Possessing Nothing

700 years ago.

It was a long time ago, but Lee Seong-min couldn't stop saying it.

I didn't feel the determination or tension to embrace the struggle of death and death in front of the smiling hematoma.

Whether the basis for relaxation is confidence as a strong person or a year-round senior citizen who has lived for hundreds of years. Lee didn't dare to judge it.

The parachutist.

700 years ago, it was called the Emperor of the Underworld. Unfortunately, Lee Sung-min could not figure out what a shaman is.

If you look through all the memories of your past life, there is no previous shamanism of 700 years.

You're not? ’

[Don't know.]

I was hoping to ask, but Heju replied with a loud voice.

[This old man was alive 700 years ago, but he wasn't very interested in the work of men. This old man's enemies were monstrous and extraterrestrial, not human.]

So I didn't pay attention. Are they... not using weapons? I looked at the blood horse with bare hands.

He gestures at Lee Sung-min with his right hand loosely extended in front of him.

“Since I'm so old, I'll give you your first candle. ”

“Shouldn't you rather be conceived? ”

“I'm old, but I don't think I'm ready for concessions. ”

The hematoma smiles and says. First things first, let's go exploring. I don't have the slightest idea that I can finish in the first second.

So be careful, without giving them any room to fight back. But not dry.

I shot a spear like that. Seongmin's choice of herbs was the insulated island encephalogram, Ocho, Gucheon Muang Chang.

When the current emitted, the spear was already aiming for Hematoma's chest.

The distance between the two was meaningless. One step narrowed the street, and the long spear and the strongness that formed at its tip tried to pierce the hemorrhagic chest before the spear.

“That was quick.”

Assessment of the hematoma was slower than the window. He mutters the assessment, moving his right hand forward, sliding the tip of his spear.

Lee Sung-min did not greed.

We already knew we were going to respond in some way. Reach your foot forward as you retrieve the twisted window.

I swing my spear with my arms. The blunt force on the other side of the window is aiming for the hematoma.

It's a simple gesture, but it's a generous gesture using body, internal air, and force.

The blood horse's tail twitches.

Kwaaah!

The column of the nook disappeared without a trace. The hematoma, like the acrobat, bent its torso greatly and avoided the attack of the isomers.

His pinky fingers, red and strong, aim for Lee Sung-min in that position. A strange sensation pierced my senses.

Storm confidence unfolds. As he leaps into close quarters, Lee sees his place explode.

"What kind of artillery? ’

It was hard for Lee Sung-min to figure out the type of work without being seen once.

In order for that to happen, you have to be born with a genius star. Experience and sleepless eyes...... I don't know what experience is, but Seong-min didn't have any eyes.

‘It's not fast. ’

It was sure. Speed is much faster this way. That's why it gives me a sense of camaraderie. Lee Sung-min swung his whole spear.

The minefield and the blood drive cover the space. Blood horses raise their hands in the air against the incoming aggression.

Hematoma's hands sweep across the front. The red waves that rose along the gesture pushed all of Lee's aggression aside.

“This is a bad place. ”

The hematoma mutters, just as you said. I just spilled it without destroying it.

Lee's attack swept through the floor, and the building that was supporting the nook began to collapse.

Lee took off, ignoring the collapsing building. We haven't been able to determine the hematoma's absence. The only thing you can know.

[It's an ignorant power.]

Even though I moved late, I tore the whole place apart by the spear. Unlike his attitude, Hematopoeia was full of strength.

“Look.”

The flying blood horse said. He points his finger down. There was a one-sided fight going on down there.

The Bladers of the Blind have been unable to block the advancement of the Black Dragon Cove and Yana. The Black Wizards tried to cast their magic everywhere, but their magic could not break through.

“Your bloodline is collapsing. Well... There's no reason for a bloodblindness group to exist anymore anyway. If you work with them, you can catch me easily. How about that? ”

I moved my body instead of answering. Hematoma laughed as she looked at that type of person. It was suggested, but if he really joined forces with the Black Dragon Coven or with Yana, the hematoma would be embarrassed.

I didn't mean to intrigue.

The hematoma truly intended to die here. I wanted to fight against an outstanding unmanned force and be defeated for all I had. Anyone who has lived for hundreds of years will have this hope.

No balls.

No matter how much time you spend, it is impossible to see the end. It was best known to the hematoma than anyone else in the world.

700.

700 years without a job. Even as a vampire, I chose to do the work alone rather than be by her side.

But I can't move forward. As if someone had set an absolute limit, no matter how much time they spent and focused on the work, they could not go any further.

Hundreds of years passed, and the proud shaman became a mind-eating poison.

No matter how hard I try, I can't go forward or see the end. But I didn't want to give up now.

In the end, I felt like I wanted to die fighting. I thought it would be nice if I died fighting with everything I had.

‘Yes, everything. ’

The smile disappears from Hematoma's face. At the same time, the energy that flowed throughout his body fluttered. Lee Sung-min's face was stiff.

‘All of you. ’

The appearance of the hematoma disappeared.

I didn't see it with my own eyes. Suddenly, he burrowed into a blind spot where his vision didn't shine.

Feel the sixth sense and twist your torso. With a swing of the spear, Hegema resists his approach, but his body burrows through the trajectory of the spear like an invisible ghost. The loosely gripped hand was not quick, but still strange.

