Trash of the Count's Family

Choi Han carefully moved away from the others as well as the enemies. He then moved behind Sayeru while hiding his presence as much as possible.

It was impossible for him to completely hide his presence as he did not have excellent stealth techniques like Ron. However, the others were helping him.

Cale, Mary, Raon, and Eruhaben.

They were revealing their powers and presences as much as possible, allowing Choi Han to hide his presence among theirs.

Choi Han could see Sayeru's back. He slowly raised his sword over his shoulder and pointed the tip of the sword forward as if he was holding a spear.

‘Huh? Choi Jung Soo, you're going home again? I said let’s go for a drink.’

‘Haha. I'm sorry, sunbae-nim! I have something to do! It’ll be my treat once I finish this!’

‘Nah, that’s okay. How can I mooch off someone making less than me? Just come next time when you're free. Ah! Bring that punk Kim Rok Soo with you! That punk always disappears right after work; where the hell does he go?’

‘Yes sir! I understand! Then I'll be heading out now!’

He recalled one of Choi Jung Soo’s memories.

After struggling at work with Kim Rok Soo when he first entered the company, he headed home right away after finishing work for a while after he got used to the work.

There were colleagues who wanted him to join them after work because he was a friendly guy, but he always declined and headed to his own place. Only Kim Rok Soo and the team leader knew the reason he had to go straight home.

Honestly speaking, his home wasn't much.

The company that was located in Seoul was located around the central border of the destroyed area and the still somewhat intact area and Choi Jung Soo's house was around there as well. His house was a small one bedroom in a building that was barely maintaining its shape as a villa.

The building looked old like the buildings in a movie about the apocalypse he wanted before the world changed, but the people living inside were happy.

‘Oh, Jung Soo. Are you on your way home?’

‘Yes! Work ended early today, haha!’

‘Good, good. Come get some radish kimchi later.’

‘Thank you! Your radish kimchi is the best, grandma!’

‘Aigoo, my radish kimchi is nothing special. I should give you more things since we get to live peacefully thanks to you.’

The grandmother looked very happy as she thanked him. Choi Jung Soo could not help but smile back.

He looked around before going into the villa.

The people here seemed to be more relaxed with his company being nearby. That was how the world slowly recovered its vitality and started to have hope for the future.

The people walking around this villa all seemed happy and the sky was bright.

Choi Jung Soo looked for a bit before heading toward his one bedroom place with refreshed and light steps.

He washed and cleaned for a bit before sitting down at his desk.

Choi Han clearly remembered what was on top of Choi Jung Soo's desk.

Choi Jung Soo picked up the pen.

‘Who else would do this if I don't do it? Am I right?’

Who knows whom he was talking to, but he continued to write in the notebook in front of him.

He was writing down the ancient martial arts and sword arts that the Choi household had trained for generations.

There were already a lot of written pages. There were some scribbles, memos and a lot of pictures.

Choi Han remembered Choi Jung Soo's emotions as he wrote in the notebook. Choi Jung Soo wanted to leave it for the world.

No, it wanted it to continue.

‘Although I’m the only one left…’

Even though he was now alone… Even though his family and cousins had all left first…

‘We still need to leave behind a record of what we did.’

The things the Choi household had done.

They had researched Korea’s ancient martial arts and sword arts and trained day and night to introduce them back into the world.

Choi Jung Soo wanted to continue that.

Choi Jung Soo who was left alone was still bright and energetic. However, despair, sorrow, and loneliness lingered underneath those emotions.

He was working hard to record his household's martial arts research that he remembered.

Choi Han had watched all of it, and thanks to Choi Jung Soo, he was able to tell what the Choi household was trying to leave behind and continue.

He recalled that memory as he made the same resolution that Choi Jung Soo had made.

‘If I continue it, that means that my family and cousins are not gone from this world. As long as I continue what they were doing, they’ll be alive in this world and by my side.’

The moment that mindset became engraved in Choi Jung Soo's heart like a tattoo…

He had created his ‘White Miru.’

His emotions, thoughts, and efforts…

Choi Han thoroughly understood them all.

After understanding Choi Jung Soo, a phrase the first Dragon Slayer, Nelan Barrow or Choi Jung Gun had left in his memoir resurfaced in Choi Han’s mind.

< I put my heart into my power. >

It had seemed to be a random sentence in the middle of an important story.

phrase was extremely

he thought about ‘Abandoning Your Life,’ and

Choi Jung Gun's memoir, he had wondered what this ancestor of his was trying

been angry at how his ancestor had found

but he felt that he could

Ooooooooong-

disaster started to gather inside Choi Han's

The White Star who had inherited that power had created this half sword of disaster

Gun had not been the one to

why he created this natural disaster, this power to

understood at least a bit

who had lost everyone other than his

without ever

the name of the Dragon

Han added Choi Jung Soo's Yong into the disaster that was gathering

he added his black

disaster slowly turned black. The moment the black Yong that finally

“…Shit!”

White Star felt a strong

are you so

stood there with the blue spear in his hand, but the White Star could not respond to

“Head down.”

He grabbed Sayeru’s back.

what are you

Sayeru before quickly carrying him over to where Illusionist Elisneh and

and shot up to the air

Shhhhhh-

spear flew past where he had just

hit him because his spear throwing was terrible,

eye

Ruuuumble-

if thunderbolts would

in a spot where wind was quietly gathering unlike those loud rumbling… The White

“…My power?”

of the

half powered Sword of Disasters he had given to the fake Dragon Slayer Syrem whom he created to replace his fate in order to maintain the balance

This isn't

was not the power

It was different.

It was not half-powered.

feel something inside

had when I received the

his place as the Dragon Slayer. He had received the crown and

was elated at the strong power but angry that he could not reveal it to

thrill he felt when

that power coming from this sword

but also

power of disaster. Choi Han took a step toward the White Star instead of responding

was the

‘This is ours.’

Yong raised its body once he

life to prepare for the potential that

the Yong that was created from a collection of things his family had left

Han did not have as grand of a goal as the two

Yong flashed once Choi Han’s aura

want to be happy like I am

Han took

sword pointed toward the sky. He then looked at his

They were

and the black Yong that was pointed toward the sky slowly slashed down toward the

“Roooooar-”

body of the black Yong that was full of strength twisted as it

“Go!”

powers also shot toward the White Star once Eruhaben

attacked the White Star from all four

was still focused on Choi Han even at that

read that text. The bastard who

addition, someone whose time

Smirk.

bastard was smirking

also mouthing something. He couldn’t hear what that voice was saying,

though thunderbolts

a

bastard is

the territory down on the ground would all die if the White Star struck down with his thunderbolts right now. This bastard

Star stretched his hand toward

Baaaaaang-!

explosion

strike down to the ground. The thunderbolt was striking down on one

sky. It seemed as

“Roooooar!”

Black Bone Dragon

ripped apart and the bones exploded. A tsunami of

the gold light and

And finally…

looked different than any Dragon

Bababababaaaaang!

to slowly

seemed as if the stars were

his body with his thunderbolt. He was using that thunderbolt to protect his body

“Huh?! Another Dragon!”

saw another black

second black Yong charged toward

who created that Yong weakly lowered his sword as he mumbled