Possessing Nothing Chapter 87

Editor: Ytho, LaidBackGuy

She slept briefly.

She did not dream. 'She' was mostly like that. Whether she slept lightly or deeply, she didn't dream well. Living diligently day by day, she never felt any charm in the dream world. Not feeling sorry for the memories in her dreams fading when she woke up.

This 'she' was Wijihoyeon. No dreams. There was no enjoyment in the process of falling asleep for her. To her, the act of sleeping was nothing more than to relieve fatigue and effectively kill time. Wijihoyeon opened her eyes, raised her body and curled up.

A heavy blizzard was blowing.

Trigia, the northernmost part of Eria, was a place where every day was winter, and snow didn't melt. The snow that fell didn't melt; it accumulated and froze. The air was cold enough to freeze the lungs. If you didn't wear a thick layer of clothing, the cold was severe enough to make it hard to stand up. However, Wijihoyeon's outfit made it seem like she was dressed for a much different climate. She wore a fur coat, but did not wear any thick clothing underneath.

Even so, Wijihoyeon didn't feel cold. This is because she already acquired 10,000 Poison Immunity and is no longer affected by the cold. That's why she did the crazy act of curling up and falling asleep outside in this strong blizzard. However, it was troublesome when wayward snowflakes stuck to her hair and skin. Wijihoyeon reached out a hand to brush the snowflakes away from her head.

The Black Dragon, which was blocking the wind and snow, descended and wrapped around her body after she made that gesture. Among the artifacts she obtained during her travels, this Black Dragon, which seemed to flutter without wind, was Wijihoyeon's favourite. The Black Dragon could get longer or shorter depending on how much inner qi was used, and could also become wider or narrower. Wijihoyeon came out from under the tree, brushing her shoulders and clearing away the snow gathered on the Black Dragon's feet.

“Done sleeping?”

A desolate-looking man bowed his head as he approached Wijihoyeon. He was the Solitary Blade Dokgo, one of the Heavenly Demon sect members that followed Wijihoyeon. He was the first follower and the leader of the less than 20 sect members.

“My eyes opened on their own.”

Wijihoyeon answered. She neither liked nor disliked the Heavenly Demon Sect, which followed her. It would be more troublesome to dismiss them, so she just let them follow. Although they are following her on their own, this does not mean that Wijihoyeon was travelling with them. Wijihoyeon would only go wherever she wanted to go, and the Heavenly Demon sect was following her of their own accord. Even with such a one-sided relationship, the Heavenly Demon sect followed Wijihoyeon because they were fascinated by her overwhelming strength.

“The promised time may have passed, but he still hasn't come.”

“Couldn't you just get a good night's sleep then?”

Wijihoyeon said with a nonchalant expression. She accepted it, but Dokgo could not. He muttered, with his thin eyes narrowed,

“He shouldn't overdo it. Who is waiting for who here…”

“It's the Bloody Heavenly Demon that's making me wait. I am the one waiting for them, so why are you angry?”

“But Master …”

“Don't call me Master. I have never accepted you under me. I won't stop you from following me as you please, but don't call me Master. ”

At the end of Wijihoyeon's words, Dokgo's eyebrows shook and trembled. He bowed his head without protest. Having followers is useful because it made things convenient, but it wasn't necessary for Wijihoyeon. Just a little while ago, they had braved the blizzard to stand guard for her, who had just gone to sleep to kill time. But Wijihoyeon hadn't asked them to do it. So she didn't feel grateful. There was no need.

Looking back, most of the time in the past eight years were spent in Eria. She saw many things and had many encounters. Wijihoyeon was delighted that this mysterious world was wide, but she rarely felt pleasure meeting the excessive amounts of people in it. There were many followers, but Wijihoyeon considered herself alone. What they see is the Heavenly Demon, not Wijihoyeon.

She didn't care. What other people see is entirely their point of view. That's why Wijihoyeon did not try to show them her true self, or Socheon-ma, nor did she persuade them to change their perspectives.

Wijihoyeon was such a human.

'I don't like it.'

Wijihoyeon stood in the snow and thought. Cheon Magun, who was following her, stood behind Wijihoyeon a little. Although not all of them were indispensable masters, none were only masters in the name. Wijihoyeon  turned her head and looked at them. She clucked her tongue as she peeked into the emotions of dozens of eyes looking at her.

She didn't like it.

She didn't like the expectations they had. She had never liked them. Wijihoyeon knew such eyes well. Before she was summoned to Eria, she had always been looked at with such eyes even when she had become the heir. The eyes of her indifferent father, Kyoju.

Whenever he saw Wijihoyeon, he had eyes like that, even if he didn't say it in words. Although it was a different world, the gazes toward Wijihoyeon was still the same.

The Heavenly Demon sect was looking forward to the future. The Son of the Heavenly Demon, Wijihoyeon, was going to meet the Bloody Heavenly Demon, Baek Museon. What would happen at the meeting? Perhaps a new rumor might be born here, and it might become widespread and become a legend. I will be present at that historic moment, and will become a close aide in Wijihoyeon's eyes one day.

That kind of expectation was abhorrent to her.

To kill. Wijihoyeon clasped her hands and thought about it. It's not difficult to kill them. Even if they all attacked at once, Wijihoyeon was confident that she could deal with them in a few moments and bury them in the snow. It wasn't out of arrogance. It was reality.

