Capítulo 10: 10
◈ Chapter 64 - About 10 Years in Short
A long time ago, a long time ago.
Even before Pandora, God's masterpiece, was created by Hephaestus, a newborn baby came out for a walk alone in a cave under the mountain.
The child, who was less than three days old, was sternly warned by her giant mother that she should never go outside.
Because I was so tired of living in a cave without a nanny, friends, or toys.
How long did it take to walk like that? Aren't there beautiful, fat cows grazing leisurely in the distance across the wide field?
The baby recognized at a glance that these were the sun cows of Apollo, the sun god of Olympus, whom her mother had been talking about.
The child came up with a trick.
She put cloth on the hooves of the cows, tied brooms to their tails, and, with a loud voice like her mother, drove the cows to a distant place.
Then, he built an altar with his small hands and offered burnt offerings to eleven gods, led by the good god Zeus and queen Hera.
Among them, there was also a burnt offering for a young god who had just been born and performed his first divine deed.
The King of Olympus, who was watching this, was very happy and accepted the burnt offering, but in the end, the sun, which looked down on everything, also heard this news and went out to look for the young thief.
However, the little baby, or rather the child who should now be called Little God, had already prepared his plan.
Using the intestines of the cow sacrificed earlier, the turtle shell, and the branches of a strong oak tree, he created an instrument with a beautiful tone that had never existed before in the world.
As the heat of the angry sun approaches, the cows raise their voices and howl at the sign of their original master coming.
The young god began to play the instruments he had prepared before and never before.
Then the bleating cows became quiet at the tone, and the plants that were shaking from the sun's wrath also became quiet.
And Taeyang, too, forgot his anger at the beautiful tone and quietly listened to the young god's performance until it ended.
When the performance ended, the sun, immersed in the tone, received the young god's lyre in exchange for his herd of cattle and gained the divine profession of music and musical instruments, and the young god obtained the divine profession of a shepherd in return for the sun god.
"...Just like that! The original vocation of the shepherd, who protected the shepherds who roamed the pastures following the sun, was given to Hermes, the god of travelers and pilgrims, and the vocation of music, born from the first musical instrument, the first lyre, was obtained by Apollo, the sun god!"
Teterir, the pottery professor with a short body and wavy light brown hair, was said to be a rock nymph born as a descendant of Demeter.
She originally followed Demeter into farming, but eventually she became absorbed in the pottery she used to store her grain and wine, with all kinds of wonderful paintings and solid as a rock.
She said that now that she is a hero in the forest, she is a professor of ceramics.
"Today, we will make pottery ourselves, and on top of that, we will take a class on drawing the anecdote about Hermes that we heard about today!"
-Yes~
Following Teterir's words, each person sat down with a pottery wheel and a lump of clay and began to slowly turn the wheel.
Slowly, the pottery began to rotate, and I looked at the lump of clay and slowly touched it.
Even as the lump of dirt whizzed around, my mind was reviewing the answer to the riddle I had come across by chance.
"First of all, be sure."
Among the code-breaking techniques of the Ghost God, there is a saying like this.
A riddle does not just refer to sentences containing metaphors and content.
As is the case with trusts, even if the content is the same, the direction and intention of interpretation varies greatly depending on the test taker.
Especially when it comes to riddles, everything around the riddle besides the sentences can be a clue.
It was even said that the more concise and ambiguous the riddle, the more likely the clues would be scattered outside the riddle.
'The teacher's grace is amazing.'
I will at least raise the Jetsang later, Master Shintu.
A child born without a midwife. A child who gets a new job.
In Greek mythology, the birth of a god or hero was rarely blessed.
Eilei Tyia, the goddess of childbirth, was the daughter and vassal of Hera, and she would never end the pain of childbirth unless Hera allowed it.
There would be no reason for Hera to send her daughter to help the woman who had conceived her child through her affair with her own husband.
However, the fact that one of those children has attained a new job means that he or she is now a god.
What if the goddess of childbirth couldn't bless someone who was born alone without a midwife?
Among Zeus's illegitimate sons, Apollo, Artemis, Dionysus, Athena, etc., Hermes is probably the only one named.
'Athena, who was in Zeus' head, protected by the island of Delos, the twins whom Zeus used a trick to send Eileithia to, and Dionysus, who used Zeus' thigh as an incubator.'
If you close your eyes and replay the memory, you will see that in the Greek and Roman mythology comic books, it was Eileithia who predicted their birth.
The twins had a rough time, and her husband's head was about to explode, and her thigh was torn, but even Hera couldn't have stopped her daughter from going to help her father until the end.
However, Hermes is an exception, and Teterir added that Hermes' mother Maia was a Titan and the daughter of Atlas.
As a pre-Olympian giant, it was understandable that she would give birth alone, even without the help of the goddess of childbirth.
'If there is a variable, there may be some minor gods that I don't remember...'
Considering what Hermes said about teaching us how to avoid the wrath of the sun.
It was calculated that Hermes was the only being who knew the complex keywords of a child who was born without a midwife and who gained the divine vocation of knowing how to avoid the wrath of the sun.
I don't know anything else, but isn't it hard to think that there would be another being who was born alone, escaped Apollo's human nature, and then became a god?
"If it were an ambiguous god, he would have already been destroyed by the time he got angry."
Then, the answer to the riddle is Hermes.
If we recall Hermes' face full of triumph, it is only natural that the protagonist of the mystery is himself.
If the assumption goes that way, the part about him getting a new job can also be interpreted naturally.
"I'm sure I'm not asking you to steal something from Apollo and barter it."
It would be to follow the story of giving a lyre to an angry Apollo to calm him down.
"Offer an instrument, an instrument, an instrument...?"
For a moment, the cutie we got yesterday flashed through my mind, but I deleted it from my mind as it was out of the question.
Even though it was a very new thing, it was the flute, the most popular instrument in Greece.
Above all, it was too much of a waste to give away the cute obsidian flute that adorns the first piece of my favorite collection in exchange for appeasing his temper.
"I'd rather just crash in."
Did Hermes give me this riddle?
I had a vague guess.
Apollo was the god of music and musical instruments and was the god who controlled numerous musical instruments that existed in Greece.
To attract the interest of such a god and make him forget his anger like Hermes did, it would be impossible with the instruments already existing in this world.
"As expected, you're saying we didn't just let thousands of years pass by?"
In the short moment we spoke a few words, even while I was shaking the expected answer several times,
How could he mix stories from my past life with his own anecdotes to create such an exciting mystery?
"Then... The instrument was decided on in the end."
I learned it the most, and I handled it the best.
Also, an instrument containing the songs that I understood most deeply and that made me cry.
"I hope you like it, Master. "Your music will once again make this distant land of myth resound."
-Shiririk!
The lump of mud was gradually increasing in speed, changing its appearance according to the gestures of my hand, like a mirage.
After spending half of his life at full accelerator to conquer the world, the top leader naturally runs out of things to do.
When I was tired of drinking, singing, dancing, playing, and dancing, and wandered around the world, I learned pottery once.
At best, I only enjoyed it as a hobby for a short period of about 10 years, but even so, my sense of inaction and sense of inactivity was slowly bringing back the knowledge and know-how of that time.
-Widely!
As the potter's wheel slowly slowed down, a pottery with elegant curves like a swan stood in the place where the lump of clay had been.
"Wow... Wow...! "It's amazing!"
"Hey, what can't you do? "When did you learn how to make pottery?"
Teterir and Hercules couldn't help but be amazed when they saw the pottery dough that I had completed while immersed in contemplation.
This wasn't it.
"Not this."
-Simplicity and honesty!
I couldn't let someone like me come out with my name on it because I wasn't fully focused and I was thinking about other things and making things sloppily.
The pottery turned back into a lump of clay at the touch of my hand.
"...Um, well. "It's your heart."
Hehe...? "What is this?"
Leaving behind Hercules, who shrugged his shoulders and Teterir, who screamed, as if he knew that you would make a fuss, the lump of mud began to spin on the wheel again.
"Now that Simma is gone, I have to try to make it properly."
