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The content will be more Chinese, but for ease of reading I will type the name as the artist's name so there will be no confusion.

Tyrant...

This name was the nickname of a young man who had been recorded in ancient history for thousands of years as a person who had killed more than tens of thousands of innocent humans and experts. With the dark power he obtained from making a life-long contract with the devil race without considering the rules and customs of the great and small masters, whether it was right or wrong.

Later, when the tyrant obtained the devil's power and possessed it as he wished. Instead, he trusted that he would be accepted by many experts as having great power that could not be defeated. But when the tyrant entered the sect, he was driven out by his fellow sage and many large and small sage sects where he studied, including all the villagers in the area who viewed him as an abomination just because of his wealth. He traded his life for the devil race because he wanted the same power as other experts.

The tyrant who was banished from his village had to escape the curse of everyone who only cursed and cursed each other for their lack of human kindness. The tyrant burst into tears and sobbed in his chest and took refuge in a cave of trees. Tyranny every day from dawn to sunset.

This little tyrant just sat and practiced calming his mind, but there was no way this little tyrant could stop the burning anger from the evil spirits in his body. A hot fire of rage had been aroused in the heart of the tyrant ever since, and there was no way to calm it down any longer.

The foolish little tyrant used his current devil power to train himself to double his dark master power. The tyrant felt an endless amount of power from his inner body. In his once clean heart, the young tyrant decided to turn his back on the virtues that he had always been faithful to and was ready to turn towards dark forces and various occult techniques that were not all white paths in order to settle his revenge. that he had experienced in an unforgettable way

The tyrant's body, which was previously weak enough to defeat the sacred stone, became stronger than before as all the vengeful spirits moving within the tyrant's body were growing with the tyrant's fury. The strange inscriptions on the tyrant's body at this time were all curses carved from the tyrant's internal flesh and blood at the hands of more than a thousand vengeful spirits hidden within the tyrant's body.

The tyrant's spirit began to decline. When thirsty for water, they drink only the blood of animals in the forest to survive. When hungry, they will kill rats in caves or nearby animals and eat them raw as food.

The tyrant fled from everything that was evil in him and went into the forest to live in the tree cave, the sacred cave of the forest, for ten years. The tyrant practiced his technique every day and every night without stopping until his hair, which was once shiny and black, was subjected to the power of both the devil race and the vengeful spirits within him that were waiting to devour the tyrant's body every day. Until it changed from being black to having white patches interspersed with roots all over the head.

The tyrant, day by day since he received his power, his body began to lose its humanity until he could no longer control his body or pull it back to its original form. The tyrant's raging bonfire had become the best food for the vengeful spirits within him to become even more powerful than before.

It slowly devoured from his flesh to his bones and up to every vein of his body. And to the last, the strongest tyrant's body, his tyrant's heart essence, could not resist the power of these murderous ghosts.

The tyrant's entire essence soul had been completely destroyed by the dark power. All that was left was an empty body and a soul box that was no longer possessed by the true tyrant's soul.

Thousands of vengeful spirits who gained strength from devouring the tyrant's body began to fight against each other, hoping to take over this body instead. But no one dared to fight against the most powerful spirit, and in the end, this tyrant's body was taken over by a new spirit from then on. The young tyrant, fully in his devil form, created a divine weapon for himself, using all of the demonic power and vengeance of the spirits to fuse together with the tyrant's blood that had been cut out from his palm in a single night. only

The weapon was as beautiful as a heavenly weapon. Its name was a 'Trident' and it was as big and tall as the tyrant in his devil form right now. The power of the trident cannot be fully expressed orally. The particle weapon emits a deadly aura so dense that there is no way out. A strong, muscular body wrapped in black robes, leaving his long hair clinging to his back, walking out of the Tree Cave after 10 years since he had left as a user of devil power.

Every step the tyrant took was death and destruction. The once beautiful flowers and trees from the Sacred Forest had withered and died as if they had been without nutrients for months. All the wild animals, big and small, died, emitting a putrid odor, no different from animals that had been dead for many days. The tyrant's footprints were stained with bright red blood from the animals he had eaten.

Crimson blood was eaten instead of drinking water and was sometimes sprinkled on the body to satisfy the vengeful spirits, making them more powerful than the real mind.

