EP.11 Why can’t you see the flow of the times
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[I’ll check your skills before I teach you the Blood Sculpture.]
As if waiting, the regressor stretched out his hand behind his head and grabbed the handle of the cherry blossom. Cheon-Aeng, who was floating in the air at the command of her master, cried happily and sharpened her blades when the opportunity to demonstrate her power came. As the regressor swung the sword once into the air, a clear, clean sound resounded as if it were lighting up the darkness.
Whirik. The regressor swung his sword from side to side and said.
“My sword is a bit special. It will be difficult to know your original skill. Shall we try another sword?”
[Does not matter. The special thing you hold in your hand is also what makes you shine.]
“In that case. How can I show my skills?”
gigg.
The lid of the black coffin was opened at an angle. A courteous white hand appeared out of the dark, pointed its fingertips downward, and dropped a black drop.
Took. The shadow, even darker than darkness, began to grow rapidly like a seedling. Just as a plant grows itself with sunlight and air, the black sphere sucked in the darkness that filled its surroundings and filled its body. Even in the darkness, the shimmering shadows took shape in an instant, and soon changed into the figure of a knight wearing armor.
[It’s an echo of the past.]
Neither I nor the regressor were very curious, but the vampire continued to explain.
[An echo of a knight I met before… A man who was called the Black Knight and slaughtered hundreds of people. I evoked echoes from the blood of the man I drank and made armor with darkness. Try dealing with this article.]
“Can I destroy it?”
[If you are capable of it.]
The vampire continued with a slightly conceited feeling.
[It won’t be easy. Even if it is an echo, the blood that makes up its body belongs to the Black Knight. Also, the armor made of darkness has the same strength as steel. Reproduce the once famous article as it is…]
Huung.
A hatch is engraved in the darkness. An oblique fault is created, and it is divided into upper and lower parts by a division line. A line that cuts through the entire space. Angel of Heaven was the scissors that cut the world. Even the darkness, closer to fog than steel, was split in two by the single sword of the regressor.
Did you tell me to cut the light? Perhaps. It cuts the darkness, but what?
[…Whoa. It’s quite good.]
The vampire expressed admiration for the feat of swordsmanship. However, the feelings contained in the vampire’s thoughts were a little different.
‘…? No matter how special the sword you are holding, in just one day? It was an echo that could not even be scratched unless it was a paladin…?’
You’re embarrassed, vampire.
It wasn’t her power that she just took out, but it was too much to take out for an immature person with a thin body. He reproduced the once notorious Black Knight as it was, but he got rid of it very simply.
‘At that age too? Did something huge progress happen in human history while I was sleeping…?’
I don’t want you to think of him as your standard. That’s a regressor who sucked up every opportunity after dying several times. Even if you haven’t fully recovered yet, some of that power remains. In addition, he had a ridiculous treasured sword in his hand.
It is not that there has been progress in human history, but that he monopolizes human history.
The vampire caught his emotions and said.
[I don’t think the contract has been signed yet, but it’s a great skill. It wouldn’t be strange for a child like you to try to find your way by yourself.]
“Well? I’m not that talented. I just got a chance and pulled a little bit of strength to gain in the future. There are many people who are stronger and more talented than me. I’m just a low-key copycat who follows their tracks and imitates them.”
The regressor said so sincerely. It was because he had an inferiority complex to himself, who was one step short of himself, even though he had monopolized all kinds of opportunities for returning to the regressor who had been accompanied by non-standard beings every round.
It sounds like excessive humility or close to deception. In fact, compared to the enemies she faced, that wasn’t exactly wrong.
[You’re too modest.]
“It’s not modesty. excuse me.”
The regressor’s sword pointed at me. I jumped up in surprise.
Oh Mr. It’s a surprise. Is that guy aiming at people with a knife? Didn’t you learn to be as gentle as possible when pointing at people? What kind of knife in a board that says pointing fingers is rude.
The regressor saw me and snorted.
“Because even that guy deflected my sword.”
[You mean that sword?]
“Yes. This cherry blossom, with just one finger.”
[That guy?]
No, but that’s right. To be honest, I wouldn’t be able to do it twice.
‘If you deflected the sword with one finger, you’re sure to be several numbers above this. It’s an unbelievable achievement. Are things that normal these days? Can you cut steel as easily as breathing?’
The regressor and I who were hit by the regressor’s blow. The vampire saw the two of us and made the mistake of estimating the average.
Don’t take mediocre as the level of a regressor. What’s wrong with other people living in this era? Apologies to other ordinary people who were quickly deprived!
Besides, I’m a fake seller. It’s full of bubbles!
