The Heavenly Demon Destroys the Tower - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64
“Mother is a demon herself? What on earth do you mean by that?”
“I couldn’t believe it either. Your mother—anyone could see she was a good person.”
Father was right about that.
Mother Yu Yi-su bore no resemblance whatsoever to the image of a “demon.”
The disappearance itself.
—Kang-han, Mom finally found a place with real power.
—I’ll be gone for a few days. Once I come back from there, my son will definitely be healed!
She’d set out to find miraculous medicine for her son’s sake, and that was all it had seemed.
But still.
‘What I experienced in the First Tower had always bothered me.’
That voice—mother’s voice—demanding I reach Stat 20, forcing death upon me.
Though back then, I hadn’t believed that voice truly belonged to my mother.
The moment I touched the furniture in the house, the First Tower portal opened.
As stranger things kept happening.
What Father was saying now didn’t sound entirely absurd.
“You don’t seem particularly shocked.”
“I’d like to hear your reasons first.”
“You’ve grown composed. Yes, I had proof. The first was the Demon Blood Seal left in my body.”
A Demon Blood Seal?
“You had something like that in your body?”
“I didn’t know until that being shone their light upon me. When the radiance spread, that’s when a bloodred pattern appeared across my body. That being told me this kind of seal could only be made if a demon worked alongside you directly, over a long period of time.”
With that, Jun-il pulled out his phone.
He showed Kang-han a photograph.
From his face down through his entire upper body, crimson-red tattoos were inscribed.
Part of the area around his chest had been erased.
But the rest was densely covered in inverted-cross patterns.
“This must be that Blood Seal?”
“Yes. It appeared the first time I was exposed to the light. Only the region near the heart was gone.”
“But what did this thing actually do?”
“That being said we’d only know once we caught whoever drew the seal.”
“Hmm…”
It made sense—one would be terrified if suddenly your whole body was covered in bloodred seals after being exposed to a Celestial Being’s light.
“That being kept me at their side and removed the seal for me. Beyond that, they kindly said once I’m fully healed, they would look after my son as well.”
“Me too?”
“Yes. When I told them about you, they said the demon’s target might be ‘you’—children born between demon followers and humans had their Tower Syndrome spontaneously healed, but you’ve continued to suffer from it, they said.”
No wonder communication had been so poor when he went to the States.
All of this had been happening beneath the surface.
“Ah, right. How is your Tower Syndrome now? Does it still remain?”
“It disappeared after my Cheonma Body Constitution rank increased. I suspect it’s connected to this ability somehow.”
“I see…”
Jun-il nodded slowly.
Kang-han posed a question to him.
“But isn’t it hasty to conclude that Mother is a demon simply because this seal appeared?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“The demon who created the seal could be someone else entirely. Mother’s youthful appearance is one possibility to consider, but it could just be that—her natural appearance.”
Kang-han himself knew there were suspicious circumstances surrounding his mother.
But listening to everything Father had said so far.
It seemed premature to definitively conclude his mother was a demon.
And yet.
“Son, surely you’re not suggesting that being’s words were mistaken?”
At hearing this, Jun-il’s eyes widened with alarm.
“Child, that being is always right. We need only obey their words faithfully—we must never dare to question them.”
So evidence of that degree wasn’t enough? He couldn’t even raise a counterargument?
Watching the hard set jaw and the expression brimming with conviction.
Kang-han felt deeply how much his father had changed.
“I never thought a man who was an atheist would become such a devoted believer.”
“I’ve seen a Celestial Being—how could I not believe in God? How could you look upon that being and still harbor doubt?”
“…”
“Yes, perhaps it’s for the best. As your father, I cannot stand by and watch my son descend into hell…”
And then, abruptly, Lee Jun-il broached the subject of religion.
In his gaze and tone, an intensity of faith became evident.
“Jun-il, what’s the matter?”
Blaet, who had been kneeling in prayer moments before, approached.
“Ah, forgive me. It pains me to say that my son has taken issue with your words.”
“How can that be? Even after meeting you, such doubts still linger?”
Blaet regarded Lee Kang-han with bewilderment.
“Still, we can save the missionary work for another time. It seems we ought to be heading up now.”
“Understood.”
He glanced at his watch.
Then smiled at Lee Kang-han and pointed upward with his finger.
“Shall we head up? The journalists are no doubt waiting with bated breath.”
Lee Jun-il translated the remark for those nearby.
He’d claimed interpretation wouldn’t be necessary when they arrived, yet here his father was, handling that duty himself.
“Understood.”
Following Blaet’s suggestion, Lee Kang-han made his way toward the elevator.
Along the way, Blaet spoke with him.
“So you didn’t accept him as a Constellation? Ah, if you accept a Constellation, the Rank of your Cheonma Body Constitution would diminish. That’s truly unfortunate.”
“Regarding the items you received—I do hope that only you keep them. Given that his work is strictly confidential, I’d prefer that information remain undisclosed as much as possible.”
“As Jun-il has surely told you, demons are real. Should his whereabouts become known, there’s no telling what kind of interference might follow. I must ask for your discretion.”
Regretting that Lee Kang-han had declined the Constellation’s sponsorship from the Celestial Being,
Blaet pleaded several times that this information not be made public.
“I’ll handle it that way. I’ll simply say I received some fine items from a secret vault.”
“Thank you. Ah, we’ve arrived already.”
The elevator doors opened on the first floor.
Click, click!
Cameras flashed from every direction as the journalists, already positioned and ready, sprang into action.
“Who is that person?”
“Is he with FIPA?”
Lee Jun-il had stepped into the camera frame as well,
but the journalists’ attention quickly shifted, centering wholly on Lee Kang-han.
Blaet took in the scene,
then bade farewell to Lee Kang-han.
