I Became the Successor of the Martial God Chapter 107

I Became the Successor of the Martial God

Chapter 107.  

Well, whatever.  

—Uuuuuh…….  

Yoo Baek-jun succeeded in bringing the sapling of the World Tree to the demon realm. 

He and the fairy were wandering around the demon realm, scouting out a suitable spot.  

Han Seong-ah followed behind them.  

“Young master, how was the Magic Tower?”  

“It was good.”  

“Huhu, I see.”  

Han Seong-ah smiled strangely. It was a teasing smile, somehow. Yoo Baek-jun frowned.  

“And what did you do, Instructor Han Seong-ah? I heard you were rummaging around everywhere.”  

“Oh, no, well…”  

Han Seong-ah scratched her cheek as if embarrassed.  

“It’s just… I’ve never seen an environment so filled with magic before, so I couldn’t help but get excited.”  

“I had a feeling you’d say that.”  

She had to ensure her beloved young master could spend time alone with a woman.  

On top of that, she also wanted time to satisfy her personal thirst for magical knowledge.  

The result was a combination of those two things.  

“So, are you satisfied?”  

“Yes, Jin Seo-yeon took great care of me. Normally, outsiders aren’t even allowed to wander inside the Magic Tower, let alone touch the knowledge stored there.”  

“That’s only natural.”  

“Right. But thanks to Jin Seo-yeon’s help, I was able to access some of that knowledge.”  

Han Seong-ah smiled happily.  

Thanks to Jin Seo-yeon’s assistance, she was able to attend lectures in the Magic Tower or read books—things an outsider normally couldn’t do.  

“That’s great.”  

—Uuh! Found it!  

The fairy walking ahead stopped.  

—This seems like a good spot.  

“Here? Right in the center.”  

—The center has the best balance. Huh? There’s a weird building next to it. What’s this?  

The spot the fairy chose was the exact center of the demon realm. Coincidentally, it was near where the temple had once stood—the place where Mephisto used to reside.  

“Hmm… It’s a temple we prepared in advance to enshrine the World Tree. Do you like it?”  

—No, it’s ugly. The aesthetic sense is weird.  

“…….”  

The demon realm’s aesthetic sense was being insulted.  

But it wasn’t entirely wrong. Even to Yoo Baek-jun, the temple’s appearance wasn’t great.  

It was too drab, perhaps.  

“I’ll send people later, so you can decorate it however you want. You can even tear it down if you prefer.”  

—Okay.  

What could he do if she didn’t like it?  

The fairy picked her favorite spot near the shrine and raised both arms high.  

A small sapling appeared in the air.  

—If we plant this properly like this…….  

The fairy began digging into the ground with her tiny hands.  

Yoo Baek-jun watched. This was a ritual he shouldn’t interfere with.  

—Dig this much, and then here…….  

After digging a suitable hole, the fairy carefully placed the sapling’s roots inside.  

Then, she closed her eyes.  

—Now I’ll grant it the source of life…  

Fwaaah!  

An intensely bright light burst from where the sapling was planted, dazzling enough to blind.  

Yoo Baek-jun shielded his eyes.  

And when the light subsided—  

—Done!  

The surrounding landscape had completely transformed.  

The first thing visible was a lush bloom of flowers. The barren, desolate land was now adorned with vibrant blossoms.  

And surrounding them were trees.  

“Wow…….”  

Centered precisely around the World Tree sapling, a beautiful natural environment had formed.  

Han Seong-ah, looking around, gasped in admiration.  

Though the radius wasn’t vast, just planting it had caused such a change.  

[Achievement: Let There Be Life, The Tree That Supports the World has been accomplished.]  

[Let There Be Life: You breathed life into barren land. Now, this land shall come alive.]  

[The Tree That Supports the World: At the fairy’s request, you planted the sapling of the World Tree.]  

[You have been rewarded with 1,000P.]  

And on top of that, achievement rewards.  

Yoo Baek-jun smiled contentedly.  

—Uuuh… The land is more barren than I thought? I expected it to spread further!  

