Murim Login - Chapter 477

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Chapter 477
Whoooosh!
Front, back, left, right.
The moment the mutated Water Dragon perceived four divine forms materializing to occupy all directions, its single remaining eye snapped wide open.
– Grrrrgh!
When did this happen?
Though the Water Dragon had succumbed to [Berserk] state, it could still perceive that circumstances were unfolding unfavorably.
Yet the rage that numbed its reason, combined with the tremendous power dwelling within its massive frame, caused this grotesque and terrifying creature to fatally underestimate its opponent.
And the cry that followed immediately after was more than sufficient to sever the final thread of reason that had been precariously detecting the danger.
“Even if everyone else despises you, I believe you’re a good one. Because you have no sharp edges.”
– Grrrrr…!
Murderous light flickered in eyes as large as an adult man’s torso.
It mattered not what that insignificant little human had uttered.
What mattered was the fact that this wretched human had plucked away the whiskers that had been my pride and magnificent weapon for centuries past, my very soul’s companion.
I will kill him. By any means necessary, I will slaughter this accursed human!
Whoooooosh!
The colossal tail, imbued with lethal intent, surged forward and obliterated everything in its path, and at the end of that trajectory, a certain person’s lips curved upward ever so slightly.
“Got you, you bastard.”
What?
The mutated Water Dragon felt a bone-chilling cold sweep across its entire body in that instant, but it was already too late.
Retrieving a tail propelled with such tremendous force and speed was as impossible as calling back an arrow already loosed.
Whoooosh, crash!
Everything shattered beneath the ferociously swung tail. The cliff that had been precariously holding together completely collapsed inward, and the deafening roar that erupted swallowed all other sound.
Yet what awaited the mutated Water Dragon was not the exhilarating sensation of crushing an enemy, but a pain as though it had been set ablaze.
Sizzle, cough cough!
No, it was no illusion.
In the next moment, the mutated Water Dragon could see it clearly.
Amidst the gradually dispersing rain and dust, a spear wreathed in pale blue flame that had pierced straight through its magnificent tail.
And the laughter of that accursed human who gripped the spear.
“Caught you.”
– …!
* * *
My mother was lenient when it came to my education.
She never believed that studying was the path to success, and when she saw my report card from high school—where I had miraculously achieved a perfect seven in every subject—she concluded the entire matter with a single brief remark.
“Impressive, my son….”
Hmm. Now that I think about it, she seemed to have already given up halfway.
In any case, even my mother made me read books when I was young.
Was it in elementary school? When she saw me folding her English workbooks into paper airplanes and flying them around, she handed me a book and said to read this instead. The title of that book was….
Ah, yes.
‘Gulliver’s Travels.’
I had no talent for studying, but I enjoyed novels of that sort, and sometimes I would apply impressive scenes from novels to Younger Sister.
For instance, the scene where the Lilliputians bound Gulliver with ropes.
“Mom! Look at this! I’ve caught Younger Sister! Now she’s being good!”
“Waaaaaahhhhh! Mooooom!”
“No! Younger Sister! Our daughter!”
Of course, the result of my curiosity was far from pleasant.
When Mother saw her young daughter wrapped tightly in duct tape instead of rope, she screamed, and though she struck my calves with a cane as punishment for my unfilial conduct, I didn’t shed a single tear with the stubbornness of an elementary schooler.
I only reflected on my lack of foresight.
‘Next time, I’ll have to gag her mouth so she can’t scream!’
Ah, what cherished memories.
With the passage of time, the malicious elementary schooler who once wrapped my much younger sister tightly in duct tape can no longer be found, but the memory of that day remains vivid.
Along with the childhood ambition to bind Gulliver just like in the novel’s scene someday.
Hehehehe!
Yes, exactly like right now.
I opened my mouth, recalling the childish dream I thought I could never realize.
“Caught you.”
– …!
It was a crueler method than how the Lilliputians had bound Gulliver, but the effect was certain.
I had anticipated that its tail would come flying, and after dodging before that massive, grotesque appendage could lash my body, I drove the spear blade in with all my strength.
This hard, transparent divine weapon called White Flame became a colossal nail, piercing both the monster’s tail and the ground simultaneously.
A hammer, you ask?
Well, naturally it’s my fist. And I still have plenty of nails remaining in my possession.
‘Inventory open, summon.’
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
It was instantaneous.
I summoned five spears from my inventory like lightning and drove them into its tail, then brought my fist down like a hammer.
Boom! Boom! Crash!
Fixation complete.
As my powerful punch struck the end of the spear shafts, the sharp blades sank deep into the ground, vibrating with force.
‘Younger Sister, are you watching?’
As I beheld that sight, my body trembled with exhilarating pleasure, and the mutated Water Dragon shrieked in agony.
– Grrrraaaaaahhhhh!
Yet to my perception, its scream carried a note of premature despair.
Because the three people who had been waiting for this very moment were now about to unleash their full-powered attacks.
And among them, the one who arrived fastest swung a blade toward its waist.
Shwing!
A movement like a phantom and a speed so blinding my eyes couldn’t fully comprehend it.
Nothing could stand against the brilliant flash that burst from those pale, flickering shadows.
Not the scales hardened further by [Berserk Form], nor the sinew and bone tough as iron.
Because this was a single blade strike from Sal-sung himself.
Slice!
Even amid the chaos, a single cutting sound pierced clearly through the din.
Moon-kyung’s form vanished in afterimages, his blade swift and decisive, delivering a devastating blow. A torrent of blood erupted from the creature’s maw as a shriek of agony tore free.
– Kuuuaaargh!
Though he hadn’t severed the torso completely, nearly a fifth of its thickness had been sheared away in that single strike—a natural reaction to such trauma.
But there was one thing I wanted the beast to understand: this was far from over.
