In “Heavenly Bright Moon,” Sahyung, the recurring boss during main, general, and special events, has become a wall of lamentation for beginners, even though seasoned players have tackled them without gear.
Especially, the Magic Heart dropped by Sahyung not only serves as a vital ingredient for potions but is also essential for creating good equipment, making everyone eager to take it down during events.
But why is it called the wall of lamentation?
With its bizarre and dirty patterns, off-beat attacks, and the minions it summons, beginners are truly ‘sliced’ apart with every phase change that alters attack properties.
Most experienced players tend to be kind to newcomers.
As such, the “Heavenly Bright Moon” gallery has numerous strategies created specifically for beginners.
Some players even recorded videos starting from character creation, showcasing how to tackle the game right from the beginning.
It’s no surprise that some have done this as Sayoon too.
In other words, if you have the basics down, taking on Sahyung isn’t impossible.
Doje possesses skills that overwhelmingly surpass those of Sayoon.
Therefore, knowing the method means taking down Sahyung isn’t out of reach.
“Sahyung does not die.”
“I know that.”
According to the lore, Sahyung cannot be killed. If defeated, it is sealed away again, only to break free and wreak havoc when the world descends into chaos.
Doje nodded lightly at my words.
“I fought against Gongki once.”
“Huh? Is that so?”
This was news to me! As I looked at Doje in surprise, he pondered for a moment before shaking his head.
“It’s not that interesting. It took quite a lot of effort to take it down.”
They say if you don’t know, you have to pay the price. Creatures like Sahyung can’t just be taken down by brute strength; without knowledge of strategies and proper preparation, even with Doje’s participation, it wouldn’t have been easy.
“At that time, I thought I could take it down alone… but it was impossible. I was arrogant, thinking I had reached the level of a superhero… but in the end, I just realized I still had a long way to go.”
I see. As I poured him another drink, he took it in one go and continued, as if regurgitating his words.
“Anyway, that became my Simma.”
I recalled when Doje had given me the Simhon-gyeong. He had aimed to overcome his Simma but failed.
Perhaps winning against Gongki was his way to surpass that inner conflict.
“Gongki…”
The quickest event to fight Gongki occurs during the Demon Cult’s raid event.
By defeating a certain number of Demon Cult members, one of the five great families of the Demon Cult awakens Gongki, and the goal of the event is to defeat Gongki while preventing the Demon Cult’s attack.
The purpose of this event was to leave.
But looking at the current situation, it seems the Demonic Sect is quite busy internally, so that event will probably be much later…
“According to the records, there are several ways to deal with the palace weapon, but they all require preparation. If you’d like, I can organize that for you.”
The Doje pondered in silence before letting out a bitter laugh.
“I see. In that case, I would like to think about it a bit more.”
I understood why the Doje was hesitant. Some want to strategize while others prefer to tackle things without a plan. Especially someone like the Doje, who has a strong sense of pride in themselves.
“My advice is simply that of a drinking buddy, so don’t feel too pressured.”
“Hmm…”
“You can’t save the world alone, can you? People form groups to tackle big things, right? And I might also consult with a drinking buddy when I have tough problems. Isn’t it just about helping each other out?”
The Doje, who had been quietly listening, chuckled.
“That’s quite a good thought.”
After finishing the last drink, the Doje went into the room I had prepared. A little while later, the sound of loud snoring was heard, and I went downstairs to tidy up.
After finishing the cleanup and heading to the office, the door of the room next to the office slightly opened.
“Did you finish all the alcohol?”
“Yes.”
“…Was it fun?”
“It wasn’t bad.”
The Sword Saint’s eyes twitched slightly. She hesitated for a moment and raised her hand.
“I, I think it would be fun for me too.”
She tried hard to appear confident, but anxiety was visible.
Seeing such a beauty like a Sword Saint act this way was quite entertaining in itself.
It seemed she had something prepared, so I decided to watch.
“Can you show me?”
“Um… here?”
“Let’s go to the office.”
I led the Sword Saint into the office. After seating her on the long chair and serving her tea, she hesitated before speaking.
“There’s a garden where I stay in the Hongseong clan.”
“Yes. I know.”
“Do you know why there are no flowers there?”
I have no idea about that.
As I looked at her, the Sword Saint puffed up proudly.
“If there were flowers, you wouldn’t be able to find me!”
“…..”
“So, I mean, it’s because I’m as pretty as a flower… um.”
As I kept silent, her shoulders drooped. With her head lowered, she glanced at me shyly.
“Not fun…?”
The Sword Saint’s face turned red. Ha ha. It’s amusing to see her like this.
