A Regressor’s Tale of Cultivation Chapter 439

She (10)

Wheeeeee-

I contemplated the miracles of poetry and the miracles of the wind.

At the same time, I felt the wind blowing by the power of the wind.

‘… What a difficult situation it is to be a Simjok.’

Even though I wanted to express my condolences, there was nothing left for me or entrusted to me.

I just had to keep it in my heart and remember it.

In Gyeongchang’s case, he attended the funeral and mourned, but in her case, it is questionable whether a funeral can even be held since even the body cannot be found.

Therefore, I simply mourned her with the wind, through the power of the wind.

“…Did you kill him?”

I looked there at the sound I heard from the side.

It was Kim Young-hoon.

It seemed like he was watching our showdown.

“…Do you know anything about this person?”

“I know. He’s one of the opponents I’ve been sparring with for ten years.”

Kim Young-hoon opened a bottle of alcohol in front of me, brought it from somewhere, poured it over where Yu-yeon was standing, and then handed it to me.

I also poured some alcohol to Yuyeon, who was standing there, and sat down with him on a nearby rock.

“Let me tell you something about flexibility.”

He took out a glass of wine, poured it for me, and told me about flexibility.

It is said that originally, she was the only Ha-gok tribe member left in Sammok-chong.

The title of ‘The Strongest of the Ha-gok Tribe’ may have been given to her because there were no other Ha-gok Tribe members besides her.

I heard that she couldn’t come to Sammokchong to save her people in the first place.

Their skin was so fragile that it could burn even in sunlight, so they were a species that needed to be managed by a higher race.

Some of the Ha-gok tribe members she rescued had their skin burnt from lack of care in the pine forest.

I heard that she saved her own people who were being abused, but the people she saved resented her and burned to death.

Both his parents and siblings were abused to death by the giants, a superior species, and all of his close friends were burned to death by the sunlight in the Sammok Tomb.

All she had left was Kyungchang, who had been with her, and now that Kyungchang was gone, she just went with him.

“She and Kyungchang both have unique views on the afterlife. Since they have entered the realm of the soul to some extent… they sometimes claim to have seen ‘paradise’ at a level that is almost like the realm of the King.”

“Paradise…?”

“Yes. Beyond the clouds… Higher than the sky.”

“… .”

“Those two had the religion of the giants. They were dwarves and fought against the giants their entire lives… so they might have been influenced by the giants’ view of the afterlife. The giants have a religion that worships the [Snake of Wisdom], and according to the doctrine of that religion, if they fought bravely and died, they believed that they would go to the world beyond the clouds and fight forever. I heard that the giants also have this view of the afterlife.”

He took out a glass and poured me some.

“For them, death is not the end, but a new beginning.”

“It’s a new beginning….”

I laughed bitterly and took a sip of my drink.

“I hope so.”

Light and flexible.

May you both be happy out there… .

I stayed there with Kim Young-hoon all night, mourning Yu-yeon.

Since she had no relatives, I held Yuyeon’s funeral.

I dug up the dirt from where Yuyeon had died and placed it next to Gyeongchang’s grave.

A small mound was created.

* * *

I flew my sword throughout the entire Gwanghan Realm day and night.

Kookookookookook!

The three masters of the Supreme Leadership Council of the Simjok, who had become like my terminals, relayed my power and swept away the corpses that had invaded every corner of the Gwanghan Realm.

Choaaaah!

As I guarded the entire Guanghan Realm day and night, no one dared to deal with the Sims easily.

I heard that the Cheonji Tribe investigators who were abusing the slave race also did not know when my sword energy that was sweeping away the city would turn on them, so at this point, except for one person, no one was committing extreme acts such as massacre.

That one guy was a monster.

‘I have to finish off this monster.’

Now you have the power to do so.

Of course, the sword energy flying from this far away cannot break the power of the monster, which is at the level of a semi-sword weapon.

You will have to go there yourself and see the end of it.

Of course, I couldn’t go find the monster right now because I was busy eliminating the demons… .

The day Baekwoon recovered, I planned to go find the monster right away.

‘He gave me a lot, but in the end he was a murderer and a madman.’

Even though I had the power, I couldn’t just leave it alone.

I sat on the three-legged crowbar, repelling the demons, and waited for the day when Baekun would recover.

* * *

Time passed quickly.

It’s been almost ten years since Sammokchong unleashed a black light across the entire Gwanghan area.

