Moon-Shadow Sword Emperor - Chapter 402

Episode 402

Tang Seo-yeon put down a book on the edge of the bed and left the room.

After a while, I got over my emotions and, feeling embarrassed, glanced in the direction of the books.

‘I can’t see it…’

I wanted to check the contents, but I couldn’t because my body didn’t listen.

I had no choice but to close my eyes and start praying.

First, I had to recover at least a little bit.

Shouldn’t it be possible to set a future schedule or visit club members and encourage them only when the minimum amount of movement is possible?

Stimulates the dantian and circulates internal energy.

Only a small amount of internal energy remained circulated through the bloodstream and generated a weak suction power.

The energy that seeped into the pores of the entire body traveled through the acupuncture channels according to the white lightning magic, gradually increasing in size.

Maybe it was because God had been taking care of my body for so long, but medicinal energy was spreading throughout my body.

‘How much medicine did they give you while you were unconscious?’

It is said that too much is too much.

There was a need to be careful because even healthy medicines can become poisonous if taken in excessive amounts.

There is no way Shinui, who is not just anyone else, would not know that fact.

‘That’s right.’

Of course, my body, which had been strengthened by the White Lightning Divine Art, could not have been damaged to this extent.

Shinui probably took this measure because he had that in mind.

The dense inner energy greedily sucked in medicinal energy and accelerated the body’s recovery.

Time passed quickly as I fell into selflessness and focused on fortune-telling.

When I opened my eyes after completing the Zhou Heaven, the world was already immersed in darkness.

“Whoa.”

I let out a long sigh and picked up the book.

I can’t stand up yet, but I can somehow move my arms.

Judging by the stiffness of the paper, it seemed like it was a copy rather than an original.

As I flipped through the plain, unmarked cover, densely written words filled my field of vision.

‘I don’t recognize you at all.’

After flipping through a few more pages, I frowned and put the book down.

I could tell just by looking at it.

This is a book written in a secret language that only reporter Cheon can understand.

‘I thought it was somehow strange.’

I wondered why the Zhuge family, who were so obsessed with the legacy of Qian Gija, sent me a book.

Since it was an object left in the center of the ruins along with ritual vessels, the content written in secret language was highly likely to be related to sacred items from the Demonic religion.

Since I can’t interpret the contents anyway and at first glance it looks far from understanding the true law, I guess there was no permission to hand it to me.

There is a high possibility that even this would not have been achieved if Zhuge Hye had not separately suggested it to Sega.

‘Let’s show this to Simaun later.’

Feeling hungry, I unconsciously turned my head in the direction of the door.

The car was contemplating whether to shout and call someone.

Seoyeon Dang, holding a bowl holder in her right hand, opened the door and appeared.

As I was blinking and staring at the rising steam, she sat down on the chair next to the bed and asked.

“Would you like some? “I thought you might be hungry, so I brought some rice…”

I felt grateful.

Although he was acting as if he had just arrived, he was probably waiting between the dressing room and the kitchen until I finished crying.

Otherwise, there was no way he would show up with food at such an exquisite moment.

“I will eat it gratefully.”

“It’s still hard for you to move, so I’ll feed you.”

“I will not decline.”

Seoyeon Dang blew on a spoonful of rice and pushed it into my mouth.

I opened my mouth like a baby bird and took it.

The uncomfortable atmosphere of the day disappeared like melting snow.

‘I did have a good lover.’

The rice was delicious.

Even though it didn’t contain any special ingredients, it suited my taste better than any sumptuous meal I’ve ever had in my life.

A comfortable and cozy night passed like that.

* * *

Five days have passed since I regained consciousness.

Thanks to the effort I put into my luck every day, I am now able to move lightly.

Seoyeon Dang supported my body as I left the stuffy medical room and went outside.

“Boss!”

“Are you feeling okay?”

Baek Ri-seon and Cheon-woo Dojang, members of the Cheonan Gambu execution team, who happened to be passing nearby, took turns asking how I was doing.

Baek Ri-seon was on crutches because he had injured his leg, and Dojang Cheon-woo was wearing a splint on his forearm because his right arm was broken.

I had a light conversation with the two people and headed to the dormitory where the members were staying.

“I heard that you regained consciousness. “Can you move now?”

“I wasn’t supposed to, but I sneaked out because I wanted to get some fresh air. Please keep it a secret from God.”

Bangcheoksam and Hwadaerang, who heard the story and came down to the first floor, welcomed me.

I thanked them with a soft smile on my face.

Thank you for surviving.

I deliberately did not talk about the dead members.

Leaving behind the members with solemn expressions, I headed to this floor and entered the innermost room.

A man with a cloth wrapped around his chest hurriedly got up from the bed.

‘her.’

It was amazing.

I thought he looked haggard because he had been confined to his dorm without eating or drinking.

But what on earth is this powerful force?

I could tell that my energy had not recovered properly.

The company’s Seo Ho-seon has overcome the wall.

“See you, Manager.”

“There is no need to overdo it. Please remain seated.”

“I’m glad you woke up safely.”

