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

thought about ‘Abandoning

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

his

he still did not understand that, but he felt that he could understand a

Ooooooooong-

started to gather inside

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

the one to create this half power, Choi Han realized Choi

understand why he created this

at least a

lost everyone other than his close friend, the

someone who died without ever

he still continued the name of the

into the

added his

turned black. The moment the black Yong that finally appeared at

“…Shit!”

shake as the White Star felt a strong power

you

stood there with the blue spear in his hand, but

“Head down.”

He grabbed Sayeru’s back.

are

wall surrounded Sayeru before quickly carrying him over to where Illusionist Elisneh and

and shot up to

Shhhhhh-

spear flew past where he had

such strong powers but failed to hit him because his spear throwing was terrible, but he didn't

made eye contact

Ruuuumble-

sky was crying. It felt as if thunderbolts would start striking down at

The White Star’s gaze headed toward Choi Han’s sword, the black Yong that was pointed at

“…My power?”

the power of the Sword

Syrem whom he created to replace his fate in order to maintain the balance of the world clearly existed inside

isn't my

was not the power that he

It was different.

It was not half-powered.

feel something inside this black

I

to a distant time… It was the time when he had finally taken his place as the Dragon Slayer. He had received the crown and the powers from the previous

the Sword of Disasters which was one of those powers, he was elated at the strong power but angry that he could

he still could not forget the thrill he

why could he feel that

mine but

were other things in addition to the power of disaster. Choi Han took a step toward the White Star instead of responding to

was the first

‘This is ours.’

raised its body once he

Gun had thrown away the rest of his life to prepare for the potential that another

wanted to protect the world with the Yong that was

of a

black Yong flashed once Choi

want to be happy

Han took

He then looked

They were waiting

pointed toward the sky

“Roooooar-”

full of strength twisted as

“Go!”

shot toward the White Star once Eruhaben

and West. Strong powers attacked

was still focused on Choi Han even at

looked similar to the first Dragon Slayer and knew how to read that text. The bastard who was able to

addition, someone whose time

Smirk.

bastard was

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

thunderbolts can’t

not a good

bastard is different

of the territory down on the ground would all die if the White Star struck down with his thunderbolts

Star stretched his hand toward

Baaaaaang-!

explosion covered the

the ground. The thunderbolt

connected to the black sky. It seemed as if that person

“Roooooar!”

Bone Dragon charged toward

Dragon's wings ripped apart and the bones exploded. A tsunami of gold and black light mixed together

light and black light to create

And finally…

different than any Dragon he

Bababababaaaaang!

together and clashed. The black Yong continued to slowly gobble up those lights

if

looked toward the feast of lights. He could see the White Star who covered his body with his thunderbolt. He was using that thunderbolt to protect his body while

“Huh?! Another Dragon!”

another black Yong at that

black Yong charged

who created that Yong weakly lowered his sword as he mumbled to