Possessing Nothing

I'm counting on it.

I didn't have such a shallow thought. Even though they shared the same place as the Mount of Mesh, there is no connection between Lee Sung-min and Gum. On that mountain, only Saxony and Scarlet made a connection.

The sword in Lee's memory was always standing on the cliff side.

An invisible swordsman.

The sword that was staring down at the invisible eye of the mountain looked more like a performer than anyone else on the mountain. That's why Lee Sung-min had a deep impression of the sword.

I had to throw it away.

Maybe Lee Sung-min admired the sword. A sword that looked more practicable than anyone else. It was only a sense of contradiction and self-satisfaction that drives the rational mind at present.

A straight line of spear falls out of Lee's hands. It was a landmine assassination, a second-in-command of the Nine Heavenly Palace. Chang Chang Chang splits his eyes into dozens, striking his sword with the power of his special power.

The sword is not seduced by a maniacally shaking creature. A straight sword held by the right hand. A weapon with a great difference in length from the spear that Lee Lee is holding, but it did not serve as a disadvantage to the sword.

Kakacan! The sound of iron and iron colliding constantly continues. The restless hands of Lee Sung-min produced dozens of movements through a straight window. The sword reacts to the assault, not retreating at all. A sword and a spear collide. The distance between the two is not narrowed.

What kind of sword does the sword use?

The Pokémon cannot afford to watch its target. Lee focused on the movement of the window. Lan and I melted the foundation of Charles into a nine-thousandth pole window. The continuous blast of lightning strikes through the egg and through me, the sword of an ear digging or stabbing. Suddenly, he swallowed a breath once. Lee Sung-min's spear stopped once. Lee Sung-min's spear will shoot forward. The suicides were as swift as the island. But I'm not surprised by the look on his face. The sword spins around in the right hand of the sword, and the sword pulls itself up in reverse and bounces off Lee's spear.

The sword doesn't say anything. The sun was setting. Lee Sung-min lowered the window that was lifted up and down, ignoring the thunder of his hands. The spear falls over the dug ear's head as a blunt instrument. The paw of the sword slides to the side. A sword that swings while diverting aims at Lee's waist.

The moment the sword was about to tear off Lee's side. Lee Sung-min's body turned blurry and disappeared. The indestructible soul scar caused a double vision.

The sword doesn't panic. He twists the direction of the swinging sword slightly. Lee Sung-min, who was a few steps away, opened his eyes when he saw the sword of the sword stabbing his heart. Lee Sung-min twisted his spear as he pulled it into his arms.

Phew! With a heavy voice, Lee Sung-min's body pushes back. Tightens the waist as it swings backwards. I tasted blood through my tightly closed teeth.

Towards successive blades.

Three seconds in Gucheon MukChang, radiant white tam 20239; 34503; 36010;.

The spear splits apart. It disappears. I can't see the shot spear. Does the fluttering Changyoung cover both eyes? Deluded? Drop your eyes. Feel it with your senses. From the bottom up, your ears twist their torso back.

Shwaaak! Blood spurts from the tip of the blade. If the bending had been a little later, it would have been pierced through the spear from under the chin to the head.

“Hahaha!”

A few steps back, the sword bursts into laughter. I didn't think a window would pop up from below. No, it's not just that. If you just stabbed the spear down and up, you wouldn't have cut your ear. How much has changed in that simple gesture? The sword nods, admiring purely.

“Indeed. Is this how the ignorant child of the mountain grew up? ”

The sword speaks and steals the wound from the tip of its nose with the back of its hand. Strange thing. It was shallow, but it was definitely a cut through the skin and bleeding. When the black ear stole the tip of the nose with the back of his hand, there was no wound there.

“I envy you.”

The sword spoke in a small voice. He grabs the sword with both hands. The movement of the sword, halfway across the sword, with its torso bent and straight, looks like a beast preparing to charge.

“I envy your talent. ”

It was a word that did not go overboard.

[Ah.]

