Bab 77. Monster, Lee Hyuk-soo Tentu saja, Park Chan-woo mengucapkannya sebagai pujian. Bersikap skeptis, memilih jadi pengecut, memiliki sifat keras kepala, dan tidak mau mendengarkan orang lain, dengan kata lain, dia juga sangat membenci menyakiti orang lain. Seseorang mungkin berkata mendengar ini, "Bukankah wajar saja untuk tidak menyakiti orang lain?" ‘Mereka yang mempertahankan keyakinan mereka semuanya telah hilang.’ Namun, seiring berjalannya waktu, kesadaran moral seperti itu dengan cepat memudar. Norma sosial tersirat yang telah disepakati menjadi samar, dan orang-orang egois yang percaya tidak apa-apa orang lain menderita selama mereka sendiri mendapat keuntungan menjadi arus utama. Orang-orang yang memiliki keyakinan. Mereka yang mempertahankan cara lama dan menghormati nilai-nilai masa lalu dianggap sebagai peninggalan era usang dan semuanya dihapus ke dalam catatan sejarah. Hanya Lee Hyuk-soo yang mempertahankan keyakinannya sampai akhir. ‘Lee Hyuk-soo adalah orang baik.’ Inilah mengapa Park Chan-woo menganggap Lee Hyuk-soo sebagai ‘orang baik.’ Karena dia memiliki keyakinan yang benar. Karena dia tidak pernah kehilangan dirinya sendiri sampai akhir. Hanya itu saja sudah cukup untuk memanggilnya ‘orang baik’ di masa depan yang gersang itu. Tapi bukan hanya itu. Ada alasan pasti, menentukan, mengapa Park Chan-woo menganggap Lee Hyuk-soo ‘orang baik.’ ‘…Satu-satunya anggota ekspedisi yang mendaki Kuil Dewa Naga tanpa kepentingan pribadi.’ Ekspedisi terakhir umat manusia. Perjalanan untuk menghadapi Dewa Naga, Sephiro, di Kuil Dewa Naga. Umat manusia yang tersebar mengumpulkan kekuatan terakhir mereka dan memulai ekspedisi yang menguras tenaga ini. Luar biasa, 100.000 prajurit. Tapi apakah umat manusia yang begitu egois dan terkorupsi benar-benar bisa bersatu hanya untuk mulianya penyelamatan umat manusia? Bisakah individu dan kelompok berbicara dengan satu suara yang seragam? Tentu saja tidak, ada kepentingan diri yang melampaui segalanya. ‘Kita tidak mendaki Kuil Dewa Naga untuk membunuh Sephiro.’ Premisnya salah sejak awal. Alasan 100.000 prajurit mendaki Kuil Dewa Naga bukan untuk membunuhnya. Mengingat tujuan ekspedisi membuat Park Chan-woo mengertakkan gigi. ‘…Kita pergi untuk memohon. Memohon untuk kelangsungan hidup kita.’ Dari awal, semua orang sudah sepakat bahwa Sephiro tidak bisa dikalahkan. Namun, mereka mengetahui bahwa Sephiro pernah ‘menyelamatkan’ spesies-spesies kecil tertentu. Jika mereka bisa menarik perhatian Sephiro atau menawarkan korban yang layak, mereka mungkin dilindungi sebagai budak atau peliharaan miliknya. Mulai saat itulah, isu kuncinya menjadi: Siapa yang bisa menawarkan ‘korban layak’ paling menarik untuk mendapatkan kesenangan Sephiro? Orang yang menyiapkan korban paling menggoda akan menjadi penguasa umat manusia, gagasan yang konyol dan naif. ‘Itu kekejian yang kutukan.’ Bukankah itu benar-benar menyedihkan? Bukankah itu menyesakkan hati? Mengaku kalah tanpa mencoba berperang. Berjuang naik ke Kuil Dewa Naga hanya untuk berlutut menyerah. Dan begitu, Park Chan-woo menyembunyikan niat aslinya. Dia berencana mengorbankan seluruh ekspedisi untuk kembali ke masa lalu. Pada akhirnya, bahkan Park Chan-woo pun tidak memiliki tujuan memburu Sephiro. Satu-satunya orang yang benar-benar peduli tentang ‘membunuh’ Sephiro? Mengejutkan, tidak lain adalah Lee Hyuk-soo. Itulah alasannya. Mengapa dia memikirkan Lee Hyuk-soo sebagai ‘orang baik.’ ‘Ngomong-ngomong, apakah kamu mendapat kelas berkaitan dengan Raja Singa karena memakai peralatan miliknya?’ Keluar dari pemikirannya, Park Chan-woo bertanya. Lee Hyuk-soo, sadar kembali, mengangguk. ‘…Aku naikkan kelasku. Menjadi ‘Murid Kesayangan Raja Singa.’’ ‘Murid kesayangan? Mungkinkah itu kelas tersembunyi?’ ‘Begitu katanya.’ ‘…’ Kali ini, Park Chan-woo yang terdiam. Dia tanya hanya untuk berjaga-jaga, tapi tidak menyangka jawaban afirmatif. Sementara dia berevolusi menjadi ‘Penyihir Pedang’ berkat Hati Cancún dan mendapatkan dua ‘Sifat Tersembunyi,’ kelasnya masih jauh dari ‘Kelas Tersembunyi’ yang sesungguhnya. Di dunia ini, gelar ‘Tersembunyi’ dicadangkan untuk mereka yang terikat pada keberadaan kuno dan unik. Seperti Raja Singa. Ada makhluk yang sangat kuat yang tidak pernah memperlihatkan diri ke dunia. Mereka yang hanya mengamati dunia dari balik tabir. Mereka mencari penerus yang bisa melanjutkan keberadaan dan nilai mereka. Dan di masa lalu, Park Chan-woo gagal menjadi murid Raja Singa. Itulah mengapa dia mengetahui keberadaan Raja Singa. ‘Seperti yang kukira, Lee Hyuk-soo.’ Raja Pedang, Lee Hyuk-soo. Bahkan Raja Singa pasti mengakui kebesaran dia. Tapi ada satu misteri yang belum terpecahkan. ‘Nama Raja Singa hanya bisa diwariskan oleh orang mati. Tapi kamu di antara orang hidup, bukan?’ Lee Hyuk-soo adalah manusia yang hidup. Saat Raja Singa menolak Park Chan-woo, dia berkata sesuatu yang serupa. — “Orang hidup tidak bisa mewarisi nama orang mati. Jika kau ingin mengambil namaku, kembali saat kau sudah mati.” Dia ditolak begitu saja. Bahkan setelah melewati ujian tak terhitung jumlahnya untuk akhirnya menemuinya. Saat itu, Lee Hyuk-soo memiringkan kepala bingung. ‘Dia cuma suruh aku lakukan.’ ‘…’ Tunggu. Apa? …Mungkinkah Raja Singa hanya membuat alasan menolak dia karena bakatnya kurang? Hanya untuk memastikan, Park Chan-woo bertanya lagi. ‘Apakah kamu bertemu Raja Singa langsung saat naik kelas?’ ‘Sebentar saja, ya…’ ‘Dan dia suruh kamu mewarisi gelarnya begitu saja?’ Kata ‘kesayangan’ di ‘murid kesayangan’ menggunakan karakter ‘cinta’. Artinya murid yang sangat dikasihi guru. Hubungan yang jauh melampaui guru dan murid biasa. Dan Raja Singa yang sangat sombong itu hanya suruh dia ‘cuma lakukan’? Lee Hyuk-soo berkedip sekali, seolah bingung dengan keributan, dan menjawab. ‘Dia pasti bilang itu. Suruh aku jangan pikir menolak dan cuma lakukan.’ ‘Tidak ada ujian atau tes?’ ‘Tidak terlihat ada.’ ‘…Dia pasti benar-benar, benar-benar suka bakatmu.’ Sepantasnya dia menyesal mengakuinya, Park Chan-woo harus mengakui. Bakat Lee Hyuk-soo. Raja Singa adalah master energi pedang. Jika dinilai murni dari ilmu pedang, Lee Hyuk-soo jauh melampaui Park Chan-woo. Saat Park Chan-woo masih kelas ksatria, dia mencari Raja Singa dan menjalani ujian. Dia beruntung lulus setelah perjuangan berat, tapi sepertinya dia gagal mendapatkan kesenangan hati Raja Singa. Dia ditolak dengan alasan sopan. ‘Dan aku percaya kata-kata itu sepenuhnya. Memalukan.’ Tapi Park Chan-woo menerima kata-kata itu apa adanya. Dia benar-benar pikir dia ditolak hanya karena masih hidup, bukan karena kurang bakat. Sekarang dia sadar, alasan aslinya sederhana saja dia tidak cukup baik. Seandainya Raja Singa jujur saja saat itu, bahwa dia kurang bakat. Dia bisa beralih jadi penyihir lebih cepat. Park Chan-woo melawan pusing yang hebat dan bicara. ‘Tapi menguasai sihir singa pasti urusan yang beda sama sekali.’ ‘Raja Singa mengukir nama di peralatanku. Berkat itu, aku bisa pakai sihir singa.’ Dia bahkan mengukir nama di peralatan? Itu deklarasi waris yang jelas. Cara mencegah makhluk kuno lain mengambilnya, mengunci sepenuhnya. Namun, ada yang perlu dibetulkan. ‘Bukan keterampilan; itu sihir. Dan bukan sihir biasa, sihir unik yang sangat kuat.’ ‘…Keterampilan dan sihir beda?’ ‘Ini soal persepsi. Jika kamu menganggap sihir yang kamu pakai hanyalah keterampilan game, kamu cepat ketemu batas. Tapi jika mengakui itu sebagai sihir sejati dan mengikuti prinsipnya, tidak akan ada batas.’ Kata-kata punya kekuatan. Perbedaan kecil dalam pikiran dan persepsi bisa mengubah segalanya. Itu persis kasus keterampilan dan sihir. Saat Abyss tiba dan orang-orang bangun, beberapa mendapat kemampuan disebut keterampilan. Jika seseorang menganggap sihir dengan kemampuan seperti di game dan memandangnya sekadar ‘keterampilan game,’ sihir tidak akan pernah berkembang. Namun, jika memandangnya sebagai fenomena supranatural, ‘sihir’ sejati yang mengikuti prinsipnya, sihir akan alami berkembang. Lee Hyuk-soo memasang ekspresi ragu. ‘…Hanya karena beda satu kata?’ ‘Satu kata bisa mengubah arti segalanya.’ ‘…Ah.’ Baru then Lee Hyuk-soo mengangguk. Benar. Satu kata bisa mengubah segalanya. Satu kata bisa menimbulkan kesalahpahaman atau melunasi utang seribu emas. Lee Hyuk-soo mengalami banyak kesalahpahaman karena kata-kata sepanjang hidupnya. Karena niatnya sering disampaikan berbeda dari yang dimaksud, dia memilih hidup dengan bicara sesedikit mungkin. Itu sekuat dan semisteriusnya kata-kata. Keterampilan dan sihir. Tentu, hanya memanggilnya dengan nama berbeda akan mengubah persepsi seseorang. Cara mendekatinya akan berbeda. Daripada memandangnya sebagai keterampilan game yang mudah dipakai, memandangnya sebagai sihir yang mengubah realita dan mengejar prinsipnya menciptakan perbedaan besar. Dan seiring waktu, perbedaan itu hanya akan membesar. Begitu seseorang sadar terlambat, sudah mustahil mengejar. ‘Dia benar-benar nabi sejati.’ Akhirnya, Lee Hyuk-soo yakin. Pria di depannya adalah nabi asli. Doppelganger tidak akan bisa memberikan nasihat halus seperti ini. Bahkan jika mau, dia tidak akan mampu. Itu sedalam kebijaksanaan dan kesadaran nabi. ‘Sihir. Segala yang kupakai bukan keterampilan berbasis data tapi sihir yang mengikuti prinsip sejati.’ Dan dengan itu, dia mendapat pencerahan. Hanya satu kata. Tapi itu sepenuhnya mengubah cara pikirnya. Jika ini bukan sihir, apa lagi yang bisa? Bahkan jika semuanya terstruktur seperti game, persepsi sendiri tidak boleh terjebak dalam ide game. Jika terjebak dalam bingkai game, tidak akan pernah bisa lepas dari batas yang ditetapkan pencipta. Seperti jalan yang sudah ditentukan pencipta, tidak akan pernah bisa melampaui batas yang dikenakan pencipta. — “Lee Hyuk-soo. Apakah kau pikir aku akan lolos ‘Malam Kedua’ dengan cara biasa?” Kata-kata nabi tadi tiba-tiba muncul di benaknya. Cara biasa. Dia tidak akan pernah mengikuti jalur yang ditetapkan pencipta. Itulah mengapa dia bisa berdiri di atas pencipta. Tanpa bingkai dan tanpa batas, dia bisa menciptakan jalur sendiri. Sama seperti sihir nabi yang fundamental berbeda dari penyihir lain. ‘Ah!’ Lee Hyuk-soo gemetar. Dia segera memejamkan mata. Terasa seperti cangkang yang menahan dia pecah. Jika dia tidak menyaksikan cara aneh Park Chan-woo, dia tidak akan merasakan pencerahan intens ini. Dia tidak akan benar-benar mendengarkan nasihatnya. Tapi bagi Lee Hyuk-soo, nabi itu istimewa. Jika nabi tidak membantunya, jika dia tidak campur tangan, Lee Hyuk-soo akan hidup penuh penyesalan abadi. Karena dia tulus menerima nasihat, dia bisa mendapat pencerahan. Dan pencerahan kecil ini mulai sebagai riak lemah tapi segera melonjak seperti lautan besar. Sebagai hasilnya: 『Kamu memperoleh Pencerahan Pencari.』 『Sifatmu berubah menjadi ‘Penemu Kebenaran.’』 『‘Daftar Keterampilan’ di jendela statusmu diganti nama menjadi ‘Sihir Tersedia.’』 『Pemahaman dan keahlianmu dalam semua sihir meningkat.』 『Semua efek sihir meningkat 10%.』 『Semua atribut murni meningkat 3.』 『Kemampuan fisik dan sihirmu mencapai harmoni.』 