-Shiririk!
Don't look down on it because it's a hobby.
It's crazy because it's a hobby.
With a strange arrogance and stubbornness, I ignored Teterir's protest.
And with a refreshed mind after solving the mystery, I slowly began to reproduce those sad songs, remembering the pulsation of the gold strings pulsating beyond the lump of dirt.
It was so sad, sad, and heartbreaking.
Those twelve beautiful and sad pieces of music.
Twelve memories of longing for a hometown that I could no longer return to, and of which there was not even a trace left, slowly took shape and began to be engraved in this small pottery.
◈ Chapter 65 - Jol?
On one side of the Hero's Forest commercial district, there was a large blacksmith shop carved out of an entire small hill.
A mountain of steel where black smoke never ceases to come from huge chimneys as tall as trees, and the harsh sound of iron hammers reverberates ceaselessly.
The sanctuary of the blacksmiths consecrated by Hephaestus was like a heart constantly pulsating with fire and iron.
-Kang! Kang! Kang! Kang!
As I passed through the entrance that resembled the mouth of a giant, I was greeted with a loud sound of metal being struck and a rush of heat hitting my face.
"Oh..."
The huge brazier catches your eye as soon as you enter.
A fire that burns ceaselessly with a vivid scarlet color as if it is alive and breathing, and a piece of iron that melts in an instant within it.
And the inside of the blacksmith shop was extremely busy, with blacksmiths busily hammering teeth despite the flames.
"Um... There?"
"What! "I'm busy right now, so talk later!"
"Hey! What are you doing there! "Why don't you make some wine snacks?"
"Get out of your mind!"
I caught up with a blacksmith who was passing by to take care of business, but he got irritated and walked away. Not to be outdone, loud voices shook the entire blacksmith shop.
How on earth did they get their voices back?
"Ah, are you this kind of guest? "I'm sorry."
A large shadow appeared next to me, who was dumbfounded, and a voice that sounded like a harsh howl of iron spoke as if it knew something.
"Are you the person in charge here?"
"Hmm, for now?"
The man shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't like long conversations, looked at me appreciatively, then clapped his hands and pretended to know me.
"Aha! "You're the new student Diane?!"
"Well, that's right."
He was a man one head shorter than me.
He appeared to be roughly in his forties or fifties, but his head was shaved so vigorously that the light was reflecting off it.
Oh my, what happened when I was still so young...
"Hey, you just pushed it away because it got scorched by the flames? "Why don't you look at it that way?"
"Ah, what..."
"It's real!?"
The man lost his temper and defended his baldness with all his might, but I accepted his sad cries with a warm heart.
Young master said, "Don't you say 'go-in-drip', 'pad-drip' and 'head-drip' even in front of your enemies?
For some reason, I couldn't speak to him in a low tone because I felt a sense of humiliation.
In any case, even though he was slightly bald, the man looked like he had been created from the character of a blacksmith.
Arms that look like they could crush rocks, stamina that doesn't even break a drop of sweat even in this heat, and even dark gray eyes that stare at me as if appraising a weapon, even when his bald head is dripping with heat.
The atmosphere was very similar to that of the master craftsmen and monsters I had met.
"Oh, shit. What are heroes these days... Are they okay? Can you at least fit a weapon? First, choose between the two."
"No, I..."
"Oh, that's it. First, choose the one that suits you best and use it, and order the special weapon later.
I heard that you had a bit of a fight with that old man, Chiron, with a spear. Are you going to choose the spear?"
"So I..."
"You don't like windows? It is said that the Hyperborean spear technique is different from the Greek spear technique and is very exquisite when used alone. Then a sword?"
They are similar in that they don't listen to what others say and only say what they have to say.
Are all master craftsmen and experts just like this?
"What do you use a sword for? Black is popular these days..."
"I am. Weapons. To order. It came. No."
"...What?"
When I immediately cut off the conversation in a stern voice, the man seemed to have been unexpected and just stared at me with wide eyes.
"Let's start with a clear statement. As you said, my name is Dianes. "I am a new student who has been in the forest for less than a week."
"Okay, freshman. "The things they did were all outrageous."
The man jokingly added with his smile, pounding his chest with his fist.
"Son of Hephaestus, disciple of the Cyclops, blacksmith of all iron and metal in the Forest of Heroes.
Hestosias. "It's nice to meet a new member of the forest."
Where did the figure who was yelling and pointing all kinds of weapons at me earlier go?
Hestosias introduced himself in a solemn tone.
Even when mentioning his father Hephaestus and his teacher Cyclops, the dark gray eyes glowed with intense respect and desire, and one could guess what kind of beings the blacksmith god and teacher Cyclops were to this man.
"Well, anyway, if it's not a weapon, then what is it? Armor?"
Of course, that solemnity and respect disappeared in an instant and he returned to being a grumpy middle-aged man.
Anyway, looking at the situation at the blacksmith shop, it seemed like there was no one else who would listen to the story other than the person in front of him, so he decided to give it a try.
"What I want to do is one instrument."
"Instrument? "A musical instrument...?"
Hmm?
Up until now, I've been asking a lot of questions about the spear and the sword, like a parrot in the catalog, so I thought I was angry.
Hestosias seemed briefly interested in my spell.
However, for a moment, his attitude changed again and he leaned on his other leg and gestured to the outside.
"Hey... If you want a musical instrument, go to Ms. Cypreniasis' music store over there. "What kind of instrument did you buy at the blacksmith shop?"
"That's right, it's something that regular musical instrument stores can't even design, let alone order."
"...Hoo?"
Unlike when we talked about weapons just now, Hestosias seemed to be getting more interested in what I was saying.
"I don't know where the rumor came from, but you must have heard that I came from a foreign land. Then the story goes faster."
Minghyangguieum (望鄕鬼音)
He is a rare master who rose to the position of the leader of the Demonic Religion through his music skills, and at the same time, the entire Jungwon came to listen to his performance.
It is said that he was such an outstanding musician that people flocked to Xinjiang.
Even the emperor treated him privately and indirectly supported the Demonic Cult in order to listen to him.
It is said that when he occasionally performed in front of religious believers, even the disciples of the Kunlun Sect, who regarded the Demonic Religion as an enemy of Buddhism, heard the rumor and visited the land of Xinjiang.
It was a part that gave me a good idea of the extent of his musical level.
And I, too, have heard him play countless times.
Just by listening to all 12 songs he created, the scenes he expressed through his performance came vividly to life before my eyes, and I shed tears as I was assimilated by the emotions he expressed, and even shook my head with excitement to the beat.
It's literally malicious.
If this man had lived as an ordinary musician rather than a demonic cult leader, he would have turned the entire music world of Jungwon upside down with his talent.
If it had been that way, I wouldn't have been so moved that I shed tears and then been hit by a sonic cannon and blown away.
"Anyway, I am the one who inherited all the teachings and essence of enlightenment from that man."
"Oh my..."
And the instrument that would capture the exquisite art of such a being could never have been similar in shape.
"We have to perfectly recreate a never-before-seen instrument that does not exist in Greece..."
"Yes, I came here because I thought this would be impossible except for the famous sons of Hephaestus."
How come?
When Hestosias saw me provoking him with a wordless glance, he snorted and raised the corner of his mouth as if it were something out of the ordinary.
"Under! There is nothing I cannot say to the son of Hephaestus and the disciple of the Cyclops.
Yes, I was already getting achy from handling swords, spears, and similar iron bars. Tell me."
"It won't be easy."
"You idiot... Shut up and speak quickly. As long as there are people in the world who see, touch and know.
"There's nothing I can't make!"
The indifferent grumbling look from earlier was gone, and Hestosias' eyes widened as if he was going to do something if I didn't explain the instrument right away.
After all, is it common in all countries to be intimidated by men? It was the best rice cake that made anyone jump at anything.
Grinning evilly inwardly, feeling as if I was holding a fish in my hands and exhilarating, I explained to him the instrument I wanted.
