Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 519

“Chaos….”

Rowoon reached his destination: a massive iron cage.

It was the prison that had held Chaos captive.

“Chaos!”

He called out the being’s name, but.

“…….”

There was no response.

Normally,

-What brings you here?

-Have you come to offer me your body?

Chaos would have mocked him with such words and revealed itself.

Gulp.

Rowoon swallowed hard, feeling anxious and afraid.

He didn’t raise his voice again.

Staggering, he simply stumbled backward.

He could tell.

“It’s gone….”

The being.

“It’s not here….”

Chaos, who should have been here, was not.

Thud.

Rowoon knelt on one knee, panting.

The fear that had been creeping up on him grew, as if crushing his heart.

‘Not yet.’

Not yet.

Anything could happen.

Rowoon struggled to his feet again and approached the iron cage that had held Chaos.

Srrrk.

The sword in his hand.

Kaang-!

He began to strike the iron cage that had held Chaos.

It was madness.

If everything he had done was a mistake.

‘If this is a trap….’

Kaang-!

He might be doing something he could never undo.

Something that could bring about the destruction of the world.

Perhaps even more than that, he knew.

Kaaang-!

Rowoon struck the iron cage even more fiercely.

With each strike.

‘What if.’

A question and worry arose.

‘What if my masters were consumed by Chaos?’

Kaaang!

‘What if I’m being deceived?’

Kaaaaang-!

Rowoon’s eyes gleamed even brighter.

He looked like a man possessed by madness, but he wasn’t.

Rather, his mind was clearer than ever before.

Kaaaaaaang-!

No matter what it was.

“I have to….”

The one desire that was now rising in his heart was.

“I have to see it for myself.”

He had to confirm the truth of all of this with his own eyes.

This was his inner world.

The prison that had held Chaos contained the essence of his three masters, a work of art that had been refined over thousands of years, but….

Wooong!

He had already reached the level of Chaotic Martial Arts, surpassing even the Three Kings’ Martial Arts.

Crack!

Cracks began to appear in the massive iron cage.

Kaka-kaang!

The speed at which Rowoon swung his sword was increasing.

He discarded the worries that had been complicating his mind, even those.

He discarded everything he had not yet been able to let go of at this moment.

Jjeo-eong-!

The sound began to change.

The power in his sword also began to intensify.

Now….

Jjeo-jeo-jeok-!

The truth was approaching.

“Haa… Haa….”

Rowoon stepped back.

He was breathing heavily.

Before his eyes, he could see the iron cage, riddled with cracks.

Just one more time.

One more time, and the iron cage would shatter, and something irreversible would happen.

Goo-ooo!

The energy surged towards Rowoon.

The moment he decided that there would be no more regrets or hesitation.

Jjeo-eong-!

Rowoon’s sword collided with the iron cage, shattering it into pieces.

Starting with one iron cage, all the iron cages began to break apart.

The surrounding scenery, which had been dark, also.

Jjeo-eong-!

Shattered like broken glass, momentarily illuminating Rowoon’s face.

“Haa….”

Amidst his exhausted breaths, Rowoon opened his eyes again.

What he saw was an empty world of white light.

And there.

“…….”

There was nothing.

The seal that had held Chaos captive had just been broken.

His inner world had shattered, and the area that had been divided from Chaos had collapsed.

So, Chaos should have been before his eyes.

“Where… are you?”

But Chaos was not there.

He looked around in all directions to find the being.

“Where are you!”

He shouted, and even when he unleashed his energy, nothing changed.

How long had he been causing such a commotion?

Towards Rowoon, who was standing quietly with a hollow look on his face.

Ssssk.

A presence was felt.

A faint hope flickered in Rowoon’s slowly turning gaze.

‘Chaos.’

It had to be you.

What he faced was.

Whack.

An unbearable truth.

* * *

There was another person Rowoon had been looking for.

This space was only for Rowoon and Chaos.

If it wasn’t him, there could only be one other being.

“…….”

It had to be Chaos.

The opponent he faced.

Rowoon bit his lip, unable to say anything.

Just now, when the iron cage that had held Chaos was broken, the world had shattered like glass.

Could it be that the fragments remained?

Before Rowoon’s eyes.

“What are you up to?”

Rowoon.

“I asked what you are up to.”

It was himself.

“…….”

The other him didn’t answer.

But one thing was certain.

Ssssk.

He was wearing different clothes than he was, and his face was calm, unlike his own distorted face.

In other words.

He was not his reflection in a mirror.

