Episode 2 Hell Hound (2)
‘Where am I?’
Bikir checked his body.
no mana no strength
There is not even a handful of auras that have been built up as much as the vacancy of the blood that has been vomited across countless lines of death.
‘Have I fallen into hell?’
But it is not.
This place… is too barren to be called hell.
A place where cranes fall enough to make hell cry. Because that is the Baskerville family.
There is no way that I do not know the atmosphere of the place where I have lived as a hunting dog for the past 30 years.
The smell of blood, the smell of pus, the filthy smell of everything dead.
Bikir van Baskerville had a hunch. That he had returned to the time when he had just been born.
‘What should I do now?’
A body that has just lived for about 100 days. There’s not much you can do.
Just turning over and signaling the shared nursery nanny to breastfeed?
Right then.
“There aren’t any that look useful.”
A familiar voice was heard.
Hugo Les Baskervilles, patriarch of the Baskervilles, was seen standing in the center of the nursery.
The moment he heard his voice, Bikir quickly got up and almost fell to his knees, as was his habit in life.
Fortunately, it was impossible because of the body of a newborn baby.
Pudeuk-
When he sees the main culprit he executed while framing himself, his teeth are automatically ground.
However, because the body had not yet grown teeth, there was no sound.
‘Let’s calm down.’
In the meantime, in order to become a member of the Baskerville family and to be recognized by his father, he struggled to get rid of the pretense of being an illegitimate child.
inferior blood. The past life, which was like dried bloodstains, is now goodbye.
I will live differently in this life. If the rabbit disappears, it will not live a life like a hound being boiled.
Right then.
There was an opportunity that made Bikir’s determination even stronger.
“Move the children to the ‘cradle of the sword’.”
I heard Hugo’s words.
Bikir thought as he left in the hands of his nanny.
‘Is it the first rite of passage?’
The Cradle of Swords is a journey to the River Styx, which winds around a small hill.
The moment they climb over the wall made of swords and dive into the River Styx, the children of the Baskerville family are reborn as warriors.
Of course, the lifeline of the River Styx does not give anyone ample strength.
Survival of the fittest.
What the strong eat a lot is the same from birth.
The children of the Baskervilles must get out of the cradle of swords as quickly as possible and dive into the River Styx.
You need to soak in the river as quickly as possible and for as long as possible to gain an advantage over your brothers.
So Bikir moved as soon as he was thrown into the center of the cradle of swords.
… Back!
Twist the blade with two dainty hands.
Some children of a prestigious family catch things that help the future when they celebrate their first birthday, but the children of the Baskerville family have to grab the knives that threaten their future from the first birthday.
Spit- pat- jjik- jjik-
knives cut through the whole body.
Every time I squeezed between the blades with force, a burning pain rushed through my whole body.
But it doesn’t matter.
This level of pain is something he has become accustomed to after living as a hunting dog for the past few decades.
When someone is scratched, bitten, and stamped, they have already endured hundreds of thousands of times as a reaction.
‘Moreover, the deeper the wound, the better, so that the water of the River Styx can permeate the body better.’
Vikir knew all the secrets, legends, myths, and ghost stories of the Baskervilles.
So he also knows how to make the most of the Styx.
Koonggeum… Koonggeum… Koonggeum…
The child’s soft body is led to hell by the tough and tough soul of the hound.
blood pathway. red road.
The blood flowing from his body and going down the ramp indicated the shortest distance of the straight route he had to go forward.
Bikir continued to crawl in the direction the drops of his own blood indicated.
And soon they reached the Holy Land of the Baskervilles.
River Styx flowing through the swamp.
When you soak in this place, your body becomes as hard as steel and your soul becomes extremely clear.
Bikir threw herself into the river in a fetal position.
…with a plop!
heavy. It was as painful as if I had been submerged in boiling molten iron.
Water hot enough to steam up. Having fallen here with countless stabs all over her body, there was no doubt that it would not be painful.
But Bikir endured the pain of being boiled. And waited.
The waters of the Styx permeate through cuts, torn, and bursting wounds.
yet.
Tsutsutsutsutsutsu…
My body started to change.
