100% Implementation – The Master's Awakening
Even at 100% implementation rate, I didn't need to lie in bed recovering like last time.
Implementation Rate: 100%
'Most of it wasn't even my blood anyway.' The so-called wounds were just superficial scratches from goofing around with Zan-yeong-hoe's pals. Even those vanished after a solid night's sleep.
'Puberty kicking in?' My recovery felt not just a little faster—way faster. Demon trait? But do succubi regenerate like this?
"Feels like my body's tougher overall?" Yeah, gotta be puberty. Demons' growth spurts are no joke... I shoot up noticeably every day. Back when I was little, I fretted over my height, wondering if I should do daily stretches.
'At this pace, I'll be fully grown in a year.' Since I'm growing anyway, here's hoping for long arms and legs. Limb length dictates reach—crucial in a fight. Sure, adapting to the new proportions would take time... but worth it.
"...Hmm."
Breasts? They can stop now. Compared to Bella or other succubi, mine are a tad above average.
'Any bigger, and movement gets awkward.' Even now, they're a bit cumbersome. I've considered using Morph to shrink 'em... but nah, too bad. They're so squishy-bouncy-soft-warm-chewy—kneading them soothes the soul. Perfect for pondering troubles, replaying Fantasy World fights to decode martial arts secrets or counters, when I'm lazy, can't sleep, or bored. They fit my hand just right with a little overflow—feels great.
'Bella's commented on it before...'
["Why keep those goodies all to yourself, miss?"]
["'Cause they're mine?"]
["No fair! You should let me touch too."]
["...You're insane."]
Yeah. I know solo-boob-groping doesn't look great to outsiders. Probably screams pervert. But I can't just grope everyone else's, right? Touch succubi boobs, and rumors fly about me being a womanizer. Bella...
["I could let you grope mine, miss."]
["Sorry, let's drop it?"]
["Grope mine. But I get to knead yours in return."]
["No, you psycho!"]
["How can you say no to something so sweet?!"]
I'll skip the rest. Point is, for those reasons, I can't quit kneading mine—so no Morph size-down. But if they grow more here, might reconsider.
"Ugh... hate heading back to Zan-yeong-hoe."
Leave 'em alone for a bit. Knocked out eight branches' elite cadres. Massive hit already.
'They'll behave for a while.'
If they've got brains, they'll lay low for months. Plus, with eyes blazing hunting me, perfect time for R&R.
'Haven't used Fantasy World in ages.'
Post-Zan-yeong-hoe raid, crashed hard from exhaustion.
"Time to visit Master for a warmup~."
Leona fight revealed Hosin Ganggi exists here too—comparing to Namgung Sim's should be fun.
"Bella, I'm off."
"I'll hold your hand."
"No need."
"Hiiing...."
Shot a glare at Bella, who trailed anyway and gripped my lying hand tight.
"......"
Bella's eyes shut, playing dumb. Won't let go till I complain...
"Sigh."
Fine, whatever. If she wants. Closed eyes for sleep. Gotta doze for Fantasy World.
Fantasy World
...Hate to admit, but Bella's hand helped drowsiness hit. Cool and comfy. Eyes shut minutes, soon awoke in Fantasy World.
"Feels good being back."
Multi-limits suck for daily life.
'Lately trained here with limits too.'
To adapt fast. Today? Mood-lifter: full limit release, go wild.
"Warmup with Master first~."
Snap! Environment shifts, Namgung Sim summons.
Still handsome as hell, even after ages.
'Annoying...'
Absurdly long limbs. Easily over 180cm. Makes sense—summoned mid-late Murim Rebirth, post-adulthood, post-shedding-marrow.
"Alright. Come at me!"
Drew sword, stance set, yelled.
But...
"......"
Namgung Sim didn't budge. Arms crossed, smug stare.
Weird? Fantasy World summons obey somewhat—more at high implementation, near-real power. Last time, his was 99.8%. "Attack" should work.
"Huh?"
Spotted anomaly then.
Implementation Rate 100%
Namgung Sim's unchanged for years... now spiked?
'Why?' Good, but sudden? Explains disobedience?
Awkward in stance, staring...
"...Thought this before."
Namgung Sim spoke!
First time! Summon with ego and speech? He's sighed or tsked when cornered, but never talked.
Shock brief. Next words grated hard.
"Truly calling that a starting stance? Seriously?"
"...What?"
"Always wanted to say: those 'martial arts' you swing."
He stated flatly.
"All third-rate at best."
"......"
Grates so much.
"I learned from you."
"This young master never taught such trash. You know—purely your mimicry."
"Fuck."
True, can't argue. Gnashing teeth, he nods to himself.
"This young master knows from years here: false space. Death here? Not real."
Slowly drew Cheon-geuk Sword. Crushing inner energy fills space.
"Thus, this Namgung shall show you true martial arts."
Blade fully out, points at me.
"How's this? Proper duel with a real warrior?"
"...You know you haven't beat me lately?"
"Of course. But now? Different. Couldn't go all-out before."
0.2% bump, and he's cocky.
"...Aura's sharper, yeah."
But that's it. Limits off, no way he wins.
"Fine. Show me this 'true martial arts'."
"Young master yields three moves. Come."
"...Ha."
Right. Die to third-rate, wake up.
Spin demonic qi fast. Cheonroe Gaebyeok Gong. Now natural post-naming. Thunder from magic stone wraps body, cram into blade per Eo-gi-chung-geom.
Stamp hard—boom! Ground quakes.
'Three moves? Dream on.'
End it now.
"Split and die!"
Sword whips lightning-fast. Should cleave his head easy.
So I thought—till
Bang!
"Huh?"
"See? Blocked simply."
Thunder blocked. His sword like impenetrable wall.
"Your blade's empty."
Swing again: 24 Flower Swordsmanship. Illusions mix feints, real strikes for gaps.
Clang! Blocked casually.
"Form's decent mimicry. But no essence? Not martial arts."
Closed distance. Left fist out.
'Namhwa Yeongchun Fist, Chain Vein Short Hand.'
Close-range vein-sever.
But
Thud!
"Urk...!"
Hosin Ganggi rebound crushes my hand. He raises sword watching my retreat.
"Key is intent."
His swing: agonizingly slow.
"Technique mastery, inner energy volume/speed, form perfection. Important, yes."
But unavoidable. Air crushes first.
"High experts? Beyond that. They're at the pinnacle already."
Full power, raise sword late. Block or die.
"Thus, absolute realm divides by two: intent and mental image."
Slow, heavy blade touches mine.
"Firmer intent and image claims victory."
My sword shatters like glass. His keeps going, reaches me.
"Come again next time."
And that was the end of it.
"Whoa, fuck."
"Miss, no crude words right on waking."
It was only after I died that I realized. The swordsmanship Namgung Sim had shown was neither Imperial Sword Form nor Heavenly Bow Untethered Sword. It was simply a vertical slice with mid-sword essence.