Chapter 2: 10 Years Later
“Young Master, Young Master Muno!”
“Are you listening?”
Voices came from both sides, just before we entered the mountain range.
“I'm, listening.”
Hwook.
Muno answered dismissively, shaking off the memory from 10 years ago.
This was no time to be reminiscing about the past.
Throb.
- The body…….
‘Shut up!’
Barely suppressing the headache that followed whenever the voice echoed in his head, he checked his equipment.
He swung his arms to see if the moderately-fitted leather armor was restrictive.
After slightly moving the iron chains wrapped around his limbs in place of a knight's gauntlets or greaves, and checking the greatsword on his back, he gave a slight nod.
The Drasen territory's finances couldn't afford to fit a still-growing body with steel armor.
‘This equipment is enough.’
While he was checking, the soldier Rom's voice continued.
“For now, the area presumed to have a pack of gnolls is……”
Letting the information he already knew go in one ear and out the other, Muno once again recalled his father's words from the past.
- Your ‘side effect’ seems to be a remnant of that evil cult's experiments.
He remembered his father's face as he said those words, the look of pity on it.
- To shake it all off, the best way would be for you to master Corporeal Arts and be ‘reborn.’
- But because of the demonic energy flowing from those chains connected to your body, you cannot learn our family's Corporeal Arts the normal way.
Yet if we try to forcibly sever them, you feel pain…….
It was all because of his own shortcomings, so he couldn't blame anyone else.
Therefore, if he was lacking, he had tried to live contentedly with what he had.
But, now he couldn't do that any longer.
- You stubborn human, give me the body now!
Throb.
“Ugh……”
The devil in his head.
If only to get rid of this terrible headache that had started to worsen again recently, he had to go on an adventure now.
No matter how dangerous that method might be.
- Still, if you are determined to overcome it, there is only one way.
- To throw yourself into life-or-death battles, just like the ancient warriors did, and realize the secret of the steel body for yourself.
- But I don't particularly want to recommend it, Muno. You don't have to push yourself so hard…….
‘Father’s words are always right.’
It had already been 10 years since he met his father. Muno had never seen his father say anything wrong.
- You are my child. You are my precious son, Muno.
But the worsening headache hadn't stopped for a single moment for some time now.
On top of that, as if his reason was also slowly awakening along with the pain, he gradually started to become conscious of the voices around him.
- The foolish adopted son is smearing shit on the honor of the Drasen family.
- Why would the lord take in such a monster…….
Throb.
‘I don't, want to be a fool. Anymore.’
On top of that.
- Give me the body!
Throb.
“Keuk.”
Losing myself is even worse.