Chapter 530 – Hard Liquor -1-

Even Musin himself doesn’t know how long it has been.

It wasn’t a meditation method to focus on internal energy, but rather, I sat cross-legged and started meditation purely for the purpose of clearing my mind.

– As everyone knows, I come from a village with no name, right? But there is a place where I lived before that.

– I knew about Rike’s existence from the beginning. Although joining Lofty Academy as an instructor was a miraculous coincidence.

I ponder the story of her life told by Roman.

The more I thought about it, the more meaningful pieces of information poured out.

Musin, who looked back on Roman’s life story in his mind, felt that the questions buried deep in his mind were being answered one by one.

‘Indeed… If that’s the reason, the story has at least some variety.’

Among countless hypotheses, a strong answer has finally been arrived at.

There was a reason why she was attracted to Gleif Nirgaroman, who had not responded to anyone since meeting her.

Gleipnir is a restraining device used to bind Fenrir, which even powerful transcendents found difficult. A symbol of contradiction made of things that do not exist in the world.

That’s why they formed a relationship by chance in response to the conflict between the martial gods who had a soul that was out of sync with their body.

‘As a result, Roman also went through the same path.’

Just like Roman himself, there is a contradiction between the body and the soul, so it can be said that Gleipnir reacted to his first meeting.

I wonder if that timid and quiet child knew everything and turned to Roman. Was it an impulsive move driven by unconsciousness and instinct?

Even Musin is not sure about that.

Since he is a martial arts person who expresses very little, it is unlikely that he will say it out loud even if you ask him face to face.

Next.

The corners of Musin’s mouth, who was continuing his thoughts on another topic, slightly rose.

‘Roman, this reckless guy… Something like a big bear kept eating away at my nerves like a child left in the river.’

Perhaps the unknown thing he felt while facing Roman was anticipation or a sense of identification.

The expectation that as you gain experience, you may reach an equal position and bring joy.

A vague sense of kinship that I would understand the mysterious and lonely feeling of having to live in a new world with values ​​raised in another world.

“···.”

At the time when Roman first reached his image and attempted to take on his second form after Rakshasa.

Musin asked Roman, who was so immature that he couldn’t even look at him properly, to confirm, thinking he might not know.

Do you have regression or clairvoyance?

‘The girl with those purple eyes is close to clairvoyance.’

Musin, who had been observing Rike, shifted his attention back to Roman.

‘I’m glad I’m not one of those people with weak ideologies. It’s okay to not give up your expectations for growth.’

You cannot satisfy yourself by returning.

The bravery of not being afraid of life fading away and the complacency of being able to do it again even if you die are completely different qualities.

Musin remembers several times meeting regressors who were created by the Creator to act as cleaners in another dimension.

His unique sense of heterogeneity and foul-like nature make him seem almost invincible.

Even regressors have weaknesses, and transcendents have ways to deal with them.

‘Things that complain about regression are usually rampant among their own people. I was a frog in a well.’

The greatest requirement is to meet the conditions and find the stake of time that holds the past back in place.

If you find and cut the intangible line that connects there, regression will not occur.

Since he had no experience encountering a regressor who responded to this method, Mushin’s experience was nothing but disappointment. I accepted the slash with my weak neck, believing that everyone would return.

Returners are generally indifferent to death.

Is it because of that mental complacency embedded in the unconscious? Even if you accumulate a mountain of experience, there are inevitably gaps that cannot be fixed.

In a way, that power is no different from a curse.

If you keep going, you will rise to the level where you can have plenty of wealth and fame, but reaching the transcendent level is another matter.

I have no memory of encountering such a regressor yet.

‘···You’re here.’

Musin’s meditation comes to an end here.

Roman stepped in, familiar with his image.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but is it already that time? There is no need to raise your voice to continue.

Sereung─!

Musin pulled out the sword that had priority among the weapons he owned and turned towards Roman.

‘It is difficult to believe that Roman’s growth is the result of reincarnation.’

The speed is ridiculous to judge from that one life.

It seems like he originally lived on rough ground, but he didn’t live a life of expanding his capabilities using his dantian or heart.

This is the first time in Roman’s life that he started using his body properly.

Nevertheless, the growth rate is much steeper than that of Musin’s second life, so we can’t help but have expectations.

‘···.’

Reincarnation is only a small stepping stone in intraspecies growth.

Wasn’t it a means to fulfill the fate of turning around and facing oneself with a sword?

As I continue to speculate through the narrow gap in my consciousness, I wait for Roman to raise his sword.

Unlike usual, Roman approached and opened his mouth to speak.

“Wait a minute.”

“What is it?”

“How about a drink?”

Roman showed his hand behind his back and clinked a bottle of alcohol.

Mushin’s eyebrows, hidden by his eye patch and bangs, were bent in question.

