The Illegitimate Who Devours Weapons

Weapon-Eating Illegitimate Son

Episode 54

Woof!

The moment I opened the door and stepped inside, I lost consciousness for a moment.

And when I came to my senses again, what unfolded before my eyes was a vast landscape of grasslands.

Although there was no sunlight or wind, the meadow was bright and the air was pleasant.

That was when.

Thump-.

I could hear someone’s footsteps from afar.

It was a boy.

A boy who doesn’t look much older than me.

He came toward me in old clothes that I couldn’t see these days, with a sword on his waist and empty, unfocused eyes.

I know that boy.

Not only me, but many people will know about the boy.

The boy had a name, but people called him by another title instead.

Some people called him the God of War.

Some people call him a dragon hunter.

Some others said that he was a fictional character created as a legend.

Although there were many titles for him, there was one that he was called by the most.

The one who created a family that is said to be the greatest in the world.

‘The founder of the Sungmoo family’.

“A distant descendant meets the founder of the Sungmu clan.”

I bowed my head politely.

I have read the memory of the sijo through the black night, but that is only reading the memory of the sijo through the black night.

This was the first time I had actually seen his face like this.

‘That boy is the progenitor of our family.’

The founder of the Sungmoo clan, Lee Hyul-hyeon.

He slowly approached and stood in front of me.

‘What a great presence. It’s like you’re really standing right in front of me.’

It actually felt like my ancestors were standing in front of me.

But the boy, and this place is not real.

This was a fantasy space created by the combination of all kinds of sorcery, the power of the spiritual land called Cheonwisan, and the magic of goblins.

Everything here was built solely for testing.

‘A bloodless dream.’

There haven’t been many people in history who have challenged the bloodless dream.

At best, one in several generations.

Regardless of one’s talent or ability, it was because one could only challenge it with the permission of the mountain keeper.

‘There is only one condition for victory.’

I will defeat the 15-year-old Shijo who was recreated in this dream.

Woohoo-!

I slowly transformed the Mujin into a sword shape and held it.

Shijo has no reason, so greeting or conversing with him is impossible.

It exists only for testing.

“……Phew.”

Srrrrung-

As if following my gesture, the lord also took out the sword from his waist and held it.

He opened his eyes and tense his entire body.

‘Let’s start with exploration.’

Very slowly, I put strength into the tip of my foot that was in front of me.

Accordingly, the ancestors also began to move.

and.

My heart was pierced.

* * *

Defeat the founder of the Sungmu family when he was around 15 years old.

To be blunt, the victory conditions of Bloodless Dream are not that harsh.

This is an illusion, so you can’t die or get hurt.

Moreover, the fact that the mountain keeper was given the right to open the stone gate in the first place meant that the odds of victory were high.

It may be difficult to overcome now, but our ancestors were people from long ago, and modern technologies have advanced greatly over the centuries.

In other words, logically speaking, the challenger has the advantage.

But now, such foundations have lost their meaning.

“Huh, huh…….”

At the end of the terrible agony, I opened my eyes with a start.

What the heck is going on… … .

Because I lost consciousness, I was in a daze for a while before I realized what was happening.

My heart was stabbed.

Just one step.

I had only taken one step, but the sword of the founder was one step ahead of me and pierced my heart.

‘I wasn’t letting my guard down. I was definitely nervous.’

Naturally, the naming ceremony came to mind.

Even at that time, in the examination room, I had my throat cut by my own illusion.

At that time, I could immediately tell how it was done.

But just now it was different.

Other than the fact that Shijo had pierced his heart, I had no idea what had happened.

I turned my head and looked at the poet.

“…….”

The lord was still standing in the middle of the field with a blank look in his eyes.

I remembered something my father had said one day.

-The patriarch is strong. Maybe even stronger than I was at that age.

A reflection on the bloodless dream that my father told his children about just once in his previous life.

It was a plain assessment without any embellishments, but the meaning behind those words carried enormous weight.

