I Became the Hidden Chapter 127

The blade of the Black Iron Dark Night glinted indifferently as it headed for Tang Yuhwa's neck.

"Master..."

Just before the blade struck her neck.

"Kill... me..."

Tang Yuhwa's weak voice pierced Baek Yoonjun's ears.

Thinking rationally, since his current action was no different from those words, there should have been no particular agitation.

But the blade stopped.

No, to be precise, the word 'stopped' was a misnomer.

Because his left hand, which was not holding the sword, was tightly gripping the blade of the Black Iron Dark Night of its own accord.

'What is this? What are you doing?'

Baek Yoonjun coolly thought about why his hand was gripping the blade.

'Is there still pity left in me? No, such a thing does not exist.'

Baek Yoonjun tried to move his left arm, but his left arm was moving on its own, beyond his will.

It wasn't just his left arm.

Half of his body was moving on its own, beyond his will.

And.

-What are you doing? You crazy bastard!!

From the depths of his inner self, another voice was heard.

It was like the original voice of Baek Yoonjun, the incompetent and self-esteem-less Baek Yoonjun, before he had put on the lock.

'Why? It's normal for me to have no idle thoughts now, but it's as if my mind is divided.'

Baek Yoonjun quickly analyzed himself.

No matter how much he analyzed, the thought that came to him was that it was an impossible phenomenon.

"I... have to... die... for people... to live..."

In Baek Yoonjun's ears, Tang Yuhwa's voice continued to pierce.

The voice of Tang Yuhwa, who was continuously muttering, unable to even see her surroundings properly due to her bad condition.

A fine line appeared on Baek Yoonjun's cool face, which had not a single bit of emotion.

"Now, now... what are you doing...?"

A voice flowed from Baek Yoonjun's throat.

It was a voice full of emotion, with not a single bit of coolness.

The current cool Baek Yoonjun had, of course, never made such a voice.

"What is it?"

"What are you doing! I was trying to save the kid, and now you're trying to cut her down!!"

Baek Yoonjun realized what that voice was.

Himself, before he had put on the previous lock.

Although he and his previous self were definitely the same being, for some reason, they were confronting each other as if their minds were divided.

Two principles.

Inside Baek Yoonjun, two minds were divided and confronting each other.

Perhaps because the two minds were confronting each other in a deep mind-image, Baek Yoonjun's body stopped on the spot.

It was an appearance as if it had no life, as if only a shell existed.

And there was a being approaching him.

"I don't know what happened, but this is a chance."

The monk who had been tapping his own head as a wooden fish appeared from behind Baek Yoonjun, from who knows where.

On the monk's head, a skull was in place, and that skull was moving its mouth and spitting out words.

Sizzle.

The monk's body was also exposed to the fog, so it was melting in real time, but it didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

The monk's body took out a mirror from his bosom.

"It is called the Mirror of Karmic Retribution. It is a divine object of the Corpse King Temple that can copy your karma as it is."

The skull, which was on top of the monk's body, explained the object he had taken out as if teaching.

But since Baek Yoonjun was in a situation where his mind was divided and confronting, and Tang Yuhwa was dying from her own poison essence, there was no one who could hear the explanation.

The monk held the mirror in his bosom as if it were precious and made it reflect Baek Yoonjun.

Around that time, in the depths of Baek Yoonjun's mind-image, black and white were confronting each other.

"You crazy bastard!!"

The Baek Yoonjun in white swung his sword roughly with a very excited look.

"An inappropriate judgment for the situation, and an excited emotion that is of no use to the situation."

The Baek Yoonjun in black parried the sword repeatedly with a chillingly cold face.

Clang!

Since the two were the same being, their level of martial arts, the martial arts they used, and even their physical conditions were all the same.

The only difference was.

"Are you crazy?! It's Yuhwa! It's my disciple, Tang Yuhwa!!"

"Cutting her down was the most appropriate judgment now."

Clang!

As if in a play they had rehearsed, the two's combination matched perfectly without a single flaw, and they could not inflict even a speck of damage on each other.

And so, although it was a short time on the outside, a rather long time passed on the inside.

'This damn brat. There will be no end to this.'

'There will be no end to this.'

The thoughts of the two minds, which had been thinking opposite things, coincided for the first time.

And so, they, who had remembered that they were in a mind-image.

'This is a mind-image, so!'

'I can't use it in the present world, but I can use it now.'

They came to the same answer.

'The Heart Sword! To cut down this damn brat, I need the Heart Sword.'

'The same being as me. To destroy it, I will need the Heart Sword.'