“What kind of wind is blowing? You’re giving me a drink before I ask for it first.”

“There’s no special reason. I just wanted to talk about it before we do what we were doing.”

“···.”

An expression full of confidence that Musin himself would have listened to his past history.

As I look at it, I feel the urge to pull my cheeks.

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A pavilion with no walls, only pillars and a roof, appeared in the image.

After Musin climbed up first, Roman followed him and looked at the floor.

What is prepared is a low chair and a small table.

It doesn’t matter, but in the quiet atmosphere, the first thing that came out was shouting.

“Hmm, sitting down is uncomfortable.”

“Don’t whine. This is my image.”

Roman smiled and sat down and opened the bottle.

Western-style drinks and Oriental-style venues. I feel like it’s not a bad combination.

Filling two glasses by pouring alcohol with a gurgling sound.

Roman thanked Musin before quickly passing him a drink.

“Thank you again. For showing me something good.”

“I’ve said this many times, but I just wanted to cut something that looked soft.”

“It’s a bit clumsy.”

“Tsun…?”

“No. No. Try the new drink I brought.”

A slash that splits the clouds and opens a gap for flower petals to pour out before the bride enters the wedding ceremony.

It was a moment that remained so strongly in Roman’s mind because he did not know that Musin would show any favor.

Contrary to Roman’s thoughts, Mushin showed a displeased expression in response to the second thank you and passed the drink.

She pours down her strong drink without even diluting it, which would make a normal person spit it out the moment it comes into her mouth.

Because the tongue attached to that body has a high degree of strength, you won’t feel stiff, or your esophagus will be damaged.

“Hoo.”

“What do you think?”

The corners of his mouth, which were almost expressionless, opened, and he gave an exclamation that was no different from a favorable review.

“You brought some pretty good stuff.”

“It’s my taste for something strong. I thought it would suit my taste.”

Since everyone’s tastes are different, there is no guarantee that expensive alcohol will be delicious.

It is just an item obtained through consultation with an expert based on the conditions that Musin demands each time, and that some alcohol was not good and some was good.

“I have one more bottle.”

“I won’t give any specifications.”

The moment I finished speaking, a bottle of alcohol floated in my mind.

The liquor bottle, tilted alone, fills Roman’s cup and Musin’s cup.

The emptiness object that looked skillful while wearing a pure white eyepatch was surprisingly delicate.

“Roman.”

“Huh?”

“I want to hear a little more detail. How much do you know about this place?”

“Oh, I didn’t mention that. But there’s nothing special to say.”

All you have to do is collect the original skill books, learn the form of the martial god, and then go through each task one by one.

No matter what route you took, you would never encounter the god of war in person.

“Hmm…”

After hearing the explanation, Musin emptied his glass and sighed briefly.

“I don’t lie about things like this.”

“I know.”

“···.”

It is difficult to predict what Roman is thinking because he does not show his eyes, which are like mirrors of his emotions.

“What should I do from now on? Does it rest now that I have found a beautiful spouse?”

“There’s too much work to do to just rest.”

“It looks like you have at least figured out where to take your steps.”

“That’s why I drew it out in the big picture without going into detail. Everything works based on the assumption that I have the power, so training is ultimately the point.”

It was a very satisfactory answer from the military’s point of view.

Roman does not slack off just because he has become a transcendent.

On the contrary, as I went beyond my boundaries and got involved in various things, I couldn’t even afford to relax.

‘I can roughly guess what you’re going to do. It’s not bad.’

I have no intention of taking away the opportunity for experience and growth by reaching out or helping to clean up Pandemonium.

To get this far, even that is just a small stepping stone and a process.

“I guess I answered your question, let me ask you one too.”

“Sure.”

“Now, how about you tell me your name?”

Musin’s hand holding the drink stopped.

“Even if it’s a small amount, I just faced and beat him up for several months. It’s worth at least telling him his name.”

“It wasn’t just a few months, it was over a year if you count the time we purely put our weapons together in our minds.”

“···Already?”

“I guess there wasn’t any particular recognition. I’ll just praise you for your sincerity and persistence.”

When the tip of her head spins, Roman tries to cut it off on the spot.

He realizes how much he has been driven into Musin. It’s finally starting to feel real.

‘!’

Roman, who had almost fallen into another topic due to Musin’s praise, came to his senses.

“Anyway, what’s your name?”

“···Name? I have many names. Are you asking me to tell you just one of them?”

For some reason, there was a smell that they didn’t want to tell.

Although he has a straightforward personality, his roundabout way of speaking stimulates Roman’s curiosity.

“Isn’t it fixed because you feel attached to the time when you lived the way you are now?”

“···.”

“While living in various worlds, there must be a name that you particularly cherish.”

“···.”

Musin did not empty the drink he was about to pour into her mouth.

I put it down on the table.