And now I realized what my father meant.

‘Let’s calm down and look back.’

I reviewed the previous situation.

The founder did not display any great secret or secret techniques. He did not display any simple physical strengthening aura skills.

‘No way… … That can’t be. No, but that’s the only way.’

After much speculation, one thing became certain.

Even if you open your eyes and sharpen your sixth sense.

‘If it had been a sword strike that penetrated a moment that could not be witnessed with the naked eye or perceived with the sixth sense… … .’

It’s not so fast that you can’t even be conscious of it, but it’s a quick sword that cuts through blind spots that you can’t be conscious of.

If that’s the case, then the whole situation makes sense.

‘But is that possible?’

Aside from my own strength, it is a sword that can only be used if I read the opponent’s movements.

But even with that kind of observation, is it possible to know when the other person closes their eyes?

‘I have no choice but to try again.’

I swallowed hard and grabbed Mujin again.

I consciously opened my eyes. For the moment, I put aside any thoughts of winning. I focused solely on the sword, recognizing the thrust just before.

The senses and magical power of the entire body were brought to the peak.

Swish-.

The poem moved as if responding to my will.

Concentrate. Don’t miss a single thing!

The moment my whole body’s senses became numb, I swung my sword following that feeling.

Crunch-.

Mujin cut through the air.

For a split second, something flickered in the corner of my vision.

And I could see the sight of bright red blood gushing before my eyes along with a terrible pain shooting across my chest.

It was the second death.

When I regained consciousness.

I again couldn’t recognize the situation right before my eyes.

“……also?”

After a long period of review, just like the first time, I was convinced.

There is a saying in the basics of martial arts that says to aim for your opponent’s blind spot.

This time, the sword was struck by that square.

‘Not only that, but you fooled my senses. Heh heh heh heh, blowing the whistle is also the most basic of the basics.’

He was flanked by a frontal attack and then a real attack came from the side. So he was cut down again.

If you explain it in words, it’s a simple story.

But in practice it’s different.

He completely penetrated my blind spot and successfully exploited my intuition.

‘You mean everything was figured out by now?’

Creepy, goosebumps ran down my spine.

I felt a huge wall.

He’s just a boy smaller than me.

Even the actual amount of horsepower felt would be lower than mine.

It feels like there’s a huge wall blocking my view.

“Can I… beat that?”

A boy holding a sword expressionlessly.

The sijo felt like some huge wall.

A huge wall stood before my eyes, destroying all the efforts I had made so far.

* * *

thud!

The mountain keeper frowned as he watched the stone gate close with a heavy sound.

‘Before that bastard Taeshin, not a single person was allowed to enter for over a hundred years.’

This time, in less than fifty years, let alone a hundred, another one popped up.

Eligibility to enter the bloodless dream is not determined solely by talent or strength.

Qualifications, character, and above all else.

‘One who can carry out the task.’

The mountain man was silent for a moment.

The youngest, Lee Cheol, remembered the sword hanging from that child’s waist.

‘Hyul-Hyeon, you punk. When I see that guy, I think of you. Is that kid the successor you mentioned?’

A child whose fate is intertwined with countless others, and who cannot be easily understood even by the eyes of a goblin.

A child who is still very young but possesses great strength.

In addition, he was wearing a black night cloak around his waist and had entered a bloodless dream.

‘I don’t know. Rotten.’

Humans have always harbored something incomprehensible, and that child feels like countless of those things mixed together.

The mountain keeper looked at the stone gate with a mysterious look in his eyes.

No matter how many random thoughts I had, they were meaningless until that bastard Lee Cheol opened the stone gate and came out.

The mountain man has seen many children so far.

The bloodline of the Sungmoo family has always been surprising, but what about this time?

No matter how great a kid he is, and how much better he is than any kid I’ve ever seen, it won’t be easy to defeat Hyul-Hyeon.

‘You cheeky little brat. Be careful.’

The mountain man knows.

Among the children who entered the bloodless dream, less than half of them opened the door and came out.

