Reversing Life With Item Copy

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“Who was it?"

Do-joon asked. His gaze towards Jecheon Kang changed like never before, and his tone contained desperation.

It was okay for him to die as long as his daughter's disease was cured.

Although he couldn’t let his daughter become an orphan. If the devil appears and asks him to choose between the two, his decision would remain the same.

All he wanted was his daughter to live.

“…….”

Jecheon Kang became numb. His face turned stiff and his eyes were closed.

He was in agony. His friend, who died suffering from that painful disease, and the memory was only lingering feelings and regret left for him.

Unable to shake it off and being crushed bythe feeling like a rock were preventing him from ascending to heaven.

The boundary between the underworld and this world. The emotions that made this space and made him stay stemmed from that time.

Normally, he wouldn't worry this much. He and Do-joon just met for over a week now.

Though, he was quite an interesting man, and had a good time sparring swords for the first time in a long time. That was not enough to openly reveal his delusional feelings quickly.

However,

‘It’s the pulse…'

What Do-joon asked, of all things, was about that pulse.

His rock hardened chest trembled with Do-joon's words. This was why Jecheon Kang was so troubled.

"Please tell me, sir."

Do-joon took a step closer and spoke. To him, the words of Jecheon Kang were like a single strand of rope, and he didn’t want to let go of this rope.

The distance between him and Jecheon Kang, which was in the confrontation stance, was slightly reduced.

Jecheon Kang slowly opened his eyes.

"It's something to do with my own thoughts. It’s not something I can easily talk about.”

Do-joon bit his lips.

"……What can I do to make you tell me?"

Jecheon Kang was silent. He just looked at Do-joon without saying a word.

He never experienced something like this so he didn’t know what to say. From a desperate father's heart for his sick daughter.

Suddenly, his gaze turned to the sword in his hand. With a slight turn, the smooth blade of the sword began to shine, reflecting the sunlight.

"You don't have to do anything. Because I don't want anything in the first place.”

"Then… … .”

"If you have to do something."

Immediately cutting Do-joon off, Jecheon Kang spoke.

"We have our own rules, don't we?"

He pointed his sword towards Do-joon. At that moment, his strength began to increase explosively.

It was completely different. Unlike before, when it was like flowing water and a gentle wind. It became a wave crushing everything in its path.

Above all.

‘It's hot.’

An overwhelming heat emanated from him. A dark red energy ran through his body.

Even though he was far away and his flame resistance reached 75%. The heat was overwhelming, burning away at Do-joon’s skin.

It was even more intense than the lava dungeon he had entered the other day.

Feeling the sweat running down his chin, he asked.

"If it's the rule, the winner gets to ask a question?"

“And the loser must answer.”

Do-joon clenched his spear tightly. Strangely enough, despite the heat from Jecheon Kang, the spear was cool to the touch.

― This time it's really dangerous. Looking at that figure, it seems that he is probably trying to use his own skill. I'd like to stop it if possible…….

‘……I'm sorry.'

Do-joon said. 

In the end, he couldn't back down.

Up until now, this was all for the Hidden Quest. If the name of Jecheon Kang was real or not, if there is some nickname or not, or if there is no other   existence in this place.

But now it's different. There was a much more pressing matter than that.

He always felt sorry for Kalish. Kalish thought of him as the number one priority, but for Do-joon, the number one wasn't himself.

― I know, I know you won’t listen to me.…. Be careful.

Kalish spoke with a smirk. The words to be careful were rarely serious. When he first came up here and encountered Jecheon Kang, he had a similar tone to that time.

Okay.’

Do-joon looked at Jecheon Kang. An overbearing appearance covered in a dark red glow.

He knows. That he was stronger than any other opponent he has ever met. Maybe even he brings up everyone together he has met so far, it would still be no equivalent for him.

“I will not defend. If you give this old man even a scratch. You win."

His voice rang low. Yet it was a voice full of force and a weak-hearted person could faint just by hearing it.

In front of him, Do-joon.

"Let’s go."

He calmly surrounded himself with mana. The cold blue-coloured energy enveloped his whole body. It was weak when compared with Jecheon Kang, but it significantly prevented the heat from outside.

The next moment, Do-joon took a deep breath.

Swooosh!

He took out the Thunderbolt and threw it.

Until now, he has never used the inventory or the Thunderbolt in front of his opponent. 

There were two reasons. One was that he wanted to develop his martial art skills purely based on Kalish, and the other was.

‘To hit with a surprise when the time comes.’

To save for a grave surprise attack.

The thunderbolt flew towards Jecheon Kang in an instant. Do-joon rushed across the scattered space of heat.

