Weapon-Eating Bastard [EN]: Chapter 235

Weapon-Eating Bastard – Episode 235

The oldest scene in my memory is the moment a bomb collapsed a wall.

Perhaps because my brain was affected too much, I don’t clearly remember when it was, and the emotions and senses of that time are vague.

All I remember is the devastation revealed as the thick dust cleared.

The sight of parents and siblings dying from exploding shell fragments.

Myself looking down at the scene indifferently.

-Mohammad… Mohammad….

An unknown woman makes such a voice as if she is about to die.

Was it him, or was it her? No, judging by the name, it would have been a man after all.

In any case, ‘myself’ knew that hearing this voice meant the end of the dream had come.

-You must live. If you just live….

It was time to wake up.

The Puppeteer slowly opens her eyes.

She shakes off the lingering sleep like morning dew and opens her eyes.

‘Hmm….’

Then, she scans her surroundings once and closes her eyes again while getting up, recalling the dream she had just had.

‘I am the original.’

And soon, she opened her eyes wide.

The memory in the dream was a memory that she would never hand over to the dolls.

This was the memory that proved that she was the ‘original,’ so the Puppeteer was able to realize that she herself was the original.

“Ah, um, ahem.”

The Puppeteer cleared her throat and briefly looked in the mirror.

This time, it was the appearance of a slender Middle Eastern girl.

Accordingly, she felt her ego changing, and her tone and tendencies shifting.

‘I am the Puppeteer. My alias is Mohammad. A practitioner of Kabbalah [an esoteric Jewish mysticism]. I am…….’

The Puppeteer jumped up from the bed and continued to repeat her information.

The confusion of memories subsided, and her ego was firmly established.

‘For the transmitted wisdom and truth.’

And like reciting a prayer, she continued her thoughts.

Her goal is to transcend this vile and weak human body.

Her dream is to seek enlightenment and refine wisdom and truth.

Her duty is to leave knowledge and wisdom to future generations as a Kabbalah practitioner and a teacher of the scholastic school…….

“After all, I am the original.”

The Puppeteer smiled.

“Did you wake up?”

Just then, a low-pitched voice was heard from a corner.

A giant man meditating in the dark.

He was a Kabbalah teacher and practitioner, and a colleague who had been with her for a long time.

“…Your expression is not good, even though you switched to a young body.”

“Huh? Ah, it’s okay. More than that, are you worried about me?”

“I just don’t want it to interfere with the great work.”

“Then don’t worry. I think it’s just something that happened because I’ve been overworking my soul for the past few years.”

The Puppeteer shrugged.

Her brain is always fine, but there is a problem with her soul.

If you live for too long, changing bodies, your soul deteriorates, and memories and ego are whittled away regardless of your will.

Moreover, the life of having to repeat self-doubt that I may not be the original myself is… frankly, not a very healthy life.

Besides.

‘Ireland, the Theocracy, and now even Sungmu Yi. In many ways, it’s been tough these past few years.’

During the Ireland incident, some of the soul injected into the doll disappeared for some reason.

During the Theocracy incident, she read forbidden books that were not allowed.

In Sungmu Yi…….

‘I achieved my purpose, but it was terrible.’

The Puppeteer yawned and moved her body lightly.

After creaking and adapting to her body for a while, the Puppeteer immediately moved somewhere.

The giant followed behind her.

“I received a call while you were asleep.”

“From Lee Gun-sung? I told you to wait a little longer…….”

“It’s the main group.”

The Puppeteer stopped walking and frowned.

There are several factions in Kabbalah.

There are practitioners who walk the ‘path of knowledge,’ seeking enlightenment through the training and research of knowledge, and there are practitioners who walk the ‘path of the body’ like this giant.

There is no clear system or organizational structure for practitioners walking each path.

But there is one thing.

Everyone respects and serves the elders of the Kabbalah main group, who are called the great teachers and messengers.

“The great teacher contacted me directly.”

“Did he see something again?”

“That’s right.”

“…What did he say?”

The great teacher of the main group does not easily speak to his disciples.

In the first place, not many people have heard his actual voice.

“He told me to tell you that death is coming.”

“What? Death?”

The Puppeteer’s youthful face was slightly distorted.

The great teacher, who reads all the causes and effects in this world, would not say anything absurd.

But.

“Ha, I guess the great teacher was wrong this time.”

The meaning of death is a little different for the Puppeteer than for others.

If it is a physical death, it is not a big problem for the Puppeteer.

Even if the original self dies, the soul will simply transfer to ‘another body’.

How can that be death?

The giant warned calmly.

“I’ll say it again, do not doubt the teachings of the main group.”

“I tell you every time, I have never doubted the teachings.”

“He may have seen a death you don’t know about.”

“Well, maybe.”

The Puppeteer’s eyes lit up.

Soon her steps stopped.

A vast space was revealed in front of her.

In many ways, it was a bizarre sight.

Numerous culture tubes were connected to various tubes and pipes, extending somewhere, and each culture tube contained a strange human form.

The human form inside… surprisingly resembled those who inherited the blood of Sungmu Yi.

“But who can break through them and kill me? Besides…….”

The Puppeteer burst into laughter as if she was happy.

And she looked at the end of the pipe connected to the culture tube.

A huge something was sleeping there.

“Even that monster is sleeping here.”

The Puppeteer burst into laughter again.

* * *

Ron, Serena, and the troops following us started by exploring the vicinity.

“There are no guard troops. It seems they weren’t interested in the unexplored territory in the first place.”

“How presumptuous.”

These were the words of Serena and Ron in turn.

I answered casually.

“There’s no way there would be enemies in the unexplored territory, so they wouldn’t use guard troops.”

“That’s true. But Lee Cheol is really amazing. How did you know they were here?”

“I’ve been tracking them for a long time.”

I vaguely answered Serena, who asked me slyly.

It’s true that I’ve been tracking them.

“Even though we’re allies… thank you, Lee Cheol. I will definitely repay you for this.”

But Serena seemed to have taken it differently and answered while gripping her mace.

Come to think of it, the Theocracy had suffered greatly from Kabbalah, or more precisely, the Puppeteer.

From her point of view, who had even tasted the betrayal of a bishop she trusted and followed, they were an organization that could not be forgiven.

Serena seemed to think that I had been tracking them out of loyalty to the Theocracy.

‘Well… that’s not entirely wrong.’

The Puppeteer, Mohammad.

That guy must be judged.

Both in my past life and in this life, I have directly seen the countless inhumane acts he has committed.

As a human being, I can never leave that guy alone.

‘Besides, Lee Gun-sung, who was with that Puppeteer, even you.’

I glared and got up from my seat.

“Then let’s start.”

“What’s the plan?”

Clang.

Serena asked, gripping her mace, and I looked at the buildings with cold eyes.

“Let’s start by giving them a good blow. If you don’t want to be crushed to death… they’ll come out on their own.”

I said that and put my hand into Eunhan’s jeogori [a short jacket that is part of the Hanbok, Korean traditional dress].

Soon, a black and white spear was caught in my hand.

Celestial-grade sacred treasure, Divine Spear Gyeongcheon.

Ron trembled when he saw the spear.

But that wasn’t the end.

Several celestial-grade weapons orbited around Gyeongcheon like satellites.

“Then…….”

I gripped the spear shaft tightly and stepped forward with my left foot, stamping on the ground.

Crack!

My left foot, which had dug deep into the ground like a nail, firmly fixed my body to the ground.

With that left foot as a pivot, I gripped the spear with my right hand and pulled it straight.