Best disciple. Nocturne hesitated for the first time when he heard this, and without missing a beat, the Martial King threw out a series of strikes. Bam! Bam! Bam!
Nocturne came to his senses and tried to shield himself with his arms, but the strikes blew his arms away once more. Fortunately for Nocturne, he could restore his arms through his power, but his face grew twisted, not because of the pain but because he thought that the Martial King was making fun of him.
ăThat doesnât make any senseâŚ!ă
âWhy do you think it makes no sense?â the Martial King said in a biting tone.
ăWhat?ă
âLook.â
Nocturne automatically looked down at the spot on his body the Martial King was pointing to, and he stopped hesitating and counterattacked. Their arms collided, and their feet shifted to find a way to close the gap between them. Even during the brief moments when their eyes met, they didnât stop using the Eight Extreme Fists against each other, as though they were exchanging chess moves.
âYou copy me well.â The Martial King said without moving his mouth. âYouâre the only one of my disciples who has reached this level.â
Nocturne felt silent. He wanted to tell the Martial king to stop speaking so much nonsense, but he couldnât get those words to come out.
âItâs been like that from the beginning. From the moment you first opened your eyes and became aware. You instinctively imitated my breathing and my habits. At first, I was dumbfounded that someone could do that.â The Martial King smiled as he recalled that time. Nocturneâs actions were like those of a baby duck newly hatched from its shell and seeing the world for the first time, imprinting on the first being it saw. The duckling would follow its mother and learn survival skills to live in the world. It would learn how to flap its wings, paddle in the water, and snatch prey with its beak. Then, it would become an independent adult. One day, it would find a mate, build a nest, and lay eggs, just like its mother.
For the Martial King, Nocturne was just like a duckling. Since he didnât have any memories, Nocturne instinctively wanted to learn everything from the Martial King, perhaps as a defensive strategy. At first, the Martial King was bothered by Nocturneâs actions, but over time, the Martial King started looking at Nocturne and his actions differently. As time passed, Nocturne truly started resembling the Martial King, first in simple habits, then martial arts, until the establishment of Nocturneâs understanding and style of martial arts.
The pace of Nocturneâs development was so surprisingly fast that even the Head Elder, who had encountered many talented students throughout his life, could not help marveling. Even if some of that could be chalked up to the basic power of being Allforoneâs simulation, it was still mind-boggling how fast Nocturne absorbed what he learned. Martial King couldnât help developing a fondness for his disciple, the child who accepted him as a master and imitated everything about him. No teacher would dislike a student who devoted himself to becoming like his teacher. The only difference between them was their personalities.
Unlike the Martial King, who was very arrogant and self-assured, Nocturne was calm like Allforone. Still, he was a carbon copy of the Martial King in every other way, as the battle between them proved.
Bang! Bang! As the Martial King and Nocturneâs strikes constantly clashed, an increasingly hot whirlwind started raging. Sss. The Martial Kingâs right arm shattered like a sandcastle. Particles of light poured into the spot where his arm had been.
[Your transcendence has reached a critical point.]
[Gaiaâs Curse has grown out of control.]
[The process of deterioration is accelerating!]
Though his transcendence was moving ahead at full speed, the Martial King did not pay it much mind. It was more important for the Martial King to talk with his disciple and clear up any misunderstandings. âObviously, I initially brought you with me because of my greed. You were like a lifeline that I needed to overcome my stagnant development. I was crazy about overcoming my limitations.â
The Martial King acknowledged his mistake. When he looked back on that period, the Martial King also felt that he had acted crazilyâperhaps even beyond madness. At that time, the Martial Kingâs reputation as a walking disaster had grown, and he would stomp on anyone who criticized him for fooling around or blow away someoneâs house for starting rumors. He did things in the extreme because of his frustration that he wouldnât be able to overcome his enemy, Allforone, no matter how much he tried.
