Chapter 3: Heart pounding.

The hospital room was quiet and desolate as always.

–Swish.

The sound of drizzling rain faintly drifted in through the slightly open window.

Cheon Hye-rin had ordered her subordinates to leave, leaving her alone with him.

An unfamiliar emotion weighed heavily on her heart.

He would die someday. It was a fact she had known.

But… a great change of heart had occurred within her in a short period of time.
“1”
“1”

Yu Jin’s face, lying in bed, was pale, and his breathing was so weak that it could barely be heard.

The soft strands of hair scattered beside the pillow clung to his damp forehead.

A month had passed.

Her subordinates assured her that he would definitely wake up.

Soon, he would wake up.

He will wake up.

She repeated those thoughts.

She examined his wounds one by one. She had to find something that could distract her.

“
Cheon Hye-rin quietly sat beside his bed again today.

“…Yu Jin.”

His hand was only cold. His pulse was still felt, but her heart felt heavy.

For her, who had faced death on the battlefield every day without fail, these emotions were unfamiliar.

The last word kept lingering in her mind, making her chest strangely stuffy.

Cheon Hye-rin’s eyes had already been etched with too much blood and death, but this time beside him was even more painful and difficult to endure.

The tears that welled up in her eyes did not flow down, but simply lingered. She seemed to be enduring even this time in order to be with him. All her nerves were focused on his heavy breathing and the occasional trembling of his fingertips.

“…My dear.”

What should I do?

If, in the end, you don’t wake up.
“1” “

A man she may not be able to meet again in the future.

Cheon Hye-rin slapped her cheek hard.

In order not to be swayed by emotions any longer.

‘Control… I need to control myself.’

She raises her coldly hardened face once and calms her trembling breath.

Cheon Hye-rin was the leader. Even if one of her subordinates who protected her died, nothing would change.

She vividly sees his desperate fighting.

All of his wounds are deep. He endured countless fatal wounds that would have knocked him down with just one, and he clung to the enemies until the very end. Desperately.

-“I wonder what this man was thinking when he moved…. The more I see him, the more amazing he is.”

-“What…was the reason.”

-“This man. Even if we disregard the fatal wounds….. he took out and used the innate pure energy without thinking about the aftermath. It took a lot of effort to fix it… This could have really turned into a big problem.”

“That means….”

From the beginning… he had that intention.

The questions about his actions were being assembled like puzzles one by one in Cheon Hye-rin’s mind.
“1” “

Even the immediate wounds were deadly wounds.

Regardless of East or West, it is known as a taboo among Murim people.

The innate pure energy that is used when you have to do something that you must do right before you die…

-It’s a necessary thing.

A task that must be done.

To the point of giving up his own martial arts. For the purpose of protecting Cheon Hye-rin, she had to.

…In a situation where she was about to die. He creates a situation that seems like it had to be done.

-I…love…

Because.

There was someone very precious to him.

He used it solely under the idea of ‘love’.

Without hesitation.

Without a moment’s hesitation.

!!!!!!

Her breathing gradually becomes difficult.

She had to calm her panting breath while bowing her head.

‘Stop… I need to control myself.’

But. The feeling of finally giving up the initiative.

Is this the feeling of being conquered?

Body and mind taken hostage…

But she doesn’t even know what this man’s intentions were when he said those words.

Even the exact intention of why he muttered those words is just speculation, not certain.
“”
“…What was he thinking when he did that?”

Cheon Hye-rin barely opened her eyes and looked towards Yu Jin.

I had only thought that there was no reason to do that.

The answer that Cheon Hye-rin, who was biting her lip until blood came out, was thinking of.

The Sword Empress who fell in love with a man for the first time in her life.

-Love…

To love her.

Abandoning the opportunity to escape easily even though his whole body was breaking down…

Until the end, he covered her. Even while being pierced by a sword… he closed his eyes, only worrying about her safety.

“…!!!!

It hurts. My heart is beating so fast that it feels like it’s about to explode.

Her breathing quickens, and her heart is now pounding painfully.

She couldn’t say a word and looked at him.

Those memories tightened her heart, feeling like a pain ringing from the depths of her chest.

“…My dear, I…am in love.”

She says carefully.

Her heart, looking at his face, was beating painfully fast.

Cheon Hye-rin slightly lowered her head. Her breathing was getting faster again.

The heat rushes to the tips of her ears.

A warmth that is so hot that even she is surprised. Her head, which was only cold, becomes hot.

It felt like someone was pouring hot water on her head.

“No, this, I have, to do, when, you’re, awake.”

For herself.

A man who did everything.

Now that she has come to understand what he did for her, she could not take her eyes off him.

Her heart was still pounding for him. Not stopping for a moment, continuing, deeper and deeper.

“…I’ve fallen for you.”

At that moment, Cheon Hye-rin instinctively realized.

From now on, every time she encounters this man, she will feel these emotions.

The face reflected in the mirror was very different from her usual face.

A face she had never seen in her life. Her own face, completely flushed red without a single white spot.

Not the face of the Sword Empress, but a country girl completely in love.