“I hope we can speak again next time, in a constructive direction.”
And following suit, Lee Jun-il added,
“Let’s make time later and listen to some Scripture together, shall we?”
With that declaration of his determination to convert his son,
he followed Blaet away.
‘Good grief.’
A father like that was hard to get used to.
Lee Kang-han wore a wry smile
when Shin Yu-ri and her party, who had been waiting on the first floor, approached.
“So that was you, then—who was that person?”
“My father.”
“Oh, your father? He works for FIPA?”
“I only found out today myself. Whether it was kept secret or not, he didn’t reach out much before now.”
“I see.”
Shin Yu-ri’s eyes widened as she looked between Lee Kang-han and Lee Jun-il in turn.
Lee Kang-han regarded her thoughtfully.
‘Come to think of it, didn’t Yu-ri escape Tower Syndrome?’
Then one of her parents must carry demonic essence.
Management Bureau Director Shin Gyeong-cheol didn’t have such an unnaturally youthful appearance.
‘So it must be her mother, then.’
He’d have to ask her about it if the opportunity arose.
As Lee Kang-han considered this,
Shin Yu-ri said, “Shall we head to the press conference room? I’ll screen out any sensitive questions about the contract, so feel free to answer comfortably.”
“Understood.”
He followed her toward the press conference room.
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[Lee Kang-han Becomes First Korean to Receive Solo Award from FIPA.]
Lee Kang-han answered that he’d received satisfactory compensation, but kept the details of the item to himself.
Decision to return to Korea immediately after the awards ceremony. Is Lee Kang-han staying in Korea?
President Alfred posted on SNS that he regretted Lee Kang-han’s departure.
-Why is FIPA being so petty about this?
-For real, why hide the special item like that lol just show us together
-I was starving for dopamine… the Celestial Being took forever choosing an item and then wouldn’t answer most questions at the press conference
-Still, returning to Korea the same day is good news though?
-Lol I thought he was gonna just plant himself there and live
-I’m satisfied with just that lol
A special awards ceremony held by FIPA.
Until Lee Kang-han’s arrival, expectations had run high.
But once the ceremony actually began, ordinary viewers felt disappointed.
And for good reason.
They hadn’t seen in real time which item Lee Kang-han had chosen.
At the press conference, he’d maintained a consistent “no comment” on matters of contracts and items.
As for the man himself—
‘Still doesn’t feel real.’
The Celestial Being he’d seen in the FIPA basement.
And the information he’d heard from his father—his mind was spinning with it all.
-Father’s at FIPA? Should we postpone our return, then?
Learning that her father was at FIPA,
Shin Yu-ri had asked if they should push back their departure.
Father: Something urgent came up. I won’t be able to leave for a while.
Father: Your original plan was to fly out today, right? Don’t go rearranging things just for me. Head back as scheduled.
Father: I’ll likely be heading to Korea again soon anyway. We’ll see each other then.
After the press conference ended,
Lee Kang-han received contact from his father and decided to head back to Korea right away.
On the flight home,
seated in his chair, Lee Kang-han thought about what awaited him after his return.
‘First thing—I’ll need to enter the First Tower.’
The Celestial Feathers the Celestial Being had given him.
The ability to fly seemed tailor-made for the Abyss Sea map.
‘But if they said I’d definitely need it… does the Celestial Being know about the First Tower too?’
Even though he’d chosen a sword instead of ten feathers,
the Celestial Being had still pressed two additional feathers into his hands.
That confidence—that he’d absolutely need this item—made him wonder if there was something more the being understood.
‘I’ll scout around with the Water-Skimming Technique first, and if I hit a dead end, I’ll use the feathers.’
While Lee Kang-han was mulling over strategies for the Abyss Sea,
“So what item did you get, Celestial Being? Can’t you at least tell us? We’re among friends, aren’t we?”
Shin Dong-seok, sitting in the row behind, blurted the question out directly.
“Uncle! FIPA asked me to keep quiet about it.”
“Oh, you’re just gonna use it in the Tower anyway! What’s the harm in me knowing a little? Come on, between us.”
“Between us? Uncle, what kind of relationship do you and Celestial Being have?”
“What do you mean? We’re on good terms, aren’t we? We’re both Players.”
“Uncle, you’re on good terms with everyone.”
“Ah, come on! Stop needling me.”
Watching the two of them bicker, Lee Kang-han let out a quiet laugh.
He had no intention of revealing the feathers on Tower Tube.
As for the sword—he’d be using it constantly anyway, so there was no harm in mentioning it.
“It’s an A+ sword.”
“A+?? Come on, they didn’t give you anything that special! Is FIPA really that stingy?”
“A+ is plenty good. Swords are expensive, remember—high demand for weapons.”
“Still… come on, a Celestial Being ought to at least get SS-rank and some real backing. All that fanfare and then this ranking?”
Shin Dong-seok grumbled on, complaining about why such a confidentiality order had been issued over an A+ grade.
“The options were a perfect match for me personally. I’m satisfied with it.”
“Well, if you say so…”
Finding little grounds to object when the man himself was content,
Shin Dong-seok dropped the subject entirely, though not without muttering.
As Lee Kang-han watched the two of them, he remembered a question that had occurred to him before.
Whether Shin Yu-ri’s mother also looked young—and he decided to ask.
“Ah, but Miss Yu-ri, there’s something I’ve been wondering about.”
“Something you’re wondering?”
“Is it possible your mother looked young for her age?”
“……What?”
Shin Yu-ri blinked at the abrupt question.
“What’s this sudden talk about looking young? And to ask it about someone who’s already passed away?”
Shin Dong-seok spoke with his arms crossed.
He mentioned that Shin Yu-ri’s mother had already died.
The Cheonma Shatters the Tower (Serialized)
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