『Batas atribut ‘Mana’ dibuka.』 Dia menembus batasnya. Bahkan jika tidak melompat jauh, dia pasti telah menghancurkan bingkai. Dan langkah tunggal itu membawa makna besar. ‘…Dia mencapai pencerahan hanya dari beberapa kata nasihat?’ Mengamatinya, Park Chan-woo mendecakkan lidah. Lee Hyuk-soo duduk dengan mata terpejam, menyerap pencerahan yang didapatnya. Sepertinya dia tidak hanya pandai ilmu pedang. Dia juga punya bakat sihir yang cukup. Pria yang hidup memegang pedang seumur hidup sepenuhnya mengubah persepsinya hanya dengan beberapa kata. Perubahan persepsi setara dengan perubahan pandangan dunia. Melepaskan diri dari pemikiran kaku dan memperluas pandangan dunia selalu membawa transformasi drastis. Bukti ada pada perubahan kepadatan mana-nya, sudah beda sekali. ‘Dia hancurkan batas alami seorang pendekar pedang.’ Pendekar pedang mana lemah. Karena fokus pada kekuatan fisik, mereka sering dibatasi alami. Mereka secara naluriah menetapkan batas untuk cepat meningkatkan kemampuan fisik. Tapi sekarang, Lee Hyuk-soo sendiri menghancurkan batasan itu. Hanya dengan beberapa kata nasihat, dia hancurkan cangkangnya sendiri. Kemampuan fisik dan sihirnya mulai mencapai harmoni. Park Chan-woo menggelengkan kepala. Dia sepenuhnya salah menilai. Raja Pedang Lee Hyuk-soo. Dia kira Lee Hyuk-soo hanya punya bakat pedang. Tapi hakikat bakat Lee Hyuk-soo jauh melampaui itu. Singkatnya— ‘Orang ini… adalah monster.’ …Mungkin bahkan bakat lebih besar dari Han Shin. Itulah inti dari pria bernama Lee Hyuk-soo.
Monster, Lee Hyuk-soo
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Chapter 77. The Monster, Lee Hyuk-soo Of course, Park Chan-woo had meant it as a compliment. Being skeptical, choosing to be a loner, having a stubborn nature, and not listening well to others, in other words, that he also extremely disliked causing harm to others. Someone might say upon hearing this, "Isn't it only natural not to harm others?" ‘Those who upheld their convictions have all disappeared.’ However, as time passed, such moral awareness rapidly faded. The implicit social norms that had been agreed upon became faint, and selfish people who believed it was fine for others to suffer as long as they themselves gained an advantage became the mainstream. Those with convictions. Those who upheld the old ways and revered past values were regarded as relics of an outdated era and were all erased into the annals of history. Only Lee Hyuk-soo upheld his convictions to the very end. ‘Lee Hyuk-soo is a good person.’ This was why Park Chan-woo considered Lee Hyuk-soo a ‘good person.’ Because he had the right convictions. Because he never lost himself until the very end. Just that alone was enough to call him a ‘good person’ in such a barren future. But that wasn’t all. There was an undeniable, decisive reason why Park Chan-woo considered Lee Hyuk-soo a ‘good person.’ ‘…The only expedition member who ascended the Dragon God's Shrine without any personal gain in mind.’ Humanity’s last expedition. The journey to confront the Dragon God, Sephiro, at the Dragon God's Shrine. Scattered humanity gathered their final strength and embarked on this arduous expedition. A staggering 100,000 warriors. But could such a selfish and corrupted humanity truly have united solely for the noble cause of humanity’s salvation? Could individuals and groups have spoken in a single unified voice? Of course not, there was an underlying self-interest that transcended everything. ‘We didn’t ascend the Dragon God's Shrine to slay Sephiro.’ The very premise was flawed from the beginning. The reason why 100,000 warriors ascended the Dragon God's Shrine was not to slay him. Recalling the purpose of the expedition made Park Chan-woo grit his teeth. ‘…We went to plead. To beg for our survival.’ From the start, everyone had agreed that Sephiro could not be defeated. However, they had learned that Sephiro had once ‘saved’ certain minor species. If they could capture Sephiro’s attention or offer him a worthy sacrifice, they might be protected as his slaves or pets. From that point on, the key issue became: Who could offer the most ‘worthy sacrifice’ to gain Sephiro’s favor? The one who prepared the most enticing sacrifice would become the ruler of humanity, an absurdly naive notion. ‘It was a damned disgrace.’ Wasn’t it truly pathetic? Wasn’t it heartbreaking? To declare defeat without even attempting to fight. To struggle up to the Dragon God's Shrine only to kneel in surrender. And so, Park Chan-woo hid his true intentions. He planned to sacrifice the entire expedition to travel back to the past. Ultimately, even Park Chan-woo did not have the goal of hunting Sephiro. The only person who truly cared about ‘slaying’ Sephiro? Surprisingly, it was none other than Lee Hyuk-soo. That was why. Why he thought of Lee Hyuk-soo as a ‘good person.’ “By the way, did you obtain a class related to the Lion King because you equipped his gear?” Emerging from his thoughts, Park Chan-woo asked. Lee Hyuk-soo, snapping back to reality, nodded. “…I ranked up my class. To ‘The Lion King’s Favorite Disciple.’” “Favorite disciple? Could it be a hidden class?” “So they say.” “…….” This time, it was Park Chan-woo who was left speechless. He had asked just in case, but he hadn’t expected an affirmative answer. While he had evolved into a ‘Magic Swordsman’ thanks to Cancún’s Heart and had gained two ‘Hidden Traits,’ his class was still far from being a true ‘Hidden Class.’ In this world, the title ‘Hidden’ was reserved for those tied to ancient and unique existences. Like the Lion King. There were overwhelmingly powerful beings who never revealed themselves to the world. Those who merely observed the world from behind the veil. They sought successors who could carry on their existence and values. And in the past, Park Chan-woo had failed to become the Lion King’s disciple. That was why he knew of the Lion King’s existence. ‘As expected of Lee Hyuk-soo.’ The Sword King, Lee Hyuk-soo. Even the Lion King must have recognized his greatness. But there was one mystery that remained unsolved. “The name of the Lion King can only be inherited by the dead. But you are among the living, are you not?” Lee Hyuk-soo was a living human. When the Lion King rejected Park Chan-woo, he had said something similar. — “The living cannot inherit the name of the dead. If you wish to take my name, come back when you are dead.” He had been outright rejected. Even after enduring countless trials to finally reach him. At that moment, Lee Hyuk-soo tilted his head in confusion. “He just told me to do it.” “…….” Wait. What? ……Could it be that the Lion King had simply made up an excuse to reject him because his talent was lacking? Just to be sure, Park Chan-woo asked again. “Did you meet the Lion King in person when you ranked up?” “For a brief moment, yes……” “And yet he told you to just inherit his title?” The word ‘favorite’ in ‘favorite disciple’ used the character for ‘love’. It meant a disciple whom the master held especially dear. A relationship that far exceeded that of an ordinary mentor and pupil. And the notoriously proud Lion King had simply told him to ‘just do it’? Lee Hyuk-soo blinked once, as if puzzled by the fuss, and answered. “He definitely said that. Told me not to even think about refusing and just do it.” “No trial or test?” “There didn’t