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The 31st Piece Turns the Tables Chapter 392

Episode 392


The night crows shoot forward like flesh thrown by a protest.



Fist clashed with fist.

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A devastating shock wave.

In an instant, my son-in-law was struck by a strong wind.

Huh oh …

“big …”

“… rough.”

Just as the taste of the same dish varies greatly depending on its ingredients, the power that the same night crow can exert varies depending on who is cooking it.

Jamard was overwhelming in that part. What is encouraging is that they are fighting without being pushed back too much.

The two face each other and then step back and clap their hands.



[Use slime armor.]

[Reduces attribute damage received by 30% for a certain period of time and becomes resistant to physical damage.]


A shell made of black slime was covered over the clothing of snowfall.

[Jammade’s magic: Uses sand dust.]

[When a physical collision occurs, a shock wave creates sand dust.] [If

the user inhales sand dust other than the user, he or she will gradually slow down.]

Both of them are determined to fight and hit each other. Prepared. Their abilities were very different, but in the process of influencing each other, their warlike tendencies became a common denominator.

A slightly smaller night crow burrowed into the arms of a larger night crow.

Jamard’s size could not be fully captured in the eyes.

‘… big.’

This big man was next to Kang Seol. What made countless impossible things possible was interest.


Gratitude is later, now is the time to overcome.

– A fight between bare body and bare body? aha! You’re talking about a fight between martial artists. In fact, humanity’s struggle began from there.

Toki was his teacher even in his dreams. Although these were days in a dream that I did not recognize, my respect for him was sincere.

He always made the snowfall move forward.


– Did I tell you? You were born with special powers. When facing a martial artist, keep your eyes on his or her eyes.

– yes? Not a limb?

– There are a total of 4 limbs! do you have 4 eyes?

– That’s not true, but…

– You can block attacks that are fired with your innate senses. What is important is the hit he is aiming for. Aiming means seeing. Understanding that is the top priority.

– … look into the eyes.

– Yes, of course, this only applies to snowfall. If you teach the same thing to other people, they will get beaten up and killed in the night.



A forearm the size of a house pillar was viciously digging in from the outside.


lowering one’s posture was a planned response. It was impossible to attack the lower body and knock him down like this due to the weight difference, so I had to find an opening.

And the gap was always created in the gap between counterattack and counterattack.

– I’m going to use my knees.


Eyes on the other person’s gaze.

Knees are up.



I even put my arms on my knees and used them as stepping stones to get closer to Jamad.

– Slap it.

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Sand dust rose.

A blow so deafening.

Jamard raised his other arm to block the attack.

“… It’s pretty good.”

Jamard was very relaxed.


The other person’s eyes pointed out his weakness. I had to leave like this.



The snowfall recedes and stops.

“Did you cook it yourself?”

“… I learned it.”

“You learned it well…”

Conversation is just a means to catch your breath, it doesn’t stop the struggle.



Clapping hands at the same time.

[In the wilderness….]

[Jammard’s mountain spell: Uses dust explosion.]

[Inflicts an impact equal to the accumulated sand dust.]

[Interrupts the target’s spell casting.]


A shock wave exploded from the mouth.


[Spell casting fails.]

[Spells cannot be used for a moment.]


A figure as big as a mountain came running towards me.

The damage was not severe, but orders were blocked.


The darkness blocked Snowfall’s path to protect her.

“Get out of the way!”


Jamard’s fist pierced the shadow’s chest, creating a path.

Although it was only an application of fighting techniques at best, it had tremendous destructive power.


There was no snow in the place I checked through the open chest of the darkness.


Snowfall that appears in Jammad’s blind spot, close to the body of the Shadowfly.


‘When you’re sure, stretch out!’

I bent my back and kicked Jamard in the face.


‘It went in properly!’

No, it was by snowfall standards.

Jamard frowned in shock and snatched Kangseol’s foot.



Jamard crashes down onto the floor.


What you see is an elbow.

Snowfall was falling into the solar plexus.

[Use the shadow extension.]

[Move to a position within one step.]


I barely escaped being caught in the shadows.



Two other shadow creatures rushed towards Jamad.



Jamard blows away the body of the darkness with a single strike.

