Chapter 135 – God Of The Game
I obtained the ownership of the spirit.
I paused for a moment at those words.
‘Obtaining ownership?’
A being called a spirit.
Its traits matched my expectations.
But for me to hold its ownership?
‘Wind God.’
The God of Wind.
The power it held was far more dangerous than I had imagined.
‘No, it’s obvious.’
It’s nothing else.
In terms of martial arts, my talent would be among the top in the Murim world.
For someone like me, if I decided to delve into one martial art for years...
Before mastering the Heavenly Demon’s Godly Technique, I had gathered the demonic arts of the Ming Cult to develop the Heavenly Demon’s Godly Technique.
The Heavenly Demon’s Godly Technique of the Heavenly Demon.
I did not learn it from the Heavenly Demon.
The origin of all demonic arts.
Those were martial arts created to be attainable by tracing the commonalities of demonic arts.
It took less than three years to master such a Heavenly Demon’s Godly Technique.
The Wind God’s Step was a martial art that I would need to practice for years to master.
‘So I was curious about the one who created it.’
Facing the King of the Green Forest, a glimpse of the truth seemed to be revealed.
But this was for later.
Right now, I was in the middle of a fight.
‘First, the method of use.’
Attacking the King of the Green Forest with a spirit.
“Spirit of the Wind, attack that.”
I commanded while drawing the image in my mind.
The spirit formed a blade of wind and directed it to attack the King of the Green Forest.
“Heh.”
At my words, the King of the Green Forest chuckled.
She twisted her lips into a smirk.
“You, you arrogant and insolent wretch.”
“I’m not that arrogant. Unlike someone who barges into a faction alone... oh, sorry. That just means you’re simply foolish.”
“You, you!!”
The King of the Green Forest, seething with rage, raised her spear.
And behind her, the Spirit of the Wind flapped its wings.
“Poong Ah! A-Attack that unfilial wretch immediately!!”
A great wind blew.
The bird of wind flapped its wings widely, creating blades of wind.
“P-Poong Ah?”
It attacked the Green Forest King.
‘Oh, this works?’
He had ordered the spirit to attack the Green Forest King.
However, he had doubts whether it would work.
The relationship between a spirit and its contractor was somewhat special.
Especially with the Fairy Tribe.
To exaggerate a bit, it’s like forming a marital bond, or if you were to name your closest friend, at least one would come to mind.
‘......To put it simply.’
For me, it meant someone akin to an emperor had betrayed me.
Or the Heavenly Demon or the Duke of Extermination, perhaps.
There were a few other names that came to mind.
But was I a precious person to them?
“......”
Was it because I was getting older?
Unnecessary thoughts crept in.
“W-What is this......?”
“From now on, your spirit is mine.”
“T-this can’t be. P-Poong Ah and I are bound by a contract. Since I was a child, from the time I wore diapers, we have been together.”
“......”
The King of the Green Forest started to make excuses, miserably.
“C-could it be because I spoke informally?”
That couldn’t be it.
A spirit was a lifelong companion.
Even someone as arrogant as the King of the Green Forest would treat her spirit well.
Whatever else, spirits provided all kinds of help in battles and daily life.
So, even the King of the Green Forest would...
[Relief, Satisfaction]
Was it the effect of the Wind God?
I could feel the emotions of the wind spirit.
Relief and satisfaction?
I looked at the wind spirit.
I started to sense the emotions of the wind spirit towards the King of the Green Forest.
[Contempt and Murderous Intent]
“......”
“Poong Ah! No, Poong Ah-unnie!”
The King of the Green Forest looked desperate.
And the spirit of the wind, looking away from it.
[Liberation and Joy]
“......”
“Poong Ah, Poong Ah-unnie!!!”
I really couldn’t say anything.
Leaving behind the despondent Han Seojin, the emperor stepped forward.
“Anyway.”
The Green Forest King couldn’t gain the upper hand against Han Seojin.
The Spirit of Wind approached Han Seojin and spoke.
Han Seojin briefly observed the spirit.
With the Heavenly Eyes, he could roughly discern the structure of the contract.
‘It seems easy to break it too?’
A long line.
A red line was visible. Should it be called the bond between two people?
Something felt immensely strong.
Can it be severed?
It seemed possible.
That intuition came. This could be severed.
He reached out.
Towards the red line.
A gray flame ignited on the extended line.
No, this was not it.
It didn’t fit.
Gray left the remnants of fate.
Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique was such a martial art.
It broke the existing confinement and sought to create a new order.
So this didn’t fit.
What he should use.
Divine Thunderbolt.
The lightning of destruction.
Wooong!!
The Moonlight Ice Heaven, imbued with the attribute of eternity, resonated.
The Flame of Creation embracing the Eternal Sun.
It resonated with that.
Crackle.
Lightning sparked.
It was black lightning.
A lightning of destruction that annihilates everything, leaving no remnants behind.
A lightning that split stars.
A sudden thought occurred.
‘What about that?’
The head of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan.
The power used to kill that bastard.
The system couldn’t define it.
Martial art.
Magic.
Divine power.
And the power intertwined with the properties of time and space.
Mugeuk.
After killing the head of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan, Han Seojin had never used it.
The divine power was still an unknown force to him.
He could use it if he wanted to.
But it was a power that required excessive effort.
Divine Spirit of Eternity.
It was as if it was bound by something.
It remained aloof, as if not yet permitted to him.
‘Therefore.’
Lightning of Destruction.
Divine Thunderbolt.
It was right to tear it apart with this.
Crack.
The lightning of destruction recognized the thread of fate.
Then, both the Green Forest King and the Spirit of Wind began to sense it.
“No, no way! You can break the bond proven by our king?”
[Master!!]
The Spirit of Wind came running to me.
The Green Forest King looked at Han Seojin with a hopeless expression.
I decided to return to the main topic.
Suddenly, the Green Forest King attacked, and we had to fight abruptly.
But that wasn’t my original purpose.
Shin Yura.
I came here to broaden her horizons in magic.
“Professor, this is...”
“It’s a gift.”
I handed her the Spirit of the Wind.
‘This one isn’t very useful.’
If I were to gain one, it should be one worthy of being called a king.
Thinking so, I gave it to Shin Yura.
Though it seemed to regret something while looking at me, so what.
“P-Poong-ah...”
There was someone who looked at it pitifully... no, it was a fairy.
The Green Forest King was watching me give the spirit to Shin Yura.
“Then you should say goodbye to your previous contractor.”
[Hehe, previous contractor, g-goodbye. Ah...]
“But why have you been making strange noises since earlier...”
[Th-That’s because your mana is so, so good, Contractor. If you don’t like it, I’ll hold back.]
“Hold back.”
The reason was simple.
It was because my ears felt uncomfortable.
Anyway, I handed over a moderate amount of mana and made a contract with Shin Yura.
[Unique Trait, Spirit of Wind (S) disappears.]
And I felt something becoming more relaxed inside me.
[Ah, hello. I, I am now 5,381 years old, a, and my attribute is the Spirit of Wind.]
“......”
But it must be my imagination that something felt a bit uncomfortable.