"It uses a hollowed-out tree as its body, and is approximately 4 to 3 cubits in size. It can be played while sitting on one's lap, or it can be used by lying down on a stand. There are a total of 12 strings that gradually become thicker starting from the performer's body, and from thick to thin like a lyre on top of the body. Adjust the strings by turning the knob at the bottom right of the instrument..."
"Um... Then this is..."
"No, it's like this..."
Hestosias and I began adjusting our predictions by bringing a slate to the counter, drawing a blueprint with chalk and erasing it repeatedly.
After all, I should say that he is the son of Hephaestus. Every time I corrected the picture as I said and expressed it, the image I was drawing came closer to reality at every moment.
Before long, a detailed preliminary blueprint had been drawn.
"It looks strange... Is it a string draped over a wooden board and bounced to amplify the sound inside the barrel?"
"Yes, how long will it take?"
"Hmm..."
Hestosias, who was frowning as he stared at the blueprint I had completed together, soon nodded his head and answered.
"Probably... It will take a week even if I can't do it."
"A week?"
It was much faster than I thought.
Even if he was the son of a blacksmith god, this would be the first instrument he had ever seen.
Just the time to prepare and prepare the ingredients...
"What are you talking about. I know where this is. If you have a blueprint like this, a week is enough. Of course..."
Hestosias smiled so deeply that a grinning sound could be heard, and his gray eyes flashed sinisterly as he looked at me.
From those eyes, I had a gut feeling that something was wrong.
"We need the help of a great little hero whose reputation is famous throughout the forest."
"No, they said they would make my items, so I guess I should help them."
"Oh? "You said that?"
With a smile of conversion, Hestosias offered to shake my hand, and I took it too, and we shook hands.
"Please take care of me. Bantling."
"Please take care of me too."
The way he spoke seemed a bit irritating, but I thought it was a gamble worth taking if Hestosias was, as he said, the son of Hephaestus and the disciple of the Cyclops.
However, it was a bit annoying to see the sinister flashing eyes as I didn't know what on earth they were trying to tell me.
What can I do? I'm the one who's in a hurry.
Hestosias will tell Chiron that my activities other than the forest curriculum will be with him for the time being. He said that after class he would go to work at the blacksmith shop.
"Then see you tomorrow~"
"Oh, wait."
"Yes?"
"What is this name?"
Hestosias asked, looking at the instrument in my memories that still remains as a blueprint on a stone tablet.
"In my hometown, it was an instrument called gayageum or gayatgo.
"I'll tell you a little bit later when it's completed."
"Gya-yagum, gayat-gora... It is a Hyperboreio instrument that no one in the world has ever made.
"It's been a while since we've had something fun to play."
Hestosias nodded his head as if he was satisfied and disappeared into the forge as if it was a waste of time to say hello.
◈ Chapter 66 - A Musician Drawing His Hometown.
For the next week, I almost lived with Hestosias.
In my case, it was a hardcore quest that involved not only me, but also the life of Atalanta, who was directly hated by Artemis.
Since it was his first time making an instrument, Hestosias asked about every detail, from what kind of situation it would make to how it would sound and whether the shape of the instrument was right, and ordered a ton of quests to retrieve items that could not be obtained from the blacksmith shop or forest.
Something like bringing in an olive tree located deep in the Taygetos Mountains outside the forest without damaging a single root.
Something like telling him to bring the repair tools he used from his house, located in a ruined village occupied by a horde of wild boars.
To mine pearls from pearl shells located deep in the sea of Poseidon and silver ore that can only be found in the deep sea, etc.
Each quest was quite cumbersome and time-consuming.
In the end, after three days of detailed adjustment, the blueprint almost perfectly reproduced the gayageum in my memory.
During the remaining period to prepare materials, I barely went to class and had no choice but to perform Hestosias' quest.
Nevertheless, I have no choice but to say nothing and listen to this grumpy blacksmith's request.
Because Hestosias was just as sincere about this matter as I was.
He was a blacksmith who always looked like he was going to spit on the floor whenever he opened his mouth.
When he trimmed wood with a chisel or pounded silver in front of a crimson flame, he faced his work with a reverential attitude, like a praying believer, without the slightest distraction.
It was one night where I was just putting in various things in my shabby house, but couldn't even go in because I was busy with work with Hestosias.
"Ah, why do I have to spend the night with a black man instead of a beautiful nymph?"
"I came here with a lot of attention to these two beautiful ladies, right?"
"Ah, you mean Atalanta, daughter of Artemis, and the nymph Nereis?"
Although a blacksmith never shows his work to others.
Since he had to make a new instrument that had never been seen before in Greece solely based on my memories, he especially invited me to his workshop.
It is no exaggeration to call him the son of Hephaestus and the disciple of the Cyclops. His home and workshop was a spacious Greek-style mansion.
It was shaped like a ㅁ shape with a three-story main building and various rooms surrounding a large garden with a view of the sky in the middle.
After rebuilding it, the mansion itself was like a huge workshop.
Anyway, before starting work in earnest, I was having a quick meal with Hestosias, wine, and bread.
"It's almost finished now. "What do you think? I think it's coming off pretty nicely."
"Honestly, just looking at your gruff tone, I can't believe that such a beautiful guy came from those hands."
"Well, what's wrong with my way of speaking?"
Hestosias was pouting and grumbling, and the gayageum raised next to him was now almost coming into its own.
I ran all the way to Taygetos Mountain and brought back the olive tree, taking care to make sure not a single root was intact.
Anyway, if you want to make a gayageum, you will have to trim and trim the wood. At the time, I didn't understand why they told me to bring the whole root instead of just cutting off the part that would be the body.
However, after looking at his work, I realized that this was why he asked him to bring in a live olive tree.
"Oh my god, you can't believe you trimmed a tree alive like that."
It was definitely something that should be called magic or a miracle.
Oh my god, the crazy blacksmith beat the water and wood with fire and iron and manipulated the shapes to his will.
The tree was made into the shape of a gayageum by beating it with a sieve while the tree was not even rooted yet.
"How on earth is that possible?"
"I learned it from the three Cyclops brothers. This is just a residual talent. If you get a chance later, go to the Three Brothers Workshop in Sicily. "You will find out what the truly extraordinary is like."
I was purely amazed at the strange, indescribable sight I saw with my own eyes and praised his skills, but Hestosias only shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal.
However, the ability Hestosias showed turned my studies upside down.
It is an unchangeable principle that gold takes away the neck and water takes away the anger.
However, this man did this in exactly the reverse order, causing gold and wood to change their own shape, and fire and water to change their flow.
That wasn't all.
The gold strings of the gayageum were usually made of silk thread.
However, ordinary strings could not receive the music of Manghyangguieum, so they were all bound to break.
The gayageum that was presented to me was a piece of Cheonra thread that was smelted by dozens of craftsmen from thinly sliced iron that was 10,000 years old.
If he turned that sharpness into a spirit and fired it, the mountain would split in two, and when he played the Twelve Songs of Manghyang with the bitterness of the cold of the season, the church members who were fighting like wild boars on fire would stop fighting, squeeze their hearts, and shed tears.
The most important thing in the gayageum is the gold strings, which are as important as the body.
Even if the body was made to be invincible by its mysterious magic, would this blacksmith be able to pull out the golden string that could withstand the wailing of the Twelve Valleys of Manghyang, which could only be handled by the Cheonrasil of a thousand year old season?
I was worried.
However, ignoring my worries, he put the pearls and deep-sea silver that I had picked up while receiving a lot of scolding and scolding from Nesneria's sisters, mixed them with several other metals, and melted them in the fire.
You bring a spinning wheel out of nowhere, put it in the wheel, and turn it.
"Honestly, at the time, I wondered what this was..."
No, what kind of nonsense is this with things that people worked hard to collect?
Even if you put molten iron in a potter's wheel and turn it, there's no way it would actually come out.
I used to think that too.
"No, I don't know what you're thinking either. "I put the thread on the spinning wheel and spin it. Where do I spin it?"
"No, is that normal? "If you put molten molten iron in a potter's wheel and spin it, thread comes out?"
Surprisingly, as Hestosias said, a strange milky-colored metal thread was pulled out from the end of the spinning wheel.
