A Modern Man Who Got Transmigrated Into the Murim World

Chapter 69

Zhao Hui’s logic, cutting straight to the core, left no room for doubt.

If becoming a Divine Throne was not for the purpose of strengthening one’s divinity, then there would be no need to maintain such a massive religious organization.

Moreover, the Tong Tian Sect was the most extreme in terms of idolizing its leader throughout history.

The leader of the Tong Tian Sect was truly a living god, receiving more respect and reverence than even an emperor.

For the first time, a trace of emotion appeared on Tong Tian Zhun Shen’s inhuman face.

“So, are you saying that you are opposing the True God?”

Ah, I see.

Even though he was an absolute being in the martial world, I could understand his self-esteem as a “True Throne.”

But to think there are humans who shamelessly call themselves gods…?

In a way, that’s truly astounding.

Zhao Hui slowly raised his sword and chuckled.

“You’re a fool, aren’t you? Do you know the stupidest thing you’ve done?”

Tong Tian Zhun Shen remained silent, floating in the air with an emotionless expression.

“You’ve called yourself a Divine Throne, and you’ve made a mess across the Central Plains. Did you really think someone like me wouldn’t show up? Don’t you ever think about the consequences? Why leave behind things like the sword manuals or stone tablets? Especially…”

Zhao Hui gestured toward Tian Guai.

“Why did you spread your experimental subjects, like him, all over the Central Plains? Was it some kind of service you were giving me?”

*Tsutsu-tsutsu-tsutsu—*

A powerful aura gathered at the tip of Zhao Hui’s sword.

Its force was so immense that even the air itself was distorted and warped by the mere energy radiating from the blade.

“The moment I saw your sword, I recalled something— the ‘Three Divine Fusion Technique’ that had been lingering in my mind, now suddenly clear as day.”

It was a power that had been unwittingly displayed several times through Zhao Hui’s hands.

Once, Gui Yan Zi had mistaken it for the power of the Divine Throne—absolute, a force that could even distort the laws of the universe.

It was the very same power that had allowed Zhao Hui to instantly kill the former Six Honored God, Hui Yong Zhun Shen.

“So it was you.”

For the first time, the indifference vanished from Tong Tian Zhun Shen’s face.

“You were the one who killed Hui Yong? I can hardly believe it, even seeing it with my own eyes. I, the True God, have spent more than a thousand years perfecting and refining the path to transcendence…”

Transcendence?

For the first time, something that seemed like a clue to the Divine Throne’s path slipped from their lips.

“However, the transcendence and true weight, the formlessness and heavenly benefit that I’ve passed through—these are insignificant compared to me now. If you think of me the same way you think of Hui Yong, you’re gravely mistaken.”

Transcendence, true weight, formlessness, heavenly benefit.

These were terms that seemed to mark the stages one must pass through to reach the Divine Throne, but they were unfamiliar even to Gui Yan Zi, who had been listening.

It was clear now that among the Six Honored Gods, Tong Tian Zhun Shen was the only one who was truly unique.

“As you say, I have yet to answer the call of the Seat. But my status is undeniably the same as theirs. The reason I have not reached the heavens is most likely due to their political motives.”

Zhao Hui could not help but shake his head.

Normally, no human would dare to praise themselves so shamelessly.

This was pure narcissism at its peak, truly an object of study.

“Isn’t that a bit embarrassing? Haven’t you finished praising yourself yet? Now I’m dying to see your so-called godly power. Show it to me already.”

“…”

Despite Zhao Hui gathering an immense amount of power and raising his sword, there was not even the slightest ripple in Tong Tian Zhun Shen’s demeanor.

The one who calls himself a god.

Given that this opponent had made so many self-deprecating remarks, Tong Tian Zhun Shen should not have tolerated it…

Was he being cautious? Or was there another reason? It was difficult to judge his inner thoughts.

Zhao Hui decided to provoke him further.

“Don’t tell me it’s all just bluffing? You bastard, you say you’ve reached the Divine Throne? What? You’ve truly perfected the way to the heavens? Hahaha!”

But to Tong Tian Zhun Shen, who had long since transcended the desires and emotions of humans, no provocation seemed to work.

“You who have touched the path of transcendence, to me, human emotions have long since vanished, becoming meaningless. If your intention is to disturb my mind, I advise you to stop.”

