Absolute Regression Chapter 282

Episode 282: What kind of person are you?

Have you ever been this excited lately?

My heart was pounding like crazy.

Firearm.

It’s finally time to see your fragments.

Where are you now and what are you doing? How strong are you now?

When I thought of him, anger boiled up like lava throughout my body. Did I feel that intense emotion?

Ss …

The branches stretched out from all directions, pressing down on the sword dance. It was an attack that could neither be avoided nor cut down, as there were hundreds or thousands of branches.

At that very moment!

Chock! Chock! Chock! Chock!

Something appeared in the four directions, front, back, left, and right, centered around the sword dance. Surprisingly, it was the four evil spirits of the first style of the Nine Fire Demons’ Destruction Style.

As the evil spirits blocked them like a shield, the tree branches did not dare to rush forward and retreated. They were frightened by the evil spirits’ fierce aura.

Geommu-geuk really didn’t know that in the prayer of the Mokwang, four evil spirits would appear and protect him. They were scary, handsome, mysterious, and clever. If they were this good, what would the Heavenly Horse Spirit be like?

At the same time, Baek Cheon-gyeong was falling into the abyss.

‘A prayer like this at such a young age?’

He went on and on, but there was no end to it. Just as the sword dance continued on endlessly through the forest, he swam down into an endless abyss.

I wondered what was at the end of that darkness.

His instincts told him not to go any further. It was dangerous.

But Baek Cheon-gyeong couldn’t hold back his curiosity. He had a feeling that something tremendous was deep in that darkness.

Baek Cheon-gyeong continued to descend, although his breathing was suffocating and the pressure was getting stronger and stronger, making him feel like his body was going to burst.

Just when I was about to give up, thinking I couldn’t hold on any longer.

Pot, it felt like the world was turning on and off.

Baek Cheon-gyeong stood in the middle of the battlefield. Blood flowed like a river, and corpses were strewn everywhere. The corpses included people, demons, and devils. There was no one alive. No, there was one person.

A man looking up at the sky with his back turned.

Is this a sword dance?

But the man’s back was the kind that only someone who had overcome all the hardships of the world could have. No matter how much of a leader he was, I thought that it would be impossible for him, who was so young, to have a back that showed the passage of time like this.

Then who is it?

The moment I tilted my head,

As the space disappeared, Baekcheon-gyeong was once again in a deep abyss.

Swaaaaaaaaaah.

And he was pulled up towards the surface at a terrifying speed. The moment the abyss spat him out in an instant, the prayer of the sword dance disappeared.

At the same time, Baek Cheon-gyeong’s prayer also disappeared.

The sword dance in the forest and the Baekcheon-gyeong in the water both returned to reality.

The two people stared at each other in silence.

The sword dance was still heart-pounding.

You who followed the fire weapon.

What are you doing here now?

There were so many things I wanted to ask him, but I couldn’t ask any of them.

Whether you kill him, let him live, or dig up his back, you must be careful when it comes to firearms.

Geommugeuk greeted first, his boiling anger turning into a leisurely smile.

“This is a sword dance from the Shingyo.”

“It’s a hundred thousand views.”

He only revealed his name without any explanation.

“I heard what my disciple said on the way here.”

Then Baek Cheon-gyeong’s gaze turned to Jin Ha-gun. At this moment, Jin Ha-gun felt nervous inside. He was worried about what Geommu-geuk would say.

“What did you say?”

“He said that you were the person he trusted the most.”

Baek Cheon-gyeong’s gaze turned from Jin Ha-gun to Geommu-geuk again.

“You came to see Haryeong?”

“I have come a long way to find the lover I love.”

To Baek Cheon-gyeong, those words sounded like a joke, so he stared into Geommu-geuk’s eyes with his small, long eyes. As he looked into those deep eyes, the back of the man he had seen in prayer before overlapped with Geommu-geuk’s.

The young, bright appearance and the appearance of the man in prayer looked so different.

‘Who is that man?’

Baek Cheon-gyeong walked to the table where guests were greeted.

“Have a seat. We have guests, so we should serve them tea.”

“I will ride, Master.”

“I’ll do it. Just sit down.”

“Yes, Master.”

Jin Ha-gun sat down with Geommu-geuk. He didn’t even make eye contact with Geommu-geuk. He was completely focused on his role for today, and all his nerves were on edge as he watched the atmosphere between Geommu-geuk and his master.

Baek Cheon-gyeong came in a car.

“Thank you.”

Geommu-geuk tasted the tea he had brought. Baek Cheon-gyeong asked him about it, seeing that he drank it without checking if it was poisoned.

“What if it’s poison?”

