Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 142

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Chapter 142
The cold emanating from the Frost Blade itself and the cold my Five Elements Divine Art created seized the enemy’s warmth, freezing it solid.
As this occurred, the blade energy of the Frost Blade grew longer and more intense.
If the sword’s length was less than half a zhang—roughly four and a half feet—the blade energy surrounding me stretched to a full zhang, nearly nine feet in length.
It wavered like flames, carrying both biting cold and razor-sharp killing intent.
It was something quite peculiar.
Anything approaching would be frozen in an instant, then shredded to pieces.
This was born from the mixture of cold and blade energy.
And it was possible because I had poured nearly all the pure vital force of my Five Elements Divine Art into it.
‘My vital force consumption is tremendous! In thirty seconds, this will be over. But… that should be enough.’
I stepped forward.
‘It will be enough!’
Behind the Demonic Necromancer and behind the charging Black Undead Warrior, I could see the children with vacant eyes. And fury erupted within me.
“For something so trivial.”
My blazing heart was hot, unlike the cold, trembling blade energy of ice and flame.
“You sacrificed children for just this wretched corpse, you bastard!”
My sword descended vertically.
A straightforward strike. Yet the opponent could not evade.
There was only one option—to block. But blocking would not leave them unscathed.
A mass of blade energy that had not yet become a force blade.
Yet the total amount of vital force poured into it was enough to create a force blade and more.
Therefore, even without being a force blade, its power could never be underestimated.
But at the same time, the Black Undead Warrior also threw itself at me from the side.
As I brought my sword down,
in the briefest moment after, the Black Undead Warrior would strike at my ribs.
Yet there was no hesitation in my expression.
Here.
I would suppress the Demonic Necromancer.
With will as steel, I brought my sword down.
The Demonic Necromancer’s expression twisted viciously at the sight.
“So you are the seed of the Half-Immortal that the Blood Sage prophesied!”
It was strange. In that fleeting moment, I could hear the creature’s voice.
I seemed to hear the Demonic Necromancer’s words in that instant.
Those words might have shaken my focus, but I continued to bring my sword down regardless.
“I shall kill you and offer you as a sacrifice to the Blood Sage!”
The Demonic Necromancer, knowing it could not evade, extended the hand holding the bell.
Black energy spiraled and wrapped around the bell, and a sinister, malevolent force overflowed in all directions.
Demonic Necromancer’s Final Art—Spirit Bell Demon Reaping Slash.
The Demonic Necromancer’s last resort.
In midair, the sword and bell collided, their energies intermingling as they locked in a battle of pure force.
A deafening roar tore through the air.
The qi surrounding us trembled violently.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the stone floor and ceiling, sending shockwaves rippling outward. In that instant, the Black Undead Warrior arrived and reached out its hand.
A sickening crunch!
Its strike drove deep into my ribs.
The sharp snap of breaking bone echoed through the cavern.
“Hahaha! Seo Baek-ryong, you’ve lost… What!?”
Yet my expression remained unchanged. And the sword qi clinging to my Frost Blade swiftly devoured the aura of the Demonic Necromancer’s corpse qi that clung to the bell.
“How… how is this possible…?”
“The Black Undead Warrior received the command to ‘capture’ me, didn’t it? I wouldn’t inflict a killing blow. Look—after it struck me, it simply stands there, uncertain what to do next. It believes it has already ‘captured’ me.”
“What nonsense is this?”
“An undead warrior… yes, quite impressive. But ultimately, it isn’t truly alive, is it? And you never fought at full strength from the beginning. As a result, your instantaneous qi output is weaker than mine, and that’s why you’re being pushed back. You’re losing.”
Having experienced the fourth industrial revolution, I understood all too well how flawed artificial intelligence truly was.
‘Even in the modern era, robot vacuums get stuck at the doorway, beeping ‘please save me.’ How is an undead warrior any different?!’