The threads pulled out in this way were prepared and divided by thickness, waiting for the moment to be assembled.
You can see the tree being trimmed alive to make the body, and the molten metal being spun into thread using a potter's wheel.
I had a strong feeling that this was indeed a land of myth.
To be honest, I've seen Hermes and Artemis glowing similarly because I've seen them too often.
"But I've been so busy that I haven't had time to ask. "The person who is your teacher."
"Teacher? What kind of teacher? "I need to have one or two teachers."
"Wow, it's really silly. Who could it be?! This is the teacher who taught me this wide Hyperborean instrument!"
"Ah, Master Manghyangguieum?"
"Miang...What are you talking about?"
Perhaps because it was difficult to express the Chinese name in Greek, Hestosias tilted his head and made a sound as if a rat was dying.
"Nimi, it's hard to pronounce."
"Manghyangguieum. "It means an evil spirit who misses his hometown."
"Wow, that's a big deal. Anyway, that teacher. "What kind of person was he?"
For some reason, the question that Hestosias asked out of nowhere was filled with curiosity.
When he started working, I thought he was the only person who knew anything.
Surprisingly, we talked quite a lot, asking me about small things.
"Then shall we exchange stories again? "I also had a question."
"I guess so. "It's almost finished now anyway."
Now that the gayageum is almost finished, we have started to refine it in detail.
Anything that was scratched or would interfere with the sound was hammered in with a hammer filled with magic power, and in the meantime, the places that wanted to take root again were driven in with a chisel heated with crimson fire and asked me.
"Then let's hear your story first. "I think listening to the story of the person who will play this and the person who played it will provide clues to completing it."
"Well, I don't know the details, but he was someone who didn't like to talk about himself."
All I know about Manghyang Gui-eum is that he looks like he would be revered as a hermit in some Taoist religion rather than a demonic cult leader, and that he was a wandering musician who lost his hometown a long time ago and came to the martial arts world.
"What you had was a face that looked like it was about to jump to the top at any moment. A pure white beard and a wrinkled forehead. "They are all old, their eyes sparkle like morning stars, but their temperament is so bad."
However, after researching that he used the gayageum as his main instrument and the origins of the twelve pieces of music he wrote, I discovered something somewhat unexpected.
"That human. He was from the same country as me, I guess?"
"Same country? "I guess there were a lot of countries here and there, just like this crazy crazy town?"
"It's complicated to talk about in detail, so let's just say it roughly."
To be honest, it's a bit long.
My original hometown is the Republic of Korea in the 21st century, and Manghyangguieum's hometown was a small country in our country a long time ago.
Even when he was inaugurated as the leader of the Demonic Cult, it was a long time after the destruction of the country occurred, and even after becoming the leader of the Ten Thousand Demons, he is said to have always written songs while missing his hometown.
"The place that was created that way and came down to me is the Twelve Songs of Miangxiang. "It was the masterpiece of his life and a truly unprecedented piece of music of all time."
No one can imagine.
The performance that contains the joys and sorrows of a traveler reading his hometown is so touching and how crazy it drives people.
Only I will remember him and live with the true meaning of his performances.
"I'm going to be lonely for the rest of my life. "Me or that person."
"What are you talking about?"
Buddha said life is a lonely island.
Although it is an island floating alone in the vast sea.
It is said that Manghyangguieum was a quiet island isolated from the world.
There is no one who truly connects with you and no one truly knows the scenery you know.
He delved even deeper into his own music, and as a result, he began to make a name for himself as a music master.
Is that why? When I inherited the essence of his twelve musical pieces and recited the scenery he painted.
The eccentric musician quietly shed tears and thanked me.
"At that time, I didn't know why the old man was crying. "After a while, I realized why he was crying."
"Why were you crying?"
I answered with a grin as I looked at Hestosias, who was looking at me curiously while working on his gayageum in a blunt tone.
"It is said that a lonely island that no one could visit created a lonely island just like itself with its own hands.
"But he said, 'How could I not shed tears of joy?'"
◈ Chapter 67 - Completed Work, Completed Story.
"Isn't it the everyday life of the bards to hear incomprehensible sounds like you? "What do you mean?"
"Damn, that wild boar Hercules is also a cultured person, so when you tell stories like this, his reaction is delicious.
Did you just hit the iron and your head also turned to iron? So the head, um..."
"Mlhummun keukuzuhrr..."
It is not for nothing that Jesus, who mostly remained silent even when he prayed, gave a bear punch to Jammin after hearing the prayer of a bald preacher who could not stand the bald drip.
Even in the eyes of Shin, who is always on the sidelines, it is cruel to make fun of his bald head.
And even if it wasn't because of divine punishment, I couldn't make fun of his brilliant bald head.
That's a bit too much.
Anyway, that was the end of Manghyangguieum's story.
Although he often shared various travel stories, he was particularly secretive about himself.
During my training, I rarely mentioned my past, so I researched it first.
"Oh right. "The teacher's main technique was the sonic blade."
"What?"
It was a state of pitch created by Manghyangguieum, also known as Gyeoeum (擊音).
In general, Yin Gong experts put energy into the gold strings and released them as sound waves to directly hit the opponent's brain through the ears or induce internal injuries.
It can be seen as a kind of ultrasonic attack, but Manghyangguieum goes beyond this and emits a sound wave that surpasses that of any other famous sword, or launches a sonic attack reminiscent of a cannon.
The invisible attack flying dizzyingly amidst the dazzling performance flew wherever the sound could be heard.
Therefore, it is said that if the geumum rang out in a battlefield rather than a performance hall, the enemies would panic and run away for their lives.
Cannot be evaded, cannot be prepared for, cannot be detected.
No matter how crowded the battlefield was, Geumum's ability to accurately find only his own enemies was better than any other search eye.
An astounding pitch that instantly grasps the wide battlefield and takes the enemy's head at will.
Even the world's most famous masters counted on one hand the person who received half of the twelve grains of Manghyangguieum.
It is said that among them, there were fewer than three people who survived until the last twelve grains.
"...Is that possible?"
"Honestly, even I think it's very perverted..."
What kind of warrior in the world would come up with the idea that if he wanted to cut down his target, he would pull out his sword and change the sound of the gold he was playing to a yegi and cut it down?
If it shakes the mind or causes internal injuries like a regular pitch, it would be an ordinary axis.
Still, it was deplorable that a master swordsman with high-level sword skills came up with the idea of cutting people with sound waves rather than a sword in order to deal with thieves who coveted his talent during his time as a wanderer.
"Do you even know the reason for creating such a bizarre martial arts technique?"
"What?"
"...I did it because I was tired of pulling out my sword and getting up to chop people while I was playing."
It was a statement that would make inspectors around the world bleed and turn upside down if they heard it.
In fact, I was listening to that sound while I was excitedly being beaten by his gold notes and vomiting blood.
No one can imagine how absurd I must have been.
"What an incredible pervert. "It would be better for wizards to be more humane."
"The problem is that it was really strong."
A terrifying performance that can mean the difference between life and death in just a moment.
But even so, when he played, it was said to be so captivating that even the cries of the battlefield quieted down.
No one can refute that not only his yin and gold skills are at a very high level.
"Using musical instruments and music as a medium for magic is quite common, but this is the first time I've ever heard of a magic that creates a sword sharper than a real sword..."
Hestosias looked at me as if he was fed up, wondering if Hyperborea was full of such perverts.
"Oh, don't worry. That nobleman was unrivaled among those music masters.
"Most of them were just like that(?) Guys."
When the rumor that I had inherited the twelve songs of Manghyangguieum spread not only in the church but also in the martial arts world.
Not only all kinds of music experts but also famous musicians came to see me to compete for gold with him or to hear a little bit of the music of Manghyangguieum.
At that time, I had just emerged into prominence in the Demonic Cult, and I was exposed because the corrupt cult leader asked me to play the gold in order to keep me in check and humiliate me.
Thanks to that, I had a useful time listening to many famous songs from the music artists scattered around Moorim.