“I heard that you suffered serious injuries in the process of defeating the Mosaegwi.”

“It’s not enough to cause the manager to worry.”

“But it looks like the level has risen.”

“yes. I came to a realization during the last fight. However, it is difficult to be happy because the growth was achieved through the death of a colleague.”

Seo Ho-seon had a bitter look on his face.

I quietly stared at his face and blurted out.

“I don’t understand why Musa thinks that way.”

“Isn’t that true?”

“Wrong. The warriors who can become stronger by sacrificing others are the Blood Flower Witch who has learned small hand techniques or the Heavenly Evil Lord who has learned the magic technique of extreme yang.”

“…….”

“If growth based on sacrifice was possible for anyone, Jungwon Murim would be full of all kinds of experts. “What became the foundation was the martial arts that the warrior had accumulated over the years, not the deaths of people around him.”

The way for a warrior to become strong was first and foremost through training and secondly through training.

This was an eternal truth.

At the very least, taking elixirs or stealing the young man’s energy were part of the training.

If I had to choose the most appropriate sentence to express Seo Ho-seon’s rise to status, it would be this.

The years of training have finally paid off.

He was a person who was ready to move on to the next level whenever given the slightest opportunity.

He never grew thanks to Sa Woo-yeon’s death.

“I understand that you feel sad about Master Samui’s death, but please don’t get buried in your emotions.”

“…….”

“If you think negatively like that, you will end up digging endlessly. In the worst case, you may end up falling into a mental demon.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

This was something I said to Seo Ho-seon, but it was also something I said to myself.

I couldn’t mourn the deaths of my members forever.

This was the reason why I had no choice but to go to the medical room even though I was not yet fully grown.

‘by the way.’

I never would have guessed that Seo Ho-seon had reached Hwagyeong.

It was unexpected and good news.

Isn’t this a situation that is faster than in my previous life?

Although it is still a bit lacking, the second coming of the Heavenly Face Killer, which was infamous for being a rare killing star, is not far away.

Seo Ho-seon hesitantly spoke to me as I slowly got up from my seat with Dang Seo-yeon’s support.

“Boss.”

“Please speak.”

“There is one thing I would like to ask of you.”

“……?”

* * *

“Okay, how are you feeling?”

“My stomach is so sore I feel like I’m going to die.”

“It looks like he’s okay, seeing as he’s making noises.”

“I remember you said the same thing before when you were on the verge of death and came back to life. Shouldn’t you be a little worried if your only disciple says he’s having a hard time?”

Accommodation where members of the torpedo squadron stay.

The teacher sitting across from the table grinned and picked up a teacup.

I inwardly stuck out my tongue.

Five days later, he woke up from his hospital bed and, as expected, he looked fine, just as God had said.

A strange feeling of anticipation arose.

If I practice White Thunder Godkong for decades, will I have a body like my teacher?

“I was worried because it was said to be a golden ball that would kill the caster, but when I actually used it, it turned out to be nothing special.”

“That’s because you are a teacher. Usually, they die in agony because they cannot withstand the surge of internal energy.”

“It’s all because of your lack of training. “Make even more progress in the future.”

“……All right.”

I had nothing to say in response.

It would be a lie if I said I didn’t feel aggrieved, but in reality, the teacher was fine, but I was the only one who was having trouble.

I suddenly became curious.

What would the White Bone Demon Emperor, who helped the Demon Cult Master escape at the last moment by using the Jumping Demon Attack, think of me and my teacher if he listened to the conversation?

“But are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“You secretly escaped from the front lines in Hebei and came here, didn’t you? And he even used a bomb attack in front of many people…”

“It doesn’t matter. At best, it would be a little bit of political pressure. “Do you think I would care about that?”

I scratched my cheek with my index finger and nodded.

Master was different from me.

The reason he joined the alliance and formed a torpedo squad in the first place was not to sit in a key position in the alliance and make a living.

For Master, who was planning to disband his unit and take steps to resign after the Great War, the disadvantages due to the checks and balances of those around him would have been nothing more than a trivial matter.

Of course, I will not stand by and watch as those who slander the Master continue to do so.

“Do you plan to return to the front lines in Hebei?”

“That’s right. “Shouldn’t we go back to our original position now that we have committed enough deviations?”

“When you return, please tell Elder Sogeolgae that you are grateful.

“I plan to close my ears for a while and stick to my duties as a torpedo commander. “If I were to go to Maeng’s headquarters now, I would only get caught up in trouble.”

“Well thought out.”

“Take care of yourself and I hope you are healthy next time I see you.”

“yes.”

“That’s because the contemporary successor to Heavenly Thunder Gate was so weak.”

I stopped laughing.

In all of the central plains, there was no one other than Master who could say I was weak.

I exchanged glances with Seoyeon Dang, who was sitting next to me, and then stood up from my seat.

“And I hope you can hold a grand funeral for that friend of the Yangtze River Association.”

“…….”

“He is a friend with no family or friends, so it would be right to at least give him a proper send-off. “Can you do me a favor?”

“I was planning to do it even if you didn’t ask me to.”