‘It’s not an expression of confidence when I say that my authority is old… What does it really mean? Are you saying that the times are really running out?’
The regressor, who very naturally caused this misunderstanding, said,
“…so please take good care of me. I will learn with all my might.”
[If that’s the case.]
‘I’ll do my best to help this kid defeat that cheeky bastard.’
He made the vampire’s ‘sincerity’ come out.
The vampire extended a finger toward the regressor. With the sound of blood, the vampire’s fingertips split. Red blood flowed from a small crack in his finger. The blood was of a slightly different kind from the other bloods the vampire dealt with.
Blood as power. The power of the progenitor who casts magic with blood and enslaves his family. Its blood glistens with ominous magic and is the kind that slithers away as if it will erode everything in the world.
However, the blood that the vampire shed now was extremely ordinary and human… I felt even more alienated.
Moderately red, non-glowing, fishy-scented blood. It’s ironic that it’s like claiming that even vampires have the same blood as humans.
However, its presence was huge enough to fill Tantalus. Even the darkness retreats as if to worship it.
The drops of blood slowly flew to the regressor’s side and circled around him.
[With great power comes a great price. However, it seems to me that you have enough potential. Enough to swallow the price.]
“This…”
[This is my true blood.]
The first blood that the founder had.
If you present it to the Holy Office, you will receive a great blessing and the title of Paladin.
If you give it to a vampire, it will promise you eternal wealth and power.
If you are aiming for a higher position, even if you risk a little ordeal, you can put it directly into your body. If you defeat all the wild beasts seeking blood and solidify yourself, then there will be one more Elder who only had 12 in the world.
Anyway, a precious and dangerous item that can change anyone’s life forever.
A regressor ahead of such a treasure.
“Why are you giving me this? Do you mean to become a vampire? I don’t really want to become a vampire.”
Beyond indifference, he was looking at me with a rather troubled expression.
The vampire was shocked once more.
‘Is it my true blood? Is this the blood that shook the world just by appearing once? You don’t even pay attention?’
The vampire, who had barely managed to regain his composure, continued with a trembling voice.
[…No, I have no intention of turning you into a vampire either. I can’t repeat a similar mistake.]
“So what?”
[I will engrave true blood on your heart. predator’s blood. If you have it, your sense of blood will be as sharp as a blade.]
“Ah. like that? If that’s the case, I’ll take it!”
The regressor quickly spread his arms. Although he is not very interested in true blood itself, his mindset to use it well as a teaching material was revealed without filtering.
Seeing the regressor’s attitude showing no regrets, the vampire was greatly discouraged.
‘It was a test. I was going to throw it out saying that I didn’t deserve it if I couldn’t overcome my desire and said I would become a vampire… Are vampires really no longer to be feared?’
The vampire stretched out his hand a little melancholy. Then, the true blood went to the chest of the regressor, and a red gear-shaped imprint was engraved on the top of the heart.
[…If you master the art of bleeding to the end, you will be able to remove my blood. I’ll get it back then.]
“Okay. But your voice seems weak. Isn’t it too much to take out the true blood?”
[…Okay. Don’t worry…]
‘It’s true blood… Have even vampires been pushed out? It’s already been 300 years since I fell asleep. It could be…’
Time is fleeting. The vampire lamented deeply.
[I will teach you now.]
While the vampire explained this and that to the regressor, I snooped around them. The reason is simple.
since the blood bleeding. Blood that has been passed down only as a legend for thousands of years. A treasure that, if the buyer finds well, can earn money to live on for the rest of his life. That was engraved on the body of the regressor. It is a tattoo worth more than gold.
But I have already refused to become a disciple. I can’t even dream of asking for true blood. In addition, reading the vampire’s thoughts, it doesn’t seem like he will give out true blood completely. The reason why he took out the true blood in the first place was that he was wary of me, so he wouldn’t come to me.
Chet, the vampire was thinking in the wrong direction. If you want to subdue me, just give me true blood. If you ordered me to kneel for blood, I would have snorted and immediately dropped down and licked my feet like a dog.
But there is still a chance. Vampires are in a fairly confused state right after waking up. When I read my thoughts, it seems that I have not yet adapted to this era.
then?
If I coax it well, wouldn’t something fall for me too?
[…? what is your guy Why does a guy who refuses to be taught keep talking about himself?]
I can feel the hostile gaze. I don’t know why, but it seemed like the ugly hair was completely stuck. I showed my hands and excused myself.
“I am a military instructor. This place is for education. I have a responsibility to supervise you.”
[Management supervision? Do you manage and supervise me?]
