Murim Login Chapter 991

Login Murim Episode 991

It is no longer special for me to be caught up in some kind of dream whenever I lose consciousness or fall into a deep sleep.

Just as someone said that dreams are the window to the mind, the worries and remaining memories that I could not shake off were bound to be mixed up and combined and revealed as an illusion called a dream.

In the end, everything in this world has a cause or reason, and dreams are no different.

okay.

It was definitely like that.

At least from what I knew. But why…

‘Why am I dreaming like this?

In blurry vision, I slowly blinked.

It’s just hazy.

Unlike other dreams that were frighteningly vivid, I couldn’t even properly distinguish the illusions surrounding me.

However, the next moment, I suddenly heard someone’s voice. Even though it was too late, I was able to recognize the identity of this vagueness.

– Boy, you look very sleepy.

Sleepy.

I finally recognized that fact and raised my head.

No, the expression ‘heard’ might be more accurate.

Because the movement of my eyes that had been blinking from the beginning, the nodding of my head now, and the voice that came out between my quivering lips at this moment were not done by my will.

-Yeah, I’m sleepy.

The voice was muffled, as if it had been submerged in water, but it would do one thing.

Now I am a child.

A child who is so young that whining doesn’t feel awkward at all.

One question was resolved, but a new question filled the void.

Who is the man with the unfamiliar voice who is listening to the child’s whining?

It’s a voice I’ve never heard before.’

The voice is not like a resident registration card, and you may not recognize it right away when you hear it, but if it’s someone who appears in your dreams, you should be familiar with it.

But everything was unfamiliar to me now.

The voice heard in the hazy field of vision is also an illusion that is played slowly, like an IV screen covered in noise.

And by listening to the child’s words that flowed from lips that were not mine, Sunsa was able to realize the identity of the unknown unfamiliarity.

– father. Can I sleep?

If I had been able to speak out loud of my own volition, I would have let out a sigh without realizing it.

Because the truth I faced was so surprising and incomprehensible.

‘Father?’

no. That can’t be possible.

Even if I turned the drawer of my oldest memories upside down and shook it, these memories did not exist.

My father’s voice, which remained in my mind vaguely, was completely different from the man’s voice I heard in my blurry vision.

So this is.

‘It’s not my memory.’

At that time, an unknown chill ran down my spine.

The voice of an unfamiliar man called father pierced my ears.

– Have a nice dream. my son

A warm hand stroking your hair and a friendly tone.

As the vision quickly plunged into darkness, the man’s last words rang out.

– ······ah.

Although it was blurry, I heard it clearly.

A father’s voice to his son. That name.

And that moment when the thoughts in my head stopped due to an unexpected shock. Wow.

The light pouring down beyond the pitch-black darkness enveloped the child in a deep sleep.

No, me.

* * *

If someone were to ask me what the first thing I see whenever I regain consciousness, I would say the ceiling.

Or the image of Hyuk Moo-jin asleep and snoring in a corner of the room in the name of protecting the law, or the face of Jeokcheon-gang who stayed by my side until I woke up.

But this time, nothing worked.

Huh, wow.

I raised my upper body as if it were bouncing on a spring and took a deep breath.

Is this what it would be like if you were on the verge of suffocation?

My vision, which I had finally regained, was like melting candle wax, and various voices coming from all directions echoed in my ears like thunder.

“Medicine King… come! hurry!”

“······Blind man, captain!”

“What is this…!”

Is it still a dream? Or reality?

It was a time when, in a situation where I couldn’t distinguish anything, I, caught in confusion, kept shaking off the approaching touches as if by instinct.

Someone’s firm hand grabbed my shoulder.

Suddenly.

Even during this time, the strong power is clearly felt.

Along with the slight pain that resulted, an unknown warmth was transmitted through the hand.

Wow.

My body, which had been extremely rigid, became soft and relaxed.

It was only then, belatedly, that I was able to realize who the polar yang energy flowing down along the blood path known to only two people in this vast world belonged to.

“······Noya.”

With the breath I had been holding and the one word I let out, a very familiar voice came back.

“Just stay there for a moment, just for a moment.” I followed Jeokcheon-gang’s words and closed my eyes.

At this moment, I recognized that the place where I exist is not an illusion but reality, and I gradually calmed down the non-stop beating of my heart.

How much time has passed like that?

When I finally opened my eyes, I was able to face a quiet yet clear world.

A familiar face looking at me with worried eyes

“You seem like a fool. Are you finally coming to your senses?”

To Jeokcheongang’s suddenly thrown question, he hesitated for a moment and then answered.

“To some extent.”

“It means not yet.”

“Could you please just hit me hard?”

“what?”

“once. “Just once, without any pretense, with sincerity.”

“please.”

Seeing my request with a stern face, my enemy, Cheon Gang, sighed and raised his fist. “OK. I get it.”

Hwareuk.

The white flames that arose in an instant engulfed my tightly clenched fist and burned.

