Ubermensch – Chapter 143

Chapter 143

Mason and Seo Yeonhee walked along the street. She chose an abandoned inn and said,

“Let’s borrow this for a while.”

“Okay.”

Mason spoke, hoping he sounded as cheerful as possible.

“Let’s use it neatly so we don’t get scolded by the innkeeper.”

Seo Yeonhee smiled.

It was more likely that she was laughing at Mason’s attempt to make a joke rather than finding the forced humor funny.

She tied on an abandoned apron and headed to the kitchen.

“Is there any dish you’d like to eat?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Please eat anyway. I… want to cook for you.”

Mason thought for a moment and said,

“The dish you think is most fitting for this moment.”

“Khorkhog is out of the question. We don’t have a lamb, dried dung, and… most importantly, we don’t have time.”

“…What kind of dish requires dried dung?”

Mason made a bewildered expression.

“Then, a Murim-like dish.”

“Of course, it’s Fish and Chips!”

“I often hear that it’s not tasty…”

It was fried fish and french fries.

The problem was, it was ‘British’ fish and chips. It was a kind of culinary violence that the British, who regard meals as a form of ordeal, forced on people from other countries.

“Yes. There’s even a saying that those who haven’t tried cold fish and chips shouldn’t call themselves Murim-in.”

She hung a pot and poured oil into it. However, there was no firewood. Seo Yeonhee, with an unconcerned expression, ignited Samadhi True Fire in her hand and dipped it into the oil.

“…”

As Mason watched with a strange expression, Seo Yeonhee smiled bashfully.

“They say cooking is all about the touch.”

“I don’t think that’s what it means…”

A while later, steaming fish and chips were placed in front of Mason.

“Eat.”

“Yes.”

Mason ate the fish and chips.

“I’m disappointed.”

“Why?”

“It’s delicious…”

One of the mysteries of British cuisine was that it became delicious when made by foreigners.

Seeing Mason eat with gusto, Seo Yeonhee wore a wistful smile.

“Mason is the first person to eat the food I’ve cooked.”

“Why? It’s so delicious. You should have cooked for others too.”

“How could the Demonic Cult’s leader enter the kitchen like an ordinary lady? I only made it secretly when no one was around. Let alone serving it to others.”

Seo Yeonhee spoke with a wistful smile.

“That’s… something only ordinary women can do.”

She spent half her life as a martial artist of the Demonic Path, amidst blood and violence, and the other half as a prophet of disaster, consumed by anxieties and worries. Only in the face of the Destroyer, the harbinger of the apocalypse, could she finally become a woman.

Mason felt a lump in his throat.

“It’s a bit spicy.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.”

Mason sniffed.

“It’s… a bit spicy.”

Seo Yeonhee just laughed instead of answering. Mason cleared his throat with effort and said,

“What do you want to do next?”

Seo Yeonhee looked at Mason with cat-like eyes.

She pulled on Mason’s collar and kissed him.

“Want to guess?”

“I have an idea.”

Mason swept everything off the table. He lifted Seo Yeonhee and laid her down on the table.

“I’ll have to check if it’s the right answer.”

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The two intertwined.

Like people facing the end of the world. No, like people facing the end of the world, they intertwined. Fiercely and roughly, yet at the same time softly and delicately, they explored each other’s bodies and hearts.

It didn’t matter if something broke.

Thirst. There was only endless thirst.

The thirst that could only be quenched by pleasure only deepened the more pleasure was poured into it.

By the time the passionate and intense time ended, both the inn and the two were in tatters.

“Beast…”

Seo Yeonhee pinched Mason’s cheek with a playful frown, and Mason lightly bit her earlobe.

“One more time?”

“No. That’s enough.”

Seo Yeonhee shook her head.

“I want to wash up and do the laundry.”

She said quietly.

“If death comes for us, I don’t want to face it looking shabby.”

“Shall we wash together?”

“That wouldn’t be bad.”

There were several empty bathtubs in the inn. Mason took one of them and headed to the inn’s well, and Seo Yeonhee used her 허공섭물 technique to fill it with water.

As the water was heated with Samadhi True Fire, Seo Yeonhee smiled bashfully and said,

“Let’s go in.”

