Murim Login – Chapter 710 – Web Novel Translations

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He could feel it. Death was right in front of him.

His blurred vision could no longer properly make out shapes. His once-sharp senses were already slipping away from his body.

In that dark, hazy consciousness, Jin Taekyung thought.

There was no doubt.

This was a dream.

Or an auditory hallucination brought on by approaching death.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain the voice he heard from behind.

“How dare you lay a hand on someone else’s body, you goddamn bitch.”

And yet… it felt familiar.

That shrill voice—so sharp it bordered on neurotic. Even the coarse curse reminded him of someone.

Even though he knew it couldn’t be.

Even as he scolded himself for having such a ridiculous thought, he couldn’t stop a pointless hope from rising.

‘Is this… really the end?’

The moment that hollow murmur echoed inside him—

“So… how long are you going to stand there spacing out?”

…

Jin Taekyung’s eyelids, on the verge of closing, stopped.

A jolt struck like a hammer, yanking his fading mind awake. The senses that had drifted away surged back.

‘Could it be…?’

No. It couldn’t be.

Impossible. He was supposed to be far away in the Central Plains.

But someone once said—

Hope is what breaks a person, and what makes them stand again.

So Jin Taekyung clung to that invisible thread and forced his eyes open.

And he saw it.

“Ah… ah…”

The Southern Demon Empress staggered, both arms already gone.

And beside her, a Zen staff leaned diagonally—filled with shock and disbelief.

Clang.

The ring hanging from the staff rang loud.

Feeling Scorching Yang Energy radiating from the red-heated metal, Jin Taekyung opened his mouth with a faint smile.

“You… could’ve come a little sooner.”

So faint you had to strain to hear it.

But the man holding that staff was different.

He could hear Jin Taekyung from hundreds of yards away.

Hundreds of miles away.

Not with his ears.

With his heart.

With the heart of one who cared for his only disciple.

(T/N : Holy shiittttt, Gramps is that youuuuuuuy? gsjehksgskgt)

“I can be a little late. You brat—always complaining.”

Gruff as ever, the Blood Monk—

No, Fire King Jeok Cheon-gang—

answered and stepped forward.

(T/N : YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! )

Thud.

And the next moment—

Whoosh.

As if the stage had finally been set, a flame larger and fiercer than anything erupted out of the blackout.

Kwaaaaaa!

Flame God Palm.

A wave of fire, packed with terrifying heat, devoured the darkness as it advanced—relentless, endless, existing only to burn one being.

‘Ah.’

The Southern Demon Empress stared at the approaching heat with hollow eyes.

Not a groan.

Not a scream.

Her feet were nailed to the ground. Pain felt distant, as though it belonged to someone else.

‘I have to avoid it. I have to avoid it somehow…’

But her body refused to obey the frantic shrieks inside her head.

Or maybe everything ended the moment she lost her only arm.

That single Zen staff—fast as a flash of light and burning with fierce heat—had turned her arm to ash.

And not only her arm.

Innate Energy.

It had taken even the last strength she had left.

Casually.

Mercilessly.

Staring at herself—unable to take even one step—the Southern Demon Empress finally realized.

‘This is the end.’

A life that had lasted so long she no longer knew where it had begun.

But today, here, would be where it ended.

Even so, if she had one regret left, it was only this—

That she hadn’t directly cut off Jin Taekyung’s breath.

‘But… why?’

She didn’t know how Fire King Jeok Cheon-gang had ended up here.

But even as she fell, Jin Taekyung would not escape death.

Even if a Great Firmament Immortal had come instead of the Fire King, that fact would not change.

That unshakable conviction soothed her heart as she accepted the flames.

‘Heavenly Lord.’

The thought echoed softly inside her.

The thought was long.

But the moment was short.

And the flames that had been released above Jin Taekyung’s kneeling head opened their jaws toward the Southern Demon Empress.

Hwaaaaaak!

Watching the fire pour down, melting the darkness, the Southern Demon Empress closed her eyes.

No—she was about to close them.

If it weren’t for someone suddenly covering her body—this body that couldn’t even lift a finger—at the instant everything turned white.

Whack!

In that split second, the Southern Demon Empress saw it clearly.

“……”

Jin Taekyung’s face—pale with death—and his lips opening slowly in the slowed world.

And—

Kwadeuk!

A stinging pain tore through her neck, and her vision drowned in darkness.

—

It was inevitable—and it hit like a flash of lightning.

‘If the Southern Demon Empress dies now, I die too.’

The biggest reason I’ve survived against stronger opponents is because leveling up lets me recover.

No matter how good your muscles and bones are, no matter how high your stats climb, you can’t block certain death.

Especially not in a case like mine, where blood vessels are shattered and the duodenum—which is supposed to sit where it belongs—has wandered off like a soldier on vacation.

So if the Southern Demon Empress dies at someone else’s hands in this situation?

Then I’m screwed, too.

In the end, the only option I had at the last moment was—

To tank it.

‘Shit.’

Swallowing the curse, I squeezed out every last scrap of strength and threw my body forward.