Zhao Hui, with a mischievous grin, responded with a mocking phrase.

“Yeah, *nee-geum*.”

“*Nee-geum*…”

Tong Tian Zhun Shen frowned as he reflected on the word.

“It means the mother of the human bloodline. What is your intent in saying that in this situation?”

“Yeah, *nee-gae-bi*.”

“*Nee-gae*…”

It was a term for the father of the human bloodline.

Yet strangely, something akin to anger began to stir within him.

This… human emotion?

Could it be that even after all this time, Tong Tian Zhun Shen still had some semblance of human traits left in him?

Finally, for the first time, something akin to anger flickered across Tong Tian Zhun Shen’s face.

This human had dragged him, a god, down to the level of mere mortals.

“Anger…”

The long-forgotten human traits slowly began to warm within him, and the emerging emotions were something Tong Tian Zhun Shen truly didn’t want to acknowledge.

“How impressive. To dare… insult the True God like this…”

“Yeah, nee-geum.”

“…”

Zhe zhe zhe zhe—

A heavy resonating sound vibrated through the air.

In an instant, cracks began to appear in the body of Tong Tian Zhun Shen, and whatever had been restraining him began to break apart.

“Could it be… a form of Yeong Bong Gap (spiritual sealing seal)?”

“It’s certain. The energy of Mount Hwaeom had been sealed by something similar, but this one is much more powerful.”

As Zhao Hui listened to the conversation between Cheon Woo-ja and Gui Yan Zi, he voiced his confusion.

“Yeong Bong Gap? What is that?”

Yeong Bong Gap is a treasure that conceals spiritual energy.

Concealing spiritual energy?

Why would someone who considers themselves a god hide their own power?

The reason for wearing the Yeong Bong Gap is to avoid attracting the attention of higher beings than oneself.

In this world, who could possibly be a higher being than him? Such beings do not exist.

Oh! Could it be…?

He’s bound by the Heavenly Restrictions!

Zhao Hui could no longer hold in his curiosity.

“Heavenly Restrictions?”

Cheon Woo-ja kindly continued his explanation.

If the war of ants were to be interrupted by a human’s massive presence, what would happen? The moment the person steps in, the entire ant world would vanish.

Zhao Hui nodded slowly, seeming to understand, but this time Gui Yan Zi elaborated further.

If the existence of a criminal is compared to ants, this person would be at the level of a human. Thus, the heavens prevent his interference in the world through the constraints of karma.

Finally, Zhao Hui’s face hardened.

This was truly someone who far surpassed the level of a human!

No wonder he called himself a god.

But something seemed off as Zhao Hui reflected on the situation.

Isn’t Tong Tian Zhun Shen’s situation quite ambiguous?

If he were a true god, he would not be bound by the laws of heaven. Instead, he would transcend all laws and rule over the universe.

In contrast, this being, no different from a mere human, had to hide his power with something like Yeong Bong Gap and avoid the eyes of the heavens. In fact, his situation wasn’t much different from Gui Yan Zi’s.

Only then did Zhao Hui fully understand why his opponent had been talking so much.

“Ugh, you’re a complete fraud, huh? So this is the situation? It turns out you’re just someone who can’t do anything but talk, huh?”

Tong Tian Zhun Shen, who had already boasted of his Shin An Tong (Divine Eye Ability) that allowed him to hear the conversations of the spiritual beings in the spiritual realm, had most likely heard all of this. Yet, he made no attempt to argue.

But when he threw off the Yeong Bong Gap, revealing his spiritual power, just gazing at it made Zhao Hui’s mind nearly shatter, overwhelmed by an unimaginable presence.

If the beings in the Echelon of the celestial realm were here in person, they would have been crushed by the immense spiritual pressure, groaning in pain.

Even Zhao Hui, barely able to resist this overwhelming force, was on the brink of collapsing.

“You will be obliterated by the will of the True God today.”

Though it would be incredibly dangerous to unleash his full strength in this world, Tong Tian Zhun Shen had no intention of backing down.

Even if it meant being struck by the Bop Cheon Rae (Law of Heaven Thunder), forcing him to spend hundreds of years to rebuild his power, he could not forgive someone who had dared to drag him down to the level of a mere human.

Most of all, five hundred years had passed since that moment, and whether Bop Cheon Rae would strike again was uncertain.