It’s been 20 years since we came to Sammokchong.

Kim Young-hoon made constant efforts to break the void.

Jeon Myeong-hun focused on training to realize the same brain spear that was stuck in Seong-sa’s stomach at that time, and Oh Hyeon-seok and Hong Beom finally reached the combined stage!

In particular, after Oh Hyeon-seok had nothing left to teach, Gol-maek, who had learned the Cheonji Ssangsu method, came forward and taught him his own Bonmyeong method.

Golmaek often visited Kim Young-hoon, saying that he wanted to help Oh Hyeon-seok reach the level of Ogijo-won and Deungbongjo-geuk, which are related to the Yojok, but Kim Young-hoon was not treating him well.

Anyway, thanks to that, Oh Hyeon-seok said he has been diligently practicing the Gol-gap-bo-won-gong recently.

Kim Yeon-eun and Buk Hyang-hwa have not been coming out of the studio recently.

There were times when I would come out, but usually when I went out for a walk with Buk Hyang Hwa.

The condition of the northern fragrant flowers seemed to be getting worse day by day.

Her eyes were clouded, and it was clear that she was gradually losing her senses.

However, even after ten years, no method was found to remove the curse of the Gimun Law.

And at that point.

I came face to face with Ryeohwa who had come to find me.

* * *

“Please teach me a trick, Your Majesty.”

“… Are you crazy?”

I caught a glimpse of her, who had come to me that day while I was wielding the sword, on top of the highest pine tree in Sammokchong.

Ryeohwa smiled and shook her head.

“I have left the position of Vice-Chief to Jae-hoo. So, you can rest assured.”

“… That’s not the problem.”

“What’s the problem?”

She smiled and spread her arms.

“If you don’t stake something precious on something, you can’t move forward. That’s the way of the world.”

It’s been 20 years since I came to Sammokchong.

I took a deep breath as I faced the sincere fighting spirit of the assistant leader, Ryeo-hwa.

“Please give it a try.”

“… you might die.”

“Don’t you know yet? Even after sending away the two death squads, Gyeongchang and Yuyeon…?”

Her eyes burned.

“Do you think you can reach this level while being sane? The Sim clan is a group of lunatics. You can’t reach this level while being sane. Except for Younghoon Daein, everyone I’ve seen so far has been sane.”

Tsk tsk tsk tsk-

A chill began to emanate from her body.

“Isn’t it the same with you, Venerable Seo? We are all madmen, and we even have ‘reasons for dying’. Isn’t that so?”

At her rebuke, I let out a sigh.

“Many of the Celestial Tribe’s investigators see us as lunatics who sacrifice our lives for higher realms, or take the lives of others, like moths. But that’s wrong.”

Woohoo!

A chilling aura gradually flowed from her withered, twisted body, soaking my bones.

“Kyungchang sacrificed his life for everyone, and Yuyeon sacrificed his life because there was no one else. In the first place… the moment we got here. What I’m saying is that everyone has at least one reason to sacrifice their life!”

Kuguang!

As she stamped her foot, the ground caved in around her.

I looked at her for a moment and said.

“… In the past, I have taken those who gave up on life and were obsessed with revenge to death… as my precious people.”

“Is that so.”

“How many times did I tell them to live without being able to do anything about their vengeance? I managed to save them somehow. But later on… I realized it after I lost my lover and was consumed with vengeance. Sometimes, you have to give up your life to get rid of this feeling.”

“You have come to your own realization.”

“That’s what it is. But… when I came to the realm of the mind, I had that thought.”

I looked into Ryeohwa’s eyes and asked.

“Is it really true that the act of pursuing ‘above’ while risking everything and changing one’s life… is meaningful…?”

I looked at her with bitter eyes.

“And… if I kill you, what will the feelings of those who remain be like…?”

Kyungchang is for those who remain.

Because there are no more flexible people left.

He went away burning his life like that.

But they were mistaken.

Am I, who killed them, the one left behind by them?

Anyway, I shared my thoughts at the last moment, and they became deeply engraved in my heart.

And all those who were deeply embedded in the heart died.

By me.

“Can’t we just… discuss it, or share our enlightenment through words? Instead of going all out and ‘fighting’, why can’t we just ‘spar’ at a leisurely pace?”

She hesitated for a moment at my words, then smiled.

“I haven’t had many opportunities to meet the Venerable One, so this is only the third time. The first time was when the Venerable One first came to Sammokchong and woke up. The second time was after he came out of the closed-door retreat. And the third time is now.”