The two thought of the Heart Sword at the same time.

Since this was a deep mind-image, there was no need to contemplate to use the Heart Sword.

The two stretched out their hands at the same time.

The Heart Sword was an intangible being that was in the mind-image.

Therefore, to grab the Heart Sword, that act alone was enough.

And.

"I got it."

"...I couldn't get it."

For some reason, the Heart Sword was only in the hands of the Baek Yoonjun in white.

Although it should have been intangible, perhaps because it was inside a mind-image, the Heart Sword, showing a strong presence, revealed itself in Baek Yoonjun's hand.

The Baek Yoonjun in white stabbed the Heart Sword towards the Baek Yoonjun in black.

"Die! You damn brat!!"

The Baek Yoonjun in black twisted his body and dodged the Heart Sword that was being stabbed towards him.

Slice.

But he could not dodge it completely.

This was the inside of a mind-image.

Because it was the Heart Sword itself.

"Is it impossible to dodge?"

The Baek Yoonjun in black quickly grasped the situation.

'It is impossible to dodge the Heart Sword. At best, since I am the owner of this mind-image, I only made what could have been a fatal blow a light blow.'

The Baek Yoonjun in black made the judgment that there was no chance of winning if this continued.

And so, as the two were confronting each other.

On the outside, the monk was reflecting Baek Yoonjun's body in the mirror and moving the skull.

"Mirror of Karma, reflect the shadow..."

As the mirror of karma reflects the shadow...

"Emptiness is form..."

The empty void becomes form.

"Borrowing the false to cultivate the true..."

Borrowing the false, to cultivate the true...

"Copying the body to replace the true!!"

As the monk's ominous chanting ended, the surface of the mirror shook, and black hands stretched out and attacked Baek Yoonjun's shadow.

And at the same time, in the depths of Baek Yoonjun's mind-image.

The Baek Yoonjun in black was dodging the Heart Sword and somehow avoiding a fatal wound.

'Why did the Heart Sword go to that thing and not me?'

And he analyzed the current situation.

'When I obtained the Heart Sword, I was definitely in a state of having put on a lock. It is the same now. But why can't I use the Heart Sword?'

The Baek Yoonjun in white rushed at the pondering Baek Yoonjun.

Slice.

Since he was thinking, his reaction was a little late.

A long cut was made on the chest of the Baek Yoonjun in black.

Although blood did not flow, perhaps because it was a clash in a mind-image.

'If this continues, I will be annihilated.'

The Baek Yoonjun in black observed his own state and made a definite answer to the current situation.

If this continued, there was no answer.

The only remaining path was to be cut down by the Baek Yoonjun in white and be annihilated.

To such a Baek Yoonjun in black, something unknown was captured.

Black hands that were struggling to push their way into the mind-image.

'I can't know its identity, but it seems to be the only escape route.'

As soon as the Baek Yoonjun in black finished his judgment, he threw his body towards the black hands.

"Where are you going!!"

The Baek Yoonjun in white followed him and stretched out the Heart Sword towards the Baek Yoonjun in black, but only a few of the numerous black hands were cut.

In the meantime, the Baek Yoonjun in black was engulfed by the numerous black hands and disappeared.

And on the outside.

"Success... I succeeded...!"

The monk, having confirmed the image of Baek Yoonjun clearly formed in the mirror, let out a voice full of joy and disappeared from the spot.

"Keuk..."

At the same time, Baek Yoonjun's figure collapsed.

"Damn it, what on earth is that black brat?"

Spitting out a curse, Baek Yoonjun crawled towards Tang Yuhwa.

Although he had definitely cut the black one, for some reason, his body was in excruciating pain where he had been cut, as if it had been assimilated with the black one's wound.

'It hurts like hell... But now is not the time to worry about such things.'

The state of Tang Yuhwa, who seemed as if her breath would be cut off at any moment.

'There's no time!'

A moment ago, there was at least a little leeway to think.

But now, if he didn't do something right away.

'Yuhwa will die.'

At that one thought, his mind went white.

Baek Yoonjun gritted his teeth, stood up, and hugged Tang Yuhwa with all his might.

"Keuheuk..."

Thanks to that, he was directly covered in the deadly poison that was being emitted from Tang Yuhwa's body.

A pain as if his flesh were burning and his whole body were being ravaged covered his entire body.

"All this poison... I will embrace it all. So... live... just stay alive..."

Baek Yoonjun received the poison essence that was being emitted from Tang Yuhwa with his body.

While doing so, he infiltrated the energy of the Heart Sword, which he had drawn up like internal energy, into Tang Yuhwa's insides.

