Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 92

The life of the powerless is constrained by everything.

Especially time.

In the past, Ro-woon found time to be incredibly spiteful.

Time flowed equally for everyone, but he, being weak, tried to use that time more efficiently than anyone else, and all that time was painful.

Sip.

But those with power are different.

They may also work hard, but they would not be as short on time as those without power.

The gap was already wide.

The way they save time is not by making their time tight, but by.

Squeeze.

Crushing and killing those who try to rise up.

That way, their time could be protected.

The teacup he was holding crumpled like a piece of paper.

The sight of the teacup, made of porcelain, being crumpled instead of broken was somewhat unrealistic, but it was not a difficult task for Ro-woon.

‘Internal and physical.’

The next thing to observe is.

‘Object.’

Because it was external.

A circle is such a power.

If the dantian [energy center], which can be said to be the foundation of a martial artist, is a rechargeable battery, then the circle, which can be said to be the foundation of the mages and knights of Einheart, is.

“Puhah.”

A power plant.

A role like a power plant that sucks in external things and burns them to generate power.

The biggest difference was in the internal and external.

The larger and more numerous the circles, the more power can be absorbed at once.

‘Mana.’

The amount of mana becomes outstanding.

Naturally, its purity also increases, and the power that can be produced through mana also rises.

“Ha.”

Ro-woon, who was lying down, stretched out his body.

The place where he was.

Swoosh.

The sound of a waterfall echoed from all directions, and a strong wind blew.

“Is it three months?”

The newly formed Cheonman Mountain behind the Blood King Castle.

Ro-woon had been there for three months.

It might be a grueling time for some, but for Ro-woon, it was leisure itself.

‘There’s no need to rush.’

After all, his masters cannot be killed by anyone other than himself.

Also, no one would dare to use them.

It was just a matter of finding them.

Those who would do that were working tirelessly outside right now.

“This is the leisure of the powerful.”

Something he had never felt in the past.

He was keenly aware that it was good to have many people who moved according to his will.

Whoosh!

From the ground where Ro-woon’s back was touching, a blue light began to surge upwards.

The time had come.

Ro-woon quickly got up from his lying position and took a stance.

Swish.

His outstretched hands held nothing.

But his hands were shaped as if they were holding a sword.

Guwoong!

The energies that had spread out poured towards Ro-woon.

Clang!

The shock that occurred inside Ro-woon.

There was a sharp pain as his organs twisted and his heart tore.

After that, the blood dantian in his lower dantian shook, and the middle dantian, where the sacred fire resided, fluctuated greatly.

“Haaah.”

As Ro-woon exhaled, a materialized energy flowed out of his mouth, making it look as if he was exhaling blue breath.

Swish.

Ro-woon’s hands rose up.

Swish.

His hands came down again, slowly taking the form of swinging a sword.

And.

Fwoosh!

Ro-woon’s upper body split and burst open.

***

“Damn it.”

Pain becomes familiar.

“The bastard who said that should be caught and killed.”

There is no such nonsense.

Pain does not become familiar.

His masters also said so.

‘You get used to pain?’

A face that said he was talking nonsense.

‘It’s just that you develop patience.’

That’s right.

Pain does not become familiar.

It’s just painful.

Repeating pain, preparing for the pain to come, and enduring that pain.

That’s all there is to it.

Srrr.

The torn wound heals.

He was the same.

Pain never becomes familiar.

The bone-marrow transformation he experienced while practicing the Blood Demon Divine Art and the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, the pain of his whole body being torn apart.

If one were to get used to that, that would be madness.

“Then why are you doing this?”

A welcome voice.

“Bondeno.”

He, who now seemed to have completely adapted to the Blood King Castle, sat next to Ro-woon with a relaxed face.

He had been helping Ro-woon with the mages of Armo.

Armo, a group of mages with outstanding skills in magic circles.

Creating a circle can be done alone, but.

‘It takes too long.’

With their help, it could be greatly shortened.

“Why do you keep doing this while in so much pain?”

Bondeno asked.

Ro-woon’s body had been torn apart non-stop.

The reason was simple.

‘A huge amount of mana.’

A huge amount of mana that a human cannot handle alone is embedded into Ro-woon’s body by the magic circle created by Armo and Ro-woon.

If it were internal energy, Ro-woon might have been able to control it, but the form of power was mana, not internal energy.

‘Mana and internal energy.’

The two opposing forces were tearing Ro-woon’s body apart.

In fact, it was fortunate that he was only being torn apart.

Originally.

‘Pop.’

The truth was that he should not have been able to recognize his form or breathe.

“Why do you do it?”

Ro-woon repeated Bondeno’s question.

“I have nothing.”

“You have nothing?”

Bondeno looked around in disbelief.

“This is your world. Not a world you belong to, but yours.”

How amazing that was.

“And what about Earth, and what is the status of the galaxy now? The Black Market is also yours, right?”

Bondeno, who knew the old Ro-woon, was even more dumbfounded.

“But you have nothing?”

He was right.

Everything was given to Ro-woon.

Even if he found his masters and returned them, his masters would give them back to him.

But.

“Are you mine?”

At Ro-woon’s question, Bondeno closed his mouth.

“Of course, you are. All of you. If I tell you to die, you die, and if I tell you to live, you live.”

Subordinate beings.

They are mine.

But if you think about before that, they are not mine.

