Return of the Frozen Player-Novel

Yah. People who were very good friends sometimes used that word instead of calling each other by their names.

He and the Sword Saint weren’t really that close yet. Of course, there was a time on the 4th Floor when they became friendly to the extent that they started speaking casually with each other. However, it was in a timeline that no longer existed.

“...”

“...”

Seo Jun-Ho and Kim Woo-Joong stared at each other blankly.

Skaya couldn’t bear to watch. “Why are they so awkward and antsy?”

“I agree with your words. This is a very rare occurrence.”

“G-Go away! Just because I agree with you does not mean I wish to get close to you! You are not my ‘unnie’ either!”

Even when it started to grow noisy around the two men, they continued staring at each other without blinking.

There we go…

“Well, that’s not it… Could you wait for a second? There’s something I’d like to check.”[1] He smiled at Kim Woo-Joong when he saw how nervous the latter was.

Look at that, so obedient. Maybe it was because he was a clone...

Seo Jun-Ho gently opened his eyes and saw a large throng of people. In front of them was a man who was leading them like the pied piper.

“Wow, look at you, you big shot.” It was Seo Jun-Sik. He looked annoyed by all the people gathering around him like clouds. “Hey, back off a bit. I’m a busy man. I’m telling you, I need to go because that damned Original called me.”

“I’m not even Seo Jun-Ho. I’m Seo Jun-Sik. It’s a name that cost 58,000 won at the fortune-teller’s shop in Myungdong.”

People were still crowding around him. For some reason, it seemed like he was attracting more people than his Original.

“His personality seems different as well. Jun-Ho isn’t that laid-back,” Gilberto commented.

“Two Jun-Ho’s… Am I dreaming?” Cha Si-Eun asked out loud.

This was their first time seeing Seo Jun-Sik. His friends stared alternatingly between the two of them with wide eyes.

Skaya thoroughly inspected Seo Jun-Sik with scholarly curiosity alight in her eyes as she asked, “Is this a doppelganger?”

“Hey, even if you’re the one saying it, I’ll feel bad if you compare me to such a lowly monster,” Seo Jun-Sik said, pouting. He put an arm around Seo Jun-Ho’s shoulder. “I’m this guy’s one and only clone. My name is Seo Jun-Sik.”

“Clone?”

Everyone looked at Seo Jun-Ho for an answer.

“I just happened to learn that kind of skill,” he said, looking disgusted by Seo Jun-Sik.

“I’m jealous. If I could make a clone like you, I’d be able to research magic twice as fast.”

“A clone, you say? It has always been a childhood dream of mine to have one.”

“On top of that, he seems intelligent, rather than just being a mere physical copy. He can speak all on his own, too.” Cha Si-Eun pointed out.

“Smart, my ass!” If Seo Jun-Sik were smart, then the whole world was filled with scholars.

Seo Jun-Ho let out a small sigh. He pushed Seo Jun-Sik toward Kim Woo-Joong and asked the latter, “By chance, did you encounter this guy?”

“...” Kim Woo-Joong froze like a broken robot.

“I knew it was you!” Seo Jun-Ho grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking him around.

“Hey, that’s my decision to make.”

Sulking, Seo Jun-Sik melted into the peoples’ shadows.

“That little…!”

“I see.” Kim Woo-Joong slowly nodded. He finally understood. He finally understood where the understanding started and what he did wrong.

“Please forgive me for being rude,” he apologized, straight to the point.[2]

“No, you have nothing to apologize for…” Seo Jun-Ho slapped his forehead. Just look at this. The Sword Saint probably felt bitter for having to apologize in front of so many people.

“What do you mean?” Kim Woo-Joong slowly lifted his head.

Kim Woo-Joong finally smiled with relief or perhaps satisfaction.

***

After the healers were done treating the injured, the rest of the Players started relaxing on their own.

As Seo Jun-Ho watched them do whatever they wanted, Shin Sung-Hyun approached him.

“What is our next course of action?” asked Shin Sung-Hyun.

The next course of action? The answer was simple. After seeing the Players’ passion and determination, Seo Jun-Ho decided that he would no longer treat them like children.

“We’ll end it,” he said, turning toward Shin Sung-Hyun. “I won’t go down until we kill that monster, Namgung Jincheon.”

Specks of brilliant golden light started clumping and falling from the sky like snow. The Players started looking up one by one, entranced by the light's beauty and holiness.

- Partner! Behind you! An enemy!

Seo Jun-Ho’s blood turned cold. It was all because he didn’t notice anything until Keen Intuition warned him.

