Chapter 877 – Tower of Deep Dreams (Complete)
“Drink and shake?”
Words in a tone that seemed to deny reality came out from my dry lips, unable to hold back.
“Would you understand if I had to interpret and tell you every single word I said?”
“No, that’s not it… “It can’t be done.”
“What?”
“…”
“Body (body). Heart, energy. “What more do you want when you’re weak because you can’t take care of anything?”
Cheondo, covered in sweat from fatigue and pain, clenched his fists and closed his eyes tightly.
Blood flows down from the tight grip held by trembling hands.
“Understand the topic. You can’t do anything “It wasn’t enough to get up right away and train your mind and body, so wasn’t it you who was crawling around in that guy’s arms?”
“My father…”
Cheondo chanted in a strangled voice.
“The White Island and the Yellow Island… “He died.”
“Okay.”
“I’m not sure why… “Before that, are you saying something like that?”
“Do I look like I’m talking to you?”
Cheondo, who lowered his head, remained silent and opened his clenched fist and placed it on the floor.
The teardrops that formed on the high bridge of my nose fell on the floorboards, and my shoulders trembled as if they were covered in thin ice.
Taejin folded her arms and closed her eyes in front of her crying daughter.
The bitter smell of burning tobacco leaves.
-Jikkeun.
The fatigue from two massage sessions does not go away.
“Why-“
Cheondo’s trembling voice flowed mournfully, accompanied by heavy breathing.
“Why, everyone… “Are you leaving me?”
Who is the question directed at? Cheondo’s moans, unable to find the strength to squeeze his stuffy chest, filled the room.
“Peach blossoms bloom together and fall at the same time. “Didn’t you tell me?”
“…”
“Am I being greedy? Was it really that close to heaven that we just wanted to live together?”
Seeing his father motionless, Cheondo cried even harder.
The miserably prostrate body had no strength whatsoever.
“Is my original sin that deep? “I struggled to survive, and I only harmed people to save myself.”
“Even if I express my resentment, no one will understand.”
“… Aren’t they all dead, even the elders of the old faction…? . Jang Moon-in too. The blood that was chattering, my, my… All the relationships I had engraved in my heart… !”
A face that doesn’t know who it’s hurting.
“I could barely tie the two of you to this body. Why am I the only one who survived? The more you put it in, the more miserable it becomes. Why is it all flowing out? Why can’t heaven listen to a girl’s request?”
Even though she clenched her fists with all her might, her nails only managed to tear the skin.
Seeing the small amount of blood flowing, Cheondo felt the desperation of even the strength he had exerted and let out a sigh filled with resentment.
“Flaw… Flaw. Are you saying that I have to beg like a beggar to make it happen?”
“So, are you going to blame that guy?”
Cheondo swallowed his cries and raised his head with a miserable look.
The face of young Cheondo, who was hugging a dead rabbit and crying out of pity, appeared like a blemish in Taejin’s eyes.
“Your sister risked her life and fought against the tree to save Lee Si-heon.”
“How did you get that from your father…” .”
“Instead of risking his life, you just broke up with them. I just changed the two. Do you regret that choice?”
“…”
“I asked you if you regret saving the life of the man you love.”
Cheondo bowed his head. I guess that’s not what he meant.
Nevertheless, his gloomy face was so shameful that he turned his eyes away from his father.
“If it’s difficult to answer, don’t ask another question. Are those two going to regret saving Lee Si-heon?”
“No, it is.”
“What are you hesitating about? “You are just idle.”
“…”
“Your mind is eating away at you just as much as your weak body, so where can you find the right thoughts?”
Taejin spoke softly to Cheondo in a calm but dark tone.
“… If you leave it alone, that guy will die someday.”
“!”
“We are running towards destruction at a fast pace. “Would you let the man who protected you in exchange destroy himself?”
Cheondo’s pupils trembled violently, as if she had been hit on the head.
A feeling of despair creeps in. The eyes, trapped in helplessness and emptiness, wandered around. Unable to bear it, Cheondo lowered his eyelids and clenched his teeth.
