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Chapter 693
“Ra, Raon! Stop!”
The chief of Sran tribe raised his arm to block Raon’s path.
“It’s dangerous! Not just brother, but you could be in danger too!”
He referred to Ogram as his brother, not the union leader, and shook his head.
“The energy of death binding brother’s soul has already surpassed the level of martial arts. It’s touched the realm of curses achieved through magic and sorcery! If you mishandle it, you could be in danger too!”
The chief of the Sran tribe shouted, emphasizing that this was not something to be taken lightly, worrying not just for Ogram but for Raon as well.
“I know.”
Raon nodded heavily, seeing the tremor in the chief of Sran tribe’s eyes.
“Still, it’s something I must do. I am confident I can do it.”
As the chief said, the energy of death manipulated by Derus was a power beyond the principles of martial arts.
Attempting to save Ogram might leave his soul wounded as well.
But thanks to the Evil Eyes of Wrath and the Ring of Fire, he can clearly sense the energy of death binding Ogram’s soul.
Right now, he can save Ogram without any harm.
“Benefactor. I also oppose this.”
The vice union leader stepped forward, biting his lip.
“If it’s dangerous for both the union leader and you, it’s better not to do it. If you get hurt, I won't be able to face him even if the union leader wakes up."
He too seemed to share the chief of Sran’s tribe opinion, shaking his head.
“Do you think my brother doesn’t know that?”
Garona forcefully pushed the door open and entered the room.
“My brother values master more than anyone here. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have come here, nor would he have stormed the headquarters of the White Blood Religion! If he says he can do it, he really can!”
He approached Raon, nodding firmly.
“I believe in you brother. I want you to do it.”
Garona said he believed in Raon, pounding his chest with his fist. Blood seeped from the bandages wrapped around his shoulder, likely due to overexertion.
“Umm…”
“That…”
Seeing Garona, Ogram’s disciple, express faith in Raon, the vice union leader and the chief of Sran tribe were at a loss for words.
“Ahem!”
Raon turned around at Glenn’s cough. Realizing he was still holding Glenn’s wrist, he quickly let go.
“I apologize.”
“……”
Glenn didn’t reply, just looked at his slightly reddened wrist before raising his eyes to meet Raon’s.
“Are you confident?”
“Alone, it would be difficult, but if you assist me, it’s possible.”
“Then I will take responsibility.”
Glenn stepped forward, nodding calmly.
“Pardon?”
“M, my lord?”
“If something goes wrong, I will take full responsibility.”
Glenn gestured, indicating he would take all responsibility. His demeanor, while looking at the unconscious Ogram, glowed faintly with a reddish hue.
“My lord! Saying such things…”
Sheryl reached out to Glenn, as if to stop him.
"Leave it."
Rimmer intervened, whispering in her ear.
"He's acting like this because he is happy his grandson held his wrist.”
He whispered so only Sheryl could hear.
“What…?”
Sheryl exhaled sharply, looking at Glenn. As Rimmer said, he seemed genuinely happy.
"He's not a teenage girl. I don't know why he's acting like that."
Rimmer shook his head, calling him a strange old man.
“Huhuhu.”
Roenn, understanding it all, laughed quietly.
“I apologize for my great disrespect.”
The vice union leader bowed to Raon.
“Neither the head of house Zieghart nor the benefactor need to take responsibility. We just ask. Please save the union leader.”
“Please!”
Not just him, but the chief of Sran tribe and the other executives also bowed their heads.
“Brother.”
Garona grabbed Raon’s shoulder, saying he believed in him. His fingertips trembled.
“Just wait a little.”
Raon nodded calmly, looking at the executives of the Beast Union.
"I'll let you hear the union leader’s refreshing laughter again."
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Raon slowly took a breath and activated the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.
He moved the heat that would not waver under any impact, observing the energy of death binding Ogram’s soul.
‘This is the starting point.’
Currently, Ogram’s soul was wrapped in the energy of death, like a spider wrapping its prey in web.
It was difficult to unravel all the energy of death surrounding the soul, so he had to find and cut through the thick knots.
By skillfully using the Ring of Fire, the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation’s energy, and the Evil Eyes of Wrath, he found eight knots of energy of death that could be severed without harming Ogram.
If he could cut through those knots without any mistake, he could save Ogram’s soul without injuring it.
“I have confirmed it.”
After checking multiple times, Raon turned around and nodded to Glenn.
"From now on, please cut the places where I leave marks with your aura, my lord."
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Raon showed a confident smile.
"I know that Ogram’s body and soul are separated, but I don't know how or where they are. So..."
Glenn placed his hand on Raon’s hand, which was on Ogram’s chest.
“You should do it yourself.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Glenn’s lightning energy seeped into Raon’s hand.
