Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 585 (Part 1)



585 (Part 1)

”’〈 Chapter 586 〉 The Little Princess of the North Sea Ice Palace.

Crack-!

“……!!”

One arm is twisted.

In an abnormal shape no less.

There is no hesitation in twisting the right arm.

When my molars were pulled out I screamed unexpectedly. But this time I did not.

Ignoring my trembling shoulders I try to move somehow.

But I couldn’t.

“I twisted your right hand because it seems you use your left.”

“…!”

At the sound of the voice the masked man flinched.

The opponent had realized that he was left-handed.

When did that happen? I hadn’t even held a sword.

I wanted to bite my lips in pain but I couldn’t do that either.

The opponent was preventing me from closing my mouth.

“Guh… crack….”

“I have a few questions. You can answer slowly.”

There was a hint of laughter in the voice.

That made it even more chilling.

“First.”

With the sound I felt a sensation on the index finger of my remaining left hand.

The opponent had grabbed my finger.

“What are you doing?”

The pressure I felt in my mouth loosened slightly.

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They must have let go a little so I could speak.

So the masked man answered.

“I… I think I can….”

Crack.

“…Guh!”

The index finger is twisted.

“Second.”

There was no hesitation. The middle finger was grabbed just like that.

“Why were you watching?”

“Guh… ugh….”

Crack-!

“Guhhh!”

With no answer pain immediately followed.

This time it wasn’t just a twist.

It was a sensation of being crushed.

I felt my bones shatter. It was painfully clear.

There was no time to feel the pain. This time it was the ring finger.

“Third.”

The same voice came in a flat tone.

“Guh… cough… cough….”

The masked man let out a laugh.

Hearing that laugh my movements paused for a moment.

Silence brushed by.

“Why are you laughing?”

The voice asking was filled with curiosity for some reason.

Upon hearing this the masked man continued to laugh.

“…Cough… heh… how could it not be funny….”

“Yeah keep talking. What’s so funny?”

“The orthodox sects… who claim to uphold righteousness… are acting so… cruelly….”

“Oh.”

A sound of admiration was heard.

“Do you know who I am?”

“I know… well.”

The masked man raised his head to look at the young man.

Brilliantly shining blue eyes.

Fierce gaze with deep black hair.

The pupils were vivid yet they felt devoid of any emotion.

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The masked man understood.

The author does not see him as a person.

He could tell that he was regarded like a beast.

Is he truly from the orthodox sects?

Such a question arose but the author was indeed from the orthodox sects.

“…Guyangcheon of the Sanseogu family…”

The protagonist of the rumors that had heated up the Central Plains a few years ago albeit briefly.

This young man was that person.

His appearance had changed a lot since then but he was certain through the information.

“Hmm.”

Guyangcheon upon hearing this made a short sound.

It was understandable that he recognized him but there was another meaning hidden in the words.

“Then you’re saying you’re not from the orthodox sects.”

“Cough… cough… whether it’s orthodox sects or unorthodox sects… the standards are all set by you bastards…!”

Swish-!

The fingernail was pulled out from the twisted index finger.

And then.

Screeeech-!

“Guhhhhh!!”

An immense heat was felt where the fingernail had been pulled out.

The skin sizzled and a foul smell wafted through the air.

“Only answer the questions I ask. Don’t add unnecessary words.”

“Guhhh… cough….”

Pain surged.

I felt saliva flowing from my mouth that couldn’t close.

It was pain piercing through my enhanced qi.

Having lived as an assassin I had become somewhat accustomed to torture.

Yet the pain I felt now made it hard to keep my sanity.

Even so.

Despite the pain I did not lose my mind.

‘This bastard….’

While my body trembled in pain the fear tightening around my neck was overwhelming.

Just having my finger twisted and my flesh burned wouldn’t tire me out this much.

The pain I felt was far greater than that.

Yet seeing that I did not lose my mind I felt an overwhelming sense of crisis.

‘Does this mean… he’s controlling all of this?’

Even while making me feel more pain it meant that Guyangcheon was doing something to ensure I wouldn’t lose my sanity.