Thanks to that, not only the external poison but also the poison inside Tang Yuhwa began to infiltrate Baek Yoonjun's body.

'Focus. Let's focus...'

In the dizzying pain that seemed as if he would lose his mind, Baek Yoonjun reached Tang Yuhwa's dantian, the Ten Thousand Poison Field.

In the Ten Thousand Poison Field, the poison essence had lost its control and was rampaging, trying to spread outwards like crazy.

'Jigeun...'

After pondering for a moment, Baek Yoonjun soon thought of a way.

'For now, I'll stop the poison from spreading outwards.'

Baek Yoonjun spread the energy of the Heart Sword that he had infiltrated into Tang Yuhwa's insides thinly and began to wrap it around the Ten Thousand Poison Field.

'This kid, her Ten Thousand Poison Field has become a mess.'

While doing so, he began to fix the Ten Thousand Poison Field inside Tang Yuhwa.

'It's not enough...'

Since the internal poison essence alone was not enough.

'Since there's poison all over the place... if I use that...'

He received the poison that had spread to the outside with his own body and used it to fix Tang Yuhwa's Ten Thousand Poison Field.

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Tang Yuhwa had lost consciousness and was wandering in a nightmare.

-It's your fault.

-You killed them.

At the countless phenomena of the nightmare, Tang Yuhwa was frustrated and suffering.

At that moment, a warm touch wrapped around Tang Yuhwa.

-It's okay. It'll be okay.

At the warm touch and the words of comfort, the surrounding nightmare melted.

"Ugh..."

Tang Yuhwa slowly opened her eyes.

"You brat... have you come to your senses..."

In front of Tang Yuhwa's eyes was Baek Yoonjun, who was smiling warmly as always.

However.

"Ma... ster... your body..."

Baek Yoonjun's condition was miserable.

His white robe, which should have been clean, was worn out and melted, and his body was blackishly dead, as if it had absorbed all sorts of poison.

Even in that state, Baek Yoonjun smiled with difficulty.

"Are you... okay... now?"

"Master..."

With her unmoving body, Tang Yuhwa struggled to raise her arm and push him away.

But Baek Yoonjun's body did not move at all, as if it were nailed to the spot.

"Master... get away... if you don't get away... your body, Master..."

"The treatment is not over yet..."

Only then could Tang Yuhwa know her own body's condition.

The Ten Thousand Poison Field, which she had not been able to control at all until a moment ago, was finding its place, and the poison essences were quietly finding their places.

Her body was also gradually regaining its vitality.

On the other hand, as Tang Yuhwa's condition improved, Baek Yoonjun's condition was becoming more and more miserable.

Tang Yuhwa could immediately know the reason for that.

To treat her.

So he was overexerting himself.

"Master... stop... stop..."

A single tear flowed from Tang Yuhwa's eyes.

Flailing her arms and legs, she tried to push Baek Yoonjun away somehow.

However, Baek Yoonjun did not budge and continued to treat Tang Yuhwa's body.

Thud.

From Baek Yoonjun's bosom, a comb fell.

'That comb is...'

Tang Yuhwa knew what that comb was.

The comb she had secretly combed her master's hair with and put in his bosom.

Baek Yoonjun struggled to pick up that comb and brought it to Tang Yuhwa's messy hair.

"You brat... you're a mess..."

Rustle. Rustle.

A rough but gentle touch slowly combed Tang Yuhwa's hair.

"The affairs of the world are bound to get tangled and twisted... but if you untangle them like this... it's over..."

At that warm touch, Tang Yuhwa's throat was choked, and she could only shed tears endlessly.

And so, after a very short and long combing.

"There are... many patients... in this place... go... as a doctor... do what you have to do..."

The hand that had been combing struggled to push Tang Yuhwa away.

"Ma... ster... sob... Master!!"

Shedding tears, Tang Yuhwa tried to approach Baek Yoonjun, but the hand that had pushed her away, although it had no strength, was firm, so she could not approach.

"Go..."

"Master...!"

"You're a doctor, aren't you..."

In the end, unable to win against the pushing hand, Tang Yuhwa stood up from her spot.

The surroundings, where the fog was gradually beginning to clear, were miserable.

In that place where what she had to do was clearly visible, Tang Yuhwa continued to look back at Baek Yoonjun with a gaze full of lingering attachment.

"Master... I'll be back soon..."

"Right... go and come back..."

Baek Yoonjun smiled with difficulty at Tang Yuhwa.

And as Tang Yuhwa's back grew distant.

Flump.

Baek Yoonjun's figure collapsed on the spot.