MEMORIZE

Chapter 664 2. King of Hell. =========================================================================

Suddenly, my mind went blank. I was under the illusion that the whole world was painted white, and that there were only two of us in this space. I don’t feel anything else. Only the texture of the skin touching the right hand felt clear from time to time, almost suffocating.

In fact, it was quite funny to do this with a single breast.

But who’s the opponent? It’s the Grand Duke of Hell.

Who could have imagined it? I didn’t know that someone who was imprinted as a “horror” would give birth to me.

…no. In fact, rather than that, the expression that the feeling now is so sweet would be right.

“Huh? What’s wrong with you?”

Did he check my reaction? The voice of the Grand Duke of Hell flows faintly.

“Come on, tell me. Didn’t you ask me how my cowardice felt?”

Yes?

“The feeling of cowardice?”

The moment I recalled the words of the Grand Duke of Hell, I suddenly remembered the memory of earlier.

“Hwajeong of the ancient class. The fire of purification that burns forever.’

Then it automatically occurred to me what the Great Prince of Hell said when he put his hand on my heart.

‘…….’

I felt sorry for myself. In other words, the Grand Duke of Hell had the power of cowardice in the same place as me.

You meant to feel the spirit of cowardice, not the chest.’

Only then did a streak of reason return and managed to come to his senses. I could see a hell of an airman looking up at me with a strange look at me from the perspective of returning to normal.

Then, I felt embarrassed and closed my eyes quickly, and I began to focus on feeling scared.

And a little later.

“…Oh?”

The moment I felt the hot energy from the palm of my hand, I let out an exclamation without realizing it.

Hwajeong is not an energy that can be defined accurately in one sense. The same was true of cowards.

Rough, rough energy stirring from place to place.

A very short, fleeting moment of energy.

It’s like an active volcano that’s about to explode.

The energy that reminds me of the lava that boils up.

‘This is the real energy of cowardice..’

Of course, it wasn’t the first time I’ve experienced fear. I’ve had enough experience fighting the Grand Duke of Hell.

However, there was some difference between the fear I felt in battle and the fear I feel now. It looks similar but a bit different. This experience was quite refreshing for me, who simply knew that it was “destructive.

“Whoa, then compare. What is the difference between what you feel right now and what you have.”

The words of the Grand Duke of Hell ensued.

“Scaredness and harmony are so different that they can be considered completely opposite.”

The Grand Duke of Hell is right. The two energies had conflicting properties, questioning whether they were really the same chloride.

“I certainly have the ability to reap that power, but I do.” If it’s a very natural way, if you force the two forces together in a forced way…I don’t even dare to predict what happens later. You understand why?”

Yes, I could understand the explanation of the Grand Duke of Hell. In other words, the two energies are conflicting, impossible to coexist, let alone unite.

“Anyway, by this point, it would have been an answer.”

“…….”

“…But why do you keep giving strength to your hands? It feels weird. Let it go now.”

“…….”

“I told you to let go, didn’t I?”

“…Huh? Oh, oh.”

I was barely able to react when I heard the third voice. He seemed to have been holding onto it without realizing it because he felt so much better than I thought. Did he even feel happy floating in the sky?

When I came to my senses, I could see the Great Prince of Hell staring at me with a strange look. I coughed in vain and looked away. Because I felt embarrassed and embarrassed. It wasn’t all of a sudden, it was like that from before. Every time I made eye contact with the Grand Duke of Hell, I felt strangely stimulated.

Anyway, when I came to my senses and slowly tried to pull my hands off, leaving my disappointment behind.

“Huh?”

…is it an illusion? Suddenly an illusion occurred that the corners of the mouth of the Grand Duke of Hell seemed slightly raised.

then

Flutter!

He’s playing. Huh? He’s playing like a lot!

Suddenly, a pointed voice rang in my head. It was a familiar tone. I felt very absent-minded for a moment, but soon when I remembered the identity of my voice, I lost my mind.

“Hwa, Hwajeong?”

I screamed without realizing it. Then the Great Prince of Hell sent a mysterious look and immediately talked to him inside.

Sesame, were you awake?’

Uh, I was awake even before you woke up.

‘Well, then why don’.’

Shut up, wake up, you idiot!

When Hwajeong screamed, his head rang. It was clear that he was angry that his tone was very sharp. Why is he suddenly angry after staying still all this time?

Hey, why are you so angry?’

What? Why are you angry? That’s why you don’t even notice that you’re under the impression!

‘…suggestion?’

You idiot! You idiot! Did you know that you’ve been dragged around?

“Me? You’re dragging me?

At first, I said I’d build a negotiation, so I was just watching, but I couldn’t care less about my heart.Fool, idiot, sea cucumber, sea squirt, sea squirt, sea squirt, chihan, pervert, dirty!

