Reader’S Regeneration Life [EN]: Chapter 391

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Indeed, that’s where they are.

‘Descendants of Light’—that’s what they initially called themselves, but eventually, other races began using the same term for the Celestial Race.

Except for the Demon Race, naturally.

The reason they were acknowledged as such likely stemmed from their constant proclamations of light, their pure white wings, their dazzling golden hair that seemed to shatter into light, and, perhaps most significantly, their exceedingly beautiful appearance.

‘…We are not light itself.’

As a top-tier Celestial, Sha felt an even greater responsibility to think, speak, and act like a true Descendant of Light.

Even though they weren’t light itself, they called themselves Descendants of Light, and Sha believed it was their duty to embody a 모습 [appearance/demeanor] worthy of that title.

‘To spread the will of light to the world.

And for us to finally become true light.

To that end, it is right that we guide more people.’

Frankly, Sha couldn’t fully agree with Zion’s words yet.

If Zion truly intended to follow the light, there was no need for such open hostility towards the Holy Prussen or their side. Even if it was just for appearances, he could have at least made some gestures of cooperation.

However, Zion Clausel of Hispaania immediately reacted sharply, declaring his refusal to accept it.

As the tension between them escalated, neither was willing to listen to the other’s perspective, and ultimately, the Holy Prussen, convinced of their own righteousness, pushed the Celestial Race to the forefront.

‘Are these people sinners?’

In the past, Sha would have answered with an unequivocal yes.

But now, looking directly at the 모습 [state/condition] of these so-called sinners, Sha vaguely realized he could no longer be so certain.

They seemed more rational, more dedicated, and more impressive.

He even entertained the thought that they were more deserving of the title ‘Disciples of Light’ than those who screamed incoherently and radiated madness from their eyes when they stepped forward.

‘If we are truly Descendants of Light, what does that light desire?

Does it want to burn all those who do not follow its path?

Or does it want to guide those who are lost within it?’

‘I don’t know, I don’t know.

Because light does not answer.

It only illuminates whether the path we are taking is right or wrong at the last moment.

Until now, I thought and believed that our path was right.

But we, the subjects, are neither light nor gods.

Perhaps we are truly nothing, merely intoxicated by our own 모습 [image/perception], walking down the wrong path.’

Sha unknowingly bit his lip and clenched his fist.

A thought he had never properly considered before.

What if they were going astray, harboring wrong thoughts and committing wrong actions?

Could they, the Celestial Race, truly be called Descendants of Light?

Had they been granted the right to punish others with their own hands?

The moment these doubts, which he had been trying to suppress, surfaced, their power amplified explosively, transforming into a raging storm within Sha’s mind.

The path that had seemed so clear until recently became a pitch-black darkness, obscuring even the slightest glimpse of what lay ahead.

The Descendant of Light was lost and wandering; Sha had to laugh at himself and let out a sigh.

With a gloomy expression, Sha left Zion’s location and simply looked around.

The enemies, the sinners, the fallen—this place he knew as their lair was just the world of humans that he originally knew.

Nothing more, nothing less.

A place where those who desire light but are ultimately closer to darkness, but where there are more people who want to head towards the light rather than fall into it.

“You have a lot on your mind.”

Kim Yu-hyeon, who had approached unnoticed, spoke casually.

“Why?

Are you afraid that these people here will harm you?”

“…”

Kim Yu-hyeon’s provocation was unlike his usual self, but Sha was uncharacteristically silent.

Normally, he would have retorted with something absurd, and Sha, with his pride as a Celestial, would have spoken in 반말 [informal/rude language], but he didn’t.

“Hmm.”

Perhaps Kim Yu-hyeon noticed Sha’s subtle change.

He started walking again, signaling Sha to follow, and Sha silently complied.

“You said your name was Kim Yu-hyeon, right?”

“…”

“Even if you don’t answer, I already know everything.

Did you think we wouldn’t have investigated you at all?

It’s just that we didn’t expect you to be this strong.”

“Get to the point.

Isn’t it that you expected me to be strong but didn’t want to admit it?”

“What do you mean?”

“You Celestial Race are all like that.

Shaiella in the past, and your colleague who died by my hand.

In the end, you’re all the same, living, breathing, eating, and sleeping on this earth, but you act as if you’re some special race.”

“That’s…”

“Don’t make excuses.”

Sha tried to respond to Kim Yu-hyeon’s words, but Kim Yu-hyeon, uncharacteristically agitated, cut him off to continue his own train of thought.

“I’ve seen a lot of people like you, and I’ve also experienced a lot.

They always say that.

That they are different, that they are superior to anyone else.

That they can do anything right.

So they misunderstand like this.

That the path I’m taking is all right, that the work I’m doing is all right, that only I am light, justice, and good.

Like that.”