“Well, then. How about something else…”
“I really think so. Let’s go to the flower garden together next time and check it out.”
Jolting. The Sword Saint, eyes wide like a scared rabbit, twitched her lips.
Her face flushed a bright red like a thousand-day plum blossom, and she smiled brightly, nodding her head repeatedly.
I offered her a teacup, and she took it, shivering slightly before taking a sip.
Once she calmed down a bit, she sighed and said,
“It always feels like I’m the only one tense when I talk to you.”
“I’m tense too.”
“…Really?”
I shrugged in response to her narrowed eyes. I live as if always walking on the edge of a blade.
“…Huh. And there’s one more thing I want to talk about.”
“Go ahead.”
“I’m not sure if your rising fame is all good.”
“I know.”
What I’m doing now is to increase my value.
High value always attracts greedy eyes.
Especially since many in this world believe that strength is everything.
There are even crazy guys like the Nameless Martial Arts who foolishly infiltrate Shaolin to steal the Great Transformation Order. Even if Hongseong claims to protect me, I can’t say there aren’t those who would try to take a shot at me.
But how can I achieve my goals without facing risks?
I’m prepared for this much and have also thought of countermeasures.
Furthermore, these kinds of things would help elevate my fame, so I must endure.
I smiled at the Sword Saint gazing at me.
“I’m not particularly worried.”
“Why?”
“Because there are many who protect me.”
At my answer, she stared at me blankly and then nodded.
“…Of course, I will protect you.”
Of course, it wouldn’t be just the Sword Saint. There’s Chaejin, Hongryeon, and the Murim Alliance. Even in Hyun, they would try to protect me.
“So please, don’t go to dangerous places alone.”
“Understood.”
Not that I planned on going anywhere alone anyway.
We chatted over tea. The Sword Saint tried to amuse me with a few jokes again, but they weren’t particularly funny.
However, her expression was cute, so I laughed, and she seemed quite proud of it.
“You look sleepy… how about calling it a night? We can work later.”
“Sounds good.”
I got up from my seat. The Sword Saint startled and quickly came to my side.
Then, she gently grabbed my arm, scratching it with her fingers while leaning her chest against me.
“Denda.”
“…Hehe.”
With a strangely satisfied expression, she briefly hooked her arm around mine and stepped out the door.
“Have good dreams.”
“Ah. Yes.”
As I nodded, she went back inside. The sound of laughter floated out, clearly bringing her joy.
As long as she’s happy.
The next morning arrived.
Though Chaejin was absent, I couldn’t skip my training, so just as I was about to start solo training…
The Sword Saint, having descended from above, sat on a long bench and watched me practice.
“Um.”
“If it’s all right, could you help me a bit?”
“Of course!”
With sparkling eyes, the Sword Saint came over and began assisting my training. As Chaejin’s taijiquan intertwined with the Sword Saint’s sword techniques, they repeatedly tangled and fell apart.
“I’m here!”
Hongryeon’s bright voice rang out. Realizing it was time to part ways, the Sword Saint visibly sulked and nodded.
“That kid. Here much earlier.”
That didn’t seem like something someone who arrived much earlier than expected should be saying.
But I kept quiet, knowing she’d sulk even more if I pointed it out.
“Well then, let’s meet again next time. And, um.”
Noticing Hongryeon approaching, she quietly asked me.
“Uh, um, were you excited yesterday?”
“I’m always excited.”
“…Puhuh.”
The Sword Saint looked rather pleased.
“Ah? Master. Is something good happening?”
“Uh-huh. By the way… Ryun, please take care of the back…”
She was about to say something but closed her mouth instead. Hongryeon did the same.
Both gazed intently at one side, and I found it puzzling.
“What’s going on?”
“Um…”
Slowly, Hongryeon placed her hand on the hilt of her sword. And after how long had I waited?
I saw five martial artists in black armor walking toward the inn entrance.
“…It’s the Black Stripe.”
The Black Stripe.
Possessing strength on par with the Heavenly Flower Palace Lord, handling a single spear with expertise, known as the Ghost Spear, they were a powerful faction led by the sect’s master.
Seeing the group in black uniforms approaching, the Sword Saint smirked.
“What brings the Black Stripe here?”
“We greet the Sword Saint.”
The woman at the front politely bowed before looking at me.
“I am Gyeong Eun of the Black Stripe.”
“Yu Wol.”
“Yes, nice to meet you. The reason we have come here is…”
She paused for a moment, then spoke seriously.
“Our Lord wishes to invite you, Yu Seonsaeng.”
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