He did not move as he watched the spear fly straight toward the middle of his forehead.

Then, Jecheon Kang swung his sword.

Claaannk!

His arm moved faster than the spear. The Thunderbolt was blocked in mid-air and bounced far away.

Do-joon didn't even glance at the flying spear while running at Jecheon Kang. He knew that the battle wasn’t going to be that easy.

Paang!

Do-joon moved so quickly that his body left an afterimage.

Yet.

Wooosh!

Jecheon Kang’s sword moved.

A long, diagonal wound was formed on Do-joon’s chest, and the area around it burned away from the heat. The blood splattered in the air evaporated in an instant and disappeared.

“Arghh!”

At that moment, he lost consciousness. There was no time to be astonished at the fact that even with the body of Adamantine Form, there was a wound.

He opened his eyes immediately, but by then he had already fallen.

“If you want to give up, I won't stop you."

He heard the voice of Jecheon Kang from above. Do-joon clenched his teeth and touched the ground.

Bulbulbulbul…

The skin around the wound swelled and boiled. The wound was being healed little by little. It was the effect of regeneration (Upper).

However, no amount of regenerative power can heal wounds like this in an instant. Supporting himself with his trembling arms, Do-joon managed to barely get up.

"……I don't want to.”

Of course there was no way he would give up.

"You have a lot of strange tricks."

Jecheon Kang saw Do-joon's wounds healing quickly. Even though the sword went in shallowly, he was already regaining most of his flesh. It was a wound that wouldn't be strange if he had collapsed as he was.

“One round, I lost. Do you want to ask a question right away?”

"Never mind. I'll ask you later."

Smiling bitterly, Jecheon Kang continued.

"It looks like it's going to pile up a lot."

Shortly after those words were finished, Do-joon ran again.

However, he was slashed by one blow this time as well. He fell down, spewing blood.

Then, after that, and again after that, he kept on moving. He longforgot how many times he fell. Every once in a while, he was so exhausted that he lost consciousness.

But he kept getting up.

‘Strong.’

Jecheon Kang thought.

At first, he thought he was a little calmer.

He hid his embarrassment from the first encounter and watched the side carefully, or tried to find and analyze something from his memories whenever he saw them.

Even in personal affairs, he was more likely to pursue accurate judgment than instinctive intuition.

But what about now?

Whenever he gets hit, he improves, and he rushes in again. Even after 10 tries, he would still get up at the eleventh and try again.

Do-joon's body was already in tatters. The ability to regenerate was not keeping up with the number of wounds. It will probably be a basin of blood that he has been shed so far.

"You know what? I already have the right to ask fifty questions from you.”

If it had been a real battle, he would have died 50 more times.

"Next……please."

Nevertheless, he stands up again.

Jecheon Kang has seen people of this kind. A man with a clear purpose and completely absorbed in it.

There were men who were ambitious, there were men who seek love, or there were men who simply wanted to be strong.

And.

‘…….’

That person too.

Another face overlapped Do-joon's face. He had a completely different face, but his eyes looked exactly like him now.

At that moment, the rock weighing down on his chest wriggled once again. Jecheon Kang's consciousness went inward, even for a moment.

‘Now!’

Then, Do-joon stretched out his hand. Not to him, but to the side, where the thunderbolt fell.

Soon he threw back the spear recovered by his hand.

Jecheon Kang was surprised by his skill, similar to Air Mastery. But it soon dawned on him. Just as he has a similar ability to God’s Armour even though he has not mastered the external technique, it must be similar to the one he has now.

[T/N: Jecheon Kang is referring to Do-joon’s ability of dragging the thunderbolt towards himself as Air Mastery (허공섭물과도) and his Adamantine Form as God’s Armour (금강불괴와)]

The thunderbolt was thrown by Do-joon once again. But this time, it did not fly toward Jecheon Kang. It crashed at his feet.

Thwwaaakkk!

As the thunderbolt struck, it scattered the ground. Blue lightning soon filled the surrounding environment.

"That was a good try. But as long as I close my eyes, it doesn't do anything."

Jecheon Kang raised his sword. No, he tried to lift it.

His eyes move towards his right arm with a strange expression. There were black thorns he had never seen before in his life.

The Thorns of Shear Shader that he has been saving up until now. Among Do-joon's skills, this skill was the best to pierce the mark with a surprise.

Do-joon immediately stepped on the Thunderbolt.

Then, he jumped like a cannonball with a spear wrapped in a lightning storm.

