The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 217

Episode 217 The truth in the abyss (1)

– I’m finally ready. My incarnation. A vessel and a sword.

Was it a moment when a forbidden decision was made? Was it right after I took my last step with fierce determination? A transcendent sound filled my heart. At the same time, I opened my eyes in satisfaction at the sight of an unprecedented being. From within. In one place, the realm of the soul. Looking this way.

‘…!’

Damian was shocked.

What was the voice you just heard? Auditory hallucinations? mistaken? no. I knew it was nothing like that the moment I heard it. I’ve heard it before. An imposing presence that overwhelms all consciousness. I felt the same way back then.

But now is not the time to pay attention to something unknown inside you. I raised my head. Remnants of a cliff pouring down. The entire cliff that once stood tall was collapsing. There was no sky in sight. It was a wave of rocks and sand that could easily exceed hundreds of thousands of tons.

The moment I saw that, I couldn’t help but laugh wildly.

why?

I don’t know.

Did I laugh?

Was something inside of me smiling?

It was that moment.

– Walking is always fun.

The inner being repeated.

A large amount of mana invaded the entire body from the regurgitating heart. It was like that. It was an invasion. My blood vessels reacted and my muscles twitched. Goosebumps appeared on my skin. The smallest units and pieces of the body shouted in one voice.

“…!”

I bent down without realizing it. The dagger at my waist was pulled out before I knew it. I swung upward. The struggling movements seen before the end? It wasn’t. I could feel it the moment I swung the dagger. Now I feel like I can accomplish anything.

The feeling turned into reality.

Two hit!

Have I ever been sprayed with such strong black energy? does not exist. Absolutely not. I just drew a dagger into the air. It seemed like a tsunami was pouring down that path. Dozens of rocks that were pouring down from the front evaporated.

No, it wasn’t a tsunami. It was a black torrent that I had never seen before. Auror? It wasn’t even similar. I’ve never heard of a sword master’s aura containing a scream similar to that of hell demons.

Because I have never heard of a sweet question coming from within.

– Do you like it?

‘….’

Who are you?

I bit my lip without realizing it. It is absolutely not an auditory hallucination or anything like that. There is definitely something there. A heart that beats wildly. A strong conviction that there is another being coiled around the heartbeat. I asked, trying to suppress my horror.

The answer came right away.

– Your creator.

‘what?’

– The master of purgatory and the ruler of the demon world. The creator of the Demonic Sutra. Thus, the ruler who will shape you, raise you, and finally descend here using you as a vessel.

It was a moment when a quiet answer overwhelmed everything.

Suddenly the vision in front of my eyes disappeared.

The whole world turned pitch black.

Eventually, a new sight unfolds before your eyes. A land filled with black flames. A world without sun and moon. A magical world where even the sky does not exist. A wave of corrupted, cursed, wandering souls. Extradimensional beings that prey on them.

their king.

The tyrant of the devil.

The ruler’s eyes turned in this direction.

“…!”

Our eyes met. I realized it at that moment. I am the author. That being is the one lurking within oneself. why? why?

‘I…’

Damian shook his head vigorously. The hallucinations that had filled my eyes disappeared. The real landscape has returned. A pile of rocks that had just been swung and evaporated. After that, a huge wave of collapse was seen continuously pouring down.

As soon as I saw it, I started moving again.

Took-!

kicked the ground The rocks that fell around the prince were struck one after another. Every time, a black energy wave resembling an abyss poured out. The rock was evaporated. So naturally, without any heat or noise.

every time. It’s a fleeting moment that emits energy waves. The scenery in front of me changed every moment. Is this what happens if you blink in rapid succession? A black curtain that dominates the field of vision at first glance. The throne of the Demon Lord peeks through the gap. A being that sits as if lurking and smiles towards us.

It was creepy.

But it wasn’t unfamiliar.

I saw that smile once.

when?

– I finally remembered it. The moment you were born.

Yes. The memory of birth, which I had never thought of before, pierced through oblivion like a dagger.

At that time, I was…

‘I was neither a baby nor a child.’

It looked the same as it does now.

I wasn’t born. It was ‘made’. That was just 10 years ago. Where? At the throne of the devil. That place. That seat of power is the place where I was created.

For what?

To become an incarnation.

To become a vessel for the coming of that being.

“….”

lie.

– Do you really think so?

no. That’s a fabricated memory. Obvious. That can’t be possible. Because I am human. Because I cried and laughed. Because we fought fiercely to survive. Because memories and memories from childhood prove all that time.

– Do you really think so?

Which one is actually manipulating?

I am. I don’t know.

I don’t even know why I know the exact name of that being.

‘Demon King Acheros….’

– Yes. That’s great. My vessel.

Demon King Acheros smiled contentedly. I got goosebumps. I clearly remember that being smiling like that even when I was born or created. It was confusing.

What has my life been like so far?

What are my memories that I have had until now?

What were those difficult days when you were young?

‘All of those were created memories?’

no.

It shouldn’t be.

“I am!”

Two hit!

I shouted.

I swung the dagger as if to shake off the clinging truth. Once again dozens of tons of rock were evaporated. I kicked the ground without stopping. So that not even a single grain of sand falls. So that the crown prince is safe. I tried to focus only on that goal.