Though it was a gamble, it was necessary to test the will of the heavens.

Being struck directly by Bop Cheon Rae would bring unimaginable pain to any human, no matter how transcendent their cultivation.

Yet, Tong Tian Zhun Shen had unquestionably reached the divine realm.

If he didn’t restrain his power, his soul, which was already starting to fragment, would be the ultimate proof.

His level of power was now on a completely different level compared to that time five hundred years ago.

Woo woo woo woo—

It wasn’t just spiritual energy, mental force, or divine power.

It was pure existence itself, emanating from his being!

The magnificent scene was so incomprehensible that it felt as if only he existed in this world.

Tsutsu-tsutsu-tsutsu—

Zhao Hui stared, dumbfounded, at his own body vanishing from the edges of his limbs.

As his physical form disintegrated into microscopic particles, he didn’t even feel pain.

Martial arts? Divine power?

What kind of force could create such an effect?

Zhao Hui quickly attempted to activate the Three Divine Fusion Technique, but even with his tremendous willpower, he could not muster any resistance.

It was as if the entire system of reality had collapsed, leaving him trapped in an endless abyss.

As his body completely disappeared and his vision collapsed, something happened.

Ooooooooo—

The heavens and earth trembled faintly.

Tong Tian Zhun Shen, who had been projecting his presence onto Zhao Hui, was now staring at the sky in utter shock.

Light—if it was light, it must be fast.

A flash of light is what it should be.

However, the dazzling beam of light seemed to dance through the air, slowly and erratically descending toward the ground.

A nightmarish memory from five hundred years ago vividly resurfaced in his mind.

“Bop Cheon Rae…!”

That was the will of heaven.

Or perhaps the will of a god.

Could a god be trying to punish another god?

Tong Tian Zhun Shen lifted the full force of his Cheon Ik (Heavenly Benefit) presence.

The path he had traversed to reach divinity, acquiring these powers, was one that could not be comprehended by human standards.

After countless eons, who could possibly punish someone like him who had walked through such an immeasurable journey?

“Divine Seat—!”

With that desperate scream, the eyes of Tongtian Zhenshen (Supreme God of Heaven) grew increasingly filled with confusion as he soared upwards to meet the heavenly punishment, the Fashen Lei (Divine Thunder), with disbelief.

That slow-moving lightning of the Fashen Lei was not directed at him, but at the Lesser Sword God (Sogeomshin).

Whoooom!

In an instant, a blinding beam of light erupted, and the unparalleled force of the Fashen Lei enveloped the disappearing body of Zho Hwi.

The body of the Lesser Sword God, covered by the remnants of the divine thunder, vanished from sight.

His form disappeared into a space beyond the reach of the laws—an unlawful void, known as the Wufakongjie (Lawless Void).

In that place, time flowed in a state of eternal and infinite expansion.

Although it was merely a fleeting moment in this world, in the Wufakongjie, it was an eternity, spanning eons.

For Tongtian Zhenshen, who had already endured the torment of countless eons five hundred years ago, simply witnessing the remnants of the Fashen Lei was enough to overwhelm him with a feeling of emptiness and dread.

He was momentarily stunned by this emotion.

Just half an hour ago, he had burned with intense pride, fully confident in his divine status. But now, facing the residual light of the Fashen Lei, he trembled with fear.

This contradictory feeling meant that the suffering he had endured five hundred years ago was still deeply etched into his soul.

It felt as if he had reverted to his former human state.

Raging anger surged within him. But this anger was not merely directed at the Fashen Lei.

The Fashen Lei, the heavenly punishment, was meant to strike down those who disrupted the balance of the mortal world.

Yet, the target of that punishment was not him, a self-proclaimed god, but the Lesser Sword God?

What made him even angrier was the strange sense of relief he felt at the thought that the Fashen Lei was not meant for him.

The very same god who had transcended humanity and claimed divinity now found himself consumed by the most human of feelings: vexation and confusion.

It was only then that Tongtian Zhenshen realized the truth.

He had never truly escaped from the human condition. If he had reached the true divine state, he would never have felt these emotions, nor would he have feared the Fashen Lei.

Ssss—

Once again, the dazzling, radiant light filled the heavens and earth as the Lesser Sword God’s body manifested.

When he reappeared, he was naked, with the exception of the dark, foreboding bloodstone pendant around his neck.

