Chapter 227: Stories of Old (pt. 3)

Calm down, I need to calm myself down.

Kang Chul-In tried his best to calm himself down and to not attack Circe immediately.

To be honest, it was safer to kill her if he wanted to keep this secret.

There would be nothing worse than if Circe went around telling the other Lords that he actually lived twice.


What’s more important is how she knows my secret.

He was too curious.

And not only that, there might be a third person that knew this secret too.

Which would mean that the best possible plan of action was to get as much information as he could from Circe, and get rid of any possible people that might know his secret.

-So, what do you think, Mr. Reincarnation of the Emperor of Blood and Iron?

At that moment, Circe’s telepathy came to Kang Chul-In.

-Do you have any intention of talking to me? Well, even though it’s true that I’m not totally eager to follow the prophecy like you said, I still have to do what I have to do. And now that you already have the Tear, it shouldn’t be too bad of a deal for you anyway.

It was true.

This time, I lost.

Kang Chul-In had to admit his loss this time.

As long as Circe knew about his secret, it was safe to say that he didn’t have control over this deal.


Even while this secret conversation was going on between Kang Chul-In and Circe, the Ninetails was still radiating a terrifying presence, ready to attack Circe at any moment.


But Kang Chul-In stepped in between the Ninetails and Circe.

“Stay back, Ninetails.”

“But husband! That witch is so arrogant in front of you! She deserves to…”

“Not now.”


“It’s alright.”


Suddenly, the Ninetails started to make moaning noises.


Rub rub.

As a message to calm down, Kang Chul-In was rubbing and patting her on the head.

“H-Husband, if you keep doing this…”

“Will you listen?”

“O-Of course… hng…”

The Ninetails moaned again.

“...Stupid fox.”

And looking at this, Circe shook her head, speechless.

“Well then, let’s talk.”

Kang Chul-In nodded at Circe.

“Alright, reincarnation of…”

“My name isn’t ‘the reincarnation of the Emperor of Blood and Iron’.”


“I’m Kang Chul-In, the Overlord of the Laputa territory.”



As he got inside the witch’s house, Kang Chul-In swore.

“To think that we wandered around for so long without knowing it was here.”


At this, Dorian also pouted.

“But, it is quite cool. To think the house was inside of a mushroom… I couldn’t have imagined it.”

The location of Circe’s house was inside some large mushroom. One that they had constantly walked past for the past two days.

“Oh, so it’s your first time inside a Jeonse mushroom?”

“...Jeonse?” [1]

Kang Chul-In asked, astonished.

“Yeah, you didn’t know?”

Circe asked.

“A Jeonse mushroom is a common place to live in for the races that live in the forest.”

The Ninetails cut in.

“They say that the Elves in the South and the Witches normally live in these places.”

“...Well then, are there monthly rent mushrooms, too?”

Kang Chul-In murmured, astonished.

“Huh? How did you know?”


“Even though lots of people also use monthly rent mushrooms too, it is less popular than the Jeonse mushroom. Since the monthly rent mushrooms are…”

“What on earth…”

Kang Chul-In was speechless.

Even though it was obviously a coincidence, he felt somewhat weird.

Why were these names so similar to the ways of living in South Korea?


“Ah, that feels better.”

Circe took off the hat and robe she was wearing.

And at this, Kang Chul-In and Dorian,


“Y-You were a witch?”

Were shocked.

It was because other than her hair, she looked exactly the same as Overlord Hecate!

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

At Kang Chul-In and Dorian’s expressions, Circe frowned.

“No, she’s different.”

Even though he was quite shocked in the beginning, Kang Chul-In realized some subtle differences.

First of all, their hair colors were different.

If Hecate’s hair was a fiery red color, Circe’s was closer to that of a wine red color. There was a difference in tone.

And also, there was a mole on Hecate’s nose that Circe didn’t have.


“Hecate is bigger.”

Kang Chul-In said.

“What is?”

Dorian asked.

“What’s bigger?”

“Her ch…”

Because Kang Chul-In involuntarily said something he wasn’t supposed to,

“Her height.”

He quickly changed his words.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, Hecate is a little taller.”

The truth was that he was talking about a certain part of a woman’s body, but he couldn’t say that when the Ninetails was next to him.

Dammit, stupid Oraclomind.

Inwardly sighing in relief, Kang Chul-In cursed at his brain’s superb abilities.

Now that Kang Chul-In had trained in the Oraclomind, he could see the smallest of differences, like now, where there was only a 0.3 centimetre difference between Hecate and Circe’s chests. Basically, he had gained the abilities of a professional tailor.

And because of the fact that in the past, he had enjoyed nights with Hecate, it was impossible for him not to realize the small differences.


At that moment, the Ninetails turned around and stared at Kang Chul-In suspiciously.

“What is it?”

“I thought you said something right now?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

“Weren’t you… going to say that Overlord Hecate had a bigger chest than Circe?”

“As if.”


“It’s a mistake.”

Kang Chul-In said in a cool manner.


Even though inwardly, he was sweating.

“Well, anyway.”

Kang Chul-In looked towards Circe.

“What are we going to do now?”

“Well, we’re going to make you look at the past again.”

“And the conversation?”

“We can talk after you look at the past.”


Kang Chul-In nodded.

“Well then, give me some time to prepare.”

Saying that, Circe disappeared.

One hour later.

“Now, this way.”

Now ready, Circe led the Kang Chul-In party to a confined, small room.

“W-What, are we going to summon a demon or something?”

Staring inside the room, Dorian said.

Inside, there were hundreds of purplish candles surrounding one bed, and there were two black and white thuribles near the top of the bed, where someone’s head would be.

“What demons?”

Circe smirked.

“That’s only something that witches that would contract demons would do, cutie.”


“What, you’re cute.”


“And your taken aback face is even cuter.”


Dorian shut his mouth as Circe stared at him like a predator looking at its prey. He was quite a pure, naive guy.

“Well then, let’s start.”

Circe said, lighting up the two thuribles that were next to Kang Chul-In who was lying down.

“The black thurible signifies the soul, while the white one signifies the mind. These two scents will help you remember your memories from your previous life. 

Kang Chul-In didn’t respond to this. Instead, he closed his eyes and waited for the ritual to begin.

“Ha, how relaxed.”

Circe shook her head,


Before chanting a spell.

After that, Kang Chul-In didn’t remember how the ritual went.


The hell, where am I?

Looking at the view in front of him, Kang Chul-In was astonished.


Currently, he was pointing a sword towards a man who was sitting on a throne.

This isn’t me.

At that moment, Kang Chul-In instinctively realized that this wasn’t him, and that he was watching from a third person’s point of view.

That was right.

He was currently inside the man who held a sword’s mind, and saw the situation through his eyes.


“The 26th Emperor of the Ancient Republic, Saturnos Berlinetta Pon Aurangzeb.”

A cold voice came out from the man with the sword.

“Today, I, Julius Berlinetta Pon Aurangzeb, will ascend the throne.”

It was a rebellion.

And it was betrayal.

After all, Julius was the son of the Emperor of the Mad Night, Saturnos.

“Kuk, kukuku…”

Saturnos laughed.

“I should have killed you earlier… Hu… this damned bloodline… I wanted to leave at least one child behind, but to think that this would cause me to just die…”

“Oh, you’re not going to ‘just die.’”

Julius said to his father, laughing.


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