Chapter 552: A Black Hole in My Heart Too
Under the blazing sunlight, the Dark King shimmered precariously, as though she might vanish at any moment.
But Geom Mugeuk knew. She wasnât someone who would simply disappear into nothingness.
âIt took a fortune to save that man. What a waste.â
Even in this situation, she remained calm.
Geom Mugeuk looked at the Evil Smiling Demon and said,
âI shouldâve sent him back with only half his head blown off. So that reviving him would bankrupt you.â
As he joked, Geom Mugeukâs hand naturally touched the back of the Evil Smiling Demon.
Uuuuuu.
His internal energy began to flow discreetly into the Evil Smiling Demon. He was sharing a portion of his remaining energy with him.
The Evil Smiling Demon did not refuse and accepted the internal energy. The Dark King might target him, now that he had lost his power. If so, Geom Mugeuk would surely try to protect him.
If the energy was going to be expended anyway, it was better to be passed on to him. As always, he trusted in the Young Cult Leader's decisions.
âHe wouldnât have been saved a second time. Even that one time, there had been disagreement.â
âWhich side were you on? Ah, you mustâve been on the side that wanted to save him.â
The wavering shadow shook her head. Though she had come with the Battle King, it seemed she hadnât wanted to save him.
âYou were the one who rescued him, werenât you?â
âI was only following orders.â
It was likely not a lie. For someone who lived in the world of night, those who lived in the daylight held no meaning.
Was the one who gave the order Hwa Moogi? Or someone else?
Geom Mugeuk wanted to ask directly about Hwa Moogi. What he was doing now. Whether he still led them even in this time. What he was thinking.
But he had resolved never to mention Hwa Moogi. Many things had already changed in this life, but that was one thing he would never touch.
He wished for Hwa Moogi to appear at that destined moment in the future. The one to face him should not be the present them, but the future them.
Instead of indulging his curiosity about him, he asked about the Dark King.
âIf you disappear from here, what happens to your real body? Do you die in the palanquin?â
Geom Mugeuk assumed her true body was inside the palanquin.
âWhy do you assume I will lose to the Young Cult Leader?â
âWell, because we donât intend to lose.â
âThe Demon Supremeâs internal energy must be depleted, and surely the Young Cult Leader has little left to maintain this Temporal and Spatial Transference Technique?â
Indeed, the once-blazing sunlight was slowly losing its brilliance. Unable to maintain the scorching sun, they were now letting time flow normally in this place.
âHonestly, even this much is truly astonishing. No matter how much one is the successor to the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, how on earth did you accumulate such energy at that age?â
Geom Mugeuk truly displayed an endless and profound depth of internal power.
âI am the incarnation of greed. So I once thought this much would be enough, but now I intend to gather even more. Meeting you made me decide. When it comes to internal energy and martial arts, I must become not just the incarnation of greed, but greed itself. Only then can I face you all.â
In the meantime, all of his energy had been transferred to the Evil Smiling Demon. Even while conversing, Geom Mugeuk had demonstrated divine skill, transmitting his energy without the opponent realizing.
Geom Mugeuk drew the Black Demon Sword. As if it had been tempered in the Battle Kingâs fists, a sharper and fiercer energy flowed along the blade.
âWell then, letâs finish this. I have a banquet with my friends to attend.â
He remained unruffled.
The Evil Smiling Demon, too, stood calmly with his arms relaxed, gazing at the Dark King.
The Dark Kingâs eyes moved from the two of them to the sun behind them. It had already descended quite a bit.
The moment her gaze turned fierce, black smoke swirled around her and rose into the air.
When the smoke cleared, a woman stood there. Shockingly, the Dark King hadnât been in the palanquinâshe had been here all along.
âIt wonât be a banquetâitâll be your death day.â
A woman in black martial attire.
Her appearance stood in stark contrast to her voice. Her features were distorted, unbalanced, and brokenâwhen she had been a mere wavering shadow, she had seemed far more beautiful.
Her voice was different too. A grating, tearing sound that irritated the ears.
âYou filthy Young Cult bastard!â
As if this had always been her true personality, her eyes burned only with deep hatred.