"I can assure you that I was the only one who mastered the twelve songs of Manghyangguieum and reached the level of a teacher."
It can be said that Hongbok is the perfect addition to Moorim.
If there were another human weapon capable of delivering ultra-precise stealth strikes on omnidirectional radar, a beautiful wind of blood would have blown through the martial arts world.
"Huh, should I believe this or not?"
"Believe it or not."
To be honest, I can't believe it even after seeing Hestosias' work with my own eyes.
There is no way Hestosias could believe the stories of that other world.
If the gold is completely completed, it is not too late to talk about it then.
"Anyway, most gold pieces could not handle three grains, and the strings broke and the sound tube was broken."
In that sense, the olive tree that Hestosias created was truly an excellent body.
The vitality of the tree itself was condensed inside and its essence compressed, and the body, trimmed with unusual crimson fire and chisels, was in itself harder than any other steel.
At the same time, the soft sound unique to the wooden body also shows an even more vivid and deep sound due to the vitality of the wood. If any musician sees this, he or she will not be able to stop admiring it and will pay a thousand gold to get it.
"But the one I'm worried about is Geumhyun."
Pearls and silver?
The way they spun the yarn was definitely magical. The thing that is directly exposed to energy beyond the body is Geumhyeon.
So, even in my past life, I used the body for a long time to wear gold, but the strings had to be changed almost every year even though I used Cheonra thread made of iron that lasted 10,000 years.
I couldn't help but wonder if the thread made of pearl and silver would be strong enough to withstand the Twelve Musical Instruments.
"Hmm... Putting everything else aside, Permanent Iron seems like a pretty hard metal.
"How hard is the ore?"
"A full season? That's right..."
In Moorim, Mannyeon Hancheol is the best in terms of hardness and resistance to heat and energy.
I didn't really think about its intensity, but from what I felt...
"There was an incident where a driver's finger was cut off when he unknowingly touched a broken cloth thread."
On the outside, it's just a beautiful frost-colored metal piece.
Its sharpness and hardness made it a treasure comparable to any other famous sword.
In fact, twelve swords made by melting cut gold strings and mixing them with iron were packaged as new swords given by the religious leaders and given as prizes to the later rulers who established the great duke.
"Then yes, the threads I made are incredible."
In the meantime, Hestosias, who had finished finishing the body, stood up with a grin, contrary to his self-deprecating words, and held up a thread that glowed a strange milky color.
"Okay, then it's your turn to ask. "I'll tell you while I wind the yarn, ask me anything."
Hestosias, who had been acting like he was going to say something obscene, spoke calmly and began to carefully trim the golden string as I had ordered.
Apply oil mixed with various herbs and powders to a brush made of deer hair and carefully apply it to each strand. Check to see if there are any abnormalities. If you feel that something is not right, correct it with a small tap with a chisel with a flame on it.
The more you look at Hestosias, the more strange he was as a blacksmith.
"I heard you are the representative craftsman of the Forest of Heroes?"
"Well, I did make a few useful items. But I didn't even have the heart to pick up a hammer because I didn't have anyone to use it."
"But why did I suddenly receive a request for my instrument out of the blue?"
I doubt that.
As I had been skipping class and working hard on Hestosias' quest, I naturally started hearing various stories about him.
"Crimson Fire Hestosias. He is the son of Hephaestus and the only blacksmith who can handle the blessings of Hephaestus roaring in the forge."
A blacksmith shop built with the blessing of Hephaestus among Chiron's sanctuaries.
The crimson flame that throbbed like a heart in the center was not just a flame, but the divine flame left behind by Hephaestus, like the embers Hestia left behind in the great furnace.
The fire of Hephaestus burns hotter than any other fire and never goes out. It was truly the ultimate fire for blacksmiths, melting any metal at once and burning any impurities in an instant.
However, befitting such divine power, he allowed any blacksmith to borrow his power just once.
If you can't produce a satisfactory result even after lending your own strength, no matter how much firewood you put in and how much wind you blow on it, none of the metal melts and it just shakes around annoyingly.
Hestosias is the only one who can deal with the nephritis of Hephaestus, which quickly changed from a blacksmith's sacred item to a symbolic mascot.
As a blacksmith recognized by Shin Yeom, none of the swords he forges are luxury items, and kings and princes of famous kingdoms do not hesitate to travel long distances to buy weapons from him.
He knew how high that name was.
However, Hestosias had been refusing all requests long before I came in, and unless it was minor maintenance of weapons, he would not even touch the blacksmith shop.
"Why is that?"
"Because it's not fun."
-Didding~
In an instant, Hestosias, who had put on the first string, lightly plucked the string and nodded.
"What do you think? Is it the sound you imagined?"
"...Oh."
Obviously, it still needed more adjustments, but the sound was definitely that of the gayageum I had been playing all along.
"I understand without you having to say it. "It seems like it went well."
Hestosias, grinning in satisfaction, began to move his hands busily again.
"The people who always come to see me say the same thing. 'I am the king. Make me a sword fit for a king.' 'I am a prince. 'Make me a spear fit for a prince to hold.', 'I am a hero, give me a shield fit for a hero to hold.' It's not even a parrot, it's boring."
Meanwhile, Hestosias had finished the second string, with an odd frown on his face as if he were bored.
-D-Ring...
A slightly higher and softer sound than before.
This time, he turned his head and silently winked at me, and I responded by nodding that I was listening.
"Well, I like ores that melt in flames and steel that changes shape when hammered. "It's happened once or twice, but it's not fun at all to just touch an old blade."
-Diriring~
After the third string, a softer, thinner sound echoed throughout the studio, and Hestosias began to slowly pour out his inner words to me, containing all his emotions.
◈ Chapter 68 - Playing Under the Moonlight.
Crimson Fire Hestosias.
In fact, he was a man closer to the human image of a craftsman than just an ordinary blacksmith.
I couldn't help but love the strange magic of fire, where hard things soften and soft things become sharp again in the crimson flames.
He was thirsty for a more unique challenge.
"I told you about the Cyclops' attack, right? It really is a different world. "They recreate with their own two hands all the magic that gods and humans can imagine, and make things that exist only in imagination into reality."
However, they said that the greatest thing about them was that they made the unimaginable a reality with a few words and designs.
"Maybe if you just tell them a few words about the technology of Hyperborea or the magic used there, they will be able to reproduce it in their own workshop."
"Is it worth bragging about like that?"
"Is that what you call it?"
What immediately passed through my mind were electronic devices of the 21st century, such as smartphones and TVs, of which I now have a vague memory.
If this eccentric craftsman would say something like that, could it be...?
'Oh, but that's not right.'
Even if the magic and technology were amazing, it would be difficult to reproduce things like electronic devices.
Even if we make similar communication devices, what can we do with things like the Internet or electronic information?
I chuckled at the foolish thought and listened to Hestosias again. He was almost finishing his work.
"In that sense, how poor are the minds of those boring people who came to see me? "It's like they're just telling me to hold it in my hand and shake it to make a sharp metal object."
So when I first visited the blacksmith shop, he thought I had heard rumors about him and recommended weapons to him with all his might, trying to drive me away.
"Why is a human being who should be beaten to death with a bellows and a hammer not taking orders and acting like a businessman? "It was like that."
"I was already working to meet a reasonable quota, but seeing them press me for a production order again made me feel sick."
I'm still a god. I have met many people who are said to be the three great craftsmen.
Hestosias was an unpredictable man who competed for supremacy.
It's not even a stagnant payoen.
Ah, I've finished the content. It's no fun.
Doesn't this mean that they just took a break from their work and played leisurely until new content came out?
"Hey, you didn't just play around with it, right? "Among those blacksmith heads, do you think there is anyone other than me who can do accounting?"
"What did I say...? "Why are you so angry because I got stabbed by myself?"
"You're good at talking with pathetic expressions in your eyes."
Unlike his mouth that mumbled alone, Hestosias finished the work with delicate and quick movements of his hands.
He peered at the strings of the gayageum, which were mounted almost to the point where he was afraid they would touch his eyes, to make sure there were no cracks or uneven parts.