“exactly.”

“I will tell you a secret of mine that even you, Master, did not know before I told you. This secret is a secret known only to you, Venerable Seo… no. to the priests.”

And then, I was startled by what she said next.

“Our flower tribe’s natural lifespan is three months. No matter how high your level, the maximum is about ten years… Only by taking a lot of elixirs can you live for about twelve years.”

“What…!”

“Let me introduce myself again, Father. Nice to meet you. My name is Ryeohwa. I was born nine years ago.”

“… .”

I looked at her, dumbfounded.

What the hell does this mean?

Nine years ago?

Three months to live?

That means….

“… The first, second, and third lovers… are all other people…?”

“That’s right. Shall I explain the origin of the Flower Tribe?”

Her explanation began.

“We, the Flower Tribe, are not exactly a slave race. We are simply flowers from the flower garden that were improved through magic by the Celestial Investitures to give as gifts to their lovers. Through magic, we are the ones who bloom the most beautiful flowers in the world for three months and then die.”

I looked at her head.

There was a very beautiful flower blooming on her head.

“Among those flowers, we are the ones whose spirituality was stimulated by magic and who have acquired reason. Since our lives are very short, when it is time to die, we find another suitable flower and pass on our memories, spirituality, and life to it before we die. This group is collectively called the ‘flower tribe.’ And one of them is the being called ‘Ryeohwa.’”

“… .”

I looked at Ryeohwa for a moment.

It was a pretty familiar story.

‘Takhonmancheon… .’

“… All those glamors… are the same person?”

“no.”

“hmm…?”

I asked the question with a hint of ominousness, but she denied it so cleanly.

“Rather, we can know because we are the ones who pass on memories and life. We are all different beings.”

But I was rather puzzled by those words.

“How can that be…? Don’t memories prove existence?”

“Memories prove existence… Many people think so. But that’s not true. If information defines oneself, are all members of the same sect the same person?”

“… That’s not true.”

“Yes. I have memories of the first Ryeohwa, but I also have memories of when ‘I myself’ was just an ordinary flower. And I also clearly remember being ‘injected’ with memories by Ryeohwa before me. Of course, I’ve been injected with so many memories of my previous Ryeohwa that my identity as ‘my original self’ has become a bit vague… I am me.”

I asked a question after thinking deeply.

“So, you’re saying that you were in the Imperial News for the first time in nine years, with memories that aren’t even yours?”

“Huh, this is one of the realizations of the ‘first love’. After all, the minds of all beings are created through the influence of each other. If I hear something from someone, if I just accept it, it eventually becomes mine. I accepted the memories of the previous love as mine.”

I had a strange feeling while listening to Ryeohwa’s words.

“Wait, wait… What that means is that if the existence called ‘Ryeohwa’ continues, you’ll fight me before that existence even continues…? It sounds like you’re saying you’ll cut off ‘Ryeohwa’s’ will… .”

But instead, she smiled brightly.

“No, quite the opposite.”

Tsk tsk tsk tsk!

The cold air emanating from around her scattered pure white clouds around her.

“I want to compete with you now because I want to pass on the ‘Ryeohwa’ to you, Venerable One.”

“what…?”

I opened my mouth in amazement.

It was probably a remark that would have gotten them killed in an instant if it had been said by someone like Seo-hyul or Yuk-rin.

In a way, memory transfer is a kind of trance.

It was no different from boldly telling me in front of me that he would bet his life on me.

I thought about it for a moment, then looked at her and said.

“…Why don’t you just tell me the story of ‘Ryeo-hwa’s’ life?”

“Do you know that, Your Majesty?”

“what?”

“This world will end in ten thousand years anyway.”

“… .”

It seemed like he knew something about the end.

“At least the most minimal possibility of overcoming the apocalypse is from the Venerable One. And countless ‘Ryeohwa’… In the end, I have decided that it will take at least 60,000 years to advance to the next stage. That is why I ask you this.”

Tsaaaahhhh!

Ryeohwa held out her ice spear to me with a serious expression.

“Please accept ‘Ryeohwa’.”

I looked at her for a moment.

“… If you accept that, won’t that make you you?”

“No. I can tell you this with the pride of Ryeohwa. It’s just a matter of accepting my existence a little more deeply.”

“… .”

I took out the colorless glass sword.

But he didn’t aim it at her, he just let it hang.

