Chapter 213: The Last Story (4)
The space before his eyes.
It wasn’t reality.
Right before the tragedy happened.
It was a happy moment that Seo Mun-ho remembered.
“Daddy━!”
“Oh my, my little one.”
Hug.
He hugged the running child tightly.
Looking at Seo Mun-ho rubbing his face against the child with his rough beard, Kang San thought about the cruelty of life. He had a family, had a child, and lived his life to the best of his ability within his means without harming others. But when he thought that this life would soon be devastated by Peng Mujeong’s evil, he felt a murderous intent boil up again.
‘Even if he succeeds in revenge, can Seo Mun-ho be happy again?’
No.
Seo Mun-ho eventually met his downfall.
He became a monster stained with murderous intent, and even while torturing Peng Mujeong, he didn’t feel happy, but felt more miserable as time went on. It wasn’t just because the other party didn’t remember. No matter how much he tortured him, his family wouldn’t come back, and his ruined life wouldn’t miraculously get better.
And he too.
Was like Peng Mujeong to someone.
To people who lived righteously, Blood Demon Seo Mun-ho was a disaster, and he desperately moved towards revenge while trampling on other people’s lives. Would his family, who had already died, like that? He didn’t think revenge itself was wrong. It was karma that Peng Mujeong got what he deserved, but the way he did it was wrong.
The same was true for Luca Bellino.
Her life, where she refused the first offer and resisted until the end, was noble.
But from the moment she tried to achieve her goal by trampling on others, she entered the path of ruin, just like Seo Mun-ho had experienced.
Two lives.
Kang San fully experienced them.
Their desperate emotions made him understand the reasons why they had to become like that, but that was never the life Kang San wanted. If he had only considered the ‘results’ important while living so far. If he had been branded a failure in the face of repeated misfortunes and failures in the trials, Kang San would have despaired and stopped challenging. But the reason he didn’t give up until the end and kept living was because he thought that he, who kept trying and didn’t stop, was at least not a shameful person.
Not just results.
The process was also important.
Kang San, for his own success, to save this world.
He didn’t want to follow the path that Seo Mun-ho and Luca Bellino had taken, the path of trampling on countless other worlds and rising to the top.
He wanted to be happy.
Like Seo Mun-ho who regretted and despaired.
Like Luca Bellino who regretted and despaired.
He wanted to live a truly happy life that he could be proud of, not an ending that would destroy himself.
That’s why he met Eric Roberts.
He wanted to be proven that his life was his own, not decided by someone else.
‘I am.’
As a child.
Kang San was abandoned.
But what he still remembers.
The desperation of his parents trying to save him proved how precious his life was.
‘I am a person who deserves to be happy.’
Clang━!
The world shattered.
In the intensely shining light, a familiar voice was heard.
『You overcome the Heart Demon.』
『Blood Demon Art reaches the peak level.』
『You acquire the last technique of Blood Demon Sword Technique, God Kill.』
A new realm.
Kang San reached an unknown world.
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“Kang San-nim?”
“Are you finally awake?”
He opened his eyes with difficulty.
Foreigners with unfamiliar faces.
They were taking care of Kang San.
The President’s Oval Office was a mess, and Kang San, who barely managed to get up, spoke in a weak voice.
“……What happened?”
“We understand that an unidentified assassin appeared and attacked the President and Kang San-nim by surprise. I apologize. This White House is completely blocked from outside access, but we haven’t figured out how they infiltrated yet. This is America’s fault. As the head of security, I sincerely apologize.”
The Chief of Staff bowed his head.
He was a sturdy man.
Kang San raised his hand to stop him.
Kang San knew better than anyone that it wasn’t their fault.
‘Luca Bellino.’
He vaguely remembered.
She helped.
Just before he was completely consumed by murderous intent, she appeared and stopped Peng Mujeong.
No explanation was needed for the reason.
Through Luca Bellino’s experience, she learned that she regretted it every time she destroyed countless worlds. It was an irreversible choice for her. Like a runaway train that couldn’t stop at the line that had already been crossed, she moved forward, but watching Kang San’s actions, she finally came to the conclusion that she had to stop.
Kang San was different.
Eric Roberts.
No, he faced Peng Mujeong.
He didn’t avoid reality, and he believed in what he thought was right until the end and moved forward.
‘Peng Mujeong…….’
He turned his head.
He was alive.
It meant that the disaster wasn’t over, and if Peng Mujeong was still alive, he had to stop him somehow.
But.
“……Kang San-nim.”
Eric Roberts’ gaze as he looked at him.
It was a familiar gaze.
It wasn’t Peng Mujeong’s gaze flickering with malice, but the sincere gaze he had when he was worried about America’s future and confessed the truth. He instinctively knew. As soon as Peng Mujeong judged that his plan had failed, he handed over control of his consciousness. To be precise, he avoided this situation. Kang San would want to deal with him somehow, but since he was hiding in Eric Roberts’ body, he had no choice but to fall into a dilemma.
Revenge?
He couldn’t.
If he dealt with Eric Roberts, it would be killing the President of the United States.
And if he took control of his consciousness again at the right time, Peng Mujeong would be able to continue his plan.
He was a coward.
For humanity to survive, it was a problem that had to be solved somehow.
Kang San said.
“I’d like to talk to the President alone for a moment.”
“That’s not possible. In a dangerous situation like this…….”
“Chief of Staff.”
