Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 595

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Chapter 595
A crimson line appeared across Yeo Ha-ryun’s neck.
His eyes, like drops of blood, widened for a moment before rapidly losing their light.
‘…Why?’
Yeo Ha-ryun’s eyes posed that very question.
Thud—
I witnessed it.
Yeo Ha-ryun’s head severed from his body.
A deafening roar echoed, as if an iceberg were collapsing.
That neck, vivid as though still alive, tumbled before me.
And then.
Slash!
A crimson line was drawn across my own neck.
It was a rough yet fluid stroke, like brushwork from an Impressionist painter.
“Gack, hack—”
Blood cascaded down from below my neck.
“This is troublesome indeed…. If both of you die here, that would be most inconvenient. It seems you have already ■■ beyond my calculations.”
The voice sounded distant and muffled.
My limbs refused to obey.
I collapsed, clutching at my bleeding neck.
“Cheon Hee—!”
Gongseon Yeong fell.
“Curse it all, this Hyeolseon Gyoju truly operates beyond all reason…!”
Crunch—crack!
Prince Han-bing’s limbs were severed.
His head dropped like a fallen apple from an orchard.
The Holy Maiden died without even a moment to pray.
I witnessed it. With merely a gesture from the Hyeolseon Gyoju, everything transformed into pools of blood.
He was like an orchestra conductor.
All flowed toward death at his hands.
My body finally gave way.
Thump—
Crimson blood seeped into the white snow, again and again.
My vision filled entirely with Yeo Ha-ryun’s severed neck.
Had I traveled so far only to witness this bloodshed?
‘Why? I was supposed to be the protagonist…?’
The protagonist must always survive to the very end.
Even if not the strongest, one who defeats every enemy encountered.
One who survives until the novel’s conclusion and unites the world under his rule.
‘Ha-ryun. The world truly revolved around you, so why…?’
I feel the light fading from eyes as crimson as blood.
I try to make a sound.
“Guh— guh-ughhhh—”
From my half-severed neck, only the gurgling of blood escapes.
I feel myself drowning in my own blood, straining with all my might to produce sound, but.
Only tears flow.
“Ho, still alive? Well, it’s been a long time since someone dodged even half of my strike.”
The Hyeolseon Gyoju appears in my vision.
“Hahah, if you beg for your life, I’ll spare you. What do you say?”
He laughs like a child watching an ant.
‘Just kill me.’
The Hyeolseon Gyoju sees what my eyes are saying.
“Then I’ll spare you and give you the world. I’ll make you Emperor.”
‘Just kill me.’
Whether blood or tears.
Something fills my eyes and spills down.
My vision blurs with moisture.
Seeing my clear refusal, the Hyeolseon Gyoju thinks, ‘This is troublesome. What about this then? Making you one of the Hyeolseon? Promising immortality?’
He lists conditions that would tempt any ordinary person, but I only desire death.
Soon the Hyeolseon Gyoju grins wickedly.
“I see. You care for this one.”
He picks up the severed head of Yeo Ha-ryun.
In that moment, my eyes widen.
“Guh-ugh…. Kugh—!”
Put him down. You bastard. Put my younger brother down!
He examines the severed head carefully, reading the deep turmoil within me.
Even a corpse becomes a wound, becomes an obsession, and it renders even this Doctor of the world unable to control his emotions.
“Shall I revive him? You’ve seen that we can resurrect even the dead.”
But even so.
‘Just kill me.’
“Kugh—!”
Each time I try to speak, blood surges up from the wound below my neck.
Even with inner energy holding it back, that’s all it can do.
It was remarkable enough to have survived the vital point being pierced.
But that’s all.
A human dies when the neck is severed.
That is the way of Heaven.
“Good. I pay my respects to your integrity even in this state. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone dodge even half my strike, and such stubbornness.”
Click—
He removes his mask as if bestowing a favor.
In that instant, my eyes widened.
It wasn’t because the man’s face was handsome, nor was it grotesquely ugly.
Perhaps it would have been different if he bore the half-human, half-beast visage of a Dragon Scale Person.
Yet this face was etched somewhere deep within my memory.
That face which had forcibly grasped my hand during that agonizing, painful moment.
■■ Senior…?
“Gah—!”
Goosebumps crawled slowly across my dying spine.
Could humans truly transform into anything?
If a single good deed could erase all of Sama Hyeon’s wickedness, then was the reverse also possible?
I knew those features.
That face I had longed for so long. The face I had resigned myself never to see again.
It looked down at me with endless laughter.
I beheld hell itself.
Why is ■■ Senior here?
“Ugh— Guh—”
Was it merely coincidence that they shared the same face?
