WeTried Translations
Translator: ZERO_SUGAR
Editor: Abstract
Discord: https://dsc.gg/wetried
Episode 48: Invincible (4)
──────
Extreme, no, the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter's life had been anything but ordinary.
He had been born the youngest child of a wealthy, distinguished family.
That might have been the most peaceful, no, the most uneventful period of his life.
Yet his life changed at the age of six, when he happened to take Jeon Gyeom of the Seven Evils, a master of the force of evil, as his teacher.
[I, Murderous Wave Sword Jeon Gyeom, have discovered the greatest martial talent bestowed by heaven.]
Jeon Gyeom was a master infamous even among the force of evil. Over ten years, he passed everything on to the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter.
Then, on the day the Overlord turned sixteen, the notorious Jeon Gyeom lost his life.
The reason was simple.
[There is nothing left for me to learn.]
Though Jeon Gyeom was renowned for cruelty, he never imagined that the disciple he had treasured and taught everything to would betray him, even using deadly poison against him, and came to a hollow end.
After killing Jeon Gyeom, the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter sought out Violet Lightning Demon Sword Chim I-ak, a supreme master of the force of evil who had considered Jeon Gyeom an enemy, and became a disciple.
The price was the head of Jeon Gyeom, his former master.
In that manner, the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter learned the Martial Arts of four of the Seven Evils as though absorbing them. At only twenty-eight, he reached the level of a master.
After attaining personal martial mastery, the first thing the Overlord did was slaughter all his siblings and household members, then seize the family's fortune.
[Y-you... How could you...?]
[The weak are eliminated, and the strong take everything.]
At twenty-eight, nothing but evil remained within him.
With the immense fortune he had acquired, he established the Mighty Conqueror Council and revealed his ambition to conquer the world.
After founding the Mighty Conqueror Council, the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter fought more than six hundred battles and remained undefeated until the combined attack of the Four Immortal Masters finally defeated him.
Undefeated.
He truly deserved to be called a Martial God.
And now, seventeen years later, he was certain that even if the entire martial world of the Central Plains launched a combined attack rather than just the Four Immortal Masters, they could do nothing to an absolute being like him.
That certainty had lasted until moments ago.
-Shiver!
A chill ran down his spine.
Animals had instincts, but so did humans.
Those instincts were shaped through countless experiences, responding through the five senses and a sixth sense that detected impending danger.
What he felt now was, unpleasantly enough, fear.
‘No. How could...?’
Could someone who had become the strongest truly be feeling fear?
He denied the unpleasant emotion welling up within him.
But then,
-Rumble-rumble-rumble!
The cavern shook as though it were on the verge of collapse.
It was as if everything that existed feared the single being called Mumu.
‘No.’
At that point, the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter's thoughts changed direction.
Until now, he had regarded Mumu as a vessel he wanted. Not anymore.
That being was the worst enemy he had ever faced, the first to threaten him in his entire life.
‘An enemy!’
Every vessel sharing his soul came to the same conclusion.
Unless they killed that being, his entire renewed rise along the tyrant's road would be thwarted.
As the vessels resolved to kill Mumu, another change came over their bodies.
-Crack! Crack!
The veins across their bodies turned black, and their bodies began transforming into something demonic.
This was,
‘Aberrant Blood Demonic Art!’
It was a technique created by combining the Reversed Blood Great Art and Blood Demon Art. It reversed the flow of energy throughout the body and burned all life energy, making the user several times stronger for half a gak.
Blood streamed from the vessels' eyes, noses, and ears.
“Grrrraaaah.”
Every one of them was in pain.
They had forced their muscles to develop and condense, accelerated their blood circulation, then unleashed the Aberrant Blood Demonic Art on top of that.
Their bodies could no longer endure such rapid changes.
They would not last even a quarter of a gak.
‘Even if we must abandon the vessels, we have to kill that bastard!’
-Bang!
The vessels, their hostility at its peak, moved at once.
They intended to kill the greatest enemy blocking their path.
