Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 602

#602

Taejonbirok Volume 25, Episode 2

Chapter 133: The Lazy Man, Solved (2)

Chasing isn't that big of a deal.

In fact, unmanned combat is often presented as quite romantic, isn't it? Two unmanned beings sharing swords. One falls, the other survives.

The fallen warrior praises his opponent, saying that it was a fight without regrets, and the surviving warrior mourns his opponent's death.

yes?

It's funny.

Where's the romance in killing another person? I'm the one who's being killed, yet I admire the other person's ignorance and acknowledge them?

It's so annoying and I'm falling over.

I don't know.

Perhaps such a world existed someday. But in the world I saw, there was no such thing. The dying struggled to survive, and the survivors plunged swords into the backs of the fallen to avoid any danger.

Tracking is like that too.

When a battle breaks out, those who are sure to lose will run away.

Huh? Is that okay for Kang Ho-in?

Hey, you crazy bastard. If you don't, you're going to die. Where are Kang Ho and Nabal?

Those who teach that it is a virtue are also crazy.

No, that's right.

Is it a sin to be weak?

And isn't being weak relative? That guy has been practicing martial arts for thirty years, and I've only been learning for ten. Wouldn't it be stranger if I won?

So, the saying that the strong win is a blatant lie. Who wins and who loses in a fight is all a matter of luck at that moment.

It's even more so during wartime.

Then what the hell, what if I'm fighting an eighty-year-old veteran in a war and I'm beating the guy next to me who's weaker than me and just started fighting a rookie who just picked up a sword?

Is that why I'm dying because I'm not good enough?

Shouldn't you be talking nonsense?

what?

Don't get excited?

Don't I look excited right now?

Khehehe.

anyway!

If you're fighting and it seems like things are getting unfavorable and you're about to lose your neck, you should run away without looking back.

What? If you're inferior in skill anyway, won't you be inferior in light attack too?

Generally, yes. But it's not always like that. It might be true when a master and a beginner fight, but if the skill gap isn't that great, the weaker player might be faster depending on their individual characteristics.

And wouldn't it be better to run away and get stabbed in the back and die than to have your head cut off right there?

So, since there are many people running away, those who have experience in fighting tend to try to chase each other to some extent.

What? Disappointed?

You sound like a disappointment.

I'm about to die, so where's my dignity? I have to sell everything, including my pride, and run.

huh?

Why am I telling you this story?

Hehehe.

They didn't know.

Baekgeomseong is a group of people who trained themselves to death while hiding themselves from the outside world.

Of course, I've rarely had that kind of experience.

So you didn't know?

What is it like to have a tiger chasing you from behind?

An overwhelmingly powerful opponent, far faster than me. And yet, I give up my back to him and run away?

That's suicide.

But I didn't know that. So even if it's right, it's cheap.

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“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

My breath is pounding.

My legs were shaking and my stomach was tightening. For a while now, I've been feeling a stabbing pain in my side, like a knife being stabbed.

'You can't stop.'

The warning that I might die of exhaustion if I don't stop right now and the instinct that tells me I'll die if I stop are fighting fiercely in my head.

Unsure of what to do, my legs, unable to make a decision, kept running. Gradually, the sensation faded. The sensation of hitting the ground became vague. It felt like I was struggling underwater.

'It's coming! It's coming!'

Kwaaaaaaaah!

It explodes in a loud noise behind your back.

My body shrinks. As soon as I hear the explosion, a warm wind rushes down my neck.

'Fuck.'

How did it end up like this?

They are the Baekgeomseong. And the Ten Thousand Swords. After waiting countless hours, they aimed their swords at the Central Plains, possessing absolute confidence. And it wasn't arrogance.

Because I prepared for it.

There hasn't been a single day that I haven't practiced. It's not just about hard work. I've learned the world's greatest martial arts, from the world's greatest teachers.

They are strong.

Even if you look at it objectively rather than subjectively, Baekgeomseong is strong.

Baekgeomseong's outward power alone could have earned him a place among the three great powers of the world. However, his hidden power was even greater.

Excluding the Demonic Cult, there is no force in the world capable of competing with the Baekgeomseong on its own. How could one not be proud of it?

Until I had defeated Jeongmu-myeong and killed that damned Kwon-geuk, I had no doubt that everything would go according to their plan.

No one believed that they could stop Baekgeomseong.

Thinking back now, I didn't know anything.

Now I understood why there were endless oddities in the martial arts world, and why, even when someone fell, a new one would always take their place.

I thought it would take countless years for a new tree to grow in the place of the fallen giant, Kwon Geuk. But who would have thought that the place it had emptied would be filled not by another tree, but by a monster?

monster.