Or…
It was strange. I couldn’t remember Senior’s name.
Throughout this long journey tumbling through this world, I had forgotten Senior’s name—and even forgotten that I had forgotten it.
I only held him in memory as a longing for home.
Why, how had I never once recalled his name?
‘Was this the price for jokingly shouting at another doctor to fall with me during that emergency procedure?’
I could only laugh at the absurdity.
At the end of winter, I felt myself drowning in my own blood.
The earth pulled at me.
Was gravity always this heavy?
Death.
The end of winter.
I could not know what lay at this end, but I realized that what happened here was coming to a close.
The end of winter.
Blood eroded across the snowy plain.
Had the prophecy been fulfilled? Or not?
I could not comprehend it, nor could I verify what lay at this end.
Death came as drowsiness.
Ha-ryun. Something’s strange.
The world should have been made for you.
The Jicheon Cheonma should exist for you…
Then why does your gaze look down upon me?
The Hyeolseon Gyoju sharing Senior’s face must be coincidence.
His tone was completely different.
Among all those countless people, it just happened to be him with an identical face.
I tried to accept death in every way possible, but my vision filled with tears.
Oh Dok-mun’s snake had prophesied it.
-Doctor, at the end of winter you shall perish by the hand of one who manipulates fate.
Frozen earth.
Tears streamed down my eyes.
Had the prophecy come to pass? Or perhaps….
There was no way to know.
The tears melting the snow could not overcome winter and froze solid.
At last, the snow that melted from body heat accumulated upon my shoulders.
Winter it is. Now is the time to sleep.
The season when tiny seeds and small insects curl their bodies beneath the earth.
No matter how much stronger I became, in the end, was I not just another insect to them?
Just as I was about to close my eyes and surrender everything.
‘I don’t want to die.’
Suddenly, instinct drove me forward like a crawling creature.
It was like the final thrashing of a dying life.
“Ugh, guh–”
The more I thrashed, the more blood seeped out.
I wanted to live.
I didn’t want to fall asleep like this.
As winter’s chill began to fade into distance, I knew death was approaching.
But the Doctor thrashed on.
Even if life was hell.
Even if spring would never come again in this endless winter.
I thrashed because I didn’t want to disappear in this cold.
Suddenly, I felt something.
My eyes burned hot.
“Guh….”
Excruciating pain, as though nerve bundles were being seared by fire, began to assault me.
“Ugh- Guuuuh!”
Clutching my throat, unable even to scream, I writhed like an insect.
With each movement, the pristine white snow mixed with blood, becoming a muddy mess.
What did ugliness matter, if this agony was the price of life?
-Boggi’s descendants awaken their abilities in war and ascend a step. So even those called incompetent, when thrust into the midst of battle, manifest true power.
-Do you experience anything unusual?
The Suksin Tribe battle. What Eun Wang-ya asked about several times as if it were strange.
I had already experienced countless wars in Gangho.
If we call it war where people die and kill, I had experienced it more than any royal.
I know of a half-sibling with an ability that doesn’t grow. Well, with countless siblings, it’s awkward to even call them a sibling. Regardless, that person and I share undeniable blood ties.
I feel Boggi’s blood awakening within me.
Within the excruciating agony, my nerves were being stretched taut as I awakened.
Jin Cheon-hee beholds Yeo Ha-ryun’s eyes in this moment.
Do death and darkness dwell within those extinguished eyes?
The snow continues to devour Jin Cheon-hee’s blood even now.
It spreads, melts, and freezes anew.
Jin Cheon-hee watches the snow.
Falling snow covers the corpse.
And it falls upon the back of my own hand.
As the agony accelerates, I feel the snow falling slower and slower.
Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.
The ultimate pinnacle of martial arts awakens the Doctor’s final moment, stretching the nerves even further.
And finally, the snow suspends in mid-air.
Within frozen, fixed time, Boggi’s blood finally awakens.
A voice resonates.
A voice resembling Eungryong’s, yet utterly different.
Time or space. Which will you choose?
The blood of flesh and bone sprouts forth.
Just as a fish naturally understands how to swim without being taught, I instinctively comprehend how to wield this power.
I dimly understand that whatever I choose, the price will be merciless.
Then.
Jin Cheon-hee exhales his final breath before death.
The death rattle of life spreads white across the winter.
The sky comes into view.
The clouds resemble the snow field blanketing the Heavenly Ice Mountain above.
Do gods and Hyeolseon truly exist up there?
What would they think witnessing this sight now?
To heaven’s gaze, we are surely nothing but insects.
Within winter—white, cold, and indifferent to filth and the living alike.
My final breath touches the snow field.
A rasping sound—
If one could roll through the mire and resist.

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