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In relation to this 10-star dungeon break, I was about to return to report to the swordsman after handling the secret orders from the swordsman.

Returning to Sega like that, Muncheol Seo headed straight to the garden where the sword castle was located.

however.

buzz buzz.

In the atmosphere of Sega, which is quite different from usual, Seo Mun-cheol stopped walking towards the flower garden.

Then he immediately returned to where the commotion had come from.

“I think Moonlord is seriously thinking about what to do.”

“I don\'t know if this is really a big deal or not...”

There, the members of Sega gathered together and were talking about various things.

Seo Moon-chul approached them and asked, seeing their appearance that even felt an unusual atmosphere somewhere.

“What\'s going on?”

“Ah, the chief.”

At Seo Mun-cheol\'s words, everyone in the family stopped talking and slightly bowed their heads toward Seo Mun-cheol.

Seomuncheol is a person who has been with Geomseong since the cataclysm, and one of Geomseong\'s most trusted aides.

Even though his skills were not enough to be called a hero, he was no worse than most S-class hunters, and he was the second highest ranked person in the Sega after the swordsman.

Seo Moon-cheol pointed out a member of the Sega family he had been having a serious conversation with.

“What\'s going on, are the wolves making a fuss?

“That\'s it... Moonlord pulled out the blue dragon sword.”

“What? Moonlord, the blue dragon sword?”

And Seo Mun-cheol couldn\'t help but be surprised by Ilwon\'s words.

The blue dragon sword was a treasured sword that was said to have been given to Nanseung by the legendary Silla general Kim Yu-sin while he was training in Waryong and received it along with a book of arms.

A treasured sword that accompanied Kim Yu-shin on the battlefield in unifying the Three Kingdoms.

Of course, the blue dragon sword used by the sword master was not the blue dragon sword that General Kim Yu-shin used.

It was just an imitation made after the real blue dragon sword.

However, even if it is an imitation, the story is different if the subject of the imitation is the best blacksmith in Korea.

As a simple example, the auction price that started as a joke reached hundreds of billions of won.

Above all, the Sword Saint was also praised as a masterpiece of the whole body, so there was no need for further words.

That\'s why the blue dragon sword was the most cherished sword among the numerous swords possessed by Geomseong.

The swordsman rarely pulled out the blue dragon sword, and there was only one case in which the swordsman that Seo Muncheol saw pulled out the blue dragon sword.

It was when he thought that the target was an enemy that must be killed.

Thus, after the cataclysm officially ended.

There was never a time when the swordsman pulled out the blue dragon sword.

Seo Mun-cheol asked the members of Sega again.

“Why did Lord Moon pull out the blue dragon sword?”

“Because someone challenged Munju to a duel...”

“What? Requesting a duel with the Moon Lord? What kind of crazy bastard would do such a thing?”

“That\'s... she\'s an academy student, but she says she\'s attending a young lady\'s academy.”

At the words of the Sega member, Seo Mun-cheol was surprised exactly twice.

The first thing that surprised me was the word ‘student\'.

The second was none other than the word ‘lady academy\'.

And after the combination of those two words, Seo Moon-cheol was able to recall the name Kim Seo-jun, whom he met at the last Dream Academy.

“Why is he?”

“We know the details...”

Seo Mun-cheol asked about the circumstances, but all members of the Sega simply shook their heads.

It seemed that they were just watching the fact that the Sword Master had pulled out the blue dragon sword.

‘It should be dried.\'

Seo Mun-cheol hurried his steps again.

I don\'t know what the circumstances were, but it wasn\'t going to end well as long as the Sword Master pulled out the blue dragon sword.

No matter how good Seojun Kim was, he could never defeat the swordsman.

And Seo Mun-cheol wasn\'t worried about Kim Seo-joon.

To be honest, it didn\'t matter what happened to Kim Seo-joon.

but.

‘If things go wrong, the young lady...\'

Seoyoon had a vague idea of what kind of existence Seojun was.

‘Things of that time must not be repeated.\'

Seo Mun-cheol\'s right arm, which had been cut off a long time ago, was aching.

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meanwhile.

“Seojun. You don\'t have to do this.”

Seoyoon stood in the way and was busy tearing Seojun off.

“I will ask my grandfather. If I ask myself, my grandfather will...”

“No.”

However, Seojun shook his head firmly.

He didn\'t want to receive help like that, and in fact, Seo-joon didn\'t act like this just to get help from the Sword Master.

If the intention was simply to get help from the swordsman, Seojun didn\'t have to do this.

According to the association staff, the information could be viewed once the fact of disappearance was confirmed, so we just had to wait until the fact of disappearance was confirmed.

And at that time, I just had to check the information with Soo-yeon.

Perhaps Soo-yeon already knew about it and was waiting for the fact of her disappearance to be confirmed.

But the problem was that the process took several days.

No one knew what would happen in that time.

And above all.

‘There\'s no guarantee that something like this won\'t happen again in the future.\'

Seo-joon was wary that something like this could happen again at any time.

It is currently unknown what reason Mancheol went missing.