seem to be any.” “…He must have really, really liked your talent.” As much as he hated to admit it, Park Chan-woo had to acknowledge it. Lee Hyuk-soo’s talent. The Lion King was a master of sword energy If one judged purely by swordsmanship, Lee Hyuk-soo far outstripped Park Chan-woo. When Park Chan-woo had been a knight-class warrior, he had sought out the Lion King and undergone a trial. He barely managed to pass after an arduous struggle, but it seemed he had failed to win the Lion King’s favor. He had been rejected under the guise of a polite excuse. ‘And I believed those words completely. How embarrassing.’ But Park Chan-woo had taken those words at face value. He had genuinely thought that he had been rejected simply because he was still alive, not because of his lack of talent. Now he realized, the real reason was simply that he wasn’t good enough. If only the Lion King had just told him outright back then, that he lacked talent. He could have switched to becoming a mage much sooner. Park Chan-woo fought through the intense dizziness and spoke. “But handling the lion’s magic must have been a completely different matter.” “The Lion King engraved my equipment with a name. Thanks to that, I can use the lion’s magic.” He even engraved a name on the equipment? That was a clear declaration of succession. It was a way to prevent any other ancient beings from taking it, sealing it completely. However, there was something that needed to be corrected. “It’s not a skill; it’s magic. And not just any magic, an incredibly powerful unique magic.” “…Skills and magic are different?” “It’s a matter of perception. If you think of the magic you use as nothing more than a game skill, you’ll quickly hit a limit. But if you recognize it as true magic and follow its principles, there will be no limits.” Words have power. A small difference in thought and perception can change everything. That’s exactly the case with skills and magic. When the Abyss arrived and people awakened, some gained abilities called skills. If one considered magic with abilities like those found in a game and thought of it simply as “game skills,” magic would never develop. However, if one viewed it as supernatural phenomena, true “magic” that follows its principles, magic would naturally evolve. Lee Hyuk-soo wore a doubtful expression. “…Just because of a single word difference?” “A single word can change the meaning of everything.” “…Ah.” Only then did Lee Hyuk-soo nod. That’s right. A single word could change everything. A single word could lead to misunderstandings or even settle a thousand-gold debt. Lee Hyuk-soo had experienced many misunderstandings caused by words throughout his life. Because his intentions were often conveyed differently than he meant, he had chosen to live by speaking as little as possible. That’s how powerful and mysterious words were. Skills and magic. Of course, just calling them by different names would change one’s perception. The way one approached them would be different. Instead of thinking of them as easily used game skills, considering them as magic that alters reality and pursuing their principles created an enormous difference. And over time, that difference would only grow. Once someone realized it too late, it would already be impossible to catch up. ‘He really is a true prophet.’ At last, Lee Hyuk-soo was convinced. The man standing before him was a genuine prophet. A doppelganger would never be able to offer such subtle advice. Even if it wanted to, it wouldn’t be capable of it. That was how deep the prophet’s wisdom and foresight were. ‘Magic. Everything I use isn’t just data-driven skills but magic that follows true principles.’ And with that, he gained enlightenment. Just a single word. But it completely changed his way of thinking. If this wasn’t magic, what else could be? Even if everything was structured like a game, one’s own perception should not be confined to the idea of a game. If one was trapped within the frame of a game, they would never be able to break free from it. It was like walking the predetermined path set by a creator, one could never surpass the limits imposed by the creator. — “Lee Hyuk-soo. Do you think I’ll clear ‘The Second Night’ in the usual way?” The words the prophet had spoken earlier suddenly resurfaced in his mind. The usual way. He would never follow the path set by the creator. That’s why he could stand above the creator. Without a frame and without limits, he could create his own path. Just as the prophet’s magic was fundamentally different from that of other magicians. ‘Ah!’ Lee Hyuk-soo trembled. He immediately closed his eyes. It felt as if the shell that had been imprisoning him had shattered. If he hadn’t witnessed Park Chan-woo’s eccentric ways, he wouldn’t have felt this intense realization. He wouldn’t have truly listened to his advice. But to Lee Hyuk-soo, the prophet was special. If the prophet hadn’t helped him, if he hadn’t stepped in, Lee Hyuk-soo would have lived a life filled with eternal regret. Because he sincerely accepted the advice, he was able to attain enlightenment. And this small realization started as a gentle ripple but soon surged forth like a great ocean. As a result: 『You have acquired the Enlightenment of the Seeker.』 『Your disposition has changed to ‘Pursuer of Truth.’』 『The ‘Skill List’ in your status window has been renamed to ‘Available Magic.’』 『Your understanding and proficiency in all magic have increased.』 『All magic effects have increased by 10%.』 『All pure attributes have increased by 3.』 『Your physical abilities and magical abilities have achieved harmony.』 『The limit on the ‘Mana’ attribute has been lifted.』 He had broken through his limits. Even if he hadn’t leaped far, he had undoubtedly shattered the frame. And that single step carried immense significance. ‘…He reached enlightenment just from a few words of advice?’ Watching him, Park Chan-woo clicked his tongue. Lee Hyuk-soo was sitting with his eyes closed, deeply absorbing the realization he had gained. It seemed he wasn’t just knowledgeable in swordsmanship. He also had considerable magical talent. A man who had wielded the sword all his life had completely shifted his perception after just a few words. A change in perception was equivalent to a change in worldview. Breaking free from fixed notions and expanding one’s worldview always led to drastic transformations. The proof was in the change in the density of his mana, it was completely different. ‘He shattered the natural limits of a swordsman.’ Swordsmen had weak mana. Since they focused on physical strength, they were often naturally restricted. They instinctively imposed limits to rapidly enhance their physical abilities. But now, Lee Hyuk-soo has broken that restriction himself. With just a few words of advice, he had shattered his own shell. His physical and magical abilities had begun to achieve harmony. Park Chan-woo shook his head. He had completely misjudged things. Sword King Lee Hyuk-soo. He had assumed Lee Hyuk-soo possessed only the talent for the sword. But the true nature of Lee Hyuk-soo’s talent went far beyond that. Simply put— ‘This guy… is a monster.’ …Perhaps even a greater talent than Han Shin. That was the essence of the man named Lee Hyuk-soo.
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