ââŚIf it werenât for you, Death King, I would still be in the back alleys of the slum. All my equipment was stolen⌠Honestly, I canât imagine what would have happened.â
The Alchemist slowly opened her eyes.
Beyond her glasses, her eyes were much clearer than before.
âYes. I want to repay you for what you did for me. Iâll devote myself solely to making the medicine without thinking⌠But I canât really see my surroundings when Iâm distracted by my work. I am not polite, either. Iâll probably be very cocky. StillâŚâ
âThat doesnât matter.â
I nodded.
âPlease show off your skills to your heartâs content.â
Now was not the time to worry about fine manners.
I just need good returns on my investment in the future.
ââŚâŚI understand.â
The Alchemist fixed her glasses.
She turned her head and looked at the Medicine King.
âSir.â
âHmm? What.â
âFrom now on, please support me with your full strength.â
The Medicine King frowned. The old manâs wrinkles were as thick as his stubbornness.
âSupport? Suppooort? Have you seen such a horrible thing? Yes, this. Even cold water has order to it! Top and bottom! How dare this greenhorn ask the Medicine King to support herâŚâ
âSkill card open.â
ââŚHuh?â
Cards sprang out from the Alchemistâs hand.
One golden card. Three silver cards.
The Alchemist acquired four skills that were difficult to obtain for an ordinary hunter. Furthermore, she only had advanced skills that were B grade or higher.
The Medicine Kingâs eyes widened into circles.
âW, what is this? Are you trying to show off your skills to me? Hey. Youngâuns think that everything can be done with just skills. You donât know what true ability isâŚâ
The Alchemist replied,
âYou can look at it.â
âWhat?â
âYou can look at what my skills are.â
The Medicine King was embarrassed and couldnât respond right away.
It was natural. Skills were secret weapons for Hunters. Any savvy Hunter knew that they should never let others learn their skills. Revealing skills was like confessing not only oneâs own strengths but also oneâs weaknesses.
In a word, it was pure stupidity. A dumb and foolish act.
âOr should I just show it to you myself?â
However, the Alchemist did not hesitate.
âThis skill is called [Moving Hospital].â
She turned the card over and showed it to the Medicine King.
âEverything from a blood test to an EEG test is possible in real time. I can also take out and use the drugs I store in advance. However, there is a 2% chance of a misdiagnosis. This is [Life Diagnosis]. It shows me a patientâs condition in terms of genes. I can combine the two skills to minimize the probability of a misdiagnosisâŚâ
âW, wait a moment! Wait just a minute!â
The Medicine King belatedly caught up his thoughts.
âYou! Why are you showing me your skills!? What if I expose this to the Alchemy Castle or to my business partners!â
âItâs all right. I swore that I wouldnât care about such petty thoughts,â the Alchemist said. âIf you want to make it public, do it. But please support me this time until we make a treatment.â
âNo, but why are you asking meâŚâ
âBecause I need you to speed up development time, even if itâs just by a day.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âYou hate looking at me, right?â
The Alchemist looked at the Medicine King. It was a calm, cold look. The Alchemist used to be flustered often, but now her face was completely expressionless.
âAre you angry because this âyoungâunâ doesnât know about the topic? It must be annoying that someone like me has talent, right? Youâre annoyed like crazy because you know Iâm going to live longer than you and be admired by people for longer than you, right?â
ââŚâŚ.â
The human voice is often compared to that of a bird. But I bet the Alchemistâs voice could not be imitated by any beast. To put it frankly, it was like this. Her voice reminded me of a bug.
It was like the sizzle of a fire ant colony.
âIf you can help me with your utmost power this time.â
The Alchemist fixed her glasses.
âThe medicine recipes I have made so far. Iâll give you everything. I wonât go anywhere or tell them theyâre my recipes. You can have them. Use them. Tell people that itâs a recipe you inventedââ
At that moment, the Alchemistâs glasses slipped and fell to the floor.
The old man had slapped her on the cheek.
ââŚâŚ.â
The Alchemist picked up her glasses. Then, she silently wiped the glasses with her sleeves. A red handprint remained on her left cheek. The Alchemist put on her glasses again, then silently looked at the old man.
The old man trembled.