“Did you put it in?”

Then I took another sip.

Jin Ha-gun could sense that a strange war of nerves was unfolding in this trivial conversation.

Geommugeuk looked around the workshop while drinking tea.

“I see you like woodworking.”

The workshop was decorated with things carved by Baek Cheon-gyeong. If I hadn’t learned the art of Guhwamagong, I would never have felt a sense of ecstasy everywhere.

We’ll have to fight to find out how that tiger carved out of wood will change and attack.

At that moment, Geommu-geuk’s gaze turned to the decoration covered with black cloth.

“What’s down there? Can I open it?”

When Baek Cheon-gyeong didn’t say anything, Geommu-geuk got up from his seat and walked over to the place. Since he hadn’t stopped him until then, he took it to mean that he could open it.

The sword dance removed the cloth covering the pedestal.

The dolls were still fighting, but Jin-Ha noticed a change.

‘The doll’s position has changed!’

On the opposite side was the hero doll that the master had called the Sword Dance Theater. It was right next to the fallen Jin Ha-gun doll.

A new doll stood in the place where the original hero doll had stood. Judging by its appearance and characteristics, it was definitely Baek Cheon-gyeong himself.

In the end, Baek Cheon-gyeong was talking to the doll. He believed that Geommu-geuk and Jin Ha-gun were on the same side.

When the sky was revealed, Baek Cheon-gyeong revealed his true feelings.

“Little Leader, have you come to kill me?”

Baek Cheon-gyeong didn’t believe that Geommu-geuk had come because of Jin Ha-ryeong. It was a question that could only be asked if he thought that they were targeting him.

Even with that sudden question, Geommugeuk wasn’t flustered.

“If you thought so, why did you allow us to meet?”

“If the Demonic Cult tries to kill me, where in this world would I be able to hide?”

When Baek Cheon-gyeong’s gaze turned to him, Jin Ha-gun expressed his resentment.

“You still don’t trust me.”

He said this while looking at the puppets on the pedestal of the Geommu Theater.

“Your master has never truly loved a woman, so that’s why. Don’t worry. I just came to the Martial Arts Alliance to see Young Lady Jin. If I had wanted to kill you, would I have gone through such unnecessary and complicated procedures? Don’t forget that I am the Young Leader.”

That is why this place was set up today. I wanted to know exactly what the intention of the Geommugeuk was.

“By the way, you made the dolls really well.”

Geommugeuk lowered his body and looked closely at the dolls.

“It feels like it might jump out alive at any moment.”

The swordsman knows. Of all the crafts in this room, these little wooden dolls are the most frightening. He doesn’t make dolls, he carves them. How could this be all he’s ever carved in his life?

Then Geommugeuk pointed to a puppet and asked.

“Who is this doll?”

When Geommu-geuk first saw the dolls on this display stand, he was not pointing to a hero doll, a Jin Ha-gun doll, or a Baek Cheon-gyeong doll that was opposing him. It was just one of the countless dolls standing around!

“This doll is the only one that doesn’t have a face carved into it.”

It was the faceless doll that Geommu-geuk had seen in Baek Cheon-gyeong’s prayer. It was definitely a doll that had some kind of meaning.

“Who made this? Is it you?”

A look of surprise crossed Baek Cheon-gyeong’s face. It seemed that he was surprised that he had focused on that doll among all those dolls.

“Anyone can do it.”

At Baek Cheon-gyeong’s answer, Geommu-geuk bent down and looked at the doll more closely.

“It seems only Lee Ja-min is not involved in the fight.”

Even though the doll had no expression, I felt relaxed.

Baek Cheon-gyeong asked from behind.

“If there are people fighting, there are bound to be people watching. Are you a fighter or a watcher?”

After watching the dolls for a while, Geommugeuk picked one up. It was the Jin Ha-gun doll that had collapsed next to the hero doll.

Geommugeuk looked back and forth between the doll and Jin Ha-gun. Anyone could tell that it was made with Jin Ha-gun in mind.

The sword dance drama placed the Jin Ha-gun puppets next to the hero puppets.

He showed himself that he is not a person who fights or just watches, but someone who helps others rise up.

Jin Ha-gun looked at his doll that had been set up. It was nothing, but he felt a pang in his heart for no reason.

No, it wasn’t nothing in the first place. It was just that his master, who had taught him for ten years, had created his own doll and then knocked it down.

“Good job.”

Geommugeuk turned towards Baekcheonkyung after covering the display case with the cloth it was originally covered with.

“The reason I came here today is because the Lord of Destruction said that he had to meet you in order to meet Lady Jin, so I had no choice but to come here. Now, speak quickly. I must go and see Lady Jin.”