Yes, it's a monster.

There's no way to describe him other than to say he's a monster.

A monster that not only stops them, but also makes them run away, something that even the Kwon Geuk, Shaolin, shamans, and Jeongmu Alliance couldn't stop.

The monster was now chasing him.

To be exact, they are chasing Baekgeomseong, including him.

One by one they fall down.

The monster never hurried.

At first, I thought the number of those falling was small. Given the monster's abilities, I thought it could have delved madly and decapitated several people at once, but that didn't happen.

So I thought the monster's feet might be slow.

Just because a giant bear is stronger than a rabbit doesn't mean it's necessarily faster.

So I thought there was hope. I believed that if I just ran a little harder, a little harder, and could rejoin the main force, something would work out.

But looking back now, that was a mistake.

'You son of a bitch!'

It's not that he couldn't run fast. He just didn't have the will to run fast.

Now you know.

Because the number of dead people has already become so large that it is difficult to count them.

What if that monster had been chasing them from the start at an incredible speed and had decapitated them all?

It must have collapsed.

They would have given up on their factions and fled in all directions. While there might have been additional casualties, the number of survivors would have undoubtedly increased. Even monsters don't have ten bodies. It's impossible to chase down and catch everyone fleeing in all directions.

But the monster didn't do that.

Follow at a constant speed and catch those who fall behind one by one.

As a result, everyone was unable to think of anything else and just ran forward, forward.

Because I saw hope that if I just ran hard, I could survive as long as my speed didn't drop.

This is the result.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Run with all your might.

It can't be helped. I know all too well what the binge from earlier meant.

Those who fell behind him suffered.

That means… … .

'I'm the last one.'

I never thought I'd come to regret being so slow at light work. I should have believed my instructor's words that all learning begins with the feet.

'Move! Move!'

I feel my legs growing numb. I've long since lost feeling. Still, my legs, which had been moving quite well, are gradually becoming slower.

The scenery that had been passing by like crazy, the scenery that had been blurry and unreadable, gradually became clearer.

Because his eyesight is improving?

No way.

He is slowing down.

Slowing down meant getting closer to the monster chasing him.

“Whew! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

I have to run. I have to run like crazy. That's how…

“Does that mean I can run away?”

It was a small whisper.

But to his ears it sounded louder than thunder.

His legs wouldn't move any more. He just stood there.

“Haa, haa…….”

Breathe in and out.

My legs were shaking. But it wasn't from fear. I was simply exhausted.

Turn your head slowly.

My eyes met with the person standing behind me.

“…….”

What should I say?

The author.

A face that still retains its youthful charm. Aside from his somewhat decent looks, he's no different from any other young man you'd encounter on the streets.

It doesn't have six arms, nor three heads.

Still, it is certain that this guy is a monster.

Above all… … .

Again.

The blood flowing down his hair, the blood soaking his face, the blood dyeing his entire body crimson were proof of that fact.

Even wolves normally look no different from dogs.

But if that wolf is eating people's intestines and turning their faces red, who would compare that wolf to a dog?

The same goes for interest.

He looked no different from any other young man. However, he was cutting open the stomach of a giant named Baekgeomseong and munching on its innards.

So how can you say it's not a monster?

Brrrr.

It puts strength into my hands.

Whether it was the swordsman's pride or not, the hand holding the sword was unable to let go of it.

I can barely move a finger, so why bother resisting pointlessly? It won't change anything?

'I am…….'

Grit your teeth.

And then he pulls out the sword.

The sword, drawn from its scabbard, drew a perfect straight line.

I can guarantee it.

This sword is the most perfect sword he has ever wielded in his entire life.

No thoughts or feelings.

I don't feel the need to swing my sword with force. I have no intention of achieving anything with it. I simply swing it with the instinct of a swordsman.

Ironically, the moment I gave up on trying to achieve something with the sword, the most perfect sword unfolded.

Uduk.

At the same time, a strange sound, the likes of which I had never heard before, came from his throat.

It was a sound I'd never heard before, but it wasn't hard to guess what it was. The power drained from my swinging sword, and my vision blurred—that was enough to make me guess.

The monster looked at him with a strange smile.

“It was a good hit.”

Should I be happy?

The fact that the sword he had swung at the last moment had been acknowledged by the monster brought him a subtle joy.

A hollow smile appeared on the lips of the man who was falling.

dump.

The floor and the monster's feet came into view. Feeling his vision fading, the man made no effort to regain consciousness. It was all meaningless.

“Have a nice dream.”

Despite its grotesque appearance, the monster's voice was quite gentle.

The man, who had laughed with all his remaining strength, eventually lost consciousness.