“… I also… don’t enjoy killing someone.”

Kwak!

I clutched my chest and said, chewing and spitting.

“I’m not a murderous lunatic… Every time I kill someone, my sword gets a little heavier…”

I looked at Ryeohwa.

“It’s not just killing a villain who has nothing to do with me, but killing my acquaintance with my own hands… It’s extreme pain for me.”

I grumbled and snapped at her.

“Why should I kill you and suffer? Tell me.”

And then she smiled.

“If you don’t want to kill me, you don’t have to.”

“what…?”

“In fact, our teacher killed seven of his disciples. But after that, he stopped killing them.”

The next moment.

Quaching!

A tremendous cold wind blew towards me.

“Because… at that point, the gap between us and the Master had already widened so much that even if we combined our strength and charged forward, we would have been able to subdue him ‘without killing him.’”

“What… .”

“I gave up after that. But you are different. You are still very immature. So… please, compete with us no matter what. Everyone will come running to you with their own reasons and their own hearts!”

“That’s nonsense.”

Tsaaaat!

I glared at the flying spear of ice again, and sheathed the Sword of the Heavenly Blade on my body.

By the sword’s ability to change ranks, my physical body was raised to the rank of the soul.

Shurur-

The ice spear passed right through my body.

“…I won’t deal with it.”

[You will have to deal with it.]

“…!”

I was glaring at her subsequent changes.

‘I, I… .’

[Ryeohwa has inherited ‘Ryeohwa’ for thousands and tens of thousands of generations. Along with her memories, she also has the remaining life and energy. That energy gathers, gathers, and gathers again… Now, I am like a monk who is content with everything… ]

Kookookookookook!

I could feel an enormous energy coming from her.

The form of energy itself is at best a single particle.

Perhaps he didn’t know how to refine his energy and advance beyond acting.

After all, plant-type monks were rare, and the Jangmok tribe never leaked their methods.

However, even though the form of energy is singular, its quantity is… .

‘A semi-autobiography…!?’

I was dumbfounded by this enormous energy and took a defensive stance as she rushed towards me.

[I am a practitioner of the Six-Mind Dual Cultivation, embracing both the Earth and the Mind…! You cannot win by overlooking me!]

Space was distorted by the enormous energy.

As the entire space was distorted regardless of rank, I had no choice but to dodge.

Kkwadduk!

I had no choice but to start competing with her.

Unlike Kyungchang or Yuyeon, who judge victory and defeat with one blow, she was the type to compete with delicate skills in her own way.

-Hwahon (華魂)

Her thoughts resonate through the ranks of the soul.

Her mouth, called Hwahon, radiated a cold air that was enough to chill the soul.

-Endless cold window

As her wedding ceremony began, a tremendous coldness came over me.

‘This cold….’

As soon as I felt the cold, I realized the nature of the cold.

‘loneliness….’

Spears of ice fly at me from all directions.

I scattered my swords in all directions and struck the ice spears.

But the moment I struck out, I realized that a cold chill had left my heart.

No matter how much you push away or strike, the moment you ‘make contact’ with her attack, a coldness that will never go away remains.

The identity of the cold was loneliness and longing.

Chaaaaaaa-

The blue idea materialized into ice and began to cover the heavens and earth.

I cut up her body.

Chorrrrrr!

She regenerated her body.

The side that was exposed was actually colder.

-Why are you lonely?

Snow is falling.

I continued to strike her with my fists even as I felt my body freezing.

-Don’t you have colleagues?

We talked through ideas.

-Aren’t there people who remember you? There is Jang-ik’s Park Do in your mind, and they remember all the Ryeohwa.

She started to laugh, spreading more and more chills around her.

-You said that proof of existence cannot be found in memory. Then do you know what it can be?

Choaaaah!

As I dealt with her, I looked at Ryeohwa, realizing that my soul was freezing.

-The proof of existence is determined by who you are loved by. It is also determined by who you are in love with… All Ryeohwas are born with the utmost love from the previous Ryeohwas. That is why I don’t care if I live as Ryeohwas and not myself. However… I can only give Ryeohwas story and this heart to the next Ryeohwa.

Fight, fight, fight!

She spun around three times in place and extended her arms to me.

Her attacks came like a cold wave, driving me forward.

-Others receive disciples and pass on this heart. But I have no one to give my heart to, except for the next Ryohwa. Not just me, but all of the Ryohwas… That is why Ryohwa wanted to pass this heart on to someone else. However, in the end, I knew that the only one who could receive my heart and pass it on to others was the Venerable Eojeon Ibo.