The fairy stomped her feet.  

Why had the demons invaded another world in the first place? It was for their own survival.  

The Underworld had plenty of mines and magic stones, but it was too barren and desolate—an environment where plants simply couldn’t grow.  

‘And even if there are ores, they’re useless anyway.’  

That’s why they must have thought of using the overflowing magic stones, along with the corpses and souls of their dying kin, to create something like the Demon God’s Jar.  

An unforgivable act, but the reasoning behind it was understandable.  

“Can you expand the range further?”  

—What do you take me for? Hmph! I could fill this entire land with nature!  

“That sounds great. Can you do it alone?”  

—W-well, as long as there’s magic power…….  

The fairy suddenly shrank nervously.  

—I-it’s just that the sapling doesn’t produce much magic yet… It’s still young! It’ll change when it grows bigger!  

“So, you can’t do it right now.”  

—Y-yeah?  

She could’ve just asked for help nurturing the sapling, but the fairy wasn’t being honest.  

“What do you need?”  

—Magic stones! The bigger and better, the best!  

Yoo Baek-jun took out the Necromancer’s magic stone from his pocket and handed it to the fairy.  

—Thank you! I’ll put it to good use!  

The fairy grinned brightly and dug another hole next to the sapling, placing the magic stone inside.  

Fwaaah!  

Another burst of light.  

—Now we just have to wait! If you give me magic stones regularly, it’ll grow well. The more, the better.  

“Just keep supplying magic stones?”  

—No, once it grows past a certain size, it’ll need something else… I’ll tell you then.  

Yoo Baek-jun nodded.  

Truthfully, the World Tree would grow fine on its own without magic stones. It’d just take much longer.  

But fulfilling the fairy’s requests would speed up its growth significantly.  

‘If the World Tree only fully grows after I’ve grown old and died, what’s the point?’  

Might as well give her everything she asks for.  

Magic stones were abundant here anyway. Might as well pour the excess into the World Tree.  

—Huh? Uuuh?  

The fairy, who had been eyeing Yoo Baek-jun cautiously, suddenly tilted her head.  

She frowned as if trying to recall something.  

—Youuu… I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere… Ah, right!  

She then raised her hand excitedly.  

—Now I remember! You’re that man’s descendant. Ah, what was his name? Mu, Mu…….  

“Musin?”  

—Yeah! Musin! That old man!  

The fairy clapped her hands cheerfully.  

—He came to see me a long time ago. Back then, he left a book with me, asking me to pass it on.  

“I doubt he just left it without conditions.”  

—Yeah, you’re right. He told me to give it to someone who was qualified…  

The fairy tilted her head.  

—But how would I know? I don’t understand martial arts or any of that stuff.  

“So, what are you going to do?”  

—I’ll just give it to you now. You’re his descendant, after all. Doesn’t that mean you’re qualified?  

A faint smile flickered across Yoo Baek-jun’s lips before disappearing.  

The fairy giggled and rummaged through her clothes before pulling out an old book.  

“How on earth did she take that out?”  

“I don’t know. Don’t ask.”  

Han Seong-ah was startled.  

Pulling out a book bigger than her own body was understandably shocking.  

The fairy handed the book to Yoo Baek-jun.  

—Ah, right! But the old man said something else. He said those unqualified wouldn’t understand it even if they read it.  

“That sounds about right.”  

And it was true.  

The ultimate secrets contained in this martial arts book were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.  

…Or so the setting went.  

To put it in game terms, there were conditions to learning this book.  

‘Simple. Heavenly Martial Body.’  

A talent bestowed by the heavens.  

If one possessed this trait, they could learn the secret of the book without much difficulty.  

Without it, they couldn’t even attempt to learn it.  

“Hmm. Good, good.”  

Yoo Baek-jun pocketed the book.  

—Then can I play with Seol-yeong now?  

—Growl!  

Before he could answer, Seol-yeong, who had been hiding in his clothes, leaped out.  

The fairy laughed cheerfully.  

