Doctor’s Rebirth

Episode 1084: Ten Thousand Swords

Mangong.

It is one of the forbidden magic arts.

However, it does not stir up the inner energy of the person who learns it and leads to the state of magic.

It does not stir up one’s temper and make one enjoy blood and slaughter.

Only one.

memory.

It stirs memories.

The closer you get to Daesung, the more you can read his memories through the skin on his face.

So… it’s a mask.

All humans act out sadness, joy, and sympathy through their facial skin.

Most of them are lies to enter society.

Laugh when you need joy, cry when you need sadness, get angry when you need anger.

Humans live day after day, losing even what their true feelings are.

The facial skin is the first mask a person receives and is a mask that must be worn until death.

Sima Xuan likes to wear other people’s masks.

The more I wear a mask, the more my memories become mixed up.

When memories are mixed up, the ego is also mixed up.

In the image, Sima Xuan danced and sang among the countless masks.

‘Oh, who was I?’

But there are two empty seats in the audience.

Two digits.

Two people.

It seems like he was important to me.

It looks like they even gave up their invitation seat.

But they can’t come.

Instead, the masks became the audience, so I guess that’s what happened.

Soon, the audience started applauding and coming on stage.

The first mask is attached to Sima Xuan’s face.

A second mask was attached.

With each addition, a person’s life is added.

Is it because I have never killed a good person?

It was all the lives of wicked people.

Still, it was fun.

The pleasure one gets from the carnage committed by the wicked soaks the brain and sets it on fire.

It makes even the fingertips tremble from the unbearable pleasure.

‘Ah, I guess I only killed bad guys.’

A thousand masks are filled with a thousand evils.

At this moment, Sima Xuan was a person who harbored a thousand evils.

fun.

When this evil reaches its end.

What happens to ‘me’ when I wear all these masks?

That play –

every time the mask is put on, the stage shakes and cracks.

‘I see. ‘This isn’t reality.’

Even in an ego-shattering dream, genius was able to distinguish between reality and dreams.

This stage is Sima Xuan’s imaginary world.

Even though it is not reality, it is in some ways more important than reality.

I felt that if this place collapsed, it would never return to its original state.

But guess what?

It’s so much fun.

Sima Xuan laughed amidst the distortion.

Smile and laugh and laugh.

The final mask approaches. As

the mask

approaches, the stage shakes.

The clown felt that destruction was coming soon.

Ah, you are the thousandth.

Thousand (千) will soon mean thousand (天).

In the end, it was a ritual that led to infinity –

he did not know what would happen to him when he wore the mask of the thousandth villain.

Although I don’t know.

Still, it’s fun.

Opening the infinite, Sima Xuan lifts the final mask.

Dalkak –

The mask of the recently killed person.

‘Show me your life.’

Curiosity consumes him.

I am the one who overturns all the evil in the world, so

the ancient evil is here now… At that moment, Sima

Hyeon, who

was going crazy, saw white eyes in his eyes.

It fluttered and fell, like the feathers of a white bird.

Why?

‘Why is something like this entering my mind?’

This was something that even his genius could not understand.

Snowflakes were falling in the broken image.

Snowflakes blink and fall like fireflies, wet the floor and soon melt and disappear.

It’s a fleeting fate –

but it’s also a moment to look away.

Sima Xuan completely grasps the mask and slowly places it on his face.

If you go, you can feel the skin inside.

It was natural. It is made of human skin.

Because it was really that person’s life.

‘Ah… it’s snowing again…’

I feel winter coming into my shattered mind.

A chill comes in to stop him, to freeze him.

But Sima County is happy.

Unable to bear it, he reveals his face to the mask.

Click –

The stage began to collapse with the sound of the ego collapsing.

The imagery ends.

The darkness there began to creep in.

[Ah, finally. Is the seal finally being released?…]

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

But it’s over.

This world.

why?

I don’t know. But I felt like I knew.

The broken self is simply cut into pieces and buried in the darkness.

Sima County was torn to pieces.

Sima County is on fire.

There is no Sima County.

Ma Hyeon….

Hyeon….

is black (玄).

Empty.

At that moment –

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh –

the darkness opens.

It occurred to me that the night sky, which I thought was empty, was somehow filled with many things.

Each black abyss seemed to contain the malice of the world.

Ah, I see.

When we say the night sky is beautiful, we are talking about the stars, not the darkness outside.

Actually, the night sky is full of darkness.

The brighter the stars, the more we forget how dark and vast the darkness actually is.

The light in which the soul burns in madness is what we call a star –

we are fire moths running towards destruction and throwing ourselves into madness.

Sima Xuan sees the truth at that moment.

How do humans exist?

What are we running towards?

What is this world made of?

Madness dances behind life and death.

Is the world ending?

fun.

Only joy remains with him.

A thousand evils bloom and open the back of the world.

Sima Hyeon waits for himself to completely melt away.

Because it’s fun that way.

Then… snowflakes fall again.

Why?

Snowflakes are falling, blinking like fireflies in this darkness that no longer has any imagery.

A fleeting chill that will melt and disappear when it touches the ground.

It lands on what I think is Sima Xuan’s forehead…

Sima Hyun thinks.

‘No matter what my brother says, I can’t leave.’

Who was your brother? I don’t remember.

But it has already melted.

[You know very well that no matter what is said, nothing will change.]

An old voice whispers.

Now it is meaningless to talk about affection or benevolence.

Because he has already melted.

He knows that he will soon become a doomsday darkness and that old malice will consume him.

Sima Xuan reached the truth and learned what the other side of this world was.

I also found out why my brother rewinds the world.