“Go away, flies!”

“Haa… haa….”

Kangseol stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

It was certain.

Even though it was fake, Jamard wasn’t really trying to kill Kang Seol.

It seemed like he just wanted to be convinced. Why did Kang Seol choose such a reckless path? Did you put in the effort and spend 2 years on it?

But on the contrary, Kang Seol had to defeat him. To prove your choice.


‘… It’s a monster.’

Jamard goes out of his way to dismantle the creatures of darkness and cancel their summons.

It was an overwhelming force.

Even though he suppressed his specialty magic as much as possible, it was still like this.

“There has been growth, but this is not enough.”


“Snowfall… What forced you to choose? “Why did you leave alone?”

Jamad asked Kang Seol, who had once left for a place that could not be reached.

“… Because there are some things you have to do alone.”

“gibberish! We were brothers! Ambition too! We deserve to share the hardships together! But why…”

Kang Seol answered with calm eyes.

“Even if you are a brother, you cannot replace everyone.”

“I will fulfill your ambition…”

His eyes became a little sad.

“You’re just waiting for a future that depends on you, Jamard.”

“What does that matter! Between brothers…”

“If that happens… if you just rely on it to get it… that’s not ambition. “It was meant to be that way.”


“I hoped ambition would remain ambition, Jamard. “You would have understood.”

“… damn it.”

Understanding your ambitions and goals.

How could Jamard, who understands the value of desire better than anyone else, not know that?

He couldn’t criticize Kang Seol’s attitude of wanting to achieve something on her own.

Jamard was unable to answer in the end.

Kang Seol suddenly had this thought.

I wonder if I will be able to challenge for ascension someday if I continue to have powerful summons like this.

The expectation that I will be able to walk the path that the 10 horses took.

But what came back was denial.

‘If you walk the same path, the same future will just repeat itself.’

Reach ascension and also fail. The same future couldn’t repeat itself.


Jamard kept his mouth shut and walked slowly.

“You create your own destiny without relying on me… That’s a good thing. One…”



His muscles screamed.

“Then prove it to me. That you deserve it.”

Jamard took off his shackles.



He struck the ground and the mountain shook.

“I mean, show me! “Everything you saw!”

“I think so!”

I couldn’t relax anymore.



Grief turned into a sword.


And then Snowfall changed into black clothes.

[Fantasy season: Yasha (夜叉) is used.]

[It is burdensome due to the lack of status.]


As the lightning flashed, the mask of the smiling mouth was placed on the middle of Kangseol’s nose.

[Embrace the Yasha’s senses.]

[Empact the Yasha’s memories.]

[Follow the Yasha’s movements.]

[Gain the Yasha’s power.]

[Spell reaction speed increases.]

Numerous sentences This followed.


[Meteor shower! If you maintain the meteor shower state, enlightenment will continue to come to you.]

Terrible memories and suffering were overwritten.

A process that all yakshas went through.


But now it was different.

A ray of light was there.





Snowfall barely blocked Jamard’s blow. Jamard suddenly became serious.

Even though he became a Yaksha, he could not easily withstand the blows of Jamad, who had become stronger.

His eyes were conveyed beyond the breath during the confrontation.

Jamard did not have murderous intentions. He just wants to feel. We want to breathe together.

Snowfall’s determination and his fighting spirit.




We each made moves we thought of.

‘…I can see the way. This is… the world seen by Yaksha.’

No, it was the world Yurim saw.

It was as if he was giving me the correct answer and solution.



The cry of a clear sword.

Jamard’s expression gradually changed. From aversion to amazement and from amazement to contempt.

“At best…”


“Only for this kind of power!”

Whoa whoa!



“Did you…waste your time?”

No, it was not a power so weak that it could be disparaged as some kind of power.

It’s just that Snowfall has not yet adapted to the power of Yasha.

“Haa… haa….”



When I snapped my fingers, a shadow came out.

[Use the black flower.]

[The shadow hand strikes repeatedly. The damage per attack is the same as the Shadow Hand, and when hitting the same target, 20% additional damage is applied for each successive attack.]


Bubble bubbung-!

Jamard swings his fists one after another and explodes all the shadow hands.