He examined the body several times to see if there were any cracks, sound leaks, or uneven parts, and only after confirming that there were no problems did he carefully hand it to me.
"What do you think? Isn't this comparable to the old instrument you lost?"
"..."
I couldn't say anything to the boastful Hestosias and just accepted it.
Just as I imagined, just as I expected.
The gayageum, which was first born in Greece, was truly mythical.
The rough bark of a tree is still alive, or the milky colored thread mysteriously sparkles.
Although it looks rough and rugged, it is full of natural beauty and is even mysterious, as if a tree and the spring water flowing beneath it were taken out and thrown away in the form of a musical instrument.
What is this tickling feeling?
A faint feeling that makes you feel like tears are about to fall.
The familiar yet unfamiliar appearance of the gayageum was clearly engraved in my eyes.
Beyond the heavy weight in my hand and the rough texture of the tree bark, life pulsated.
The gayageum has a strange yet familiar appearance.
Me, unfamiliar but still the same.
Because of me, my gold, which had been sleeping in my memory, was once again brought out into the world in a similar yet different form to me.
With old emotions that I had tried so hard to bury.
"Even if spring comes again, I have nowhere to return to.
Even if you climb up Daesan and look at the east, you can't see that place.
Only old gold paints that place.
"The place I long for."
-Ding...
The unfamiliar-looking gayageum that I played lightly was crying softly, just as I remembered.
* * *
A total of three pieces of gold passed through my hands.
One is a Jungwon-style classical music that the musician gave me as a gift after showing off his skills at the sect leader's banquet, saying that he was not confident in playing the instrument that sang such a tune.
The gayageum was made with a generous amount of jade and metal thread as a gift from the best craftsman of the religion to commemorate the eradication of the corrupt religious leaders and the complete control of the Heavenly Demon Church.
And lastly, Hyeonsageum (玄沙琴), a sacred object offered to me when I ascended to the position of Heavenly Demon.
It was the last gift left to me by Gwihyeonsa, who cruelly disappeared as soon as everything was over.
After everything was sorted out and even the imperial court acknowledged that our Heavenly Demon God Cult was the loser of the martial arts in the central plains, he was my only companion as I wandered between the new world and the central plains.
When that guy finally passed away without being able to overcome the rough times, he thought that he would never be able to pick up gold again.
It was an indescribable feeling to be brought back to life in such a distant land and to pick up gold again.
"Whoa..."
When I came to my senses, I found myself walking deep in the forest, holding the gayageum with both hands.
Thanks to the constellations wriggling in the distance and the brightly shining moon, the forest wasn't that dark, and the level I had already reached wasn't that difficult because I had already passed the level where visibility was limited by the intensity of light.
-Ding...
"So, are you looking for a place to tune the first note?"
The gayageum, which was crying quietly alone, seemed to have its own will and was held quietly in my arms, whining as I went this way and went that way.
Like a child holding his father's hand and throwing a tantrum.
Now, I was wondering if it was possible for a god to dwell in an object that had just been born.
Since it is an object made by cutting a living tree and using fire and magic imbued with the power of God, I was tempted to just draw it.
Anyway, as I walked towards the place where the gayageum suggested, making loud and low sounds, a wide open space brightly illuminated by the moonlight suddenly appeared.
A small spring water trickled under the flat rock, and forest animals large and small drank water in the moonlight, and I disappeared in a huff at the uninvited guest.
"...It's the moment when you let out that glorious first note, but you can't hastily reveal it to others."
A careful and sacred thing is the moment when the new gold in the world sounds its first note. Manghyangguieum spoke.
He said that one should be careful when handling gold, as if one were handling one's lover, and especially when making the first note, one should approach it gently and carefully, like a new woman removing pus from a new woman's clothes.
'I guess he's a pornographic person anyway.'
I don't know what she did, but looking at her holding her beloved bottle (?) Even after her death, I could guess the extent of Manghyang Guieum's passion and obsession for gold.
However, if there is something that resonates with me.
I guess the first time riding my hand is a very special moment, whether for a warrior or a musician.
"Okay, now let's play one song."
The moon is beautiful in the sky, and the surrounding forest is incredibly beautiful.
Audience members large and small gathered curiously between the trees and the grass, listening with bated breath.
Are you curious about what this strange stranger is trying to do with an unfamiliar instrument?
Although it is a moment to show off the first note that should be secret and sacred, my new friend seems to need an audience to be motivated to perform the song.
There was no better place than this.
-Didding...
"Oh..."
In contrast to the Cheonra thread of Hyeonsagum, the pearl silver thread forged by Hestosias was somehow warm and soft.
Nevertheless, the wick she could feel at her fingertips was hard enough to be compared to Cheonra thread, and the sound was deeper and even softer, as if she was stroking a woman's skin.
"I received another amazing item."
No, if you go through all that trouble and don't get something like this, wouldn't it be fraud?
"No, but it is a treasure that cannot be easily obtained no matter how many times the amount of effort it takes..."
The courtesans and musicians who recognized the value of Hyeonsageum were eager to get it.
The gayageum, which had no name yet, was very mysterious and mysterious, from its shape to its flowing energy.
And above all, this sound.
A sound so clear and deep that no other gayageum in the world can produce it.
Just by flicking it lightly, I heard a sound that made my heart tremble, so I just stopped my hand for a moment and listened quietly.
"Um... Good."
It would have been nice to have at least a glass of clear alcohol.
While thinking about nothing, I slowly tuned the gayageum.
Although Hestosias did his own work, he was a craftsman and not a musician, so he only had gold strings.
It took some time to loosen and tighten properly.
-Diddidiididdinding~
"This is enough... That's enough."
As a test, he strummed the strings, and the tone became more organized and clear than before, causing his shoulders to shake in excitement, and his hands began to dance on the gold.
Yet.
With the sound of the wind, the sound of the stream, the whispers of animals, and the chattering of the trees, the once quiet and noisy forest gradually became quiet, and only a ray of music began to slowly flow through it.
A beautiful and gentle tone that would captivate even God.
◈ Chapter 69 - Manghyang Twelve Crafts.
-𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅮~
Manghyangguieum did not reveal his name or his hometown until the end.
However, for some reason, in his performance, I saw a port where people were busy coming and going, a bar where people from different countries hung out, and a procession of men and horses carrying luggage over a rugged mountain range.
Merchants from other countries who travel through rough seas and bring in all kinds of foreign cultural products.
A rich, small country with cultures that are similar to the countless stories told from them, yet different.
Geum, who came across the sea by chance there, may have been his first beginning.
I don't know if it was Joseon or Silla at the time, or it may have been even older, but I don't know how he, who was born in the same land as me, became a Yin Gong expert on the other side of the continent.
I could only guess that there was probably a more complicated backstory than mine.
However, it is said that the more an artist suffers, the deeper his or her talent becomes.
There was something about the performance of Manghyangguieum, who went from a wandering musician to the head of a huge Daemun sect over a period of time unimaginable to the average person, that went beyond the imagination of those who had never heard it.
No matter how much I learned the arts and techniques from him and reached the level of putting energy into sound and creating harmony with sound.
Since I couldn't keep up with him over the years, Manghyang Gui-eum told me that if he went to Wulin, he should not catch gold or silver for a while.
Music is ultimately an area of deliberation that goes beyond tiles and rites.
My skills have already developed and refined to a level comparable to yours, but I lack the inspiration to build on them.
He gave a firm warning that if you continue to cling to gold, you will either become a third-rate musician who plays empty-handedly because you are blinded by money, or you will become a murderer who causes blood with his music.
'You poor man... After entering the Demonic Cult in the first place, where would you have time to leisurely hunt for gold...'
Babe. With just one piece of gold, he was offered to become an exclusive musician for the imperial family, and he must have wandered around honing his skills to the extent that wherever he went, he was treated as well as a queen consort with just one piece of gold.
I had to fall into the martial arts world without any connections, rise to the high ranks of the Heavenly Demon Church, and even engage in a battle with the corrupt leaders of the cult.