In the end, Hwajung criticized me with various words, perhaps because he couldn’t beat Boon. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I had to be a honeyed mute.

“Why are you suddenly confused again? And when are you going to take your hands?”

It was then. As Hwajung continued to criticize me, I heard a sweet yet erotic voice again. As I raise my eyes, I see a shy smile of hell holding my right hand tightly.

Earlier, you would have thought that such an appearance of the Grand Duke of Hell was a foul. But something was definitely wrong with what Hwajung said. It feels like he’s doing that on purpose. No. Isn’t it impossible to pull your hand off if you hold it like that in the first place?

As soon as I thought so, Hwajeong, who had been shooting like a gun, stopped gossiping. Then he continued, breathing vigorously.

Hey, you. Tell me what I tell you to do from now on. Do you get it?

‘That’s a little…’

Shut up, shut up, shut up! I don’t know much about it anyway, and I’m just looking at your chest and saying hello! If you want to go back as soon as possible, follow me!

‘…I got it. I got it.’

It certainly was. I understood the words of the Grand Duke of Hell, but I didn’t have a deep knowledge of fear or harmony in the first place. I don’t know what direction the story will go, but I thought at least Hwajeong would be better than me. Actually, I don’t remember losing money listening to Hwajung.

– …okay. First of all, say it like this. Don’t waste your breath.

The moment I heard that, I peeked into the air of hell. He seems to be having so much fun, but he has a smile on his face. It doesn’t look bad, I opened my mouth carefully.

“Why don’t you stop flirting?”

Then the Great Prince of Hell looks at me with his eyes slightly raised. The smile was still alive by the mouth.

The words of harmony ensued.

It’s not bad, but don’t stutter. And this time, like this. Stop being so coy. Since I’m doing this, I can just go out. The tone is solemn here.

Mu, the order for something is quite detailed.

Anyway, the horse of Hwajeong was going completely opposite to the power I had set up. In fact, I wondered if he was really good at it with one side of his mind, but I thought it would be better to follow what he said for now whether it was porridge or rice.

“Don’t tremble.”

“Huh? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“Don’t be nervous. Now that I’ve come to this, I can just go out.”

“…kick! I’m wondering how you’re going to get out of here, why don’t you give it a try?”

I tried to speak as solemnly as possible as I could at the request of Hwajeong, but the response of the Grand Duke of Hell was as usual. He just pops his lips and murmurs.

– This time…

Hwajeong, who finished ordering, added that the entire tone is magnificent, and when he finishes speaking, he slowly bit his lower lip and demanded that his eyes be tightened. Not only that, but also use proper ad-libbing.

Why don’t you just tell him to stand on his hands and talk?’

It’s okay, he’ll never kill you if you say that. Are you saying you don’t trust me?

Aside from the message, I was speechless. Hwajeong apparently knew the inside story, but I was overwhelmed to death because I didn’t know it.

It’s just a sigh. But what can I do? It’s a sin not to know.

I finally opened my mouth with desperation.

“Don’t look down on me, I’ve been through hell and high water and high air. So why don’t you stop trying to manipulate it with words or hints and just tell me your requirements?”

“…what?”

It was that moment. The Grand Duke of Hell, who had been showing signs of nonchalance all along, suddenly frowned. Of course, it was only a little, but it was the first time he changed his face.

Hwajeong kept chattering me as if it was time.

Yeah, I’ve come all the way here, but I’m sure it’ll work out.

As I heard from Hwajeong, I brought up something I didn’t understand at all.

“Whether you simply want a higher ground, a reconstruction of a dead human hell, or a revival of the First Corps.I don’t know what the hell you want anyway. But whatever you have in mind….Eh….”

Don’t try to make me king.

I almost forgot because it was so long, but I was able to remember it again because Hwajeong retraced the key sentence.

“I want to tell you that if you intend to make me king as part of your goal, you are under a great illusion.”

Good. That was natural.

Let’s do that.

“Yes, you! How the hell…?”

The Great Prince of Hell rose from the fishing tower with a frightened look on his face. The fact that his eyes grew even bigger was a response as if it were unexpected.

“Did Behimos tell you? Or that kid?”

“…….”

“No, no, it can’t be. Well, then….”

“…Hey.”

At that moment, Hwajeong’s voice rang in my head once more. I didn’t spit it out immediately, but reflected on the explanation of the compassion.

a higher ground

The reconstruction of the Human Hell.

the resurrection of the First Corps

The destruction and the presentation of the king.

In fact, these are words that I don’t understand at all. But something is different. Since Hwajeong began to spit out what he said, I felt that the story was no longer spinning and that it was starting to progress a little bit. Above all, that reaction of the Grand Duke of Hell is a clear proof.

