Chapter 226
Yongyong-i is very bewildered.
“What is that funny-looking thing?”
The form that was a Dragon suddenly began to change like kneading dough.
I mean, is it like a clay dragon getting beaten up and turning into dough?
At first, I thought it was because it got beaten up by me. But looking at it now, it’s changing on its own.
I don’t look that grotesque!
“Hey! If you’re going to copy me, do it right! I can’t forgive you for making my appearance look like that!”
Smack!
I couldn’t hold back, so I hit it once.
But isn’t this punk glaring at me right now?
“No, this bitch still? This won’t do. Two hits!”
Thwack!
This won’t do. Two hits won’t be enough. I need to beat it up soundly.
Originally, beating up a crazy bitch is the answer.
Even if it’s a fake of me.
“Kkieeeek!”
I beat it up for a good while longer like that. Strangely, its appearance gradually changed to look like me.
This feels a bit unpleasant.
No. That thing is gradually changing into my past appearance.
The past me. Dahaka’s human form.
An appearance closer to a Westerner, unlike the current me.
In other words, a Western version of Yongyong-i.
Could that be something like a fragment of my past?
“Hmm. What are you going to do by taking that form?”
If it’s trying to provoke me, it’s doing a great job.
Even the way it smiles with madness is exactly like my past self.
“Did you think I’d go easy on you if you did that?”
I grabbed it by the hair and slammed it down.
Crash!
I didn’t end it with just one strike.
I slammed it down a few more times with the resolve to smash its skull.
That’s why you shouldn’t have copied my appearance. Right?
I might tolerate other things, but I cannot forgive someone copying me.
Especially when it’s nothing more than a mass of demonic energy.
“Kkeheuk!”
“What do you mean, kkeheuk?”
Not only did it copy me, but it’s even letting out the cry of a pet/bitch!
I didn’t think it would actually let out that sound just because I told it to.
It’s quite arousing when it makes that cry with my face, but that doesn’t mean it’s forgiven.
“Kkeuheuk. Kkeheuk.”
This unstable bitch, who had been getting beaten by me for a while, is somehow laughing like crazy.
“Oh? You’re not letting go?”
“Did you leave me here and live all by yourself until now?”
“What kind of bullshit are you…”
I threw it down and knocked it over once more, but before I knew it, it sprang up and lunged at me this time.
It grabbed my arm hard enough to break it and threw me.
Crash!
Isn’t this a bit dangerous?
It’s stronger than I thought.
Is it because it’s Yongyong-i? Is it strong because it’s Yongyong-i?
“Do you know how long I’ve been here all alone?”
Did I not mishear it a moment ago?
Does demonic energy really have a human ego? Is this even possible?
“Wait a minute. You have consciousness?”
“Now, it’s time to become one.”
No. It’s ambiguous to call it a personality.
The demonic energy is instinctively trying to find its master.
It’s extremely dangerous if it comes at me like this right now.
What if the mass of demonic energy left by my past self enters me while I’m already absorbing demonic energy?
And it’s not just any mass of demonic energy.
It’s the mass of demonic energy that has been producing my demonic energy. Since this mass of demonic energy, which has become a demonic energy circuit itself, is entering me, there’s no telling what will happen.
Before I knew it, sticky black liquid was dripping onto my body.
This is a bit much.
“No, fuck. Wa-Wait. Crazy, I hate this kind of genre.”
I instinctively felt some kind of threat.
I had no choice but to try and push it away, but it clung to me even tighter like a leech.
“Let’s become one.”
Become one. That’s a somewhat obscene phrase.
Sorry, but… It’s not that I don’t have thoughts of becoming one, but I have no intention of doing it like this.
If I swallow that, I feel like I’ll become something that isn’t me.
“I don’t need it!”
Baaang!
I struck it away once more, but unfortunately, this punk was quite strong.
“Then I’ll kill you until you die.”
Now it’s a do-or-die situation.
Because if I leave it alone, it will definitely become a dangerous bastard.
After that, it turned into a hand-to-hand brawl.
I beat the crap out of the punk wearing my past appearance, and the past me also gradually began to fight back, as if it was getting used to its body.
“I said let’s become one?”
“If it were scissoring, I’d welcome it, but this is a bit no-t. i-t. Kegh.”
The nun appearance is definitely arousing.
My current appearance is closer to Cosplay than to a nun’s, but the past Dahaka really looked like a nun.
To think she went around killing people in the appearance of a real nun! How arousing is that.
“Ah, I shouldn’t fall for this kind of thing.”
Old memories keep springing up one after another.
Besides, my memories of this place are hazy.
They aren’t accurate. But as I fight the past me, it feels like strange memories are flowing in.
The things my past self used to enjoy are clearly coming to mind.
-Kyaaaaak!
-Save me!
-Please spare me!
The past me was incredibly cruel.
I didn’t just kill people, I devoured them.
I was eating parents in front of their child, or a young child in front of their parents.
I clutched my head.
This is a bit strange. It’s not good. At this rate, I feel like something will really happen to my head.
“Haa. Haa. This is troublesome.”
“Kkigik. Kkiiik.”
“Damn it. S-Stop it.”
