Of course, just because I [Incited] myself into becoming Kyrgios didn’t mean I could freely use Kyrgios’s techniques. [Incitement] wasn’t the same as [Bookmark].But there was one thing [Incitement] did better than [Bookmark].「Whereas ‘Bookmark’ only borrowed a single skill from the person in question, ‘Incitement’ could, depending on its use, truly make you become that person.」As long as you could fool everyone watching you, that is.[Exclusive skill ‘Incitement’ is affected by your Traits!]I envisioned Kyrgios Rodgraim.A small-statured race born on the planet “Peace Land.” The strongest of the , a transcendental being even the stars themselves feared.The White Blue Paradox who became so strong he could no longer save his own homeland…A sharp sting ran through my head, the image of Kyrgios blurring.Not enough.With just this, the text I had was far too insufficient to become “Kyrgios Rodgraim.”Fortunately, I had good material to expand my imagination.[Exclusive skill, ‘Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined World,’ is activating!][Skill synergy is occurring!][The effect of ‘Incitement’ rises dramatically!]The sentences of Ways of Survival began flowing into my head. Kyrgios’s habits, hobbies, unconscious tics recorded in text.The expression he made when angry. The gaze with which he looked upon his disciples. The light in his eyes when earnestly training martial arts. The smile he wore when he climbed high places to play the viola alone.「Kyrgios Rodgraim.」Everything about Kyrgios recorded in text was reproduced in my mind, and the Kyrgios I understood was once again expressed through my body.「Kyrgios drew his sword in silence.」Regrettably, I did not have his exclusive weapon, “White Paradox.”[‘Thoughts on Almost Everything’ assumes the form of ‘The Broken Staff of the Apostle of Mission.’]But this was enough for now.「On the day he forced all the masters of the Nine Great Sects to their knees, the weapon Kyrgios held was a mere wooden practice sword.」The Dragon-Headed Leader fixed his gaze on me, and I on him.We charged at each other almost simultaneously.Kagagak!Two weapons clashed in midair.Holding his worn cudgel, the Dragon-Headed Leader tilted his head curiously.“A strange holy relic you have there. Which star once wielded that staff?”“It belongs to the Korean constellation called the ‘Bald Militia Commander.’”“The epithet is lacking, but the relic itself is impressive.”[Constellation, ‘Bald Militia Commander,’ shrugs his shoulders.][Constellation, ‘Bald Militia Commander,’ wipes his head.]“Now, show me the skill of the White Blue.”The Leader’s cudgel moved.Even without inner energy, the cudgel he wielded surged with profound force.Cudgel Arts, Second Move.Dangdu Bonggal — Blow to the Head.The exclusive martial art of the Beggars’ Sect Leader, the Cudgel Arts. In truth, its original purpose was exactly what its name implied: beating down wild dogs.「The beggars’ eternal enemy were stray dogs that coveted their discarded food, and so they devised a martial art to strike the dogs effectively in order to protect their own rice bowls.」Spaat!I twisted my body wide to dodge the cudgel descending toward my head.“Not bad, but still clumsy.”The Leader’s eyes shone sharply as he swung. The kind of gaze that dissected my every movement, my every form, to appraise them.I met that gaze with a bitter smile.The power of [Incitement] coursed through me, and a vivid line of text surfaced in my mind.「Disciples of the White Blue Sect begin their training with iron bangles from the moment of initiation, and exactly in their second year they start learning the Initiate’s Swordsmanship.」Ways of Survival barely recorded Kyrgios’s exclusive martial arts. Aside from [White Blue Aura] and [Transcendence], there was little.That was because, having already stepped into transcendence, “form” meant nothing to him.But before transcending form, Kyrgios had once practiced countless techniques.「Initiate’s Swordsmanship, White Blue Sword Arts.」I took a deep breath and thrust with the staff.「Merely pointing out a single dot of the universe.」White Blue Sword Arts, First Form.One Point.At first glance, a simple thrust. But anyone who understood its philosophy could never call it “simple.”For the sake of this one thrust, disciples of the White Blue Sect repeated the same training hundreds, thousands of days.To master one and only one sensation.「“It has to feel like you’re placing a dot, nothing more.”」To place a single dot in the vast universe.「“That way, your opponent will never discern the true nature of the technique.”」My Lv.40 Strength compressed and screamed.A dot that was both the beginning and the end.And upon that paradox, the White Blue’s question to the universe began.A flicker of strangeness entered the Leader’s eyes as he met the thrust.“Clumsy… yet this is indeed the swordsmanship of the White Blue.”As though he’d been waiting for it, the Leader spun his cudgel. Even without inner energy, its shadow spread like drifting clouds.The clouds of countless shadows smothered the feeble gleam of my One Point.The very peak of Cudgel Arts.But the stars seemed to think otherwise.[Constellation, ‘Martial King Heungmu,’ lets out a snort.][Constellation, ‘Two-Timin’ Expert,’ yawns at the boring duel.]I knew.To the constellations, our battle was nothing but a clown act.To those who had mastered the mysteries of form, techniques were nothing more than standardized arithmetic.Even so, the Leader was earnest.As though this shabby sparring match were a life-or-death duel, he swung his cudgel with all his might.Cudgel Arts, Sixth Form.Strike the Dog to the Sky.Dragging along the ground, then smashing upward toward the heavens.From the instant I saw it, I knew.Be it a dog, a mole cricket, a ghoul, or the representative of another scenario—anything struck by this cudgel would perish.The Leader then, as if showing off a trick, batted up the shattered floor fragments with his cudgel.Swaeeaeeaek!The flying shards shot toward me like arrows.White Blue Sword Arts, Fourth Form.Azure Wheel.Both hands on the sword, a gentle circular sweep that scours the space around you. The White Blue’s defensive form to repel arrows.A few fragments still grazed my forearm and thigh.“Pitiful. The martial arts of the White Blue were never this paltry.”Yet despite his words, a smile crept to the Leader’s lips.[Constellation, ‘Greatest Sword of Goryeo,’ makes a fascinated expression.][Constellation, ‘God of the Seas,’ feels an inexplicable attraction in your battle.]The constellations of heaven watched us.[Constellation, ‘Black Flame Dragon of the Abyss,’ snorts, asking why anyone would get so worked up over such a trivial fight.][Constellation, ‘Martial King Heungmu,’ blows his nose.]Of course, not all of them looked favorably on the duel.But still, there were those who did °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° watch this ridiculous fight earnestly.[Constellation, ‘Bald Militia Commander,’ cheers for your battle!][Constellation, ‘Demonic Judge of Fire’ watches over you.]I realized again: this world held countless stars. There would never be a fable to satisfy them all.But from the beginning, this story was never for them.[One constellation, not yet revealing their epithet, watches your story.]“Come, Kyrgios!”The Leader’s final form erupted, and I too mustered all my strength to swing the staff.Kwa-dddu-dug! With a crack, the Leader’s cudgel broke. At the same time, the staff in my hand shed its assumed form.Breathless, we stared at each other.Without inner energy, our breathing was labored. As [Incitement] unraveled, backlash slammed into my body.[‘Incitement’ is deactivated.]The Leader staggered, staring at me. The dreamlike glint in his eyes returned.As the vision of Murim faded, the truth of the story was laid bare.There had never been Kyrgios to suffocate him. Murim had long since collapsed. His season was gone forever.“You are not…”What remained here was a lonely star who could not forget his regrets.And a pitiful story that could not even become legend.“…a disciple of the White Blue Sect.”A single bittersweet tale written for him alone. A star, awakened from that terrible dream, wept like a child.“Why did you show me such a landscape?”

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