“What an entertaining conversation.”

A familiar voice reached his ears. It came from the robot that suddenly appeared before his eyes.

“W-What is this?!”

“When did this bastard get here?”

“Everyone, draw your weapons! Get ready for battle!!!”

The Players noticed the robot too late, but they quickly created distance between them. A moment ago, they had been cheerful and relaxed as if they were on a picnic, but in an instant, they were thrown into chaos.

The robot scanned the Players and spoke, “You wish to kill me. But do you have the ability to do so?”

“Me? Are you…”

“Namgung Jincheon?”

He looked completely different. As Seo Jun-Ho stared at him, alarm bells started ringing in Seo Jun-Ho’s head.

“Everyone, be care—”

Before he could even finish his warning, a grief-stricken Player charged at Namgung Jincheon.

“You son of a bitch! You killed Minju!”

A powerful sword aura covered the Player’s weapon like a flame. It was a formidable blade that had cut through even the robots of the Immortal Army.

However, Namgung Jincheon simply stared and slowly extended his hand toward it, drawing a circle.

“That’s…”

It was Heosu’s Yin-Yang Blade.

Before the Player could even react, his sword went flying into the air. And as his eyes followed his sword, a cold, golden hand gripped his face viciously.

“Thanks for the meal.”

In an instant, all the life drained from his body, and he started dangling from Namgung Jincheon’s hand like a mummy.

When the Players saw that, a fire started burning in their eyes.

“You fucking bastard!”

“Die!”

“Me, die? Really, now…” Namgung Jincheon let out a low chuckle. “I do not even know if I can still die in this state.”

“Shut up! I’ll show you!”

Vines sprouted from the ground. Telekinesis and other forms of binding magic restrained him.

“Hm?” He blinked as he looked down at himself. There were countless wounds covering his chest, and he stared at them while standing still.

“...”

Eventually, he started trembling.

He looked like a porcupine with all the weapons sticking out of him. He lowered his head and started whimpering.

However, it didn’t take long for the Players to realize that he was actually laughing.

A wide grin spread across his face as he looked up.

“The Geumgang Clan’s Diamond Buddha is much more useful than I had expected.”

It was a martial art technique that strengthened one’s body to its peak, and it would enable anyone to withstand any attack.

“You gave me such a pleasant surprise, so allow me to give you a piece of advice.”

There wasn’t a single scratch left on his body.

All of a sudden, Namgung Jincheon’s arm split open.

In the blink of an eye, smoke emerged from it and filled the air.

“You should observe your opponent first before you strike.”

The approaching Players stumbled backward while vomiting blood. They gripped their chests as they started to feel as if their bodies were burning. Their faces started turning black and blue.

“This is the Sichuan Sect’s Fivefold Life-Draining Poison. It is a substance made of five of the deadliest poisons.”

“It’s poison?”

“Healers! Heal the afflicted! Hurry up!”

“Fufu, I told you. It’s made of five of the deadliest poisons,” Namgung Jincheon said with confidence.

The healers who were dispatched grew pale and shook their heads.

The attackers had been a group of Players who were the finest of their guilds.

But they actually died in less than ten seconds after being poisoned? And in such a futile way at that?

The Players’ shoulders grew heavy as great hopelessness set in.

They just couldn’t believe it...

“...”

They were good people. They fought for a cause, and they never wavered in the face of death just to defend their beliefs. Visionaries like them were difficult to find in this day and age.

If there was a god, Seo Jun-Ho wanted to ask them. He wanted to ask them why they had to take these Players away so soon. He wanted to ask why they couldn’t at least wait until the enemy was defeated.

The Players had been talking and laughing just a few minutes ago, but their corpses were now piling up in front of him.

“...” Seo Jun-Ho looked at him with cold pity. “And yet you’re still stuck in a tin can seven hundred years after throwing them all away.”

“Curse you! It is not a tin can!” Namgung Jincheon yelled. He lifted his golden hands as if he was going to hold up the sky.

“This body of mine is unbreakable and sacred. My heart has also ascended to become divine, and I pray that each of my actions will be remembered as that of a god’s…” he whispered to himself, looking heavily intoxicated on something.

“I will be the Martial God.”

[You have discovered the boss monster of the Neo City area, Martial God Namgung Jincheon.]

[Once defeated, safe zones will appear on Neo City.]

1. Seo Jun-Ho speaks formally to him. ☜

2. He’s speaking formally now. ☜

3. Can be read either as long laughs or as sniffling sounds. ☜