I’m Here to End This Fight - Chapter 442



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Episode 442. A masterpiece (3)
At first, Teresia just blinked blankly, not knowing what May meant.

But soon he realized what that meant and shook his head.

“That’s not it.”

“Hmm… … .”

May’s eyes slightly turned pale at Teresia’s answer.

But that was only for a moment.

“Is that so?”

“yes.”

“I see.”

May changed the subject with an ambiguous remark.

“Anyway, what’s that kid up to these days? I haven’t seen him at all these days.”

A few weeks ago.

Yuri, who had disappeared for a while saying she was going somewhere, showed up five days later.

That day, the Gols turned over noisily.

It was because of the dragon bone that Yuri had cut.

And the reason why Yuri hasn’t been seen often these days is because of that Dragon Bone.

“Yuri is busy.”

“What are you so busy with? You don’t even come to argue with me these days.”

Recently, Yuri has been wandering around so much that we haven’t even been able to see each other’s faces.

Teresia answered May’s question.

“He’s been doing business these days.”

“Business? Did that kid have anything to sell to the Goljok?”

“Yes, Dragonborn.”

“huh?”

May tilted her head as if she didn’t quite understand.

“Dragonbone? The one in the underground labyrinth?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“You’re selling dragon bones? They originally belong to the Gol tribe?”

The contract that Yuri and Sowol’s mercenary group made with the Gol tribe was only for escort during the labyrinth exploration.

Everything obtained from exploring the labyrinth ultimately belongs to the Gol tribe.

This was no different for Dragonborn.

But you’re selling it to the Gols?

It was something that May couldn’t understand at all.

Teresia nodded, as if understanding her aunt’s reaction.

“To be exact, we are not selling the dragon bone itself, but the value of the labor that cuts it.”

“So what you’re saying is… you’re being paid to cut down dragon bones?”

“that’s right.”

“Is that profitable?”

“It’s a problem because it’s going too well.”

The day I first cut the dragon bone.

Yuri deliberately did not cut all of the dragon bones.

Instead, he cut off a chunk of dragon bone similar in size to the one he had given to Do-cheol and handed it over to the Meisters in front of many of the Gols.

It was only natural that the Meisters, who had gotten their hands on the legendary material, as well as other Gol tribe members, were excited.

And to the cries of the Goljok, “Why is this all you have?!”, “Why did you only cut this from that big dragon bone?”, Yuri answered as follows.

[With my mouth closed?]

May Winchester has not yet fully recovered.

Right now, the only being within the Sleepless Castle who could cut down the Dragon Bone was Yuri.

Of course, once Mei was fully healed, he could have asked her to cut down the Dragonbone, but Yuri used that to his advantage instead.

[Once that lady is fully recovered and the dragon bone is cut off… then it will probably become the common property of the Gol tribe and be distributed fairly, right?]

After that, he quietly spread a rumor within the Gol tribe.

[But if you use me, you can get your hands on the Dragonborn before anyone else.]

Added to that is an even more secret rumor.

[People can make mistakes, so… the size of the cut chunks might be slightly different, right?]

However, mistakes come with a price.

Of course, this did not mean that Yuri, who made a mistake, would pay the price, but that only the Goljok who paid the price would make the ‘mistake of accidentally slipping their hand’.

And that secret rumor quickly spread among the Gaul people.

You may be able to obtain the Dragonbone before others.

A golden opportunity to take a bigger chunk than the others by paying a small price.

However, the opportunity only lasts until May Winchester gets better.

May asked back in bewilderment at Teresia’s explanation.

“You’re willing to cut down the Dragon Bone in a biased manner in exchange for a price? Is that really okay?”

“If you have a conscience, then of course you shouldn’t do that.”

“yes.”

“But Yuri has no conscience.”

“… … .”

May was speechless when she saw Theresia answering as if it was so obvious.

Meanwhile, Theresia’s calm voice continued.

“That’s why Yurin is very busy. I heard that business is going very well.”

“… Then the Dragon Bone will be born soon?”

“That’s why I think they intentionally limit the number of customers. That’s why the prices have gone up so much these days.”