In Lee's head, Kim Jong-hyun's voice touched.

[Of course. Why didn't you run away and fight here...]

The sword is running. The speed of the running sword is unprecedented. Suddenly, the black ear disappeared out of Lee's sight, and he moved with a hunch rather than turning his head and eyes to chase after the black ear.

Got it! Left shoulder slashed. Lee Sung-min twisted his back, feeling lucky that the pain had stopped. I get out while drawing a vision with Ilbo Young.

“It's night.”

The black ear spits out. The sliding glare of the black ear in the dark is bloodshot. The swift rush of the body was as free as if it were in the darkness. And it was an absolute death, like the blade of a black guillotine being cut from all sides, and it was carrying that much weight.

Quadruck! The spear was broken in Lee's hands. I tried to stop the sword with my spear, but it was impossible to hold out.

[Be careful, the night is his time.]

I can't afford to answer Kim Jong-hyun's words. Lee quickly pulled out a new window from the subspace pocket on his waist.

[He's a vampire.]

I don't know. Vampire Extraterrestrials are just as famous. A monster that became inhuman. The sun grows stronger at night and a monster cannot live without blood.

The eyes of the Standing Sword flush in the dark. Lee Seong-min took a deep breath and squeezed a new spear. The smiling ear opens its mouth, shrugging.

“Does this look ugly? ”

A sharp pickle between your open lips? I see you. Vampires are famous, but this was the first time that Seong-min ever saw them.

“… Since when? ”

“After coming down the mountain. When I was desperate for the bowl I had. I... didn't want to grow old. I want to do more, but I want to swing my sword more, but I want to go further. My body is already aging, so catch me if you want to go no further. ”

The sword looked up at the sky as it spoke.

“I've been wielding my sword for 50 years. I believed in myself that I had great talent, and I thought that one day it would be the greatest. Chuckle... Chuckle. I was small, an ignorant fool who didn't know the world was big, who couldn't face the wall 10 years ago and find a way over it. ”

So you became a vampire.

“I had to overcome old age. But with my little bowl, I couldn't even dream of a rebound. I... I needed more time. That's why I've been looking for a way to overcome time.... but... I became this body. I'm not satisfied yet. ”

I looked at Lee Sung-min with red eyes.

“When I became inhuman, I gained time. But my body is still old. I... I need more blood. ”

[It seems that the vampire who brought the sword into the bloodline is not so powerful after all. Or not interested in the sword.]

[What do you mean?]

[If you drink the blood of a superior species and mutate, even old age can overcome. The reward for giving up a human is just as sweet. But he still has an old body. Became part of a vampire bloodline that wasn't great, or... had minimal mutation due to insufficient blood. One of the two.]

“Beautiful moon. ”

The sword said.

“The moonlight was beautiful even when you killed Holy Father Doin... It was a beautiful night. ”

“... The potters of the volcano will come to kill you. ”

“It's too late to go back. As soon as I fought against Holy Father Guru beyond the mountain gate, I couldn't go back. Good thing it's night. We're gonna be able to fly a lot more. I could use some more blood. How much will I drink to find youth? ”

The sword smiles at the moon. Frenzy that doesn't have the toughness. No, blindness runs toward what it wants. I envy your talent. What the swordsman said floats in Lee's head.

[Even if the sword isn't strong enough as a vampire. Being a super-associated, super-associated vampire is very dangerous. Especially in the full moon. The swarm is a failure. First, let go of the sword and aim for the day.]

“Are you afraid of me? ”

The sword looked at Lee Sung-min and asked. Phew... There's an air flow from the swords of the sword. Soon it became a red glowing sword.

[... The sword doesn't seem to want to let you go. I can't help it. Hang in there a little longer. The potters of the volcano will be here soon.]

Tough story. Super-absorbed elite vampire who watches the full moon. It is impossible to deal with a person who barely sees the threshold of a superstar.