“Duty is not always given considering ability, right? I believe in the Tirkanjaka trainees, but apart from that, I have a duty to watch what you guys do.”
‘Imbalance between duty and ability. Or does it mean chivalry? If you say that, it’s not something I don’t understand.’
When I said it confidently, the vampire instantly understood.
hey good luck I never thought pretending to be an instructor would be so helpful.
Still, the vampire expressed discomfort.
[Hana I am in the middle of teaching. The process of a child learning to learn must not go unnoticed.]
“When was this story? Nowadays, a teacher teaches students in their 50s. Different teachers are assigned to different martial arts, magic, strategy, and tactics, and students choose their lessons. Even most lectures are held in public places.”
[Do not lie. What fool would share such secret knowledge?]
“The country. It collects and controls all knowledge in the country. And the collected knowledge is classified and distributed to citizens free of charge.”
Martial arts or magic strategies and tactics are power and power in themselves. At least that was the case in the age of vampires. Teacher-teacher relationships and apprenticeships did not exist for nothing. The teacher was in a position to pass on the knowledge, and the disciple was worked like a slave to obtain that piece of knowledge. I hope that knowledge will be yours someday.
But to pass this on generously. The vampire couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
[My God.]
“Even students have multiple teachers. In addition to military academies, there are those who take classes at private academies. Teachers don’t find that strange either. It is the Age of Enlightenment. Knowledge is no longer passed on in secret. It is all open to the world and awaits evaluation.”
How disbelieved the vampire confirmed the contents to the regressor.
[Shay. Is that true?]
“Yes. that’s right. It’s the only policy the military has done well.”
[I see…]
A vampire reminded of the passing of time. The regressor glared at me disapprovingly and said.
“You don’t have to listen to that guy. They’re watching because they’re worried about what we’re up to.”
[No no. If the world eventually chose that way, there would be no point in denying it alone. I won’t stop you from watching.]
The regressor frowned. I looked at her teasingly and sat down next to her with the intention of picking up anything that fell.
The vampire left me and continued the class.
[…therefore. blood is life It is the source of life flowing through your body and the source of your strength. You must feel every drop of blood in your body. You should be able to clearly draw where the blood flows.]
The class continues in a relaxed voice. If he had eaten, it would have been perfect for himself, but the regressor was listening to the vampire’s words with surprising concentration.
Any help with this? The content itself looks similar to a drugstore. Shall I listen to it too?
I concentrated, reading the vampire’s words into the thoughts that shaped them.
[There is a lot of power in you. Fully understanding your body is the first step in dealing with its power. Fully feel the hot pulsating blood in the power that splits like a thousand branches.]
I am a person who reads thoughts. When it comes to ‘understanding’ the meaning of words, it is unmatched. No matter how bad a teacher is, he can be a great teacher for me. Among the qualities to be a good teacher, I don’t need ‘transmission’. All I need is knowledge and depth of understanding.
Reading the vampire’s thoughts, I closed my eyes and concentrated. I could feel my heart beating and my arteries pulsing.
oh it feels The throbbing bloodline! Power pulsates around the wrist and carotid artery. Is this the power of blood!
[Blood is a river. The grouped river looks like it is flowing, but in reality it digs into a small hole in the soil. The permeated river wets the whole land and heads to the sea terribly slowly. What you need to feel is not bloodline that anyone can feel. Blood seeped all over the body. You should feel the power that fills you.]
Oh, this is not it.
Well, even if you can read thoughts, there are things like talent and compatibility. You can’t understand everything just by reading a book.
It’s not like my hair is bad or anything like that. It’s because the technique itself called hemorrhage doesn’t suit me.
I was also good at not learning. Even if I learned something, it would have stopped the blood.
[The biggest hurdle to blood surgery is the heart. A heart that beats uncontrollably is the proof of life that holds your soul in this world, but at the same time it is also an incompetent hindrance to your blood. That’s why… only the dead can perform great blood divination.]
The regressor realized something and clapped his hands.
“That’s why you call vampires demons.”
[It is true. Vampires and demons are essentially the same in that they move their bodies through blood manipulation. You need to die once to become a vampire. It was the right choice for you to choose not to become a vampire. The beating heart is the proof of life and the quality to go further. Keeping it will be a priority. The heart is the privilege of only the living…]
The vampire, muttering vaguely as if reminiscing or regretting something, continued.
[You must have been sentimental for a moment. In any case, in order to control the Blood Josul, you must first control your heart. Either stop for a moment or force yourself to run faster. Do you understand?]
“Roughly. You mean, once you’ve mastered the power to control blood to some extent, hold on to your heart and move it?”
