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.

was just a place to

that filled his mind

I now think that those legends could all have

smile on Elder Ho’s face

as a kid, prevented him from going to sleep, and

least I feel that way after seeing this

was beating like when he was

also overwhelmed with

but think

King listened quietly and then stood up. He then brushed

treated as a legend as it

Pfft.”

Mok Hyeon quietly chuckled.

“Don’t you think so?”

He started looking around.

did

people cheering. There were also people who could not hold back the intense emotions filling their hearts

happening regardless of whether the people were from the Orthodox faction, Unorthodox

were all rejoicing

was peaceful at least

could not be

not be able to survive in front

that thought being destroyed should be

if

powers showed 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 could

Ho blankly

people here

that

Blood Demon and Choi Han was a clash between two eccentric auras that transcended the level of martial

were all marvelous

could be stories they talked about for

to think when

odd reason, everything does not seem

Ho nodded his

we saw a

People were cheering.

looking at

them lifted their heads up and opened their arms with joy

were in high spots like the Fist King and Elder Ho and had a high level

seen this person, Kim

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

“…….”

blinked before

silently

the back of the black Dragon

holding something in his arms as

was using a foot technique to quickly follow behind Raon before

“Ah.”

He gasped.

“It’s dawn.”

that his surroundings

The vast sea…

was slowly turning dark blue

would soon rise

sea would slowly receive the sunlight and create the sparkling blue

“It’s beautiful.”

It truly was beautiful.

him to

Fist King quickly followed

was moving

“Human!”

after hearing the familiar voice but

“W, what the?!”

subconsciously verbalized his

black thing, ah, Raon,

was flying extremely quickly as if he was

black dot was blasting toward

might die if he

thought that he would die if Raon slammed

a nonchalant voice at that

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

Cale questioned his hearing.

person who said that

who had been extremely timid because he did not dare to look at

at Cale

stopped leaning on

still plopped

“Mm.”

his

‘Blood?

cough

Chances of fainting?

None.

Tears, snot, drool……

are a

to wipe his face. The tsunami being destroyed and the following rain wet

is a bit

Cale stealthily wiped it.

contact with Beacrox as he did

“Tsk.”

‘Tsk?

click his

Beacrox pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it to

cute embroidery on

only carry white handkerchiefs in

his tastes

after seeing that the embroidery was in

‘It must be Hong’s.’

did not like

the handkerchief. He

to the Blood Cult for now. We need

looked toward the Heavenly Demon,

Demon and the top executives resided

of the work. It should

they nodded

“Ha.”