Around then, Martial King started thinking of other, non-traditional measures. If he could not beat Allforone through normal means, perhaps there was an unconventional method. The Martial King thought of taking out Allforoneâs simulation on the twenty-first floor and studying it to find a way to defeat Allforone. It hadnât been as difficult to pull off as heâd expected.
He took advantage of the Tower systemâs blind spots, and he managed to achieve it after controlling his thoughts and using up all the karma he had acquired up to that point.
âIâm not sure if youâll believe me, but you who saved me from myself.â
Nocturne wanted to shout at the Martial King to stop spewing nonsense. He also wanted to shout that he did not believe what the Martial King was saying. He wanted to shout that everything the Martial King had done for him was based on a lie. However, Nocturne remained silent because the Martial Kingâs mischievous yet gentle smile and impression he got from the Martial Kingâs attacks made him realize that every word the Martial King uttered was the truth.
âI thought you were a simple simulation, but youâre an individual who possesses an ego. Furthermore, you followed me around like a little duckling, calling me âMasterâ. Even though Iâm crazy about improving, Iâm not that crazy to treat a student like a lab rat. Thatâs why, whenever I saw you trying so hard to remember your past, even though I wanted to tell you, I did nothing. I just could not find the heart to say anything.â
The Martial Kingâs left foot crumbled, but he continued moving quickly without losing his balance. Nocturne had been so single-minded that he didnât even realize that the Martial King was deteriorating.
ăYou canât just erase your past sins by saying thatâŚ!ă
âNo, I canât. My intentions were impure, and I hid the facts from you. So⌠Iâm sorry.â
Those words landed heavily in Nocturneâs chest. The Martial King had never uttered anything like that before.
âYou need to understandâŚâ The corners of the Martial Kingâs eyes wrinkled as he smiled. âNo matter what anyone says, you are my disciple.â
Boom! Half of the halo that enveloped Nocturne disappeared with the Martial Kingâs blow. Whoosh! The whirlwind produced by impact blew towards the sky. Nocturne did not even let out a cry of pain. Every word that the Martial King uttered had shaken his heart, and he could finally see things clearly.
Sss. When a gust of wind blew past, the entire right side of the Martial King crumbled into tiny particles like sand, revealing condensed light dispersion inside his body. Nocturneâs eyes flickered for the first time. He knew that the Martial King was deteriorating, and even though he had hoped for the Martial Kingâs death, now that it was imminent, Nocturne felt a knot tightening in his chest.
However, the Martial King laughed jokingly. âYouâre not Allforone. Youâre not Vivasvatâs simulation. You may have originated from him, and even if you were originally a simulation created by the Towerâs system, youâve lived your own life. Isnât that right?â
Nocturneâs fists trembled. Boom! The Martial King did not miss the opportunity and lunged forward.
âLet me ask you something. Did you live under the control of Allforone? Were you a doll controlled by me? Are the memories you possess right now yours or Allforoneâs? And what about your current thoughts? Your ego? Arenât you self-aware?â
Bam! The Martial Kingâs left hand wrapped around Nocturneâs right hand. Nocturne tried to shake off the Martial Kingâs grasp, but The Martial King narrowed the distance between them and tightly bound Nocturne.
âDonât waver. Donât be scared. Donât be afraid. What is there to be afraid of? Youâre living your life, so donât create stress from things that donât matter to you. AlsoâŚâ
For a moment, Nocturne could feel his body stiffen. Strangely, he could not even budge. Then, Nocturne realized why. He realized what the Martial King was holding. It was his source code. How the hell did the Martial King recognize and read his source code? As long as the Martial King was part of the system, he shouldnât have the power to do this.
Though it had not been long since the Martial King initiated his exuviation and transcendence, the Martial King had already reached Allforoneâs power level. This meant that the Martial King could also utilize the Towerâs code like Allforone, something that even the top administrator could not easily touch.
âSince youâre my disciple, you should show some guts and pride, you wimp.â The Martial King swiped Nocturneâs stomach with his hand.