Her eyes seemed to burn with cold air.

-So… what you’re saying is, you want to make your story into a martial art and pass it down to the world. So that everyone remembers Ryeohwa…?

-That’s right.

-That’s foolish. Isn’t that the end of the romance?

-If the story of Ryeohwa is passed on to you and loved by everyone through the hands of the Venerable One… that in itself is sufficient.

She became winter.

A winter has come upon me, a time when flowers can never bloom.

To beat her, I had to cut down winter itself.

‘Can’t I not cut it?’

Can I subdue her without cutting her down…?

I took out the area.

Curses, sorcery, and all supernatural powers were taken out.

Hurrrrrrr!

But I could tell.

The winter before my eyes is gradually growing larger.

She was burning all her energy.

He was trying to run towards me without caring that his body was bursting.

‘This….’

Must be.

Without killing… it is impossible to subdue.

I screamed at the fact that even though I was on the throne, I couldn’t subdue my opponent without killing him.

Still… my skills are just mediocre.

She, who burned all life, in an instant.

Even through illegal means, I was able to ascend to the level of the soul.

‘Right….’

Since you have ascended to the rank of the soul in an instant, it is impossible to adjust the rank and not be cut down.

I gritted my teeth and gave her the final blow that best suited her.

Single-music sword technique

Twenty-five seconds

Byeolsan (Yihae Eunsan)!

The sword that had breathed everything into me, including my soul, poured down from the realm of souls toward her winter.

The sword of starlight and the winter brought about by blooming flowers collided.

Chaaaaaaaah!

The black starlight embraced all relationships and pierced through the winter of flowers.

It pierced my black magic, but at the same time, a cold energy remained in the sword and in the world.

Then I looked back after piercing her with the silver mountain.

Tsk tsk tsk-

It was such a beautiful spring that followed winter.

Hwahon (華魂)

That was the name of the moment when Ryeohwa passed on the heart she had gathered to the next Ryeohwa, following the winter.

Clang! Clang!

Her story entered my heart.

From the first Ryeohwa to the current Ryeohwa.

She was a being that all the world wanted to give love to.

However, the average lifespan of a typical cephalopod is short, as they die after living for only a few months and even then, their survival rate is not very high.

That’s why there was no flower tribe that could truly have a conversation with her from Ryeo-hwa’s perspective.

Even the other Sim clansmen did not understand her.

Because the will of Ryeohwa, who lived for 10 years and was passed down to the next Ryeohwa, was not something that anyone could easily understand.

She wanted to have disciples even if they were not plants.

I wanted to convey this will, emotion, and love that has been passed down from the first love through my disciples.

They even kidnapped Jangmok tribe members and tried teaching them.

But the Jangmok tribe was a bunch of fools who only had water and the Baekun Sacrament in their heads.

I didn’t even understand her teachings.

She couldn’t love anyone.

It was impossible to convey it in words.

I think it was called the Unwritten Letter.

How on earth can one possibly convey in words this feeling that has persisted since the first romance?

Perhaps Jang Ik’s fighting spirit would have made it possible.

If it was the fighting spirit of Jang Ik, then he could have received this feeling and ‘taught it’.

That’s why Ryeo-hwa also challenged Jang-ik.

However, Jang-ik subdued her without causing any harm and rejected her offer.

It was because the entire family was placed on his shoulders.

He refused her request on the grounds that if she were to receive Ryeohwa’s memories and become mentally unstable, she would not be able to protect her family.

She had no choice but to kneel.

That’s why she was lonely.

Your own mind… .

Starting from the first Ryeohwa, I knew that ‘this heart that wants to convey love to someone’ could never be conveyed to anyone other than the next Ryeohwa.

Waiting, waiting like that.

One day, when I was just endlessly passing down the tales of love.

Hope appeared before her.

“… Is it good?”

I asked Ryeohwa, who was turning into powder and melting into the snow

She laughed.

“thank you.”

“… .”

The existence of ‘Ryeohwa’ has now come to an end.

But her will… .

I can transform into martial arts and continue on.

This time, the great Ryohwa offered her memory and life to me.

This was the end of Ryeohwa.

however….

It will be reborn within me with the name of martial arts.

And someday, it will be continued again within the one who inherits this martial art.

I watched Ryeohwa’s end.

Holding her loneliness in my arms, I realized the miracle of cold.