But it wasn’t easy.

-You’re doing well.

“…!”

The Demon King is even happier. The more I open up my power. The more you use the magical attack of reverse blood. The more I get used to this power, the more satisfied I am.

The sharp truth that that fact tells us is obvious.

‘The moment this power is completed…’

The Demon King will descend to earth through my body. My body will be taken away. There won’t even be a trace of my soul.

So should we withdraw this power?

Should we stop practicing the reverse blood flow?

“….”

Suddenly I looked to the side. The crown prince was seen lying down. The collapse of the canyon is still not over. The future indicated by those facts was clear. If I withdraw my power now and stop using the Mind Technique, the crown prince will die.

I don’t like that.

…Crack!

I gripped the dagger handle more roughly. It was only later that a clear realization dawned on me.

‘majesty. ‘Did you… really know from the beginning?’

The more I used my power, the more transcendental scenes of the Demonic Sutra came into my heart at every moment. It was finally clear to me.

The crown prince who always tried to keep me unnaturally safe. The crown prince who always tried to secretly protect me. Even when we met in the gladiatorial arena. Even on the night we faced the King of the Minotaur. Even when I was in danger of being killed by Javilon.

always.

always.

The crown prince willingly came back to save me, who was just a bodyguard. threw myself

I thought he was a strange person.

I also thought it was nonsense.

But it wasn’t.

It was me who was wrong.

I was the one who had the misunderstanding.

‘It was like this.’

The crown prince had been admonishing him never to use the mana technique of reverse blood again. There was a reason for his overprotection. The goal was to prevent the current situation.

‘I didn’t know. I never thought you would feel that way.’

Was the crown prince truly worried about me? Even though he did, did he pretend not to know anything and take care of it?

Thank you.

On the other hand, questions arose as much as gratitude.

‘majesty. How much did you know? And these facts… how did you know them?’

I didn’t understand.

I wanted to ask.

However, my consciousness was becoming blurred by the minute. It was a paradoxical feeling. The body is running wild with great power. On the contrary, my mind became hazy.

‘I…’

I can’t lose consciousness like this.

There are many things I want to know more about.

I don’t want to be submissive here.

…Tukwahak-!

The transcendent scene before my eyes seemed like a lie. With a single gesture, tens of tons of mass evaporated without a trace. Could it be a dream? It felt like I was looking into another disaster that I had created or would create in the future.

I cried out in it.

I am not a doll.

It’s not just a bowl.

It’s not even a created being.

I cried out again and again, holding on to the memories. That was the only thread of hope that would allow me to finally exist as myself.

Memories and memories. A back alley scene from my childhood. sewer. smell. The days when I didn’t even have shoes. A wooden bowl that used to stand in front. A coin that someone threw. pleasure. mother. A snowy day. The cough I was letting out. Blood stains. The gestures and facial expressions you tried so hard to hide. tear. The breath spread like frost. Last breath. Even the will.

‘Those are memories that were created?’

lie.

no.

Mother’s request. The feeling of my hand being squeezed tightly. scrawny. And I was upset. Cold. However, even the tears of that day were so passionate and hot.

‘I…’

I think I cried every day after that day.

It seems like he cast a wide gaze toward the world outside the alley. I was jealous. People who seemed happy regardless of me. Why can’t I be like them?

The more I did it, the more I crouched. There is something warm about being poor. My heart is richer. The days when the sorrow of poverty and satisfaction was replaced by the paradox of poverty and happiness. The days I barely survived like that.

But that was a lie?

– okay.

lie.

no.

‘I am!’

I wanted to shout. I wanted to scream with my whole body. But the body was no longer mine. The body, which had already begun to move uncontrollably, was destroying everything around it. falling rocks. A collapsing cliff.

No, the collapse has already ended.

No more falling rocks. There is no roar. Still, the rough breathing does not subside. His eyes flash as he searches for another target of destruction. Everything around. Anything. Is it really me who thinks like this?

I got goosebumps.

I wanted to stop.

But it was impossible.

Consciousness is already fading. Barely holding on to the strings of memories was a limitation. A feeling of despair came over me. I didn’t use the reverse blood technique for this purpose. I had an intuition that if even my final consciousness disappeared like this, I would never be able to open my eyes again. After that, I won’t be myself. I was afraid.

So it was.

I felt the end coming and gathered all my strength. I resisted as if scraping the bottom of my soul. He shouted with his last voice.

“majesty!”

Run away.

Before I wasn’t me.

Wake up and run.

Run far away.

I wanted to shout out loud. But it failed. There were no more shouts. Instead, he rushed towards the fallen prince. I raised my dagger. Is it really possible that they are going to hit me like this? Will I end up killing the crown prince with my own hands?

But it was that moment.

Wow-!

The crown prince, who had been lying down quietly, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. He stretched out his hand as if he had been waiting. There was a black thorn in its hand. The thorns fell like lightning. It hit the top of my head with no time to block or dodge.

Tot!

“…!”

The reverse flow of mana, which had been flowing back with irreversible force, stopped like a lie. At the same time, I could clearly feel that the Demon King, the ruler of the Demon World who was encroaching on all consciousness and ego, was embarrassed for the first time.