Jin Ha-gun sent a message to Baek Cheon-gyeong.

– Master, please tell him something so that he will be scared.

Baek Cheon-gyeong didn’t say anything despite his words. Instead, he turned his gaze away from the two people and looked out the window.

“If you have nothing to say, I will be going now.”

Geommugeuk walked out without hesitation.

Jin Ha-gun wanted to ask Baek Cheon-gyeong why she didn’t say anything while staying, but Baek Cheon-gyeong was still looking out the window. Since it was the order to leave without bothering anyone, Jin Ha-gun also quietly left the place.

Jin Ha-gun, who came out, walked with Geommu-geuk. When they got farther away from the workshop, Jin Ha-gun finally asked.

“Are you the person who should be killed or the person who should be saved?”

Jin Ha-gun was curious about how Geommu-geuk viewed his master.

“You said you didn’t believe me?”

“I’ll just take note.”

Of course, he was someone who had to be killed.

But instead of answering, Geommugeuk showed Jin Ha-gun what he was holding in his hand.

“When did you bring this out?”

The reason Jin Ha-gun was so surprised was because what Geommu-geuk brought out was the doll that had been on the display case. It was the doll that had no face.

“Why did you bring it out?”

Geommugeuk looked at the puppet carefully.

“Aren’t you curious? Who was this doll made with in mind?”

“If you were curious, you should have left it there.”

“I think I should carve this face.”

“What?”

What on earth are you talking about? To Jin Ha-gun, Geommugeuk was someone he knew but didn’t know.

“One thing is certain, your master is no ordinary person. At the very least, I can clearly feel that he is not someone who should be the master of the grandson of the martial arts leader.”

“Have you exchanged words with your master?”

The swordsman shook his head.

“Then what on earth about your master made you think that way?”

“Honestly, just looking at him like this, I still can’t tell if he’s a bad guy or if he deserves to be killed.”

Of course, he will die by his own hand. It’s just a matter of when and how.

“But there was something wrong with my attitude towards you.”

The sword dance drama pointed out the part that Jin Ha-gun could understand most easily.

“The way he treated you and his attitude were not like that of a master and disciple. They were cold and indifferent. Even if you made a big mistake, you should cover up for others when they are around, but your master only focused on me. No, he must have focused on himself. He does not consider you as his disciple.”

Jin Ha-gun thought that he would feel better once he heard the conclusion, no matter what. But his heart was still the same.

This time, Geommugeuk asked.

“What was the Master like that you saw? You must have had a lot of thoughts.”

Jin Ha-gun revealed his honest feelings.

“I don’t know. I still have doubts about Master, and I have doubts about you.”

This was the exact reason why he felt lost. He felt that his master had changed and his sense of crisis was triggered, but he had no evidence that his master was a bad person, so he called for the sword dance. He wondered if he was being used, if he was making a mistake. These thoughts kept trapping him in a fog.

Geommugeuk spoke calmly, with an expression that showed he understood him.

“That’s why it’s better to have a clear enemy than an ambiguous friend.”

Jin Ha-gun realized that he was having a hard time not knowing who was his friend and who was his enemy. Why was it that the person who had to remind him of this was the leader of the Demonic Cult?

The sword dance stopped at a crossroads.

“You go first. I have somewhere to go for a bit.”

“Where are you going?”

Then, instead of answering, Geommugeuk said something unexpected.

“It’s a lie that I say I never get lost because I have a good eye for directions.”

This is what I wanted to say to Jin Ha-gun.

“I often get lost, wandering around. Maybe that’s why I don’t like people who shout that they are on the right path.”

“Why are you suddenly saying that?”

“It just suddenly occurred to me.”

After finishing his words, Geommugeuk flew into the air.

Jin Ha-gun, who was watching the dot disappear in an instant, looked up at the sky. He remembered what Geommu-geuk had said. Ask people to find the way, look up at the sky, and if that doesn’t work…

This is crazy, he thought, taking off his shoes.

And then he threw it upward. The direction the fallen shoe was pointing was the direction where the sword dance had just disappeared.

‘Why of all things.’

Even coincidences are supposed to follow the sword dance? That’s ridiculous. The first round is just a practice round.

Jin Ha-gun threw his shoe again. He threw it higher than before. But coincidence struck again. He threw it again, and again.

When I finally figured out the direction I wanted to go, I put on my shoes.

“You must have been very confused and lost. Don’t console me for no reason. I will find my way on my own.”

Jin Ha-gun walked briskly towards his residence.

Even though I tried not to think about it, I kept thinking about my doll lying down and waking up.