âYou wicked thingâŚâ
âI will analyze the zombie virus.â
âYou will learn that there is a sky above the sky.â
âSir, please do the things I tell you to do.â
âThe day will come when your pride will be crushed and you will exude a rotten odor.â
âIâll write down what I need and give it to you.â
âSomeday you tooââ
âAt that time, sirââ
The old man and the woman spoke at the same time.
âYou will meet someone better than you.â
âFind it and give it to me.â
And the two Hunters fell silent.
The Alchemist on the left and the Medicine King on the right sat on either side of the corpse of the faction leader. When the Alchemist muttered something, the Medicine King wrote it down. It was a neutral, muted atmosphere. The two, who became more of a still life art than a portrait, only conversed about business.
âDeath King-nim. Iâm sorry, but please leave,â the Alchemist mumbled, cutting into the corpseâs head with a surgical knife.
âThe sound of your breath is disturbing me. A lot. Itâs very, very disturbing.â
âGo and catch six more zombies while youâre out.â
The Medicine King peered into the corpseâs dark mouth. The Medicine King pinched the zombieâs tongue, stained purple and black, with his tongs.
âI need more samples. A kid. A young adult. An old person. Each with a different gender. And if there are any medicinal herbs that I say I need, get them.
I nodded.
âLeave it to me.â
From that day.
We went into a state of war.
Even eating was a waste of time. Washing oneâs body was a luxury. Even though there was an open-air bath right next to us, the Alchemist and the Medicine King did not take a bath. Whether it was night or day, the two Hunters only studied the zombies while cracking at the edge of the wall.
âUh-huh⌠The atmosphere has changed drastically.â
The Heavenly Demon looked at our party as if she were curious.
âAre you trying to gain enlightenment? Young people sure are eager.â
âWhy donât you cook the clam soup or risotto?â
The Murim Lord coaxed the Medicine King.
âIt was so skillful that even the imperial familyâs chef would cry. If the world was fine, I would have appointed you as the chef of the Daenam palace.â
âIâm busy. Buzz off,â the Medicine King replied without raising his head. He only put one hand in his subspace pocket and threw a water bottle.
âIf youâre hungry, fill yourself up with water.â
âKnngg.â
Was it that regrettable that he couldnât taste the Medicine Kingâs dishes? The Murim Lord smacked his lips. Even so, he caught the Bling H20 thrown by the Medicine King and drank it all.
âAll right, all right. Oh, Iâm having a hard time because my body doesnât listen to me these days.â
The Murim Lord grumbled as if he was tired.
âToday again, how much have the Jiangshi scatteredâŚâ
âWould those who stray far away go to heaven? Stop talking and come out.â
âIâm coming.â
The Murim Lord grumbled and left the cave with the Heavenly Demon.
Like yesterday, they were trying to collect and line up zombies. To spend the 991th day of the great war.
A day had passed.
The day when this world would reach its end became one day closer.
Another day had passed.
Another day.
Again, another day passed by.
Countdown.
Days just waiting for destruction.
A world in a music box that just hadnât stopped yet.
âHmm.â
One week.
Just a week had passed since we fell into the Apocalypse.
That day, the Heavenly Demon looked up at the ceiling of the cave.
ââŚâŚWe canât go outside today.â
Outside, a blizzard was raging. The wind blew and blew again, so there was no distinction between the top and the bottom, and the sky and the earth.
The world was a dark snowfield.
This was the first time I learned that something white could become this dark.
âWell. Some days are just like this.â
The Heavenly Demon just shrugged her shoulders, as if saying that it was no problem.
âRather, it was a fluke that the days were sunny for the past few days. In severe cases, it could be a complete whiteout for over 30 days. There was no sunlight, so we couldnât even take a step.â
âThen, the Jiangshi will continue to move,â I said.
âWill that be all right? If the Jiangshi go too far, you wonât be able to recover them.â
âIn that case, it canât be helped. We lose them.â
The Heavenly Demon sighed.
âJust three years ago, our schoolâs power reached 1,000. Thatâs about the same amount of people that the old man brought into his sect. But as the years passed, there were Jiangshi that went so far that we couldnât find them at all.â
Of course.
The missing corpses. No. Not missing, but lost bodies. Every time a blizzard struck in the sky, the Heavenly Demon and the Murim Lord would have lost some of their Jiangshi.