Kim Yu-hyeon’s eyes, as he spoke, were not coldly hardened as usual but were burning red.

If Eos, Ekaterina, or Shaiella had witnessed this scene, they would have stopped Kim Yu-hyeon, questioning his sudden outburst, or they would have been frightened and hesitated, stepping back.

Kim Yu-hyeon had never displayed such intense emotions, never revealed eyes that seemed capable of tearing his opponent to shreds.

“…”

That fear was felt equally and fairly even by Sha, the top-tier Celestial.

Even when facing the highest-ranking demons, he had never experienced such a terrifying aura.

It was like being completely stripped naked and thrown in front of an indescribable monster.

He questioned whether Kim Yu-hyeon was truly human, and every time his gaze fell upon him, Sha felt the pain of being cut by his sword once again in the wound on his chest that had not yet healed.

“In the end, you’re all the same, no.

Rather, you’re more hideous and disgusting, believing in and insisting only on the shell of yourselves.

You don’t know how many people are suffering because of those things.

No, you wouldn’t want to know, and you wouldn’t try to know.

Because you’re on top.

Because you don’t need to look down.

Because you’re also a being steeped in privilege.”

“…No.

That’s not true.”

“Not true?

Can you really be so sure?

Can you swear that you, your good friends.

That you are protecting those things you talk about?

Can you be sure that you are not causing pain to others, that you are trying to protect someone rather than harm someone, and that you are guiding rather than forcing?”

How much suffering had Kim Yu-hyeon endured because of the 내로남불 [double standard] logic of the Murim Alliance [martial arts alliance]?

In this situation, where a similar scenario was unfolding before his eyes, and furthermore, where many people, including Eos, were hurt and killed because of them, he could never calm down.

If it weren’t for Zion’s restraint, he would have flown away alone and killed all those disgusting things and wanted to shout to the world that these were the realities of those great people.

“…”

Kim Yu-hyeon’s anger, and the situations that forced them to reflect on themselves.

Sha could not refute anything and simply continued walking.

After nearly an hour of walking, Kim Yu-hyeon, returning to the barracks where Sha was staying, let out a small sigh and spoke in his usual monotonous voice.

“Before you say that others are wrong, think about whether you yourselves are not wrong.

Before you hold up that great yardstick you’re shouting about, measure yourselves with it first.”

“…”

“Don’t mistake the tyranny of the majority for the will of the majority.”

With those words, Kim Yu-hyeon gestured towards the barracks as if he had nothing more to say.

A ‘warning’ to simply go inside and stay quiet.

Sha stared at Kim Yu-hyeon for a moment, then lowered his head and entered the barracks as if he understood.

“Aang?

What is it?

I woke up and you were gone, so I thought you had run away, or that the humans had cut off your head, but you’re back in one piece?

Sigh.

Then this spot is yours again.

Aooo!”

The one who greeted her as soon as she entered the barracks was the Demon Race, who could be said to be the nemesis of the Celestial Race.

Among them, the highest-ranking demon, Succubus Queen Lilith.

Lilith eagerly provoked Sha, trying to make him angry, but this time, Sha did not react and just kept his mouth shut as if he was deep in thought.

‘Hmm, Kim Yu-hyeon.

It seems that man did better than I thought?

If this is the case, then I don’t have to step in, so will it be a little easier!’

Thinking so, Lilith lay down and playfully shook her feet, looking at Sha.

Was it because he had been living a life where he left almost everything else to the lower-ranking Celestial Race and the fairies or the Light’s Disciples, and they were just figureheads?

The 모습 [sight/image] of him losing his sense of reality and wandering around looked very funny.

However, completely unaware of Lilith’s inner thoughts, Sha was just slowly repeating what Kim Yu-hyeon had said a little while ago.

‘Don’t mistake the tyranny of the majority for the will of the majority.’

What he meant by the tyranny of the majority, what the will of the majority was.

And Sha was now gradually realizing who was mistaken.

However, as soon as he accepted it, what he and his fellow tribesmen had done was something that could not be forgiven at all.

His heart was wavering, constantly trying to rationalize in order to escape from it.

‘Have we really done everything we should have done as Descendants of Light?

Or have we only done what we wanted to do?’

Without paying any attention to Lilith’s gaze, Sha just thought so and sighed and sighed again.

Meanwhile, Rishikida, who had confirmed that Sha had entered the barracks, left that place and hurried to Zion’s barracks.

Zion, who had finished meeting with the soldiers and came inside to rest, confirmed that Rishikida had entered and first said that he had worked hard, then continued.

“So, Sha was wandering around well?”

“Yes.

Master.

As you said, I followed him from a distance, but he didn’t notice because he was looking around here.”

“The reaction.

What did the reaction look like?”

“Should I say he had a lot on his mind?