“They are people who will leave anyway.”

If there is no subordination, if there is nothing that binds them.

They can leave.

Whether they are for him or not.

People can leave at any time.

“The only thing I can say I have is what I have within me.”

This body.

That’s all.

“I don’t understand.”

Bondeno said.

“Then why do you have the galaxy, the Blood Cult, and such things?”

If he doesn’t even have any expectations or affection.

He couldn’t understand why he would try to have such things.

“……”

Ro-woon did not answer.

“I don’t know. Anyway, what I’m saying is, don’t overdo it.”

Bondeno, who had stood up, said without waiting for an answer.

“No matter what you think, you are a precious person to me and these people. You don’t have to push yourself that hard.”

Push myself?

No.

Ro-woon was more relaxed than ever.

It was just that this terrible pain was better than the pouring sleepiness.

Also, this terrible pain.

“Okay. Thank you.”

It was better than the memories of the past.

Bondeno went back to operate the magic circle.

Ro-woon, who was left alone, muttered.

“Why do I try to have them?”

He was right.

In fact, he knew that he could do everything alone from the corpse disposal site in Mount Hua.

If he didn’t have time to spare, it wouldn’t matter if he quietly grew stronger and then appeared.

The answer to that.

Ro-woon had already come to that answer a long time ago.

“Because I’m lonely.”

Humans are helpless beings.

“I need to rest a bit.”

* * *

He had not yet created a circle.

It was natural.

A circle is the path to the next stage, Ro-woon called it a cogwheel, but in fact, it was closer to a completely different concept.

If the Blood Demon Divine Art and the Heavenly Demon Divine Art were the cogwheels that corresponded to the basics.

‘Damian Swordsmanship.’

This swordsmanship could be said to be the driving part that allows the cogwheels to exert their proper power.

As it was the work of creating a driving part, it was not easy.

In fact, even without experiencing this pain, a circle could be created with a long investment of time.

He just wanted to shorten that time.

“Iced Americano, no syrup, one extra shot.”

A cup of coffee arrived in front of Ro-woon.

“Caramel macchiato, moderately sweet…”

The one who placed the coffee cup on the tray with a long explanation.

“What are you doing?”

It was Lee Yong-jin, the vice-chief of the Ghostly Sound Valley.

“Do you know about the spirit of a server?”

“……What?”

“A person must work as much as they receive. That is a server, that is a true server.”

“No…”

Lee Yong-jin said with shining eyes.

“I have lived too lazily all this time. I have realized many things about the spirit of a server that has been passed down for thousands and tens of thousands of years.”

“So…”

“Server Lee Yong-jin. I will work as much as I have received.”

“You’re not a server.”

Even at Ro-woon’s words, Lee Yong-jin sat down confidently.

Ghostly Sound Valley.

They were living with the help of the Black Market.

The Black Market became Ro-woon’s, and naturally, the Ghostly Sound Valley also became part of the Blood Cult.

After that, there was a big change in the Ghostly Sound Valley.

-We must change!

Lee Yong-jin, who had taken the server test in the Black Market.

-We just receive and eat! Are we beggars! No! We are servers…!

He, the vice-chief, was changing the Ghostly Sound Valley.

The massive support promised by the Black Market and the Blood Cult.

He was going to do as much work as he had received.

In fact, the Ghostly Sound Valley was doing a good job of handling it.

‘Black Market.’

The Ghostly Sound Valley handled the high-priority tasks among the Black Market’s requests, and they also handled the somewhat unpleasant tasks.

The biggest problem that prevented the Ghostly Sound Valley from operating.

‘The Ghostly Sound Valley Lord.’

His problem had been solved.

“How is the Ghostly Sound Valley Lord?”

At Ro-woon’s words, Lee Yong-jin replied with a proud face.

“He is now moving around a little.”

The world of the Ghostly Sound Valley was merged into the Blood Cult.

It was possible because of the will of the Valley Lord, and they settled in the center of Cheonman Mountain.

The Ghostly Sound Valley Lord, who no longer had to maintain the world, was free.

‘Madness.’

His madness was said to be gradually improving with the help of Bondeno’s magic circle, the Blood Cult, and the Black Market.

While Ro-woon was holed up in Cheonman Mountain creating a circle, many things were happening.

“The Black Market has divided the organization into more detailed and complex parts.”

Ha Se-min, who was now naturally sitting and drinking coffee, said.

“Even if the Assembly tries to neutralize the Black Market right now, it won’t be easy.”

Ha Se-min had prepared and trained countermeasures against the Assembly.

“The Galaxy has acquired complete control over the Gyeonggi area. The conflict with the Assembly was a problem, but…”

Kang Eun-ha.

“Under the command of the Heavenly Assembly, Eun-ha has become the definite ruler of the Gyeonggi area.”

Eun-ha was also developing.

“The Eun-ha branch near Shanghai is also maintaining a close relationship with Jongnam. They say that the Jongnam Divine Maiden takes good care of Yoo-ran, so no one can ignore the Eun-ha branch.”

Once he had done some work, things were flowing on their own.

And the biggest change in the meantime.

“When is he coming?”

There was a change that shook the world.

Guwoong.

Here where they were.

Everyone’s gaze turned to the energy that was cast over Incheon Airport.

The changes in the meantime.

“He’s here.”

Einheart and Eun had signed a peace treaty.