“This is how you use your remaining talents!”


[Jammard uses Mountain Spell: Rock Flower.]

[Summons multiple rock fists that deal acid damage.]


A lot of fists bigger than the shadow of the snowfall were created.



I had to move as if my back would break as they dug in without stopping.



‘… uh?’

Somehow I felt like I was getting used to this view.

My movements gradually became more stable.


A fist of rock scraped past my forearm.


Did Yurim see the world through these eyes? No, we would have always lived in this kind of world.

And I would always grit my teeth to get there.

The pain and suffering she experienced came flooding back.

I thought of her even in desperate moments when I faced an enemy more powerful than ever.

It wasn’t something I overlooked, but as a result, it caused an unexpected situation.


When I hit the rock fist, it shattered, exposing Jamaard’s forearm.

It came by cleverly blending into the flow of magic.

He was just around the corner.

The world is filled with jamade.

With his momentum and his strength.

“It’s over… snowfall.”

At that moment, the flame of the yaksha flew.


Kang Seol has experienced this feeling quite a few times.

A feeling as if time has stopped along with phantom pain.

It feels like the world is in a black and white photograph.

Everything stopped.

Jamard’s vicious face and his huge body stopped for a moment.

What was different from before was that this time, not even the snow could move.

However, the head slowly creaked and turned.

There she was.

Food sound…

Food sound…

“Seol, come here.”

Kang Seol himself was there too.

“What is it?”

It’s a memory.

Memories were coming back.

‘At that time…’

It was winter when everything stopped.

A chick fell from a crow’s nest into the snow.

All the other crows stopped moving and died.

Yurim placed the small child struggling in the snow on her palm.



A baby crow struggling.

It was so small and fragile.

“Will I die like this?…”



She always regretted the death of life.

It is said that lost lives often appear in her nightmares.

“… It’s like us.”


“It’s just like us.”

She laughed bitterly.

The crow was still struggling on the palm of his hand. And soon it stopped still.

He didn’t freeze to death. It’s just that lives have been lost as we keep pace with the world coming to a halt.

“The way they desperately try to live… The way they end up trying to live in the end is just like… us.”


The memories of that winter came back clearly.

The words she said seemed to come to life at this moment and seep into me like breath.

“Seol-ah, we must…”


Happy laughter.

“Let’s be happy…”


Winter has disappeared.

The frozen time will soon end. The difference from before is that a small line has appeared.

A very small line.

I stretched out my arms towards the small line.

The price… was great.



Fortunately, it was a miss.

Still, the pain was so intense that I couldn’t breathe.

My chest sunken in.

Recovery seemed to take time.

“Woo -wook … Woowei ….

” Jamard stopped and faced the snowfall.

It wasn’t a mercy not to chase after Snowfall and finish it off.

The expression of contempt changed once again.

This time it was a cool laugh.


Blood burst out from his side.

There was blood in the grief.


Jamad used his shadow to stop the bleeding.

“This is something this body is not used to… As expected, you were good at this.”

“… Let’s continue.”


“Now I have some expectations.”

The story of that winter continues.

I have no intention of breaking down here.

Because I promised her.

What Yurim left behind was not just strength.

A value that goes beyond ambition.

It’s a promise.

“Jamade, it’s the end… I’m going to see the end here…”

“… ….”

Jamad laughed as if he was crazy.

“That’s right, ahhh! Don’t do that! snowfall! “That’s how I know you!”

He looked pained when Kang Seol started bleeding.

He laughed only after he had bled.

“…My brother.”

The 31st Piece Turns the Tables

The 31st Piece Turns the Tables

The 31st Piece Overturns the Game Board, The 31st Piece Turns the Board
Status: Completed
Ever since he was young, Kang Seol had strange dreams every night. In his dreams, he was an adult wearing a mask and strange clothing in a peculiar world. ‘Alright, it’s time to roll the dice.’ The game in his dreams, ‘The World of Eternity’, in which he created and controlled character pieces on the table, was his refuge and his passion… maybe even his entire world. He enjoyed rolling the dice with the strangers in his dreams. He was happy… “How dare this insect not know its place and sneak into the heavens?” …until he became a piece on the tables himself.


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