This tyrant was no longer a weak tyrant, traveling to every territory to kill every expert in every sect. The tyrant fought dozens of battles with skilled masters and was never defeated. He became famous throughout the land for his fearsomeness. The endless rage from within radiated power, causing the tyrant's body to only increase in power.

Many humans have died because of his evil, which only means "kill" and "kill".

All the stories that many realms and many Immortal Families encountered caused many great and small Immortal Sects to come and arrange a meeting to kill this tyrant before he became a threat to other realms that did not know the story. but not a word was spoken of this tyrant's story. The conference hall that was intended for the conference sect master was destroyed by the tyrant, leaving no remains for the Saint Disciples to view their master differently.

Many Saint Disciples who had encountered the power of tyrants in hundreds of lives had to face a strong tyrant himself as if they had encountered a huge mountain that could not be toppled. No matter which sect's expert power, they could not resist the demonic power combined with the vengeance of many spirits. All the Saint Disciples of every family, large and small, were all killed like vegetables and fish for the great tyrant to drain their souls and eat as snacks to relieve their tiredness.

When the matter reached the nine heavens The Great Heaven Gods saw the evil that was spreading throughout the land and were so agitated that the four gods in the four quadrants were unable to control them and had to flee on the same level of life and death. No matter which god was sent to fight against the tyrant, they would only be defeated and lost on one side.

The Great God of Heaven began to lose his wits.

But the great Heavenly Dragon God of the Heavenly Dragon Clan who had been practicing for tens of thousands of years volunteered to kill the tyrant by himself along with all the gods present. None of the descendants of the Heavenly Dragon Clan could accept or be happy with this offer of the Heavenly Dragon God. But not before they could interact with each other. In the blink of an eye, a formidable tyrant rose from the surface of human soil and trampled on the surface of the white heavenly clouds of the gods.

The blood from the wild beast combined with the countless vengeance and anger fires within him, dripping drop by drop onto the cloudy ground with every step he took. The Heavenly Ceremony Grounds changed from Clean, white, blood-red clouds spread across the heavens, causing their footsteps to turn into thunder that thundered across the vast land. The Mara Tribe saw the good deeds towards their own Tribe and ordered the Mara Fourthit, who was in charge of watching over the direction of the land, to hide in the land and listen in on everything in order to report to the Mara Tribe.

When there's no time to say goodbye The Heavenly Dragon God did not hesitate. Once you volunteer, you must not take your word back. The Heavenly Dragon God rushed outside to fight the tyrant single-handedly amidst the cries of his children and wives who had endured this pain. Fighting alone, the Heavenly Dragon God sensed the devil power and countless powers within this sky-high tyrant.

He knew that he could definitely not defeat this tyrant. The first son of the Heavenly Dragon Clan, seeing his father unable to fight on his own, decided to entrust all power to the youngest brother of the clan himself, without fearing that he would return to his beloved. Both mother and brother and wife and child in the womb or not?

Even if every voice is forbidden, the bloodline will never be severed. The family's first son hurriedly followed and joined his father in the fight. But it must come at the cost of a life where he cannot return to his family forever.

The tyrant saw the first son of the Heavenly Dragon Clan come out to fight and began to lose much of his power from before. His pitch-black eyes saw the face of the young man who had shared joy when he was a child who was only an apprentice and did not have strong enough skills. But now that young man whom the tyrant had never forgotten had come back to join in his murder with his father, not caring whether the tyrant had previously been sworn friends or not.

The two men from the Heavenly Dragon Clan fought with injuries and blood to their mouths, unable to see a way to win even though the tyrannical power had retreated from the beginning. The First Father and Son saw the only way to defeat the tyrant, so they spit out the dragon crystal, the final weapon from within, killing the tyrant and himself at the same time without regret. The three lives fell from the Nine Heavens onto the earth before the two Heavenly Dragon Clan gods died and turned into golden diamond dust floating in the howling wind.

But the body of a tyrant that many gods thought would dissipate all at once but did not dissipate like the Heavenly Dragon God and the First Son of the Heavenly Dragon Clan. There was only one trident weapon that was destroyed by the two lovers. The trident disappeared and turned into dirt on the ground. The sleeping tyrant, although his body still hadn't disappeared with the two of them, his breathing had begun to falter, close to death.