No—more accurately, I barely managed to lift myself and cover the Southern Demon Empress.

Whack!

…

I saw her eyes—eyes that had been closing in resignation—snap wide open.

Shock and doubt swirled in them, asking what her voice couldn’t.

Why?

But there was no time to answer.

If I had that kind of strength left, I would’ve grabbed White Flame a few steps away.

Or pulled another weapon from my inventory and stabbed it into her heart.

But… damn it.

The best attack I could manage while my mind felt like it was about to snap was this.

Kwadeuk!

Wrinkled skin mottled with age spots tore under my teeth.

Bitter blood flooded my mouth, wetting my cracked lips.

The most primitive attack I’d used in every fight I’d ever fought.

And that was exactly why it was more desperate than anything else.

Biting down on the Southern Demon Empress’s neck, I felt it the next moment—

The tremendous heat surging from behind me.

And someone’s scream-like cry.

Hwareuk!

A monstrous shock slammed into my spine.

The roar swallowed even the scream that tried to follow, and the heat swept over everything—

Then I was blown away, weightless.

‘Ah.’

Who said the greatest pain a human can feel is burning?

They were right.

Pain so severe I couldn’t even scream seized my entire body.

My vision turned pure white. I couldn’t see even an inch ahead.

And my body—launched like a ray of light—tore through the wind at terrible speed.

Swaeeeeeeek, kwaang!

The endless air-splitting howl finally ended as something rough and hard slammed into me.

No—more accurate to say my body, shot like a projectile, punched through debris and got wedged inside it.

Cough.

Blood—whatever little was left—spilled from my mouth with the cough.

A buzzing like swarming bees screamed in my ruptured eardrums.

And through my blurred vision, the Southern Demon Empress—lying limp—and someone else flickered like a mirage.

“No—!”

A scream rang out.

Then—

Tting.

A clear chime pierced my ears.

And warm warmth embraced me.

—

Swaeeeeeeek!

At that moment, Jeok Cheon-gang’s heart was filled with despair as he ran forward with everything he had.

‘No. It can’t be.’

Each step was heavy.

A heart that had aged after living more than a hundred years pounded harder than it ever had, and his eyes—fixed on the figure ahead—trembled.

Jin Taekyung.

His first and only disciple.

The only spark that had come to him one day—when he’d wanted only death—and shown him a reason to live.

‘But… why? Why on earth!’

He felt like he might vomit blood.

What he had fired at the Southern Demon Empress was Flame God Palm—twelve stars.

Heat that could melt steel.

Yet Jin Taekyung had thrown himself in front of it.

‘You crazy bastard. You stupid bastard!’

He didn’t know the reason.

No—the reason didn’t matter.

The curse he couldn’t spit out also turned on himself.

Jin Taekyung’s choices had always been right. There had always been a reason.

And now, the grief and self-reproach of losing his only disciple to his own rash judgment tore Jeok Cheon-gang’s heart apart.

“No!”

His scream broke as he reached his disciple.

“Taekyung-ah! You bastard!”

No answer came.

Jeok Cheon-gang’s heart sank as he saw Jin Taekyung lying there, eyes closed, breathing so weakly it seemed ready to snap at any moment.

‘Ah.’

His head spun.

Armor shattered beyond recognition.

Limbs twisted at wrong angles.

Flesh and bone melted or broken because they couldn’t withstand the heat of Flame God Palm.

Thanks to the armor, he was miraculously still alive—

But only barely.

Now, the time left for that young one was only a breath.

Even if Jeok Cheon-gang poured in all his Internal Energy, it would not change.

No—it would only prolong the pain.

Thud.

A hand reaching for Jin Taekyung’s pulse trembled in the air.

‘…Die? You’re saying he’s dying? That guy?’

Unable to watch it, Jeok Cheon-gang squeezed his eyes shut.

He had seen countless deaths.

Sometimes from afar.

Sometimes with his own hands ending someone’s breath.

But Jin Taekyung’s death was different.

He was barely past twenty.

Unlike Jeok Cheon-gang, he had days left. Happiness left.

“But… what is it? What was so urgent you’re already leaving? Why!”

Jeok Cheon-gang cried out like he was vomiting blood.

He held Jin Taekyung’s hand—half melted by his own martial arts.

Held that hand scarred by terrible injury and sobbed, again and again—

‘Huh?’

A strange sensation.

Jeok Cheon-gang opened his eyes.

Jin Taekyung’s hand was reflected in them, wet.

A hand as white as a newborn’s.

And yet the veins on the back bulged strangely.

A moment ago, the flesh had clearly been melted and fused. He was sure he’d even seen bone.

‘What is this?’

No matter how he looked at it, there were only two possibilities.

Either his damned old age was acting up again—

Or…

Gulp.

Jeok Cheon-gang swallowed dry saliva without meaning to and slowly raised his head.

And then he saw it.

A pair of eyes looking at him with amusement.

“……”

They held each other’s gaze for a brief moment.

Then Jin Taekyung wiggled his fingers shyly toward Jeok Cheon-gang, who had gone stiff.

“Um… should we talk after you take your hand off first?”

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