Regressor Takes Everything

A space of nothingness seemed to be surrounded by fog. In that empty world, nothing could be seen except her own body, the girl bit her lip until the blood gushed.

A thick fog that doesn't show anything. Beyond that, she saw an assassin, a monster, and now something indescribable through the eyes.

The overwhelming fear that seems to never be able to open again the moment you blink even for a moment. The loss of the magical power, which had naturally protected the body, awakened a fear that the girl was not aware of.

She must form a coffin and establish her centripetal point by observing herself. The teacher's story flashed in the head, but the body and mind were already terrified.

A talent that has been praised and lauded by countless people. The girl realized later that it was an illusion that had nothing to do with herself. And at the end of that realization, a terrible emptiness followed.

Woooong!

The girl's body bounced back.

“Kook!”

Li Mei, a young girl who bounced out the door of her Mu Saengwon, looked down at her own body, exhaling her breath harshly. Her face was a mess with tears, and her whole body was wet with cold sweat, and she was still trembling incessantly.

How long has it been since she entered the Musaengwon? Li May, who had lost her sense of time, hugged her own body tightly.

“It is one minute,” she said calmly, a nun was walking out of the Musaengwon.

"I almost lost my mind in one minute."

Li Mei gave a blank expression to the story of Munju, the second nun, Baekryeon.

She couldn't move forward, but she thought she had endured for a long time nonetheless. But she said only one minute had passed in between?

Li Mei bit her lip at the unbelievable result, and Baekryeon Moonju muttered intricately.

"It's still too early… My heart was so rushed that I couldn't dry you properly."

Li Mei couldn't say anything to her teacher's bitter mutter. If she wasn't like before, she would have shouted that she was ready. Because she actually thought so.

‘Not yet.'

But this time, Li Mei clearly realized. How important was the mental discipline that she had insignificant, and how meaningless the reputation that others had for her was insignificant.

It's a thorough realization that you have to throw everything away and build it all over again.

“I will build discipline again from the beginning.”

The sight of Li Mei speaking calmly while still shaking her body brought a new look to Baekryeon Munju’s eyes.

"Are you really going to start from scratch?"

"Yes. I want to build up the things I neglected and missed again."

Baekryeon Munju smiled at the confident answer.

"Now you have properly piled up the ivory."

"Sorry."

"In the past, I also followed the same path as you. This is a stage that a criminal can only go through. There is no need to be ashamed."

At the story of Baekryeon Moonju, Li Mei made a curious expression.

"If the culprit is like this…?"

How could the genius just not show his skills externally? He could be said to be one of the greatest geniuses in the world at his level. If it is enough to make himself a criminal, how great of a talent is a genius born with?

As Li Mei looked at him with a curious expression, Moonju Baek shook his head.

"Those who can overcome the fog of lifelessness at once are not called geniuses."

"Then?"

Moonju Baekryeon turned his head and looked at Musaengwon.

“Like my master did, there are only words that can express them.”

What on earth is it to learn Baekryeon Hwanmong? Li May didn't ask about it in detail, and the teacher didn't even bother explaining it.

And it was after two years of training and a month-long challenge that she realized the answer after overcoming the fog of non-life.

Kang Yu-sik, who went out to the entrance of Tuung, came back to Musaengwon, and Li May made a curious expression when he saw it.

The meaning of ‘Gin' in Baekryeon Hwanmong is nothing special. A being who observes the world as its center by establishing a central point without borrowing the power of inanimate sources.

With the exception of the first Baekryeon Moonju, someone who has never appeared before appears in front of them, and that also appears in a place other than the Baekryeonmun Gate.

"What kind of life did cadet Kang Yoo-sik lead?"

If you think of the centripetal point simply as a subject, it may not seem so difficult. However, it is by no means easy to establish an unshakable subjectivity in a special environment like the inside of the mist.

That's why it is created by endlessly accumulating discipline and forging in the mists of the Musaengwon, but they have already made it outside.

Kang Yu-sik's seemed to know that Li May wasn't all that smooth.

“Uh, is there something wrong?”

Kang Yu-sik asked if something was wrong, but Li Mei looked at him softly and then smiled and shook her head.

“No. I was just surprised that you were so good.”

"Then there is no problem?"

"No. You've already completed the first step, so it's time to move on to the next step. Come this way."

Li Mei turned her head and walked to Musaengwon, followed by Kang Yusik.

Upon entering, she saw a small pond inside the Musaengwon and a small pavilion built in the middle.

"Something like a dream-like place."

Kang Yu-sik looked around at the mysterious scenery that seemed to have entered the real Baekryeon Hwanmong.

"Is this… reality?"

“Why did you think that way?”

Li May asked, Kang Yu-sik pondered for a moment, then answered whatever came to mind.

"Just. It's too mysterious to be real."

"I think it's a fantasy because it's mysterious."

Li Mei, who had crossed the small bridge leading to the pavilion, looked back.

“Then, isn’t the dungeon not real?”

To Li Mei’s question, Kang Yu-sik tried to answer the question right away but then bit his lips. The inside of the dungeon is a very mysterious place, but that doesn't mean it's a fantasy. If that's really a fantasy, what the hell happened to the hunters who died there?