The tyrant was smarter than he thought and hurriedly used the last bit of strength he still had left before dying to rise from the large dirt pit and kneel down on the dark brown ground, laced with his own blood because of the tyrant's entire body. His body was now completely covered in blood that was beginning to flow from his mouth, ears, nose, and between his fingernails as his tyrant spirit's essence slowly began to dissipate.

The tyrant's eyes that were once completely black and devoid of pure white like those of other humans gradually faded back to gray and became white again as clear teardrops flowed from both eyes as he… This tyrant's brain began to recall the first son of the Celestial Dragon Clan who had died and his last words of silent farewell with nothing but tearful expressions before falling to the ground.

The body has no strength and is about to die. He placed the last thing on the tip of the tyrant's index finger, which still had blood flowing from the wound on his upper arm, and placed it on the ground, ready to give orders to the Four-Divine Devil, who was responsible for looking after the land together with the Four-Divine God, to listen to the tyrant's orders. Devil's body before death

“Devil Four Directions of the Earth, please listen to my orders!! I am a great tyrant, no one can kill me. Now this body of mine is about to disappear. All the blood on the ground that is now flowing from my arm is my blood, unadulterated. And this is an order from the tyrant whom you all fear...

Keep my blood deep and far away from the four directions. The land, the sky, the water, and even the lava that is as hot as fire are the same. And if at any time I will come back to be the leader in this world again This amount of blood will choose that human himself.” The trembling voice of a tyrant whose soul essence was about to break.

A large amount of blood from the fingertips of the tyrant's commands flowed over the loose soil there and down to the ground where the Four Direction Demon listened loyally to his orders before using the tip of his index finger to absorb the power and store it in his iron claw. Formidable

Many eras have passed. What used to be a deep hole in the ground has now turned into a large pond in the middle of the city that is as beautiful as a pond created by heaven. Above the horizon is the living area of ​​the heavenly beings. The sole inheritor of the will of the youngest son of the Heaven Clan was born in the era of civil war.

The younger brother who had been proclaimed the caretaker king of the Heavenly Dragon Clan, who had never recovered from his grief, kept teaching his son to resent the tyrant who had killed an important person in the family until he was left.

The son of the Heavenly Dragon God listened to it every day until it was engraved deep into his heart. When the guards grew to be great, they opened a special office for all the assassins. To teach various skills to be able to kill the tyrant when the tyrant is awakened again by order before he dies.

The Heavenly Dragon Son's Sect was founded two hundred years after the Heavenly Dragon's youngest son taught him until he grew up. This large special sect was responsible for training small and large gods or masters of various levels to practice many of the moves they had learned so that they could be used against tyrants, to a lesser extent. Among the 200th generation, the disciple who caught his eye the most was likely to be

'Jeon Jungkook', the only son of the Sun God and the Little Water Goddess. A boy whose fighting spirit was as hot as fire from the sun, but also had awareness and thought through his own and his opponent's moves so that they could flow smoothly and without interruption, like a small stream that would not be interrupted even if there were large rocks to interrupt it. It can be blocked.

When it comes time to take the ability test Jeon Jungkook is therefore no stranger to being a person that many people in the academy are satisfied with. Jeon Jungkook was chosen as another important disciple whose duty was to protect the gods in heaven from tyrants like hundreds of other senior disciples. Every day, Jungkook had to descend from heaven to search for the person the tyrant chose as a newly admitted disciple. To kill the tyrant in human form by cutting his neck and leaving him unable to live, he gave no other commands, just like the tyrant in the past.

Jungkook has come down to the human world from the first world war to the present where there is only so much advanced technology that it is difficult for all humans to understand. Jungkook couldn't find the tyrant's chosen person even though he searched the earth and the skies for him.

The same was true for a young man who was studying in 5th grade from an ordinary high school who was not as popular as others. That young man named 'Park Jimin' must focus on finishing his studies quickly. So that he could get away from the hell in this school. A place where all his nightmares were.

Jimin was just a boy who had no father or mother since childhood. He had to study and work part-time. I have been carrying myself out of this weight alone since losing my beloved grandmother a week ago to old age.

Jimin's face was tainted with scars from being bullied by his friends, but his face had to come face to face with the reality that now he has no one left, not even his own grandmother. The distance back home Jimin had to walk alone in a deserted alley with no people.

