190 - #189

190 - #189

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Hajoon's brows furrowed involuntarily.

It was an unpleasant sensation.

It felt as if all the spirits, the owners of the bones existing within his mental world, were pouring their grudges towards him.

Although he understood that the anger and resentment swirling around were not directed at him, but rather it felt like they were clinging stickily, asking him to avenge them on their behalf.

Until now, Hajoon had never heard the voices of those existing in his mental world.

"Now, you are their master."

Leanon watched Hajoon closely as he spoke.

He opened his mouth towards Hajoon as if he knew something Hajoon himself was unaware of.

"You must listen to what they desire, if you are to be their 'king'."

With those final words, he spread his wings and turned away, leaving.

Hajoon watched him go with a furrowed brow and then left the spot.

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Raei Translations

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That night.

Sitting on the bed in the quiet house after Elaine and Irian had left, Hajoon was talking to Elaine on the phone.

-Brother, are you okay?

"Yeah... How about you?"

-I'm fine thanks to you. Elaine unnie and I evacuated safely... But don't overdo it, okay? If it gets too hard, make sure you run away.

At her words, Hajoon found himself chuckling without realizing it.

"Okay."

-I'll contact you again later. Take care, brother.

Click-

With those words, the call ended, and silence returned to the quiet house.

It was already late at night, 10 PM.

Many heroes, including agents from the association, were preparing for the dimensional dungeon, but the chairman did not want Hajoon's help in that process.

Was it better for him to rest as much as possible?

It was a consideration given, knowing that he would be the one suffering the most in this situation.

Hajoon accepted that consideration willingly.

That's why he could rest alone at home while other heroes were preparing.

"Should I sleep..."

Hajoon flopped down onto the bed.

Soon, the system's countdown appeared in Hajoon's view.

[33 : 24 : 22]

The time indicated by the system was slowly passing.

In a way, only two days were left.

In two days, the numbers would hit 0, and the gate to the dimensional dungeon would open.

Of course, it wasn't entirely leisurely, but there was enough time to enjoy a day of relaxation.

Hajoon closed his eyes, thinking of tomorrow.

That was when.

"......"

Sensing something odd, Hajoon slowly opened his eyes.

He looked around.

At some point, the plush bed had transformed into a space filled with bones.

Lying still for a moment, only turning his head to survey his surroundings, Hajoon soon heard the familiar spirits around him spewing out their grievances.

-Wooooo.

At the outcry filled with their grudges, Hajoon frowned and clicked his tongue.

Though he couldn't understand what they were saying, their emotions were clearly conveyed.

Resentment and hatred.

Although he didn't know exactly what the full-throated wails of resentment were saying, it was clear they wanted something from him.

Crackling!

With those words, Philaten slowly raised her head to look at Hajoon.

[My king, the power of Destruction, the power to destroy everything, is derived from the essence of the Dwarves.]

"...Derived?"

[It's the power long desired by all Dwarves. After a thousand years in our world, where the Dwarves were considered a weak race, one Dwarf was born. Dwarf King Horton. A great being born with the essence of all things Dwarf.]

However, Philaten's head soon drooped weakly.

[But in the end, he closed his eyes in defeat to the Giant King, betrayed by the other kings.]

"..."

Hajoon quietly observed her.

Then, staring blankly at her, Hajoon slowly opened his mouth.

"Why tell me now?"

He asked why they had hidden this power until now.

And Philaten readily answered his question.

[A hundred years ago, after coming to this world, I met many humans. I passed Maharazu to humans who, like you, followed Horton's will and possessed strong power. However, those who inherited Maharazu either failed to receive the power of Destruction or lost their lives to the betrayal of the Elf King or because they couldn't handle the power of Destruction...]

At her words, Hajoon recalled the first time he met Philaten.

It seemed he wasn't the first.

Indeed, considering Hajoon's physical condition at that time, it somewhat explained why Philaten was so radiant.

[I couldn't reveal the existence of this power to all who were sacrificed. Above all, the Giant King desired this power. The moment it was devoured by the Giant King, the power would transfer to him. I couldn't tell them because they couldn't even use the power of Destruction.]

Many successors of Maharazu had died at the hands of the Dwarf King without inheriting its true power. Therefore, Philaten was searching.

Despite the passage of 100 years, she was searching for a human worthy of fully inheriting this power.

With a tender smile, Philaten looked at Hajoon.

The human who had awakened the power of Destruction on his own.

Looking at him, Philaten said,

[However, my new king, you are worthy.]

"..."

[You are the only human to have inherited the king's power.]

With those words, countless hands once again emerged from the ground, slowly reaching out towards Hajoon.

But this time, Philaten did not stop them.

Hajoon also did not pay any attention to the hands reaching out from behind him.

He just calmly looked at Philaten in front of him.

[To inherit this power, you must also be recognized by them.]

"Haven't I already become the master of the mental world?"

[The master of the mental world that has inherited Maharazu is indeed you-]

Soon, Philaten's gaze shifted towards the countless hands reaching out towards Hajoon.

Without averting her gaze from those hands, she continued,

[They are the deceased who have not yet forgotten King Horton.]

With that, Hajoon understood.

The owners of these bones existing in this mental world had not yet recognized him as their king. They merely knew him as an entity cooperating with them.

They only wished for him to avenge their king by killing the other kings who led him to death. They were merely vengeful spirits.

And..., realizing their intent, Hajoon's face twisted in anger.

Suddenly, Maharazu was in Hajoon's hand.

"Disappear."

Whoosh!!

With those words, Maharazu, enlarged in size, swept away all the hands reaching out towards Hajoon. Among the swept away bones, the resentful wails of the spirits subsided, and calm returned.

The deceased who had reached out towards Hajoon fell silent, and Philaten silently observed the process, but her eyes trembled visibly.

She momentarily couldn't understand why the king was angry.

And with the following words, she, and the deceased, understood the rudeness they had shown towards the king.

"I get what they want."

Hajoon intended to kill the Giant King as they wished.

It wasn't for them.

Naturally, considering the current situation, the villains were threatening the world.

However, he was angered upon realizing a certain desire within the spirits' emotions.

It was the emotion of the deceased existing in this mental world wanting to use him.

Hajoon turned around and opened his mouth with a voice filled with harsh and serene anger towards them.

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