âThat must be the scariest thing.â
âHm?â
âTo wake up and go to the snowfield just to discover that some Jiangshi had disappeared somewhere.â
ââŚâŚ.â
The Heavenly Demon looked at me quietly.
âDo you think that I would feel scared?â
The womanâs eyes were dark.
Her hair as well. Even the clothes that she wore.
Her appearance, which was only black, seemed to desperately resist this world that had become a pure white snowfield.
âYes. I think so.â
âSurely the world has turned over a lot. Back then, the head of a man who talked like that would not be safe. Child of the outside world. You should consider yourself fortunate that the world is ruined.â
âHeavenly Demon-nim and the Murim Lord are masters. You are so well-versed in the martial arts that it would be shameful to compare you with me.â
I quietly looked away.
The Murim Lord was asleep by the hot spring.
âBut no matter how strong you are, your life energy is not infinite.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âWhen will your chi run out?â
Stop.
âYou are blocking your spinal cord with your life energy. Your heart rate, breathing, and limb movements are all controlled with your life energy as well.â
It was like using a chi sword all day, every day.
I shook my head.
âNo matter how much life energy you have, you cannot continue this outrageous thing forever.â
âIâll ask again. When will your chi run out, Heavenly Demon-nim?â
That woman had said a while ago.
ăHumans all die someday.ă
Something resonated in those words. It was the sound of realization.
There is only one way humans can realize something.
They had to experience it themselves.
ââŚâŚReally.â
The Heavenly Demon groaned.
âReally, this child is quick to notice.â
âYou donât have many days left, right?â
ââŚâŚIâll revise my words a little. This child is dirtily quick to notice.â
This world.
How does [The Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon] get destroyed?
If you think about it, it was a surprisingly simple matter.
âIf your life energy falls, it becomes impossible for you two to move your bodies.â
âCorrect.â
The Heavenly Demon looked up at the sky.
From the hole in the ceiling of the cave, a blizzard poured out of the sky as if it was raging.
âFirst, the tip of the toe and the fingertips will be destroyed. Then, the calves and wrists. Knees. Shoulders. Waist. One after the other, the life energy will not be able to sustain them, and the body that did not yield to the illness will finally rot.â
Literally, it was necrosis.
It was like a building that stopped operating one after another when fuel ran out.
At some point, the two would become immobile.
âHeart. Lungs.â
The woman touched the chest area of her shabby uniform.
âThe upper body.â
Then, she tapped her head.
âAll parts will rot, leaving only three parts. No. Itâs all right if the other parts rot.â
ââŚYou already know.â
âThe Shaolin monk endured a year altogether.â
The Heavenly Demon smiled bitterly.
âHe went into hiding, ashamed that others might see him and think him unworthy as a monk. At the last minute, um. Except for his face, it wasnât much different from the Jiangshi. The whole body was rotting black⌠He couldnât even recite the Amitabha.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âYou asked if I was afraid. Thatâs right. Iâm afraid.â
The human voice is often compared to that of a bird.
But I bet the Heavenly Demonâs voice could not be imitated by any beast.
âI am afraid.â
A quiet murmur like the sound of a falling flower petal.
âI am afraid that my chi is exhausted. I am afraid that even my persistence will run out. I am afraid of the blizzard. I am afraid that the sunlight will not come out, and when the day is bright, I am afraid that my subordinates, those that used to be my subordinates, will disappear. Each time I breathe, I worry about how many more breaths I can breathe. Every time my heart beats, Iâm worried if Iâll be able to feel the beating of my heart just a few more times in the future.â
The Heavenly Demon sighed.
âIâm afraid that I cannot kill the old man. Iâm afraid that the old man will not be able to kill me. I am afraid that the day will come when the old man and I will not be able to lie on the bed together. Lying on the bed, Iâm afraid that Iâm just waiting for my life energy to run out.â
A meaningless death.
Even if they struggled to the end, it was meaningless. They would die. In the dead, disappearing world, only snow falls and falls, leaving only achromatic landscape paintings.
âAh.â
This is the end that [The Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon] will meet.
It was the ending of this world.
âThis is why the world is so scared.â
Another day passed.
It was the eighth day after falling in the Apocalypse.
There were two days left until the world would be destroyed.
âMadu,â the Murim Lord muttered, lying on the bed. âI canât move my body anymore.â