Possessing Nothing

Sararak.

Sararak.

All you can see is the sand spilling from the hourglass on the floor. In fact, it was not a convenient watch. It's because we didn't know exactly how many days had passed.

I didn't want to care. A world with nothing. Silence. It was a familiar mountain of mesh. Abstinence was the same. Rather, it was thought that this performance was better than that of the Mesh in the mountains or in Shaolin. At least there was no pain from gold, no geography that made me aware of inferiority.

In such a world, I felt comfortable doing it myself.

At first, it was.

This noisy world has become a hell of a lot worse than Mount Mesh. It didn't take long for that to happen. No matter how much you move or move, your body doesn't get tired. I'm not hungry either. I missed the upcoming horse riding. I miss hunger. I miss thirst.

I imagined eating food even though I didn't have to. I drank water. I drank alcohol. But I can feel it, but I'm not satisfied. I don't drink at all.

There is no one to point out. I have a clear memory of the shaman, but I feel awkward not with my skills. Something doesn't feel right. Thinking about it, it was impossible to find out what was wrong.

That's why it's blocked. A world where consciousness only exists, but the inner air could be used. However, it is only immediately achieved when the air is depleted. The wrong shape of the unfolding void immediately entangled the flow of the air, and the pain caused by it was more evident than reality.

How long has it been?

It's not 100 years old yet?

When did I expect it?

10.

There's still a lot of hourglass left. Rana runs away from the opening of the Nine Heavenly Theatre.

I'm trash.

13.

Not like this. Be aware of it later. Humans don't change. It's hard to change.That's why we're acting. Someone other than me. But it doesn't fit. So my black is ugly. I think back to what Namgongheewon said. Then I open the Nine Heavenly Moon Theatre window.

It didn't go well.

Fifteen.

Think geography. Think about what you've learned from geography. In the world of consciousness, memories come vividly. I did not forget what I did in Shaolin. I think it's a relief.

Twenty-seven.

Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab don't blister your hands. I'm not tired. How many spears have you stabbed?

Thirty.

Spears are stabbing and swinging. Chang, Chang Young, Chang, Chang Jun and Jung Hwa are the feasts of heaven, and the spears of Shaolin are exceptional among them. But I'm not in the middle of anything.

41.

Why am I so human?

Fifty.

I have half a hourglass left.

53.

But what have I got?

60.

Just a little more.

74.

Even if I leave like this, nothing will change. Kill me. Kill me. I have to kill myself, weak and trashy. What do I fill in the slaughtered spaces? Am I the one who fills him?

81.

Sir, I'm sorry I killed you. I shouldn't have fucking killed you.

Ninety.

I knew how incompetent I was. Despite a little sand remaining, I have made little progress. Haven't you been faithful? I've been swinging my spear without sleep for 100 years.

I feel him even when I don't have an inferior genius by my side. Ten people who had been through this trial before with Denise. They all said the first 100 years were easy. And what am I?

Really? I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't drink, I don't cheap.

I did not work hard. I was just killing time without grabbing the spear.

It's hard to change. You came here because you wanted to kill yourself, because you wanted to be stronger. The nation still can't walk and crawls. I didn't learn to walk. Oh, Flam. Flem, I wasn't overcoming you back then. Mesh, you were wrong.

95.

Let's stop.

97.

You can't stop.

99.

The sand runs out.

100.

“Again.”

Lee Sung-min muttered in a quiet voice. Other people who have challenged this trial, as Denir said, have had the first 100 years with ease and gained something. It wasn't Lee Sung-min.

For 100 years, he boasts that he has swung his spear as many times as he has ever done. But the shameless have not made much progress. There is no compensation for oak classes and no forced growth of skills here. Just swing, swing. You have to see a new milestone through that repetition and go directly through it.

It was hard for Seong-min. How many times have I been desperate... for 100 years? How many times have I given up? How many years has it been since I swung a spear? What have I done for 100 years? What you have left, what you have gained.

As it were.

Lee Lee approached the Sand Glass, dragging his vagina foot. The sand no longer falls. Reaching out to the Sand Glass, he swallowed a gulp. Can we just... stop here?

No, you can't. If you quit here, you're no different from before. I turned away and ran away again, but in my mind I changed. I did it. But I'm sure you'll find it disgusting that you've overcome it. Then you hit the wall again and you'll feel inferiority and self-esteem.

I hate it.

I didn't want to do it anymore. Lee Sung-min gripped it and grabbed the hourglass.

[Asshole.]

Denner's laughter sounded like it was ringing in his head, and the first day of 200 years began.

Know helplessness. Know weakness. Get rid of him. Drop it. Don't think you want to change. Change. Don't settle for a change. The longing, the longing, the unconscious, the eye-opening. The sand has fallen considerably. What happened? It was easy to understand. I was crazy for a minute. Or a long time. What did I do during this crazy moment that I can't even remember?

No, I don't want to know. I just thought it was a waste of time. Even my weak mind was contemptuous.