‘This is…’
It was different from the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation’s energy and Glacier. It was pure lightning energy, like the lightning that ruled the sky.
It was powerful enough to break everything in the world, yet warm like a spring day.
Raon swallowed hard, looking at Glenn’s trembling eyes.
‘Is he trying to teach me again?’
Considering Glenn could handle it himself but was giving Raon the opportunity, it seemed like he wanted Raon to gain experience in handling lightning energy.
Raon, understanding Glenn’s intention, moved the lightning energy in his hand.
Thanks to Glenn’s guidance, he could handle the red lightning energy as if it were his own.
Crackle!
After swirling the lightning energy Glenn had passed on, Raon pushed it into Ogram’s body.
‘I have to move carefully.’
Since Ogram was in a state similar to a vegetative one, he couldn’t express pain even if he felt it. The lightning energy had to be moved delicately to minimize damage.
Hoo.
After calming his breath, Raon moved the blade of lightning energy toward the first knot of energy of death he had previously identified.
Slash!
Ogram’s body quivered as if it had taken a significant impact, and the first chain of energy of death binding his soul was severed and melted away.
Perhaps because his concentration had reached its peak, even cutting just one knot made his entire body feel as if it were drenched in water.
Raon bit his lip and moved the lightning energy toward the next knot of energy of death.
Crackle!
Thanks to Glenn’s continuous support of lightning energy, he managed to cut through six more knots.
Each time the chains of energy of death were severed, Ogram’s complexion improved. His zombie-like pale face started to turn red.
“He, he’s coming back!”
“Union leader!”
“Kuhh…”
Seeing the positive change in Ogram, the vice union leader, the chief of Sran tribe, and Garona’s eyes welled up with tears.
The three of them clasped their hands together, looking at Raon with a plea.
Raon nodded slightly and moved toward the eighth knot. Though it was the last one, he couldn’t afford to be careless.
This single knot connected dozens of strands of energy of death.
‘This won’t be easy.’
The last knot was the first one from Derus’ perspective, and it was still firmly binding Ogram’s soul.
If He misdirected the lightning energy even a little, he might cut Ogram's soul, so he couldn’t move his hand carelessly.
‘Hmm…’
As he bit his lip out of frustration, Glenn squeezed his hand tightly with the hand that was transmitting the lightning energy.
“Believe in yourself and proceed. You can do it.”
Hearing Glenn’s voice, full of belief, melted away the anxiety and pressure that had been weighing on his chest.
Crackle!
Raon nodded to Glenn and moved the newly charged lightning energy.
He slashed the last knot of energy of death binding Ogram with the blade of lightning imbued with Glenn’s noble will.
Kyaaaaaang!
The dozens of chains made of the energy of death shattered, and Ogram's freed soul merged with his body.
"Haa..."
Raon exhaled roughly and sat down on the spot.
"It's done."
He nodded to Glenn, looking up at him.
"Well done."
Glenn also seemed to sense the change in Ogram and gave a soft smile, patting Raon on the shoulder.
"He's, he's back! The union leader's soul has returned to his body!"
The chief of Sran tribe jumped up in surprise.
"Then, the union leader..."
"He should wake up soon."
Raon answered the vice union leader on behalf of the shocked chief Sran tribe.
"Th-thank you! benefactor!"
"Brother! Thank you!"
"Raon! You are truly..."
The vice union leader, Garona, and the chief of Sran tribe all approached Raon simultaneously, hugging him.
"My lord, could you let go of my hand now..."
Raon awkwardly smiled, looking at Glenn's hand still holding his wrist.
"Ahem!"
Glenn cleared his throat loudly and turned away.
"Gosh, getting that excited just because he held his grandson's hand. If they hugged, he'd probably faint."
Rimmer whispered to Sheryl, shaking his head.
"Not just any grandson, but a distinguished one. If it were me, I would have hugged him and not let go."
Sheryl smiled gently, understanding Glenn.
"That's right. Where else would you find such a filial grandson?"
Roenn also laughed heartily, seeming proud of Raon.
‘Hmm?’
Raon, about to expel the remaining energy of death from Ogram's body, widened his eyes.
‘What is this…’
Why is the energy of death…
As he tried to dissipate it into the air, the aura began to seep into his body instead.
However, it didn’t cause any harm, quietly integrating into his body and mana circuits, becoming part of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.
“Huh…”
Startled, Raon let out a breath, when Ogram's forehead twitched.
“Ugh…”
Ogram slowly opened his heavy eyelids. He looked around at the people gazing at him and tilted his head.
“Where am I…”
“Union leader!”
“Master!”
“Brother!”
The executives inside the palace cried out, rushing to Ogram.