Limited sale and closing soon.

As time passed, the Dragonbone Pillar grew smaller and smaller, so it was natural that the Gols who could not obtain it would become angry.

So naturally, the price went up and Yuri was screaming in happiness every day.

“If that’s the case, then the rumors are spreading within the Gol Clan… Didn’t the Masters say anything?”

“I happened to look at Yuri’s ledger… and the names Gayeon, Seojun, and Minsu were on the very first line.”

“… … .”

Even the masters are customers of the black market, so who can stop them?

May, who had been clicking her tongue inwardly, realized something belatedly and opened her eyes wide.

‘Now that I think about it… ledgers? There’s even a transaction ledger?’

If that ledger were to be made public, what kind of repercussions would there be within the Gol clan?

And did Yuri, who planned this, really create the ledger without knowing the repercussions?

Mei, impressed by the density of the glass, smiled faintly at Theresia.

“Because of that guy, our Tessya won’t have to go hungry.”

Then she patted Theresia on the shoulder.

“When Yuri returns, tell her to stay at Bulya Castle for a while and not go anywhere. There’s something ominous about the atmosphere coming from Meister Docheol’s forge. It seems like it’ll be completed soon.”

After saying that, May turns around and leaves without even waiting for an answer.

The smile on her lips grew deeper.

‘Our cute nephew.’

Teresia, who at first glance seemed calm and composed.

But despite that expression, the nephew’s ears were red.

* * *

Land- land-!

I don’t know how many days it’s been.

Without even eating properly.

Without even being able to sleep properly.

Every day I spent like a doll being pounded with a hammer.

In my entire life I had never once thought that hammering iron was hard, but now each and every blow of the hammer was extremely difficult and painful.

Still, Do-cheol couldn’t stop hammering.

Land- land-!

My body cried out to stop, but my mind became clearer the more I cried out.

And that spirit scourged the flesh.

Don’t rest.

You can’t stop.

Come on, get moving.

The body, already pushed to its limits by the mental whipping, continued to move, burning out its vitality.

Do-cheol’s mind, moving so mechanically, was filled with thoughts about the red-hot lump of iron.

‘It took longer than expected.’

Even with his own furnace and the vision of the Gols, it took ten whole days to melt the Dragonbone.

After that, it took another ten days to mix the molten dragon bone, white steel, and white iron together and forge it with the vision of the Gol tribe.

And it took another ten days to assemble the mixed mass into the shape of a sword.

The five great secrets of Goljok metallurgy.

One hundred and fifty years of life devoted to mastering that purification.

That was Do-cheol’s life, and for thirty days he was pouring his entire life into the red-hot iron.

And as time goes on like that.

As the body weakens, the mind becomes sharper.

Do-cheol realized what level he had reached.

‘I thought it was the end… but it wasn’t the end.’

I thought I had reached the limit of what I could achieve with a hammer.

But that was his own mistake and arrogance.

Beyond the end, there was an unknown world that he could not have imagined.

‘What is it!’

So Do-cheol longed for it.

‘What’s in there!’

What exists beyond the end that one has reached?

Land- land-!

He struck the red-hot iron with all his might, longing for this hammering blow to lead him there.

Taaang-!

* * *

The blacksmith’s workshop in the sleepless city.

Dozens of days had passed since the blacksmith shop, located in a place where everyone could see it, had been belching smoke day and night.

During that time, the sound of hammering could be heard from the blacksmith’s shop day and night.

There was no one among the Gols who did not know that this was the sound of a craftsman grinding his life away.

On the morning of the 32nd day since Do-cheol received the Dragon Bone from Yu-ri.

The smoke from the blacksmith’s chimney disappeared, and the sound of hammering was heard no more.

Accordingly, many people gathered at Docheol’s blacksmith shop, led by the three masters.

One craftsman, who had risen to the top position within the Goljok, gave it his all for over thirty days.

As a result, what kind of masterpiece did Do-cheol create?

That curiosity was enough to bring together several craftsmen.

This resulted in a long line of people forming in front of Do-cheol’s blacksmith shop.