It was cruel.

If that were true it was an incredibly cruel thing.

Killing someone was something any martial artist could do.

But torturing an opponent and inflicting pain was different.

There was nothing more burdensome than that before one became accustomed to the act.

Looking at this guy I could tell.

‘He’s so used to it that he’s desensitized.’

There was no guilt in his actions nor did he attach any meaning to them.

There was no hesitation in his hands and there were no emotions within them.

Is this truly a martial artist who has surpassed his youth?

No putting that aside.

‘Is he really from the orthodox sects…?’

Such a question naturally arose.

As I swallowed my scream and rolled my eyes.

“How bothersome.”

Guyangcheon muttered as he watched.

“If it weren’t for the injuries I could corrupt you and make you spit it out comfortably. Tsk.”

Corrupt?

It was an unfamiliar word.

“Let’s take it easy. Who knows? I might let you live.”

“Ugh….”

“From what I see you weren’t targeting me. You weren’t targeting the little princess either were you? What the hell were you doing?”

You weren’t targeting me.

Nor were you targeting the woman beside me.

Guyangcheon spoke with certainty.

Hearing this the masked man swallowed hard.

‘Where the hell…?’

From which part did he gain such certainty?

Normally one would assume there would be someone among the group keeping watch.

“So let’s take it easy. Just say a word….”

“Cough cough… are you asking me to believe that?”

Guyangcheon fell silent at the masked man’s laughter.

“The orthodox sects always just… spit out words. They’re words they can’t even keep.”

That was true. Guyangcheon agreed with that statement.

They just spewed out flowery words without any substance.

It was a perfect description of the current orthodox sects.

Not to mention.

‘That’s right I have no intention of letting you live.’

Guyangcheon had no intention of sparing him either.

The orthodox sects were untrustworthy but there was no mercy for the unorthodox sects.

It was a useless stubbornness that had been held since ancient times.

“Do you still believe in your empty righteousness…?”

Even the tongue was long.

‘Should I just kill him?’

It was getting bothersome.

It was clear that he was some ‘bastard’ or ‘bastards’ up to no good but looking at his state it didn’t seem like he would talk easily.

‘Tsk.’

Every time this happened I hated my past life yet I missed it a little.

‘If it were back then it would have been different.’

I had killed a lot back then.

Getting these kinds of bastards to talk was like taking candy from a baby.

But after my reincarnation perhaps because I had tried to live more like a person I felt somewhat dulled.

‘I know they’re trying to pull something.’

But I didn’t know what it was.

Was it because there was little time left until the duel? It seemed like all sorts of strange characters were gathering.

‘If they’re not targeting us it doesn’t matter.’

If they were targeting the blind that would be welcome.

Then my plans would go a bit more smoothly.

“Those foolish orthodox sects… who can’t see even a step ahead… just wait for your end….”

Yeah let’s kill him.

I should be heading back to the Trading Company soon.

Was it because I felt bad? I suddenly wanted to eat dumplings.

‘What torture what torture.’

I was done with getting involved in bothersome matters.

It was already a frustrating situation.

“As time passes… and the end approaches both this orthodox sect and you…! And.”

It had been a while since I saw Mo Yong-hee I should take the kids out for a meal-.

“Those lowly women beside you as well….”

“Hey.”

Thud.

The masked man who had been speaking suddenly fell silent.

Silence flowed.

Even though he had been ready to speak of death he had to stop.

The reason was simple.

“Crack…? Crack…!!”

An overwhelming killing intent suddenly poured onto the masked man.

Hooosh-!

It was intense.

Just feeling it made my skin feel like it was tearing.

I could hardly breathe.

The pain I felt in my arms seemed to have stopped as well.

The masked man turned his gaze. What on earth was this killing intent?

The killing intent was emanating from Guyangcheon who was holding him.

The air had changed.

It felt as if the space was twisting just from the killing intent alone.

“Who’s lowly?”

“Ugh… ugh….”

His body trembled.

The killing intent radiating from Guyangcheon was paralyzing all his senses.

‘This this… this is….’”’