“… Siheon, dying.”
“Come to your senses. There is still a lot of work that must be done.”
“Not that. Lee Si-heon is dying, what exactly does that mean… !”
Taejin frowned as Cheondo shouted so loudly that his ears fell off.
“… They say that the love you have for the first time lasts until the end.”
“… ?”
“That’s literally it. The essence of the spirit is dispersing faster than anyone else. As a lion, I don’t know where the ‘end’ he talks about is, but if there is no one to support him, it will collapse right away.”
If you stay depressed alone, you might lose another person.
The only person left in Cheondo.
Cheondo, who had stopped breathing, was trembling with guilt, unable to escape from the shock.
“Okay… Number.”
“Get up and walk. “I never taught you like that.”
“…”
It was as if my tear ducts had dried up and I no longer burst into tears.
Cheondo, who engraved the words on his chest, placed his hand on his chest and calmed his breathing.
A head that suddenly wakes up.
The reality that she could lose what was left of her pulled her back hard from her regret.
The mind that had been eroded by emotions came out from under the water, and I slowly regained my senses.
I guess love is big.
Taejin sighed and held her knee.
“It’s time to go.”
“… “Father.”
“I said everything I had to say. Stop crying and support the man who inherited you. Embrace new life and create more precious people. You must bear fruit.”
Cheondo sat down in shock at the weak appearance of Taejin, who had never spoken warm words to her, and couldn’t believe her ears.
Taejin stood up and stepped on the threshold. Cheondo stood up and caught up with the gesture as if he was about to leave.
“…”
“Let go.”
“What should I do?”
“It’s the path you have to find. “Don’t leave that path to others.”
Cheondo’s hands lost strength. Before Taejin turned her back and left, she stopped and looked at Cheondo’s face once more.
A pretty and beautiful face with traces of tears remaining.
In all her life, has she ever seen such a beautiful person?
Even looking at it objectively, Cheondo’s beauty was worthy of being called the best in the world.
“It’s useless.”
“… Yes?”
“Come here.”
Taejin’s mouth draws an arc. Her father’s hand stretched out timidly and embraced Cheondo, and she carefully stroked the back of his head.
How long has it been since I last hugged her daughter?
How long has it been since she was held in her father’s arms?
“… “Father.”
“Live. Please live. These are the only words my poor father will leave behind. No matter how harsh the wind blows, you can cross it.”
“… Why, suddenly.”
“If I think back, she never once told me she loved me.”
The words that reached me in circles touched my heart. Cheondo raised her arms and hugged Taejin without saying a word.
Without Hwangdo and Baekdo by her side, she sadly hugged her father’s arms alone.
* * * * * *
When she opened her eyes, she found herself on the hospital bed where she had always been lying.
Cheon-do, who remembered the vivid feeling of his father who did not let go of her until the end, got up from her bed and immediately cupped her forehead with his sweaty face.
‘…’
My mind was hazy. My swollen eyes were stinging, and there was no one around Cheondo.
TV turned off. Stacked videos. Comic book.
The leisure items gifted by Lee Si-heon and Alba were never used.
“Kolok.”
Lying down alone recovering is a hardship.
Cheondo thought as he held his feverish forehead. What on earth was that dream?
Even when I replayed the nightmare of that day, the contents of the dream have never remained so vivid.
Maybe the person in the dream really was… Wasn’t he the soul of his father who had already passed away?
‘… Was my father looking at me pitifully?’
As I looked under the bed, a light silhouette appeared around Cheondo.
Old memories passing by. The friendship that Cheondo developed while still a child living with her two sisters.
The two children who were flirting with him as if they were talking to him disappeared like snow melting before Cheondo’s eyes.
‘…’
The wise man spoke to Cheondo. After sufficient recovery, both personalities will definitely return.
However, while the body gradually recovered as time passed, it was also clear that the spirit of the two people showed no signs of returning.
‘Will I come back?’
I have to come back.
But.
‘… White peach, yellow peach.’
Someday, when those two come back. I couldn’t show such a pitiful appearance.
