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.

a place to continue your

that filled his mind the

I now think that those legends could

smile on Elder Ho’s

stories that excited him as a kid, prevented him from going to sleep, and filled

that way after seeing this

body, his heart was beating like when he was

also

can’t help but think that

up. He

will probably end up being treated as a legend as it passes through

Pfft.”

Mok Hyeon quietly chuckled.

“Don’t you think so?”

He started looking around.

Ho did

cheering. There were also people who could not hold

the people were from the Orthodox faction, Unorthodox faction,

were all rejoicing that they

was peaceful at least

could

likely thought that humans would not be able to

destroyed should be making them

as if it

up, a divine beast, a Dragon appeared, that Dragon used magical powers, nature launched a large attack… The sky, the sea, and the earth all endlessly roared… What else

blankly nodded his

thought about it, the people here had all

saw that Dragon sealing the

the Blood Demon and Choi Han was a clash between two eccentric auras

all marvelous

be stories they talked about for the

continuing to think when he

everything does not seem

nodded his

saw a person enduring

People were cheering.

cheered while looking at

opened their arms

King and Elder Ho and had a high level of martial arts were feeling dire after seeing young master Kim plop down on

would only have seen this person, Kim Hae-il, creating a

a dangerous power that had been aiming for the

“…….”

Fist King blinked before

Ho silently

the back of the black Dragon heading toward

in his arms as he

a foot technique to quickly follow behind Raon

“Ah.”

He gasped.

“It’s dawn.”

thinking that his surroundings had

The vast sea…

turning dark blue

sun would

sea would slowly receive the sunlight

“It’s beautiful.”

It truly was beautiful.

wanted to quickly meet the person who made it possible for him to see this beautiful sight

King quickly followed behind

was moving

“Human!”

his head after hearing the familiar voice but then

“W, what the?!”

subconsciously verbalized his anxious

Raon, was coming

flying extremely quickly as

dot was blasting

if he

thought that he would die if Raon slammed into

a nonchalant voice at

be, young master-nim? Raon-nim is rushing over because he is

Cale questioned his hearing.

because the person who said

not dare to look at Choi Han,

Cale with a discontent

quickly stopped leaning

still plopped

“Mm.”

his body

‘Blood?

not cough

Chances of fainting?

None.

Tears, snot, drool……

a bit

his face. The tsunami being destroyed and the

a bit

Cale stealthily wiped it.

to make eye contact with Beacrox as he

“Tsk.”

‘Tsk?

he just click his

in disbelief but Beacrox pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it

handkerchief had cute embroidery on

carry white

did his tastes

then accepted it after seeing that the embroidery

‘It must be Hong’s.’

not like things like

wiped his face with the handkerchief. He

to the Blood Cult for now. We need to investigate the Blood

Heavenly Demon, Sima Pyeong,

where the Blood Demon and the top executives resided

the work. It should be fine to demand something like

they nodded their heads without any

“Ha.”