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Confucius did not talk about strange strange rebellious and ghostly spirits.
[A god with great strength and power]
Analects of Confucius (論語) Sul-i (述而)
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-Rarrrr!
The heat is hot.
A building burning before your eyes.
The inside and outside of the building were in chaos.
“Aaaah!”
“Help me!”
People running wild in a hot fire.
As I looked at them I held a sickle wet with something in my hand.
The sight of the scythe used to cut the herbs soaked in blood was truly horrifying.
“Aaaahhh.”
“Help me too!”
People who ran out of a building covered in flames rolled on the floor like crazy to put out the fire on their bodies.
However there was no way the flame that had already covered his entire body could be easily extinguished.
They died in pain as their flesh burned.
Even though it was a terrible sight I did not feel the slightest sense of guilt.
no. I don’t even know what guilt is.
[Cluck cluck… Make a promise.]
[What do you mean?]
[I will never reveal your true nature…]
[…grandfather.]
[Did this teacher teach you that much!]
[….All right.]
The pact I made with my grandfather before he passed away continues to linger in my mind.
However that promise was not kept.
No it would be right to say that it was a promise that could not be kept.
‘sorry. grandfather.’
I can’t stop this until I find ‘the guy’ who made my grandfather so horrible.
Even if the end is the reality that my grandfather was worried about.
The more I see blood the harder it is to control myself.
What kind of expression am I making right now?
I could tell that the corners of my mouth were twitching even as I looked at this cruel scene of burning flesh and blood.
This was clearly a feeling of joy.
‘original nature…’
Is evil really my nature?
At least I am lighter than the person my grandfather taught me to be.
It feels like being free from shackles.
“Whoa.”
I guess it’s good.
Thanks to the smell of blood I feel refreshed and am getting closer to finding a clue about the ‘bastard’.
Now I just have to deal with all the survivors and go.
He took a scythe and walked towards the few survivors.
As I walked one step at a time they were looking at me with eyes full of fear.
The fear didn’t seem too bad.
Should I say that it tickles the murderous intent even more?
-Jump!
As I took steps again someone who was scared shouted at me.
“You’re a brat!”
A ghost that kills you…..
It’s a nickname that came about while following the guy’s traces.
I killed everyone I thought had anything to do with him and before I knew it people were calling me an idiot.
It is said that it is called that because of the traces of the scythe left on the dead body and it seems that it has gained notoriety either knowingly or unknowingly.
In just one month.
It seems that it is because it touches on slightly larger villages unlike the mountain villages.
Thanks to you I learned a good lesson.
‘I’ll have to burn it all.’
So as not to leave unnecessary traces on the body.
no.
Wouldn’t it be better not to use the scythe?
Eh I don’t know. Let’s think about it later and kill them all first.
-Poof!
I raised my scythe towards the survivor crawling on the floor.
“Hi!”
Then the survivor shrank back with a pale face.
Either way I have a scythe
-puck!
“Oops!”
Something hit my abdomen and my body was thrown backwards with tremendous force.
Even after rolling on the floor several times the strength did not go away.
After rolling for a while I finally stopped but the strange force that turned my stomach made me vomit.
“Kwaek.”
-Waaaaaa!
While I was throwing up I heard cheering.
It seemed to be the shouts of terrified survivors.
Although I was still nauseous and my entire body was weak I lifted my head with difficulty.
‘What on earth?’
While I was puzzled I saw someone raising their hand.
He was reciprocating the cheers of the people as if he were a hero.
Then he shouted excitedly.
“As expected you are so condescending. “You can’t believe you can withstand Samsung’s efforts.”
‘Samsung Aerodynamics?’
What on earth are you talking about?
The only thing I could understand from what this person was saying was the title “Gumsalgwi.”
“Cough…cough….”
I forced myself to refrain from vomiting.
I don’t know what the identity of this person in front of me is but one thing is certain: he is dangerous.
I try to force my body up but my feet and legs have no strength.
“Now that evil deed is over. “You’re so condescending!”
The person walked slowly towards me.
‘It’s dangerous.’
I gritted my teeth.
If you can’t move your body your life may be in danger…
-Sureuk!
‘!?’
what?
He seemed to be walking slowly but before I knew it he was standing in front of me.
‘Quick.’
How can people move so fast?
It was beyond absurd.
“hmm.”
The middle-aged man let out a groan.
I didn’t know it when he was away but he had a long scar above his left eyebrow.
In his right hand he held a sword as black as if it had been burned and its sharpness was unusual.
‘I have to get away.’
All my senses were on alert.
No matter how hard I struggle I can’t do anything about this person.
At that time the middle-aged man spoke quietly with a cold face that was quite different from before.
“I wondered what kind of guy was prying around but he turned out to be a teenage kid who hadn’t even gotten off his wet odor yet.”
I feel like a completely different person.
But something else caught his ear.
‘Dig in the back?’
Then this person…
-Whoosh!
“Keck!”
Before I could think or do anything the man grabbed my neck.
Even though I am seventeen my body is no different from the height of an average adult male.
But I was holding it too lightly.
I looked at the back of his hand and wrist and saw no changes in the muscles.
But how did you lift me like a feather like this?
As she looked puzzled the man frowned at her.
“You…you haven’t learned martial arts.”
“What….Ball?”
“You don’t even know what martial arts is? under!”
The man was surprised.
What exactly is martial arts that makes you react like this?
“Interesting. “A guy who hasn’t even learned martial arts is still alive even after getting hit by the boss…”
“Kekkeek what on earth are you talking about…..”
-Poof!
“Huh!”
My abdomen feels hot.
Before I knew it its black blade had pierced my abdomen.
The man laughed bitterly and spoke in a murderous voice.
“There will be no regrets if we kill him now.”
-Sooo! Sigh!
“Oops!”
As soon as I pulled out the sword stuck in my abdomen he stabbed me in the left chest.
As the sword penetrated his chest he suffered tremendous pain and blood spurted down his throat.
“Why are you going out and urging people to do something when you could have lived quietly?”
“Hak…Hak…”
He threw me on the floor as I gaped at him.
Then he turned around raised his black sword and shouted.
“This is the end of your evil deeds. “Everyone rest assured!”
I acted like a hero again.
The survivors who did not know the true nature of the bastard cheered with joy.
The wound that penetrated his chest was painful but I was angry at the bastard’s pretentious appearance.
He searched for someone who might have been his enemy but he was met in vain.
He is no match in the first place.
‘grandfather…..’
Little by little his vision becomes blurred.
He cannot take revenge and goes to his grandfather’s side.
It wouldn’t be normal for him to nag me for breaking his promise…
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