Another version of himself.

“Are you Chaos?”

Or perhaps it was Chaos imitating him.

“…….”

“Answer me!”

When Rowoon shouted and unleashed his energy, a wind blew.

His hair fluttered.

Finally, the other him opened his mouth.

“You already know.”

Even his voice was the same as his own.

His breath, his respiration.

“Hoo.”

Even the small sigh he let out was exactly the same as his own.

“After seeing this, what are you trying to deny?”

The other him asked him.

“You already knew the truth. You’re just….”

It was the same as before.

The memories that had flashed through his mind when he faced the Sword King.

His childhood, his time as Dank, his memories after meeting the Three Kings, and after returning.

All of those things flashed by in an instant.

“You just don’t want to admit it.”

“Shut….”

“You know.”

As the other him approached.

Stagger.

He stepped back.

He was afraid of the other him approaching.

The other him was not just another being that looked like him.

“What I am.”

The truth.

“What you are.”

A massive truth was approaching him, pressing down on him.

“You are.”

The other him was now right in front of him, looking him straight in the eye.

Everything was the same.

“When did we switch places…?”

He asked.

“When did we switch places….”

He barely managed to hold back the urge to collapse.

“When did you and I switch places?”

That was the conclusion he had reached.

The other him was Rowoon.

That was an undeniable fact, the truth.

And he was….

‘Chaos.’

He was Chaos.

* * *

“When did it start?”

He asked.

That was the conclusion he had barely reached.

“When did we switch places?”

Without him knowing, they had switched places.

He was….

‘Chaos.’

And in the prison where he had been trapped, Rowoon, the other him, had been imprisoned.

“…….”

It was confusing, but he had to know.

“Exactly when did it start….”

Also.

“What is the reason for all of this?”

There must be a reason.

He asked.

“Answer me.”

His head throbbed.

He felt like he was about to collapse, but he had to endure it.

“Answer me!”

And.

“Puh….”

What he heard was a small sound.

“Puhahaha-!”

It turned into a loud laughter that echoed through the space.

“When did it start?”

Finally, the other him began to speak.

He closed his mouth and listened to the other him.

“From the beginning.”

“What…?”

“From the beginning.”

The other him said.

“From the beginning, it was you.”

“What the….”

When?

Right after returning to Earth?

Around the time he met the Three Kings?

“When are you talking about!”

He asked.

“When you faced your masters again… was it then?”

As he said that, he closed his mouth.

It felt awkward.

The existence of his masters, whom he had always thought of comfortably, began to make him doubt if they were truly his masters.

“Those… beings….”

He didn’t know how to express it.

“Since when….”

“From the beginning.”

The other him said.

“From the beginning, it was you.”

The same words repeated.

“You were the one who defeated the Demon King in Gehenna.”

The other him said.

“You were the one who defeated the Martial King in Shaolin.”

“So, since when….”

“You were the one who erased the Assembly and established the Blood Cult, and you were the one who revived the failing Blood Cult.”

“……!”

That meant.

“From the beginning….”

From the moment he returned to Earth.

From then on, he was not himself.

From that time, the being called Chaos had taken over the body of the human Rowoon….

“You were the one who received the teachings of your masters.”

“What?”

“Remember.”

The conversations he had with his masters.

The bonds.

Those times.

“All of that was you.”

“That can’t… be.”

That couldn’t be.

“Rowoon fought Chaos. And he sealed Chaos. It doesn’t make sense.”

How could Chaos, who had not been sealed, become the being called Rowoon?

“What kind of lie is that….”

Why?

At that, the other him smiled.

“Try to remember.”

Remember what?

“Try to remember the time when Chaos and Rowoon fought.”

“How could I not remember….”

But he soon closed his mouth.

He had asked before.

-If Chaos is such a being, then how did you fight him?

Hase-min had asked.

-How did Chaos and I fight?

He had asked himself.

At that time, he had answered like this.

“An immeasurable time….”

The time was immeasurable, and he couldn’t even know it.

“With countless beings.”

“With countless beings.”

The other him and he spoke at the same time.

“In countless ways.”

“In countless ways.”

The same voices echoed, repeating like an echo.

“We just fought.”

“We just fought.”

He closed his mouth.

“That’s all you can say, isn’t it? Because it’s vague.”

Why….

“Even though you didn’t know, you acted as if you knew, and even though you didn’t remember, you thought you remembered. It’s not wrong. That’s how it was from the beginning.”

The other him said, as if cornering him.

“You are Chaos.”

That was the truth.