After that, many people waited with bated breath, but the blacksmith’s door showed no sign of opening.

After a couple of hours had passed like that.

“Come in.”

The craftsmen got up and gathered around at the sound of Do-cheol’s voice coming from the blacksmith shop.

It was just then.

“These guys!”

“Don’t you guys have any sense of hierarchy?”

“Enter in order of age!”

The three masters appeared with a loud voice, brandishing their staffs and blocking the entrance to Docheol’s blacksmith shop.

And Minsu shouted at Yuri, who was standing blankly on one side.

“What are you doing there! If you were the owner of the item, you should have prepared yourself like the owner and rushed in first!”

At his scolding, Yuri shrugged her shoulders and stood in front of the door, crossing the Goljok.

and.

“Open?”

“Get in quickly!”

The three masters, led by Yuri, and the older craftsman, Jang In-sun, entered Do-cheol’s blacksmith shop.

However, due to the narrow nature of the blacksmith shop, only a few middle-aged or younger people could enter, so they voiced their discontent.

On the other hand, Yuri was able to walk leisurely because she was the first to enter.

The first thing that came into his sight was the figure of Do-cheol sitting at the unlit furnace.

‘You’re old.’

In just over a month, Do-cheol has aged so much that the word ‘in a flash’ is fitting.

Even his skinny figure looked quite precarious.

It was as if everything had burned down and cooled down like a furnace that had gone out.

As Yuri paused at that thought, Do-cheol gestured toward him.

“Come and sit here.”

The place Do-cheol pointed to was right across from him.

And in front of it lay something long, wrapped in cloth.

No one could fail to notice that the long object was Do-cheol’s masterpiece.

The moment Yuri, who had been walking cautiously, sat down in front of the sword.

Hoong-!

A loud, clear vibration sound suddenly came and caused a commotion.

“Hey, a sword?!”

“It’s a sword!”

The sound that the sword resonates with when it meets a master that is a good match for it.

The Goljok craftsmen sitting at the back evaluated the sound as a sword sound.

But when the older Walker School craftsmen heard those words, they shouted.

“What is the sword name!”

“That’s not a sword!”

“This, this isn’t some kind of swordsmanship thing!”

I was so excited that I thought maybe these old people with white hair would collapse.

As they poked their heads out to see the sword from even a little closer, screams could be heard here and there.

Meanwhile, in the midst of chaos in the intestines.

Do-cheol picked up the sword wrapped in cloth with affectionate eyes and handed it to Yu-ri.

“He is a newborn baby with a tender heart, so please give him a good name.”

At Do-cheol’s words, Yu-ri carefully received the sword.

Then the vibration sound was heard again.

Hoong-.

Then, from the Gol tribesmen who had gathered behind Yuri, a sound like that of an animal came out.

“Wow!”

“Come on… Come on, take it off!”

Yuri carefully removed the cloth as if responding to the screams heard from behind.

Then, the sword’s form was finally revealed to the world.

At this, Yuri couldn’t help but curse.

“…crazy.”

The back of the sword is red.

The blade was silver-white.

Between those two colors, a flawless white wave sat.

From the blade to the hilt.

The overall harmony of white and red was so strong that it could be considered a work of art created for viewing rather than for actual combat.

“It’s the end.”

The moment Yuri muttered like that.

Hoong-.

A shameful voice echoed in his head.

At first, Yuri thought it was the sound of a whistle.

Woof-!

But immediately after, a resonance that sounded like ‘That’s not me!’ followed, so Yuri’s eyes naturally widened.

“No way… is that you? Did you answer?”

Hoong-!

As if answering Yuri’s question, the sound was heard again.

And it wasn’t just Yuri who heard this.

Masters and craftsmen.

Everyone present in the forge heard the sword answer Yuri’s question.

This soon became a huge shock and spread throughout the room.

“Oh my, oh my, oh my God!”

“Hey, did the sword answer?!”

“It is I… The sword has an I in it!”

Do-cheol, who reached the unknown beyond the end thanks to his all-out hammering that transformed his life.

This led him to create the Ego weapon, which was considered impossible for mankind.