But Lee didn't want to run away. He picked up his breath and lifted his inner air. The air gushed from the power plant circulated Lee's bloodstream, and the purple air flow was entangled in the window holding him.

It's not efficient. Namgongheewon, Geography, pointed out him. I had no choice. Sims, chi, and sieves are not so used to dealing with internal affairs. However, it was also a proof that the heart gained from the battle with Aeneh was genuine.

“... Amazing. ”

Seeing the strength of purple surrounding Lee Sung-min's spear, he smiled with his fangs.

“I think it'll be fun to fight you. ”

The sword dances.

It was as fierce as a demonic flame traversing the black darkness that was piled up in the Black River. It slipped away, scattered light, confused its eyes, and even harbored the evil power of destroying and cutting everything it touches.

The weight of the wound changes dramatically from the moment each other begins to use strength. If the wound that was touched in the previous engagement only caused the skin to be cut and shed blood, even the wound that was touched becomes fatal from the moment the strength was inflicted. Strength is such an attack. Turns all attacks into a single blow.

But the ultimate master has a countermeasure to that kind of strength.

‘Self-Powering machine...! ’

A thin red energy envelops the body of the sword. Prove to me that it is super-exclusive to be able to spread self-immunity. Lee Sung-min can't use self-defense.

That made a huge difference between a man with a black ear. Lee Sung-min will die from a fatal wound if he is attacked by a sword at least once, but not by a sword.

Nevertheless, Lee Sung-min's method of creation was powerful enough against the sword. The powerful Nine Heavenly Catholic Spear sealed off the sword's movements, showing unprecedented power, and the sword held out its minimal movements and corresponded to Lee's method of creation. The Spear of Seolmin overwhelms the Sword? No, it's not.

The sword was enjoying itself.

Like a predator playing with food. He made fun of Lee Sung-min's spear and ignored the gaps. As the number of novices that were sharing grew, Lee Sung-min realized him. The sword is enjoying. And that I'm not enjoying myself.

That's very...

‘Fuck you.'

I felt that way.

It's bad luck to think about it.

I did four years in Shaolin. Geography and daily weightlessness were fairly stable. The cliff wall has already broken through and is headed for the supermax. If you think about the age of Lee Sung-min, it will not be common for an unarmed person to be this strong. Rather, only some of them are equal to or ahead of Lee, the successors of the same prestigious family, or the direct disciples of a large family such as the Old Testament.

In other words, in an objective sense, the rational mind is never weak. He has the best skills to be considered among his peers. Nevertheless, Lee Sung-min is suffering from inferiority and self-immolation because of his previous memory of Lee Sung-min. It was because of the many genuine geniuses that Lee Sung-min faced at the same time.

So unfortunate. In a small world, you wouldn't have to feel this sense of self-esteem and inferiority if you could just live with the little things. I met some more amazing people because I was unlucky.

I knew people couldn't change that easily.

When I met Flam on Mt. Mesh. When I overcame the ordeal of the Mesh and ignored Flam. He thought he had overcome his own inferiority.

No. The mountain of Mesh was small, and the inferiority of the Lee Seong-min that I saw on that mountain was small. When he got out of that small world and met the big world, he realized that he was mistaken for thinking he had abandoned his inferiority.

Practice in Shaolin taught us to completely abandon that inferiority.

That's why "I" became stronger.

No, I don't.

"I" is still weak.

It is not inferiority and compassion. This was just, for Lee Sung-min, true. I'm weaker than a sword. Therefore, the sword cannot be held responsible for the murder of the Holy Master. All because I'm weak.

I don't want to be weak.

"Really?"

The hand holding the spear feels strange.

‘I know. I'm weak. ’

The sensation is transmitted to the fingers that stutter the window.

‘So I did. ’

With your right foot extended forward, the sensation of your supporting toe.

"Why?"

Falling Sword.

‘I don't want to stay weak. ’

A spear that shoots.

‘I don't want to be embarrassed. ’

The chest of the sword pierces the spear.