Shincheol smiled as he continued.
“Seeing your descendant wielding a sword, what a sight!”
[…!]
At Shincheol’s words, the neuron suddenly began to cry out in distress.
Did it feel the vibrations?
Shincheol chuckled softly.
“If I were you, I’d be so embarrassed I’d bury my face in a dung bucket.”
[That bastard…]
“He looks magnificent. Hehe. Quite the charmer, that one.”
He spat out a few more words as if in astonishment before closing his eyes.
After that, a tremendous roar filled the ears of the Demon Sword Master.
Just as she was about to toss the neuron away due to the din…
[…Pull it out.]
A voice brimming with rage addressed the Demon Sword Master.
[…I’m telling you to pull it out right now and kill this guy…!]
“…”
It was the angriest voice she had ever heard.
Yet, the Demon Sword Master did her utmost to ignore it.
She was too preoccupied with comforting the fallen body to pay attention.
“…”
The figure, shrouded in darkness, obscured any glimpse of its original face.
How did it come to this?
What transpired for this to happen?
The Demon Sword Master gazed with a somewhat sympathetic expression.
Crunch.
“…!”
In that instant, something fell away from her body.
A black shell-like substance dropped off.
The shell fluttered to the ground before vanishing without a trace. Witnessing this strange occurrence, the Demon Sword Master quickly evaluated the situation.
“…”
It was not just one.
The dark energy enveloping her body was gradually being torn apart.
Cracks began to extend across the surface.
In a moment of panic, the Demon Sword Master quickly embraced the figure, fearing it might break at any second.
Wrapping both arms around the back proved a tight hold.
Vibrating… vibrating… vibrating…
The body suddenly shuddered violently.
Yet, that wasn’t all.
Whoosh-!!
The shell shattered, and flames surged forth from the newly exposed space.
Though it would have been natural to step back from such heat, the Demon Sword Master simply hugged tighter, paying the blaze no mind.
The flames were bright and grand but not at all hot.
Please, let nothing happen.
With a silent prayer, the Demon Sword Master added more strength to her embrace.
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