“What, what’s going on! Glenn, Raon, why are you here!”
Ogram, not understanding, opened his mouth wide.
“Well…”
Raon, seeing Ogram's confusion, gave a faint smile.
"I came to repay a favor."
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“…I see.”
After hearing the full story, Ogram pressed his lips together.
“I’ve incurred a debt. A huge debt.”
He sighed, unsure how to repay it.
“You ignorant beast, don’t worry about debts.”
Unlike during the Conference of the Six Kings, Glenn casually called Ogram an ignorant beast and snorted.
"I've also received help from you before."
"That was when we were young. It wasn't a big deal like this!"
Ogram frowned, as if telling him not to talk nonsense.
"Even if it was when we were young, help is help. You don't need to be indebted to me. But..."
Glenn pointed at Raon with his finger.
“Make sure you repay him properly. He’s the one who suggested coming here, found your traces, and brought you back.”
“Yes. I know.”
Ogram nodded, as if it was a matter of course.
“I owe him a debt I can’t repay in a lifetime. Thank you, Raon.”
He sincerely thanked Raon, firmly grasping his hand.
"Don't grab his hand."
Glenn slapped Ogram's hand, telling him not to do anything foolish.
"Hmm, you're still an incomprehensible fellow."
Ogram chuckled, as if he found it absurd.
“How dare you, for someone who gets beaten by a mosquito.”
"I wasn't defeated by that bloodsucker! When I was fighting her..."
He explained how he was ambushed by a swordsman wearing a blue dragon helmet during the battle.
‘Blue dragon helmet?’
Was that Derus?
The Thespian Emperor of the Five Divine Orders had said a man in a blue dragon helmet had come to her to buy information.
Since it wasn’t the Heavenly Demon, he thought it was someone from Eden, but it turned out to be Derus Robert.
‘That guy…’
What is he planning?
Even after working under Derus for a long time and gathering a lot of information, he couldn’t figure out his true intentions.
“Honestly, even if I fought him one-on-one, I couldn’t guarantee victory.”
Ogram dropped his clenched fist powerlessly.
“If he’s that strong, you must know him.”
“No, I’ve never seen him before. There was no one like that among the Six Kings or the Five Demons.”
He furrowed his brow, saying it seemed like a new force had emerged.
“Hmm…”
Glenn clicked his tongue shortly, as if he couldn’t think of anyone either.
“Union leader.”
Raon approached Ogram while Glenn fell silent.
"Did you experience anything unusual after you collapsed?"
“Something unusual… Ah!”
Ogram clapped his hands loudly.
"After being attacked by them, I was floating in endless darkness and saw a small light with the flow of the Raging Sea. It was warm yet cool, light yet heavy space. I remember entering there for a moment and soothing my mind. It felt like a dream, yet not like a dream."
He nodded, saying it was a fascinating experience.
“That must have been my mental world.”
Raon recounted what had happened in his mental world.
“So, you came to find me…”
“At first, I thought you had come to teach me more about the Raging Sea, but after everything was over, I couldn’t forget the look in your eyes, it was as if you were asking for help."
"That's strange."
Ogram looked at Raon with warm eyes.
"I also thought of you as I collapsed."
“You thought of me?”
“Yes. When I pushed the fragment of White Hawk Glove into the Blood Spirit Passage, I thought the only ones who could find it were either you or Garona.”
He laughed heartily, saying his belief had come true.
“Raon. Thank you.”
Ogram closed his eyes with sincere gratitude in his voice.
“I want to make you an honored guest of this Beast Union and my honorary grandson.”
He raised the arm that had been hit by Glenn and grabbed Raon’s hand again.
“For you…”
“How dare you!”
Glenn scowled like a demon and slapped Ogram's hand away.
Smack!
Ogram’s hand turned red as if Glenn had hit it with all his might.
“If he’s an honored guest, treat him as such! What’s this about an honorary grandson?”
"No, I'm just grateful..."
"Shut up! If you don't want to fight me to the death here, keep your mouth shut!"
Glenn shook his head fiercely, as if absolutely against it.
“Uh…”
As Raon stood awkwardly between Glenn and Ogram, a message appeared before his eyes.
[You have achieved a great feat.]
[All stats have increased….]
[The rank of the trait <Evil Eyes of Wrath> has increased….]
[The rank of the trait <Ambush> has increased….]
[You have earned a new title….]
A series of reward messages for his recent achievement scrolled up before his eyes.
‘What a pity.’
If Wrath had seen this, he would have gone wild, saying, ‘Isn’t this too much! Has the system gone mad!’ It was a shame that he was asleep.
‘Oh…?’
Just as he clicked his tongue in regret for not being able to tease Wrath, the last message caught his eye.
‘Why is this showing up?’