His face was getting more and more troubled.”

That’s right, of course it should be.

From the beginning, this side was not in collusion with the Demon Race, nor were they fallen ones who had betrayed the light.

They were just betrayed by the guys they believed in, and they were angry and disappointed with it, so they were not sinners.

Rather, they were those who believed that they were members of a holy war who had come to confiscate the light from the Descendants of Light, who were driving them into sinners.

Above all, Zion himself stepped forward and instilled conflicting feelings in Sha directly.

Zion knew almost nothing about the top-tier Celestial Race, but according to Shaiella’s testimony, Sha, who was the most moderate among the top-tier Celestial Race, would worry about seeing these 모습 [aspects/sides] of themselves, Zion was sure.

‘The weakness of the top-tier Celestial Race is not force.

Of course, Kim Yu-hyeon is there, so it can be said that it is a weakness now, but there is an even bigger weakness than that.’

Those who have been living a life too far removed from the world for a very long time.

If you are praised and supported, you will naturally lose your sense of reality.

Because they lived inside the sanctuary and refrained from external activities, the Celestial Race succeeded in gaining a very mysterious image, that is, an image of an angel that would only appear in stories.

In the meantime, they only gave a few hints similar to revelations to some Celestial Race members who were active outside, such as Shaiella, or the fairies who followed them fanatically, and the 교도 [followers/adherents] of the Holy Prussen, and they would bark diligently and push things in the direction that the Celestial Race wanted.

This sometimes shows a cohesion that firmly supports the forces even in the face of any degree of shaking, but on the contrary, it can also falter greatly and collapse even with a very small shaking.

They don’t know what’s important and what’s a trap, they are truly greenhouse flowers.

They are definitely used to plotting and leading things in the direction they want, but when they are being plotted against, they don’t know how to solve it.

‘Even Shama, the most determined of the top-tier Celestial Race, the doves, is confused because he doesn’t know what’s what because I mixed lies and truths and threw them at him.

The doves below him will be even worse.

If things proceed in that way, those who are fanatically obsessed will be more 지랄 발광 [going crazy/berserk] and will treat even the Celestial Race members who are confused sharply, and if that happens, some of the support base will naturally fall off and turn around as it is.’

Descendants of Light, the noblest race in the world, but in the end, beings with reason form groups, and if there is a group, ‘politics’ will naturally arise.

If there is a support base, there will be extreme supporters and moderate supporters among them.

It is always, or mostly, those extreme supporters who ruin things.

The moment they just scream and insist that they are right, those who are 고민 [worried/concerned] will turn around right away, and those who are attacked by them will naturally become their enemies as well.

So there is 밀당 [push and pull], so there are carrots and sticks, but the Celestial Race believed too much in their superiority and came this far.

From Zion’s point of view, it was no different from some crazy bastard sticking half of his body into the devil’s mouth, asking to be eaten!

“Ah, and I heard on the way here.

A transport隊 [transport unit] arrived from Hispaania with the reserve隊 [reserve unit].”

“The supply line is stable, so it’s coming quickly.”

“There’s a welcome guest there.”

“Welcome guest?”

At Rishikida’s words, Zion blinked his eyes.

Luciana Lia and Trisha had sent a letter saying that they had left a while ago, so they couldn’t have crossed the border and arrived in Nudia already, so who else could be a welcome guest?

“Ah.”

He lightly clapped his hands as if he had forgotten a fairy woman.

The reserve隊 [reserve unit] always comes with a certain amount of military supplies, and the most skilled people in transporting those supplies were merchants rather than soldiers.

“Helen came?”

“Oh, you guessed it right away?”

“If you say a transport隊 [transport unit] came, who else would come to mind but her.”

“Ah, I didn’t even put in the news and came secretly.

You could have pretended not to know a little.”

The answer to Zion’s words came not from Rishikida but from outside the barracks.

Rishikida smiled and got up from his seat, then opened the entrance of the barracks with Zion’s permission.

Then, beyond that, a very beautiful woman with a bright smile entered.

“Welcome, Helen.”

“It’s been a while, Zion-nim.

Really, it’s been a really long time.”

Well, has it been that long?

Zion wondered if he should say that, but looking at the fairy woman whose eyes were already moist, he had a feeling that if he said that once, he would be harassed by other women for being too much.

So, he just smiled and held out his hand, and Helen, while looking at Rishikida’s eyes, did not hesitate and grabbed that hand.

“I have some interesting news along with those who just arrived, would you like to hear it?”

“That’s obvious.

Ah, of course, I’ll pay the price, so don’t worry too much.”

“You have to pay properly?

Because it’s that good of news.”

“I’ll decide the price after hearing it.”

Of course, they were a man and a woman who leaned a little more towards capitalism than romance.

―――――――Author’s Note―――――――

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