Except for the occasional few times I played alone to calm myself down when I was upset, I had no time or leisure to properly practice the geum, so I had to run around busily, but what is playing the geum...
Maybe he was anticipating that and hit me first with the technique.
'In the end, it was only after so many years had passed that I was invited to the damn cult leader's banquet that I found gold again.'
To be honest, I was a little worried because it was my first time finding gold in several years.
Since he picked up a sword more than gold and a brush more often than a sword, he was worried that his teacher's name would be tarnished.
However, I couldn't back down.
It was a battlefield disguised as a banquet, where a large number of neutral forces who were watching the conflict between me and the religious leader participated at a time when my power was slowly increasing in size within the school.
In a situation where I couldn't back down from the fight with the religious leader, the religious leader arbitrarily forced me to take gold. I was in a situation where I couldn't just back out.
But for some reason.
When he reached for gold again for the first time in decades, his hands began to move on their own and play a song.
However, while the performance was a performance of the teacher's twelve songs, the scenes contained within it were the intense training of the Twelve Divine Demons that I had experienced and the years I had been racing through after entering the Demonic Cult.
In the end, don't worry about life.
The neutral forces who heard my performance sided with me, who fought fiercely to live up to the name of the Church of the Heavenly Demon, rather than the sect leader's family, which spent time loosely maintaining the status quo and playing with power, and I achieved a level of power with the sect leader.
'Then what now?'
What about my gold now?
What kind of years are contained in my gold now?
What on earth is contained in the new gold that I received in a different form in a world other than Jungwon or Korea, where the long-time friend who was a gift from the person I loved has disappeared over time?
-𝆕𝅘𝅥𝅮~𝅘𝅥~
The technique was still flawless.
After all, it is an art that was almost beaten with blood and sweat when it was not a body but a soul, so even if it is reincarnated, it is not going anywhere.
However, if art is a vessel, the inspiration contained within it is its essence.
Even if you play the same note according to the direction of the inspiration, everything is divided into heaven and earth from beginning to end.
What I contain.
What I will contain.
Perhaps it was because he readily accepted Chiron's offer that he came this far.
He must have come looking for that.
What do I have in my container right now?
'Tsk, this is why I hate gold.'
In the end, a performance is a mirror in which the performer looks back at himself, no matter how many people are listening.
It was like meditation, falling into oneself.
In the first place, this life was too intense in the past life, so let's live with moderate healing.
Wasn't that the motto of this life?
But after living a life that was half war and secret fighting and half wandering, I wonder if this guy's mind is tired of peace.
In the end, I tried to sigh at the sight of myself being thrown into the middle of the chaotic world of Greek mythology.
"Ugh..."
They say it's hard work and silence.
After spending my life in a bloody and dark struggle, I gave it all up and started wandering.
In the end, I ended up becoming a body that couldn't be satisfied unless it was a noisy mess.
In fact, even this gold was made because of Apollo, the sun god whom I saw the previous morning.
The peace had already passed.
'Atalanta and Neri have been very observant these days...'
Atalanta is in a tense battle with the hunters in the forest, and Neri heard it the last time she went into the sea.
It looks like you're working hard on something with your sisters.
Once the thoughts began to swarm, they continued to ride on the gold note, and all kinds of thoughts began to surge like a tidal wave.
My hands don't stop, my thoughts wave.
The performance slowly began to dig deeper, to the point where I couldn't tell if I was riding the gold or if the gold was holding me.
"Hmm... It's fierce, complex, old, and old, yet young, passionate, and full of vitality."
"?!"
-Tiding!!
A voice suddenly broke through my thoughts.
Obviously, there was no sign of anyone approaching, but the voice that suddenly penetrated my ear naturally changed the note.
The sorrowful cries of a traveler longing for his hometown and the complaints of a wanderer wandering through three lives have disappeared.
The loud music that cut down external enemies and shattered hearts sharply cut through the air.
A performance that is not a performance that Manghyangguieum arrived at while walking the path of music.
It should be called a song, but those who heard him play cannot just call it a song.
A cursed piece of music widely known in martial arts under the name of Eumgong.
Manghyang Twelve Gongs (望鄕十二公) - Gyeokye (擊銳).
-Shaak!
"Oh?"
The rhythmic cartoons struck everywhere like a whip, and the scattered expectations formed a storm.
'...Stomach.'
The beauty of an elegant woman, as if enjoying tea and refreshments in an elegant pavilion.
However, the sound of that voice revealed time and power that the human body could not contain.
And a huge glow surrounds that voice.
The brilliance of a gigantic power that I could not dare to touch was shining brightly above my head, blocking the attack.
Sound waves are simple.
It is the vibration of the air touching the skin and the tremor that makes the ears ring.
Therefore, it is impossible for any magic or martial arts to completely defend against it.
For example, a Qigong master said that he tried to block the sound hole with a membrane that blocks all external sounds, but was unable to follow the flow of the teacher's variation of the sound, and in the end, the membrane was destroyed and shattered.
No matter what kind of soundproofing, there is no place that can stop the sound that penetrates the cracks more tenaciously than water.
In a sense, Manghyangguieum's eumgong could be said to be truly invincible.
But you block this and look down at me calmly?
"A goddess, a goddess who uses quite complex magic."
"That's right. Why don't you turn around and show your respect?"
If there is one thing I have felt while dealing with divine power, that is, divine magic.
Divine power shows tremendous effectiveness and stability comparable to a miracle, but it is not an almighty magic stone that makes everything possible.
In other words, it can be said that the desired phenomenon is optimally revealed in reality according to the user's understanding, utilization, and skill level, as well as the total amount of spiritual power.
The reason I was able to push Eris and achieve parity with the Judgment Sword of Nemesis even though I was using divine magic for the first time was possible because I had such a deep understanding of the Guyu Sword, realized its essence, and was able to almost perfectly embody it with divine magic.
It was never because they were weaker or less powerful than me that they were pushed aside by me.
However, the beautiful goddess who was looking down at me from above my head couldn't even fathom the total amount of her divine power, and even her skill in handling it was far beyond me.
This would have been impossible unless she was a goddess who wielded magic equivalent to that of the Heavenly Demon.
'The direction is different, but... In a way, is it comparable to the person I was in my previous life?'
No.
The time and depth vaguely felt in the voice.
And the divine power was so incredible that it made my whole body tremble.
And the length and breadth of divine power that was being manifested as if it were alive was enough to awe even me.
Even if I had been in my past life, even at the peak of my life when I was conquering the martial arts world, the goddess' divine status was so enormous that it was difficult to estimate her victory or defeat.
"Child, don't you think you're being rude right now?"
But even so, you can't be dragged into the other person's flow like this from the beginning.
Despite the overbearing voice, I stayed where I was without looking back.
"The performance isn't over yet, so I'll have to wait until the musician leaves to use it?"
"Hoo?"
"Shall we continue?"
Even if the other person is a goddess whose level is so profound that even I am surprised.
At the best of times, they suddenly barge in and scold you for saying hello?
'To be honest, I'm unlucky.'
In addition to the sudden appearance of an uninvited guest, the uninvited guest is so powerful that even I am instantly overwhelmed?
What is that?
Amman, I may look like this now, but I have achievements and realizations that I have accumulated over a long period of time, and I am very proud of them.
But how can you be so calm while blocking my sound hole?
No matter if the other person is a goddess or something else, you can't keep looking down on them like that, right?
"That's bold. This is the first time I've experienced this in a long time."
"Then we will continue."
-Didding!
The newly acquired gayageum wailed loudly, announcing the opening, and my hand playing on the gold slowly began to speed up.
It is a solo performance for uninvited guests whose faces you do not know.
The murderous intent targeting the uninvited guest who rudely barged in began to cut down the entire forest.
◈ Chapter 70 - Meeting With the Queen.
-Teeing!
Hestosias created luxury goods worthy of his reputation.
In contrast to Hyunsajim, gold, which is not hard and sharp, but is deep and soft, showed strength beyond my imagination.
Even as the power and divine magic gradually increased, the body containing the condensed vitality amplified it several times, increasing its power.
