“Hey, Junho. Wake up...”
Junho started opening his eyes slowly as he heard a familiar voice.
“Wake up, Junho.”
At first his vision was blurry. Then as he blinked several times his vision cleared slowly.
“Junho. Are you ok, my child?”
‘What’s going on?’
When his vision finally became clear, he was completely shocked.
“What... is this? D-Dad...”
In front of him was his dad with a bright smile on his face.
“Ah, you finally woke up. I was worried.”
“B-But. I-Is that... really you dad?”
He couldn’t believe his eyes. How could he?
His father was long dead. But now he could see him right in front of him.
‘No, no. What is this? What is going on? Is this reality? Or is it something else.’
“Junho.”
It looked like he would go crazy any moment.
Junho slowly looked at his father.
“D-Dad.”
“Yes, Junho. Are you feeling alright? I found you fainted so...”
Looking at Junho’s behavior his father stopped talking.
Slowly, he extended his hands toward his father.
‘My Dad...’
When he touched his father’s face, he could feel the warmth of his father’s skin beneath his hand.
Then is it really reality? Was the life he was living, his death, his transmigration... was all of it just a dream?
But as Junho felt the warmth it was as if his mind got cleared. Like all the weight he was carrying had suddenly vanished from his shoulders.
Tears ran down through his cheeks.
And without thinking anything else, Junho threw himself into his father’s arms.
“Dad! I-I love you dad!”
He grabbed his father’s body even more tightly. Like a child who had gotten lost from his family a long time ago and finally met.
“I...”
“...?”
‘Huh?! Why does it feel different?’
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
“...”
Junho opened his eyes.
‘What is this now?’
He could see a huge and fat body, which he was hugging tightly.
“...”
‘Did my father become fat or something?’
Then he looked up to see the face.
“...!”
“Uhhhh! F*ck!. What are you doing here, you pig bastard!”
Slap!
Junho immediately let go of the body and slapped the person’s face.
“...”
It was the chubby boy from earlier.
“What did I do? You were the one who hugged me. So, why am I the one getting the slap?”
The chubby boy looked like he would cry any moment.
“...”
Right. It wasn’t his fault. But Kang Junho—No—Ma Wolryung was so shocked that he reacted instinctively.
“I’m sorry.”
Wolryung bowed slightly in apology.
“I had a bad... no, a good dream.”
“...”
Who slaps someone on the face after seeing a good dream, you bastard?! Then what would’ve you done if the dream was a bad one?!
The chubby boy was angry but also felt relief at the same time that it wasn’t a bad dream.
“Sigh... Forget it.”
With that the chubby boy leaned against the huge tree again and closed his eyes.
“...”
Well, it’s good that he accepted it easily.
But...
“Hey brat.”
“...”
Ah, not again. What the hell is the problem with this old man?
‘Can’t you just stay put for a moment?’
“You were acting weird while sleeping. What happened?”
“...”
Just shut up, old man!
Junho gave a bright smile as he bowed slightly.
“Hello ancestor.”
Huh?! Out of nowhere!
Cheon Jo was speechless at that.
“A-Ancestor?!”
Seeing Cheon Jo puzzled, Wolryung became confused.
“Aren’t you the sword emperor of the Dark Heaven Sword Clan, Ma Cheon Jo?”
“Y-Yes.”
Wolryung’s face brightened again.
“Then of course you’re my ancestor. I’m the son of the clan head.”
No, that wasn’t the problem here. Cheon Jo already knew it from the start. But the problem was.
“Did you ignore me all this time despite knowing that?”
“...”
“Ignore? Me? You?! When did I do that?”
“...”
Hearing those shameless words, Cheon Jo’s face went stiff.
Forget it. It’s no good to argue with this shameless bastard!
‘At least he accepted me as his ancestor.’
“But ancestor.”
This time a cold voice came from Wolryung.
“Hmm...”
“Why didn’t you help me when that thug tried to beat me up?”
“...”
Cheon Jo narrowed his eyes as he looked at Wolryung.
“Didn’t I tell you as a ghost I can’t hel...”
“Do I look like a fool to you?”
Wolryung’s eyes were wide now as he leaned forward, too close to Cheon Jo’s face.
“...”
How did this bastard know?
Of course, Cheon Jo could help. Though there were many limits. But if Wolryung gave him the permission to possess his body for a moment he could beat those bastard thugs without any problem. But he didn’t want to. Why would he?
This bastard wasn’t paying him any respect. That’s why he just wanted him to get beat up by those third class thugs. But this bastard shouldn’t know these things. So, how did he come to know it?
‘Nah, maybe this bastard is just talking nonsense again.’
Yep. That’s right. That should be the case.
“W-What do you mean? I...”
“So... you wanted your one and only descendant to get beat up by them? What if I died, huh?”
“...”
‘He looks very confident, though. Does he really know those things?’
“I-It’s not like that. It’s just...”
“Then what is it like? Explain yourself. What would people say if they heard the sword emperor wanted his descendent to get beat up and die by some third class thugs?”
Well, if they saw your behaviour they would say he did the right thing though.
“Why aren’t you talking? Did you go...”
“Young master.”
“...”
Wolryung looked behind from where the sudden voice came.
While the old man looked relieved.
‘Ah, an angel! I’m saved!’
There stood Jin Ho and the two thugs.
“The cart is ready.”
“Hmm...”
This fast?
Wolryung inspected them for a moment.
It looked like Jin Ho helped them quite a lot.
“Tch! Too soft-hearted for a protagonist.”
“Pardon?”
“It’s nothing. Let’s depart now.”
“...”
“Yes, young master.”
All of them went near the cart together.