However, the dark aura surrounding the bloodstone began to dissipate, and it soon returned to its ordinary state.

The Lesser Sword God.

His previously closed eyes slowly opened, revealing a hollow, indifferent gaze, as though he found everything in the world utterly trivial.

“Hah…”

A long, weary sigh escaped his lips.

Tongtian Zhenshen couldn’t understand it.

Five hundred years ago, when he returned from the Wufakongjie, he had no time to sigh. He had endured endless torment, and his mind had been on the verge of collapse.

Yet here, the Lesser Sword God sighed as if he had all the time in the world.

“This… what are you…?”

Zho Hwi scowled, muttering curses.

“Shit, what kind of situation is this? Huh? Guys!”

When Zho Hwi looked down, he saw Jin Ga-hee, Yeom Sang-rok, and Kang Bi-woo staring blankly at the sky.

“Wow! What is this? It’s been over three thousand years, hasn’t it?”

Tongtian Zhenshen’s eyes widened.

“Three thousand years?”

That was an unimaginable span of time. He himself had been trapped in the Wufakongjie for just over two hundred years.

“Wow! A tree! That’s definitely a tree, right?”

Zho Hwi’s body flickered like a mirage and soon appeared amidst a thick grove, bursting into tears as he hugged a tree.

“Ugh! Now I understand why those monks are so obsessed with the mountains! Nature is so precious! Grow more, get greener, tree!”

Zho Hwi rolled around on the ground, sniffing the earth like a madman, before running to a stream to swim. Soon, he ran, naked, towards Jin Ga-hee.

“Oh my!”

Jin Ga-hee screamed in surprise and turned away, but Zho Hwi ignored her and hugged her tightly.

“Ah! What are you doing, oppa?”

“Heh heh, after starving for three thousand years, everything comes to mind!”

Surprisingly, Jin Ga-hee, shocked by his reckless behavior, pushed him away.

“What are you saying? Let go of me!”

“I’m not mad anymore! I don’t hate or dislike anyone anymore! Mmm… sniff sniff! So this is what a woman’s scent is like! Sang-rok!”

Now it was Yeom Sang-rok’s turn.

“What the hell is this?!”

Zho Hwi, with the same fervor, embraced Yeom Sang-rok, rubbing his face against him and sniffing the air as though fascinated. He then looked at him again with wide eyes.

“Ah, a dignified Sapain! You look exactly like I remember! I like it! This is the proper man of Sapain! You’re a man! A human!”

“Are you crazy?”

“Well, do I look sane to you?”

“Wow! You’re a freak!”

Zho Hwi, who had frozen in place, suddenly dashed toward Cheon Gwe, lifting him into the air.

“Ha, I knew it! You are indeed a real person, right? Good, good! I’m so glad! Anyway, your swordsmanship is definitely not ordinary. It stayed with me for a long time. You’re definitely stronger than the Sword Saint of the Jaha Clan. I can say that with confidence. Ah? You want to see what happens when the end of your sword strikes?”

*Swish-*

A light, seemingly aimless gesture made in the air. However, as it was observed by Cheong-goe, he froze, like ice.

“Did you see that? Did you feel it? Impressive, right? Your sword is definitely not inferior to the Sword God’s ‘Void’ or the Demon God’s ‘Destruction.’ I’ve named this sword ‘Extreme’—how does it sound? Does it suit it? Please say it suits it! Ah, damn!”

Looking up at the grand gathering place of the Four Celestial Sects located at the foot of the valley, Jo Hwi’s eyes welled with tears.

“My martial world…”

What would it feel like for a person to be trapped for three thousand years alone?

It was as if everything from the past had become a distant, aching longing.

But surprisingly, among all the memories he had longed for, the one that resided most deeply in his heart was not his past life as a modern person, but rather this martial world.

The Martial World.

That name he had longed for.

He was no longer a modern person fallen into the martial world.

He was a martial person.

Jo Hwi, not Jo Yeong-hun, was the life he had strived for.

At that moment, the figure of the Heavenly Sky Lord, who had been floating in the air, slowly descended to the ground where Jo Hwi and his companions stood.

“…What exactly did you experience in the Lawless Void?”

“Experience?”

Jo Hwi tilted his head in confusion. He had never heard of the Lawless Void and certainly hadn’t had any events that could be described as something he ‘experienced.’

