Solo Swordmaster

#867. Forbidden alcohol is

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‘why?’

The moment you understand the situation.

What Wanderer felt was neither pain nor despair.

It was a question about this result that went beyond incomprehensible and even irrational.

‘Was my liquor perfect?’

run away or

give up or

or resist.

running wild, etc.

How dangerous and troublesome a sword master can be if he can’t control his actions.

As much as she has suffered painfully, this time she practiced the law of resuscitation of lions and put a lot of effort into brewing.

By squeezing all the strength to the extent that the spells of the still remaining sword masters weakened and were only half lifted.

Something like a halfway sword master.

How many…

no matter how many dozens.

After all, I realized now that I’m not up to one of the strongest.

That’s why I literally prepared for death and squeezed out everything to achieve the resuscitation of the lion and put a spell on it perfectly.

Anyway, I succeeded in that gamble.

why did this happen

she couldn’t understand

‘Huh!’

And unfortunately.

Wanderer was not given a chance to answer the question.

It was because the pain that had come only after being decapitated and tore her soul apart swallowed her up.

It wasn’t just that the impact of the sword’s sword’s sword hit her soul as well as her vitality.

Lion Resuscitation Law.

The forbidden magic of reverse heaven that goes against the providence.

It was because the cost that I had been avoiding with black magic so far was rushing in all at once, cracking my soul.

‘Ah ah ah.’

heart breaking

The body is split up and down.

Blood and flesh burn.

Burning and crushing again

How many times has your heart been pierced?

The whole body rots with the limbs cut off.

The pain and shock of the deaths of the sword masters who were spiritually linked to the curse surged like a tidal wave.

In the pain that squeezes the soul while alive, more terrible than any other torture.

Like a frog struck by lightning.

Even with convulsions all over the body.

She stretched out her trembling hand.

‘It can’t end like this.’

hard.

I don’t care if my fingernails are broken or my fingers are bloody.

Crawling on the floor like a bug.

She vomited blood.

‘I am qualified.’

All humans are trash.

Just like the author, the real father, all men are beasts who have no choice but to rape women.

All women, like mothers and bitches, are prostitutes who have no choice but to sell themselves to men.

A child is a parasite that will eventually become garbage.

Old people are waste that pollutes the world.

And a country is a rotten system in which such garbage gathers and vested interests monopolize happiness.

The world is hell after all.

It’s not worth perpetuating.

Everyone deserves to perish.

There is only one exception.

Only the self abandoned by everything.

So, you have the right.

The right to plunder and destroy the world and monopolize all happiness.

Because that’s the reward you deserve for being alone in this cursed world.

It was for this reason that she willingly joined the Liberation Brigade after learning the purpose of the Constellations and actively cooperated with them.

If their ‘salvation’ is achieved.

You will no longer have to live with disgusting people in this filthy world, and you will get what you pay for.

But why

Why did this happen?

Crawling in tears of blood.

When you are drowning in resentment and lamentation.

One piece of advice came to mind.

[―Lady, I don’t mean to use forbidden arts recklessly.] For some

reason, at this moment, I remember the toxic serious voice left by the traitor who was always awkward.

unacceptable answer.

And in the despair and regret of all the pain he had given to kill the traitor as brutally as possible.

She scratched the floor with her broken fingernails as blood poured out of Goku, and eventually lowered her head with her eyes wide open.

sereung.

While.

standing in the dark

In-young, who had been quietly watching the scene, put the sword she was holding into the scabbard and turned around.

resurrected himself.

cut by himself.

Leaving behind the corpse of a woman whose soul was burned with a terrible face covered in blood like a warlock.

The Absolute, who had been resurrected beyond the distant years, disappeared into the darkness like that.

* * *

San Diego.

Southern California.

With the Geomryong Sea to the south.

A city by the sea, on the Pacific Ocean to the west.

Of course, there were few places where you could see the sea in San Diego because of the thousands of meters of the great wall that separates the sea from the continent.

But Jackson didn’t care.

no, it was rather good.

Even if the scenery improved and the number of tourists increased, it would only keep him busy as a convenience store clerk.

In the first place, even in San Diego, I only worked the night shift at a convenience store in a particularly remote place because it was convenient because there were few customers.

Wiing.

‘Why are you a guest again at this hour?’

So it was.

While cleaning the store.

The reason Jaxon clicked his tongue involuntarily when he heard the automatic door open.

However, no matter how annoying it is, if you want to live on a paycheck, you have to kick out customers.

Jaxson, who pushed the cleaning tool roughly, turned around and tried to greet the customer.

“Welcome…”

But in the middle.

Jackson kept his mouth shut.

It wasn’t because of the customer’s race.

Even though racism is a tradition in the United States, he was careful to say that skin color didn’t matter as long as it didn’t bother him.

Even so, the reason he couldn’t help but make a strange expression was because of the customer’s attire.

A colorful traditional dress.

A coat draped over the shoulders.

Even a cold sword there.

At the end of blinking at the customer who was too natural and proud to be a costume.

Jaxson put on an expression of sudden realization.

‘…Chinese Mafia?’

Are you a Muslim?

Whether or not Jaxon put on a shy expression when he recalled members of the organization who were said to wear traditional clothes like that even in the Commonwealth of China.

As if observing something you see for the first time in your life.

while taking a look inside.

Stop your gaze for a moment.

The guest took a step forward.

It was right in the liquor section at the far end of the convenience store.

