[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 199

“The End is Rising”

[The tower begins to collapse]

The world starts to shake.

“What, what’s going on!”

Son Goku frantically looks around.

Bang!

He disappears as if teleporting, then reappears behind me.

“Don’t move behind me.”

Son Goku stands protectively, one hand stretched forward and the other behind, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily.

The Cloud Technique flows like unraveling thread, wrapping around me.

So, this is how it can be applied.

“Stop doing that.”

The trembling world halts as if nothing happened at the sound of a single word.

“Mara Papiyas is upset with Mahi”

“Do you really have to do that every time you appear?”

“Mara Papiyas nods at Mahi”

It’s not like an elephant stepping on an anthill, but it’s still too much.

“Get on my back, Father. The scenery here is nice. I’ll take you on a filial piety tour.”

“Mara Papiyas is upset with Mahi’s fiery rebellion”

“Ugh, seriously. Dad, I’m training. Go away!”

“Mara Papiyas is saddened by Cheondo’s belated puberty”

“Why is he like this?”

─Click, click.

“Phew─”

As he lights a cigarette, the smoke rises leisurely into the sky.

“Mara Papiyas asks Son Goku if he’s a virgin”

“Uh… yes.”

Son Goku, unable to process the situation, answers in a cracking voice.

“Mara Papiyas tells him to stay that way if he wants to live long”

“Yes…”

“Master, is that you?”

“…Yeah.”

The voice that had been resonating deeply, embracing the world, quickly fades away.

He must have left.

“Master, how old are you? Really, you haven’t done it for thousands of years?”

“……”

“Uh… sorry. Want to do it with me?”

“Please don’t…”

“Okay.”

Fortunately, the stiffened Son Goku seems to relax gradually.

A few words exchanged, and it feels like a natural disaster has passed.

“Don’t mind him too much. He comes by sometimes and acts like that.”

“How can I not mind that?”

“True.”

Son Goku makes a baffled expression.

“Aren’t you being too insensitive? I don’t want to experience intergenerational conflict.”

“Wow, you’re speaking so formally. No one uses words like ‘intergenerational’ or ‘old-fashioned’ these days. Master, are you a grandfather?”

“I’ve lived for a long time.”

Son Goku lets out a deep sigh. He seems really troubled.

“Is he really your father?”

“Yeah. Kind of?”

“Kind of…?”

“Phew─”

Without answering, he blows out cigarette smoke. Son Goku, after pondering for a while, sits down and picks up his game console.

“Not going to ask more?”

“Sigh, even if I ask, there’s nothing I can do. I don’t know anything except that the Buddha has something planned.”

Son Goku, letting out a short sigh, immerses himself back into the game.

Munch, munch.

“Master, stress eating is bad for you.”

“You’d do the same in my place.”

“That’s true.”

The storm that just passed has left me completely drained.

Thud!

I plant the Ruyi Jingu Bang into the ground and lean back against it—it makes a decent backrest.

Flick.

I flick the shortened cigarette with my finger, and sparks fly brilliantly.

─Click, click.

“Phew─ Master.”

“What?”

“Teach me the Cloud Technique alcohol.”

Snap!

With the sound of a finger flick, the clouds gather just like before.

“Let’s begin.”

“I’ve been through all sorts of hardships, but you don’t need to go through that too. Just stay in there.”

“Is that it?”

“The technique itself isn’t a big deal since I can pass it on to you. The real issue, as I mentioned earlier, is enduring it.”

The clumped clouds slowly move towards me.

The slowly flowing clouds suddenly envelop my entire body.

As I breathe, the clouds seep into my nose and mouth.

My throat itches, making it hard to breathe.

“Clear your mind.”

Just as I’m struggling to breathe and my consciousness is fading, Son Goku’s voice strikes like thunder in my ears.

A single drop of water falls onto the pile of distracting thoughts, creating ripples.

—

*Ding!*

───

[Great Heavenly Flow Cloud Technique]

An incomplete technique.

[Progress: 0.001%]

───

“Whoa!”

In an instant, the wind picks up, and the clouds surrounding my body begin to disappear.

“You’ve worked hard.”

As I regain my composure and catch my breath, I hear Son Goku’s calm voice.

