Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 497 (Part 1)



497 (Part 1)

”’Chapter 498 – Just Give It to Me Once.

The heavy pressure rises.

I felt the sensation of the air shifting and rolled my eyes.

‘It’s done.’

The fur on the grotesque beast stands on end.

Contrary to that chilling sensation my brain felt like it was spinning rapidly.

[This crazy bastard.]

Noya speaks to me as if in disbelief.

[You really intend to do this? You’ve truly lost your mind.]

‘After helping me so much are you now trying to back out?’

[What do you mean I helped?]

You helped a lot.

You told me about Namgung Myung’s personality.

Ah to be precise.

‘The personality of the one presumed to be Namgung Myung.’

Before Woo Hyuk and I arrived here.

I had to seriously ponder how to obtain the brain.

The reason was simple: the methods I had thought of just moments before had to be completely discarded.

The various methods I had considered became impossible due to the confirmation that the grotesque beast was a member of the Namgung Clan and the suspicion that Namgung was pretending not to know this.

There were issues with using the plans I had in mind.

Should I give up on the brain then?

‘No.’

That couldn’t happen.

‘The brain must be given to Namgung Bia.’

For the future.

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Moreover to help Namgung Bia ascend to a higher realm comfortably the brain was essential.

‘Namgung Myung’s temperament is a bit bothersome though.’

As expected of Noya the old man’s temperament was foul just from a brief glance.

[What did you say?]

I could hear Noya getting riled up knowing exactly when I was insulting him.

But it was true.

No wait…

‘It might be a problem if he isn’t Namgung Myung.’

If there was a problem it was that Noya’s earlier words were a bit unsettling.

The moment I was about to step out to meet the grotesque beast.

Noya had said something I couldn’t understand.

– Perhaps that guy isn’t Myung.

I wondered what kind of nonsensical talk that was and asked what he meant.

But Noya told me to just remember it as he wasn’t sure yet.

‘If he isn’t Namgung Myung then who is he?’

I didn’t know but I just believed Noya because he said so.

It was also a problem that I couldn’t trust Noya now.

Moreover.

‘Right now whether he is Namgung Myung or not that doesn’t matter.’

Even if the old man inside that brain isn’t Namgung Myung.

It didn’t matter to me. What mattered was whether I could obtain the brain or not.

So I kept pondering.

How could I obtain the brain?

When I thought about it fortunately there were indeed methods available.

In fact there were quite a few. It wasn’t like I had never experienced such chaotic matters in my past life.

Having worked professionally in this field it wasn’t particularly difficult for me.

The only problem was that none of the methods were proper.

[… That too is a talent in its own right.]

‘Thank you for the compliment.’

[Is that really a compliment?]

‘If I take it as a compliment then it is one.’

After that I could hear Noya grumbling about dying from anger but I ignored it.

I didn’t understand why a dead man was acting like this.

Anyway.

Among the various bad methods and those I didn’t want to use.

I decided to choose the least bad one.

That method would be.

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[Provoking to steal it….]

‘Why do you name your plans so crudely?’

[Do you think there’s a better way to say it?]

Even so that name is just too vulgar.

Even if the meaning is correct.

“You’re going to scold me.”

“Our crazy old man is hoping for that. He’s an old man who has lost his age so you understand.”

“I’m about to get beaten to a pulp by my friend’s master. How can I understand that?”

“Haha.”

Gwaeseon laughed at my sarcasm.

“Considering that your expression is quite bright?”

“…”

I hurriedly managed my expression at Gwaeseon’s words.

It seemed I was about to relax a bit thinking things were going as I wished.

‘I’ve died a lot.’

Because I was immersed in peace I made such a trivial mistake.

I had to keep reminding myself that this was not the time.

As I steadied my breath and hardened my expression.

A sharp voice came from over there.

[I can’t understand.]

It was Namgung Myung’s voice.

[Why aren’t you stopping him Shin Cheol?]

As he spoke as if he couldn’t understand I thought to myself.

‘As expected.’

I had checked just in case and it seemed I was right again.

I could hear their conversation over there.

But it seemed that if I and Noya didn’t want to hear each other we wouldn’t.

‘Really?’

Of course I wasn’t certain.

If they wanted to hide it they might be able to.

However if I were to question whether they would go to such lengths I thought they wouldn’t.

While not letting go of my shallow suspicion I decided on a course of action.

It was better to act decisively than to be indecisive with doubts.

Noya sighed as he mixed in with Namgung Myung’s words.

[Do you think he would listen if you tried to stop him?]

[Ha. To call yourself a successor and not be able to handle this much?]

[That doesn’t seem like something Myung should say… Moreover.]

I slowly relaxed my body’s energy and released it into my physical form.

[It doesn’t seem like he said anything particularly wrong.]

[… What?]

Noya’s words filled Namgung Myung’s voice with coldness.

[Do you think there was anything wrong with what the child said even if it was rough?]

[You…!]

[Hmm. Times have changed a lot. Myung I can’t believe your tongue has grown so long.]

He had pointed out that I was too provocative.

Now it seemed this old man also had a sharp tongue.

They say history remembers the sharpness of the tongue and indeed it was quite sharp.

[… I can hear all your insults so shut up. Didn’t you ask for help?]

‘Sorry….’

Even ghosts have sharp ears.

As Namgung Myung’s fury reached this point Gwaeseon who had been holding back added his words.

“Haah… Old man. You look a bit pathetic so just stay quiet.”

[You too…!]

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but don’t interfere and just stay quiet. And.”

Gwaeseon’s gaze turned to me.

“I didn’t mean it but I apologize for my previous actions.”

“…”

“However I hope you understand that your words crossed the line.”

I knew that. I had indeed gone a bit too far.

This also meant I had given Gwaeseon or Namgung Myung a reason to fight me.

So that I wouldn’t face any issues even if I fought back and that.

“If you have any expectations from this side even more so.”

‘Oh dear.’

It seemed Gwaeseon had caught on as well.

“I’m curious. What could a child like you possibly want from this? I live like a beggar so I don’t have any money….”

“Honestly I don’t plan to extort money from you either.”

I’m rich now you see.

I don’t particularly need money.

Hearing my response Gwaeseon smiled slightly and asked.

“Then what do you want by coming out like this?”

If I suddenly said I wanted the brain would he understand?

Looking at Gwaeseon’s demeanor he might.

But.

“Well that’s….”

I felt a bit regretful saying it. The reason being.

“I think I can say it after the scolding is over.”

Ironically I was salivating at the thought.

I wanted to fight Gwaeseon. My body was boiling with anticipation.

[Hah… The one who used to go around avoiding fights is now ready to fight as the sun rises in the west.]

‘Indeed.’

Was it because my body had changed? Or had I developed unnecessary fighting spirit while recovering my realm?

Or perhaps I just wanted to confirm how much stronger I had become.

Whatever the reason it didn’t matter.

I loosened my body.

I drew up my qi.

Now was the time to focus on my opponent.

“Shhhh….”

As I was stacking heat within my body.

“… I have one thing I want to ask first.”

Gwaeseon’s voice came through.

“What is it?”

“… Well… It’s something I’ve wanted to ask since earlier but….”

Gwaeseon seemed hesitant to ask as if it was awkward.

What was he suddenly trying to ask?

As I tilted my head in confusion.

“… Why does your face look like that?”

“…”

Ah.

Gwaeseon’s words reminded me of a fact I had forgotten.

My face was in a state of being beaten to a pulp by the enemy.