Chapter 130 – Tempering (4)

17-year-old Kim Do-hoon could not stop Do-jin.
Even 20-year-old Kim Do-hoon could not stop Do-jin.
It was 24-year-old Kim Do-hoon who first hurt Do-jin.

“…… It’s hard to fall behind father.”

“I am not your father.”

“Oh, I also fixed the bastard. Is it because of my mother….”

At the age of 24, the real Dohun met and married his wife his, an age at which he would have impregnated his wife by now.

Dojin looked at Dohun as he wiped the blood flowing down his cheek.

Heart body.
A monster physically, technically, and mentally complete.

In just seven years, he has become incomparably stronger.
But still, you say you’re getting stronger over there?
Is that even possible?

‘Because it’s possible, I’ll be here right now.’

Huh, Do-jin lightly held his sword. A low stance with the sword pointed down.
However, that attitude alone is a check against the opponent.
Because it was only for the late starter and counter.

“That swordsmanship, my swordsmanship.”

“Then?”

“Then are you my son?”

“I’m sorry, but I have no intention of discussing my memories.”

“Yes, my son…… Is it.”

Do-hoon started to fall into sentimentality on his own, and he aimed at Do-jin with his sword held horizontally.

“Even if it’s my son, it’s a sword I didn’t show.”

Then, Dohun was shot out like a bullet.
He couldn’t react. When he came to his senses his, Do-jin realized that his throat his had been pierced.

“Uh?”

Squeak-.

No conversation was necessary.
Dohun swung his sword and cut off Dojin’s head.
His head his went round and round, and his vision his also went round and round.

‘What did you do… ?’

When Dojin was thinking that, a letter appeared in front of him.

[You Lose]

“Wake up.”

With Raize’s voice, Dojin’s severed head clung to his body again. Dojin looked at Raise while groping his neck his.

“Just what?”

“Because this is a dream, even if I die, I won’t die…….”

“Not that.”

It was strange.
He began to feel dizzy, as if facing the impossible.

“…… I don’t know such a technique.”

24-year-old Kim Do-hoon used a technique he was unaware of.
Dojin couldn’t believe that fact.

“That, wasn’t it my memory? Then the technique I use must only rely on my memory.”

“Well, similar, but different.”

“Different?”

“Yes. Because more memories are stored in the unconscious than in the conscious. Perhaps Dojin, you will naturally write all the things you have seen in your life.”

Everything Dojin has seen in his life his, movies and animations, comics and novels, swordsmanship that monsters and knights in another world can use.

It meant putting all of them together.

Even, since Do-jin thinks of him as a genius, he will show growth and skills that he himself thinks are ridiculous.

Haha. So…… If you’re stronger than yourself, you’re strong, not weak, right?”

“Right.”

“Great.”

Rather good.
He wanted something like this
An opponent you can’t win no matter what you do.
A formidable foe that cannot even be countered by risking his all his.
An opponent who will gnaw away the rust that has been stained here and there.

“Then, shall we go again?”

Even the 45-year-old Dohun that Dojin remembers.
21 years from now.
That is, 21 people ahead.

* * *

Dead.
Dead.
Killed.

Dojin continued to defeat his father by dying a hundred times and winning once.

Already 39 years old.

Physical aging began to come, and Do-hoon, who had made technological progress enough to overcome the aging, stood in front of Do-jin.

Do-jin ran to Do-hoon, believing in his youth and experience his.

‘…… That idiot.’

Raise let out a sigh as if looking at Dojin like that, feeling pitiful. Do-jin didn’t seem to know, but in Raize’s eyes, Do-hoon was already strong to a level incomparable to the original.

In a way, it was natural. In the first place, even if you say that you are a master of swordsmanship, Earthlings are a weak race that cannot even level up.

A level 1 master, he couldn’t even use his hands or feet in front of the widely scattered knights of the kingdom.

No, you don’t even have to go there. Even if you only deal with 10th floor orcs, you will be killed mercilessly.

However, he shares the sword with Do-jin, a level 3, and even that is not enough, so he wins against Do-jin?

‘That’s nonsense.’

The Dohun imagined by Dojin was already a stronger being than the original.
Not only that, the stronger Do-jin gets used to him, the stronger Do-hun imagined by Do-jin becomes.

It’s a battle you can’t win forever, but… Dojin was overcoming that adversity.

‘How the hell is that possible…….’

Well, if Dojin likes it, I think it’s done. Raise watched Dojin fight.

Chae Jae-jaeng-!

Swords fly
A speed that even ordinary people and Olympic athletes with the world’s best bodies can’t keep up with.

Dohun followed it casually.

‘My physical abilities are deteriorating…… !’

His strength His is weaker than Dohun in his 30s.
His stamina is less than that of Dohun in his teens.
He is definitely weaker than Dohun in his 20s, who can be said to be in his prime.

However, the sword is rather sharp.

“A man who has eaten forty!”
“It’s thirty-nine.”
“That’s it!”

Not fast. The sword he wields is so slow that he is about to burst into a yawn.

However, it always flies into the most threatening orbit. As a result, I have never shied away from slow subjects.

Seureung-.

[YOU LOSE]

“Aaaaagh!”

“Dojin!?”

Raise ran towards the glowing Dojin. He suddenly clutches his head and screams, is something wrong with his pain control spells his? So he goes through death and goes mad?

“Annoying!”

Fortunately, that wasn’t the case. Defeated again, Do-jin couldn’t admit his defeat his and was rolling around on his floor.

Raize looked at him silently, contemplating whether or not to give him advice.