That was my third miracle.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Her passion burned within me.

At the same time, I was startled.

‘I am alone…’

The curse of Jahonmancheon suddenly began to run wild.

Kookookookookook!

The purple fog rushed towards all the memories of the flowers in the flower garden.

I tried to control it, but instead, the soul of Hwaseon was like a fish in water, rushing into the soul of Jahonmancheon that I controlled and being absorbed into it.

It was when I saw the two naturally coming together as if they had been one from the beginning.

“…!”

Jahonmancheon began to change.

‘This….’

The purple Jahonmancheon began to shine brightly.

At the same time, I noticed that the knot inside Jahonmancheon was changing.

It was the epitome of Ryeohwa’s life.

At the same time, I realized that the self-centered world that I had not been able to properly control until now was completely melting into me.

“This is… Jahonmancheon…”

I felt the reality of Jahonmancheon and let out a hollow laugh.

In the first place, Jahonmancheon wasn’t something that I could learn by studying it.

Jahonmancheon was a secret art that was completed through tradition.

Just as the nature of the mind language and the nature of Jahonmancheon were similar, Jahonmancheon was a secret art to ‘convey’ something to someone.

‘It’s not like evolution…’

It was not a magic for evolution, but rather a way for someone from the past to convey their feelings to someone from the distant future.

And, such a self-contained love story was completed as the past Yeohwa’s heart was conveyed to me.

‘Then I guess I should change my name too.’

This is no longer a one-man show.

A secret technique completed with Ryeohwa’s heart.

May the heavens be filled with happiness and joy.

Clang! Clang!

I have absorbed the whole world.

The purple fog of Hwahonmancheon was absorbed very naturally into the fog of Mansanginyeondo.

Pararararak!

As Hwahonmancheon entered the world of all relationships, every moment of the past was reflected as if the pages of a book were turning.

‘Is this my past…?’

I realized that through the power of Hwahonmancheon, I could call my past ‘mind’ into reality and ‘transmit’ it to others.

“iced coffee….”

I shed tears.

I was able to recall the feelings of the past Cheongmunryeong.

It was possible to pass on the heart of the window maker who became a star to the current Oh Hyeon-seok.

My memories themselves can only be transmitted by sacrificing my life, just like Ryeohwa did… .

The ‘heart’ itself, which follows memory, can now be inherited at will.

I looked up at the sky, recalling past memories and recalling them in a state of confusion.

‘Now… I can’t forget.’

Now that I can remember not only information but also the heart, I will never forget anything again!

“My heart… will never! Never be forgotten.”

And then, Hwahonmancheon illuminated a certain moment in the past.

A corner of Seoak Village.

It was the moment when I had a conversation with [the child waiting for her older sister].

“…uh?”

Bam!

Come to your senses, it was Seoak Village.

I was back in Seo-ak Village, reading a fairy tale to the girl who had lost her older sister to Hong-beom’s mother.

“…what?”

The brain refuses to perceive.

At that time, I didn’t understand what was happening.

The girl smiled and ran somewhere behind me.

“Ah! Sister is here! I’ll go see her!”

The child ran behind me, hurriedly.

She ran to greet her older sister so eagerly that she even threw away her favorite storybook.

“…sister?”

Wasn’t it eaten by Hong Beom’s mother?

I swallowed and asked the child who was meeting her sister from behind.

I didn’t turn around.

“Hey, didn’t you say that your sister went over that hill?”

At my question, the girl exclaimed as if it was strange.

“What are you talking about, sir! I told you that my sister went to work at the mansion at the foot of the mountain for a while!”

“… .”

weird.

[The memory became clearer] through Hwahonmancheon.

The child’s older sister went to where Hong Beom’s mother lived and died.

gulp….

I observed the inside of my body.

The area remained the same.

That is to say, I wasn’t having a fantasy about going on an epic journey while I was mentally ill.

I was dragged back to the past.

“It seems the traveler had a dream.”

[Sister] said to the girl.

“Go home and play.”

“Yes, sister~”

I felt [her] approaching me.

I gradually started to break out in a cold sweat.

I just [remembered] now.

I forgot about her existence in the next episode.

[She] spoke behind me.

“Please pick up the book.”

I picked up the storybook and handed it over without looking back.

“Thank you. For playing with her… If you have any questions, feel free to ask. For example… Why do ‘those who have looked into the mind beyond a certain point’ desire suicide?”