Maybe it’s where my brother came from.

‘Who was your brother?’

Even though I received the truth, I still can’t remember the name.

Sima Hyeon realizes that his essence has melted into pieces and is saddened.

‘Soon you won’t even be able to think about this-‘

Bloom in full bloom.

The darkness of the night sky.

At that time, the snowflake had a voice.

He started shouting as if he was protesting.

That voice reaches me like a final will that burns my life.

The will of the eyes.

He touched a piece of it that was smaller than the fingernails of his last self.

Genius interprets the voice even during this time.

interpret it.

-Hyuna! Ha-ryun beats Cheonsalseong, but you… Oh my! This is why I can’t help but worry! Hyuna! Hyuna! Wake!

‘…uh? what?’

Who is Ha-Ryun?

What is Cheonsalseong? Who is worrying about me?

Why that damn guy?

At that moment, the darkness began to stir.

what? what? what? What is Ha-Ryun? Why that damn guy? why?

What am I doing wrong? Why why why why why?

At that moment, Sima Xuan made a sound that came from unconsciousness.

“My brother still thinks I’m a kid! uh! Ha-Ryun trusted that bastard like that! ok! Me too! “I’m all grown up!”

jealousy.

Surprisingly, the ancient evil began to be pushed aside by Sima Xuan’s intense anger.

[This… how…?]

I don’t know who is speaking.

You may not even know how you are changing.

Sima Xuan succeeds in forgetting the truth through jealousy.

forget it

Even though I know that the moment I get caught up in this emotion of jealousy, I can miss a truth that is more important than a thousand gold.

Even though I know that the joy may not come any more!

“…!”

At that moment, something began to strongly suppress Sima Xuan’s ego.

[Mortal. Sleep.]

Sleepy.

I’m drowsy… pouring out.

A powerful drowsiness that cannot be compared to before…!

However, Sima Xuan shouted as if he was resisting.

“gaga! “You’re really doing this aaaah—!”

Coo coo coo coo coo!

The darkness clears. The broken image began to return.

[Can human jealousy suppress madness and close the door to truth? Nonsense. That’s ridiculous!]

What do you need to know?

I have to stand out the most.

[Jealousy is the most foolish emotion. How dare that feeling confront me?]

There is no telling how the world will be destroyed.

I have to look my best.

‘To whom?’

Only then did Sima Hyeon realize.

‘brother?’

and. resist.

Break it.

Sima Hyeon, who had melted, crawls out of the darkness.

Regenerate the burned self and put together the fragmented self.

Sima Xuan thought.

‘Why am I worse than that bastard?’

Finally.

The door closes.

A thousand masks fall into place and Sima Hyeon looks at his own face.

A confused voice said.

[You’re crazy. it’s crazy! I never would have thought that there would be someone who would overcome the ancient call with jealousy alone.]

But the old evil laughs as if it is rather amused.

‘…?’

[Night sky. The one who received the piece that symbolizes me in the name….]

The faint sounding voice becomes bubbles and explodes.

A voice that would have already lost all sense to an ordinary person.

But Sima Xuan didn’t care.

Blood flows from the hole.

Just hearing your voice shook my heart.

But the night sky ran away.

There are things more important than madness.

It’s light.

Burn the emotion of jealousy and run towards the light.

I know that everyone hates, suffers, and despises it.

If love is a round shape that embraces everyone, then faith is a square shape like a wall.

On the other hand, jealousy is so sharp that it stings both others and me.

For some reason, shiny things like hope, pride, and faith were never given to him as a child.

That was the bottom of Hangzhou.

Contempt instead of praise.

Hate instead of love.

Flogging instead of education.

A child who grew up like that.

When I came to my senses, I didn’t learn how to have pretty emotions.

All the other children had it easy, but it wasn’t easy for Sima Hyun himself.

Even though my head knew it, my heart didn’t know it.

Still, something was needed to move forward.

Motivation to put in effort. That is, emotions.

Because emotions are fuel and people do not move without burning them.

Even an ignorant child who knows nothing knows that.

However, a child who did not receive proper love, praise, or education always lacked something to burn.

The desire to survive is an important motivation, but if you burn it all the time, your vitality will eventually be reduced.

So, young Sima Hyeon would bring out his most burning emotions.

It’s not pretty.

It didn’t even sparkle.

After burning, the smoke was so acrid that there was rarely a good ending.

jealousy.

The feeling of always comparing yourself to others and not wanting to lose.

But Sima Xuan didn’t hate himself like that.

Because I had to move forward.

Jealousy was coal.

Every time I rode it, it made acrid smoke.

It always caused pain to the person who burned it.

But if this is all.

If all I could feel was these ugly things.

‘are you okay. ‘Let’s run.’

Burning it all down, the child started running.

‘It’s been like that since I was young. The brightest things were always not mine.’

But this time…

[Even if we made it this far. It must be difficult to remember the name. It is impossible to remember one’s true nature with only the emotion of jealousy.]

The voice says.

[As a mortal, he seems to have put up quite a bit of resistance, but he too is the last one.]

‘….’

But the man does not give up and searches for the answer.

If that’s the only fuel you have, burn it.

It doesn’t matter how acrid or black the smoke is.

Coal.

Didn’t my brother tell me that coal and diamond are actually the same ingredients?

The only difference is the arrangement.

Who am I?

‘Sama Hyeon(玄)’.

A man whose name is the distant, black night sky.

said the voice.

[You guy. You really have become an interesting being!]

Sima Xuan’s hair swells.

Finally-

‘…I wonder if I, this ugly person, can one day become a diamond.’

The distant night sky began to turn over due to the will of one person.