Chapter 470
Chapter 470
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 470
Chapter Title: Sabacheon (2)
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‘What do I do about this?’
A dilemma.
He couldn’t fight back, nor could he flee.
Crackle—crackle!
The woman was already in full battle readiness, her aura surging.
She must have sensed through the remnants left here that Hoon was no pushover, or perhaps she intended to go all out from the start.
The tension hung thick in the air, on the verge of erupting.
“W-Wait a second! Please hold on, sis!”
Just before things spiraled irreversibly, a voice cut through the standoff.
“Sohoe, just wait. First, this magido practitioner...”
“Th-That’s the thing... I don’t think that’s the case, sis! There seems to be some kind of misunderstanding...”
“...What? What are you talking about?”
The woman frowned at the sudden interruption.
Yet her eyes never left Hoon, tracking his every move.
Ready to counter the instant he showed any sign of suspicion.
“That man’s the one who saved me when I was kidnapped and locked up. He took out all the vicious beasts in the process, too.”
“...You’re saying he’s not one of them?”
“Yes! And there’s more than just that which doesn’t add up.”
Yoon Sohoe persuaded his sister with a calm tone, as if the terror from moments ago had been a lie.
He was a prodigy renowned in the Seongcheon Yoon Clan for his sharp mind.
When first exposed to the negative mental waves, his thoughts had frozen momentarily, but with a reliable ally appearing, he regained composure and noticed the inconsistencies.
The conversation that oddly didn’t align, like ignorance of the Seongcheon Yoon Clan.
The bold use of abilities, followed by a belated explanation after gauging his reaction.
The foreign attire he’d initially dismissed as unique.
‘And there’s more than that which felt off. I was just collateral—he came to rescue that girl...
He took out the experts in the hideout basement first, and only dealt with the surface rabble on the way out.’
Common sense dictated that entering from outside meant handling outer enemies first.
And in this world, one element explained such inexplicable actions.
“Are you, perchance... from another world?”
Otherworlders who crossed dimensional walls.
Wanderers with unique abilities, growing swiftly and sparking great and small changes across the lands.
As a descendant of the Seongcheon Yoon Clan, Yoon Sohoe knew them well.
Wasn’t their own clan founder one such being?
If the man’s abilities weren’t magido chakra but part of such a special power...
“Oh? Sharp one. I was just wondering how to explain it.”
...That made perfect sense.
Otherworlders often defied this world’s common sense.
Even accounting for that, he still seemed a bit off his rocker.
“Otherworlder? That man’s an otherworlder?”
The woman’s eyes widened in undisguised shock as she scrutinized him again.
Viewing him through that lens, the incongruities stood out starkly.
She’d assumed he was concealing his energy through some means, but he simply hadn’t cultivated chakra at all.
“H-Huh, but still...”
She blinked several times, her aura gradually subsiding.
She’d treated Hoon as an enemy because she took him for a magido practitioner.
Their infamy, cloaked in human guise, was utterly horrifying.
But if that wasn’t the case...
“...Even so, nothing’s confirmed yet. I can’t just let you go.”
With a small sigh, she stepped back, offering a compromise.
What if this was all a vile magido practitioner’s deception? Letting worldly evil slip away under her nose?
Bound by principle, she couldn’t risk it.
“Forgive me, but would you accompany us for a bit? We already have a few otherworlders in our clan, so verification won’t take long.”
Once confirmed, they could offer aid during his stay in these lands.
Hoon had no choice but to nod at her polite yet firm words.
‘Not like I had anywhere else to go anyway.’
Until Ramyu regained consciousness, he was stuck in this world.
A place to stay in the meantime wasn’t a bad deal.
As Yoon Clan warriors gathered to handle the disturbance,
Hoon, carrying Ramyu on his back, followed the pair.
The greatest legacy left by the great hero who ended the ancient Great War and brought peace to the world.
The eye of the gathering storm.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ To sum up the Sabacheon dimension in one phrase...
It was a sort of ‘Eastern fantasy’ world.
From wooden architecture with tiled roofs to spacious robes barely cut from fabric.
At a glance, it resembled the martial world of Ganghwan Realm, yet clear differences set it apart.
‘Fascinating.’
In the bustling heart of a fairly large city.
Hoon narrowed his eyes at a street vendor grilling skewers beyond the slowly moving carriage window.
The flames danced wildly yet perfectly cooked the meat—a sight like watching a circus act.
“Hm? Hungry, are you?”
“Nah, not that. Just amazed that even ordinary folk handle chakra.”
“Ah, got it.”
Yoon Sohoe shrugged, glancing at the vendor along Hoon’s gaze.
He continued nonchalantly.
“Chakra’s a power anyone can wield with understanding of its concept. Of course, without proper guidance and talent, growth has limits.”
As he said, the middle-aged vendor’s realm wasn’t high.
Lower than Yoon Sohoe, barely a teen.
By local standards, not even entry-level—true beginner tier.
“Looks like that vendor’s stuck to grilling meat since opening his fire chakra. For further growth, he needs variety: tending flames for days to feel the heat with his whole body, or dipping hands in fire as bare basics...”
Hoon half-ignored Yoon Sohoe’s chatter from the opposite seat, peering out the window again.
The vendor wasn’t alone using chakra daily.