[You understand quickly. good night. remember anyway The heart is the source of your body. It moves and purifies blood, and squeezes mana. The heart is the center of the body, so always remind yourself to move…]
Move blood and purify magic…? what. wait for a sec. something is weird
“Wait a minute, Tyrkanjaka trainee.”
I stepped out. The vampire replied with a very displeased expression.
[…what else?]
“That heart is not a magical organ.”
Maybe it’s because I’m an old person? There is a gap with what I know. I stepped in between the two and explained.
“Most vampires can think so because they turned a stopped heart into a magical organ, but in fact, changing a heart into a magical organ is extremely dangerous and inefficient. If the heart is used as a magical organ, it is necessary to control breathing in order to use magic. That’s why these days, I’m forced to build a magic engine somewhere else.”
[…]
“I used to use my heart to draw magic like that in the past, but since the magic revolution four centuries ago, that frequency has decreased. It’s because a way to draw out mana well without having to link it to the body has been discovered. This is the first thing you learn when you take magic class at the secondary military academy, so it’s good to know… Oh, did I interfere too much? Go on.”
Whoa. You pointed out a very serious error. With this, he must have built up a good impression…
‘Are you really crazy?’
It’s cold. A knife-like gaze flies and sticks. It seems that I have committed a sin to die for.
uh? why? I was just pointing out that I was wrong.
‘It’s something I know. Do you know who kept quiet because they didn’t know? Why do you insist on hearing something that can be decided after listening to it?’
A regressor pretending to be a normal person is unacceptable. You should point out what’s wrong. If you agree with the old man, that’s not courtesy, it’s deception. You’re really ignoring vampires.
[…Anyway.]
The vampire tried to ignore me and continued his explanation.
[However, even if the heart stops, the blood must continue to circulate. Stopped blood pools and rots. The blood that flows through the body is depleted of magical power… No, if the heart is a magical organ… Kheheum. Also, dirty blood is purified as it passes through the heart, so it is to prevent contamination of the body.]
“Ah. Wait. Not exactly through the heart, but through the lungs.”
Maybe it’s because it’s past knowledge, but there are a lot of loopholes.
If you read it as classical literature, it doesn’t matter, but if you explain it technically, there will be a problem. Please kindly point out.
“Actually, contaminated blood means lack of oxygen. Oxygen goes into our bodies and burns the energy we have to move our bodies. This process is not a matter of being dirty or clean, it’s the same principle as burning firewood. Just as covering burning firewood with a cloth extinguishes the fire, closing the lungs, the air passage, extinguishes the flame within our bodies. Express it as dying.”
‘I didn’t know about this either?’
Vampire, I’ve been sleeping and waking up repeatedly for a thousand years. It’s something you learn even after leaving secondary school.
Oh sorry. you didn’t go to middle school Because I’m an orphan.
Hey, could it be that I am the most highly educated person in this prison? My shoulders shrug all over again. After all, people have something to learn and see.
“Anyway. If you know, please refer to it now and explain. Aaaaaaaagh!”
My head stood on end. Sensing the intent to kill, I immediately jumped to the side. Right after that, the blood demon’s horse’s hoof hit the spot where I was. The space is torn apart and the concrete is smashed like tofu. A piece of broken concrete lodged behind his back.
Purreung. The blood demon made a truce as if it was regretful that it had missed. Every time he scratched the ground with his hooves, the concrete ground like sand. I screamed hastily.
“really! You almost died!”
[Eomsal!]
“It’s not mothersal?! An attack that would have turned into a handful of blood for an ordinary person!”
[It’s not normal, so it’s okay!]
If you weren’t mind-reading, you’d be a murderer! Murder without a belly is a firing squad! Thank you for my mind reading!
[okay! I fell behind. You’re a stranger who can’t blend in with the times since ancient times! Did you add anything!]
“Yes? When did I ever say I was behind you?”
[That’s the attitude now! Don’t you think I’m a very old and boring old man!]
“I never said that!”
[You mean you’ve never thought about it?!]
Ah. got caught
And it seemed that even what I thought was discovered was discovered.
Blood was bubbling. An indescribable feeling was felt in the vampire’s heart.
Oh wait. Are you thinking about this feeling right now? I asked cautiously.
“Have you ever pouted, kuaaaa!”
Phisht. A bloody orb flies at me. I dodged the blood cells by rolling on the ground unsightly. The blood cells that passed over my head exploded as they hit the ground, shattering the concrete.
[Do you think it’s different from you? You’re just lucky enough to have been born in this era! Will you make me a vampire too? Shall we make it a life where only those who want to be separated from the world forever and want to die themselves will not visit!]