“How long was I like that?”

“A long time.”

My body feels as stiff as a rock.

“How long is ‘a long time’?”

“Hard to say. Did you think it would be easy for a human to master Buddha’s technique?”

Only after the clouds completely disappear do I see my surroundings.

The environment hasn’t changed much since I entered the clouds. The remnants of grand buildings are still scattered around.

The problem is that the snacks I had piled up like a mountain have turned into trash, and Baekseol is asleep on my lap.

“You should’ve told me it would take this long. Baekseol must’ve waited forever.”

“Baekseol is fine.”

I lift my creaky neck and lock eyes with Son Goku, who’s sitting upright.

His eyes gleam with a sharp light as he sits with his back straight.

“That child is deeply connected to you. She’ll wake up soon from her deep sleep.”

As I gently stroke Baekseol, who’s sleeping soundly, her ears twitch.

“Phew. That’s a relief.”

Seeing the faded snack wrappers, it seems like a lot of time has passed.

“For someone like you, this is incredibly fast. I thought it would take hundreds of years.”

“Is that supposed to be comforting, you damn teacher?”

“Pfft.”

These divine beings have a weird sense of time, making it hard to get along with them.

“Is our Baekseol hibernating?”

As I stroke Baekseol and talk to her, her ears twitch again.

She seems like she’ll wake up soon. I carefully place Baekseol in my pocket and stand up, my whole body creaking.

*Clunk, thud!*

The generator I pulled out of the storage space makes a loud noise.

“Master, come here.”

Son Goku, who had been sitting as still as a statue, brushes off his butt and stands up.

“See this key here? Just turn it.”

*Click.*

“What’s this?”

Son Goku, who came closer, examines the generator closely.

“You ran out of charge and couldn’t play your game, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Connect the cable from the generator to your charger, or power bank.”

“Oh ho. But won’t this run out eventually too?”

The clever monkey makes a sharp observation.

“This is an oil generator. As long as there’s fuel, it’ll keep running.”

Son Goku nods as he sees the gasoline can I pull out.

“And this too.”

I explain how to use the laptop, and he nods repeatedly.

“Humans’ progress is astonishing.”

“Didn’t you get Choco Snacks from humans too?”

“Right. I got them from a human who recently climbed the tower. Though they’re dead now.”

As Son Goku answers, he connects the charger cable to the gaming device.

Once the device lights up, he sits on the floor and starts moving his fingers eagerly.

“Master, have some snacks while you play.”

Oh! Thank you.”

Leaving Son Goku, who’s busy playing a game, behind, I focus my mind, and clouds start to gather before my eyes.

Carefully stepping onto them, my body wobbles precariously.

Even holding on for a second is still tough. It’s nothing like the thick clouds Son Goku showed me.

The quality is just too inferior.

While punching in a state of no-mind is powerful, on the flip side, properly throwing a punch is beyond my strength.

I thought I had gotten quite used to the state of no-mind after lying on the Cloud Technique, but I was mistaken.

Even the proper Cloud Technique Son Goku summoned was hard to stay on for a few seconds, and maintaining no-mind on this hole-ridden cotton candy-like cloud is just too much for me.

“The magic has settled in your body; it’ll get better with continuous use.”

“I feel the limits of my mental strength.”

“Pfft. I told you, no-mind is a study even gods find hard. It’s innate.”

Son Goku handles such things with ease. He’s just in a league of his own.

—Click, click.

“Whew—”

My cloud’s condensation is just too weak.

Wondering if it might work, I try compressing the cloud smaller, and it turns into a ball as small as the one Baekseol plays with.

Stepping onto the small cloud ball, it warmly embraces me.

It’s much better than making it ridiculously large like Son Goku.

“Oh! Master, look at this.”

Wearing the two small summoned Cloud Techniques like shoes, my body slides forward.

“….What’s that?”

“Cloud Technique skates.”

“Huh.”

Son Goku lets out a dumbfounded laugh.

“Why are you manipulating the magic so laboriously?”

“Huh? This is easier though?”

“Splitting the Cloud Technique in two and operating it is easier?”

“Yeah.”

It takes much less strength and concentration.

