Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 317 Heart Harp
How much time has passed? Never mind, it's pointless now.

Is this rainwater? It feels a bit damp. The pain seems to have disappeared, but I can still feel this damp sensation? I wish there would be more rain.

Wait, let me open my mouth and drink a little. Oh, my mouth is sewn shut. Never mind then.

Night or day? It's all meaningless now; I can't see or hear anything anymore.

The pain returned for a moment? No, it must be that someone cursed me; the great sinner is already hanging on the city wall.
"Pain? Suffering? Helplessness? None of those. Perhaps, only emptiness remains."

Rean was hanging upside down, and could only perceive emptiness. His body was in so much pain that he had lost all feeling. His eyes, nose, throat, and ears had all been destroyed, and he could no longer sense anything.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

No, there's one more thing.

My heart is still beating; I'm not done yet.

Rean listened to his own heartbeat and felt the passage of time.

"A moment, a couple of moments. Drip. Drip, drip, drip."

The sound of his heartbeat became the only thing he could perceive after losing everything.

Life is always fading away. Even if Fisterion's situation is special, if he is hung on the city wall to dry, he will still die in an instant.

He counted his innermost thoughts, waiting for that moment.

But at some point, he started playing again.

At first, his heartbeat remained steady; what jumped like the rhythm of a drum was actually his consciousness.

But at some point, consciousness and heartbeat merged together, and the heartbeat even carried a pleasant rhythm.

"Clap clap clap clap clap clap."

His heartbeat was in a pleasant rhythm, and his body trembled slightly.

The more life energy is lost, the weaker life becomes, the stronger the heartbeat becomes.

Finally, without realizing it, his body began to "accompani" the music.

He gradually regained his sense of pain and touch, and realized that he could probably still sing.

Do you want to listen to my song?

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Rean had just woken from his dream when he instinctively roared. Only those who have experienced the pain of completely losing themselves, being unable to express or perceive anything, know the agony that can so easily drive someone mad.

He sat on the bed, stunned for a long time.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

When the door opened, Sallyman, Lana, and the maids rushed in, and Rean quickly reassured them.

"It was just a nightmare, a nightmare."

It was still the middle of the night, and this was Rean's first dream of a hero's spirit that he hadn't seen the end of.

Perhaps it's because what follows is too early for Rean at this point.

It was still pitch black outside the window. After spending some time seeing off the people who cared about him, Rean lay back on the bed, recalling what he had seen in his dream.

"I can't see through him, I really can't see through him. Is he really Lee Eun-suk?"

Upon waking from the dream, Rean was still a little dizzy and had a sore throat.

It's like singing all night without even drinking much water, okay? No, it's not just a feeling, Rean actually sang all night.

Initially, the exchange between the two sides was relatively peaceful.

Rean felt relieved when the other party agreed as soon as he asked. "If you really want to thank me for ruining my voice, sing me a song."

When this guy happily starts playing the piano, or rather, uses Rean's body as a piano, the unlucky Rean naturally can't stop.

Even so, he performed quite poorly.

“You, you piece of trash.” Fisterion sighed, somewhat disappointed.

After so many years, I've finally encountered a "vocal cord" that's tone-deaf and can't even get a pitch right. What's most frustrating is its rigid way of thinking.

"It's terrible, it has absolutely no artistic merit."

"What a coincidence, that's what my friend and my mom both say."

At that moment, Rean spoke with a smile, believing that his "incompetence" should be able to end this farce as soon as possible.

Singing and composing? What the hell? I'm here to inherit the power of heroic spirits and to build my own knightly order. I really have no ability to do art.

"Stiff, so stiff, how can someone have such a stiff brain?"

Even the god of drama thinks you're hopeless, so you probably really are hopeless.

What truly convinced Fisterion that Rean was beyond saving wasn't even his tone-deaf voice, but rather his "stiffness."

Artistic creation also requires precision and stability, but it is definitely not just about stability. Every time Rean's voice cracked, it was in the same place and at the same angle.

He was like a machine that made precise mistakes; whatever incorrect instruction was input, the result would inevitably be incorrect.

Let alone creating, he would immediately hesitate and feel uneasy if he made even the slightest change. Perhaps he would be an excellent "repeater," but he is far from being a creator or an artist. He cannot even do the most basic thing of incorporating emotion into his singing.

"Right is right, wrong is wrong. Give me the score, and I'll follow it. What need is there for self-interpretation or emotional expression?"

Rean's "rigidity" is probably multifaceted. He was originally a person who believed in "right and wrong," and the fierce character of the spirit of Sull further reinforced this instinct.

Expressing oneself? Indulging one's desires? Transgressing self-restraint? Isn't that illegal?!

"Your teachings are getting more and more dangerous. Uh, you're a terrorist anyway, so it's fine."

At this moment, Rean finally understood the necessity of the "cheating mechanism" in the Heroic Spirit Encyclopedia. Both Rean and Fisterion were certain of the fact that they were extremely incompatible with each other.

Some talents and aptitudes are predetermined, and being omnipotent often means being completely incapable.

Sue and Kuku were "picked out" by Rean himself. Their persistence, stubbornness, and ideals resonated strongly with Rean, and the inheritance was ultimately successful.

Lex and Fisterion were both "illegally summoned," so their compatibility can only be described as subtle. Lex's compatibility is passable, while Fisterion's is so low that it's completely impossible for them to inherit.

If you give Rean a musical score and ask him to learn and master it, he might be able to do it. But if you ask Rean to perform freely to the beat, well, what is a beat? What is freedom? What is performance?
If you let him perform freely but don't allow him to follow the script, he can stand there motionless from beginning to end.

But in reality, the more capable the mentor, the more "freedom" they give their students, allowing them to find their own path.

Someone like Rean failed the basics and chose the wrong subject.
"Even if they're gods, can't they teach me in a way I can understand?"

Rean's casual complaints could probably infuriate any mentor.

Fisterion didn't explode; he laughed.

"As you wish." In his outstretched hand lay a dream memory that served as the origin.

Thus, Rean enjoyed a complete first-person learning experience and almost got completely lost in it.

"I can't learn it." Even so, Rean still felt that he couldn't learn it; it was completely beyond his reach.

"I can't see through him." What puzzled him even more was Fisterion's lack of desire. He seemed to care about everything around him and had no desires.

Is this powerful figure truly a deity capable of interfering with the entire world? What is this heroic spirit thinking?
“However, now that we’ve got what we needed, let’s move on to the next step of the plan.” Rean reached out, holding a constantly flashing “Holy Emblem” in his hand.

This is the key to the gods (server), a beacon of faith for the Lord of Drama and Pleasure.

(End of this chapter)