I Obtained a Mythic Item

Chapter 249

Episode 249 The Story of Fathers

– Field magic in the dungeon 《An old vision of despair》 unfolds!

―Plays the trauma deep inside the user!

Jaehyun opened his eyes as soon as he heard a system message.

A dungeon that was stale and humid just a moment ago.

The scenery disappeared without a trace, and the place that appeared was a clear place in my memory.

‘It lies in my memory. That’s quite the past.’

Jaehyun had faced memories of the past several times like this.

The first time I met Hella and Hugin.

And recently through the prison of Nastrond. Jaehyun faced the ugly and weak self of the past.

It was a shocking experience.

‘After the third trial, Idun said. That is, in the end, can a person, a country, move forward? It was a test to ask if I would settle for the present and stop.’

Jaehyun learned a lot from growing Idun’s golden apple tree seeds.

The same goes for defense games.

He always faced his past in the process of learning how to move forward.

‘The past I’ll show you this time... I think it’s going to be trivial.’

Jaehyun muttered that in the dark without a voice coming out.

trauma.

It seemed that the memories he would see this time would not shake Jaehyun.

[A piece of trash.]

A voice came from somewhere.

A man with a familiar face stood in front of Jaehyun.

Hugin.

The existence that I cursed for a long time thinking of myself as my father.

He was glaring at Jaehyun with cold eyes that seemed to eat him at any moment.

An intense sensation that made the whole body stand on end. It was a landscape that would have shuddered with fear in the past.

Jaehyun shrugged.

“The trash is you.”

[You are not agitated at all.]

“Then puberty is over.”

After realizing that the voice came out again, Jaehyun answered like that.

He briefly recalled the past.

actually. The first time Jaehyun was shaken after returning was when he encountered Hugin.

The moment he faced Odin’s crow that killed his mother, Jaehyun couldn’t hold back his anger and attacked Hugin.

Even though he knew he shouldn’t, he had no choice but to do it.

It was a situation where I couldn’t keep my head cold.

The betrayal of the existence he thought was his only blood relative after his mother’s death.

It was an unbearable pain for Jaehyun.

But not anymore.

Trash who killed his mother and tried to kill himself.

A being who tricked himself for years after making him believe he was his father.

To Jaehyun now, that didn’t matter anymore.

Hougin, in my memory, started talking to Jaehyun as if it was strange when he didn’t tremble in fear at all.

[......You don’t feel fear.]

“Is it strange? The reason is simple.”

Hugin made an expression of displeasure. Jaehyun had a smile on his face.

“I’m the one who’ll kill you soon anyway. Is there any reason to be afraid?”

That moment.

Something slowly starts to fill up in Jaehyun’s eyes, and a huge divine explosion comes out.

Then, with the sound of a chaeng-gwang, the illusion that the dungeon had shown was shattered.

It was a reenactment that had become even harder after going through the hell of Nastrond.

A mental attack of this magnitude could not even scratch him.

* * *

Simcheo inside a damp dungeon.

There sat a huge shadowy beast and Hugin.

Looking at the crystal floating in front of him, Hugin was spying on someone’s trauma.

What is reflected in the crystal is none other than reproduction. He was his own son, but now he was an enemy.

Of course, the illusion magic was not a big threat to Jaehyun, whose mentality was already hardened.

Turbuck.

Jaehyun cautiously took a step back, inspecting the inside of the musty dungeon.

The people of Yeonhwa who were accompanying her a moment ago were nowhere to be seen. It seemed that they were scattered because of the false walls rising from the floor.

In the process, the robe that covered Jaehyun’s face was also torn.

Jaehyun hurriedly moved his steps.

“It looks like the dungeon itself has become a maze. I’m fine, but other people may have been affected by this illusionary magic. We must hurry.”

“It seems that the field magic here is made in such a way that you can show your trauma and not break unless you overcome it. A normal human would have a hard time resisting.”

Hella nodded and said so.

Poppy is leading the way, looking around. A strong enemy has not yet appeared, but the situation can always change.

As Jaehyun took his steps and slowly moved forward, he suddenly heard an urgent voice from somewhere.

“Four four... save me!”

“This way!”

Jaehyun, who had always turned on the magic detection, was the first to sense the survivors’ magic.

The location was close.

Jaehyun quickly used Wind Boost to move in the direction of the voice.

and at its end.

Jae-hyun encountered a completely unexpected opponent.

“...why are you here?”

“That is what I want to ask.”

A man who answers Jaehyun’s question with a question. His face was familiar.

Jaeshin Lee. The wind god’s guild master was standing there.

He even seemed to be rescuing a person in an illusion.

Jaeshin Lee asked again.

“You, a cadet, will have to explain why you are here.”

Jaehyun responded with a smile.

“However much.”

* * *

Jaesang Lee was now recalling the most terrible memory of his life.

The trauma that field magic showed him, who was isolated from the group a while ago.

It was like a nightmare I had every day.

[Grab the sword.]

It’s the same dream this time.

“Heo-eok... heo-eok...”

Lee Jae-sang kept his eyes closed, but the memories that the dungeon shows are not simple visual information.

It sometimes digs deeper than that and acts directly on the brain. No matter how much I close my eyes and cover my ears. It was unavoidable.

Lee Jae-sang had no choice but to open his eyes trembling.

There was a familiar smell of earth and iron.

It is a memory of the gymnasium. In front of her eyes, her father stood as she remembered.

“Ah father...”

[Told him to hold the sword.]

Jaeshin Lee’s words fell heavily.

Jaesang Lee stood up reflexively at those words and grabbed his sword.

It was the effect of old repetition learning.

However, Lee Jae-sang’s posture was unattractive.

Even though he had held the sword for a long time, his posture had hardly improved compared to the first time.

At most, it was only about distinguishing between hilt and blade and understanding with your head what kind of attack was effective against the enemy.

It was because of the insignificance of natural talent.

Meanwhile, the father in my memory frowned at the way Jaesang Lee held the sword.

It was a face covered in deep disappointment.

[I can’t believe you’re my son.]

“Oh father...”

Jaeshin Lee aimed his sword at Lee Jaesang with an unwavering face.

he said in a cold voice.

[Your mother also died because she was weak.]

Heart pounding. pounding.

The moment he heard those words, Lee Jae-sang’s heart started beating faster than usual.

Finally, the trauma that was located in the deepest part of Lee Jae-sang began to speak.