Riiip!
The blanket in Kang Jin-Ho's grip ripped apart. That strange sensation forced Kang Jin-Ho's eyes to fly open.
‘...That was a dream?’
It seemed he had been dreaming until now. No, to be more precise, he had been subconsciously recalling his memory. From back when he wasn't Kang Jin-Ho, but Heavenly Crimson Demon Emperor.
Back when he was the devil staining the world with blood-soaked conquests!
Kang Jin-Ho reflexively covered his face after coming face-to-face with these vivid memories once more.
‘Why now...?’
He believed these memories didn’t matter to him anymore. So why was he dreaming about them now? Had he not already drawn a clear line separating him from his past?
“Fuu-woo...”
Kang Jin-Ho quietly sighed. He couldn’t move. Was it because he had such a vivid dream? His body still seemed to be in the grips of the sensation of the dream.
The sensation of demonic qi filling his body to the point of flooding outside! The sensation of tyrannical spirit that even Kang Jin-Ho feared... shaking up his body to the core!
Such sensations were a constant companion back when he was still called Heavenly Crimson Demon Emperor. However, to the current Kang Jin-Ho, they were like powerful gut punches.
Back then, he thought he could do anything. He used to be filled with this sensation of fulfillment, as if he could grab Mount Tai with one hand and split the ocean with a single sword strike.
He was filled with incredible power that might even destroy the heavens if that was what he wanted.
After remembering all this, Kang Jin-Ho suddenly realized what he lost was truly enormous. And he was also reminded of how far off he was from regaining his previous peak.
‘This frail little...’
Kang Jin-Ho flinched just as he thought that.
‘Huh? Frail?’
Kang Jin-Ho looked down at his torso.
“...Huh?”
A flabbergasted gasp leaked out of his mouth.
‘...What’s going on here?’
Kang Jin-Ho grew stupefied at what he could see from his body. Then, he slowly raised his head and scanned his surroundings.
‘What is the meaning of this?’
The world was changing around him. And no, he wasn't being figurative here. The surroundings really were closing in on him differently. Should he say that a blurry filter before a camera lens had been removed? The world seemed so much clearer and more alive.
‘No, hold on.’
The world hadn't actually changed. The truth was that the world in Kang Jin-Ho's view had been blurry until yesterday. But that had returned to 'normal' now.
He wasn't sure what had happened here, but one thing was for certain: the fog in his head was completely gone.
Kang Jin-Ho accepted his current situation and deeply pondered how it had come to be. Eventually, he arrived at the most likely answer.
‘So, it was my heart demon.’
Before Buddha could achieve enlightenment below the Bodhi tree's shade, he had to contend with the visitation from an evil entity. Any individual shooting for the Moon always had to deal with their heart demon. It was inevitable, really.
Unfortunately, the heart demon was one crafty, insidious entity, making it rather difficult to positively identify it. As such, one could say any and all types of mental hindrance that stopped the person from advancing forward was a 'heart demon'.
Although it was not possible to define it, there was one commonality. Everyone suffering from the heart demon would always experience regressing from their previous peak state. Without constantly using martial arts, even a top expert might not realize they were being haunted by their heart demon.
That was Kang Jin-Ho's situation. Until this morning, he had no idea that the heart demon had ensnared him.
‘When I think about it... It was strange, wasn’t it?’
Kang Jin-Ho was never the type to hesitate and procrastinate over his decisions. He certainly would take his time considering his options, but once he was done analyzing the problem from various angles, he'd unhesitantly make his choice and commit himself to it. That was how Kang Jin-Ho operated until now.
So, it was strange for someone like him to act this wishy-washy and not make the decision.
Kang Jin-Ho let out a soft but deep sigh. Not because he was rueful, though. No, he was deeply relieved instead.
One’s heart demon was a terrifying foe. Kang Jin-Ho had witnessed countless experts charging straight to the top helplessly fall victim to their heart demons and end up as cripples.
Humans tended to mistakenly believe anyone could become better as long as they put in the requisite effort. However, that wasn't always true. There was a clear limit to how much one could improve no matter how hard they worked on themselves.
For instance, no one could sprint a hundred meters in less than eight seconds just because they had been training like crazy.
The truth was... Effort was one of the necessary elements in reaching one's limits. Once they got there, humans would instinctively feel they needed something different, something special, to break through their limits. In martial arts, this limit is called the 'wall.'DiiScôver new stories on no/v/e()/lbin(.)com
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