-Papapapapap!
Driven to their limits, the vessels rushed Mumu together.
It was only for a brief moment, but each of them now displayed martial prowess comparable to One or Extreme.
-Whooooooom!
Every one of them held a Formless Sword infused with the life energy of the Tyrant Blood Demonic Art.
The five ignored even their attack paths as they unleashed Ultimate Techniques to cut down Mumu.
That was when it happened.
“Hoo.”
-Kwaaaaaaaaaaang!
With a tremendous roar, an immense pressure wave erupted from the ground, and space itself surged backward.
The vessels, each wielding a one-jang Formless Sword and unleashing Ultimate Techniques, were swept away and vanished in an instant.
Yet their destruction was insignificant compared to what followed.
‘...Impossible.’
One stared at the cavern ceiling with a shocked expression.
No, the ceiling no longer existed.
Above the gaping opening lay a blue sky, along with clouds pierced through as though something had stabbed straight upward.
‘!!!!!!’
One stared upward with trembling eyes. After swallowing, One lowered their gaze to Mumu.
-Swish!
Mumu was slowly lowering the leg he had raised.
There had been nothing special about it.
It was a simple rising kick.
That rising kick had blown through the cavern ceiling and the several li of earth above it.
Everyone stood dumbfounded for a moment.
“Aren't you coming? Then...”
-Swish!
Mumu curled his middle finger and thumb.
-Crack! Crack!
The muscles of his forearm and the fine muscles on the back of his hand bulged so sharply that they looked vicious.
He had only curled his fingers, yet even the surrounding air wavered like heat haze.
-Whooooooo!
In that state, Mumu flicked his finger toward the vessels scattered in every direction.
-Snap!
-Paaaaaang!
The moment Mumu flicked his finger, a layer formed in the space before him. In the blink of an eye, something pierced through the newly formed layer of air.
-Crunch!
One vessel's body vanished beneath the pressure wave.
It did not end there.
Mumu rapidly flicked his fingers toward every vessel within sight.
Then,
-Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-bang! Paaaaaang!
-Paaaaaang! Kwa-kwa-kwa-bang!
Pressure waves tore through space, shattering everything around them. The vessels vanished one after another, no, fourteen of them disappeared in an instant.
Only eight vessels remained.
It had happened in the blink of an eye.
Mumu had erased the vessels, each of whom could have been called Grandmaster-level or beyond for that brief moment, as easily as crushing insects.
-Tremble!
Overwhelmed by that power, all strength left One's body, and they even began to convulse.
Even though they shared the same soul, subtle differences remained.
The fear One felt was far greater than what Extreme had experienced.
‘I can't win.’
The outcome had already been decided in One's mind.
Even if One and Extreme unleashed the Aberrant Blood Demonic Art, killing that monster was impossible.
That thing was truly invincible.
For a moment, One looked at Extreme.
‘...’
Extreme's gaze wavered.
Extreme did not realize it, but cold sweat was running down their face.
There was no way to deal with Mumu in a direct confrontation.
At that moment, One's thoughts headed in a completely different direction from Extreme's.
It was this.
“Do you not want to know about your mother?”
One shouted toward Mumu, who was massacring the vessels.
Because they shared a soul, One knew what Mumu wanted to learn.
That was why One used it as a last resort.
-Halt!
Mumu stopped just before flicking his finger at the last vessel he had been aiming at.
One did not show it openly, but upon seeing that, they became certain their guess had been correct.
‘As I thought.’
The only weakness of that monstrous bastard was the utterly futile affection he possessed.
The Overlord of Blood and Slaughter believed affection was meaningless in growing stronger and on the tyrant's road, nothing more than an impurity. That was why he had personally massacred his entire family.
As though that were not enough, he ruthlessly took the lives of those among the children born as vessels whom he deemed failed products, “discarding” them.
‘A flaw.’
To One, Mumu's questions, longing, and affection for his mother were nothing but weaknesses that would consume him from within.
-Paaaaaang!
Wind swirled as Mumu appeared before One.