No matter how formidable the Black Undead Warrior might be, the fundamental flaws inherent in its very commands could only be exploited by a living human.
My sword qi advanced steadily toward the Demonic Necromancer.
His face drained of all color.
“As I said before, Demonic Necromancer.”
His arms buckled under the pressure, forced backward.
Cold sweat streamed down his face.
“That you sacrificed children merely to create something so pathetic… I truly cannot forgive it. So.”
My eyes grew cold as ice.
“Reflect on your sins in the afterlife.”
I made the decision to kill.
It was a choice that would shatter everything within me, yet there was no other way.
This was no opponent deserving of mercy—not a martial artist, but a sorcerer. Even if I severed his meridians and sealed his dantian, I could not know what blessing Yoseon might grant him to resurrect and continue living.
I ceased trying to judge whether this was right or wrong.
If breaking this insignificant ‘self’ could stop this atrocity, then so be it.
A piece of my heart shattered.
Yet pain was a blessing.
It meant my humanity still lived within me.
I surrendered my attempt to protect myself.
And my blade cleaved through the Demonic Necromancer.
A piercing shriek tore from his throat.
The Demonic Necromancer screamed.
The blade carved a massive wound from his shoulder to his waist.
Yet his body, hardened and toughened by the Corpse Qi Art, did not sever completely.
The wound froze solid in its wake.
His body toppled backward.
Simultaneously, I drew my blade to the side.
Slash—!
The Black Undead Warrior’s head was severed by the blade with foolish ease, and it collapsed.
Of course, the Black Undead Warrior’s neck froze and cracked as well.
Thump.
Dropping to one knee, I used my sword as a staff to support my body.
“Hah….”
The sword energy faded. I had expended every last shred of inner force.
I was breathing heavily, my face utterly exhausted.
‘I need to take the children and leave… and detoxify… this is brutal.’
Killing the Demonic Necromancer did nothing to dispel the strange toxic miasma that filled this cave.
To eliminate it, I had to continuously circulate the Five Elements Mutual Destruction Poison to neutralize it.
‘But I don’t even have the strength to move a single fingertip.’
I found myself missing my furry companions.
But I had no way of knowing if those children could resist this toxic fog.
If they became intoxicated by the miasma and fell under the enemy’s control, that would be its own nightmare.
“Right… if I’m going to die anyway, I should at least get the children to safety first. Ugh….”
My legs trembled uncontrollably.
Even the simple act of sitting and standing inflicted hellish pain upon me.
Maintaining consciousness amid this sudden, overwhelming exhaustion was nearly impossible.
‘I wonder what happened to Samjeolchuho.’
Judging by the fact that no other Black-Clothed Person descended, it seemed he had done everything within his power.
‘I hope he’s alive… but this region doesn’t even have a Baekrin Uiseon Branch.’
Just as I tried to take another step toward the children, a chilling sound erupted from behind me.
Crack—crack—
A signal that things were going terribly wrong.
When I turned around, that cursed Demonic Necromancer was writhing and rising to its feet?
“놈… 이노오오오오옴—!”
The Demonic Necromancer’s roar reverberated through the stone chamber.
‘It turned its own body into an undead warrior to resurrect itself? Insane…?’
But that wasn’t all.
Its face began to glow red.
“Yoseon! I beseech you, grant me your power!”
A self-destruct technique.
‘The Hyeolma’s self-destruct was powerful, but I never thought I’d witness the Demonic Necromancer’s….’
Even in the novel, this creature never used self-destruct.
Which meant it was absolutely furious right now!
I laughed bitterly.
‘Hahaha, this… is hopeless.’
I had no remaining inner force, no stamina left.
I didn’t even have the strength to flee and save my own life.
I lifted the Frost Blade.
The tip of the sword trembled against muscles pushed to their absolute limit.
My entire body screamed in agony.
Did death truly come so easily?
I recalled my death in my previous life.
That too had been sudden.
