hotmtlnovel Chapter 161
Chapter 161
When a small woman wearing a hood approached, Ha Eung Eung felt a sense of doubt.
"That person is Eve Christina, the war hero from Eastern Europe, also known by the codename 'Saint.' She’s an Ascended," Min Woo-sung introduced grandly.
However, in contrast to the extravagant introduction, Eve's first impression was simply cute.
Could this small, seemingly harmless girl really be the war hero they spoke of?
Sssss.
When Eve removed her hood, her long blonde hair spilled out like a waterfall.
Upon seeing her hair, which shone brilliantly in the light, along with her clear blue eyes and porcelain skin, Ha Eung Eung felt a beauty beyond cuteness.
However, even then, her beauty seemed distant from that of a war hero.
Sssss.
As Eve’s clear eyes met Ha Eung Eung’s, it felt as though she was sinking into a deep lake.
Only then did Ha Eung Eung feel an emotion beyond mere admiration for her beauty.
The emotion was... longing.
"Sister, would you live with me at the North Sea Ice Palace?"
The little princess of the North Sea Ice Palace.
Another patient of the Gu Eum Jeol Maek (the illness of blood stagnation) that Ha Eung Eung had encountered in the martial world.
"Sometimes, I become afraid. Even if we find the elixir, there is only one person who can consume it. Will we still be able to rely on each other, like we do now?"
They were companions who had supported each other in search of a cure for Gu Eum Jeol Maek, hunting magical beasts together while finding solace in each other’s presence.
"I remember the devotion, love, and friendship you showed me. Maybe that’s why, now, I feel your life is more precious to me than my own."
She could have taken the internal energy, but instead, she used the unique martial art Gyeok Che Jeon Gong (an exchange of internal energy) to pass her own internal energy onto Ha Eung Eung, saving her life.
It was one of the bonds she had to sever, sending her away beyond the realm of life and death, beyond this world.
"Bing So So."
The name she had forgotten for so long came flooding back in a rush, like a waterfall.
"!"
Bing So So looked at her with a surprised expression, then extended her hand with concern.
"Are you alright? Is there anywhere you are feeling unwell?"
Ha Eung Eung shook her head.
Through the tears she had wiped away, the face that had once belonged to Bing So So now looked like a stranger.
[For a moment, I remembered someone.]
"It's a bond I’ve let go of. Have you mourned enough?"
[That’s what I believed. But perhaps it wasn’t enough.]
The Saint’s heart was so pure, beautiful, and noble that Dashman felt even more regretful.
‘Half of these guys are just freeloaders on association subsidies. I don’t want someone like you spending your precious life for people like them!’
The desire to speak up was overwhelming.
The viewers in the chat felt the same way.
But they couldn’t say it.
They didn’t want to disappoint the Saint.
They wanted to repay her nobility.
The Ascended of a distant land, those who would become the new generation of the world she had protected.
They wanted to shout that they were strong. They were worthy.
They wanted to show it, prove it.
"I’ve never seen Dashman look so manly.""Hey, don’t insult the ‘resolve of a man.’""From now on, ‘Fool’ is my brother.""I never knew Dashman was a man.""From now on, I’m no longer just a subscriber; Dashman and I are one. Any attack on Dashman is an attack on me."
The resolve of a man.
That intense will was conveyed without words.
In the clenched fist,
In the veins that popped,
In the white knuckles from holding too tight,
In the tightly clenched lips,
In the eyes holding back tears,
In the bowing head of a man.
The viewers could feel it through the headcam,
They could see Dashman’s image reflected in the mirror,
And they felt the sincerity of a man,
The pride of a Korean.
That burning resolve was captured in clips.
It spread through the many personal streams of the Ascended who attended the interview.
Everyone understood the Saint’s heart for the tournament,
And everyone understood why Dashman couldn’t stop her.
"Mugeon Geomgaek, we want to hold the martial arts tournament!"
"We want to participate in the martial arts tournament!"
"We’ll do our best to minimize casualties and show our strength!"
The full story of the tournament’s establishment, which wasn’t shown on the public broadcast,
Was felt by one man even as the powerful cries echoed through the air.
Just moments ago, the participants in the interview seemed far from serious.
Min Woo-sung, who had felt nothing but annoyance and jealousy toward others, was now overcome with emotion as he read the minds of the changed participants.
‘One person’s noble heart has drawn out the sincerity of one man, and that man’s sincerity has earned the agreement of all the participants.’
Indeed, she was worthy of being called a Saint,
And worthy of serving as the Saint’s attendant.
"Ujiu, seeing their resolve, what do you think about giving them a chance?"
"But... it will burden the Saint too much. No matter how much she wants it..."
"If we gather medical staff to prevent the excessive use of the Saint’s abilities, that will solve the problem. Didn’t we recruit medical staff recently?"
The emergency contact system was already in place.
At Min Woo-sung’s words, Ujiu recalled the contact network.
[Even now, will you report this to Gyeong Seok?]
"It’s unavoidable, now that things have progressed this far. I did try to stop it."
With Ujiu’s final surrender, the collection of medical staff was actively supported, and no one could stop the martial arts tournament.
Thus, the opening of the second Mugeon Geomgaek Martial Arts Tournament began.