Even this is still tough, so I’ll probably have to use it in short bursts.

Only use it briefly when moving explosively, and cut it off after gaining acceleration.

It’s a versatile magic.

“All good, but using it like that will be tough against headwinds. You’re stripping away all the functions of the magic itself and just using mobility.”

“I can’t use it as brutishly as you, Master.”

“Time will solve it.”

“I’m human.”

Son Goku, who seemed not to understand my approach, goes back to focusing on his game.

“How you use it doesn’t matter, but keep using it like that, and your body won’t hold up.”

“Aside from my sturdy body, I’m practically a corpse.”

Great Heavenly Flow’s Taoist magic

Slightly using the Cloud Technique.

“Whoosh!”

Gaining explosive speed with a small Cloud Technique, then canceling it.

Bang—!!!

Crash!!

“Ughhh….”

“Pfft haha!”

Dust rises around my crashed body.

“Dad, Master’s teasing me.”

“Wait, hold on!”

So startled, he drops his cherished game console and flails his arms.

“Ha…ha, ha! No, it’s not, Father Ga-eul.”

***

“Disciple.”

“Huh?”

Son Goku throws something at me.

Thud!

“What’s this?”

“A cognition-hindering talisman. You’ll need it often.”

“Oh. Thanks, Master.”

“Don’t mention it.”

It looks more like a thin rubber band than a talisman.

“How do I use it?”

“You can wear it on your wrist or wrap it around something that covers your face for better effect.”

“I see.”

Selling my face and name is something I’ve gotten used to, but I’m grateful for the thought.

My name is inevitably sold due to the ranking system. At least being able to cover my face seems quite advantageous.

I can probably use it by inserting it into the glasses I often used in the early days of broadcasting.

“I’m hungry!”

“Our Baekseol, you’re awake?”

“Yeah!”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah!”

Baekseol, who poked her head out of the pocket, closes her eyes tightly as she is petted.

“Master, I’ll be back.”

“Alright.”

Son Goku, leaving a blunt reply, casually waves his hand.

***

One of the beings on stage, claiming to be from another dimension, sends a signal, and they all rush in simultaneously.

“Disciple, staff technique is based on flexibility.”

The Great Heavenly Flow’s Ruyi Staff Technique

<Dance of Flowers>

Whoosh!!

As the Ruyi staff spins, the destructive force from its extreme mass causes enemies to explode upon mere contact.

Crack! Crack!

For now, it’s just mimicking the form, the shell.

Yet, like bugs drawn to an electric swatter, they burst apart.

The monster that stuck in its arm has its arm blown off, the one that stuck in its leg has its leg blown off.

Bang!!

As the rotation ends, a whirlwind-like pattern of blood stains is left all around.

“You…!!”

“I just told you, are you a goldfish brain? I’m Han Ga-eul, the representative of Earth’s humanity.”

“……”

“Get down before my kids get hurt.”

As soon as the words end, a message pops up.

Ding!

[Warning!]

Instantly, a black hemispherical object envelops the surroundings.

Before there’s time to adjust to the sudden darkness, a creepy voice echoes.

“I am a faithful servant of the great Azaiig.”

[Warning! Facing a deity from another dimension]

[Warning! Facing a deity from another dimension]

Messages pour in like alarm bells.

Vision quickly recovers. Not a single player is seen around.

“….This is the great space bestowed by Azaiig. With not even a handful of mana, you cannot use your abilities.”

<Lightning Ball>

Fizzle.

The electric charge that was about to form on the palm quickly dissipates.

The tiny amount of mana, gathered like chick’s tears during academy classes, is instantly depleted.

“How did you know I was a mage?”

“Keh… heh!… heh! heh!”

The creature with the unpleasant voice slowly reveals itself, laughing oddly.

It has a human-like head on a grotesque body.

Instead of hair, its scalp is covered with eyeballs.

“You are a primitive race that relies entirely on mana.”

[The boss battle of the 0.5th floor tutorial begins]

Click, click.

“Phew— Ah, can’t use mana and so scary.”

“Keh… ha!… ha! ha!”

“Pfft. Kid, you’re splitting.”



“Drop dead.”

《Choco Stone Monkey presses X to pay respects》