A woman shaking laundry to wring out water, a porter hauling heavy loads unfit for his build, a merchant refreshing veggies for sale.
Even if low-level, ordinary folk casually wielding the mystic was wondrous, even to Hoon, versed in many dimensions.
‘Chakra... looks incredibly versatile.’
Hoon’s eyes gleamed.
Unlike typical mysteries, chakra handled concepts directly—a intriguing prospect for him.
Mastering it could prove a great asset.
“...In that sense, mere users differ from true practitioners. To raise one’s realm, enduring any austerity defines a practitioner—from lower tier onward...”
“Sohoe.”
As Hoon treated the boy’s lecture like radio background while sightseeing,
The woman, quietly beside the boy, spoke softly.
“We’re here.”
“Ah!”
The carriage halted abruptly after her words.
Before the long-walled main gate of a vast estate, walls stretching beyond sight.
“I’ve already contacted the main house about the situation, so formalities won’t take long.”
“As expected of Lusette sis! Thanks.”
“No need—it’s only natural.”
Yoon Lusette smiled gently, ruffling the beaming Yoon Sohoe’s hair as he looked up.
The Western-featured boy and Eastern beauty.
‘...Still not used to it.’
No helping it.
If this was the world’s culture, the outsider had to adapt.
Hoon sighed softly, stroking Ramyu’s hair as she slept with her head on his thigh.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The Seongcheon Yoon Clan was a colossal force acknowledged anywhere in Sabacheon.
Inevitably so.
Situated between warring powers Hongshan Nation and Cheonghae Nation from the Century War, they were no mere family—more a military force ruling an independent city-state.
Maintaining balance between world-dividing superpowers as mediators showcased their immense might.
‘Seeing it firsthand, it’s impressive. Sustaining such power for decades.’
Possible because their origins differed from typical clans.
Though called descendants, none bore the founder’s direct blood.
The clan began with the founder’s followers and war orphans gathered amid chaos.
Bloodlines mattered little to them.
“Waaah!”
“Hey! Come here!”
“Waaah~ Sissy...”
Passing through the estate, Hoon marveled at yet another nursery.
How many was this?
More astonishing: most young children teetered on chakra entry, brimming with talent despite tender ages.
‘Scouting gifted kids worldwide to raise as future pillars?’
That fueled their prosperity.
Yoon Sohoe, mid-teens peeking at mid-tier; Yoon Lusette, twenties at deep tier.
All proven worthy of the Yoon name.
“Mm, definitely from Earth.”
“I agree. Such common knowledge is hard to acquire otherwise.”
Verifying Hoon as otherworlder was simple.
Just chat with Earthlings staying as guests.
Trouble arose next.
“W-Wait! So your hometown is... where?”
Yoon Sohoe, watching blankly, forgot his usual dignity and blurted.
Yoon Lusette, ever vigilant till the end, widened her eyes too.
Her piercing gaze felt burdensome, but he had to answer.
“Korea... Seoul, even...!”
“Wait, then the founder? Do you know her?”
Of course.
They’d even shaken hands.
‘We agreed to cooperate, after all.’
But foreseeing their reaction, Hoon just nodded.
Even that required effort to calm their excitement.
Odds of hundreds of Koreans surviving to reach Yoon territory.
Then revealing identities and conversing.
Over decades, perhaps a few, but given their ages, unlikely recent encounters.
“More details...”
“Is the founder well? What does she say about our world...”
Hoon glanced at a massive wall portrait.
A war-torn world of suffering.
Dozens of lightning bolts from thunderclouds blanketing the sky.
At center, a goddess descending, holy thunder cloaking her form.
Seongcheon Yoon Clan founder, Thunder Lord Yoon Jiyun.
On Earth: Korea Returnee Association Seoul South Branch Chief.
‘...Doesn’t look a thing like her.’
Hoon nodded faintly at the idealized beauty, expression subtle.
Beautifying icons was universal.
‘Perfect timing, though. They won’t mistreat me. I can stay, learn chakra.’
Ramyu hadn’t woken after hours.
Seemingly healthy, but prolonged, special measures needed.
No safer base; monitor her here.
“So the founder...”
“Does the founder...”
...Or maybe rethink.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “Failure?”
The presence in darkness twitched its lips.
Even it reacted sensitively to this plan—reviewed and confirmed repeatedly—failing.
“...The cause?”
No answer came.
Yet it nodded slowly, stroking its chin as if informed.
“No, the magido practitioners wouldn’t betray us. They desire this plan most.”
The Century War ended decades ago.
That era of death, famine, violence, despair, pain everywhere was their golden age.
Now, their shrunken influence was pitiable.
Strictly, Seongcheon Yoon was their collective nemesis.
Why would they sabotage?
“Ominous. Investigate thoroughly—everything tied to this, down to the smallest detail.”
A foreboding sense it’d breed great trouble if ignored; it murmured lowly.
Still no reply, yet it closed eyes as if conversation ended.
Plans past and future swirled in its mind.
“...The ether roils.”
No foresight, but stargazing granted glimpses of cosmic truths; it vaguely sensed.
Even now.
Something unknowable reaching out slowly.
But with no intent to abandon progress, its path was set.
“Looks like we need to accelerate the plan.”
With those words,
The presence in darkness vanished without trace.
As if never there.