Dungeon Hunter Chapter 189:
Chapter 189: Fight with Oneself (1)
The gathering of the angels and manifestation of the sacred zone had some influence on the demons . Ariel and Upa stopped their war for a while . Maxium’s fight with a gorgon was also disrupted before resuming again .
Pandemonium . . . he rallied his power and tried to determine the movements of the angels . He had discovered Martin’s death . It was like gunpowder on the brink of exploding .
“My Dungeon Master . The Trees of Life and Death have grown normally . ”
Chrisley returned to the dungeon .
She came to see me to report on her mission .
I stood motionless near the Tree of Origin as I watched it . I didn’t answer but Chrisley just nonchalantly continued .
"The emergence frequency of Awakened has more than doubled and their growth rate is quite fast . Roy and Rose’s positions are stable . . . there are several candidates for a king . ”
“Hrmm . ”
I took out Wrath and the Emperor’s Sword . Then I wielded the two swords with my eyes closed . I was listening to Chrisley . I just wasn’t greatly interested .
It was what I had been expecting .
"The girin has named seven people as candidates . Two of the humans are Yoo Eun-hye and Edward . The decisive battle will take place on the sacred day with the biggest moon . ”
"Will all the humans agree with the outcome of the battle?
“Yes . I’m afraid . . . ”
“I will observe it . ”
If the Saviour emerged then it would feel more auspicious . Roy and Rose might be able to move the humans with greater force . My appearance was needed .
I moved Wrath as I made a decision .
Hwik!
Wrath quickly split through the air but I shook my head .
‘Strange . ’
I had gone to the Tree of Origin several times to fight against myself . My clone appeared and I used my skills and swordsmanship, yet I always lost .
The clone’s stats weren’t higher . . . and I lost most of my memories of the fight every time . It was like some type of ‘cognition . ’
My memories were scattered . After a few challenges, I tried to remember the feeling with my swords .
In addition, one of my pure stats rose after recalling those memories . Strength increased by one . This was a surprising result .
‘I would need a few months to raise a pure stat by one point using ordinary methods . If one increased in less than 10 days . . . the possibilities are enough . ’
I decided that it was suitable for growing quickly, so I focused more on my fights against the clone .
The person certainly had the same stats and skills as me . However, he seemed to use my power more flexibly than I did .
I tried to make some preparations based on my memories but it was difficult to prepare for the ‘unknown . ’
“My Dungeon Master . Are you troubled about something?”
“Have you ever fought with yourself?”
“With myself . . . ”
Chrisley thought about it with a serious expression .
“Recently . . . there was a similar fight in the training room . ”
"Tell me . ”
The advanced training room .
Time flowed differently for Chrisley inside the training room .
"I heard a voice in my head the moment I entered . It said ‘only those who are more complete can leave here . ’ And . . . I didn’t know that the flow of time was different, so I trained hard to get out as quickly as possible . ”
Her eyes were complicated . It seemed like she didn’t like to be reminded of that time . I didn’t say anything and Chrisley was forced to go on .
"One day, a few days . . . after 100 days, I realized that I could utilize some skills more properly . However, the door didn’t open because I was far from completion . I felt some heartbreak and memories of my past emerged . I was trapped by the sickness of the heart for over 100 days . ”
Chrisley was a dark elf who was rarely shaken . I could hardly imagine that she became so sick of heart that it lasted for more than 100 days .
"However, that sickness opened up another path . I saw the weaknesses in my past . After that, I was able to grow stronger and leave the training room . ”
"How did you get over the sickness?”
"That . . . "
Chrisley sneaked a glance at me before looking away again .
“ . . . I don’t know . It is hard to say exactly what it was . ”
My brows furrowed as I squeezed Wrath and the Emperor’s Sword .
In short, her weak parts were highlighted and she was able to strengthen herself by resolving those weaknesses .
I worried about it .
‘My weak parts?'
Sickness of the heart was caused by weakness . I had been worried and distressed but never sick to the heart . If so, I needed to think about my weaknesses .
But . . . I didn’t have much to say about my weaknesses . Arrogance and high self-esteem were essential elements to me . I had succeeded based on this confidence .