Though regret was not absent, I had done everything within my power, and that was enough.
‘Have I done everything I could in this moment?’
Yes, I had.
I accepted the visage of death before my eyes.
In that instant… a deafening roar erupted.
Crash!
The stone chamber’s ceiling shattered.
From the pitch-black night sky, a man with hair darker still than that darkness cascaded down.
Yet his skin was so pale that he seemed composed of nothing but black and white, with crimson as the only other color.
The young man who had become a youth descended.
“Found you, brother.”
A voice barely past the threshold of manhood scraped across the walls like nails.
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Falling from above the ceiling, Yeo Ha-ryun saw his brother.
The wounds covering his brother’s entire body, the children his brother protected with his back, and the monster-shaped creature before him.
Twice.
Only twice had his patience endured, and now it ended.
The murderous intent of Cheonsal-seong sang with delight.
‘Similar to demonic arts, yet not of the Demonic Sect.’
How should he kill it?
What would its screams sound like?
In the instant of his fall, Yeo Ha-ryun had already prepared to slay his enemy.
He reversed his grip on the sword and twisted his body once.
Using the falling energy, he descended like a guillotine.
Cheonjuamgyeol.
Dark Dragon Falling Shatter Blade–!
A name given because it resembled a black dragon plummeting from the heavens.
Distribution of inner force? Optimal stance? Dispersal of sword energy?
Yeo Ha-ryun cared for none of it. The madness of Cheonsal-seong guided him.
Even if the enemy were stronger than him, it would be the same!
Slice!
I could not see how Yeo Ha-ryun wielded his blade.
It was as though living destruction itself had descended.
In that single strike, the Demonic Necromancer’s head flew through the air, and Yeo Ha-ryun gazed upon the severed surface with delight.
But my fingertips still tingled. That sensation.
‘Still alive.’
The Demonic Sect had creatures like this too.
Things that continued moving even after their heads were severed.
It was different from rigor mortis. Similar to a praying mantis mid-copulation or an ant whose head had been torn away.
The brain was gone, yet the spinal cord still sent signals.
Yeo Ha-ryun drew his blade diagonally across empty air, his expression blank.
What Yeo Ha-ryun had slashed was nothing but void.
Remarkably, the sword energy remained embedded in the empty space along the blade’s trajectory.
Yeo Ha-ryun traced over that stationary sword path multiple times without advancing it.
The creature rushed toward Yeo Ha-ryun.
The Painter of Death had exchanged his brush for a blade.
Black Dragon Sword Form.
Spacetime Execution.
Compressed sword energy released from empty space all at once, beginning to brutally dismember the creature’s body.
Crack—crack—crack!
Strangely, the sword energy wasn’t released simultaneously but flew forth with subtle time intervals between each strike.
Even if the enemy defended and blocked, they could only fall victim to the hidden sword strikes that followed immediately after.
‘I don’t even understand the principle.’
Only the sound of air escaping from punctured lungs echoed.
After the silent execution, Yeo Ha-ryun spoke.
“Brother. I’ve come to take you.”
“Good… fortunately, we’re not too late.”
As the tension released, blood rose in my throat.
Yeo Ha-ryun spoke.
“Brother, you’re still insane. You faced that thing alone?”
“It was worth doing.”
Yeo Ha-ryun extended his hand and grasped my arm, supporting me. I felt my consciousness growing hazy. So I spoke urgently.
“Samjeolchuho should be at the entrance. Go check.”
“He’s fine. If it was Black-Clothed Persons, I’ve killed them all. By now, he’s probably searching for any documents that might remain in this place.”
“The children… send them home. The aftereffects…”
“…I’ll handle that.”
“And…”
“Rest now, brother.”
…
With those words, my body collapsed completely.
Yeo Ha-ryun clicked his tongue.
“Brother is still strong, and still worrying everyone around him.”
What was I to do with this mad brother?
The younger sibling, mad in a different way, fell into contemplation.

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