Trash of the Count's Family

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The small city where the Blood Cult was located…

Stairway to Heaven, the tallest building there, was destroyed, but there were still many tall buildings.

The Fist King was sitting on the roof of one of those buildings without being able to say anything.

Drip, drip.

The water drops falling from the sky trailed down his cheeks.

He raised his head.

The water that shot up from the seat to the sky was coming back down as rain.

Above them was the night sky that was full of shining stars without a single cloud.

“…It’s salty.”

That water drop was salty.

Was it because it came from the sea?

However, the Fist King thought it was like tears.

In that case, whose tears were these?

Were they tears of relief or maybe joy?

Did they carry someone’s sacrifice in them?

Or maybe it was flowing down the awe and admiration of the people who watched that person’s sacrifice.

Anything could be the answer right now.

“Senior, did you see it?”

The Fist King opened his mouth to answer Elder Ho’s question.

“Yes, I also saw what you saw.”

Elder Ho Song Yi tightly closed his mouth after hearing that.

They could see the seaside cliff from here.

Of course, they couldn’t see it clearly. However, the people with higher levels of martial arts would have been able to focus their internal ki in their eyes to see it more clearly.

That was how they had seen it.

They saw young master Kim plop down on the ground almost as if he fell.

‘I couldn’t see the details, but…’

It was too far.

Young master Kim was also surrounded by people.

As a result, he could not see everything.

But what he was certain about was that young master Kim Hae-il was in a significant amount of pain.

‘It can’t be helped.’

He stopped such a large tsunami on his own.

How was something like that possible?

Didn’t it sound unbelievable like a legend being passed down orally for generations?

‘But all of this was real.’

That was why he was at a loss for words.

He thought that he had aged as much as necessary and had enough experiences to not get shocked no matter what happens in the world, but…

Elder Ho had no way of explaining this intense emotion shaking his whole body.

Thrill.

Admiration.

Respect.

What word could be used to describe all three of these together?

Actually, relief and joy were included as well, making it even harder to describe with a single word.

He then suddenly thought of something and chuckled.

“What is it?”

The Fist King asked in confusion and Elder Ho responded.

“Senior, when I was younger…”

He had been wandering the streets since some point.

As an orphan, as a beggar… He had nothing to rely on and wandered the streets until he joined the Beggars’ Gang.

“There was an old lady in the village who would gather the children and tell them old stories. I used to secretly hide and listen to them.”

Most of the villagers shooed him away after seeing his shabby appearance. However, that old lady saw him and smiled before continuing her story as if nothing had happened.

“They were old stories or maybe legends, but… Thinking about it now, all of them were so nonsensical and unbelievable.”

The Fist King turned his gaze forward and quietly listened to Elder Ho.

“But as a kid, hearing those stories would make my heart beat wildly and I would not be able to go to sleep. On the days where I couldn’t listen to the story until the end, I would sometimes imagine the rest of the story and stay up all night.”

“Pfft.”

Elder Ho laughed.

“Of course, getting older made me say that those were just stories. They weren’t real.”

The world was vast but the world he lived in was not that big.

The world was also not that beautiful or big.

place to

filled his mind the older he

that those legends could all have

Ho’s face

from going

I feel that way after seeing this

old body, his heart was beating like when he was a

was also overwhelmed

I can’t help but think that reality might even

quietly and then stood up. He then brushed off his clothes as he

being treated as a legend as it passes through generation after

Pfft.”

Mok Hyeon quietly chuckled.

“Don’t you think so?”

He started looking around.

did so

not hold

the Orthodox faction, Unorthodox faction,

were all rejoicing that they

peaceful at least

could

thought that humans would not be able to survive in front

that thought being destroyed should be

as if

used magical powers, nature launched a large attack… The sky, the sea, and the earth all endlessly roared…

blankly

he thought about it, the people here

that Dragon

was a clash

all marvelous

these could be stories they talked about for the rest of

think when he

odd reason, everything does not seem to

nodded his

saw a

People were cheering.

looking

their arms with joy

who were in high spots like the Fist King and Elder Ho and had a high level of martial arts were feeling dire after seeing young

Kim Hae-il, creating a

divine beast, the black Dragon, sealed a dangerous power that had

“…….”

blinked before starting

silently followed

and followed the back

Dragon was holding something in his arms as he

using a foot technique to quickly

“Ah.”

He gasped.

“It’s dawn.”

thinking that his surroundings had become a bit

The vast sea…

turning dark blue far in the

would soon

would slowly receive the sunlight and create the sparkling blue

“It’s beautiful.”

It truly was beautiful.

to quickly meet the person who made it possible for him to

King quickly followed

Raon was moving extremely

“Human!”

hearing the familiar voice but

“W, what the?!”

verbalized

Raon,

quickly as if

black dot was blasting

if he

he would die

nonchalant voice at that

would it be, young master-nim? Raon-nim is

Cale questioned his hearing.

because the person who said

did not dare to look at Choi Han, Lee Soo Hyuk,

at Cale with

quickly stopped leaning on

was still plopped

“Mm.”

checked his

‘Blood?

cough up

Chances of fainting?

None.

Tears, snot, drool……

are a

quickly used the robe over his shoulder to wipe his face.

is a bit

Cale stealthily wiped it.

make eye contact with Beacrox

“Tsk.”

‘Tsk?

just click his tongue

disbelief but Beacrox pulled a handkerchief

handkerchief had cute

only carry white handkerchiefs in

did his

after seeing that the embroidery was in the shape of a

‘It must be Hong’s.’

did not like things

wiped his face with the handkerchief. He calmly

head back to the Blood Cult for now. We need to

toward the Heavenly Demon, Sima Pyeong, and

and the top executives resided before anybody else. That should

of the work. It

they nodded their heads without

“Ha.”