âI think I understand why you descended into that manâs body to fight.â
A flicker of killing intent passed through the Dark Kingâs gaze. She expected mockery about her appearance, but Geom Mugeuk had seen something else.
âYouâre someone with a powerful will to live.â
She did not deny it. When she possessed someone, even if that person died, she herself wouldnât perish. But now that she had revealed her physical body, it was different. She could truly die.
âEven if I die, I wonât die in this filthy world of yours!â
The Dark King launched a sudden double-palm strike.
Shreeeeek.
She had expected Geom Mugeuk to evade it, but not the Evil Smiling Demonâhe had no internal energy, after all.
Yet the Evil Smiling Demon not only dodged the attack but countered it as well.
Shuk!
She barely avoided the flying Blood Disaster Finger.
She had initiated the ambush but found herself more surprised than her targets. The Dark King shrieked in frustration.
âYou monstrous bastards! Where the hell is all this energy coming from?!â
Shreeeeeeeeek!
Her palm strike tore the ground apart. The cliff they stood on shook violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.
However, the martial arts she wielded outside the darkness were neither more nor less than simply âimpressive.â That level of power was not enough to restrain Geom Mugeuk and the Evil Smiling Demon.
Lacking in skill, she compensated with internal energy, managing to maintain a tense battle.
And finally, the moment she had been waiting for since the beginning of the fight arrived.
As Geom Mugeuk approached her, she suddenly looked down at her hand. A reddish tint had begun to seep through. The sunset had begun to fade in the distanceâthis was the time of the dog and the wolf, when day and night intertwined.
And this moment belonged to the wolf.
In that fleeting instant, a white outline seemed to form again in her eyesâ
Her body transformed once more into a shadow of darkness.
Sssrrrrk.
She vanished from sight in an instant.
Geom Mugeuk was taken aback. He had never seen movement this fast.
âShe used the Dark Path Return Technique!â
They thought it couldnât be used here!
As Geom Mugeuk turned toward the Evil Smiling Demon, his expression stiffened.
His gaze turned cold. It hadnât been the Dark Path Return Technique.
Over the Evil Smiling Demonâs mask, the Dark Kingâs face flickered.
The Dark King had descended into the Evil Smiling Demonâs body.
From the beginning of the battle, she had aimed for this one moment only. This moment when the light had faded, when she could use the Dark Descent Technique.
If possible, it wouldâve been better to descend into Geom Mugeukâs body. But with his mastery of the Nine Calamities Demon Art and the Heavenly Demon Body Protection Technique, she could not possess him.
With a stunned heart, Geom Mugeuk looked at the Evil Smiling Demon. His eyes too showed surprise. She had taken over his body, but not his mind. Just like with the Battle King before, the two remained separate.
âYou canât use the Dark Descent Technique twice in one day.â
Her voice once again turned enchanting and beautiful.
âIf you do, a curse befalls you. What kind of curse, you ask?â
Her next words were shocking.
âItâs the curse of never being able to leave the possessed body. Iâll be with the Evil Smiling Demon forever.â
âDonât talk nonsense!â
Geom Mugeuk didnât believe her. If such a curse existed, she wouldnât have used the descent technique.
Her sharp laughter rang out. She laughed like a madwoman.
âThatâs right, it is nonsense. I just canât leave this body for the next three days. Until then, weâre bound in symbiosis. Plenty of time to kill all of you.â
Under her flickering gaze, Geom Mugeuk looked into the eyes of the Evil Smiling Demon. Strangely, the person concerned looked calm.
But it was undeniableâhis body was under the control of the Dark King.
Shuk!
From the Evil Smiling Demonâs fingers, the Blood Disaster Finger shot forward. His hand and the flickering shadow of the Dark King overlapped as they moved. The Evil Smiling Demon could not control his own body. The internal energy of the descended Dark King was greater than his own.
Geom Mugeuk hurled his body to evade the Blood Disaster Finger. He had never imagined he would one day have to dodge an attack from the Evil Smiling Demon like this.
Shuk! Shuk!
He moved again. One of the flying Blood Disaster Fingers grazed his side.
âNo!â
Despite the Evil Smiling Demonâs desperate cry, the Blood Disaster Finger only split further and targeted Geom Mugeuk again.