A clear desire to get everything was required to become the devil . I couldn’t allow these things to grab my ankles . No matter how important, it wasn’t more important than my dream .
“My Dungeon Master . Is that the answer?”
"You have given me an idea . Thank you . ”
I nodded and continued thinking .
Weaknesses . Me weaknesses .
The weak parts of me?
My pure abilities were low but that wasn’t a weakness in itself . My skills were also highly rated so that couldn’t be the weakness .
‘I will have to think about it . ’
It was a completely different direction that I would have never thought about .
I had just been worrying about a lack of swordsmanship .
I closed my eyes and thought deeply .
It was the 31st challenge .
The Tree of Origin encircled me and I appeared in a world of illusion, with my clone facing me .
"It is getting tiresome . ”
Although it was my face, I was getting tired after seeing it for 30 consecutive times .
I took out Wrath and the Emperor’s Sword .
My clone also brought out Wrath and the Emperor’s Sword .
"I'm not tired . "
The clone spoke .
"You can talk?”
I had no memory of this . However, I didn’t remember much of the last 30 times so he might have spoken .
Yet the answer was surprising .
“This is the first time . I wanted to say that I’m not tired . ”
“The first time?”
“You can ask me questions . But you will just forget my answers . Anyway, the result will be the same!”
Hwaaak!
The clone’s swords were surrounded by a dark aura .
It was the manifestation of Dark Sword .
He also ignited Pride’s flames and rushed towards me .
'As expected . ’
This was a pattern that had been repeated many times already . I combined the sparse memories and grasped some of the clone’s movements .
Kang!
I returned the same attack .
Anyway, his power and stats were exactly the same as mine .
There was a power struggle for a few minutes .
"You look exactly like me and have the same abilities, yet you are obviously different . A fake . It is obvious if I look closely . "
"Is it because I am better?”
The clone sneered . I didn’t react and remained silent .
"The mannerisms and personality . . . everything except the outside appearance is different . Are you really my clone?”
Aside from his movements, I could infer things from his habits and personality . As a result, I concluded that he was a different person from me . I was cynical but not pessimistic . I didn’t always laugh at others .
However, the clone’s eyes were always filled with ridicule .
“I am me . Nobody else but me . ”
Huaaah!
Many cracks appeared in the space .
It was because he focused his magic power on Wrath .
Kuaaaaang!
"Today I will take one of your ‘childhood memories . ’ The ‘nightmare’ . . . huhu, you might not know it yourself but there is always a trauma! Completeness is the same as discarding the incomplete parts . ”
My head was hit a few times .
A strong pain . I searched through my memories but the fight with the clone was still vague .
‘I can only remember that he spoke . ’
It was an approximate dialogue . But there was a question mark about whether he had spoken before .
'Another one . The way he used his magic power . ’
I recalled one of the scenes of the battle .
In the final scene, he had let out a burst of magic power . Wrath was used as the focus and it resulted in a new cohesion with Dark Sword .
| -Agility has risen by one . |
I nodded . Simply remembering it raised my stats like this . It didn’t happen every time, but it was still a quick development .
Over the 30 attempts, my pure stats had risen by three points . If this continued then I would be able to fill up all the remaining potential in a few years at most .
It would be faster if I could try more than once a day, but it was impossible to move the Tree of Origin . I could only fight the clone once a day .
Either way .
"I should challenge again tomorrow . "
It wasn’t a pleasant experience . The opponent was still me after all .
I left with the thought of winning .
The 50th attempt .
As soon as I arrived, I faced my clone with a smile .
"Do you remember the battle? Or maybe a memory from your previous life? You look just like a twitching cockroach . ”
"That will soon be your appearance . ”
“Huhu! That's funny . That is only if you win . ”
The 60th time .
“Nobility! A title only given to powerful demons . But unlike you, I am strong without such titles . ”
“What do you want to say?”
“It is funny how you are hanging onto something so meaningless . ”
"You are talking nonsense . ”
The 70th time . . .
"Why do you come back? Do you want to change the results?”
“You are asking something obvious . I will be the devil . ”
"So you made a promise with the gods in order to return? Are you seeking strength by killing yourself? Funny, funny . . . ”