But what if the reason was none other than Seo-joon himself?

It may be an excessive guess, but Seo-jun thought that if he put off the story of Amseong, it might not be just a guess.

And if so, it could continue to happen in the future.

Seojun had the power to protect himself.

However, he did not have the strength and power to protect those around him.

That\'s why Seo-joon decided to bring in the Sword Saint.

If you touch Seo-jun\'s person, the swordsman will come out directly.

To instill this imprint on people.

This was Seojun\'s real intention to involve the swordsman in this case.

It\'s okay to laugh at it because it\'s hogahowi.

Until Seo-joon becomes a professional hunter and becomes the world\'s strongest hunter.

Until you gain the strength and power to defend and protect your people.

Seo-joon only uses the swordsman\'s power and power.

So now.

“I will come and win.”

Seojun had to defeat the swordsman.

“......”

Seo-yoon was at a loss for words at Seo-joon’s unwavering words.

In fact, Seo-joon gained nothing from this action.

Is it still necessary to go this far?

That too, as collateral for a relationship with oneself. How can I say that I can throw it away so easily?

Seo-yoon suddenly thought of that and felt that Seo-joon was savage.

However, in a part of my heart, if the target was not Mancheol, but myself.

Even then, would Seo-jun give up everything and step forward like that?

He knew better than anyone else that Seo Jun could not defeat the swordsman.

That\'s why I don\'t want to lose Seo-joon like this.

But why?

Seoyoon didn\'t even want to block that decision.

In the end, Seoyoon was in that fierce conflict.

“You must… win.”

I couldn\'t bear to hold on to Seo-joon.

Seo-jun nodded to Seo-yoon and headed to the place where the swordsman was waiting.

And soon after, I was able to face countless people and the Sword Saint.

“If you\'re thinking that I\'ll look after you because of Seoyoon, stop right now.”

Swordsman let out a sad cry and said to Seo-jun.

Even though it\'s just a face-to-face, it feels like being stabbed with a needle.

Seojun grabbed Longinus\'s spear and said.

“Not at all. Sword Saint-nim, I hope you keep your promise.”

“I will admit that spirit.”

S-Leung!

As the swordsman took a step forward and drew his sword, the surroundings instantly fell silent.

Unlike the first meeting, Geomseong pulled out a real sword, but even Seo-joon looked at it as an unusual sword.

“Don’t give up the player.”

However, the swordsman nodded his head at Seojun as if no further words were needed.

At first glance, the attitude of belittling the opponent.

‘I\'ll go with full power from the beginning.\'

Seo-joon thought that no matter how much he was a swordsman, the current Seo-joon would be able to withstand a few matches.

And I was sure that if I aimed well at that gap, I would be able to inflict some damage.

Seo-joon hit the ground and activated the aura blade at the same time.

Spaaaaaaaa!

Then, a bluish energy enveloped Longinus\' spear, and Seo-jun swung the spear without hesitation.

and.

Ka-ang!

“Keugh!”

From the first clash, Seo-jun could immediately realize how arrogant he was.

The blow he had just swung had the same power as the one that defeated Min-yul in the final match of the last event.

Seo-jun, who did his best from the beginning.

“Is it just this much?”

However, the swordsman lightly blocked it, as if blocking a blow from a bastard.

On the other hand, Seo-jun almost missed Longinus\'s spear at the moment in his numb grip.

Obviously, it was you who brought the players... but

at that moment.

‘danger!\'

In response to the alarm ringing the alarm, Seo-joon instinctively leaned back.

And at that moment, the sword of the sword master passed by the tip of Seo-jun\'s nose.

‘...I mean it.\'

Seo-joon immediately bounced back and prepared for a counterattack.

However, the swordsman did not allow Seo-jun to act like that.

Caang! Kang!

“Kuk!”

As if a sword were dancing, Seo-jun was entangled and entered.

The pure white blade is vicious, like chasing prey.

It seems to flow and then stops, and it seems to approach but disappears, dazzling the eyes.

Ka——Ah!

sword dance.

The sword of the sword castle flowed like water and at the same time possessed hideous destructive power.

“Cuck!”

Each attack entangles Seo-jun like a one-hit kill.

Rather than thinking of counterattacking, Seojun was in a hurry to block the blow of the swordsman.

Kang!

‘This bastard...!\'

Meanwhile, the swordsman was quite surprised right now.

Even just a few months ago, he was nothing more than an insignificant bastard.

I knew the potential was great, but not to this extent.

It was nothing more than an outstanding level at the student level.

It was said that he showed an exceptional appearance in the last mock exam, but the swordsman thought he was just going to be like that.

But this guy you see now...

Kagagak!

Even at this moment, he was growing up.

It was difficult to block each blow, but at some point, he tried to create a gap little by little.

‘That weapon...\'

Especially the spear he uses.

It looked unusual even at a glance, but for some reason, it was offsetting his sword skills.

If it wasn\'t for that, the duel would have ended right away.

For some reason, even though the swordsman pulled out the blue dragon sword, he couldn\'t pierce Seo-jun\'s spear.