“…… I think it’s an easy opponent.”
“—What is it?”
“I mean your father. I think you are thinking too hard.”

This world is a fake world made of Do-jin’s memories, and the enemy was a fake made of Do-jin’s memories.

Therefore, it was only natural that if Do-jin imagined that, the other person would become weak.

“Then what does it mean?”
“What?”

However, Do-jin did not. He looked at Raize and asked back.

“If my father had been an easy opponent, he wouldn’t have needed your help.”
“That… But aren’t you angry because you keep losing?”
“Because I lost, of course I get angry, but isn’t that natural? My father is a genius who has been wielding a sword for more than my age.”

It’s no fun if it’s easy. It wasn’t that kind of story.
It doesn’t make any sense if it’s easy. He was talking like that.

“A real father could be more awesome than this. So what I imagine is always a father beyond imagination.”

There is meaning in making an opponent that seems impossible to defeat, and then defeating it.

What’s the point of playing against an easy opponent who can of course win?

“You seem to be misunderstanding something.”

Right now, Do-jin is not playing games.
He’s not having fun.
Defeated doesn’t break
Not afraid of losing

“I’m just cleaning the rust away.”

Peaceful world.
Powerful abilities that suddenly appeared.
It turned Do-jin’s life into his, which was full of struggles, into entertainment.

Alcohol, women, entertainment and pleasure were not lacking in rusting the famous sword of Dojin.

“…… It’s funny to even get help from my father.”

Dojin is a sword created by a rare genius named Dohun.
Thus, even erasing the rust on the sword was impossible without Do-hoon’s help.

In the end, Do-jin laughed bitterly at the fact that he could n’t escape his father’s hands his.

“If you overcome it.”

However, the sky is meant to be broken. The world was born to be destroyed.

This is about the sky, I will break it down again and again. I will bump into you again and again.

Whatever it is, it will rust and become dull, but it will not break.
Himself.
I.

Because it was the best sword he ever made.

“Next.”

“Getting some rest…….”

“Laize, next.”

“…… Okay.”

[NEW CHALLANGE!]

Dojin raised his sword and aimed it at his opponent.
39-year-old Dohun drew his sword casually.

I don’t even remember how many times it was a challenge, and I won’t remember it in the future.

One of many fights has begun.

* * *

‘It’s strong.’

Chijik-!

The blade of the sword flows along the surface of the sword and sparks are scattered.
A very short gap that was created, Do-jin flew in the sky.
The body under the gravitational acceleration of 9.8 m/s per second crashes to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The other person was standing on two legs, and he was standing on his back.

The difference was great. Dojin gave up this fight as he saw the sword piercing his chest.

Dojin is dead.

‘It’s really ridiculously strong.’

The 41-year-old Dohun’s swordsmanship has deepened even more.
Thus, he developed his swordsmanship by dying hundreds of times.

42-year-old Dohun suddenly changed the type of swordsmanship.
Do-jin died two hundred times while adjusting to the new swordsmanship.

The 43-year-old Do-hun and the 42-year-old Do-hun were not much different.
Even with age, he did not weaken.
So he died dozens of times.

44 years old, where did you get a chance or a realization? Suddenly becoming inexhaustible, he killed Do-jin close to a thousand times.

But.
This body dies and dies.
Even if you die a thousand times.
Time is on your side.

“It’s crazy.”

Rize, who was watching that, declared that.
It’s crazy. It’s not something you can do sanely.
Nearly a thousand deaths already. The pain control technique had been broken for a long time, and Do-jin was practicing close to asceticism.

“What?”

“…… I know you have the technology to get rid of the pain. But even so, death is death, pain is pain.”

Do-jin’s ability to turn pain into pleasure.
This ability can only be triggered by feeling pain.
In other words, no matter how quickly Dojin used his ability his, he could not get rid of the feeling of pain itself.

The pain of being stabbed and decapitated, even if only for a moment. Do it thousands of times. I can’t be sane I can’t stay sane

However, Dojin smiled casually.

“Laize.”

“…… Yes.”

“Look. I will win next time.”

Dojin said so and challenged his father his again.
And he was defeated

“Stop it…”

“This time.”

Defeated.

“How… Can you?”

At this point, Raize started to wonder about him rather than stopping him. What is the source of that endless challenging spirit?

What is the cause of that incomprehensible mental power?

Challenging his father once again, Dojin said.

“I can only imagine it, but I can beat that man.”
“…… Uh?”

It was for a smaller reason than I thought. It was an extremely subjective reason, so it was a cause and effect that was greater than anything else.

In the end, Do-jin overcame his 44-year-old father.
And last.
Until Do-jin came to this world, he confronted his 45-year-old father, whom he had been facing constantly.

“Father.”
“Okay.”
“Thank you for raising me.”
“…… Did I eat something wrong?”
“And, thank you for your hard work.”

The 45-year-old father wasn’t very strong.
As Dojin knew.
So, it was the morale of reality itself.
Naturally, he could not deal with Do-jin, who had reached the level of a superman.

Do-jin, who completely cut off his father and completely cut off his buds his, felt relieved.

Raise came up to him and asked.

“It’s okay?”
“Uh. Rather feel good? It looks like rice.”
“…… Transformation.”

Asking what to say in this situation, Raize scolded Dojin.
And she slowly released her spell.
The moment she returned to her reality, Raize opened her mouth and began to salivate.

“H.

Push shush—.

Do-jin made an absurd expression as he watched Raize urinate on his stomach with his cock plugged in.

“Ji was more perverted.”