“That place was merely…”

As he continued speaking, Jo Hwi suddenly froze and his expression became stern.

“Wait a minute. Aren’t you the one who tried to kill me?”

His eyes widened in recognition.

“Right! You were the one who tried to erase my very existence… What was it again? Ah, the Six Celestial Lords! The head of the Six Celestial Lords! What was your alias again…? Oh right, ‘Backstab’! Backstab Lord!”

“….”

Cheong-goe didn’t seem angry at being called by such a strange nickname but was more curious about what kind of curse he had endured from the Lawful Thunder.

“Did you not endure the Curse of the Hot Sea and the Boundary of the Eight Cold Winds? Or the Void of Darkness?”

Jo Hwi, hearing these unfamiliar terms, had no idea what Cheong-goe was talking about.

“Small Sword God, please tell me. If it wasn’t the Lawless Void, then where exactly did the Lawful Thunder send you?”

Lawful Thunder?

Was he referring to the five-colored rays of light?

But why was he curious about that?

Ah! Now he remembered! This guy wanted to become a god, didn’t he?

“I don’t want to tell you. Just die wondering, ha ha!”

Once again, Cheong-goe unleashed his immense spiritual power.

Jo Hwi was not fazed and responded immediately.

“Oh? You’re going to use force again? Hmm.”

Jo Hwi’s mind started racing. If he was going to suppress Cheong-goe, he would have to take his life, and he couldn’t think of a way to restrain him without killing him.

“You might actually die if you keep this up. Think carefully.”

“What?”

Jo Hwi chuckled.

“I told you, didn’t I? Three thousand years.”

Jo Hwi plopped down into a cross-legged meditation posture.

“I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about existence. In fact, both thoughts and spiritual power can be considered forms of existence, right? The very power emitted by existence itself.”

It was clear that strengthening one’s existence could lead to divinity.

But to think that he had been looking for a way to strengthen his existence through thoughts and spiritual power was absurd.

“To think I wasted so much time on such trivial ways.”

“What? Trivial? You’ll regret saying that.”

Seeking existence through thoughts or spiritual power was completely misguided.

Cheong-goe couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.

The most reliable and proven way to evolve human existence was to enhance spiritual power.

Without understanding and mastering spiritual power, one could not even begin to touch the realm of existence.

Even the ancient Dharma, when he was human, had made his own Dharma Stone to enhance his spiritual power. And his three disciples did the same.

To think he was spewing such nonsense while wearing the spiritual stones passed down from them!

“Can’t believe you don’t get it? Well, whatever.”

Jo Hwi, still seated in his lotus position, slowly began to raise his thoughts.

“Alright, this is thought.”

Thought, unlike spiritual power, had clear limitations because the human existence was too weak to expand it much.

But what was this?

The thought of the Small Sword God.

His pure self.

It was covering the heavens and earth.

His will reached so far that it was impossible to fathom where it ended.

How could such a thing be possible with a human’s weak thought?

There was a state in martial arts called the Harmony of Heaven and Earth.

A state of communion with the natural world.

This state, which martial artists called the Natural Realm, was one where the practitioner could express the qualities and temperament of nature through their body.

But this was not the Natural Realm.

If the Natural Realm was the state where one could express the attributes of the universe through their body, then what Jo Hwi was doing was controlling everything with his own pure will.

Not just borrowing power, but controlling nature with his own intention.

This technique—‘Thought Guidance’—was supposed to be impossible.

It was something that had failed for countless people in countless experiments.

“This is possible through thought? This is impossible!”

The countless years of suffering and hardship that had been endured by his peers felt meaningless!

Jo Hwi knew exactly what Cheong-goe was thinking.

“Backstab Lord, don’t you still understand what you’ve been overlooking?”

“What do you mean by that?”

Jo Hwi pointed at himself with a grim look in his eyes.

“Yi-nyeom, as it’s literally called, is the ‘power of thought.’ But what would happen if a human, locked up in a small room-like space for three thousand years, only expanded his own thinking?”

“What? What are you saying?”

To the bewildered Tongcheon Zonshin, Jo Hwi nodded with his usual neutral expression.

“That’s right. Among all your plans and attempts, there was one thing you overlooked. And that was the unimaginable ‘long time.'”