The attack continues. Bloody spheres fly towards me. It was not an attack with murderous intent, but a complaint that seemed to express dissatisfaction. It’s like a child throwing toys at random.
The only problem is that throwing things aren’t toys. Even a toy hurts when hit, but even just brushing against that blood cell is a fatal blow.
I’m really going to die if I go on like this. It has to get attention somehow. But how?
[I wish I was that good! Did you teach!]
“Okay!”
I shouted and the attack stopped. I barely had time to catch my breath, and I lifted my body while sweeping my chest.
“Tirkanjaka trainee. I saw. The sociality that exists deep within you.”
[Is that the end of the will?]
If you get scared here, you really die. I ignored the vampire’s words and continued speaking straight.
“Sociability is the desire to live with others. You saw it. The mindset to mix in this era and flow in the same river.”
It’s something you have to live for once. I picked out roughly random words from what I read in the vampire’s mind and threw them. With the hope that I will get at least one.
[Mild with the times?]
Fortunately, the vampire calmed down and started to listen to me.
“So today I came to a conclusion. If you are a proper education, you can fully blend into society.”
[…What are you? What kind of qualification do you decide on it?]
“This place where you are. The name of this place is Tantalus, Mental Education College. You are the trainees and I am the instructor. He is the one who guides you in this society.”
Vampires don’t even know the name of this place, but what’s the point? It doesn’t matter what it might be called.
I shouted confidently, pointing the thumb at myself.
“I will teach you. Everything to get what trainees want and live uprightly. So that you can become a part of society!”
So don’t kill me
I said it as confidently as possible with such a wish.
[…Ha.]
The vampire lowered his hand. Then, countless bloody orbs that had embroidered the air fell to the ground. The red ball, which had ground a huge amount of concrete so far, turned into blood and melted into the ground.
lived By the time I feel at ease
Collecting the blood that had been scattered, the vampire spoke softly.
[I said something. You’re talking about irresponsible things.]
How did you know?
A muffled voice came from within the coffin.
This time it will be different, this is an opportunity. It was a voice that seemed to give up hope that could be achieved by repeating expectations and giving up over and over again.
[I am a vampire. They are predators that drink human blood. Humans fear me and avoid me, or envy me and hope to become it. Even if I want to mix, I cannot mix with them. Can a wolf get along with the sheep?]
Seeing that he uses metaphors every time he speaks, it reminds me of an old man. All in all, wolves and sheep.
What would you do if you were a wolf? How many wolves are there?
But if you point that out, he’ll get angry again. Then I will explain it in a slightly different analogy.
“yes.”
[Can’t you do anything with words?]
“Shall I show you the evidence?”
Show me where you can see it. The vampire thought cynically.
Having read that thought, I immediately took the chime out of my pocket and shook it.
Then, with a now familiar howl, someone broke the window from the second-floor dining room window and jumped out. wajangchang. Aji, who grabbed the steel bar and landed on the ground, raised his head and ran.
“There is a wolf that can be with the sheep that is running right now.”
profit. Aji, who came running after a month, stopped plowing the ground. Aji looked up at me with expectant eyes, mouth full of saliva.
I reached out and stroked Aji’s head. With a satisfied cry, Aji closed his eyes and enjoyed my hand.
“Because dogs were originally wolves. Sheepdogs who fight wolves are also wolves if they go back to their ancestors. But even though sheep are afraid of dogs, they are not afraid of being eaten. Dogs don’t eat sheep either. Well, I might even chew on the sheep bone the shepherd throws me.”
Predator or prey can change. Many beasts have been tamed by humans, and in the case of dogs, one species has been tamed by humans.
The vampire was deep in thought. I felt like I was lost in my own world and wouldn’t wake up for a while.
good. It is now.
“bruise? rice is?”
“I’ll go and give it to you. Let’s go to the kitchen.”
“Woof woof! good!”
“By the way, didn’t you eat earlier? But eat again? Isn’t this a pig, not a dog?”
“king! no! Not a pig!”
Is it not a dog or a pig? However, Aji’s reaction was so intense that he took a posture of surrender.
“Ah Okay! Don’t bite!”
I naturally avoided the seat and headed for the building with Aji. Leaving regressors and vampires behind.
‘That son of a bitch…’
As I walked a certain distance, I heard the thoughts of a regressor from a distance.
‘I let go of that chaos and got out naturally by myself!’
this. Caught Let’s run away.
“Ah. run!”
“bruise!”
Suddenly I ran towards the building. I took the excited Aji behind me.
In the meantime, the black coffin was just floating, motionless.