Thinking so, I stared at the hell air feeling clear for the first time. My hand still held the right breast of the Grand Duke of Hell.

The moment he slowly pulls out his hand.

Squeeze.

Suddenly, the Grand Duke of Hell held my hand stronger. And he looked at me with his eyes shining strongly. He was asking for a detailed explanation.

I opened my mouth quietly.

“I have one more thing to tell you, so please answer this correctly.”

“…will you deliver?”

“It’s a question of passion. Have you ever tried to be the king of hell yourself?”

“Well, that’s something I gave up more than two thousand years ago. As far as I’m concerned, I deserve to be a king.Oh, my God.

The Grand Duke of Hell answered in the midst of embarrassment. Then suddenly, he exclaimed and opened his eyes wide. Perhaps you just realized where the questions came from in the phrase “harmony question.”

“What did he say?”

The Great Prince of Hell asked with a face that seemed urgent.

“I’m not sure about that either. But if you failed to become king, so would I.”

“Why?”

“Because you and I are equal forces. If you fail, I’m also likely to fail.”

“Ha, but…Even if I fail to destroy it, the power of harmony must be focused on purification…Then….”

Then a blank light shaded on the face of the Grand Duke of Hell. It is hard to say whether he was shocked or not. In the meantime, I managed to wring my hands around and claw them out.

Then after lightly shaking my hands, I delivered the last words of Hwajeong in a low voice.

“With just purification, we can’t define resurrection or reconstruction. I’m told that….”

============================ Review of the work ============================

Hello, I’m Ro Yu Jin.

Readers, I promised to post something yesterday afternoon, but I couldn’t. First of all, I sincerely apologize for this and would like to ask for your forgiveness.

I thought about whether to tell you what happened later or not.I thought it would be better to tell you what happened after seeing my comment. Even if it sounds like an excuse, I think it’s polite.

In fact, the circumstances themselves are very simple.

After sleeping yesterday, I went to the hospital in the morning. The bleeding in the nose had already stopped and there was no major abnormality except for occasional over the neck. I heard that the mucous membrane on your nose has weakened due to fatigue.

So I came back and wrote…. It’s not written.

Until then, I didn’t think it was weird. It’s not just once or twice that I couldn’t write, and I’ve solved it every time. But the problem was when we started analyzing the cause.

1. The writing itself is blocked.

2. I’m out of stamina.

Neither No. 1 nor No. 2 was applicable.

If the writing is blocked, I tend to check the plan by looking at the notes. I’ve changed my idea a little before, but there hasn’t been a big problem. I just had to write it down as planned. I didn’t even think I’d run out of stamina. In fact, I’ve been working out at dawn since a week ago and woke up refreshed in the morning.

I was going crazy from here.

Even if you take a hot shower, take a walk, move from the desktop to the ultra-book, change the environment to your room, lie down, and eventually come back to the original way.

I tried to bump my head against the wall, but it was the same. I did all sorts of things but it didn’t get any better. As time went by, I felt more anxious and my heart became stiff. I even thought it would be cool if I swallowed a bomb and popped it.

I thought about just uploading what I wrote. But I didn’t want to do that no matter how hard I thought about it. I didn’t want to be remembered as a meaningless part, even though it was a surprise.

Finally, I decided to write down 500 words (2000 characters) again. But I don’t even like the content, and I lost concentration on similar things.

In the meantime, I had an appointment with Jo Ara today, but I couldn’t contact her and ended up making a funk.

Finally, I got a call from Jo Ara in the afternoon after struggling until the afternoon. I had an appointment today, but the series didn’t come up, so they called because they were worried. So I told you the situation with a feeling of grasping straws.

And fortunately, I was able to get some appropriate advice.

“You can turn it upside down until once, but don’t turn it upside down. From that point on, we’re going to take steps throughout the year.”

“First of all, leave the parts that don’t work. And write down the parts you want to use and the parts you want to use later. Then think about the link between the two.”

It was a piece of advice to me. After that, I stopped contacting him and started writing again, so fortunately, I was able to complete the first episode.

In fact, the content is not very satisfactory even now. It’s better than the first draft, but as some say, it still feels like it’s an explanation mainly composed of a list of settings, not novels. I think this is something that I should try to solve.

This is what happened for a day yesterday. I wrote it down because I thought I’d be honest, but I’m a little shy and embarrassed to read it. I’m always thankful and sorry that there are readers who support me even though I’m this ugly.

If I could get back to my pace someday. I’ll pay you back the promise I couldn’t keep yesterday by accident.

I hope you all have a happy and comfortable night.

From Royujin.