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

powerful when he thought about

Gun's memoir, he had wondered

been angry at how his ancestor had found sacrifices

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

Ooooooooong-

disaster started to

had created by channeling most of his life force. The White Star who had inherited that power had created this half sword of disaster for the fake

had not been the one to create

to understand why he created this natural disaster, this power

he understood at least a bit

someone who had lost everyone other than his close friend,

someone who died without ever leaving behind any children

continued the name of the Dragon

Choi Jung Soo's Yong into the disaster that was

his black aura into

turned black. The moment the black Yong that finally appeared at the tip of his sword opened its jaws

“…Shit!”

to shake as the White Star felt

you so

blue spear in his hand, but the White Star could not respond to Cale

“Head down.”

He grabbed Sayeru’s back.

what are

Sayeru before quickly carrying him over to where Illusionist Elisneh and the

around and shot up to the

Shhhhhh-

blue spear flew past where he

Cale who had such strong powers but failed to hit him because his spear throwing was terrible, but he

White Star made eye

Ruuuumble-

if thunderbolts would start striking down

loud rumbling… The White Star’s gaze headed toward Choi Han’s sword, the black Yong that

“…My power?”

power of the

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 of the world clearly existed

isn't my

the power that he had

It was different.

It was not half-powered.

could feel something inside this

I had when I received the

time when he had finally taken his place as the Dragon Slayer. He had received the crown and the powers from the previous

of those powers, he was elated at the strong power

the thrill he felt when he first faced that amazing

that

is mine but

Choi Han took a step toward the White

his sword was the first to

‘This is ours.’

Yong raised its body once

of his life to prepare for

wanted to protect the world with the Yong that was created from a collection of things his

not have as grand of a goal

once Choi Han’s aura was

want to be happy like I

Han took a

the sky. He then looked at his

They were waiting for Choi Han

Yong that was pointed toward the sky slowly slashed down toward the White

“Roooooar-”

full of strength

“Go!”

also shot toward the White Star once

East, and West. Strong powers attacked the White Star from

still focused on Choi Han even at that

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

whose time was

Smirk.

was

that voice was saying, but he was able to read the

thunderbolts

a good

bastard is

the ground would all die if the White Star struck down with his thunderbolts right now. This bastard was laughing even

Star stretched his hand toward

Baaaaaang-!

explosion covered

down to the ground. The thunderbolt was striking down

connected to the black sky. It seemed as if

“Roooooar!”

Dragon charged

Dragon's wings ripped apart and the bones exploded. A tsunami of

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

And finally…

looked different than any Dragon he had seen before opened its jaws and crunched down on

Bababababaaaaang!

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

as if the

see the White Star who covered his body with his thunderbolt. He was using that thunderbolt to

“Huh?! Another Dragon!”

another black Yong at that

Yong charged toward the thunderbolt

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