“I’ve taken care of everything I needed to. Shall we visit the hospital now?”  

The hospital, and then the funeral.  

Listening to the fairy’s laughter, Yoo Baek-jun was thinking about something entirely unrelated to the current mood.  

* * *  

And the next day.  

“…….”  

A man clad entirely in a black robe appeared in front of a hospital in Busan.  

It was Min Yi-jae.  

“What’s that?”  

“Must be a Hunter. Haven’t you seen one before?”  

“I have, but he’s so gloomy……”  

People around whispered, but Min Yi-jae paid no attention as he headed into the hospital.  

The hospital before him was famous for utilizing both modern medicine and magic to treat patients. Naturally, it was expensive.  

“…….”  

And so, it was packed with people.  

Min Yi-jae pulled his hood lower, hiding his face more carefully, then took the elevator to the hospital’s top floor.  

—Top floor, VIP ward.  

The VIP ward.  

A luxurious hospital room that cost 4 million won per day—truly extravagant.  

“Oh, you’re here?”  

“Same outfit as always, I see.”  

The staff greeted him familiarly.  

He was a man who came down to Busan whenever he had time to visit his younger sister. 

They had grown accustomed to his gloomy attire.  

“…I’ll see her briefly and leave.”  

“Of course, go ahead.”  

Min Yi-jae stopped in front of a room.  

He swallowed hard and stepped inside.  

Creak.  

The door opened, revealing the hospital room.  

Inside the luxurious room, a young girl lay surrounded by all sorts of machines.  

Min Hye-yeon of Myeongseong High School.  

The Wraith, Min Yi-jae’s only family.  

“…You’ve gotten so thin.”  

Min Yi-jae grasped his sister’s wrist.  

Compared to when she was conscious, she had withered terribly. Despite cutting-edge medicine and magic, the loss of muscle was unavoidable.  

“Two years…….”  

The length of time his sister had lain in this hospital room.  

Min Yi-jae lowered his hood.  

His purple eyes trembled.  

“…….”  

Silence filled the room.  

A brother longing for his sister, who had been unconscious for so long.  

The poignant atmosphere was—  

“Min Hye-yeon of Myeongseong High School.”  

A cold voice shattered it.  

Min Yi-jae drew a dagger like lightning and hurled it toward the source of the voice.  

The dagger shot forth—  

But there was no sound of flesh being pierced.  

“Ranker Min Yi-jae’s only family.”  

Because it had been caught by hand.  

Yoo Baek-jun, his hand clad in aura, grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into a nearby table.  

Realizing who the voice belonged to, Min Yi-jae’s eyes widened in shock.  

“Why are you here……?”  

“Two years ago, she was caught in an Emission-type Gate and fell into a coma. Since then, she’s remained hospitalized.”  

“…….”  

But only for a moment.  

Min Yi-jae’s gaze turned icy. He looked ready to cut down the man before him at any second.  

“Even back then, Min Yi-jae was a famous Hunter. So obsessed with clearing Gates that he barely ever came home.”  

“Stop talking.”  

“You never imagined your sister would be caught in a Gate while you were away, did you?”  

“One more word, and I’ll cut you down.”  

A dagger slid out from Min Yi-jae’s wrist. Magic flowed from his clenched fist, enveloping the blade in a sharp aura.  

He wasn’t bluffing. He would really do it.  

“And you’d regret leaving her side every single day because of it.”  

But Yoo Baek-jun didn’t stop.  

Swoosh!  

With a sharp sound, the dagger flew.

The blade twisted at a bizarre angle like a snake as it approached.  

Yoo Baek-jun instantly raised a sword barrier, blocking the attack and seizing Min Yi-jae’s wrist.  

“Officially, she’s in a vegetative state, but the truth is more complicated…….”  

Yoo Baek-jun smiled faintly. Min Yi-jae bared his teeth, about to activate a skill.  

“I’ll heal your sister, Min Yi-jae.”  

“What?”  

His movement halted.  

“I’ll cure her so she can wake up.”  

Once again, silence filled the hospital room.