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It doesn't really matter, but Kang Yu-sik didn't want to think that much. To die while floundering in an illusion. Where else can there be such a poor death?

"It's a reality."

“Can you tell me the reason?”

It was a question of whether there was any reason for this story, but Kang Yoo-sik answered whatever came to mind.

“Because I see it that way.”

What if I thought so? Li Mei nodded her head as if satisfied with Kang Yu-sik's answer.

"That's the perfect answer."

"Is that so?"

“Of course. It took me a long time before I could answer that.”

Li Mei, smiling, stood in the middle of the pavilion and then looked at Kang Yu-sik.

"The second stage is the stage of realizing the frame of the world around you."

"The frame of the world?"

"Yes. The limit of the world observed by cadet Kang Yu-sik. It is to find the frame."

At Li Mei's explanation, Kang gave a strange expression.

‘Is there anything that can be called a frame?'

I've never thought about the limits or anything like that, so there's nothing certain about it. Li Mei smirked at Kang Yoo-sik's tragic expression.

"It will be a little difficult to seal. It takes a lot of trial and error."

"Hmm. How do you practice this time?"

"I'm going to tell you about the basic recipe for Baekryeon Hwanmong. From there, you can make the bud like this by unfolding it while being conscious of the coffin and seaweed mentioned earlier."

This white bud bloomed from Li Mei's hand. Realizing that he had finally arrived at the beginning of Baekryeon Hwanmong, Kang looked at her with a slightly anticipatory expression.

"I'll do it."

“Okay. First of all, that…..”

Li Mei gave the basic recipe for Baekryeon Hwanmong, and Kang Yu-sik chewed it over and over again and engraved it in his head.

It was not easy to memorize because it was a fairly large amount, but thanks to Persval's assistant and memory map, he quickly got used to it.

After meticulously memorizing the recipe for almost 3 hours, Kang Yu-sik used the two steps consciously as Li May said. The pure white magic that gathers in the palm of your hand.

It looked like it was going to be completed right away, but it seemed like it was going to be finished in the form of a faint bud, but he couldn't tie the last knot and it fell apart.

Kang’s eyes frowned at that breathtaking feeling, and Li Mei, who was watching from the side, made an absurd expression. She realized again why Gein was called Gein.

"Ummm. It's not easy.

“I have to realize the being and at the same time make the coffins harmonize. It took me half a year to develop it skillfully, so I don't have to think too much."

With a smile, Li Mei looked around the Musaengwon, which was getting dark little by little.

"It's late, so I'm going to do it today."

"Okay."

That moment two people finished their training passed through the mist again and came out of the Musaengwon.

"You're finally here. Moonju."

Dozens of people standing in front of the entrance holding lanterns. From the elderly to young people, both age groups and genders varied, but Kang Yu-sik's eyes twitched on their shaded faces.

"Why is your face so red?"

An expression full of hostility that cannot come out simply because it is unfamiliar. Kang Yu-sik also looked slightly dissatisfied with the appearance of those who suddenly appeared. Li May stood in front of them as if blocking them.

"What did you come here for?"

She said,

"I heard that Baekryeon Hwanmong was passed on to outsiders. Was that true?"

"What the hell are you thinking? Moon Joo!"

Li May looked at them with a determined expression on her face.

"It is my own right to find a transferee. There would be no authority that the monarchs could say no about it."

"Even if you don't have permission, you can post a message. Doesn't Moonju know what Baekryeon Hwanmong means?"

Li Mei frowned at the story of the old woman standing in front, and Kang Yu-sik roughly grasped the situation.

‘It was only the executives.'

Eight minors leading the Baekryeon Guild. Five of them and their men rushed to this place to protest.

‘But why are you protesting about Baekryeon Hwanmong?'

Does that mean that you were trying to teach yourself because there was no one to teach you, so you might lose your pulse?

When Kang Yu-sik looked at him with a mysterious expression, Dan-ju Lee, an old woman who appeared in front of him, opened his mouth.

"Baekryeon Hwanmong is a magic that only the Moonju can handle. Teaching it to an outsider… It means accepting him as the next Moonju."

Kang Yu-sik was surprised by the story of Dan-ju Lee,

"The next Moonju?"

Does the person who learns Baekryeon Hwanmong become the next Baekryeon Moonju?

Yusik Kang looked at Li Mei at a story he had never heard of.

"Moonju. Are you planning to accept that outsider as the next Moonju?"

"It's just that he has what it takes to teach him. He hasn't mastered it yet, and we don't know how it will turn out."

“Then please stop here,” said Danju, looking at Li Mei firmly.

“How many members do you think there are at the Baekryeon Gate in order to learn the Baekryeon Hwanmong? If you add up the branches scattered throughout China as well as the head office right now, there are hundreds of thousands of people.

“If you accept him and leave him as the next Moonju, I will not stop him. But if that is not the case, please think carefully.”

After finishing her words, Danju turned away. The surroundings turned dark again, and Kang Yu-sik looked at Li Mei. She was showing her back so he couldn't see the face, but just looking at the clenched fists, she looked quite troubled.

"Is it difficult?"

Seeing that he needed help, Kang Yu-sik asked, calming the corner of his mouth as he was about to go up.

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