“Hmm….”

From beer to whiskey and wine.

After seriously examining the various bottles of alcohol, which are well stocked for a secluded convenience store.

Among them, Jaxson, who watched the brandy with the highest alcohol content, opened his eyes at the customer’s actions.

click.

“…customer?”

gulp gulp.

“customer?!”

Of course you can open the lid right away.

Seeing the customer blowing the bottle, Jaxson’s mouth widened.

But the guests didn’t care.

After taking several sips of strong liquor over 50 degrees, he removed his mouth from the bottle and nodded as if it was not bad.

I blew the bottle again.

“No, wait a minute. If you do this here…!”

I’ve met all kinds of drunkards while working the night shift, but I’ve never seen them before, and I’m dumbfounded for a while.

Jaxson, who suddenly came to his senses, stopped the customer.

no i tried to dry it.

Creepy!

“…!”

but right after that.

he hardened

Still blowing bottle nabal.

The guest looked back at him slowly.

It was because as soon as he saw the cool sunken eyes, his body started to shiver with chills as if he had been covered with ice water.

―The moment you go against this guest.

that he will die.

boom boom.

Like a rat facing a beast like that.

Jackson stiffened.

A customer who had consumed a 750ml bottle of brandy at once threw the empty bottle back.

clang

Amid the breaking of the ice bottle.

After one-shotting a few more bottles.

He unwraps the gourd hanging from his waist, pours the wine into it, hangs it from his waist again, and holds another bottle in one hand.

until the customer leaves the convenience store.

Jaxson, who was unable to breathe and stiffened, sat down only after a long time had passed.

And he was panting with his face wet with sweat as if it were raining.

‘That’s what the heck…’

From the robber who came in with a gun as he always works the night shift, to the truth about the players who cheat.

I’ve been through all sorts of hardships.

It was the first time I felt this kind of intimidation.

It was a miracle that I didn’t pee.

But that’s for a while.

Jaxson, who came to his senses only belatedly, took out his smartphone with still trembling hands and hurriedly pressed the screen.

“Hello? There’s a cop! The Chinese mafia, or a drunken robber, has appeared here…!”

* * *

Jerk off.

with your mouth shut.

Limon moved slowly.

Past an ambulance carrying a bloody cop.

Crossing between armor and reinforced exoskeletons that have become scrap metal, and buildings collapsed by the impact of dozens of armored vehicles.

What he reached was the large intestine wall.

No, it was a place that ‘was’ the great wall.

A majestic barrier over thousands of meters in height that protects the North American continent.

But now, like a sandcastle, only part of it is neatly cut out, leaving the city through a hole.

after coming out to the beach.

Limon moved on.

which way to go

There was no need to wander.

After the evil energy that pierced the sky had disappeared, instead, a confident presence was guiding him.

across the wavy sand.

along the path over the rocks.

at the end of the coast.

Finally.

he found

A cliff with a clear view of the open sea.

sitting on the edge of it.

He was drinking from a bottle of wine.

The man who robbed and knocked out all the cops in San Diego today wasn’t enough and went so far as to cut the wall in two.

“…!”

That moment.

Limon hardened.

It’s not that I didn’t know.

The Sword Master’s super senses had already told him everything before he even left the Geomryong Sea.

Still, he couldn’t help but be agitated.

seen in hundreds of years.

but never forgotten.

That face is all too familiar.

Even his immobility, which was hard as steel, was shaking.

So it was.

Why was Limon kept silent?

It was hard to find an answer right away, even as Roh Kang-ho, what to do with this situation.

But that silence didn’t last long.

Because what he had to do had already been decided.

So after I closed my eyes and opened them.

Limon put his hand on his waist.

So the moment he put his hand on the sword.

Chunk.

The strong magic sword, which always hung from Limon’s waist, was unsheathed and came out.

release the sword like that

laying down on the floor.

Limon lowered himself quietly.

And…

Plop.

He is the protector of mankind.

The Last Sword Master.

The gray-haired man, who had never surrendered despite being defeated by any formidable enemy, knelt to the ground.

But Limon felt no shame or humiliation at that fact.

Because the opponent in front of him was the only person who could and should make Limon kneel.

So put both hands on the ground.

I bowed my head and bowed down.

he said softly.

“―The disciple of Buddha is meeting Master.”

stop.

I couldn’t have felt that he had appeared.

The opponent, who had only tilted the bottle with his eyes on the sea, slowly turned his head and looked at Limon.

and right after that.

Fuck!

Limon bounced back.

However, even Limon, let alone the opponent who committed the atrocity of kicking the opponent who bowed down, was not surprised by the incident.

Of course I knew it would be like this.

Or maybe you’re already used to it.

I just rolled back and then corrected my posture and got down on my knees.

Seeing that appearance, like a truly skilled teaching assistant, the other person frowned.

“What the hell are you doing, you bastard?”

Bongdunanbal’s head.

Two swords placed next to

scarred skin .

A dress that exposes only one leg.

Slender arms wrapped in cotton cloth.

A strong body without any flab.

To the toxic swollen chest.

A beauty with a perfect body that exudes wild charm while being as wild as a beast.

The first Sword Master.

The one who slayed the seven dragons.

And at the same time…

…the best heroine in history.

The Geomje (劍帝) said to the disciple he met after hundreds of years as if he was shooting.

“The sky-like master is having a drink, but he doesn’t bring a table right away.”