The water of Styx, which seeped through the wounds and penetrated into the bones and intestines, was transforming Bikir’s body from one to ten.
‘It’s definitely different, but different.’
Bikir was surprised that a good start could make such a dramatic difference.
The body of the previous life was tough and seasoned, but it was small and thin.
Since the bones themselves were weak, there were limits to attaching muscles, and since the mana tube was narrow, there were clear restrictions on raising the aura.
But the brothers were different. Tall, thick-boned mana barrel.
It’s different from the starting line of talent qualities.
In her previous life, Bikir almost came out of the Tower of Swords in last place.
So, the effect of the river Styx was not properly enjoyed.
This is because all the brothers have already absorbed that power.
After that, due to the background of being an illegitimate child and poor talent, he was given only the last seat every time.
When others eat clean things, wear clean things, sleep in clean places, and do clean things.
He ate dirty things, wore dirty things, slept in dirty places, and did only dirty things.
The achievements obtained in this way belonged to the brothers who were different from each other each time.
It was the same in the war with the demons.
No matter how many demons he killed, the achievements always belonged to his father or half-brothers.
There was little to no reward.
It wasn’t just the demons that had to be killed, but also his father’s enemies and humans.
He had to actively go back and forth between all the 7 families to engage in spy, assassination, spy, ambush, and intimidation activities, thereby putting Baskerville in the top position among the 7 families.
……But what was the result?
Tosa Gupaeng (兎死狗烹).
When the rabbit disappears and the hunt is over, there is no need for a hunting dog, so it is boiled and eaten.
Accused of conspiring with the demons, Vikir was executed while bearing all the dirty sins of Hugo.
His sin was only one.
‘Knowing too much’.
Sigh-
Bikir gnashed his teeth.
The teeth that started to grow in the mouth collided fiercely before I knew it.
The water of the Styx rushed in following the fury that reached the marrow within the bones, and soon changed the bones thicker the flesh and the manatong wider.
Of course, the burning pain continued to creep in, but it didn’t matter.
Bikir even started drinking water.
I was thinking of strengthening the interior as well.
He was thinking of an old legend passed down in the Baskervilles.
‘A long time ago, there was an invincible warrior in Baskerville, right?’
The strongest swordsman who did not even get a single scratch on his skin, let alone a bone, even when hit by an axe.
But his end was truly absurd.
A rival from another family hit him in the heel with a poisoned arrow, and he died from the aftereffects.
It was because, when he was a baby, his nanny grabbed him by the ankles and dipped him upside down into the Styx, leaving a relatively weak spot where the nanny’s palms did not touch the water.
‘There shouldn’t be a part like that.’
Bikir did his best to stir himself in the river.
Do your best to twist your body so that no part is less exposed to the water.
In the meantime, the wound opened and opened, but it was even better.
Because the water can permeate well into the body.
Bubbling bubbling……
The blood runs out and the mind becomes confused.
I was out of breath and wanted to get to the surface as quickly as possible.
But it can’t be.
The River Styx never accepts a child once it has left its arms.
If only the head was exposed to breathe, only the head would no longer be protected.
So Bikir desperately held on to the stone in the river.
He continued to stir his arms so that the river water reached his palm holding the stone.
at that time.
I hear faint voices in my ears.
“Bocchan! You have to come out!”
“If you stay submerged any longer, you’ll die!”
“Oh my God! I might like this!”
“Get it! You have to get it!”
It looks like there was an uproar from above. Well, that’s bound to be the case.
Excessive greed becomes poison. It’s good to strengthen the body, but shouldn’t it be suffocating and dying?
even.
“Son. Stop coming up now.”
The voice of Hugo Les Baskerville is also heard.
But that voice only fuels Bikir’s coming.
Suwook-
Bikir stood up.
But it just didn’t happen.
gulp- gulp- gulp- gulp-
drink the water of the River Styx to the full. to the very end.
and.
“Puha-”
As soon as you come up, inhale the air to your heart’s content.
Bikir opened his mouth wide to breathe.
Seeing him, Hugo Les Baskervilles smiles brightly, which is rare.
“Ha ha ha, look at this guy?
Hounds boiled in boiling water exposed fangs.