Pah-pahk!
Blood sprayed from Geom Mugeukâs shoulder. With the Dark King now descended into the Evil Smiling Demon, the Blood Disaster Finger had become even faster and more powerful. With his internal energy depleted, dodging them was nothing short of a disaster.
âDonât worry, Soma-nim! Iâll find a way!â
Even while evading the attacks, Geom Mugeuk tried to reassure the Evil Smiling Demon. But no solution came to mind.
He couldnât dispel the Temporal and Spatial Transference Technique.
He had no idea what was happening outside, and even if Jin Hagun and Bih Sa-in were waiting for him out thereâhe couldnât attack the Evil Smiling Demon.
Most of all, what he feared was that she might vanish with the Evil Smiling Demon using the Dark Path Return Technique.
If the Evil Smiling Demon were taken by them like thisâŠ
They would kill him horribly. And if they kept him alive, it would be a fate worse than death.
Puhk!
Another splintered Blood Disaster Finger struck Geom Mugeukâs body, drawing more blood.
The Evil Smiling Demon shouted.
âRelease the Temporal and Spatial Transference Technique, Young Cult Leader!â
He meant to combine forces with their allies outside.
âAt this rate, the Young Cult Leader will die.â
But Geom Mugeuk didnât release it.
The Evil Smiling Demon believed there was only one way to resolve this situation.
âYoung Cult Leader, you must kill me.â
The Dark King laughed and said,
âI know how much the Young Cult Leader cherishes you. He could never kill you.â
Geom Mugeuk nodded in agreement.
âI would rather die than do that. Just waitâIâll find a way!â
Of course, the Evil Smiling Demon trusted Geom Mugeuk.
But they had no time left. And he had no energy.
At this rate, he would die here. The killing intent of the Dark King within his body was unmistakable. And Geom Mugeuk would never attack him.
A decisive light grew in the Evil Smiling Demonâs eyes.
Shuk-shuk-shuk!
Puhk! Puhk!
Because Geom Mugeuk was using his remaining internal energy to maintain the Temporal and Spatial Transference Technique, he continued to be wounded. Though he avoided fatal strikes, his entire body was soaked in blood.
Hwiriririkâ
Black smoke coiled up like vines from beneath Geom Mugeukâs feet, wrapping around his body. Wounded and exhausted, he couldnât shake off the energy. Even in this state, he didnât release the technique.
âWell then, letâs end this with the same strike you used to blow off that manâs head.â
She raised her hand to unleash the Frantic Demonic Palmâ
In that moment, the Dark Kingâs eyes widened in shock.
â!â
Only her flickering arm extended forward.
The Evil Smiling Demonâs arm had not moved. His body had rejected her.
âHeâs resisting the command of descent? How is this possible?!â
It was something the Dark King had never experienced before.
Once again, the Dark King tried to control him and move his body. But the Evil Smiling Demon didnât budge. Crimson veins burst from the eyes behind the mask.
And that wasnât all.
The Evil Smiling Demonâs arm began to rise slowly. It wasnât mere resistanceâhe was moving on his own.
In the Evil Smiling Demonâs mind, there was only pure white. He was now standing in his own room. From there, he stared at the long line drawn on the wall. The power of darkness could not intrude upon the mind of the Evil Smiling Demon, who stood within that field of pure white.
His hand did not rise toward Geom Mugeuk. It was lifting toward his own head. Since she had said she couldnât leave his body for three days, he intended to die along with the Dark King.
âNo! Soma-nim! You mustnât!â
Despite Geom Mugeukâs cry, the Evil Smiling Demonâs arm continued to rise.
âSoma-nim! Soma, donât!â
Even as Geom Mugeuk shouted, the arm kept lifting.
The Dark King, too, grew desperate. If the Evil Smiling Demon died, so would she.
She released black energy to stop him, but it couldnât overcome the will of the Evil Smiling Demon.
The strength he displayed now exceeded human will.
âRelease me! Now!â
The Dark King, without hesitation, undid the energy binding Geom Mugeuk. Her survival came first.
The very moment his palm was about to reach the white maskâ
Kwaaaak!
