The Sword Demoness did not believe the Demonic Brain's words.
She just accepted that the Demonic Brain had changed.
And this change was not that important to her.
Only one thing was important.
The words that she could beco stronger than she was now.
And for that, she had to go to Botaam.
The Sword Demoness asked.
"If I go, can I really beco stronger?"
If you are weak, you will be taken from.
This was a truth of life that the Sword Demoness had learned firsthand.
The Sword Demoness no longer wanted to have precious things taken from her in life.
The Demonic Brain answered.
"Of course."
"Alright, I'll go. What do I have to do?"
***
Yoo Su-a had been sitting still in the lotus position in the training ground for several days, without drinking any water.
In her mind, the Gansu Province battle was being replayed.
A fierce battle was taking place around her.
The scorching sun was moderately hot.
The blowing wind was sticky with a mixture of killing intent and fighting spirit, and the sll of blood was strong.
The texture of the ground was muddy, soaked with blood.
And in front of her stood a white-haired man who resembled her senior brother.
It was an encounter that had already happened over a hundred tis.
Yoo Su-a moved.
The white-haired man also moved to face her.
Then, frost slowly fell upon her arm.
Her movents slowed down.
An ice flower was blooming at the tip of her sword.
Her sword speed slowed down.
This too was an experience she had faced for the hundredth ti.
The white-haired man dodged her sword again this ti.
With this, the situation was over.
Yoo Su-a opened her eyes.
And the mont she was about to close her eyes again, soone was approaching her from the entrance of the training ground.
If it had been soone else, Yoo Su-a would have just ignored them and focused on her training again, but she could not ignore the person who was coming now.
Because she was the only being in the Demonic Cult with whom she had shared her heart after her senior brother had left.
"Seryeong unni."
"Su-a."
Normally, the Sword Demoness would call her Young Lord unless she gave permission. That was no different even in private.
But now, the Sword Demoness was calling her familiarly first.
Yoo Su-a felt her sunken mood lift just a little, feeling that the distance between her and Murong Seryeong had beco closer.
Yoo Su-a got up from the spot she had been sitting on for several days and thought about at least drinking so tea, if not the als she had not eaten.
But at Murong Seryeong's following words, Yoo Su-a could no longer continue her thoughts.
"I think I have to leave the Demonic Cult for a while. It might be for a long ti."
"W-what do you an?"
After her senior brother disappeared, the only person in the Demonic Cult with whom she had shared her feelings was Murong Seryeong.
When she thought about her disappearing from the Demonic Cult, Yoo Su-a felt her excited heart sink again with a sense of loss.
As if she were sinking into the deep sea.
It felt as if a huge pressure was pressing down on her whole body.
She was sinking deeper and deeper.
Murong Seryeong's words continued.
"Su-a, you must have felt a certain degree of powerlessness in the Gansu Province battle. And I am weaker than you."
Murong Seryeong could be said to be strong enough. It was already ridiculous that she had snatched the position of an elder of the Demonic Cult at the age of twenty.
But when she recalled the Gansu Province battle, there was a sense of inadequacy.
She wanted to deny it, but there was nothing wrong with her words.
"I can't go any further in the Demonic Cult. So I've decided to go to Botaam."
Yoo Su-a felt that this whole situation was happening because she was lacking.
If only she had completely subdued the white-haired man at that ti...
If only she had stopped the Heavenly Maiden of the Orthodox Faction...
If only she had figured out the Chaotic Heavenly Society's plot and blocked it in advance...
If only she had the power to change all those situations, the result would have been different.
And the reality she was facing now was surely a punishnt for not being able to do so in the past.
"I ca to tell you that."
"I see."
Yoo Su-a understood Murong Seryeong's desire to beco stronger better than anyone else.
All she could do was just accept it.
Because she was weak.
She couldn't hold on to Murong Seryeong.
At this mont, Yoo Su-a was swept away by an extre sense of self-loathing.
Although those around her had praised her as a genius, a Young Lord, and what not, in the end, there was nothing she could do.
Nothing had changed from the past.
She had let her father go.
And her only remaining family in the world, her senior brother, she had also let go in vain.
And now, the sa situation was happening again.
Yoo Su-a bit her lip.
The tallic sll of blood rose.
"Then, take care."
Murong Seryeong, who had spoken briefly, left.
Yoo Su-a was alone again.
A terrible sense of loneliness, where not a single ray of light entered, washed over her.
Yoo Su-a closed her eyes.
And the pupils of Yoo Su-a, when she opened them again, were stained a dull color.
All that ca to her mind was that she had to beco stronger than she was now.
All these situations were miserable results that ca from being weak.
She had to beco stronger than the white-haired man.
She had to beco stronger than the Heavenly Maiden of the Orthodox Faction.
Yoo Su-a had nothing left now. There was nothing more to lose.
All the things she had cherished in this world had left her.
"The Chaotic Heavenly Society, which has taken away all my precious things. I will definitely find you and kill you!"
Her hesitation disappeared.
The first target was the white-haired man who had shown himself in the Gansu Province battle.
Just then, a man ca to find Yoo Su-a.
She didn't know since when he had been there.
However, Yoo Su-a, seeing the man's identity, took it for granted that the man was here.
Because he was one of the beings who could freely enter and leave the Young Lord's hall among the many people in the Demonic Cult.
"Do you want to beco stronger?"
The man asked as if he had heard her monologue.
