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

felt even more powerful when he thought about ‘Abandoning Your

he read Choi Jung Gun's memoir, he had wondered what this

been angry at how his ancestor had found sacrifices to be

still did not understand that, but he felt that he

Ooooooooong-

to gather inside Choi Han's

White Star

Jung Gun had not been the one to create this half

understand why he created this natural

he understood at least a bit

lost everyone

without ever leaving behind any children of

continued the name of

Jung Soo's Yong into the disaster that was gathering in

his black aura into

natural disaster slowly turned black. The moment the black Yong

“…Shit!”

shake as the White Star felt

are you

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

“Head down.”

He grabbed Sayeru’s back.

what are

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

White Star then turned around and shot up to the air with his

Shhhhhh-

where he

but failed to hit him because

eye contact with Choi

Ruuuumble-

if thunderbolts

White Star’s gaze headed toward Choi Han’s sword, the black Yong that

“…My power?”

of the Sword of Disasters inside that

whom he created to replace his fate in order to maintain

isn't my

not the power

It was different.

It was not half-powered.

could feel something inside this

when I received the

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 Dragon Slayer at that

was elated at the strong

he still could not forget the thrill he

why could he feel that power coming from this sword

but

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

sword was the first to

‘This is ours.’

raised its body once he

had thrown away the rest of his life to prepare for the potential that another White Star might appear in

the world with the Yong that was created

as grand of a

black Yong flashed once Choi Han’s

happy

Han took a third

sky. He then looked at his

mana and Mary's Black Bone Dragon. They

pointed toward the sky

“Roooooar-”

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

“Go!”

and Mary’s powers also shot toward the White Star once Eruhaben

South, East, and West. Strong powers attacked the White

gaze was still focused

Dragon Slayer and knew how to read that text. The bastard who was able to turn the Sword of Disasters into

someone whose time was

Smirk.

bastard was smirking

what that voice was saying,

thunderbolts can’t protect

a

bastard is

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

his hand

Baaaaaang-!

explosion covered

the ground. The thunderbolt was striking down on one single

connected to the black sky. It seemed as if that

“Roooooar!”

Bone Dragon charged toward

of gold and

gold light and black light

And finally…

any Dragon he had seen before opened its

Bababababaaaaang!

black Yong continued to slowly gobble up those lights

if

his body with his thunderbolt. He was using

“Huh?! Another Dragon!”

another black

Yong charged

lowered his