Chapter 780
Chapter 780
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 780
Chapter Title: Radiant Ascension Path
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"...So the book was your goal! Even if you have it, you can't read it!"
I ran my finger over the rough cover of the book.
"Heavenly Demon Divine Art."
"......!!"
Shin Jong-woo's eyes widened as if they might tear.
"N-No way... You can read it?!"
"Yeah. I don't get the principles, but I can read it."
I opened the book. Just like the cover, I could read the contents too. But understanding them was another story entirely. Even reading the manual, I grasped less than half of it.
'Huh. I figured there'd be something special... but it's just an ordinary book with ordinary knowledge?'
Flip. Flip.
It happened while I was flipping through the pages. Suddenly, a dark aura seeped out from the book and flowed into my arm.
It was a deep, resonant voice. I looked around. Aside from Namgoong Lin standing before me and the dying Shin Jong-woo, no one else was there.
"S-Sung Gaga?! That's a cursed book! Throw it away right now!"
"No. It's fine."
She could see the black aura too. It looked pretty dangerous, but in reality, it couldn't penetrate my body—it just lingered on my arm.
Deep voices again. But it felt like they were talking among themselves. One voice, multiple wills.
In the original story of Another World's Heavenly Demon... this Heavenly Demon Divine Art manual contains the lingering thoughts of past Heavenly Demons.
Seems like it was just as in the original. And Shin Jong-woo is their descendant. His arrival in this world was tied to them.
'Whatever. I don't care about that. What matters is what I can get from this book.'
"Heh. If you could kill me, you would've already."
I mocked them and kept reading the Heavenly Demon Divine Art manual. Still couldn't grasp even half.
A thick, ominous black aura poured from the Heavenly Demon Divine Art manual, beginning to erode my body.
I furrowed my brow. My body was growing increasingly stifled. This could get dangerous if it continued.
'Heavenly Demon Divine Art.'
I activated my own Heavenly Demon Divine Art. I chose it over Eternal Heaven Energy Art out of curiosity—which one's was stronger?
My Heavenly Demon Energy began pushing back the aura entering my body.
The manual kept trying to block me and push back my Heavenly Demon Energy. But at some point, its aura started getting devoured by mine instead.
And finally, I read through to the last page. Not deeply analyzed—just skimmed.
'Finally moving.'
What I'd trusted from the start was one thing: the Cheon-gang Star system. Since this wasn't an ordinary book but a martial arts manual, I figured the system would handle it somehow.
I clicked my tongue.
My current Cheon-gang Star VIP level is 1. I've collected 60 Heavenly Jades so far. Raising it requires five times that—300. Impossible right now.
'Insufficient intellect and abilities... Even if I devoured every elixir I have, the system wouldn't be satisfied...'
Intellect was hopeless. I had no talent.
'But for one fleeting moment, that's different. Genius Time.'
The contents of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art manual resurfaced in my mind. Things I hadn't understood even half of suddenly clicked into place.
I was in the mental image world.
The sky was black, the ground white. Instinct told me this wasn't my mental image world.
Five men stood before me. All in ancient attire: a man in martial robes, one in hanbok, another in Western noble garb. All resembled Shin Jong-woo.
"How did you enter here?!"
"This madman! Control of the world is shifting to him! The power of the stars aids him!"
"We must kill him!"
They reached into the void, weapons materializing in their hands.
I chuckled.
Pathetic.
Not the one I knew, but Shin Jong-woo's from the book.
A black hole appeared before me, sucking them in cleanly without resistance.
'Easy.'
Without Genius Time, I wouldn't have ended it so swiftly. Thanks to it, I understood his art far better—probably several times more than he ever did.
I organized Shin Jong-woo's Heavenly Demon Divine Art in my mind. Discard the useless, keep the gains.
'...Way past 10 seconds, but Genius Time's still active. Time flows differently between reality and the mental image world.'
I spoke.
"System. Hold on. I want to stay in the mental image world longer."
"Plenty."
The mental image world shifted around me.
The sky turned blue, the white floor into vibrant earth.
I didn't know the principles. I just dominated it by instinct.
"Yuria."
Yuria appeared in a maid outfit. A fake, imagined version. Possible only here. Her physical specs matched the real one's.
"Be my sparring partner."
She drew a dagger; I went unarmed. I wanted to test Shin Jong-woo's Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
Three hours flew by.
I fought her 72 times: 40 losses, 8 draws, the rest wins.
???
Back in reality, I crossed my legs on the chair and closed my eyes.
I circulated the Heavenly Demon Divine Art—not from the manual, but the one given by the Demon King of Heaven.
'Moment.'
6 seconds left on Genius Time.
I cleared my dizzy mind and acted.
'Moment.'
Absorbing the manual's energy into Heavenly Demon Divine Art formulas, with Cheon-gang Star system's aid.