So, in fact, the swordsman had no intention of doing his best.

Even though I said I was sincere, there was a heart that looked down to a certain extent.

‘I don\'t know what tricks you\'re trying to do...\'

The swordsman added a bit of sincerity to the blow he wielded.

Ka——Ah!

“Cool!”

Seo-joon spat out a handful of blood rising from the inside at the sudden momentum of the swordsman.

In fact, Seo-joon was arrogant.

In the meantime, while beating the same students and promising prospects, he vaguely thought that there would be no better than himself.

But literally, the students were the students.

Prospects were literally those who had not yet come out of the world as prospects.

But now that I see the Sword Saint, I know it.

invisible

I can\'t even see the huge difference between Geomsung and Seojun.

The name Geomseong (劍星) was given to those who pursued the tip of the sword.

Cataclysm hero. S-class above S-class.

The realm of heaven outside the sky.

Even now, Seo-joon felt a vague sense of frustration that he was not at his full strength.

Is that why?

‘I want to reach.\'

Seojun wanted to reach such a swordsman.

“Are you just challenging me on this subject?”

that arrogance.

With just that name, no one dared to touch the people around him.

Seojun had no choice but to admit it.

‘I want to be.\'

Seo-jun admires the swordsman.

I admire its strength.

I admire not only its strength, but also the process of reaching that level.

Shakyamuni once said this.

Don\'t forget the pain that hides behind the splendor.

Seo-joon was able to truly realize the meaning of it only when he saw the sword castle.

Ka——Ah!

The swordsman\'s day did not come in one day.

It was Seo-jun himself who was arrogant, not the Sword Master.

I was trapped in the falsehood of being a transcendentalist and looked down on myself without even realizing it.

Seojun is weaker than the swordsman. infinitely weak

Seojun was finally able to look at himself objectively.

But someday.

Someday, beyond that longing.

‘I want to jump over.\'

The sensation of holding the window suddenly feels strange.

I don\'t feel any tactile feeling in my hands gripping the spear.

The illusion that time slows down?

I do not know.

strange.

the steps you are taking now.

sword that strikes.

It is awkward.

this feeling now.

shot window.

and momentarily

Pooh!

Seo-jun\'s shoulder was cut deeply, and bright red blood gushed out.

Seo-joon couldn\'t stand the intense pain and eventually dropped the spear.

“Seojun-san!!”

At that moment, Seoyoon, who was watching, hurriedly ran out to Seojun.

“Ah…”

“As expected…”

“But it was great.”

The members of Sega, who had been watching breathlessly, burst into exclamations and regretted Seo-jun\'s defeat.

at that time.

Seo-joon\'s voice resounded quietly.

“Promise… I hope you keep it.”

And with the figure of Seo-joon collapsing.

Spoon!

“...!!”

“...!!”

“...!!”

Between the sword saint\'s cheeks, thin lines of blood flowed that were barely visible.

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In a deep, dark cave.

There, a middle-aged man was walking with an old man on his back.

how long did it take like that

The middle-aged man let out a heavy breath and put the old man down on the floor.

“Huh...! Huh...! Is it safe here?”

“Cool! With the barrier magic turned off, we can... buy some time. Cool cool! But how long will this body last...”

Then the old man vomited a handful of blood and replied.

The surroundings were dark, so I couldn\'t see the old man properly, but he looked pretty serious nonetheless.

“Patience. If I knew this would happen, I wouldn\'t follow. I was tempted by money for no

reason...” “It\'s not too late now... I\'ll risk my life to stop you, so get out of here.”

“Stop talking like that when everyone is dying. And if the old man risks his life, will he be able to escape?”

“......”

The old man could not bear to answer that.

Then the middle-aged man clicked his tongue and said.

“Tsk. That\'s it. And wouldn’t it be more helpful to the world if someone like you lived rather than a handyman like me?”

“So anyway. I\'m just an old man with a few days left to live...”

“That\'s that again. I hate to hear it. If there is no one to be paid, think that I will be in trouble too. So don\'t forget to give the reward in kind. I need it to send my daughter to the academy.”

“... I never dreamed that the Distortion would suddenly happen. If I knew it would be like this, I would have come alone... I\'m sorry. I am so sorry.”

The old man continued to apologize.

A middle-aged man said to the old man.

“Come now, what does that mean? And don\'t worry too much. Maybe people have noticed by now. Maybe he\'s coming to rescue you now. So we only need to hold out until then, so please don’t die.”

“Probably…not likely.”

“Why?”

The old man said with a confused expression.

“When I came, I asked the president of the association not to reveal anything about it. It\'s because I had to deal with it secretly, but that actually got me in trouble. Maybe… we will have a hard time surviving.”

And the old man said with a despairing expression.

However, the middle-aged man replied with a smirk.

“Well… I think he might find a way somehow.”

“That… what are you talking about? Or rather, who are you talking about?”

“There is.”

A middle-aged man... No, Mancheol said with his characteristic disapproving expression.

“What an idiot.”