Park Jimin, who was in a deep state of depression, accidentally met the four-dimensional devil who guards the land and thought he was the same person. Marathurathit intercepted Jimin and prevented him from walking further before kidnapping Jimin into a narrow nook between two houses where no one lived. A palm covering his mouth, not allowing his voice to escape Jungkook's grasp.

The index finger with the tyrant's blood embedded in its claws plunged painfully into the center of Jimin's heart. The pulsating lump of flesh was stabbed and the water from inside the Four Direction Demon Claw quickly seeped in, as if it was hungry for human blood.

Jimin's entire body trembled as the last drop of blood flowed into his body. He fell to the freezing ground in a heap, convulsing violently. The black eyes disappeared from the whites of the eyes and never returned. The capillaries in the sclera burst, covering the entire sclera before something slowly crawled through Jimin's skin and under the iris, all of it gathering in his brain. Park Jimin lay motionless as the last thing he thought about was his grandmother.

The tyrant had risen from the dead again in a body as frail as that little Saint. The whites of the eyes changed to completely black. Along with many curse seal tattoos that slowly appeared on his body one by one. Jimin, now possessed by a tyrant, was unable to control anything except his own body.

The tyrant in Jimin ordered Jimin to walk home before he secretly infiltrated Jimin's body little by little, not allowing Jimin to catch him and resist. That was the same time that Jeon Jungkook, who was searching for the spirit of a tyrant, wearing clothes that fit modern humans, walked past Jimin without Jungkook catching the tyrant's aura at all.

Upon reaching home, the tyrant forced Jimin's mind to speak his own words to create space by using strong occult powers that no one but the tyrant could touch. And that evening, the tyrant performed a weapon creation ceremony. Just like that time again

But this time Jimin's mind was too weak to form the trident. The tyrant couldn't create the trident as he wanted, so he could only create a black sword from the blood on Jimin's palm that was fused with the tyrant's blood and all kinds of power that the tyrant had in his body, resulting in a powerful sword. Langtad was comparable to the Trident at that time, but its formidability could not be compared to the Trident.

The tyrant instructed Jimin to hold the sword and swing it back and forth in whatever position he wanted. The tyrant was teaching and ordering many sword exercises, every move. That made Jimin secretly know that this devil was quite skilled with swords. A week had passed since the power of magic had covered the territory without any invading hunters. Jungkook didn't even feel it until Jimin was able to hold the sword and swing it as the tyrant wanted.

The first thing after Jimin finished learning how to hold a sword was to use his occult powers and demonic powers along with the sword to summon all the demon servants hidden in his blood to come out and fight on his behalf. In times of crisis

As soon as the tyrant's territory was torn down, Jeon Jungkook suddenly felt the tyrannical aura that stinks throughout the land. Jimin walked out of the villa with the black sky witnessing this new incarnation of the tyrant. The palm of the hand holds the sword up, with both hands holding the sword horizontally. Jimin's arms were stretched tight in front of himself, facing west.

His left palm and the tip of the sword held the point of the sword even though it was very sharp. Immediately, the two hands holding both the hilt and the tip of the sword were firmly attached to the surface of the weapon. Jimin then slowly used his strength to pull the sword from the hilt side, letting the sharp tip of the sword slowly cut into the palm of his hand, causing the blood to flow out and coat the tip of the sword. Immediately he ordered Jimin to say the name of his demon servant out loud. all around that area

“The tyrannical blood that coats this sword commands the Fire Bull Demon. snake tail fox demon And now the white-haired demon goddess has emerged!!” Jimin, who had been ordered by the tyrant in his heart, issued an order to summon his servant demons without fearing the life or death of the humans nearby.

Jimin looked up at the sky in front of him. A tall young man appeared floating down from the sky, ready to sink a long sword into his chest from far away. Jimin's eyes looked deep into Jungkook's beauty, no human could be as beautiful as Jungkook's, but not before Jeon Jungkook reached Jimin who had never met a man as handsome as him. This came before.

Three demon servants emerged from the tyrant's blood that had fallen on the ground to successfully protect the tyrant from Jungkook. Jungkook fought off three demon servants before being able to kill them with all his toughness, hoping to rush towards the tyrant in order to continue killing the tyrant in Jimin's body. But it was too late now that the formerly human Jimin had disappeared from his control. All that was left was the tyrant who had now taken over every part of Jimin's body.

