No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 43

First.

‘Lineage.’

The mystery that his body has inherited from his ancestors cannot be caught up to by anyone else. Isn’t that why he was able to achieve such great results with blood magic using his own blood as an offering?

However, just because the firepower is great doesn’t mean everyone can control it. Usually, they end up going out of control because they can’t handle the blood.

Therefore, we can know about Cassice Demillang’s second talent.

‘Control.’

It is the sense to control mana. The talent to handle and perceive external natural energy outside the four limbs and body as if they were one’s own hands and feet. In addition, a new martial art was added.

Replacing paralyzed nerves and neurons with thousands of strands of mana finer than a single thread.

Made by a genius whose limbs were paralyzed just to lead a daily life like others.

The will of heaven.

‘I will show you the grudge of the Solitary Sword Technique!’

So I turned on the switch of Cheon Seogong.

From the moment I concentrated all my energy into my pupils, I couldn’t breathe. My breath was swallowed inward, and everything in this world, everything caught in my vision, felt slow. Even I felt slow as if slow motion was applied. The world except Ryuseong was moving very slowly.

At that moment, I realized that almost all humans can’t move their bodies properly.

‘Was 1 second… this long?’

It wasn’t that the world slowed down, but my vision slowed down. It was because no one moved during that fleeting moment when I finely shredded and scattered the perceived 1 second. However, Ryuseong was different. In the slowed-down vision, Ryuseong alone was staring at me with a movement that wasn’t affected by slow motion.

So transcendence was divided into whether you could properly perceive time or not.

Thanks to Cheon Seogong, I barely perceived the fragments of a moment. However, I couldn’t move to keep up with that speed.

Like a trapped animal.

‘Now I understand.’

To become strong, you have to breathe properly without missing a single breath of this world.

‘Was I breathing properly?’

One person moving through the shattered moments completely occupied my vision. Now, only Ryuseong was moving at his own speed. This seemed to be the reason I couldn’t visually confirm his attacks until now.

He already knew. He had already put his body in a world where a single breath, a single interval crossed the line between life and death.

‘I don’t want to lose.’

For a moment, my mind went blank, and my muscles exploded with sparks, aiming at a single point. Two people moving at a constant speed in the slowed-down world, the shock in the bright blue eyes.

My senses, sharpened to the extreme, told me.

‘…I won.’

Crack!

The broken stick. The stick that broke along the wood grain as if bursting. The heavy and destructive wooden stick with an iron core embedded, making it sturdy and solid but difficult to lift, was grasped in Ryuseong’s hand, and my weapon was intact. And wide-open eyes. Two round eyes that turned bright blue.

‘I won……’

Thus, a purple hue bloomed. Because I smiled as if lilac leaves were blooming.

It was the cat of joy.

***

At the moment of ecstasy when the purple eyes smiled destructively like a soft blooming flower, Ryuseong thought that smile was violent.

That smile that engraved defeat on him more painfully than the principal’s declaration of victory.

‘It’s not that I don’t acknowledge defeat.’

This means that it’s a problem because I acknowledge it. Ryuseong couldn’t understand Cassice Demillang, who caught up to his own growth rate.

He had regressed, and Cassice Demillang had not.

Without the experience of a regressor, without spending as much long time growing as himself, he was chasing after him at such a fast pace.

Then does that mean he was originally a being who could bloom with this much talent?

A warning bell rings. His whole body screams to be wary of him. Because it had to be Cassice Demillang of all people who was born with such a great talent. It could have been anyone else, but it had to be Cassice Demillang. If only he wasn’t strong, he would have let him live with peace of mind.

‘Why did you have to be born with talent too.’

Ryuseong thinks Cassice Demillang is crazy.

He is crazy. Completely insane. Not in his right mind. He doesn’t even doubt that these expressions would be mild. How can he be like that? What is the problem? Where should I start tracing back? Can I fix him? Isn’t it another arrogance to decide to prevent someone so broken from becoming a threat to the world?

But he couldn’t give up on himself. If he wasn’t going to kill him, he had to stop him somehow, and if he had to trace back, he had to go back.

He had to bring the moment in the trauma where he burst your serene cerebrum into reality.

But Ryuseong didn’t want to do that anymore. Not that he shouldn’t do it, but he didn’t want to do it anymore.

