Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Swoosh-!

With a thud, a head fell to the ground.

A black-haired man gasped for breath as he stared at the ‘Blood ‘ tattoo carved on the corpse’s forehead.

It was a mark symbolizing the highest-ranking Blood People belonging to the Original Blood Sect, the greatest sect in the Central Plains.

Soon the man turned around.

The man silently climbed the Snow Mountain shrouded in thick fog.

Staggering steps, trembling arms.

Anyone could see he wasn’t normal, but still he walked.

Even if he died right now, he had to go.

His steps did not stop.

Half an hour, one hour, two hours, four hours.

Like that, five hours.

The man stopped walking.

In front of the ruins of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace that had collapsed over ten years ago, the man stood quietly without saying a word.

He truly just gazed silently.

It was when he had been there for about another hour.

The man gripped the sword in his hand tightly.

A cold wind brushed past the man’s cheek.

He felt it.

The pursuers from the Original Blood Sect were approaching.

The aura of those who had reached Limitless Divine Manifestation, the second realm among the five realms of the Five Realms of Martial God, pressed down on Ten Thousand Year Snow Mountain.

One of them even had an aura that made the heavens tremble.

Is this the end…?

As he was muttering this, five men descended from the sky.

Among them, a man with a very striking bald head shouted angrily.

“You ungrateful piece of trash!”

“Are you talking about me?”

“Who else is here besides you?”

The man chuckled.

“Aren’t there four more people next to the Grand Elder?”

“…This bastard…”

The man’s smile did not disappear. He continued speaking with the same smiling face.

“Since I joined the Original Blood Sect, I believe I have never once committed an act that would harm our sect.”

“This bastard is babbling nonsense with his loose mouth. Because of you, the damage to our sect right now is…”

“Is that because of me?”

“…”

“You poisoned and ambushed someone who said they wanted to leave, and I merely responded. And Grand Elder, no matter how much of a mess the Original Blood Sect is, at least the higher-ups should maintain their integrity in any situation.”

“Are you… daring to lecture me?”

“Can’t I lecture you? It’s said that among three people walking together, there must be one who can be my teacher. I’m giving you sincere advice, but you’re just getting angry.”

“Blood Heaven Rectifier Seol Woon-hwi!”

“I abandoned that position long ago.”

“…Won’t you regret it?”

“I won’t. So please leave now.”

At those words, the bald man chuckled.

“Unfortunately, I can’t just leave.”

“Is that so?”

“I received orders to definitely bring back your head, so what can I do? I have to take it.”

“Orders from the Blood Sect Leader?”

Surprisingly, at those words, the bald man chuckled and pointed to the sky with his index finger.

“No, above that.”

At those words, Seol Woon-hwi chuckled as if he understood.

“So why exactly are those lazy bastards so upset?”

“You would know better than me.”

“Well. Completely destroying the Blood Stone they were going to offer as sacrifice, setting fire to the Peach Garden, and taking the head of the Thunder Lightning Demon Sect Leader – I can’t think of anything else.”

“…Don’t you know that any one of those is a grave sin worthy of being torn limb from limb?”

“Did you think I committed them unknowingly? But what could I do? They were too irritating.”

“…You’re not in your right mind.”

“Don’t you know? There are plenty of bastards above who are more out of their minds than me.”

And.

“Actually, you know it too, Grand Elder. That you yourself, who speaks to me like this, know nothing about ‘them’ either.”

“In this world, there are truths that must be known and truths that must not be known.”

“I’ve felt this for a while, but you’re really quite cowardly.”

“…You are a dangerous man.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t know. In this entire martial world, you’re probably the only one who could threaten the Blood Sect Leader’s supremacy.”

“Why are you suddenly praising me? It doesn’t suit you.”

To begin with, Seol Woon-hwi’s current realm was at a level where he could covet the position of martial world supreme.

The position of Blood Heaven Rectifier was originally a position that didn’t exist in the Original Blood Sect.

One who rectifies the heavens of the Blood Sect.

Even the name was extraordinary.

This was a position newly created by the Blood Sect Leader twenty years ago, exclusively for Seol Woon-hwi.

Its authority rivaled that of the Grand Elder, who could be called the real power of the Blood Sect, and even the Vice Sect Leader couldn’t treat him carelessly.

Most importantly, he even had independent authority. Inspection rights within the sect, discovering and educating talent, supervising discipline as well… it was literally a position of one below, ten thousand above.

That’s why they couldn’t easily let go of someone who wanted to leave.

He knew far too many secrets of the Blood Sect.

This outcome was also a predetermined outcome.

Grand Elder Yeong Woon-seong slowly shook his head.

“Enough. Since the order has already been given, there’s nothing we can do. Even if you regret it later, you will die…”

“I have regretted, truly many things. I have.”

“…Are you interrupting me?”

“We’re strangers now, so can’t I interrupt a little? And among the regrets I’ve had, none are related to the Original Blood Sect. They’re all about the past.”

“…So that’s why you came here.”

“I have nowhere else to go except here.”

“Crazy bastard. The bastard child of Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace comes to that very Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace at his final moment to repent for his sins? That’s not even funny. Didn’t you destroy that Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace with your own hands?”

“I’m not repenting for sins. And there were good reasons to destroy it.”

“…”

“After the previous Palace Lord’s death, some strange bastard inherited that position and did all sorts of nonsense, so what could I do? I had to destroy it.”

Seol Woon-hwi swept his hair back.

