Murim Login - Chapter 589

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Chapter 589
Countless beams of light converged and coalesced, transforming into a colossal pillar of radiance.
Offensive spells and debuffs descended from above, while spears and arrows launched with full force rained down like a torrential downpour.
But…
It was already too late to retreat. Not for me, nor for them.
Thud.
I advanced toward the kaleidoscopic flashes of light.
With each step, searing heat erupted from the diagonally descending blade of white flame, incinerating everything around me.
Whoooosh!
Space itself warped. The blazing cyan-white inferno forcibly dispelled every spell and consumed the weapons hurtling forward at tremendous velocity, laden with mana.
Roar!
“…!”
“…!”
Heat shimmered and rose with the roiling temperature. Beyond it, I glimpsed hundreds of pairs of eyes wide with shock.
The Security Team Leader, realizing all their attacks had failed, drew his bowstring again and unleashed ten arrows in a multi-shot barrage while shouting.
“Formation!”
Screech!
Even as the arrows flew, his form moved like the wind, repositioning behind the tanks.
His rapid assessment and precise attacks were exemplary of an A-rank Hunter from the Ares Guild, but…
‘This time, he chose the wrong opponent.’
I chided myself inwardly and extended my fist. Following the smooth rotation of my shoulder and arm, a single punch cut through the empty air.
Whoosh! Bang!
A short but devastating straight punch.
Simultaneously, compressed air exploded outward, and a miniature whirlwind erupted around me as its center. The ten arrows streaking like beams of light curved as they met the tempest.
Whistle! Crash!
The moment the arrows, diverted from their path, struck various points throughout the lobby, I had already closed the distance of over ten meters and stood before the Security Team Leader.
“You should have fired gently. Then I’d have hit you less hard.”
“…!”
The distance was far too close to nock another arrow.
The Security Team Leader swung the bow in his hand instead of responding. With a faint metallic click, a blade that sprouted from the bow’s tip flew toward my chest.
Whoosh!
It was undoubtedly a technique perfected through thousands, tens of thousands of repetitions.
But speed is ultimately a relative concept. To my eyes, his attack was slow and pathetic enough to induce a yawn.
Something I could catch with a single hand.
Click.
The blade halted at half a palm’s distance, trembling faintly.
In an instant too brief to even be called a moment, I watched undisguised shock flash across the Security Team Leader’s eyes as I tightened my grip on the bow’s center.
Crack!
Strength transcending human limits shattered the defensive magic affixed to the weapon and snapped the bow, crafted from the sturdy bone of a monster.
Before the archer, now disarmed, could even cry out, my palm pressed against his chest.
Boom!
Internal Family Heavy Palm—a technique that strikes the exterior to devastate the interior.
With a sharp explosion, the Security Team Leader’s body shot forward like a cannonball.
The moment he crashed into the lobby wall and coughed blood, screams and shouts erupted from all directions, followed by a torrent of attacks converging upon me.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—Boom!
Front, back, left, right. All thirty-six directions.
Watching the beams of light streaking toward me from every angle, I let out a soft laugh.
Three sixty-year cycles of scorching qi, drawn up from my dantian, coalesced into a single fire dragon that settled within my spear.
Fire Dragon Divine Spear, First Form—Fire Dragon’s Tail.
Whoosh! Roaaaaar!
My body rotated fluidly as I swung the spear, and simultaneously, flames erupted in a whirlwind, blocking and incinerating everything in their path.
Where my feet landed without hesitation, marble crumbled like sand.
Shiiiiing!
A sharp wind grazed my ears, and someone’s urgent cry pierced through it.
“Stop him—!”
Crash!
The thunderous explosion swallowed the rest of the voice. Dozens of Tanks who had frozen in place before me were sent flying, their screams filling the void.
“Ugh!”
“Aaaahhh!”
Steel-hard bodies and combat experience honed through hundreds of Raids were utterly useless in this moment.
Overwhelming power was more than sufficient to shatter and destroy everything that stood against it.
Yet the Hunters in the lobby, having turned hostile after their internal conflict, rushed forward without pause.
The weapons in their hands caught the light of the half-severed chandelier, gleaming as they surged toward me from all sides.
Tap, tap, tap!
Cheek, neck, armpit, waist, and calf…
I perceived and felt everything.
What transcends human limits is not merely the body.
Before my brain could even process the information transmitted through my razor-sharp senses and send thought to flesh, I was already moving.
Crack!
I trapped the arm of a sword-wielder in my armpit and snapped it.
Thud!
I struck another’s solar plexus with my elbow, dropping them.
Tap, whoosh, whoosh!
I caught an arrow aimed at my throat and scattered it back toward its source.
As I turned to face the enemies closing in from all directions, sharp cries pierced my ears.
“Ahhh!”
“Ughhhh!”
This was not happening in just one place. Screams overflowed from every corner of the lobby.
As I dodged incoming weapons, extended my fists and feet, and swung my spear, bodies collapsed or were launched like projectiles with each cry.
“Don’t hesitate! Fight!”
Boom! Crash!
“Strike all at once!”
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Two hundred against one.
No—a Raid Team assembled solely to face a single human. Yet it was not I who retreated, but them.