Yoo Su-a, although not usually, thought that the man's smiling face at this mont resembled a rat.
"Yes."
The man, the forr commander of the Heavenly Demon Guards and the current second elder, said.
"I have a very good thod. However, it may be dangerous."
"I don't care. If I can beco stronger, I can even sell my soul."
Grin.
The rat-like smile deepened.
"Then, please follow . I will give you power, little fire of the Demonic Cult."
***
The training ground of the Namgung family's annex.
Namgung Mu-gwang was now facing his first older brother.
His first visit had been harshly rejected.
His first older brother had swung his sword at him without a word. In the illusion that it was like a lightning strike, he could do nothing and just closed his eyes tightly.
-You are still pathetic, youngest.
His first older brother, seeing him like that, passed by as if he had no lingering feelings.
He could not look back at his first older brother, nor could he hold on to him.
The reason was that he was too shabby compared to his first older brother, but also because his wet pants seed to tell the miserable reality too clearly.
And today, he was on his way to et his first older brother again.
"Fuck."
He thought, is this right?
He wondered if anything would change just because he was doing this.
Should I just give up here... he had thought countless tis, but he no longer wanted to live as before. He didn't want to live like trash.
And this was an intuition he had developed while living as a ruffian, but if he avoided it here, he felt that he would never be able to return from being a ruffian.
Even if his life so far was unavoidable.
He wanted to turn it back now.
Soone might see him like this and say it's already too late. Nevertheless, he wanted to change now.
He didn't want to live like trash anymore.
"You've co, youngest."
When he entered the training ground, his first older brother was training again today.
His firm muscles, in contrast to his own sagging flesh, made the viewer admire.
Although that made him feel more miserable, this was a natural result.
Because while he was playing around like a ruffian, his first older brother had trained himself countless tis.
Perhaps since his first older brother had entered the Transformation Realm early, he might have even undergone a bone and marrow washing.
"Are you envious? For your information, I haven't undergone a bone and marrow washing."
At the reaction as if he had read his thoughts, Namgung Mu-gwang's surprised expression was on his face.
His first older brother, seeing Namgung Mu-gwang like that, clicked his tongue. As if he had seen sothing he shouldn't have.
Swoosh. His first older brother, raising his sword, aims it at him.
"Youngest, I believe I told you before. If you disturb my training, I will not forgive you, even if you are my youngest brother."
From the mont the tip of the sword was aid, his body tingled as if an electric current was flowing through it.
Flinch.
His body naturally cowered.
Seeing that, his first older brother clicked his tongue again.
"Tsk, tsk. How pathetic. Just die."
Flash.
A bright light filled his vision.
The engraved fear struck his brain.
Will I dodge it!
As I have done until now!
'No!'
Glare!
Namgung Mu-gwang acted out of spite. He did not close his eyes, but forced them open and looked straight ahead.
His vision was filled with light.
When he looked a little more closely, what he had thought was light was a sword.
And although the sword was clearly thin and not that large, strangely, the sword he was seeing in his vision was so large that it filled his entire vision.
It was a sight he had never seen before in his life.
He had no thoughts of having to block it or dodge it.
No! He just couldn't think of anything.
The mont he faced it, nothing but death ca to mind.
'I'm going to die.'
There is a saying that life is a series of choices.
In the past, he had only run away until now.
The first start was for a very simple reason.
I don't want to go to training today.
Isn't it okay to skip just one day?
Skipping once beca twice.
Twice beca three tis. And after passing three tis, he no longer sought the training ground.
If he hadn't run away that day, would his current self not be so shabby?
If he had worked as hard as his second older brother, wouldn't he have a more dignified appearance in front of this sword?
He had already regretted it countless tis.
All he had realized so far was that regret never finds an answer.
If he were to run away again here, he would never be able to stand in this place again, just as he had in the past.
Therefore, he faced it.
His whole body trembled at the sword that filled his pupils.
A cold sweat ran down his face in fear, and his teeth chattered endlessly as if they would break in fear, but he did not look away.
The only good thing was that he hadn't wet his pants today.
It was no comfort at all.
The approaching sword did not stop.
Although he wanted to close his eyes and run away right away, Namgung Mu-gwang did not.
He opened his eyes wide and put strength into them.
Even if he were to die here, he did not want to avoid this mont.
When the sword ca so close that it touched his pupils and he could clearly feel the cold,
The sword stopped.
"I like you a little today, youngest."
The sword was withdrawn. Behind it, he could see his first older brother picking up the clothes that had been thrown on the floor.
His first older brother, who had casually slung his clothes over his shoulder, passed by him again this ti.
And he could do nothing again this ti.
However, sothing had changed.
"Youngest, what are you doing?"
"Yes?"
"Let's have a cup of tea together, just the two of us, for the first ti in a while."
Namgung Mu-gwang answered imdiately.
"Really?"
"Have you ever seen say sothing I don't an? Co quickly."
"Yes! Older brother!"
It was a very small change.
It wasn't that he had beco stronger or anything.
But Namgung Mu-gwang's intuition was telling him. That this change today would be a major turning point in his life.
"Older brother."
"Yes."
"What was that sword art just now?"
"Youngest."
"Yes, older brother."
"Don't get too carried away. If you don't want to get beaten up."
As expected, it seed he couldn't get along with that bastard.
"Answer."
"Yes."
(End of Chapter)
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