The mysteriously colored gold strings made of silver and pearl played the desired notes exactly.
The upper notes become sharper, and the midrange becomes even heavier.
Changes in rhythm follow in an instant due to its innate elasticity, and the digestion power of skillfully receiving and transforming even bets and magic energy into notes was felt as if one was flicking the deep sea with his hand.
And its depth and power were an excellent foundation for capturing without hiding the faint and cruel essence of the Twelve Songs.
-𝅘𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅰𝆕~𝅘𝅥𝅯𝆕𝅘𝅥𝅰𝆕𝅘𝅥𝅯~𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅰𝆕~
Twelve songs of Manghyang.
Twelve pieces of music composed while missing one's hometown.
The sadness of remembering one's hometown and the nostalgia for things that have disappeared in each song made even the stiffest person shed tears.
It is said that the Iron Blood Emperor, who had never laid hands on him since his birth, wept bitterly.
However.
Because he really is that kind of evil artist.
Could it be possible that Yuk-gong, who only harbored vague and heartbreaking joys and sorrows in his heart, could have climbed the 10,000-horse race and created Yin-gong, who brought Jeongsama to his knees?
Absolutely not.
Performance is a mirror that reflects the performer and a gap into the abyss of the composer.
Even a high priest called living Buddha lives with a sword in his heart.
Even a beggar walking around has a sharp path in his heart.
During the performance of Manghyangguieum, who was roaming the vast wasteland of the underworld, I saw a ghost screaming fiercely inside that gentle immortal-like musician.
Beneath the tears she sheds while picturing the scenes of her hometown, there is anger toward those who destroyed it.
On the other side of nostalgia for the times that will never return, there is sorrow for a world that has erased everything.
A fierce, rough, and angry scream, truly worthy of the Grand Master of the Heavenly Demon Church, was heard between the beautiful golden notes.
It's as eerie as a scream heard amidst the excitement of a noisy festival.
It is as cruel as a violent torrent turbulent beneath the beautiful surface of the water.
The chaos created by the melody of the cartoon and the beautiful blades flying within it are the horrors of Twelve Valleys of Manghyang.
Not a hometown, but a hometown.
It is a vicious eumgong that makes it clear why the name 'Longing for Home' is given the nickname 'Gwieum'.
If you listen to the melody in an attempt to block the sharp sound, the beautiful tune and the gushing abyss below will capture your mind.
If you spend all your mental energy on guard against that ghost, your entire body will be torn to pieces and you will die without even a single piece of flesh left.
Once the performance begins, every note heard is both a beginning and a beginning, and every flow is an invincible pitch that becomes both a beginning and a beginning.
However.
Today.
For the first time, I was facing a wall that I could not even touch, let alone kill, even after mobilizing all of the Twelve Songs of Manghyang.
The twelve songs that lead to a trance soon reach the climax.
The melodious sound that was rushing all over the place became more and more fascinating.
So far, the goddess above her and her divine power have not budged, but if she goes to the last tune.
The results are not known yet...
-Teeing!
"...!"
Just before moving on to the last movement.
Her fingertips, which were playing over the gold, slipped for some reason and came to a halt.
'What the hell is this..!!'
In a desolate plain where time has stopped.
The ghost's pitch was completed through the pain of the soul being cut and torn.
It wasn't anything else, it was my mistake and it got disconnected like this!?
"I-i-i-i-i...!!"
Well, what on earth was the problem?
Does this performance end awkwardly for trivial reasons such as changing bodies or the passage of several years?
Also, in this situation where I boldly declared that I would challenge a goddess of such high status that even I in my past life would not dare to discuss victory or defeat?
In a situation that I could not tolerate, I was filled with uncontrollable anger, as if the blood in my whole body was running backwards.
"Oh my! "What a piece of shit!!"
Are you proud of yourself?
Their progress, which they inherited from the Twelve God Demons, was to me a medal and proof of my life.
Proof that he overcame hellish years in the gap between death and life and eventually earned the qualifications to become the lord of the magic world.
Therefore, I could not accept that the twelve songs were cut off in the middle due to my own mistake and nothing else.
"Aaaaa!!"
With a scream filled with nowhere-to-go anger, the hand clad in divine magic swung.
At the end of my bright red vision, there was a nameless gold that made a sound for the first time today.
[Stop.]
Just before my grip shattered the gold.
Before I knew it, a beautiful hand that could be called Seomseom Oksu had grabbed my wrist and was tightly tying it.
At this, the inside of my head that had been burning like wildfire suddenly became cold, and instead of anger, a cold wariness ran down my spine.
'...Strong!'
No matter how briefly I lost my senses, the reflexes and senses I had trained were not going anywhere.
I knew it was funny how the heat rose to the top of my head and then calmed down in an instant.
However, if you were in a very heated situation and sensed a presence behind you, that anger would not have been for nothing, but rather, you would have rushed towards the presence behind you.
Just as when this goddess of beauty appeared, holding my hand, she suddenly came behind me and grabbed my hand.
It's not just any other power, it's Jodo who draws in all the divine magic energy.
Perhaps as expected, Eris and even Nemesis could not have easily blocked the blow, but they were astonished at the power of it, as if it were holding a child's wrist.
"You're bleeding."
"...Blood?"
It was as he said.
Her fingertips, which were still delicate, were cut and cracked, and before I knew it, both the gayageum and my hands were covered in blood.
If there is one unwritten rule for me or my teacher when it comes to winning gold.
This means that you never protect your hands with energy or any other means.
If you put something else on your hands, your senses will become dull, and if you play with a dulled sense, the emotion and power of your performance will be reduced by less than half, and it will become difficult to know where your hands have slowed down and where you have missed notes.
So out of habit, in this performance, I played with her bare hands without covering her hands with energy or strengthening them with magic energy.
This time too, my body is not yet ripe.
Her body, unable to keep up with the years engraved on her soul, was holding her back.
"It must hurt."
A voice whispering in my ear, as if comforting a child, slowly got closer.
The face of the beautiful goddess winked at me with amusement as she walked past my face and towards my hand, which she held in her own.
If the word elegance were expressed as strength, like inner strength or spiritual power, would she become like this woman?
She was so beautiful that people thought it was foolish, but she was a goddess with more charm and authority.
Her subtle pearl-colored glow further enhanced her unrealistic beauty, like a Photoshop effect.
In the past, the dignity and dignity of the empress and princess who met each other through the emperor's arrangement seemed like the steps of a child, and so much dignity and elegance was oozing out of her hand gestures and gestures.
"Whoa~"
Like a mother comforting a child who got injured while playing.
The Goddess with her kind yet playful smile breathed on her bleeding hands.
Is it a trick of the eye, or is it the power of God?
A light similar to the divine power she was surrounded with by her goddess's breath seemed to hover around her and reach her hands.
As the goddess's breath penetrated my wounds, I was able to understand the new possibilities of divine power and why it was named the power of God.
The blood flowing through her fingers to her hand and wrist slowly disappeared, as if it were a poorly drawn painting.
My finger, which had been so deeply cut that it was almost dented and looked miserable, healed in an instant, as if time had turned back.
"I remember my second child getting hurt while playing with a spear knife that was a gift from her older brother. "Boys are so mean."
The goddess, who smiled kindly and said that she could not stop him, walked away without any weight.
She naturally followed suit, turned around, met her eyes, and asked sternly.
"Now do you know who I am?"
There are many beautiful goddesses.
From Eris, the self-proclaimed sister who was as tall as eight cents, to Nemesis, who brandished a pure white judgment sword and took my manger sword head-on, and even to Artemis, the psychopath in the forest, they are off-white goddesses who would have been tired their whole lives because of their beauty if they had been born as humans.
However, the goddess before my eyes was uniquely beautiful among all goddesses. In addition, she exudes with her entire body a level of authority that is higher than theirs.
Perhaps if you were to meet her, even if you were blind, her name would jump out at you.
"Queen of gods, goddess of goddesses..."
And The Hero Breaker.
Hera.
Among the gods that should never be encountered in this forest, the tower-running goddess appeared before me.
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