The air was thick with the stench of something burning.
Though there wasnât much smoke, but the smell was disgusting.
Crackle, crackle.
The noise gradually grew clearer.
It was the sound of wood getting burned.
I muttered under my breath as I watched the flames.
âLame.â
Tap, tap.
I brushed against the discarded clothing, and a dark smear stained my fingers.
It was unsettling.
I wiped it off quickly; the clothing didnât matter.
I nudged the object on the ground with the tip of my feet.
The body that had once writhed in agony was silent now, its screams nothing but a memory.
He was gone.
âUnlike your mouth that refused to speak, but you werenât as resilient.â
I spoke to him, knowing full well I wouldnât get a reply.
I gazed at what had once been a living person, then extinguished my flames.
Swoosh!
As the flames faded, the charred figure of the man emerged, blackened by fire.
It looked fragile, as if it would crumble at the slightest touch.
I crouched, quietly staring at the remains.
I gave him a slow painful death that I so desired,
âI donât feel anything⦠which is unexpected.â
But it wasnât as satisfying as I had imagined.
He was a bastard Iâd wanted to kill for ages.
He was the first target ever since my regression, and it was something I wanted to do in my past life as well.
I had wanted to see the bastard scream, to see him collapse in despair beneath my feet, but the reality left me hollow, not filled with the joy I had envisioned.
Tap.
I nudged what remained of Jang Seonyeon with my foot, and he crumbled to dust.
He had been dead for some time now.
I had planned to drag out his death over three stages, but he was gone before I even reached the second.
That was a disappointment.
A chill settled inside me as I stood there, motionless.
âIt wasnât as satisfying as Iâd imagined, and it wasnât even amusing.â
This was all I felt from Jang Seonyeonâs death.
But why?
Shouldnât I feel joy?
Iâd wanted this for so long.
Is it because you werenât the Meteor Sword from back then?
The Jang Seonyeon wasnât the Meteor Sword I remembered from my past life.
The man in my memories was different from the one I killed.
I had killed him now only to prevent him from becoming a threat in the future. That explained the lack of satisfactionâonly unease.
I clicked my tongue at the realization.
And I didnât even get the information I needed from him.
I had many things I wanted to hear from Jang Seonyeon, but I got less than I expected.
I knew heâd have a Shackle on him, and there wasnât much I could do about it, but it still left me unsatisfied.
Maybe it would have been smarter to turn him into a Demonic Human and exploit him.
But that would have been too disgusting.
Given how uneasy I felt about Namgung Cheonjun, there was no way I could do the same to Jang Seonyeon.
Useful or not, I didnât want that bastard alive in the same world as me, breathing the same air.
One thing did catch my attention, though.
While torturing Jang Seonyeon, he said something that stood out to me.
-Aghhhhâ¦! Ughhhh!
-How were you going to kill me with all of those instructors around?
-Hughhh!
Even as I slowly burned away his body with my flames, he didnât answer my question. Not that I expected him to.
Given how advanced Shackles were in this era, it was nearly impossible to extract information from people.
Tang Clan and a few others specialized in breaking Shackles through torture, but even they werenât flawless.
In my days as a Demonic Human, the Heavenly Demon could shatter a mere Shackle with a single hand gestureâit was a different world back then.
In the end, if I wanted information, Iâd either have to learn to break Shackles or turn them into Demonic Humans.
I lacked the refined Qi control needed to break Shackles, nor did I have any experience in doing so.
But I couldnât let him become a Demonic Human, so in the end, I chose to inflict pain.
-Ugh⦠he⦠heâ¦
Amidst Jang Seonyeonâs screams, he suddenly started giggling.
-Are you crazy? Whatâs so funny all of a sudden?
-He⦠hehe⦠Why did I do such a thing�
-Oh? Are you going to tell me?
-Even if⦠you manage to escape this place by heavenâs luck⦠itâll be too late. In the end, you wonât be able to⦠Urgh!
I narrowed my eyes, hearing Jang Seonyeonâs curse.
It seemed like he never acted without a plan, after all.
He mustâve prepared something.
-What did you do?
-Do you think⦠Iâll die in a place like thisâ¦
-So what did you do?
He kept spewing nonsense, so I twisted the part of his body already burning in flames.
Squeeze.
-Ufghâ¦!
His eyes widened as he resumed screaming.
I spoke over his screams.
-Keep this up, and your last words will be you begging for death. Letâs speed this up, unless youâd prefer that.
I intensified the flames as I spoke, but in the end, I couldnât follow through.
The bastard screamed until the very end, but never begged for death.
I wouldnât have pushed this far if he had just begged for mercy.
I couldnât tell if it was the Shackle that silenced him or his pride.
With that thought, I stood up.
It seems like he did something behind the scenes.
But unfortunately, there was something the bastard didnât know.
I was going to return, and no matter what, I wouldnât be late.
By the time I returned to the real world, only a few days would have passed.
Thatâs how it was in my past life.
