Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 332 (Part 2)



332 (Part 2)

To set the truth right.

“But.”

Even upon reconsideration such a thing…

[Do you really think such a thing has never happened Apostle?]

“Such a thing….”

To grasp the twisted truth. The act of erasing all life on the land of the Central Plains.

Since it cannot be achieved naturally.

An existence to carry it out instead.

An incident that occurred in conjunction with the outbreak of the Demonic Realm.

“…That’s just bullshit.”

I spat out a curse without realizing it.

The goosebumps on my back were not from hope.

It was the anxiety that arose from recalling the intertwined situation with certainty.

It comes to mind.

What events transpired as the World Tree spoke of setting the truth right.

The world is impatient.

It speaks of events that must have already occurred since the past.

To say it doesn’t exist would be a lie wouldn’t it?

That is precisely.

“…The Blood Demon War.”

As soon as the words left my mouth.

Cold sweat trickled down my cheek.

Centuries ago.

Not long after the Demonic Realm opened.

A time when there were no orthodox sects known as the Murim Alliance today.

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As we struggled to find peace little by little opposing the Demonic Realm that appeared in the void and the demonic beasts that emerged from it.

In the Central Plains which was just beginning to settle.

As if it did not desire peace.

There was an event that brought a bloodstorm to the world.

Even now it is recorded as the first blood calamity.

That is the emergence of the Blood Demon.

“…So the Blood Demon is the agent?”

An agent sent by the world to erase all living beings.

Could it be that the Blood Demonic practitioner is indeed that?

Previously Yeon Il-cheon had said.

This world is one where destruction is predetermined.

The calamity for that destruction was the Blood Demon.

Though they succeeded in sealing the Blood Demon.

The calamity will not end and will appear again.

I too am said to be a calamity.

[Apostle.]

The moment the World Tree called me.

I sprang up from the root where I was sitting.

[You have a gaze that has noticed something.]

.

.

….

“…Why do you call me Apostle?”

[Apostle….]

If the Blood Demon is a calamity in that sense.

And if the calamity has not ended.

It is only natural that I would think of Heavenly Demon as a calamity as well.

This is a natural conclusion.

In my previous life it was the Heavenly Demon that caused the blood calamity.

That immense power and presence were so formidable that it could not be thought of as human.

If it is to be labeled as a calamity there would be no existence more fitting than that.

Even if it is said that he was ultimately killed by the Divine Sword. The Heavenly Demon is a being sufficient to be called a calamity.

But.

“What do you want from me?”

Then what am I?

[Apostle.]

“What do you want from me?”

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If the being before me is from another world yet claims to be the master.

While revealing such facts to me.

Handing me the mark of the saint.

What is the reason for calling me Apostle?

“Are you telling me… to be a calamity?”

The Blood Demon was sealed with the power of others including Yeon Il-cheon.

Let’s say that was the conclusion of the first calamity.

Yeon Il-cheon said.

This world does not make the same mistake twice.

There must be a reason for my regression.

I am a calamity.

[It seems you harbor some misunderstandings.]

“Misunderstanding? No matter how I look at it it’s not a misunderstanding.”

Don’t talk nonsense.

How have I lived?

Through a miraculous regression.

How desperately have I struggled to live a different life?

To save those who died for me.

I wanted to live a life different from my previous one.

But if all those efforts ultimately lead to the destruction of the place I lived.

If it was something predetermined by someone.

“…I would rather die right here and now.”

[Apostle.]

“Don’t call me Apostle…!”

[In the past there was a child like you.]

As I was about to shout wrapping my dizzy head.

I had to pause at the words spat out by the World Tree.

The emotions contained in the words felt particularly warm.

I unconsciously became that way.

Why is that?

[There was a child who knew the truth and screamed spitting blood.]

“…What a sudden and irrelevant story.”

This is not the time to be talking about the past.

I wanted to cut it off somehow but.

Regardless of that the words did not easily come out.

[How pitifully he cried. The helpless old tree could not embrace its own child.]

“Child?”

Do martial artists have children too?

I unconsciously brought up such awkward thoughts.

[To the master life is like a child.]

If there is a master rooted in the ground then life can be born.

Is the implication that life is like a child to that master?

[Do you know this Apostle?]

“I didn’t say anything so how would I know?”

[In your world there is not no master.]

Was there a master in the Central Plains?

Then in a situation where there is no master.

The Demonic Realm opened so it means the Blood Demon did not appear to set the truth right?

“…Then? Does it mean the master went somewhere?”

If so where has the master of our world gone?

[To go against time requires a great deal of power.]

That was the same thing said earlier.

[The karma resulting from that is something that cannot be fully borne by a single human.]

“Impossible?”

Then what am I?

[Humans cannot bear support or hope for such things. Even if a greater existence bears it instead it is a power that cannot be endured. Time is such a thing.]

“Why are you suddenly talking about such nonsense…?”

[In your world the master does not not exist. The existence has been erased.]

My eyes widened at the words of the World Tree.

[The master having gone against the flow was punished for reversing the flow of a small human and lost the qualification to exist. That is why you do not know about your Clan Head.]

“…What do you mean by that? It sounds like the master of the world made another human regress…”

Huh?

While I was speaking I looked up at the World Tree.

The being that was once the master.

That it made a single human regress.

I knew about another regressor in a world where the master had disappeared.

How could I not know?

The one who blocked and sealed the Blood Demon.

Was none other than another regressor like me.

Then why did the World Tree suddenly bring up this story?

“You…”

[Apostle. Do you think I marked you with the mark of the saint to use you as a calamity?]

The voice of the World Tree was filled with the same sadness as before.

[To the master life is like a child… how could that be?]

Beyond sadness it sounded like weeping.

The branches with not a single leaf left.

The roots that spread out trying to block the blowing wind.

Somehow looked sorrowful.

[Do you know this Apostle?]

The World Tree spoke to me as if it were about to cry.

[The mark of righteousness… is originally….]

I finally began to understand.

The World Tree before me was indeed.

[If it is not my child I cannot give it.]

It was the master of our world.