The two fought until the earth shook in the four directions and across the four worlds. Many heavenly beings were terrified of this tyrant's power that could shake the heavens and the earth. Jungkook, unable to hold his hand against the tyrant's power for long, decided to use the cursed nail to drive it into the tyrant's heart with the remaining palm energy now to seal the tyrant's power.

When a tyrant can be sealed with nails, Jimin's body was no longer controlled by anyone. He lost consciousness and his body was about to fall and hit his head on the ground. But Jeon Jungkook saw this and couldn't restrain himself from helping. A tall and large body ran over and used his arm to support the back of his hand while holding onto Jimin's right upper arm with the other firmly.

When Jimin woke up He found himself bound with a demon rope that only lowly demons could use to catch him. Seeing this, Jimin writhed in agony from being tied up for no reason before Jeon Jungkook satisfied Jimin's wishes by sitting and listening to the story of everything, from the beginning to the meeting. this

And Jungkook told Jimin without worrying about Jimin's feelings in the slightest. When Jungkook told Jimin the truth, he knew that he would have to kill Jimin in order to kill the tyrant who was in Jimin's body at this time before the tyrant killed many innocent humans. Jimin heard this and was saddened, crying loudly even though his body was still tightly bound.

Jimin didn't think that a tyrant would be born like this. He cried and agreed to let Jungkook kill himself along with the tyrant. In Jimin's mind, the tyrant's scolding sound was echoing in his ears, but Jimin didn't listen and closed his eyes. Accept the fate that will happen from now on.

The tyrant who couldn't allow his new life to end like this was ridiculous, so he used the drop of blood on his palm that was still flowing and ordered Jimin to summon his demon servant. Which Jimin, who has a weak heart, cannot resist the tyrant's demonic power. The cursed nails were also unable to hold onto some of the tyrant's power.

Jimin orders a snake demon to fight against Jungkook. The tyrant resisted Jimin's body, giving orders to Jimin, who freed himself from the demon's rope and turned to pick up his sword and fight Jungkook with tears in his eyes that he didn't want this. Jungkook fought as he noticed Jimin's face always trying to tell him that he didn't want it to be like this. Until finally Jungkook, unable to kill innocent people according to the teacher's orders, decided to turn to using the ring bell technique to defeat the devil.

More than a thousand bells descended from heaven in a ring. A circle surrounded the spot where the possessed tyrant Jimin stood before the bells rang out in unison with the chants of the great Heavenly Goddess of Abstinence. Jimin's weak body weakened the tyrant's power as well. Therefore, the tyrant could not compete with this Demon Suppressing Ring Bell Technique.

Therefore disappeared from Jimin's body for a long time, leaving only the body of a young boy who had returned to lying still again, causing Jungkook to rush in to help. Jeon Jungkook used the moment Jimin passed out to perform a ritual to place a curse on Jimin's mind. As a result, Jimin's body is now empty, with no soul in his mind anymore.

Jimin would have woken up from a long slumber had he not heard the voice of the tyrant who was always waiting to break the cursed nails that held his entire body captive. Jimin slowly opened his eyes to see a man he seemed to have met before but couldn't remember. Jungkook locked Jimin's old thoughts together with his mind.

Before giving orders to Jimin at this time, “Right now you are in danger from an evil demon. I am the one who saved you from the death you almost suffered. Now it's time for you to repay the favor I've bestowed upon you. You must now answer my words.”

Jungkook relied on Jimin, who had just regained consciousness from the mind confinement technique, to speak to him before the tyrant broke out of the mind confinement technique again.

“I accept your request,” Jimin replied, unable to hear the tyrant's voice from deep within his heart.

“Since you have accepted my request. Now come and be my servant. And stay as a lifeguard by my side.” Jungkook finished his words that Jimin would be his servant and quickly got up and put down his sword and cut the rope that bound Jimin, freeing him from all restraints.

“Then I will definitely not let you be disappointed with this slave of yours.” Jimin stood up and raised his hands together with his fingertips in salute to this benefactor he had been seduced by the mind confinement technique.

THE END.

Actually, there is a longer story than this, but I'd rather end it here. This story was intended to be made into an Ori novel. But when thinking about the plot of that episode, I felt that if I thought of it as a Kook Min fic, it would be different in a different way. If everyone likes it, please have fun reading it. Wright would like to go ahead and continue spinning Wright's novels ^^

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