It was so easy, but she didn't. Because she knew it would change nothing at all. Wijihoyeon had killed those who approached with disgusting expectations many times. Nothing changed. Instead, such acts made blind followers enthusiastic. Those who walked the road of the Unorthodox were delighted to say that even that unforgiving cruelty was fitting for the nickname of 'Minor Heavenly Demon'.

“You've arrived.”

Wijihoyeon murmured. Pavavak! The snow that had accumulated on the floor flew up in the air and scattered in a ring. When the rising snow subsided, there were eleven people standing in front of Wijihoyeon. Wijihoyeon raised her chin to look at a beautiful red-haired man standing in the center.

“Do you even sleep?”

Asked Wijihoyeon with a smile.

The Bloody Heavenly Demon shrugged.

When Wijihoyeon went to the home of the Bloody Demon Alliance and asked to meet him, Baek Museon had promised to meet Wijihoyeon here later as he was busy with work at that time. However, Baek Museon, who decided the time and place, was late.

“I was going to meet the Minor Heavenly Demon, who is in the spotlight these days. I'm just late due to preparing this and that.”

“Then why didn't you meet me inside the Bloody Demon Alliance? You wouldn't have had to prepare anything there.”

“Hoo-hoo! When an unexpected accident occurs, I don't want to hear the accusation that I brought the Minor Heavenly Demon into the Bloody Demon Alliance.”

“Unexpected accident? I don't know what you are talking about.”

Wijihoyeon said with a smile. Instead of replying, Baek Museon raised his right hand slightly. Ten people were standing around him. It was the Bloody Demon Guard, who were Baek Museon's Elite Guard.

“You have already heard the meaning of that. Didn't you say you wanted to fight me once?”

“I am also someone with the title Heavenly Demon. I was just curious about your skill, as someone with the nickname Bloody Heavenly Demon.”

“Haha… Sounds like you're testing my worthiness of the title.”

“You could think of it like that. Or just think that your luck ran out.”

Wijihoyeon mumbled as she walked forward. Whoo-woong! Black Dragon, which was covering her shoulders, fluttered, and the snow that piled up around Wijihoyeon rose all at once. The Heavenly Demon Sect, who were watching the confrontation between Wijihoyeon and Baek Museon from afar, were impressed. Wijihoyeon and Baek Museon laughed, facing each other.

“Ran out of luck… I don't know of such a thing. ”

“I needed an opponent,” whispered Wijihoyeon. “I wanted to choose the Orthodox faction, but it was quite annoying. Touching a well-knit group is annoying behind the scenes.”

“Are you saying that you are going to lay your hands on the Bloody Demon Alliance?”

“It's not because you are the head of the Bloody Demon Alliance that I want to lay my hands, Bloody Demon Baek Museon. Being left unattended in the Sama Order is almost like becoming prey to a hungry beast. You became the boss because you were coincidentally the strongest, and a group was created around you. If you collapse, can a person of the Bloody Demon Alliance still call themselves as such? “

“You are overconfident.”

“It's true. It was the right choice, not allowing me to enter the Bloody Demon Alliance. If you had used that pathetic way, the body count would have been way bigger.”

“Didn't I tell you? I just didn't want to hear any criticism. If you die inside the Bloody Demon Alliance, those who don't know might speak of us as cowards. There are few witnesses, but… it'll do. Just, is this okay for you? This is a very small place to use as a grave. If you want, I can cripple but not kill you Or bury the body elsewhere.”

“I am overconfident, but you are arrogant. Or is it crazy? Do you know who is talking to whom?”

Wijihoyeon's surroundings did not have any snow. The snowflakes that fell evaporated as soon as they got near her vicinity.

“You just have no luck. The Crazy Heavenly Demon's whereabouts are unknown. If I knew where he was, I would have definitely fought him … If you want to blame someone, then blame him freely. ”

“Oh, the arrogance. Too arrogant … ”

Baek Museon muttered and rolled up his sleeves. His aura was blood red. Both his eyes were also colored red, like the aura emanating from his body. The rumours of the Bloody Heavenly Demon Baek Museon were rather understated. He was a monster who had already reached the peak and was going further over it.

“Finally, I want to ask only one thing. Why are you doing this? To destroy the Bloody Heavenly Demon Alliance? “

“You don't understand. Didn't I tell you? It's because you were unlucky.”

“Is it just for that reason that you came to this far north and waged a fight against me[1]?”

“The rumours about me will get more exaggerated if I defeat you.”

Wijihoyeon murmured.

“Then that guy will hear me too. Where I was, what I did, and how strong I was. I hope you don't get crushed by death. He's very self-deprecating. ”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“You don't need to understand. Ah… okay. Just like you asked me, I want to ask you a question. Can you answer me? If you can answer it, that is. Which hand do you pick up your spoon with?”

Wijihoyeon raised her hand. Black Dragon fluttered while swelling up till it was big enough and wrapped around her hands.

“If you tell me, I won't let that hand go.”

As she smiled brightly, all laughter disappeared from Baek Museon's face.

The sudden clash between Bloody Heavenly Demon and Minor Heavenly Demon was concluded in less than half a day.

That day, Baek Museon of the Bloody Demon Alliance was crippled because his left arm was cut off.

This translation belongs to Centinni.

[1]: He refers to himself as a 'bonjwa' here. 

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