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

now think that those legends could all have

Ho’s face slowly became

going to sleep, and filled his mind and dreams all

I feel that way after

beating like when

was also overwhelmed with

help but think that reality might even be

listened quietly and then stood up. He

end up 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 as

not hold back

whether the people were from the Orthodox faction, Unorthodox faction, Demon

all rejoicing that they

was peaceful at least for

probably could not

would not be

that thought being destroyed should be making

King laughed as if it was

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 all

Ho blankly

it, the people here had all seen

also saw that Dragon

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

all marvelous

be stories they talked about for the rest of their

to think when he

for some odd reason, everything does not seem to be sweeping toward

Ho nodded his

saw a person enduring against

People were cheering.

cheered while looking at

them lifted their heads up and opened their arms with joy as they felt

spots like the Fist King and Elder Ho and had a high

have seen this person, Kim Hae-il, creating

the black Dragon, sealed a dangerous power that had

“…….”

Fist King blinked before

Ho silently

the back of the black Dragon heading

his arms as he moved very quickly toward the

technique to quickly follow

“Ah.”

He gasped.

“It’s dawn.”

that his surroundings had become a bit brighter,

The vast sea…

slowly turning dark blue far in

sun would soon rise

the black sea would slowly receive the

“It’s beautiful.”

It truly was beautiful.

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

King quickly followed behind

Raon was moving extremely

“Human!”

the familiar

“W, what the?!”

verbalized his anxious

Raon, was

extremely quickly as

dot was blasting

if he

truly thought that he would

heard a nonchalant voice

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

Cale questioned his hearing.

to because the person who said that was

timid because he did not dare to look at Choi Han, Lee Soo Hyuk, or

looking at Cale with

quickly stopped leaning on

course, he was still plopped down on the

“Mm.”

his body

‘Blood?

cough

Chances of fainting?

None.

Tears, snot, drool……

are a bit

robe over his shoulder to wipe his face.

is a bit

Cale stealthily wiped it.

eye contact with Beacrox as he

“Tsk.”

‘Tsk?

he just click his tongue at

but Beacrox pulled a handkerchief out of

handkerchief had cute embroidery on

only carry white handkerchiefs

did his

it after seeing that the embroidery was in the shape

‘It must be Hong’s.’

not like

face with the handkerchief. He calmly

back to the Blood Cult for now. We need to investigate the Blood Demon’s

Demon, Sima

look at where the Blood Demon and the top executives resided before anybody else.

had done most of the work. It should be fine to

agree as they nodded their heads without

“Ha.”