He didn’t want to kill him anymore.

‘It’s not physical attachment.’

This wasn’t some affection that arose from frequent contact. Rather, the more his body came into contact, the more it emphasized the fact that Cassice Demillang was a son of a bitch.

For example, not long ago. The day after Cassice Demillang and Ryuseong decided to start dating publicly. When he kissed his cheek in the lecture hall, Cassice Demillang ridiculed Ryuseong.

―Is that all you’ve got?

Arrogant eyes that seemed to look down on him. His lips twisted at the gaze that looked at him as if dealing with a child.

That was the reason. The reason he kissed his throat as if violating it was simply that. He wanted to stimulate him by stuffing himself into his narrow mouth and making him feel as he pleased, giving him a sense of humiliation. But he seemed to like being treated roughly of all things.

Seeing him crying sexily without even caring about being seen by others……

‘I want to punish him.’

Putting his arm around his neck was the last mercy when he couldn’t find a place to put his hands and just tightly closed his eyes and trembled. The only consideration his own self, who would stir him up, could show.

Should he not have done that?

Cassice Demillang hugged him as he was about to fall and didn’t let go. He looked up at him with a gaze that seemed to cry desperately and leaned his light weight fully on him like a shriveled doll. And he seemed to not even be aware of what expression he was making.

So he just made him realize.

“When will you fix the habit of blaming me when you’re the one who wants to cling?”

You, who were crying and trembling just a moment ago, bit his ear as if provoking him. Crunch, hard.

I don’t know how many faces you have. I don’t know which expression is sincere.

“Still, I’ll let it slide. I find it quite cute when you dare to act cheeky.”

“……”

“Please continue to crawl up in the future.”

You who are so arrogant and disgusting.

“I’m tired of obedient dogs, so isn’t it because I cherish you?”

You son of a bitch who doesn’t treat humans as humans.

“Close your eyes. ……Do you not want to avoid it?”

“……”

“Then, remember this moment only with me.”

Of all times, you’re kind like a charity at the most needed moment.

“A lethal poison is dissolving your internal organs. How did you endure this while staying sane……”

In the end, realizing that you don’t even treat yourself as human……

‘……You.’

He seemed used to having his life targeted.

A life that calmly assesses his own lifeline, saying he doesn’t die easily even after swallowing a lethal poison.

A life skilled in the extreme and irrational situation where someone comes to kill him.

When Ryuseong found out that he rather encouraged someone to spread a story about himself in a clothing store, he thought he was complicated. The fact that Cassice Demillang, who had a twisted personality because he was human after all, had to have his own reasons for his behavior made Ryuseong suffer.

Because you of all people are human, because even someone like you is human and has a story in life.

But it was the first time he learned that death was always by his side. A fact he couldn’t even find out before the regression. He seemed rather familiar with assassins, and it was as if he thought he could die at any time.

“It would be nice if the world and everything else were destroyed……”

He thought what you said before the regression was spine-chilling like madness.

Looking back……

‘Maybe, you were too exhausted.’

Your dead face in the trauma doesn’t leave my head. That white skin. That serene smile. You looked peaceful only when you died, and comfortable as if you had reached a predestined ending.

Why did your life have to be so extreme?

‘And why, even that resembled me.’

You once confessed that whenever you saw me, it felt like looking at yourself. The reason Ryuseong often clashed with you before the regression was none other than because a path that could have been himself resembled you.

So when the world was destroyed because of you, Ryuseong was just looking at the bottom of himself. It’s just that he was always curious as to why you, the young master, stood at the edge of a cliff.

‘Was it your lifelong wish to live like a human too? Was a life where you had to make such a thing your lifelong prayer given to you too?’

Why?

***

‘Yes, bucket list achieved!’

Haha, a crushing victory against the protagonist was my mission impossible. Impossible because it seemed impossible. I did officially win with blood magic, but that was a match made possible by targeting the trap that it was Ryuseong’s first encounter with blood magic, so it was difficult to say we properly fought, wasn’t it?

But this time, we really fought properly. Like, huh? We fought while flying around like Shaolin martial arts, using breakfall techniques, and rolling. Impossible! You’ve been ripped apart in the walkthrough now, dude! Impossible, do it!