What if Lee Si-heon, who barely saved his life by wasting time while weakened, ends up dying again?
With what kind of face would you look at the two people who returned to this world?
Even if you fall into the afterlife…
It’s true that I don’t have the honor to see these two people.
‘I have to stand up again.’
Cheondo grabbed the bedsheet and stumbled to his feet.
After waking up, you have to give yourself a thorough massage and get up, but Cheondo, who overcame the dizziness, came out of his room and breathed calmly.
Lee Si-heon and his part-time job, in an empty house without a wiki.
Now, I shouldn’t be trapped in a place like this and hold on to my ankles, but rather, I should be the strength of those people.
‘… Because he is a teacher.’
They say he handed over his position to Lee Si-heon.
Even if I wanted to embrace him in an awkward way.
Since she taught him once, Lee Si-heon is her forever number one student.
Cheondo, who had calmed down her almost weakened heart, opened the closet and changed into his existing clothes.
-Whoop!
He wore a worn-out black dragon robe and held a hollow bear bag.
The hem of his clothes fluttered, pushing away the dust from the floor. The corners of his eyes that had been lowered rose like those of a tiger, and Cheondo, who had regained some courage, headed towards the entrance.
Shoes that were left unattended because I couldn’t go outside for a really long time.
Peach, who had tied up her hair and put her feet into her shoes to hide her scent, rubbed her red nose and nodded.
It’s been a really long time…
It’s like returning to childhood.
As if you were behind that person-
“… No.”
No. Cheondo, who had turned his back on the past, shook his head and returned to reality.
‘… Don’t hesitate.’
Just like you loved me too much.
I will do the same.
No matter what happens, I will protect my student. The man I love.
With a smile on the face of the man in my eyes, I slowly poured magical power into the barely matched danjeon.
-Wheewoowooung.
A soggy pain breaks the colic. Anxiety followed, as if I would collapse once more, but I forced myself to endure it and diligently poured all my mental power into regaining my strength.
* * * * * * * *
-Blah blah, blah blah!
A crack appeared in the dimension that was the foundation of the tower, and eventually, regardless of overcoming the ordeal, heaven and earth began to collapse due to huge external pressure.
The image of Shiva, who guarded the center, flashed and crossed the dimensional flow.
-Boom, boom boom!
Wiki, who is being pushed out, tears and cuts and pastes the space, blocking Shiva’s sword strike.
Two divine trees flowing in a rough torrent squeezed out their power and magic until one of them collapsed.
‘I’m unconscious.’
There was a small doll there that repeated destruction without reason.
A crazy tree that rushes in only to take Wiki’s head.
It seemed like white wings were fluttering over Shiva’s shoulders.
Angel… ?
Why can I feel an energy similar to a crown from her sister’s body?
-Blah blah blah!
Three pairs of split wings fluttered, and the blue power began to surge from Shiva’s sword.
A fierce force that will blow away not only the tower, but even the earth outside.
Wiki clenched his teeth and tightened his fist, forming the power of creation onto his hand and manifesting it.
The power of a context similar to knowledge implementation.
I don’t know why my sister has such strength, but her endurance is different.
– Creak.
‘Look at this.’
A pair of unconscious Shiva’s wings collapsed, and the pajama-shaped wing garment covering them began to break down into particles.
Wiki raised the holy spear in his hand and aimed it at Shiva’s heart.
If there had been a little more time, it might have been dangerous, but Wiki’s talent and power also contain infinite power.
-Fit!
The problem is that Wiki also has limitations in physical strength.
The moment he was about to shoot out the spear, Wiki’s eyes turned pitch black, as if the computer had been turned off.
His white hair turns black and becomes shorter. After letting out a short sigh, Wiki changed into the body of a child and was caught up in the torrent of his magical power.
‘Fuck you!’
The magic power of the two people, disintegrated with strong swear words, began to tear apart all the corridors connecting the dimensions.
All existing trials are exploding.
Destruction of the Tower of Dreams.
The space where Wiki and Shiva were struggling was filled with pure white light and exploded.