When hundreds of Young Prodigies disappeared and were consumed by the Abyss, the clans and sects panicked, but they returned just a few days later, as if nothing had ever happened.
They reappeared in the exact spot they had vanished from.
I once claimed to be the only survivor of the Abyss, but in truth, everyone returned to the real worldâevery last one of them.
They all died, yet somehow, they all returned alive.
spent years in the Abyss, but everyone came back without aging a day and with no memory of what transpired.
It was a mystery how such a thing could happen, and it led me to give this place its name.
A world of lies.
A false world.
The name explained everything.
I didnât know why, but time in this world didnât sync with the real one.
It wasnât precise, but I assumed a few years here equaled just a day in the Central Plains.
No, it could even be longer.
I had no idea how many years had truly passed.
After seven years in this world, I gave up counting the days.
It felt pointless.
Even though countless events and memories happened here, I was the only one who remembered them. Thatâs why I wanted to forgetâit was too painful to hold onto them.
That damned memory of mine served as a shackle, never letting me forget anyone.
Under the red sky, wind blew.
A faint scent of blood drifted on the wind.
It was a characteristic of this world.
Nothing was normal hereâneither the sights, sounds, nor smells.
I turned around, the foul stench still in my nostrils.
âBut since I came here, I must do what I came here for.â
I came here with a purpose, taking advantage of both Jang Seonyeon and Cheol Jiseon to achieve it.
Killing Jang Seonyeon and extracting information was part of it, but it wasnât my main objective.
That was only a part of the process, and my main goal here was to go see the damned tree that I saw in my past life, which led me to be associated with the Heavenly Demon.
Itâs probably watching me, yet it hasnât shown itself.
As far as I knew, this entire world was the creation of that bastard of a tree.
Thatâs what the bastard claimed, though it could have been lying.
I was sure the tree was watching me even now, but considering how it wasnât appearing,
Is it expecting me to come to it instead?
It was the same back then.
The tree only revealed itself after most of the Young Prodigies had been devoured by Demons, and just before I was about to be eaten after being used as bait by my group.
âSo, youâre not going to be easy, huh?â
Fine, letâs see who wins then.
We both have all the time in the world.
I brushed the remaining ashes from my clothes and began to move.
Suddenly, I turned back to where Jang Seonyeonâs body lay.
The remains of his body were still on the ground, not moving one bit.
Of course it would be.
I had burned it down to ashes.
Even then, I was holding back my strength.
I had tried to weaken the flames as much as possible, but it was still too much.
After giving his body one last glance, I turned away.
Meeting you was a filthy experience. Letâs hope it never happens again.
Meeting that bastard twice was more than enough.
I could only hope that this was truly the end.
With that final thought, I continued forward.
Step.
I glanced around after taking a step.
I needed to figure out which direction to go.
I took another stop.
I enveloped myself in Qi.
I considered leaping ahead with speed.
Demons roamed everywhere in this Abyss, but fear was not something I felt.
Just as I prepared to leap after taking my final step,
Step.
Woongâ¦
ââ¦!â
I instantly turned at the uneasy sensation creeping up behind me. Something told me I had to look.
All that remained were Jang Seonyeonâs charred remains on the ground.
However,
Woong-
I heard a strange sound in my ears.
It was a strange resonating sound.
Was it even a sound? It felt odd to label it as such.
I realized its source when I felt the vibrations.
It was his Dantian.
A deeper part of it at that.
â¦Blood Qi?
That was where he stored his Blood Qi. Suddenly, it began to boil, reacting to something invisible.
I thought Blood Qi was unusable in this world, yet here it was, resonating with a will of its own.
Then,
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ââ¦What?â
Jang Seonyeonâs blackened, burnt body, now barely human in appearance, began to move slowly.
With every movement, ashes crumbled from his form.
Yet despite this, it kept moving.
Sss⦠Sssâ¦
The body slowly stood upright.
Jang Seonyeonâs body no longer had any life in it, let alone the ability to move.
Yet, it somehow stood.
How was this even possible?
And what was this unsettling feeling creeping over me?
Just as I considered whether to destroy the body further, Jang Seonyeon fully stood and slowly turned his head.
He shouldnât have been able to see, not with his face completely burnt, yet he seemed to be scanning his surroundings.
His movements were stiff and robotic, far from natural.
Then, Jang Seonyeonâs head snapped in my direction.
Instinctively, I flinched.
Although his face could no longer form expressions, I had the unsettling sense that he was somehow smiling at me.
[ Ah⦠]
I began to hear a voice.
It felt more like a telepathic connection than an actual sound.
[ I wondered why the connection was severed. Now I see the problem. ]
I recognized the voice immediately.
But where had I heard it before?
Then, in a flash, I remembered.
The last day of the tournament of Dragons and Phoenixes.
This voice had spoken to me before, while using that bastardâs body as a vessel.
Jang Seonyeonâs lifeless form nodded, staring directly at me.
No, I couldnât even call that thing Jang Seonyeon anymore.
It definitely had a different name.
[ It has been a while. Do you remember me? ]
Upon hearing the question, I quietly muttered the name.