“You still have two legs left.”
Before I could even finish speaking, a violet energy beam resembling the sunset sky shot forth, illuminating the darkness.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
It was no illusion—dozens of crimson plum blossoms materialized between the torrential rain and wind.
The trajectory carved by the violet energy infused with the Zahashinggong, the essence of the Huashan Sect, was a pattern I recognized well.
‘Plum Blossom Sword Technique.’
If Moon-kyung’s blade was a sharp guillotine that severed its target in a single stroke, then Chung Poong’s Plum Blossom Sword Technique was a hidden blade that cut and sliced across dozens of passes.
And in this moment, that blade had transformed into the shape of plum blossoms, burrowing into the gaping wounds.
Thud-thud-thud-thud! Slice!
The method for felling a massive opponent was surprisingly simple.
Either deliver one overwhelming blow so powerful it can’t be endured, or keep striking the same spot over and over—and make it hurt like hell.
And before the mutated Water Dragon could even scream for what might have been the hundredth time, someone was arriving to deliver a strike that combined both approaches.
“Why won’t you just die, you motherless bastard!”
A streak of flame crossed the battlefield, accompanied by crude profanities that seemed to mock age itself.
‘The Fire King.’
An illegal resident of Jiuhua Mountain, a fire-wielder of the Great Hall. A nationwide thug who devoured the Martial World with a madness rivaling Bodhidharma’s skull and techniques even more fierce.
Just watching him made my heart race and my vision blur with heat.
‘Damn it all.’
Let it be what it will be. I’ve already crossed the line anyway.
Once you’ve mounted the tiger, there’s no point in fearing anymore.
I felt my blood boiling as I shouted with all my might.
“Go, Fire King! Inferno Divine Fist!”
“You damn fool…!”
His curse, directed at no one in particular, was swallowed by the tremendous roar that erupted the next instant.
Boom, Kwaaaaaaa!
Flames erupted from his fist, evaporating all moisture as they shot forward.
The Calamity Fire, brimming with ultra-high temperature, tore through the wounds opened by the previous two attacks, incinerating and consuming everything in its path.
– Kraaaaaaaa!
I’d heard it said somewhere before.
That death by fire was the most agonizing way to die in this world.
Anyone witnessing this spectacle would have to fully agree with that statement.
Heat so intense it conjured images of hellfire, filling all the space around us, accompanied by the acrid stench of burning flesh.
And the massive creature, writhing within the grasp of the Calamity Fire.
– …!!
A roar unlike anything I had ever heard shook the ground, and the waters of Dongting Lake surged backward.
The thrashing born of such agony was so violent that even I, who had driven the spear deep and held it with all my strength, could no longer endure it.
Thud, thud-thud-thud!
When Gulliver came to his senses and broke free from the ropes the Lilliputians had bound him with, what must those tiny people have been thinking as they gazed up at the giant rising to his feet?
I couldn’t know for certain, but at least I felt neither shock nor alarm.
“So be it.”
Nothing would change regardless.
Three masters of the ultimate realm—extreme ranged combatants, no less—had executed my commands flawlessly, and the mutated Water Dragon had suffered catastrophic damage.
Whether I now withdrew the spear embedded in its tail and gathered a Water Breath mattered not; the outcome would remain unchanged.
Whoosh, snap!
Void Seizure.
Like the other spears, the White Flame that had been flung into the air by the tail’s force was drawn into my grasp.
I raised the White Flame, its blade dripping with dark blue blood, and leveled it at the creature.
“From this moment forward… slash everything in sight.”
The voice that spilled from between my lips burned like molten lava, and the three who had grown accustomed to awaiting such commands unleashed themselves like beasts freed from their chains.
Whoosh!
Jeok Cheon-gang, Moon-kyung, Chung Poong. And myself.
The Raid Team that could be called the first and strongest in the Murim launched itself toward the monster’s colossal body, writhing in agony.
Screeeech!
Four transcendent beings moving in four directions.
And four torrents of inner force imbued with unprecedented power.
* * *
Shhhhh! Crack!
Roar, shrieeeek!
North, south, east, west. Above, below, left, right.
There was no gap to escape through, no direction to flee toward. They were everywhere and nowhere.
A body as vast as a small mountain became the world’s greatest target, and its tattered tail, though it could overturn rivers and earth, could not touch forms that moved like lightning.
The mutated Water Dragon.
This fallen being, which had spent centuries bloating its frame, now found its greatest advantage transformed into its greatest weakness in this very moment.
– Kraaaaaaagh!
There existed no shield that could not be shattered, no door that could not be opened.
In a span of time too brief to measure, the monster’s body had been lacerated by dozens of torrents of inner force until it was a pitiful ruin.
The perilously beautiful jet-black scales had shattered into fragments, and the flesh and bone so hard that ordinary blades could not even scratch them were now sliced and crushed beyond recognition.
Crack, shrieeeek!
Dark blue blood gushed forth from the wounds, drenching the earth.
The relentless thunder and lightning that had rained down without pause, the tempestuous winds and rain—all began to fade away.
And with them, the life of one existence as well.
Crackle.
– Krrgh…
Pain assails once more.
In the dimming pupils of the struggling mutated Water Dragon, a figure suddenly came into focus.
It was a young human with a familiar face.
An enemy—one who must be killed at all costs!
– Grrrraaaaahhhhh!
And the presence of only one person, Jin Tae-kyung, drew forth the last reserves of strength from the monster whose life was slowly fading away.
Roooaaarrr—!
A final strike pouring out every last ounce of power. A colossal sphere of water—what some called a Water Breath—was on the verge of materializing in an instant.
The young human’s form vanished before his eyes.
And in the next moment, the mutated Water Dragon heard someone’s calm voice.
“You’ve done well.”
Squelch!

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