“As the Grand Elder said, we have had affection, so I’ll make one final proposal for the very last time.”

“Ha. Is this your last words?”

“Not last words, but please listen first.”

Yeong Woon-seong gestured as if to say go ahead, and Seol Woon-hwi silently continued.

“Go back. For the 30 years of affection we shared together, I think this much is sufficient as compensation for that.”

“Yes, I understand well.”

“Are you going to leave?”

“Not a chance.”

Seol Woon-hwi’s words meant living as a fugitive for the rest of his life.

Yeong Woon-seong couldn’t do that.

Run away?

How could he live by just running away?

At most, two weeks.

He would surely be caught and killed within that time.

Yeong Woon-seong began drawing up Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, and Seol Woon-hwi raised his sword.

He had brought great benefits to the Blood Cult more than once or twice.

Moreover, he had properly raised disciples who would lead the Blood Cult in the future.

Seol Woon-hwi’s talent, which bloomed late, could truly be considered heaven-sent.

But since they kept trying to devour him, Seol Woon-hwi had no choice, and this was also the predetermined ending.

Cough.

Seol Woon-hwi, who had already reached his limit before coming here, coughed up blood. He didn’t even think to wipe it away.

They say life is like an arrow that has been shot.

Seol Woon-hwi knows it’s time for that arrow to reach its target.

The Innate True Energy remaining in his body began to boil up. Soon, all the energy he had cultivated throughout his lifetime gathered into a single point.

“Farewell, Grand Elder.”

As soon as Seol Woon-hwi finished speaking, Yeong Woon-seong shouted.

“Kill him—!”

The Blood Cult members kicked off from their positions.

The masters of the Five Realms of Martial God began calling down the energy of heaven all at once.

The sky descends.

They faced each other.

Even though his body was beckoned by death, the spirit that Seol Woon-hwi had built up over half a century remained unshaken.

The vigor from the day he conquered the world, the might from the moment he destroyed the halls of Heaven Gate and split the head of the Immortal Maitreya, and the dignity that made the elders of the Martial Alliance kneel.

The force that contained his entire life was not the kind that would be intimidated by such things.

Even though Yeong Woon-seong before him was on the verge of reaching Primordial Sole Existence, the final realm of the Five Realms of Martial God.

Even though Seol Woon-hwi’s physical condition was such that he could die from the slightest touch.

Fighting spirit is not affected by such things.

Strength enters his arms.

(The rebellious sword breaks the azure sky, all laws can be destroyed).

The sword of defiance shatters the heavens, so all laws can be destroyed.

(One sword pierces ten thousand generations, gods and demons all vanish).

One sword pierces through eternity, so even gods completely disappear.

Heaven-Defying Vast Sword.

One Vast Sword.

His sword, containing his entire life, was swung.

The sword light split the sky. Then the massive Ten Thousand Year Snow Mountain burst into wails, and energy tinged with blood passed through the ten-thousand-year ice and snow.

Slash—!!

A line was drawn across Yeong Woon-seong’s neck, and the four Blood Cult members who had flown in with him all had lines drawn across their waists.

The tremendous momentum they had unleashed.

Their energy that had pressed down on everything in Ten Thousand Year Snow Mountain.

And even Ten Thousand Year Snow Mountain beyond that.

Everything was split in half.

Craaaaaack—!!

A thunderous roar erupted and a blizzard whirled.

Seol Woon-hwi, who began to stagger, drove his sword into the ground and leaned his body against it like a cane.

There was no one left to listen.

No one at all.

When he shattered the Blood Stone, when he set fire to Peach Garden, even when he was called the most wicked great demon lord in the martial world.

He had not a single point of regret about such things.

This was certainly the truth.

But just once.

The regret about what he had done in the past was too great.

At first, he didn’t know.

What kept holding him back.

What that regret was that he couldn’t shake off even though he wanted to.

He realized its identity too late.

“I shouldn’t have run away back then…”

Ten Thousand Year Snow Mountain, split in half, collapses.

An avalanche was beginning.

The massive ice and snow that had endured for thousands of years, perhaps tens of thousands of years, roared as it poured down.

He didn’t avoid it. He didn’t even think of avoiding it.

The right to decide one’s final moment is very precious.

This place is his grave.

He accepted it.

His own death.

Because it was such a moment, he could pour out the words he had kept in his heart.

Because it’s a moment like this, it’s possible.

If.

Really if.

“If there were one more chance…”

The avalanche was approaching.

Long ago, he sees his father who was frightening and fearsome.

The supreme being of Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace.

The sky of Snow Palace.

He felt so sorry for the great nails he had driven into that person’s heart.

“I won’t run away then, Father. I will do what I must do in my place without regret…”

The avalanche completely swallowed Seol Woon-hwi. His body decomposed and his limbs were torn apart.

That’s when it happened.

A brilliant light flashed in the pouring avalanche. Seol Woon-hwi couldn’t see it. That jewel piercing into Seol Woon-hwi’s heart.

Thus, Seol Woon-hwi’s consciousness went out.

It was death.

Perhaps.

It could have been a beginning.

* * *

It was strange.

Following a peculiar feeling of being absorbed somewhere, tremendous pressure swept through his entire body.

Death.

So this is death.

Though he had overcome countless life-and-death situations while living, he didn’t know in detail what true death was like.

So this must be death.

My mind grows hazy and scatters.

The cultivation I’ve built up until now disperses, and my enlightenments scatter like wind.

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