Possessing Nothing Novel (쥐뿔도 없는 회귀)

Chapter 82 - Shaolin

Perhaps it was because of the robe he was wearing, but the guard at the gate bowed his head and asked him politely,

"Where are you going?"

Braden was a city that was heavily influenced by the Shaolin Temple. Lee Sung-min would be treated respectfully in Braden as long as he wore those robes, even if he wasn't a real member of the Temple.

"I'm going to Drimoor."

The guard nodded at Lee Sung-min 's answer. Lee Sung-min passed the gates on foot. Even if Braden and Drimoor are relatively close cities, it will take a month if you walked without riding a horse.

The reason he initially came down to Shaolin so suddenly was to run an errand for Grandmaster Bulyoung. He was to pass a note to the Volcanic Waves Sect in Drimoor. Originally, Jihak was supposed to do the job, but he had handed it over to Lee Sung-min as a way to repay for teaching him.

The Volcanic Wave Sect is one of the oldest traditional Daoist sects that is famous for swordsmanship. Although the style is famous and similar in power to Shamanic styles, most people consider the Volcanic Sword to be slightly inferior to the Shamanic Sword. The traditional Big Dipper style versus the more modern Great Mountain style. Great Mountain is Shaolin, and Big Dipper is Shamanic. There is no Volcanic Sect involved.

Although it is considered to be a bit inferior, the Volcanic Sword is different from the Shamanic Sword from its core. Volcanic swordsmanship is elegant and graceful, with circular swings and gorgeous movement. On the other hand, Shamanic swordsmanship favored weight and blunt force instead of splendor, and consistency over change.

Originally, a volcanic wave is called a volcanic wave because it originates from a volcano. However, this is Jungwon's story. Since Eria lay at a moderate height above sea level, there were no volcanoes there. Despite this, Shaolin named a mountain a volcano and established the main school there.

It was a good time to finish off his stay in the temple. The ambassador's errand was only an excuse. Although his time in Shaolin was valuable, Lee Sung-min had a reason to go to Drimoor. It was because he had to meet Denir, the god of time, as Mush had asked him to.

"Nevel."

The sun was going down as he walked away from the gates. After preparing to stay in the wild for a while, Lee Sung-min called Nevel. In the entirety of his three-year stay in the Shaolin Temple, he had never gotten in touch with Nevel.

"Long time no see."

Nevel, who soared out from the shadows, seemed to have remained unchanged even though so much time had passed. He bowed toward Lee Sung-min. Lee Sung-min glanced at the unchanged Nevel, and opened his mouth.

"Please connect me to Selgerus."

"Okay."

Nevel didn't ask what happened over the past three years. He went into the shadow of Lee Sung-min and hid inside. After a while, the space in front of Lee Sung-min was torn into shreds.

"I thought you were dead."

Just like Nevel, Selgerus did not change much either. As a dark elf, she aged much more slowly than humans did. Lee Sung-min smiled bitterly.

"Did you want me to die?"

"Of course not, Lots of things have changed. Then again, humans grow a lot older in three years. "

Selgerus said as she took off the thick gloves she was wearing. She asked, rubbing her sweaty hands on her apron.

"Are you calling me to report your survival?"