'Moment.'
A wall appeared.
Blocking me. I hadn't even noticed it before.
No need to break or climb it. It crumbled to dust on its own.
'Moment.'
I gathered energy where the wall vanished. Planted lightning at the core, fleshed it with demonic energy. Normally impossible. But the system assisted.
'Success. The inner core has taken root inside me.'
Only then did I open my eyes.
Genius Time was far more cheat-like than I'd thought. If Yuria's world had been [Radiant Ascension Path] instead of [Hundred Returns]... I cut the thought. Pointless.
"J-Just now, a wave pulsed from Sung Gaga... W-What in the world?"
Namgoong Lin didn't grasp the situation. Only about 10 seconds had passed for her.
I looked at the book in my hand.
Shhh.
All energy absorbed, the book disintegrated.
'Thanks to it, I reached the third stage of the Five Energies.'
Regrettable misses, but the contents were in my head. My Heavenly Demon Divine Art had grown stronger.
"W-What have you done...!!"
Shin Jong-woo cried out in anguish. He felt the severed link to his Heavenly Demon Divine Art. Without its source manual, his fatal wounds would claim him soon.
"Your Heavenly Demon Divine Art... impressive. Heh."
I stripped off my clothes. Then eyed Namgoong Lin. She understood, hesitated, then undressed herself.
"W-What are you doing?!"
"Can't you see? Fucking my woman. Shut up and watch from there. Heh."
"Sung Yu-jin!!!"
Ignoring him, I sat on the chair and watched her disrobe completely. Even in underwear stripped away, her body never got old.
"On all fours. You know what to do."
"Yes, Gaga."
She planted her hands on the floor, ass thrust toward me. Shin Jong-woo faced her front.
"L-Lin... Cough, cough!"
Namgoong Lin flinched at him but soon shook her ass as usual.
"Gaga, touch my pussy. Pussy."
Her wiggling ass was full-moon round, cute anus and tight slit visible. Black pubes trailed downward, swaying in the breeze.
"Yeah. Yeah."
To thrust in, needed lube. I teased her pussy with middle and ring fingers. Already slightly wet. Fingers would slide right in.
I plunged two in and pistoned fast. Not randomly—rubbing the walls she loved most.
"Hngh! Ohng, aaang!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
Her legs tensed, ass lifted. Each finger-fuck brought lewd sounds and pussy juice dripping to the floor. Her developed pussy soaked even pubes in under 3 minutes without sensitivity boost.
I withdrew.
Her gaping pussy quivered, pink insides beckoning.
"Haah, haaa, haah... haah..."
I slapped her pussy with my cock.
"Haaang! Sung Gaga! Put it in! Please...! My pussy aches so much!"
"Heh. Move yourself. Oh, don't turn toward me."
"Yesss."
She climbed onto my chair, squatting. Hands naturally behind her head.
My view: her back. Plump tits jutted sideways. Side-boob view was subtly hot.
Shin Jong-woo grimaced and bellowed. I ignored; she focused on my cock over him.
"Haah, haah, gonna put it in...!"
She raised her ass, groped position by feel alone, then dropped. Her pussy swallowed my cock to the hilt.
"Ah, aaa... So good... Gaga's cock is the best...! Ang! Gaga! Gaga!"
She slammed down mercilessly, grinding like a pestle. I watched her swaying black hair and asked.
"Shin Jong-woo's dying, and you wanna shake your hips?"
"Shin So-hyeop doesn't matter! As long as I have Gaga...! Haaaang! Gaga, say you love me... Gaga...!"
"I love you."
"Aaaaang!"
Her pussy spasmed. Climax already. But hips kept moving. Slower, yet milking my cock relentlessly. Training her paid off.
20 minutes passed. She kept riding atop me; I sat back, enjoying leisurely.
"S-Sung Yu-jin...! You, someday... will pay, pay... Cough... the price...!"
Dying Shin Jong-woo spat curses with effort.
I smirked, rubbing her lower belly.
"Ah, aaah, Gaga, gotta pee, pee so bad...! Ah."
"Go ahead. Piss. You know hips can't stop, right?"
"Yes...!"
She urinated. Bright yellow arc in the air. Bobbing with her movements.
"Oh. Hit Shin Jong-woo too. Your beloved woman's piss. Warm?"
"Sung Yu... Gahk!"
His head hit the floor. After spasms, Shin Jong-woo breathed his last.
Namgoong Lin knew. Right in front of her. But no reaction—she finished peeing. Leaned back against me, looked up. No sadness on her face.
"Gaga. Kiss me. Kiss."
Sticky gaze begging with taught words. I chuckled, kneaded her huge tits, and kissed her.
"Hnn, mm..."
Her walls clenched my cock. I didn't hold back—creampied deep inside.