Volcanic Age Chapter 1.2

Editor: Xzider

“Seo-cheon… Seo-cheoon…wake up…”

His body was rocked back and forth like he was on a boat. His eyes fluttered open in response to the jerking movements.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a woman who seemed to be in the late middle age.

A boy, looking to be around six years old, saw the woman who woke him up and began to mutter in disbelief.

“Master…? How…?”

“It was just a few days ago when you were crying your eyes out when you thought I was dead, yet here you are, sleep talking again.”

She began to wonder if the boy could really represent her when he grew older.

He was adorned with silky, beautiful, and flowing pitch-black hair, bright kind eyes, including wrinkles that somehow seemed gentle and elegant. Ju Seo-Cheon rolled his eyes at his master Yu Jeong-Mok's words and momentarily fell into deep thought.

'Ah!'

He didn't have to think for long. The things that had occurred in the past week raced through his brain at the speed of light.

In that short moment, Ju Seo-Cheon gathered his thoughts together on his current circumstances.

'Ju Seo-Cheon. 8 years old. A fourth-generation disciple of the Volcanic Sect.'

The first thing that came to his mind was the information about himself.

'Yu Jeong-Mok. 40 years old. A Third generation disciple of the Volcanic Sect.'

[E/N: Hwasan Sect = Volcanic Sect]

Members of the Volcanic Sect were divided into multiple groups from the first generation to the fourth generation.

The first generation disciples were who no longer interfered with the sect's decisions; they were the secluded Elders.

The second-generation disciples worked as Elders who were included in the sect's matters. Outside of being Elders, they were usually appointed to or occupied the high positions in the sect.

In the case of the third generation disciples, they were the leading division.

Most of them ranged from young to middle-aged and were also the largest division. Disciples could also be selected from this generation.

And lastly, the fourth generation disciples were the troublesome children who were still untrained novices. They were expected to be future scholars.

Even if one was the oldest among the fourth generation disciples, they were told to perform well too.

It was around the time when powerful people began to emerge and Ju Seo-Cheon was a late bloomer amid the fourth generation disciples.

But what was the most important thing?

'I have returned to the past.'

He couldn't help but mutter to himself. Honestly, he still couldn't believe it.

For the next few days, he was suspicious over a dozen times before he finally came to a conclusion.

The Ju Seo-Cheon that luckily rose to become an Elder of the Volcanic Sect during the Age of War was dead. That life truly did exist.

He had found enlightenment towards the end of his life and rose up even higher in the sect but he couldn't overcome death.

And for some reason, after he closed his eyes and opened them again, something unbelievable had happened.

He had gone back to the past that was already a fading memory in his mind, he had returned back to his childhood.

At first, he thought he was dreaming. The second time, he woke up and wondered what kind of punishment this was.

The third time, he considered that maybe he had ascended to Heaven and was being rewarded for being on the front lines.

However, all of his speculations were off the point. None of them matched his current circumstances.

It wasn't a dream or punishment from Hell or a front-line reward. He could hardly believe it but after seeing with his eyes, hearing with his ears and feeling it with his body, he finally accepted.

'Before the flowers were soaked with blood. Before the world was full of warriors caught in a whirlpool of anger. I have returned to that time!'

The days were still peaceful… and he was back, to the only precious family to him, his master.

'I can do this.'

Useless emotions and worldly thoughts in his head were thrown away and in their place, intense emotions welled up in his heart.

'Once more!'

He didn't know how he came back to the past or if someone sent him to the past but quite frankly, he didn't care.

This was the decision he came to after thinking about it for a week.

He had lived a life without accomplishing anything special and had died a lonely death with no loved ones around him.

He didn't know how, but he had returned to the past, that too with all his memories from his past life.

'Just a little more time and I can live the way I want.'

It wasn't perfect but if he had this memory, he could live a completely different life.

Due to this knowledge, his emotions were stirred up and something that had cooled down within him was once again ignited.

He knew all the incidents that would happen in the future. He knew of the numerous future warriors and the dark forces hiding behind the war.

In addition to that, thanks to his position as an Elder of the Volcanic sect, he was able to learn about many secrets of the Murim and the Volcanic sect. He had also learned about the biggest event in history.

'Above all, I will be able to finally do those kinds of things with women!'

He felt regretful about dying as a virgin. It wasn't till later in his years that his sexual desire was reduced. However, before that it was painful.

The Volcanic Sect belonged to the secular side so marriage wasn't restricted.

In his case, as his status put him in charge of sect matters, even if he got married, he couldn't have a child.

At any rate, he belonged to the sect, so he suppressed his sexual desire and was able to close his eyes in the end.

Nevertheless, undeniably he had not even held a woman's hand and had continuously lived among men.

The grievances and foolishness of that time silently sparked the eyes of the merely eight-year-old, Ju Seo-Cheon.

Chapter end