Boom! At that moment, Nocturne slightly bounced upwards as the halo of light that surrounded him was torn apart, revealing his true form. Nocturneâs eyes were full of astonishment and confusion. Nocturneâs transcendence, which was based on the Towerâs system, had been aborted.
[System error!]
[System error!]
[Transcendence has been aborted. Player âNocturneâ will be downgraded.]
[The system cannot interfere.]
[The system cannot interfere.]
......
[System error!]
[All system attributes applied to the player âNocturneâ will be suspended.]
Despite this unbelievable act, The Martial King laughed as if it were no big deal. More than half of his torso had deteriorated, and his vision was already blurring. He forced his eyes open and looked straight into his discipleâs face. âIâm happy we could clash like this. Before, you were just a duckling who only knew how to imitate me⌠Now, you can flap your wings and fly. Havenât you found your own path? Your adolescence was pretty long, no?â
Adolescence. Before children became adults, they worried about their identities, what they would do in the future, and how they could establish who they were. To the Martial King, Nocturne was just like an adolescent.
Nocturne pretended to be mature, but it was only now that he had gotten rid of his dependence and rebelled against the Martial King. Once Nocturne overcame this period, he would be reborn as a wonderful, unique duck.
âHowever, even if youâre going through puberty, doing something wrong still means itâs wrong. You should expect an appropriate punishment for your mistakes, right?â
Bam! The Martial King smiled as he moved. He was truly enjoying this moment. âBecause thatâs what a teacher, a parent, and an adult should do for you.â
Nocturne closed his eyes tightly. He did not know what the Martial King planned to do, but since the system was shut down and no longer providing him with power, he could not do anything. Even if the Martial King sneezed on him, he would have no choice but to die. Nocturne could no longer resist. ăMaster?ă
Nocturne was tense, expecting a huge blow, when he felt a warm touch on his head instead of pain. His eyes popped open to see the Martial King smiling at him warmly. The Martial King looked proudly at his mature disciple as he gently stroked Nocturneâs head. âIâm proud of you.â
Plop. Nocturne sat on the ground and burst into tears.
***
âDamn it, damn it, damn it!â
Boom! Boom! Boom! Yeon-woo swung Vigrid wildly, trying to break the barrier down in any way possible. At Yeon-wooâs command, the Ghost Giants and the dragon of death bombarded the barrier with their attacks, but the barrier did not budge. They could not even scratch it.
Yeon-wooâs anxiety and anger grew, his eyes burning with fury. It was just like his goddamned master to do this to him. Why did the Martial King want to commit to such an absurd act? What did he want Yeon-woo to see? What the hell did the Martial King mean about mortality and immortality? Once one died, none of those things mattered. Why was the Martial King acting so flippantly? There were many things Yeon-woo wanted to say, but he could not verbalize them.
As Yeon-woo struggled with himself, the Martial King, still shimmering with light, overwhelmed Nocturne. Now that heâd lost his own halo of light, Nocturne crumbled to the ground and dropped his head while shedding tears of regret.
Yeon-woo stopped without even realizing. The Martial King turned his head to Yeon-woo. His body had deteriorated so much that the missing parts outnumbered the remaining ones. More than half of his face was missing. The Martial King was probably trying to hold onto it just so he could leave his last words.
The Martial King was like a candle flame shining brightly right before being extinguished. His eyes were dazzling. âDid you observe everything?â
Yeon-woo wanted to say something. However, those words were not appropriate for this moment. It was his masterâs last moment. It would be silly for Yeon-woo to cry or be angry at his masterâs smiling, fading face. Thus, Yeon-woo forced himself to smile and nod while tears rolled down his face. And though it was difficult to move his lips, Yeon-woo quietly eked out, âYes.â
âThatâs it then.â The Martial King nodded as if satisfied with this last lesson. After looking at his two disciples, the Martial King moved his gaze to his son, who was looking sadly from afar, and his tribe members. âIf I had known this would happen, I would have had a drink every now and then instead of just fighting around with my students and children. How unfortunate.â The Martial King clucked his tongue and quietly disappeared.