Thud

He could see the thorn that blocked Jecheon Kang in front of him. Even the Elf was tied to that and couldn't move, but it was of no use on Jecheon Kang. He just paused for a moment at the strange technique.

But it was the biggest opportunity so far.

He didn't know why, but he hesitated after making eye contact with him. The Thunderbolt that was blocked was recovered and was used for obscuring the view for a moment.

And he stopped his right arm, even for a moment, with a thorn he had never seen before.

Each one of it was a gap smaller than a needle hole, but all of these piled up and made Do-joon move.

And now.

― The spear should feel like your own body.

Feeling the wind brushing his cheek, Do-joon was recalling Kalish's words. Those words that he used to say like a habit every time he was training.

And to put it the other way around.

‘I have to use my body like a spear.’

The wind from the storm that had surrounded the window was released little by little. However, it was not like losing control and being released like before. The vortex enveloped the entire body of Do-joon, who was holding the spear.

With the spear as the center, Do-jun’s entire body became one huge horn and rushed in. The winds of the thunderstorm exploded at his feet, adding to the momentum.

Do-joon's wind pierced through the heavy-pressing wall of heat.

“…….”

Jecheon Kang lifted his sword again without saying a word.

A great storm poured down on him. It was a power that clearly exceeded Do-joon's ability that he had assumed so far.

But why?

‘You're growing.’

Is the reason considered for why he was getting so happy. 

Being conscious of the corners of his lips rising unknowingly, Jecheon Kang slashed his sword towards the tip of the vortex.

Kwaang―!

* * *

Kwaang―!

A deafening noise rang through his ears. However, there was no Jecheon Kang with a sword in front of him.

‘Again.’

The first thing that Do-joon felt was that this place was not the Sky Road.

The memory of Jecheon Kang that he used to see occasionally whenever he sparred a sword with him. It was exactly the same as in Siewellin.

‘Who is it this time?’

The memories of Jecheon Kang were always similar. Fighting someone and knocking them down overwhelmingly.

Naturally, Do-joon looked around and found Jecheon Kang and his opponent.

But.

"Kill them!"

This time it was a little different.

Contrary to the memories of almost one-on-one, this was a battlefield.

In a manor with several buildings, people in red and black uniforms were desperately killing each other.

"Fight! We, Hwayangmun, will never be defeated by these cruel savages!"

A man screamed with his blood vessels popping up around his neck. The commander of the men in red uniforms, Yang Dae-ryong, the Hwayangmun-ju.

In the middle of the rough battlefield, Do-joon first searched for Jecheon Kang. But no plausible person was seen. There were so many people.

The voice he hear then.

"Lord! That's Hwayang Munju!"

"Really?"

Someone jumped towards Yang Dae-ryong, covered in blood and wearing a black uniform.

Someone next to Yang Dae-ryong shouted.

“It’s Jecheon Kang!”

"Protect the Lord! Give your all!"

Red uniforms moving in unison. Hearing their words, Do-joon was startled.

Until now, in all of Jecheon Kang’s memories he has all been a middle-aged figure. But now, a man who flies around the enemy in a black suit is a child who might be 15 years old.

"Stupid guys."

The young Jecheon Kang grinned. It was a smile that showed madness that did not suit his age. At the same time, the intense dark heat spread, and the sword of Jecheon Kang hit those in red uniforms.

Five people, who were at the core of the camp, were cut off in an instant and collapsed.

“Re-, Red Blood Sword!”

“Have you already mastered it to this extent?”

Yang Dae-ryong created a wind barrier with his sword skill in vain. His surroundings are overwhelmed by the heat emitted from him, and if he was weak, it was enough to cause exhaustion in an instant.

In other words, he had achieved at least 5 stars in the Red Blood Sword Skill.

At that age, when he was not even a third-class martial artist, this guy has mastered the Red Blood Sword, which is one of the top three major disciplines, that up to 5 stars!

Yang Dae-ryong instinctively sensed death.

"I must kill him! If I don't kill him now, there will be a great disaster in the future!"

He must throw himself away for the sake of the future of this world.

Although the opponent was a child, he did not disrespect him. Rather, he clenched his teeth and rushed forward with the will of a loser.

‘But I'm better at experience! It's worth a try!

He was by no means a man without a name.

Hwayang’s Divine Sword user, Yang Dae-ryong. He was nothing compared to the old school Nine Factions, but at least there wasn't anyone beyond his skills nearby.

But.

Tuk

The next moment, his head was rolling on the ground.

He didn't even realize his death until the last moment.

"Hwayang Moonju is dead!"

"The small martial artist beheaded Yang Dae-ryong!”

There were now only cheering black robes and red robes with their heads down.