I Became the First Prince: Legend of Sword’s Song - 318 318. 84. First Muhyun Shi (1)

He has been around for a long time.

I got as many names as I did for a long time.

He was a great ruler of the Ancients, a mighty monarch of giants, and a cunning chieftain of the Orcs. He was also a wise leader of the Dwarves and a respected king of the Fairy Clan.

There were times when I was a man and there were times when I was a woman.

At the same time, everyone was lying.

He was neither an ancient species, nor a giant, nor an oak, nor a dwarf nor an elf.

Neither the man nor the woman.

He was nothing more than a false king.

And the multitudes that followed him worshipped his false achievements and his majesty all the time.

I could always have what I wanted. If I wanted to get drunk, I could get drunk at any time.

Then I ruined it and destroyed it when I was loathed.

Even if it is a complete kingdom only after you have poured out one life completely.

That was his essence.

He was the one who caused the rift, and Dutt was the one who created the order.

It was to destroy a complete world and make the chaos that blossomed in it a source.

The finished world was merely the product of an act of greater satiety.

He took down countless worlds and ruined the impossible.

And I just ate that much confusion.

Nevertheless, he always had to suffer from a blunder.

Despite the destruction of countless completions, and the filling of the ship with chaos, he was still nothing more than an imperfect being.

Destruction was repeated to fill the breach that would neither be filled nor be filled.

Destruction was repeated to soothe thirst that had not been resolved.

But his presence was still incomplete.

I met a young man who wandered the world.

A world where someone swallows, bites, chews and excretes.

The most filthy, smelly orcs in the world.

The young were livestock bred there.

It was a naked and unspoilt crowd, but the young man’s soul shined brighter and brighter.

A brilliant and glorious glow that could not be seen by the wise Ancients, the mighty giants, or the longest living fairies.

He didn’t hesitate.

As always, I waited for the time when I was sitting in one corner of the young man’s body.

“For humanity!”

The young man broke the filthy breeding ground and woke up trembling toward the world.

He became the leader of a small group.

He watches it quietly.

An altruism that does not exist for the selfish ancient species.

A boldness that cannot be seen by a prudent giant.

A patience that the Dry Orcs couldn’t hold.

Flexibility unlike stubborn dwarves.

Colorfulness that the fairies who live a static life don’t have.

Man had all those things.

How he got so many things on that little body that all of them were amazing and wondrous.

By then he was already convinced.

It is the fact that man is the closest being to the perfection he has not reached.

But it was a possibility that was born everywhere.

The young man was so weak compared to those who ruled this world.

The small triumphs and accomplishments achieved by the young man were nothing but triumphs that could be trampled upon at any time.

He didn’t want to lose the clue of completion he found so uselessly.

“I will guide you.

So I chose to be his assistant.

Of course, this is just a temporary relationship.

When the time was ripe, all that the young man had accomplished would be his.

Even those shiny souls and hard bodies.

Waiting for that day, he helped the young man.

The young man has won numerous victories and has finally become the leader of the largest forces that resist the dominants.

From then on, he began to encroach on the soul of a sad young man.

It wasn’t easy.

In the meantime, the achievements made the young man’s soul stronger, and all he could gain in the face of that hardness was a very small and trivial part.

But he did not stop encroaching on the young man’s body and soul.

Thus, when the young man ended the great war and remained one of the five great disciples, he finally got what he wanted.

He became king again.

The world that he had created, and the world that was nearer to perfection than any other world he had destroyed, was now his.

He felt satiety and fullness that were no more.

I never doubted that everything I feel now will last forever.

I was confident that I would never again suffer from falsehood and thirst.

It was a premature judgment.

At some point he began to suffer from extreme frivolity and prejudice.

Looking around prosperous cities and territories made me feel no more proud.

Even if I hung my neck with good quality wine, even if I filled my stomach with seaweed, my insides remained empty.

He was greatly disappointed.

This time, I believed I could fill something that was lacking in me, but I was mistaken.

But disappointment didn’t last long.

His time was infinite, and one day he would find the answer.

At the same time, it also became an expectation.

It was a world closer to perfection than any other.

I was once mistaken enough to reach completion.

The chaos of such a world falling apart is probably a delicacy I’ve never felt before.

But as a result, he could not taste the delicacies he had expected.

It was all because of the soul of the young man he swallowed.

It will be a fence for humanity.

He couldn’t do anything because his salt was so desperate and clear.

It wasn’t the only one.

I tried to abandon the young man’s body several times and live as a new being.

But Burn failed.

Only through the blood of the youth and their descendants could he realize that.

He has made numerous attempts since then.

Most failed, but nothing was gained.

First, the mission that the lion had left until his death, the salt that would remain a fence for mankind, could be twisted a little.