Geom Mugeuk seized his arm, redirecting the palm toward himself. The Frantic Demonic Palm did not fireâjust barely.
Their eyes locked in midair. In that gaze, the two exchanged a question and answer.
Are you really going to go through with this?
Yes. If I can save you, I will.
Yes, he would. Just as Geom Mugeuk refused to give up on him, so too would the Evil Smiling Demon never give up on him. Thatâs why another way had to be found.
Geom Mugeukâs eyes turned to the flickering shadow of the Dark King.
âIf only I can catch thatâŠ!â
He grabbed for the arm.
But like grasping smoke, it slipped from his hand.
He reached again and again, but the shadow could not be caught.
âPlease! Please!â
At the height of that desperation, his body responded.
Uuuuuung!
With a deep tremor, something that had been slumbering within him until now awakened.
The energy absorbed by the Secret Box began to stir. Among it, the one that moved now was the energy of Black Eye.
As the energy of Black Eye surged into both of Geom Mugeukâs hands, black energy began to ripple around them.
Kwak.
The next moment, Geom Mugeukâs hand caught the Dark Kingâs wrist.
Both the Dark King and Geom Mugeuk were shocked. Her horrified expression rippled over the white mask. Beneath it, through the eye sockets, the Evil Smiling Demon also revealed a stunned gaze.
âI caught you!â
Geom Mugeuk gripped the Dark King's hand tightly. She tried to break free, but there was no way Geom Mugeuk would let go. He pulled with the determination to hold on even if it meant losing his arm.
Jiiiiiiiiiikâ
Her body began to be dragged out of the Evil Smiling Demon.
âSoma-nim! Back away!â
The Evil Smiling Demon pushed in the opposite direction, trying to force her out.
â...This is impossible!â
The Dark King, horrified, lashed out with dark energy that tore at Geom Mugeukâs arm.
Pak! Pak!
Blood sprayed from his arm, but Geom Mugeuk did not release his grip. Fortunately, the Supreme-Grade Silkworm Thread wrapped around his arm kept it from being severed.
All that filled Geom Mugeukâs mind was that if he let go now, the Evil Smiling Demon would die.
âJust a little more! A little more! Uaaaaaah!â
Jiiiiiiiiiiikâ
Bit by bit, she was being pulled out.
The moment the Dark King was fully forced out of the Evil Smiling Demonâs bodyâ
Fwaaaaaah! Sshraak!
The energy of Black Eye surged up and devoured the dark energy in an instant, as if swallowing it whole.
âAaaaagh!â
At the same time, her true form appeared.
âYou! What are you?!â
Even Geom Mugeuk was just as shocked. Her dark energy had been wholly absorbed by the power of Black Eye, vanishing without a trace, as if it had merely fallen asleep inside him.
â...No!â
Stripped of her darkness, her face suddenly turned pitch black.
Fassssssssâ
She crumbled into black ash and scattered into the air.
Geom Mugeuk, who had been staring blankly at the sight, collapsed onto his back.
The Evil Smiling Demon also collapsed where he stood.
âHaa⊠haaâŠâ
Only their ragged breathing echoed in that place.
When this fight began, neither of them couldâve imagined it would end this way.
As the sound of their breathing settled, the Evil Smiling Demon asked,
âWhat⊠happened?â
âThereâs a black hole in my heart, too. I think it mightâve devoured her.â
It was half true, but the Evil Smiling Demon took it as a joke.
âAre you alright?â
âNo. I feel like Iâm dying.â
The Evil Smiling Demon sat up first.
Blood streamed from Geom Mugeukâs arm. He recalled the moment Geom Mugeuk had pulled with that injured arm to save him. If not for the Supreme-Grade Silkworm Thread, it would have been severed.
Without a word, the Evil Smiling Demon pressed on the acupoint of his arm to stop the bleeding. Geom Mugeuk made a fuss, saying it hurt.
Now Geom Mugeuk asked,
âSoma-nim, are you alright?â
The Evil Smiling Demonâs gaze deepened as he looked at Geom Mugeuk. He felt it was time to do something he had resolved to do quite a while ago.
âWhether Iâm alright or not⊠please see for yourself.â
The Evil Smiling Demon slowly began to remove his mask.