His movement had been almost impossible to see.
“Can you tell me about my mother?”
One spoke to Mumu, maintaining their composure as best they could.
“I can.”
As One said that, they concentrated and conveyed their will to Extreme and the one remaining vessel.
[I will distract him. Strike when he lets his guard down. But Extreme, you must retreat during that opening.]
[What?]
[He is not someone we can face as we are now.]
[...]
Extreme was prideful, but could not deny the judgment of someone who shared the same soul.
There was no way to deal with that monster right now.
If Extreme, who could be considered the closest thing to their soul's main body, lost their life here, then unlike during the combined attack of the Four Immortal Masters, they might truly die.
[As long as you live, there will be another day. We who have immortality have more than enough time. We can create as many new vessels as we wish.]
That was right.
They could change bodies, which effectively granted them immortality.
The humiliation only needed to last for a short time.
They could wait until they gained the strength to kill that bastard, or until his lifespan ran out.
In the end, Extreme chose to endure it.
[All right.]
Once they had reached an agreement, One spoke to Mumu.
“Your mother was also one of the few women I cherished. That is why I remember her better than the other wombs.”
“You remember my mother well?”
“Yes. But everything in this world requires an appropriate price.”
“A price?”
“You understand what I mean.”
Mumu let out a faint breath at those words.
“You are asking me to spare you in exchange for telling me about my mother?”
‘...This bastard.’
At the words “spare you,” rage nearly surged within One.
No one had ever spoken to One so arrogantly.
Yet this bastard, who was no more than a vessel, dared speak that way.
Still, One endured it.
Getting angry here would ruin everything.
“...Yes. I admit it. Your strength has surpassed mine. You inherited more of my blood than anyone else.”
One shifted tactics to stir Mumu's affection.
Bloodlines and such meant nothing to One. Everything besides One was simply a lump of flesh that happened to breathe.
Still, exploiting that bastard's weakness could buy time.
-Swish!
Just as One intended, Extreme concealed all their energy and used Soaring Through the Void to escape.
At that very moment,
-Snap!
Without even looking, Mumu flicked a finger toward Extreme, who was quietly trying to disappear.
A pressure wave tore through space in a straight line and sent Extreme's head flying.
-Crunch!
‘!!!!!!’
One's eyes widened as though they might burst.
“You bastard!”
As One tried to spit out their rage, Mumu looked at them coldly.
“As long as you live, there will be another day. We who have immortality have more than enough time. We can create as many new vessels as we wish... You really try everything.”
‘!?’
The moment One heard that, their expression stiffened.
How could this bastard hear their soul-linked conversation?
Though Mumu looked puzzled, he seized One by the throat.
-Squeeze!
“Urk!”
“I don't know why, but I can hear what you see and the conversations you have.”
One's pupils trembled.
It was a situation they had never expected.
That meant they had been scheming in front of him while he could hear everything.
Flustered, One hurriedly said,
“Grrr. I was only trying to save Extreme's life. The promise I spoke of before was not a lie...”
“You have called your children vessels all this time and treated the mothers who bore them as nothing more than wombs, like objects. Did you think I would believe you just because you suddenly call my mother something else?”
The immense killing intent in Mumu's voice made One lose all will to fight.
Trying anything against this bastard was impossible.
One spoke in a pleading voice.
“I am your father. Do you intend to deny the natural bond between father and child? If you do, then you too...”
“I think you are mistaken.”
“What?”
“I have a wonderful father named Yu Yeop-kyung. And I don't know when you started caring about such bonds. You're just... Um... Just die.”
-Crunch!
Mumu trailed off and simply tightened his grip.
One's neck was torn off, separating their head from their body.
Holding One's head like a ball, Mumu turned toward the sole remaining vessel of the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter. He curled the fingers of his left hand and took aim.
“You have waited a long time, have you not?”
-Paaaaaang!
The instant he finished speaking, a fierce pressure wave surged toward the final vessel.
Footnotes:
Join our discord at https://dsc.gg/wetried