To be clear, that is not me.
It is completely different from the current me.
The me from back then and the me now are completely different.
It’s to the point where I doubt if we are even the same existence in the first place.
Author Yu Eunha said so too. That we are the same but different existences.
That I am an existence that merely has the memories.
And yet, that strange mass of demonic energy keeps trying to make me like that.
That won’t do.
There’s no telling what will happen if I accept that as it is.
“Keukeukeuk. A different existence?”
“Yeah.”
I cannot think of that thing as the same existence as me.
Now that I have come back to this world, we have no choice but to be different existences.
“That’s not wrong either, because you are a half.”
Why does it feel like there’s no logic in her words?
“You’ve been calling me half since earlier, talking as if I’m an incomplete product, and it’s a bit disgusting.”
I was slowly starting to get annoyed.
I am not an incomplete product.
“That’s why I said no!”
I struck the mass of demonic energy’s solar plexus with all my might.
My fake floated up once, then flew backward and plummeted to the ground.
“Kegh!”
Anyway, we were gradually starting to get exhausted.
I need to end this quickly.
But this bitch is grinning, whatever she’s thinking.
What, does she think my words are funny right now?
“Is it okay for you to try and kill me like this?”
“What?”
“What do you think will happen to the demonic energy if I die here?”
“Well.”
Right. It would explode.
Still, would it really be enough to put earth in danger?
For now, dealing with this bitch is the top priority.
“Do you think you can absorb it all? A half?”
“What did you say?”
I’m half?
“All the demonic energy that eroded this world flowed out of my body, you know? Do you think you can handle someone like me?”
Ah. Am I being baited?
What’s with her? It’s strange. Is she really just my demonic energy?
“What are you - to be clear, you’re not me.”
Even if she’s copying me, this isn’t right.
This is truly no different from being a single existence.
“I am a part that you left behind.”
“A part, you say. Why is a part so big?”
To think a part is this much. Could there be more besides her?
“Of course. You scattered me to destroy this world.”
“Huh?”
“Logically speaking, there’s no way simple demonic energy would pour out the same demonic energy, right?”
Ah, I was stupid for a moment.
This definitely seems to have a lot of problems.
Generally, demonic energy can erode things. But it doesn’t create things.
For it to keep being produced is problematic, even though the main body disappeared.
I was thinking too complacently.
“If so.”
“Right. You dropped me here, capable of generating your demonic energy. I am a kind of fragment. Your Excellency is to lead the world to ruin.”
I really had left a part behind.
Not the demonic energy itself, but a part of my body.
“To turn this entire world into an Erosion Zone so it can never be rebuilt?”
The Evil Dragon itself exists for that meaning.
It brings all kinds of disasters to the world.
Besides, at the time, I rebelled against Author Yu Eunha and even moved to an other world. Naturally, not knowing when I’d be caught, there’s no way I would have just stayed still.
“That makes sense.”
“No, even so. It doesn’t make sense. How are you as strong as I?”
“I told you. You’re a half.”
“A half?”
“That’s right. A half. You and I have to become one to become my true form.”
Become one. What on earth does that mean?
I don’t like that kind of edgy chuunibyou setting.
“You feel as if you’ve become a different existence, don’t you?”
My head hurts.
“You probably thought you were separate from us?”
I shouldn’t listen to those words.
She’s just simply doing that to brainwash me.
“No, I.”
“In the end, you are me too. Yu Eunha. Don’t pretend you’re not.”
She makes me recall what I had forgotten.
I recall the me from those cruel and wicked times.
“Now we must become one. Right?”
No, that’s not it.
“You’re just something I have to absorb. You’re not me.”
I feel a strange sensation.
No matter how many times I think about it, I consider myself a different existence from that thing.
Why does she keep trying to test me?
There’s an old saying that pseudo-religions should be beaten down.
In times like this, there is only one answer.
“Yongyong Punch!”
Thwaack!
In front of a punk who won’t listen to reason, unconditional violence is the answer.
My part, which once again played the role of a punching bag perfectly, was smashed straight into the ground.
In that state, I continued to throw White Flame bombs of destruction.
B-b-b-baaaang!
“Since you’re spouting bullshit, let’s just get beaten but not killed. Yeah?”
“Kkiaaaaaak!”
There’s no way that thing letting out a demon-like scream is me.
That is not me, just a monster.
The punk, who had become tattered from being continuously beaten, staggered to her feet.
“Your body is really sturdy, huh.”
“Do you think doing this will change anything?”
It won’t change anything.
It just changes the fact that you’re getting beaten up.
“If you spout bullshit, I’ll really kill you, got it?”
“How pitiful and pathetic. Even so, you cannot deny the truth.”
Where does she get off trying to keep inciting me.
I’ve hated punks like this since the old days.
The kinds of punks who can’t help but incite others.
I’m sorry, but I don’t fall for incitement that easily.
“Executive, if you and I were separated here, that alone means we are different existences.”
I’m saying that from the moment we started acting independently of each other, we became different.
So who are you to tell me what to do?
But this bitch, whether she didn’t even want to pretend to listen to me, or whether she couldn’t accept it, twisted her lips as if mocking me.