Tongcheon Zonshin felt wronged.

After countless martial arts, spells, elixirs, and divine techniques, he had finally reached a span of a thousand years.

Who could possibly include a long three thousand years in their experiments?

“You’re frustrated, aren’t you? But it’s the reality. The path to the Celestial Seat? That never existed from the start. It’s not something that can be achieved through effort. Those destined to reach the Celestial Seat were already determined from the beginning.”

“Then who…?”

“Anyway, don’t obsess over the seat. If we were common civilians…”

Jo Hwi looked up at the sky with a slight smile.

“Those guys are just warriors of the Jianghu.”

The place Jo Hwi had been trapped in for three thousand years was none other than a small sphere, about five feet in diameter.

In the colorless sphere, no natural changes occurred.

There was no light, no darkness, not even air.

His body had ceased all biological activity, and only his consciousness and thoughts remained in that truly “empty space.”

In this maddening emptiness, there was one device that kept his humanity intact.

It was a gear-like object, shaped like a clock.

The gear floated above the empty space, outside the colorless sphere.

Around its perimeter were inscriptions that couldn’t be read by any human language system, inscriptions that, just by looking at them, conveyed an overwhelming divine will engraved countless times.

Though the characters couldn’t be read, the moment one gazed upon them, their meaning imprinted in the mind.

The reason for the existence of the gear was then understood.

One turn of the gear equaled one thousand years in human time, and after completing three full rotations, Jo Hwi would be freed from the empty space.

It wasn’t an endless, meaningless time spent. Instead, once the appointed time had passed, he would be freed.

Of course, the situation of being trapped for such an unbearably long time didn’t change, but the hope of eventual release kept him from losing his sanity.

However, three thousand years…

For a human’s senses, it was an eternity. Jo Hwi’s mind repeatedly spiraled into madness and back to normal.

People would say that if there existed a human who had experienced such an eternity, they would have transcended human emotions and become a being free from all feelings.

Jo Hwi had felt the same way at first.

Everything seemed meaningless, and human desires and struggles appeared worthless.

But as he slowly retraced his memories, he realized how valuable a single human life truly was.

People meet and form relationships.

They love, sometimes become jealous, shed tears, and hold hands. These ‘dramas of life’ were far more valuable than the unbearable boredom of eternity.

Humans instinctively understand the terrifying brevity of their lives and strive to make the most of their short time.

Thus, human desires are not filthy, but pure.

The martial artist’s desire to master the greatest martial arts and become the ruler of the Jianghu.

The politician’s ambition to defeat all opponents and rise to power in a world full of political scheming.

The merchants traveling the world with nothing but a bundle on their back, dreaming of becoming the greatest merchant in the world.

He, too, was one of those humans driven by the instinct of ‘diligence.’

Human memory is strange. Past memories always seem beautiful.

Tongcheon Zonshin, who had devoted a thousand years of his life to the goal of the Celestial Seat.

The cheerful Jin Ga-hee, who overcame a painful youth to ride the winds of the martial world.

The moth to the flame, Gang Bi-woo, obsessed with the sword, and Yeom Sang-rok, who toiled in the mundane world only for shallow tactics…

All of them were humans driven by the instinct to live diligently, beautiful lives.

Jo Hwi was content with them all.

Time, in its relativity of long and short, cannot truly measure the value of life.

They struggled, desperately living, and their time had definite value.

Humans may admire the immortality of the gods, but the eternity of the gods can never prove the superiority of value over a human’s finite life.

In fact, it is not the gods who should be admired, but humans.

This is likely why those ‘seats,’ those divine beings, covet this world.

Though he didn’t know exactly why.

But as Jo Hwi thought about these things, he shuddered all over.

“Oh, no!”

Shaking his head and trying to gather his thoughts, Jo Hwi continued to focus.

He had no intention of spending an eternal, meaningless time in the Celestial Seat.

But if his mindset continued to drift in this direction, his existence would naturally elevate, and he would inevitably reach the Seat.

Even if, in the end, he died and became nothing but a spiritual fragment, he preferred to enjoy a short, meaningful life as a mortal.

This was the conclusion Jo Hwi had come to after three thousand years.

Carpe Diem!

Thus, Jo Hwi repeated the most famous phrase representing the joys of human life countless times in his mind.

And then, at that moment…

“Hmm…”