A firm voice was heard.
Eric Roberts, looking at the Chief of Staff, said.
“Please leave us for a moment.”
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A place where only the two of them were left.
Because they had gone through a chaotic situation, neither of their expressions were bright.
Kang San said.
“……Just in case, I’m asking, but is there a case where your consciousness is immediately taken away?”
“Not so far. It seems like he can’t take over consciousness consecutively, so once he takes it away, it takes at least a few days.”
“That’s a relief.”
What he was going to say from now on.
It was a difficult problem for Eric Roberts.
Therefore, he needed to check in advance whether it was possible.
Kang San said.
“After experiencing the situation just now, I confirmed that the President and Peng Mujeong’s egos are completely different people. And I also agree that if the President’s truth is revealed, the world will fall into chaos and the problem will become serious. But, Mr. President. That doesn’t mean the President is not responsible.”
Same body.
Different ego.
Was it right for the owner of the body to have an indulgence just because it was a mistake made by another ego?
It was also applied as a reason for commutation in the law, but the problem was that the other party was the President of the United States.
“It was a wrong choice to decide to challenge the political world for the sake of this country while recognizing the cruelty of another ego. Even though the moment when your consciousness is taken away is not long, the power in the President’s hands can be used for bad purposes at any time. Since you are smart enough, you just ignored that fact. Actually, Peng Mujeong did a lot of things. He took control of South Korea’s leadership and made it rot from within. This would have been difficult for Peng Mujeong to do on his own if there was no background of Eric Roberts.”
“……So, what should I do?”
It was a voice that had lost its strength.
The situation that just happened.
With the memories that came to mind bit by bit, he couldn’t hide his guilt.
“Your existence is like a time bomb. If it explodes incorrectly, it’s a powerful bomb that will destroy humanity from within. So, reveal it yourself. Reveal the journals and circumstantial evidence you showed me to the world, reveal what you did, and be punished. Even if you step down from that position and a trashy politician replaces you, it’s something you have to do.”
“Really, is that all there is? I have a lot to do.”
“Yes, you have to. Knowing that you are a time bomb and still maintaining the presidency is not for the sake of this country and humanity, but for personal greed.”
He couldn’t force it.
The moment Kang San revealed it.
It was the beginning of internal strife.
Since it had to be entirely Eric Roberts’ will, Kang San didn’t push him any further.
“I will trust your choice, Mr. President.”
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The meeting was over.
President Eric Roberts.
He stared blankly at the Stars and Stripes fluttering in the Oval Office.
“……Am I really harming humanity?”
The day his beloved puppy died.
Perhaps, he knew it from then.
His life was no longer ordinary, and this journey with his dangerous ego would lead him to ruin.
So he struggled even more.
He tried to live more righteously in order to wash away his guilt, and he, who originally aimed to graduate from a good university and have a happy family, began to dream of politics. Taking care of the people’s livelihood. He thought that if he made many people happy, his dangerous secret would be forgiven to some extent.
He lived diligently.
Under the sky.
It was a life truly without shame.
He became President and devoted himself solely to the country, to the point of being called the star of America.
When the people decided on his re-election with a vote rate of over 90%, he even felt certain that his life was right.
And now.
“I was the selfish one.”
When his consciousness was taken over by Peng Mujeong.
Unusually, Peng Mujeong’s memories seeped in.
It was an anomaly that occurred while transmitting memories to Kang San, and the scene he experienced was too shocking.
Peng Mujeong was a devil.
He devastated Kang San’s past life and committed atrocities that he couldn’t understand how a human being could do such things. He had accepted such a devil into his body. Even if it wasn’t his intention, he even gave him the tremendous power of the President of the United States so that the devil could run wild.
It was shocking.
Guilt flooded in.
The most shocking part in the midst of all this was Kang San’s judgment, who came to him after experiencing it.
‘Kang San knew for sure. He knew that the moment he faced Peng Mujeong, he could fall into the abyss, but he knew that it was a truth he couldn’t ignore to save the world. I must be the same. Revealing the existence of Peng Mujeong, my other ego, is the right thing to do, but I haven’t been able to muster the courage like Kang San until now.’
He was scared.
The gaze of the people who would look at him.
The future that would change.
He was so afraid of such things that he couldn’t bring himself to reveal the secret.
Kang San handed over the right to choose.
He was a grateful person.
Even though it would have been easy if he had exposed it, he gave him a chance to clean up his past himself.
Swipe.
He looked in the mirror.
His now aged face was visible.
“Peng Mujeong. You’re hiding somewhere in the depths of my heart, happily imagining the things you’re going to do using me in the future. But you know what? I, as I recorded in the journal, knew that this moment would come someday. Just like you prepared a plan to destroy the world without me knowing, I also prepared to destroy you, myself.”
He picked up the phone.
Click, someone answered.
『…….』
Beyond the phone.
There was no answer.
It was a promise, and Eric Roberts didn’t hesitate any longer.
“Execute it.”
『Understood.』
Thud.
The call ended.
Even if he called again in his own name now, it was promised that it would never stop.
Creak.
He turned the chair.
Sitting in a direction where the Stars and Stripes were clearly visible, he showed a much lighter expression.
“……It’s really the end now.”
The whole world would know.
Eric Roberts.
His truth, the President of the United States and the hope of humanity.
He wasn’t worried about the future.
Kang San.
His existence was the reason why he was able to make up his mind.