I Don't Want This Reincarnation [1]

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In Sokcho, Gangwon-do, Cheon Sa-yeon arrived in front of the gate entrance in a deserted forest and looked around.

"Hmm, what?"

An elderly man's voice came from behind Cheon Sa-yeon, who was looking at the tightly closed gate entrance. The old man with his back bent slowly approached with his cane.

"Who is it?"

"Hello, old man."

Cheon Sa-yeon turned to the old man and greeted him with a bright smile.

"I came to enter the gate."

"Gate?"

The old man scratching his grey hair at Cheon Sa-yeon's words asked, tapping the ground with his cane a couple of times.

"You, did you come here with Dong-gyu's permission?"

Dong-gyu-ra (라, an imperative ending suffix; used when someone giving order to younger than or the same age as the speaker; same with the suffix "-kun" in Japanese; here and here). He was probably referring to Park Dong-gyu (박동규), the master of the Cheongho Guild (청호 길드의) who managed this gate. It was one of the very small guilds that managed the C-grade gates.

"Of course."

He never even contacted him, let alone permission, but Cheon Sa-yeon answered yes without hesitation. Fortunately, the old man didn't ask further and nodded his head.

"Take care, young man."

The old man, who stuttered with his dry lips and delivered his last words, turned his back and went down the slope. The red light of the setting sun shone through the leaves swaying in the wind.

"...thank you, old man."

Cheon Sa-yeon, who answered in a low voice belatedly, raised his energy. In response to that energy, the gate slowly opened its mouth.

As he put his body on the surface waving with strange colours like the Milky Way, he felt the cold air that was distinctly different from before. Haa, white smoke spread out as he exhaled.

Udeug. (우득)

Footprints were engraved on the densely piled snow. A midwinter landscape filled with pure white snow spread before his eyes. A large building that was somewhat out of place appeared through the snow swaying in the wind.

Cheon Sa-yeon, who drew Lilith's sword from the inventory, looked up at the building. The pure white building that soared under the hazy sky showed the owner's determined nature as it was.

Two men with spears stood guarding the all-glass front door. The black mask they were wearing stood out in particular.

"Don't come closer."

As Cheon Sa-yeon walked to the front door, one of the men standing guarding the door opened his mouth.

"There are currently no guests invited. You are an intruder."

"If you come close, we will use force to suppress you."

The men with the spears who warned with a voice that was as high and low as a machine flashed menacingly. Cheon Sa-yeon, who looked at the gatekeepers for a moment, gently curved the corners of his eyes and smiled.

"You are not under mental control."

"I will say it again. If you approach any further than that, we will use force-"

Before he could finish speaking, the man on the right fell down. It was such a quick and neat skill that there was no blood on the blade. Later, the man on the left pointed the tip of the spear at Cheon Sa-yeon, but his arms were cut off in an instant.