Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 504

Chapter 504: The Lazy One Shouts (4)

It was like a scene straight out of a myth.

Even those who had witnessed countless battles couldn’t help but be paralyzed by the spectacle unfolding before them.

It was like witnessing the origin of the world.

Light and darkness.

Yin and yang.

As in the beginning of time, when light and darkness separated and intertwined, the sword waves emanating from the two brothers intertwined and separated, screaming and howling in unison.

And then came the collapse.

The sound of the sky breaking erupted.

An explosion so deafening that it felt like eardrums would burst.

That’s why, in reality, nothing was heard. It wasn’t a sound that the human ear could withstand.

At the end of the explosion, only silence remained.

All the sounds of the world disappeared.

The entire world was covered in light and darkness.

BOOOOM!

The entire pavilion was destroyed and sent flying. Those who failed to dodge in time were swept away by the explosion and went flying. The tiles covering the iconic green roof of the Tang Family jumped in all directions like cherry blossoms scattered by the wind.

It was a scene as if the world was collapsing.

While everyone struggled to conceal their astonishment and terror, there was one person carrying a pain that didn’t fit the moment.

As the cutting wind scratched his skin, Wei Jeonghan closed his eyes.

What kind of cruel joke of fate was this?

An older brother who loved his younger brother more than anyone in the world, and a younger brother who followed his older brother more than anyone in the world, were now facing each other in a death match.

And then…

CRAAASH!

With a dull sound, something shot towards Wei Jeonghan. Reflexively, he extended his arms and caught the one flying towards him.

“Yanho!”

“Ugh!”

The one who had been thrown was Wei Yanho.

Blood flowed continuously from his nose and mouth as he stared straight ahead with bloodshot eyes.

As the dust settled, Wei Sanho’s figure also became visible.

The sleeve of one of his arms had been completely destroyed, and his exposed arm was covered in wounds that bled profusely.

‘A tie?’

Wei Jeonghan’s eyes trembled.

They had tied. There was no clear difference between them.

But how?

Wei Yanho’s opponent had been Wei Sanho. Not one of the Bishops of the Demon Cult. How was it possible that Wei Yanho, who had even mastered the Heavenly Flowing Sword without a single scratch, had tied with Wei Sanho?

It was unbelievable.

How much stronger had Wei Sanho become in that time for this to be possible?

Wei Sanho, who had been looking at his arm indifferently, finally spoke.

“Are you still at this level?”

After opening and closing his fist several times, Wei Sanho looked at Wei Yanho with an impassive expression.

“There’s no need to rush. As long as you keep getting in my way, the day will come when we settle this once and for all.”

“You…”

Wei Yanho stood up unsteadily.

“Of course, I’d prefer you to give up everything and live quietly, but I know that’s not going to happen. You’re Lazy, but when you decide you can’t back down, you’re capable of resisting to the death.”

“Do you know me that well?”

At Wei Yanho’s bloody shout, Wei Sanho smiled.

“Yes, I know you. Better than anyone in this world. Because I am your older brother.”

“Are you still talking about fraternal ties with that mouth? After joining the Demon Cult?”

“Blood ties can never be broken. But I also can’t get rid of the affection I have for the brother I grew up with. So today I will spare your life.”

Wei Sanho reached out and lifted the Heavenly Flowing Sword.

With the sword over his shoulder, Wei Sanho glanced around before fixing his gaze on Wei Yanho. His face was expressionless, but not entirely serene.

“Do you remember? The day we had our first duel with real swords.”

“…”

“Back then, you almost killed me. Even though I was the older brother, I couldn’t handle your sword and was on the verge of death. And after that day, you gave up the sword.”

“What’s the point of talking about that now?”

“Back then, because I was weak, you became Lazy. If I had shown you the example of an older brother you could never surpass, you would have grown much more than you are now. It was all my fault. But you don’t have to worry anymore. I will be that brother for you. I will become an older brother that, no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to reach.”

Wei Yanho’s hands trembled.

He would have preferred…

He would have preferred to see him lose his mind with anger…

Or for him to be under the mind control of the Demon Cult…

Any of those options would have been better.

That serene tone, that slight smile on his face, the warmth in his voice, and…

‘Don’t look at me with those eyes.’

Those eyes filled with affection and kindness.

The same eyes with which Wei Sanho had always looked at him.

He couldn’t bear for Wei Sanho to look at him with the same look as always. It was a pain as if his heart was being torn apart with a sharp sword.

“Why are you doing this?”

Wei Yanho’s voice faded.

“What does all that matter? What does it matter that your father, whom you never even knew, was from the Demon Cult? You are Wei Sanho from the Wei Family of Guangdong.”

Wei Sanho looked at him silently before shaking his head.

“It’s not that simple. And it’s not just that either.”

“Brother…”

“I am Wei Sanho of the Wei Family of Guangdong. Yes, I can’t deny that. But I also can’t deny that I am Wei Sanho of the Demon Cult. I will cut all these tangled ties. Both the good and the bad. When everything is purified, a new world will come.”

Wei Sanho turned his body.

“As long as you are alive, we will meet again.”

