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.

that phrase was

felt even more powerful when he thought about ‘Abandoning Your Life,’

he had wondered what this ancestor of his

had been angry at how his ancestor had found

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

Ooooooooong-

started to

force. The White Star who had inherited that power had created this

the one to create this half power, Choi Han

created this natural

at least a

lost everyone other than his

who died without ever

still continued the name of

into the

his black aura into

The moment the black Yong that

“…Shit!”

the White Star felt a strong power

are you so

expression as he stood there with the blue spear in his

“Head down.”

He grabbed Sayeru’s back.

what are

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

shot up to the air with his

Shhhhhh-

spear flew past where he

strong powers but failed to hit him because his spear throwing was

Star made eye contact with Choi

Ruuuumble-

It felt as if thunderbolts would start striking down

The White Star’s gaze headed

“…My power?”

the Sword of

to the fake Dragon Slayer Syrem whom he created to replace his fate in order to

isn't my

it was not the

It was different.

It was not half-powered.

something inside

feelings I had when I received the

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

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

forget the thrill he felt

why could he feel that

is mine but also not

other things in addition to the power of disaster. Choi Han took a step

his sword was the first to move along with that

‘This is ours.’

Yong raised its body once he took another

of his life to prepare

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

did not have as grand of a goal as

Yong flashed once Choi Han’s aura

want to be happy like

Han took a

sky. He then looked

Mary's Black Bone Dragon. They were waiting for

that was pointed toward the

“Roooooar-”

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

“Go!”

Mary’s powers also shot toward the White

and West. Strong powers attacked the White Star from all four

Star’s gaze was still focused on Choi Han even at that

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

whose time was

Smirk.

was

He couldn’t hear what that voice was saying, but he was able to

thunderbolts can’t

not a good

is

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

stretched his

Baaaaaang-!

explosion

see a large thunderbolt strike down to the ground. The thunderbolt was striking

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

“Roooooar!”

Bone Dragon

exploded. A tsunami of gold and black light mixed together and attacked from above

White thunderbolts mixed with the gold light and black light to create a strong gust of

And finally…

Dragon but looked different than any Dragon

Bababababaaaaang!

sorts of lights mixed together and clashed. The black Yong continued to slowly gobble up those lights even through the explosions. The

as if the

feast of lights. He could see the White Star who covered his body with his thunderbolt. He was

“Huh?! Another Dragon!”

saw another black

second black Yong charged toward

person who created that Yong weakly lowered his sword