I calmly opened my mouth as I watched him try to shoot out a single second of his powerful, annihilating flame.

“Limcheong is hot.”

“What kind of nonsense is this? Normally, all of our Yeolhwamun martial artists are like that.”

“I can feel the heat, so I’m sure I’ve come to my senses.” Jeokcheongang shook his head.

“In Nobu’s eyes, it’s still there.”

“Now that I think about it again, I think it’ll be okay.”

“Do it sincerely.

“It wasn’t to this extent.” “When do you even ask for a favor?”

“If you were serious about doing this, you should have refused at least three times. Isn’t that polite?”

“Is this crazy guy? Is the old man a hero? “Stop teasing me and hit me straight.”

Contrary to what he said, Jeokcheongang raised his fist and lifted his hand, and the water bottle that was on the table next to the bed flew out like a shot.

“What are you doing? “Without getting wet from the neck down”

“thank you.”

I emptied the full water bottle in one go without even taking a breath.

As the cold water soothed my dry throat, I felt like I could finally breathe.

“Whoa,

“Why are you finally able to tell if it’s a dream or if it’s real?”

“To some extent.”

In response to the same answer as when he first woke up, Jeokcheongang clenched his fist again.

“now?”

“······Wow, live! Very raw! The whole world is beautiful! “I’m so happy to be alive!”

“good. “Now, finally, Nobu has returned to the naked body he once was.”

“Wasn’t it a little while ago?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know? “As soon as he woke up, as if he couldn’t tell the world, he started a riot, so we sent everyone out.”

“hmm.”

Now that I think about it, I think that may have been the case. I was struggling in such great confusion that I instinctively reached out and tried to hold on.

Because I shook it off.

Moreover, undeniable evidence was laid out before my eyes.

“It’s a mess.”

As I muttered while looking at the shattered fragments that had lost their original shape, Jeokcheongang nodded loudly in agreement.

“It’s so shit.”

“Did I do this too?” “Half right, half wrong.” “Those words…

“Your eldest brother caused a ruckus. The big thing is so distracting that it brings tears to my eyes.

I keep holding on so much that I can’t get out. “Nobu had no choice but to do it himself.”

I looked at the Jeokcheon River with my eyes wide open.

“Did you kill him?”

“Do you want me to kill you first?”

“Ano, it’s just a joke.”

“Not Nobu.”

”oh”

If it were like a long time ago, you would have counted while holding on to a rope equipped with dynamite, but not anymore.

Seeing me laughing without any response, Jeokcheongang clicked his tongue slightly.

“Damn it. “I think Nobu is such a piece of shit now.”

“Uh-huh, you’re ticking again. “You know everything.” “You don’t know anything, what is it?”

A sharp question added to the blurred words.

I opened my mouth, feeling my spine becoming damp with cold sweat.

“It’s simply a dream.”

“What kind of nightmare was it?”

“no. Rather than a nightmare… I don’t know. It was a strange dream that I can’t describe.

I suddenly frowned at the strange feeling I felt while answering. ‘what?’

The situation is somehow familiar.

However, the feeling of déjà vu that came over me in a split second was erased by the serious voice of Jeokcheongang that followed.

“Tell me more. “It could be that the evil spirit is a trace of the spirit that resides within you.”

After shaking off a moment of hesitation, I answered.

“Probably not. “It was just a memory.”

“Unfortunate memories can also become traces of the mind. Nobu also saw people who were caught up in the past and ultimately faced destruction.”

I also know what Jeokcheongang is worried about.

To put it in modern terms, it could be said to be a type of trauma.

What a martial artist needs to break free of his limitations and reach the highest level is not only strong agility and martial arts.

Mental enlightenment obtained through the training of imagery.

Whether it is good or evil, only by gaining your own enlightenment can you be qualified to continue walking that path.

And in this process, the disease of the mind that cannot be healed and is stained is truly fatal for those who have entered the stage of training in imagery.

‘Noah 7} Jo Pil. No, just like I suffered from old age right after I lost Jang Cheon.’

Therefore, it was by no means an overreaction for Jeokcheongang to approach it so seriously.

The world knows that the Fire King, Jeokcheongang, has a temper comparable to that of an infernal fire, but inside he is hidden the prudence and wisdom that he has honed over many years.

But this time, I was able to affirm Jeokcheon-gang’s opinion without hesitation.

“It’s not Simma.”

Staring at Jeokcheongang, whose face hardened at the confident words, I continued speaking slowly.

“Because the memory I saw in my dream was not mine to begin with.”

“It’s not yours. “What is that?” Before I knew it, I had taken a shaky breath.

And, at the same time, I woke up.

In an infinitely hazy dream world, a man’s voice vaguely penetrated the ears of a child falling into a deep sleep. No, another father’s voice.

– Have a nice dream. Our son…Taekyung.

It was my memory, but at the same time it was the memory of someone I could not help but call ‘you’.

Jin Tae-gyeong, the three princes of the Taewonjin family.

A shame to the family and the original owner of this body.