Magic? Weapons?
Nothing could touch me. Plunging deep into their formation, I tore through their ranks with savage ferocity, destroying everything in my path—though I left them breathing.
But before this battle ended, I had seared into their minds a terror so profound they could not dare approach me again.
Crack!
“Ahhhhh!”
Boom!
Before one scream faded, three fell. By the time three voices wailed, five had collapsed. They were sheep, and I was nothing less than a Great Tiger.
The only difference was the restraint I exercised against slaughter.
‘I am not a monster. I am not a monster.’
To suppress the rage swelling within me, I had to murmur ceaselessly in my heart.
Those who crossed to the far bank of the river never returned. So it was with Jo Pil. So it was with Dark Heaven’s followers. So it was with Seok Go-jun, who set foot beyond the boundary of monstrosity for his purpose.
But I was a Hunter. I was of the Murim.
Suddenly, words spoken long ago by one man—who had risen from the greatest Assassin of all ages to become the greatest Physician—flashed through my mind.
‘The weak commit murder, but the truly strong need only preserve life. It means having the power to prevent innocent death under any circumstance.’
Had I possessed less strength than I did now, had I been weak and wicked, all of them would have perished.
But I was not a monster—I was a person, and I possessed the strength to preserve life.
“All of you… stand aside.”
Boom!
Dozens were swept away and hurled back by the palm force I unleashed.
Hours of unbroken combat and the aftermath of that final strike—I was infinitely weary and exhausted.
Yet paradoxically, everything moved slowly and with crystalline clarity. Their movements. Their expressions. I perceived every detail.
The same held true for the Mages’ staffs gleaming between the shattered fragments of the destroyed Tower Shield.
Whirrrrrr!
The magic stone embedded in the staff’s head vibrated softly, radiating brilliant light.
But before the spell could take complete form, my body had already pierced through the ranks of some twenty Mages.
“M-Magic Shi—!”
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Whoosh, thud!
The Mage, who had desperately attempted to raise a defensive spell, collapsed rigid and motionless.
No—it was not just one who fell. Ten fingers, ten threads of finger wind that grazed their meridians, and they scattered like a crumbling wall.
Yet this was the Headquarters of the Ares Guild, where only the elite were selected. It was a place where superior Hunters, whom ordinary Hunters rarely encountered, were as numerous as grains of sand.
“Binding!”
Shhhhhhhhh!
From between the shattered marble, vines erupted from the wall where an unnamed painting had hung, coiling around my ankles like whips.
Crack!
A magical rope materialized from empty air, binding my wrist with overwhelming force.
Likely the Team Leader commanding the mages—an A-rank Mage I’d once seen on television fixed me with murderous eyes and opened his mouth.
“Kill him.”
In that instant.
Whish!
The air above my head rippled, and a wispy gray shadow plummeted toward my crown—a blade cutting through the wind.
Recognizing the short sword behind that piercing sound, I let out a hollow laugh.
‘Look at these bastards.’
Two truths crystallized within me.
First: Code Red meant the target’s death or survival was irrelevant. Second: those genuinely trying to kill me deserved no mercy in return.
‘In that case….’
I welcomed this.
Boom!
As flames erupted, the Assassin’s limbs shattered with a deafening crack, his body hurled backward without even a scream.
The A-rank Mage’s eyes widened as I incinerated every rope and tendril, his short sword reflecting in my calm gaze.
“Why aren’t you using magic?”
“Ah, Ice Bla——!”
Crash! Thud thud!
The blade shot forth like a beam of light, shattering the mana stone in his staff before embedding itself deep in his abdomen. The backlash of mana would bring unimaginable agony.
I drove my fist into his chest as he screamed.
Boom!
My Internal Rupture technique was lethal to anyone, but far more devastating to those who directly channeled mana—mages and healers alike.
By that measure, this fool now sprawled with eyes rolled back would never cast magic again, even if he survived.
I gazed coldly at the mage, rendered unconscious with irreversible wounds, then spoke.
“Anyone else want to retire while they can?”
“…!”
“Otherwise, go to sleep.”
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Thump!
As wind blades swept through once more, the remaining mages collapsed obediently, and silence consumed the Lobby.
The wall clock showed barely three minutes had elapsed since combat began, yet of the two hundred Hunters present, fewer than one in ten remained standing.
Weeeeee!
Beneath the relentless alarm, the scene was devastation itself.
Tanks were embedded in walls, Dealers gasped in agony, mages lay rigid staring at the ceiling.
And… there was I, looking down upon them all.
A hoarse voice escaped my lips.
“Don’t block my path again. There won’t be a second warning.”
“…!”
“…!”
Both the living and the fallen stared at me with trembling eyes.
They understood now—their survival was no stroke of fortune, but mercy.
Thud.
Amidst the blaring alarm and the people frozen in silence, I moved slowly toward the center of the Lobby.
Then, channeling the power of thirty years of cultivation into my body, I pushed off the ground and launched myself upward.
Screeeech!
The Lobby’s ceiling rushed toward me with a fierce wind, and simultaneously, cyan-white flames flickered across my clenched fist.
The Extinguishing Flame Divine Fist erupted, burning through the air.
Boom!

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