His steps were not hurried. Without even using his light movement skills, Wei Sanho slowly left the Tang Mansion. But no one dared to stand in his way.

Wei Jeonghan and Wei Yanho watched him with bloodshot eyes.

The duel between the Heavenly Flowing Sword and Wei Yanho in the Tang Mansion had ended in a way that no one had anticipated.

And from this moment on…

The wheel of fate began to spin forcefully in a strange direction.

* * *

Shooooooo.

The rain was falling.

‘How ironic.’

Wei Jeonghan watched the rain with a slightly lost look.

Glu, glu, glu.

As he sat by the window and filled his wine glass, memories of the past kept coming to his mind.

‘This friend…’

Jeok Moku (Jeok Mokwu or simply Jeokmokwuu or Mokwu).

Every time they met, it always rained like this.

He didn’t know if it was him who brought the rain, or if he simply sought out Wei Jeonghan whenever it rained, but he always arrived like the rain and left in the same way.

“I thought he was my son, but apparently he’s yours.”

Wei Jeonghan reached out and took the wine glass.

Jeok Moku used to raise his glass like this and look at his reflection in the wine for a long time before drinking.

The Great Demon King.

Yes, he was known as the Great Demon King.

But when he drank, he was nothing more than a man overwhelmed by loneliness and fate.

Despite having fought fiercely against the Demon Cult, Wei Jeonghan couldn’t see them simply as a place of demons because he had seen that side of Jeok Moku.

Wei Jeonghan drank the wine slowly.

Yes.

That’s why he couldn’t stop him.

What could he say when an adult son sought to avenge his father’s resentment?

If he wanted to blame someone, he should blame the twisted fate.

Perhaps this was already predestined from the moment he received Sanho from Jeok Moku.

If he could go back in time…

‘There would be no other option.’

In the midst of the torrential rain.

How could he have rejected that little boy sleeping in Jeok Moku’s arms?

A thousand times, ten thousand times, he would have made the same decision. Even if those thousand, ten thousand times led to tragedy, he would not have hesitated.

But…

Wei Jeonghan turned his head and looked down.

Wei Yanho was in the guest room that could be seen in the distance.

His pain was something he had to endure.

But what about Wei Yanho?

How could he accept that someone he had always considered his older brother was now facing him with a sword?

He couldn’t imagine it.

The impact that Wei Yanho must have felt was something he couldn’t comprehend. That Wei Sanho had chosen to join the Demon Cult of his own free will and was now his enemy. For Wei Yanho, it must have been as if the world was collapsing.

That was their relationship.

Wei Yanho trusted and followed his older brother more than his own useless father. Although his words had no weight, he at least pretended to listen to Wei Sanho’s. For Wei Yanho, perhaps Wei Sanho was more like a father than him.

“It was a bad move.”

Glu, glu, glu.

He didn’t regret it.

But the destiny they had to carry was too heavy. Wei Jeonghan filled his wine glass and let out a deep sigh.

‘This friend…’

Why did you leave them this burden?

If you were so determined to risk your life, you should have at least resolved it. Why couldn’t you do it and now even your son suffers the consequences?

Wei Jeonghan raised his hand and covered his face.

It was then…

“Father.”

A voice came from outside the door. Wei Jeonghan slowly turned his head. There was only one person in this place who would call him “father.”

“Come in.”

The door opened and Wei Yanho entered.

Seeing his face, Wei Jeonghan closed his eyes slightly.

A serene face.

Although he seemed unmoved, Wei Jeonghan did not overlook the shadow that loomed in a corner of his expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I should listen to it.”

Wei Jeonghan looked at him silently.

The gazes of father and son met.

“…Yes, you should listen to it.”

Wei Jeonghan raised his head.

Wei Yanho also had to know. How cruel was the destiny he faced, and how cruel was the destiny that Wei Sanho faced.

“I don’t know where to start. To tell this whole story, I must start from Sanho’s birth. It will be a long story.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Before I start, I have a question.”

“Say it.”

Wei Jeonghan spoke slowly.

“If you come to understand everything, what will you do? If you understand why Sanho acts like this, will you turn away from your brother?”

“I don’t know.”

“…You don’t know?”

“No. I don’t know.”

The atmosphere became tense. Wei Yanho still couldn’t get rid of his confusion.

“I can’t understand it. I can’t comprehend why he must go to this extreme. First I will try to understand. Then I will reach a conclusion. If after listening to everything, I still don’t understand… then I don’t know what I will do. In the end, I will do what my heart dictates.”

“I see.”

Wei Jeonghan took his wine glass.

Where to start?

This entangled destiny.

Could Wei Yanho understand it after listening to it?

‘He is not that weak.’

He could now only trust in Wei Yanho. In his son, who was no longer a child.

After drinking another glass of wine, Wei Jeonghan began to speak slowly.

Memories and destiny.

A long and extensive story that perhaps would now become reality.

Wei Yanho nodded sometimes, answered others, and occasionally looked at the ceiling with an absent expression as he listened to the story that Wei Jeonghan unraveled.

Until late at night.

The rain washed away the remnants of the battle, and the words washed the hearts of the people.

A moonless night.

A cruel night in which everything had to be ordered and started anew.