âBlood Demon.â
[ Hehehe. ]
As if the voice was satisfied, it started to giggle.
**************The Qinghai Sword, one of the Five Great Swordsmen of the world, and a Leader of one of the Ten Sect Alliances, was watching the forest that was outside of his window.
âHmmâ¦â
The Qinghai Sword let out a sigh as he watched, but he still had a curious expression.
This was where Gu Yangcheon had allegedly found the secret vault, yet the Qinghai Sword could sense nothing out of the ordinary.
The Sleeping Dragon claimed a door had appeared when he broke the surrounding Formation, but not a trace remained.
âI donât understand.â
If someone of his level couldnât detect anything, it either meant that the Sleeping Dragon and Gu Yangcheon lied to him, or that the secret vault disappeared completely without leaving a single trace.
The former seemed more likely, yet the Qinghai Sword doubted those children would lie to him.
âA secret vault huh⦠But why here, of all places?â
The Murim Alliance might provide more details, but he doubted they would give him the full story.
âEven if the vault existed, I canât believe it was that child who discovered it.â
Gu Yangcheon was a child the Qinghai Sword had been thinking about often lately.
His talent was extraordinary compared to others, but that wasnât the reason for it.
He claimed the Beggarâs Sect provided the information. Could they be involved*?*
That part seemed difficult to believe.
The Qinghai Sword knew the Leader of Beggarâs Sect very well, which made it harder to believe.
But then⦠What about the First-Class Beggarâs Pass he had?
The Qinghai Sword was aware that Gu Yangcheon was full of secrets, and none of them were easy to unravel.
Like father, like son, huh?
ââ¦I told him Iâd call on him again. Iâll have to be more direct next time.â
The Qinghai Sword sighed once more, and brushed his beard.
It seemed to him that he sighed more with age.
With the instructors out proctoring the test, the academy was quiet, and the Qinghai Sword thought a walk might do him good.
Just as he considered a walk to clear his mind,
Cggkkk-!
âHuhâ¦?â
The Qinghai Swordâs senses stretched over the entire academy and caught something.
Instantly, he drew his sword, Qi surging through it.
The sensation alone made him feel uneasy.
He detected the unmistakable stench of the Unorthodox Arts, the kind the Unorthodox Faction wielded.
Sensing it, he let out a disbelieving chuckle.
âI must really be getting old.â
He was standing guard himself, yet these nobodies from the Unorthodox Faction dared to barge in, brazenly revealing their intent.
In his younger days, no one would have dared such insolence.
Just as the Qinghai Sword prepared to leap toward the source of the disturbance,
âPardon me.â
He heard a sound from nearby.
âAre you perhaps the Qinghai Sword?â
At the question, the Qinghai Swordâs sharp Qi flared out around him.
He hadnât even sensed a presence until they were right behind him.
How?
His senses covered the entire Heavenly Dragon Academy, yet the intruder had slipped past them and approached him from behind.
With Combat Qi surging, the Qinghai Sword addressed the voice.
âWho are you?â
He sized up his opponent.
They were an extreme giant.
They wore a black outfit, and they also had a strange beast leather as a garment.
A deep scar ran down their neck, and just looking at them sent a chill through the Qinghai Sword.
Qinghai Sword knew instantly.
He wasnât sure if he could defeat this opponent.
Just who is this?
His level of power was undeniable, yet his identity remained a mystery.
Cold sweat ran down the Qinghai Swordâs spine.
As he was full of tension,
âI thought so. Nice to meet you.â
The giant smiled, staring directly at the Qinghai Sword.
Yellowed teeth showed as he opened his wide mouth.
The Qinghai Sword watched his opponent warily.
His only thought was escape.
Martial pride didnât matter at this moment.
The fact that someone like this had infiltrated the Academy meant only one thing.
The students are in danger.
The studentsâ lives were at risk.
Rather than finding a way to win, the Qinghai Sword had to find an escape route.
He had to protect the students.
Then,
âYou seem distracted, Qinghai Sword. Your eyes are trembling.â
ââ¦!â
âIâm glad. It means that Iâm still dangerous to you, and Iâll take that as a compliment.â
âI will ask again⦠who are you?â
âMe?â
The giant smiled, clearly satisfied by the Qinghai Swordâs question.
âAh, itâs pretty exciting since itâs been a while.â
Swooosh-!
A rough, ominous aura began to pour from his massive frame.
âI hope you remember who I am.â
As the ominous aura engulfed the area, the giant drew his great sword and drove it into the ground.
âI am the Black Dragon.â
ââ¦!â
âIt seems like you know who I am judging by your expression.â
The Qinghai Swordâs eyes widened after hearing the giantâs title.
It was a name he knew all too well.
Yet, it was said that the man with that title had died long ago.
The giant chuckled, clearly savoring the Qinghai Swordâs shock, before pointing his great sword at him.
âShall we have a dance of swords?â
The Black Dragonâs ominous smile widened, eager for his first sword dance in ages.