There was plenty of time. Although the performance here is not reflected in the body of reality, it was clear from the beginning that ‘memory’ was important to remember. that allowed Lee Sung-min at that time to live. He was able to have confidence that he could live differently from his previous life because of the memory of his second life as a mercenary.

The practice of the arts was never dull. I began the fulfillment of the immortal soul in a mood to ventilate him. There is a lot of time - there is no need to spend this much time efficiently

All you have to do is hold on.

One way or another, we don't have to go crazy.

Half the hourglass is still there, 100 years later. This 100 years has been much more rewarding than the first 100. I was confident that I had moved forward a few steps. But it was not enough, not even basic prayers, not even the Nine Heavenly Catholic Churches, not even a single soul.

Let's familiarize ourselves with the Zixian ball.

Performing judicial procedures is necessary to balance the distorted seam sieve. When the law reaches its height, it is up to you to face the wall naturally and how you penetrate it. Is it possible to face such a wall in this world?

Let's do it. We have plenty of time anyway. If that's not enough, let's flip the clock. At least, Lee Sung-min felt joy because he had a good goal.

It's been a pleasure for centuries.

The sand no longer falls. The 200 years are over. Lee Sung-min who was meditating opened his eyes.

“This is great. ”

Lee Sung-min muttered with a grumpy face. After 100 years of clinging to the ball, I didn't even feel like the wall was moving forward. Lee Sung-min realized how gross and trashy his talents were. However, in a reality other than the conscious world, achievements were gradually gained as far as we went without employment. If you think about it, it could have been achieved because of the skill set, the furnace class, and the growth correction of the lower asellus.

But in the conscious world, those corrections don't apply. Lee Sung-min here is not getting any growth incentives. They don't do it with skills, they do it with their own. So growth is slow. Lee Sung-min realized how extraordinary talents and efforts were among the unmanned born in this world, such as Saesam Geography and Nam Gongheewon. They have reached their limit without using any skills.

‘Wijiho-yeon is as strong as a monster. She is rewarded with overwhelming talent and skills. ’

All right, that's it. They're them, and I'm me. Lee Seong-min slowly got up. Until a few decades ago, I felt helpless, but recently it was also almost gone. Zixiang ball was ripe and barely grew, but his hair was still clear.

“So far, 300 years. ”

Lee Sung-min muttered as he reached for the Sand Glass. If you flip it over, it takes 300 years. At the end of that time, Lee Sung-min performed for 600 years.

I was bored to think of it that way, but Lee Sung-min unhesitated to turn the hourglass upside down.

After 600 years, I began to feel like I was enjoying working without balls.

I realized that I should not sell out only Zixiang ball. Sims, Gi, Che. It's not balanced just by getting used to the Zixiang ball. In this conscious world, there would be no coin horses, but we needed to master the artisans even later.

300 years was easy to share. Draw scale on the hourglass. The three-dimensional scale will give you roughly 100 years. Learn the 100 years for yourself, the nine thousand for the 100 years, and the 100 years for the eternal soul.

I thought so.

300 years of performance was boring and joyful. Surprisingly, my head was clear. The first 100 years of this trial were crazy, but the next training was even better than the first. Is he used to it? Seong-min tilted his head.

At some point, they don't even self-study. I'm not even aware of inferiority. Maybe it's just stuck deep in your mind, and maybe you'll lift your head up again in the future.

Don't do that.

Turn the hourglass back.

Raise the objective up. Lee Sung-min tried to recreate the spear that hurt the sword to death in the fight with the sword. It failed. After 600 years, Lee Sung-min did not reach the spear that killed the sword.

“Good. If you've done it a few times and succeeded, it's not me. ”

Lee Sung-min nodded, smiling. Of course, I enjoyed the anticipated failure. There is no need to be discouraged from failure. There's plenty of time. So let's move on. Farther, farther away.

When I was a thousand years old, I looked at the wall. Seong-min grabbed the boat and laughed.

“A thousand years of practice and staring at the walls of the supernova! ”

Denir lied to Lee Sung-min. This trial is not just about training consciousness in the conscious world. Achievements here are late. No matter how much you perform, you can't achieve that efficiency. That's why all the geniuses who call themselves "me" go crazy and die. "They are not accustomed to frustration and are not accustomed to failure. I think I can do it because I know I'm a genius. But it fails, and even after a few hundred years of hard work, it goes crazy.

But it wasn't Lee Sung-min. He was used to everything. And you're a fool. Stupid, incompetent. I'm used to feeling inferiority, compassion, despair.

“After 1,000 years of looking at the wall, How much further do we have to go to get over the wall? ”

Lee Seong-min challenged me with a pleasant feeling.

500 Years Begins

“I touched it.”

I have succeeded in reproducing the Lance that killed the Sword. Yeah, I just reproduced it. I couldn't do anything more. I was able to draw the same spear, but it was impossible to spread another spear with that power.

“That's me. Poor bastard. ”

Lee Sung-min clasped his spear while murmuring.

600 years.

“When will I become a superhero? ”

Stupid idea.

“Maybe I'm already crazy. Or dead.”

Nevertheless

“Just a little more. ”

Lee said with a killer smile.