But Cheon Hye-rin bit her lip and barely shook off those thoughts.

This was not the time to have such impressions.

But-

The next day, her resolve was overshadowed, and she was swayed by that man.

“He… woke up?”

Cheon Hye-rin slowly raised her hand and placed it over her chest.

Her expression changed strangely at the burning heat.

I have to calm down. But it was impossible.

Her heart was pounding even more than that.

The pounding heart tormented Cheon Hye-rin.

Vitality sprang up in her chest, which had felt like a big hole until just now.

She missed his voice, which had fought for her and whispered love at the very end.

She staggered up from her seat as if possessed and went to find him.

She wondered if her face looked strange.

Her unusually long eyelashes fluttered today.

Very much.

She was looking forward to meeting him.

Her burning ear tips were flushed. Her face was flushed.

Still with a complex face.

The people around her were looking up at her with quite surprised expressions, but Cheon Hye-rin couldn’t even think of paying attention to them.

Um.

It hurts.

My whole body hurts.

My arms are heavy.

What does this mean?

“….Ah.”

Sh*t.

This is an unfamiliar ceiling.

I still haven’t gone back.

I fell into the Demonic Cult.

And I almost died as soon as I fell.

To be exact, I came back to life after dying.

All that came to me after belatedly realizing the reality was fear.

I quietly looked at the ceiling and thought.

What should I do?

It happened.

I have a vivid memory of everything I did, but.

Would that change anything?

I’m now, in a character who’s in the test server, let alone the original game.

Demonic Divine Art.

Demonic Sword Supreme.

There was no doubt that I had mastered two peerless martial arts.

‘Because the name they called me was the same.’

But I didn’t really know how to use them.

Even at the moment of death, they didn’t react. If I could have used them, I would have swept away the enemies long ago.

A world where most of the strategies I know don’t work.

I got two crazy martial arts, but they are useless because I can’t use them.

‘…It’s not a Munchkin genre or a Possession genre!’

F*ck.

But it wasn’t a complete start from 0.

I wonder how much the level is… roughly.

Transcendent? It’s about that much. Because that’s what the movement was like.

‘Even at the time… I managed to defeat those guys somehow.’

I wasn’t absolutely weak.

First of all, my body was instinctively used to the sword.

And I was strong. It’s because I invested a little in strength and stamina to work hard to get strong martial arts in the early stages.

Because I possessed the character I created… I was able to deal with ordinary guys.

After all, I managed to escape in the rain.

It’s a pretty special morning.

‘Day 1 in the Murim world.’

But a smile doesn’t bloom.

It was no different than me being kidnapped in the heart of the enemy’s lair.

The Demonic Cult, where transcendent masters and flower-like beauties are scattered everywhere.

Even right next to the room of the final boss of this game, the Sword Empress.

The right way to do things was to figure out how to get back somehow.

At this rate, wouldn’t I just be suffering for nothing?

I definitely just turned on the game, but I was drawn in and faced a crisis of death, and I wasn’t the kind of person who would just brush it off and say, ‘Ah. I’m f*cked.’

The reason why I’m trying to escape like this is…

That’s because it’s impossible to seduce figures like the Sword Empress in the early stages of this game.

It’s normal for her not to give you a glance, let alone a favorability.

And if you force a gift on her or show any signs of trying to make her yours? That’s immediately execution. Game over. You just die.

I was confident that I would survive if it were in the game.

But, I committed all sorts of things with such a woman.

The only good thing is… to quickly develop martial arts by using the information of the game.

There’s no way the game and reality are the same.

Murim is Murim.

It is a world of the survival of the fittest strong.

A world completely separated from everyday society, where life is lost in a moment of carelessness.

‘……If the future I know doesn’t change. I wonder if I can save my life through negotiations somehow.’

Demonic Cult.

The Murim people of the Central Plains fear them, and even those who praise her strength and beauty in the Saeoe Murim.

And the Sword Empress is the owner of that place.

That means that the woman I touched yesterday is that great.

“Hmm…”

I guess there’s nothing but death?

The guys who were chasing me… or, to be exact, the guys who were chasing the Sword Empress were Jeongpa guys who came down from the Imperial Family.

Thinking about the timing, it must have been the early stages.

The story itself doesn’t change much. The Sword Empress was added to it. That’s all… but it might be a different problem than me being there.

‘…For now, meeting the Sword Empress right away is dangerous.’

It was then.

I hurriedly got up as I heard the commotion outside.

The door opens slightly.

Sword Empress.

Unleashing peerless swordsmanship, killing me with fire in her eyes when she sees me…

The woman I shouldn’t meet the most.

She came to find me.

“My dear, have you woken up? Excuse me for a moment.”

“1”
“1”

The Sword Empress entering through the door.

Unusually long eyelashes, a face with an unusual beauty.

I don’t know why, but I can see the tips of her ears flushed red.

The atmosphere of her entering through the door was unusual.

“I, I came right away because I had something to say to you.”
“1” “

‘Something to say? To me? A woman who has no business with me?’

Am I going to die again?