The Swordsman of the Gods

The Swordsman of the Gods
064. Not Naive Not Cunning Except Doing Your Best



The deep darkness. The situation when experiencing death happens again. His mind was mixed. Starting from the sentence Gupta, Nia or Relia. Even Crow (Bing He) is too.


The misleading illusion. Yongchun was sitting limp, he was grimacing in pain. Something moved him and continued to creep into his body. The exact same streak Emperor Ming had.


“I wouldn't have thought that a trivial illusion could mislead you so easily. Because humans are weak to such things. Moreover, you said you hardly remember about the incident before. All vague for yourself when you pass your life and death easily.”


Niao then chuckled. Laughing excitedly at Yongchun's reaction was so funny to him. It was unexpected that he would see something like this. Just because of the illusion, it was even just his friend. Not family, somehow the reaction later.


Niao then whispered, “Hey, swordsman. Your name is Yongchun, no ...Ashura, right?”


Of course Yongchun answered nothing. He still huddled in guilt over the illusions that had befallen him.


“This time, leave me alone.” Yongchun muttered.


“No will! You said you wanted to get out, right? This dark room is mine. Maybe you've seen something similar, but it's not the same. All you need to do is answer my question,” Niao said.


Not the trouble he experienced. Niao was wrong. For Yongchun was now looking at him sharply straight.


Niao who saw it was shocked. What's the matter? He began to ask. But end up dead-end.


“You said after this we will come out?” ask Yongchun.


At that time the room was dark but the two men could see each other. As if covered in white light.


“Iya. This is the last layer. That's what I was trying to say. But are you capable? Aren't you haunted by the past?”


Niao sounded insinuating. The seringai shown directly also revealed its true nature as a hell creature.


“Despite memory. You said that it was just an illusion,” Yongchun said as he rose.


“Then if it really is your memory?”


“Many say that the man, Gupta did sacrifice his life for me. And I'm the one who unilaterally doesn't want to accept it.”


“Don't you have to find that answer first?”


“You think I'm stupid?” Yongchun glanced cynically with a tinge of black aura coming out from his two eyes.


“That Gupta told me to kill myself with his sword.” Yongchun slightly drew the sword in question. “But, the people I trust will not lie to me about that.”


“If they cannot be trusted?”


Again he was annoyed by Niao. He bit his lower lip and said, “If so. Before I decide to commit suicide as a ransom for sin, then I should get out of here alive!”


Strong on his stance. This is the nature of Yongchun. Because, since the beginning he easily put trust and easily also put a sense of suspicion that he should suspect.


He won't think long. Unlike Gupta, he was able to accept friendship from her because it had been destroyed. Yongchun or the man known as Asyura, is a person who will make use of everything even if it has to be by manipulating everyone.


But sometimes I think like this.


“Although sometimes I like cheating on them. But that doesn't mean I'm a bad guy.”


Is correct. That's what keeps him thinking positively. Therefore, the Eye of God does not easily take his body for granted. Repeatedly disturbed, haunted by the past or by other means such as his own hand killing someone he cares about, he cannot be easily fooled.


“On what basis do you trust them?” Niao's forehead wrinkled. He felt disappointed.


The dark room became somewhat shaken. Mark Niao, who became the owner of the place, felt angry and disappointed towards Yongchun who was not easily instigated.


“Hard-headed man!” ketus Niao, take a look.


“Hei, Niao! Where do you want to go?”


Niao's steps came to a halt as soon as Yongchun called out to him from behind. He also looked over with a crumpled face.


“Before you get out of here. Do you intend to charge yourself with all the affairs in the world?” Niao asked.


“Not really. Although it sounds naive to charge myself with all that trouble. Or sound crafty by using the people around me. That's not true,” Yongchun said.


He walked up to him with a surrounding aura, the figure of the God Eye seemed to be connected to the Niao force on both of its wings.


“Because, with just a few words you can do anything. I lead above them also because of those who have supported me until now. That's my principle,” he added firmly.


Niao was silent for quite some time. Then pushed Yongchun's body away from him.


“You should be suspicious of my whereabouts like when we first met. I am the keeper of hell!”


After revealing who Niao really is. Yongchun suddenly fell. White clouds pierced through it, that bluish-bright sky filled the surroundings.


“Eh?! I fell!”


Because suddenly, Yongchun could not control it. Waiting until he hit the ground, he could not do this.


“Basic, The Demon! Never mentioned my name even you pushed me to die early?! Don't joke!”


Over time, the fall is falling rapidly.


***


The day before Yongchun came out of hell.


Elsewhere, the middle east. College, the part behind the red sea.


The atmosphere is beautiful only with the desert filling the road. Standing a towering building with several floors.


Two men bowed their knees before an old man. Silently bowing his head, a figure who stood back to the table then walked towards the window.


Irritated, he flicked the disturbing curtains. Letting light in and blinding their eyes. A moment of silence, the old man moved his teeth again after the 10th time.


A strand of white hair fell to the floor, a gentle breeze came in after he opened the window and made the strand of hair fly out of nowhere.


Capturing the view below there are some people who are actively working. Once he saw a woman who came to work, play or do other activities.


“He is! What the hell is he doing?! Let the old man work all day here!! Damn you!”


The man screamed as he squeezed the piece of paper he was holding. Then grabbing the shabby sword that was on the table, he momentarily pulled to look at the blade of his sword then slammed it against the floor violently.


“Mr Diola! That's an heirloom thing! Please be careful!” Everyone shouted at him anxiously and in panic.