Now the fence was built by a lion, not a human being, but is now narrowed down to a world where it belongs to him.

He immediately marched his troops out of the fence.

In an era where there was no concept of borders, when there were no fortresses and fortresses left, humans trampled on those who were not comfortable enough to imagine that they would wage war against humans.

He said to them, “Destroy all that they have done, and make void.”

But he still had his feet tied to the shackles.

The complete disappearance of that shackle was a daily occurrence after the lion’s accomplishment in life and the myth of liberation broke out.

When the myth became nothing more than a shabby old story, it was the moment when he would gain freedom.

It was time to wait and come, but life was too free to wait.

So he decided to move forward a little bit.

It wasn’t difficult.

He blindfolded the human eye and shut his mouth.

Decades and centuries are long enough for humans to forget the past.

He then broke all the records related to the great war.

All that was left was to wait for the time to come.

But when no one knew what had happened in the past, they waited for the moment to come.

It was a free time.

The battle seemed to be broken and continued for a long time.

But it was meaningless in front of hundreds of years, no matter how tough and impolite.

The time is ripe.

The weary shackles were about to break too.

Freedom was right in front of my nose.

If it wasn’t a small country set up in the North. If a new myth had not been born there, he would have finally gained freedom.

But unfortunately, the freedom that came before my nose disappeared as far as that lie.

When a new myth arose in the north, he realized that the shackles that had loosened were tightened again.

He was furious, and poured out his fury upon a small country in the North.

Persistently knocked on the small country and knocked again.

At the same time, on the other hand, he cut down the shoots so that the same thing would never happen again.

Mana Hart.

It had to erase its power from this world, like the power that the weak could confront the powerful rulers, the source of all the myths of the world.

It wasn’t easy. It was almost impossible.

It was the sharpest saber that man had ever made, Manahart.

And man was a people who would never want to leave his sword with his bare hands.

At least I had to hold a weapon comparable to a bayonet.

At the end of the day, a decent sword came into my hands.

It was a miracle called the Mana Chain.

Of course, the Mana Chain was not worth replacing the Mana Heart from the beginning.

But the possibility was sufficient.

He supported and invested enormously in that possibility.

And spread the fruits to the world.

Humans were very fond of the new autopsy.

I don’t know how sharp the caribou they used to hold, and I don’t know that the new caribou will never reach the same place as the knights of the past.

Without hesitation, I left my constitutional autopsy and took a new autopsy.

Time passed again.

It was relatively recent that even the myth born in the north was forgotten, and the small country in the north, which was persistently resisting, finally kneeled before his army.

He thoroughly trampled on the small country of the North.

And the shackles were loosened.

Enough to break it as much as you want.

And even then, he disappeared at some point.

All that was left now was to slaughter the flock and burn down the fence.

It was time for the sheep to scream and fill their bellies with the meat.

That’s how he put the sheep on the table the moment he grabbed the knife.

He was once strong enough to threaten his country, but now a young prince of the Northern Kingdom has appeared before his eyes.

Even the gloriousness of any soul that faced it long ago was nothing but a firefly in front of the sun compared to that of a young prince.

Pathetic. Poor. It was in jeopardy. It was cold.

It was solid. It was strong. It was solid. It was hot.

It was soft. It was beautiful. It was lovely.

It was hard. It was terrible. I was afraid.

It was bright. It was dark.

In front of the shifting radiance of his soul, he was completely fascinated.

Just looking at it became a long-suffering aircraft without permission.

Just facing it, the millennial faults and thirst have vanished.

Tom was upset.

I wanted to have a glowing soul and a vibrant body.

I thought I could achieve true completion this time.

I wanted to take all that even now.

Reaching out was something I could do right away.

But he didn’t.

Hiding greed and aspiration in his heart, he pledged:

The young prince’s soul was certainly the first precious thing he saw in itself.

Over time, it was bound to become more precious.

That was the moment when he gained completion in his hands.

The young prince went back without staying long.

The free day began again.

But he was no longer encouraged.

It was also not empty.

Rather, the day was not so much fun.

He waited for a reunion with the young prince to meet again at any time.

I hoped that the spirit of the prince I met would shine more gloriously.

I wasn’t just waiting.

I pushed the sheep beyond the fence.

For a prince who has not yet done all that, even Murdimoun’s teeth are threatening.

New flesh rises above the wounded flesh, and the broken bones become stiffer and harder.

The prince will be so strong that the sheep will not dare.

His soul will become more precious.

Soon his patience was fruitful.

His name resounded throughout the world.

“Dawn Knight, Idrian Leonberger.

When I heard the name, he thought it was very sophisticated.

It was another name for the fire that burned from the first world he collapsed to the last, another name for hope that was rarely extinguished.