That the other half died not because they failed, but because they gave up.

Even though they were talented people with such strong willpower and mental strength that the mountain keeper himself gave permission.

They were discouraged when they saw the wall called ‘Lee Hyul-hyeon’ in front of them.

Moreover, Lee Cheol, that little brat, had probably never experienced a proper defeat before.

The mountain man looked at the stone gate for a while, then turned around.

* * *

Sungmoo’s home, Taeshin Lee’s office.

“We received a call from Cheonwisan Mountain.”

In the family home of the Sungmoo clan, there was a talisman made by a mountain keeper with magic.

It was a communication talisman that allowed you to be contacted anytime, anywhere.

Butler Choi just got in touch with this.

“I guess you opened the door and came in.”

Lee Tae-shin, who was sharpening his sword, said as if he had already expected it.

Butler Choi, as always, stood upright with a mysterious expression on his face.

“It’s been ten months.”

“It certainly wasn’t like that when we started here.”

Just 10 months.

In just 10 months, Lee Cheol had grown enough to receive permission from the mountain keeper.

“Your Majesty, you will definitely be able to do it.”

Instead of answering, Lee Tae-shin wiped the sword with opaque paper. Even though it was a sword that didn’t need any maintenance, Lee Tae-shin’s hands were very meticulous.

“That kid has never lost.”

“Your Majesty, you have been successful, but you have not always won.”

In reality, Lee Cheol did not always win.

Among the missions assigned to the captain of the Blood Tiger Corps, Gwisusan, Inmyeonju Queen, and other quarterly evaluations.

If we look at success or failure, Lee Chul has always been successful, but if we look at wins and losses, he was not always victorious.

“But it wasn’t a true defeat.”

If you lose, let alone fail.

What would happen if a child who had never felt a wall encountered a real wall?

Whether it bends or breaks, some change is bound to occur.

If it bends, you will survive, if it breaks, you will die.

But even if you survive, it can’t be the same as before.

The moment it is bent, it means that it is already different from the past.

Woof-.

Lee Tae-shin lifted the sword that had been completely serviced.

He recalled the ordeal of the bloodless dream he had faced long ago when he was still young.

If there is a god of martial arts, and that god grants each human being their own martial arts talent.

Lee Hyul-Hyeon.

It would be correct to call the founder of the Sungmoo family an incarnation of Mu in human form.

Indeed, how will Lee Cheol deal with him?

* * *

I chewed my lips as I watched the sage reaching for the sword hilt again.

“…….”

The ground had caved in, and I felt like my whole body was sinking into a very deep abyss.

Frustration, helplessness, fear… … .

Even though we had only clashed twice, feelings of defeat began to rise from deep within my mind.

And I am in the midst of those emotions.

Grabbed the Mujin.

‘It’s been a while.’

I feel like my heart is sinking and all the strength in my body is gone.

It was awkward because it had been so long, but I don’t think there’s anyone in this world who knows this feeling better than I do.

‘It’s been a really long time. I feel like this.’

I walked towards the ancestral shrine again, step by step.

Shake off the frustration with every step you take.

The feeling of helplessness was erased by the infinite feeling of touch in the hand I was holding.

Finally, I let all my emotions fly away as I moved forward.

“Haaaaaap!”

And once again, he shouted at the poet.

There was something that neither Sanjigi, Butler Choi, nor Taeshin Lee knew.

A big secret that only Lee Chul knows in this world.

Lee Cheol’s life was a series of defeats, frustrations, and giving ups.

In the life trajectory of a man named Lee Cheol, success and victory accounted for less than 10%.

Lee Cheol never had a smooth ride or only won.

There is no one in this world who knows defeat and frustration as well as Lee Chul.

That’s why it doesn’t break or snap.

Because they have already experienced it enough.

Lee Cheol is Lee Cheol.

For those who have hit rock bottom, the only thing left to do is go up.

Lee Cheol’s eyes were looking straight ahead.