Quack, quack, quack! A series of hits knocks the self-destruct. Lee Seong-min shot the spear while pushing backwards.

Guryong Killer's brain is ferocious and attacked the hematoma. The hematoma does not retreat.

His shaman was as tenacious as before, but his blood-blowing movements were aggressive. The hematoma holds her hands above her head like a hook.

Chop chop!

The cowardly Guryong Killer has been attacked and ripped to shreds by the hands of the hematoma. Fragments of scattered strength have fallen down.

The hematoma ran without seeing it. Lee Seong-min did not retreat, but ran into Hematoma.

The bloodstream was not glamorous, but the power contained was enormous. Seeing that Guryong's murder was torn in vain, Lee Sung-min prepared the next herb.

Internal air and force entered the window. The outstretched spear creates a tubular concussion.

The hematoma did not avoid the report of a frontal invasion of the body. The red strength that surrounds his body grows stronger.

He leaps into the chasm as a huge, glaring light. The hematoma spreads her hands wide. His movable gestures create a balance.

Rip it out.

That's all I had to say. The chasm that was fired with enough force was ripped out by the blood horse's hands. So, the blood horse pushed his hand gently towards Lee Sung-min's chest.

Seong-min did not retreat, but spread her soul indefinitely. You're a coward. You're a Sambo warrior. You're a saboteur.

The stretch completed the work. The walkable space is cloaked in blood with a clear kill.

More.

The hematoma clenches her hands in fists, muttering in a small voice. The hematoma twists and swings his fist.

Boom!

The strike, with its ignorant power, shakes the space. The first thing I did was get crushed. Hematoma takes a step forward and swings his other fist.

Kwaaah!

Sambo must have been destroyed.

[Unlike you, he's a pleasant fellow!]

Heju was clumsy. Seong-min stood still. At that point, the hematoma once again smashed the Savo frenzy with a swing of his fist.

The hematoma was chaotic.

He doesn't know what he's using. I don't even know who Hematoma was 700 years ago.

But now, Hematoma's stature was superior to any of the men who fought with him.

Even Chang, who was in a position far higher than Lee, could not tear Lee Sung-min's shameless air so easily in the weapons of Chang.

Chang Wang was ahead of Lee, but lacked in other parts than Lee.

But it wasn't a hematoma. His shamanism was clearly aiming for the gap between the two.

It was not just unconsciously strong. I had a vague understanding of nothingness. However, he freely treats the flesh with strong power.

If it were night instead of day, Lee would not be able to win the battle against Hematoma. And if it had been the full moon, he would have been defeated.

So I don't understand.

He has a herd that's about that size. He spent 700 years in the air, but the hematoma only had that much power.

At least he felt that the hematoma was equal to or slightly stronger than the superstition of the enemy who fought the tetrarch.

However, it is not comparable to private equity owners. Not good enough for a hematologist? Is that what wastes 700 years of effort?

In the end, the dead miners come to their senses without reaching the transcendence.

It reminded me of those who were born with such absurd talents. Everyone who's gone through transcendence.

‘Limits……. ’

It's like, "That's it."

Jonghyun Kim called this world a shepherd. I know exactly what that means.

In this world, Eria aims to bring in heretics at all levels and bring together different types of shamanism and magic.

Already several times this huge breeding ground repeats its opening and closing, and each time it achieved its work, it exterminated the Mormoths of the breeding ground in the form of an end.

If you become a complete transcendent, you will be banished from Eria.

The massacre was said to have passed away because even the tetrarch had surpassed.

‘...... That's too much. ’

After all, all the existence of this world is that the limits of growth were established from the beginning.

Occasionally, there are exceptions, such as private stockbrokers and liquor. Most existences do not cross the limit.

Just as the miners couldn't reach transcendence, just as the 700-year-old hematoma was weaker than the tetrarch.

Then what about me?

Suddenly, I thought that. Lee Sung-min was liberated from all fate by eradicating the massacre ceremony.

At the same time, I gained the power of falsehood, which was an exceptional being that exceeded the limits, and I inherited the power of quadrupletism.

Through him, he was forced to have the 'room for growth’ which was inherently impossible for his talents.

Like you.

When you eliminate Volander, you think of the quadriplegic voice that struck your ear.

The hematologist called himself the Emperor of the Underworld 700 years ago.

It's a story 700 years ago. The blood horse who smashed up the Savoy came to Lee Sung-min walking in the sky.

There is no place for a narcissist to discuss the world's greatest things in this age. At the depths of Lee Sung-min's body, his strength was released.

“The Underworld.”

Lee Sung-min muttered in a small voice. The blood horse stretched out his hand, wrapped in light, towards Lee Sung-min.

The reinforcements are completely bent. The room creaks. Once upon a time, on my way back to Haras, I fought Chang for the first time.

Lee Sung-min opened this herb for the first time, and failed to open it completely. This herbal herb was very well suited to the power of Lee Sung-min, but the incomplete body that he had at the time was insufficient.

Nine thousand spears.

It was given to me by Wijihoyeon and trimmed by the owner of the forge.

Even though Lee Sung-min himself is not the worst, his shameless self is the worst.

It was the handful of Mahjong Yang-thousand, the golden one.

The room fluttered and the purple fog shifted.

The system is open.