“Yes.”

The inn’s bathtub was big enough for two people. This was because it was often used by lovers. However…

“…It’s cramped.”

“…It’s cramped.”

Mason alone had the physique of three people. To fit in the narrow space, Seo Yeonhee had no choice but to sit on Mason’s lap.

“Still, it’s not bad.”

She leaned her head against Mason’s broad chest.

“Because we can be closer.”

The world was quiet, and the sky was clear. Deliberately ignoring the Destroyer that filled one side of the sky, the two enjoyed the quiet sunset.

“The sun is setting.”

“Yes.”

“We won’t be able to see the sun again…”

Mason couldn’t say anything.

He wanted to comfort her, no matter what he said. But he didn’t want to lie. One heart urged him to speak, while the other choked his words.

Mason could only hold Seo Yeonhee close, facing the sunset.

If the sun was setting, they had about 30 minutes left.

Why did time flow so fast with so little time left?

“It’s almost time.”

Instead of Mason, whose mouth was parched and couldn’t bring himself to speak, Seo Yeonhee quietly smiled and opened her mouth.

“Let’s get up now.”

Seo Yeonhee dipped her and Mason’s clothes into the bathtub. And the next moment, she swung them, infusing them with internal energy.

With a booming sound, all the water and dirt flew off.

“You have a fascinating skill.”

“I infuse internal energy to shake them off. It’s very convenient when I’m too lazy to do laundry.”

“Ah, there’s a hole in my clothes.”

“…Of course, there are times when I misjudge the strength.”

Seo Yeonhee laughed. As if there were so many things to laugh about, she was always laughing.

Wheeeeee!

The wind was blowing. It was an unusual, fierce wind.

‘It’s coming.’

As the Destroyer’s forces approached, the planet’s gravity began to be affected. The magnetic field was collapsing, causing the atmosphere to shake violently.

The Destroyer’s forces spread their palm and reached out.

Soon, it would be time to crush the planet.

Mason hugged Seo Yeonhee.

“I’m sorry, Seo Yeonhee. For not being able to save your world.”

“Thank you, Mason. For giving me the day I dreamed of.”

Because she didn’t want to be an inch away from him, even at the moment of their demise.

That was when it happened.

“I told you, Oztalon.”

A familiar figure appeared before them.

“I have no intention of losing you in a place like this.”

“Nodens!”

The one with the same face as Mason. It was Nodens’ avatar.

The moment he snapped his fingers, tentacles stretched out from the void and wrapped around Mason’s limbs.

“Let go! Let go of this!”

Mason roared and resisted. Like a bull being dragged to a slaughterhouse.

“I won’t be dragged away again, I won’t abandon people again!”

Mason planted his feet firmly on the ground. He put strength into his arms, holding Seo Yeonhee tightly.

Seeing Mason’s desperate cries, Seo Yeonhee smiled serenely.

“Mason. Remember this.”

“…?”

At that moment, a strange energy began to flow through Seo Yeonhee’s body. Mason, who was holding her tightly, felt the flow of that power.

“Remember this moment.”

Seo Yeonhee smiled serenely.

“The essence of the Heavenly Demon Divine Skill, passed down from Jesus Christ to me. The Heavenly Demon Divine Palm.”

Those powers gathered in Seo Yeonhee’s right palm…

Bang!

It struck Mason’s chest.

“Ugh?!”

A sudden blow. Mason’s body was pushed back, and his feet left the ground.

The tentacles, losing their anchor to resist, dragged Mason straight into another dimension.

“Seo Yeonhee!”

As shock and confusion spread across Mason’s face, Seo Yeonhee said quietly,

“Farewell. My savior.”

Looking at Mason being sucked into the void, she smiled a lonely smile, like the setting sun.

“I’m sorry for making you survive…”

“No! Seo Yeonhee!”

As Mason screamed, his body was dragged beyond the dimension. Along with Nodens.

Wheeeeeng…

A strong wind blew.

It was a pleasant wind.

The wind that bids farewell to a loved one.

That was when it happened.

Halt.

The Destroyer’s grasp stopped.

A voice transmission? Telepathy?