SSS-Class Revival Hunter-Chapter 178: The Giant’s Legacy (2)

“Uburka, after witnessing the way you use aura, I realized something.”

“Are you talking about Motherfucking Aura Teaching?”

“I can’t help but lament over how you guys ended up adding that word to your daily vocabulary... Anyway, yeah. I saw great potential in Motherfucking Aura Teaching,” I said, once again riding on Uburka’s shoulders. “It has the potential for formula arts.”

“Formula arts?” Uburka asked, tilting his head. “What are those, Daddy?”

Before I met Teacher, I had only read a few lines from murim novels, but I learned the basics of murim from the Guardian whenever I had time.

“Martial arts are all about how to handle one’s own body. On the other hand, formula arts are something that multiple people demonstrate.”

“Ugor. Is it like a gang fight?”

“It’s similar to that, but it’s different from a simple gang fight,” I said. “Let’s say people from different sects fight on the same side, but that is just a joint attack, not a formula art. Formula arts require people to share the same principles and methods of aura utilization.”

“Is that what you’re trying to teach me, Daddy?”

“I’ll first teach you the Demonic Heaven Arts and then create formula arts. I haven't really been part of fights that use formula arts, so I’m not sure whether this will work out. Still, so what if it doesn’t work out? We should still give it a shot!”

“There’s something I don’t really understand. Why do I have to learn this?”

I tapped Uburka on the top of his head a couple of times. “Hey, hey. Child, if anything in this world needed a reason to exist, then a lot of things wouldn’t be around in the first place! For now, let’s just give it a try! Then, if we can’t really figure it out, we give up. Once we get a feel for what we’re doing, then we dive into creating the formula arts. Okay?”

“I see. We’ll do our best.”

“Yeah, a rough best,” I replied with a beaming smile. “By the way, your daddy has a question.”

“What is it?”

“Have you ever gone without food for more than a week?”

Uburka blinked. “Gau?”

From then on, I roughly taught him Demonic Heaven Arts.

“The Demonic Heaven Arts consist of nine forms. The first form is Starvation Death. It’s a sword form that was forged after hunger’s longing and desperation. You could say this is why you have to starve right now. Gosh, it’s really nice to be in a dream! We have an unlimited amount of time. You won’t die, no matter how much you starve!”

“Kill me!” Uburka cried out after starving for a week in dream time.

I ate sweet fruits and delicious fish in front of him. Not like he could do anything about it since his limbs were chained after I beat him in a fair fight.

“Just kill me!” Uburka yelled.

“Are you in distress?”

“Yes!”

“Are you in pain?”

“Every muscle in my body is screaming!”

“That’s it! Child, the form is about voicing that suffering through your sword. I tried starving for a week. Still, even if you starve, you can’t just starve without thinking. Think of a farmer and the farmer’s children starving to death somewhere. That is how you should starve.”

“Daddy, you’re insane!”

“Dreams are really nice. When I think of a snowfield, it pops up in my mind. The same thing happens when I think of a plague. A plague outbreak is the perfect environment to learn the Demonic Heaven Arts. There was nothing like this back in my day. Phew.”

“Cold... Daddy, it’s cold...”

“That’s Freezing Death! Picture how people had to rake fallen leaves to cover themselves because they had no blankets.”

“I’ll freeze to death before I do that...”

“It’s fine because you won’t die. My child, you’re the strongest warrior in the history of Terras, so this should be easy, right? Right?”

“It’s been a long time since I had to say this, but I really have to say it now. Fuuuuck...”

My lesson went on.

“You say it’s difficult to learn? Does being burned hurt too much? Okay, then I’ll burn with you. Even if it hurts, it’s better if we suffer together. It still hurts? Of course it does. That’s why we’re burning to death. But, my child, I can’t really hear you. If your vocal cords are burned up, you can use aura to make sounds. Look at your daddy. I’m not even moving my tongue, but I speak freely using my aura. Give it a try.”

“This... is... hell...”

“Wow, that's my boy! You learn so quickly! The Demonic Heaven Arts are about demonstrating the hells of the secular world one by one.”

“These martial arts are... horrible... How in the world did you learn them, Daddy...?”

I grinned. “Well, one thing led to another.”

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While my colleagues were busy taking care of their species, I devoted all my ten days to Uburka. Actually, I spend way more than that in Uburka’s dreams.

I scratched my cheek and said, “Well, not bad. I wish we could do more, but I’m satisfied with this.”

Uburka gritted his teeth. “Is that all you have to say? I experienced a living hell for ten days!”

“Umm... Well... I realized while teaching you that I’m very gifted in the Demonic Heaven Arts. I never knew it would take a lot of gifts to master these arts...”

“Of course! Which lunatic would know how dying from starvation, thirst, freezing cold, poisoning, illness, bludgeoning, and burning feels in detail? It’s even stranger to know this AND demonstrate it through your aura! A person can only die once, and once they die, it’s over! If this weren’t a dream, I wouldn’t have even considered learning these arts!”

“You’re right...”

My demonic cult was a tough one.

“As a matter of fact, you’re the strange one, Daddy! How can you use these hideous martial arts freely in the first place? How in the world can you do that? It’s actually a wonder that you’re sane!”

I smiled. “Thank you for the compliment. Well, after today, I’ll say goodbye to this era. But before that, let’s at least come up with a draft of our formula arts together. Even though you may not have mastered the Demon Heavenly Demonic Arts, you have at least reached the level of Entry Demon. Uburka, you and I now breathe in the same way in this world. Now that we can share our dreams, it will be possible to make them come true together.”

I jumped off Uburka’s shoulder. “Sit down.”

“Uger.”

“Unlike martial arts, formula arts aren’t well defined. They’re very incoherent. Some sects make their formula arts at the level of joint attacks.”

I sat across from Uburka and gathered stones in my hand. The stones rolled around in my palm by themselves, powered up by aura. “Imagine each stone is a warrior.”

“Okay.”

“Out of six people, five move in a certain rhythm. Kind of like a song. Those who fight these warriors become accustomed with their rhythm. The moment the opponent gets used to it, the sixth one comes rushing in at a completely different rhythm.”

Swish!

One of the six stones suddenly flew out. Before Uburka could react, the stone hit his pectoral, inflicting zero damage. Still, Uburka stared at me, most likely shocked that he hadn’t managed to respond in time.

“This is a joint-level formula art. People’s brains have the power to understand rules. Rhythm is also a rule. The core of this formula art is to use people’s cognitive abilities to our advantage.”

“Awesome.”

“Indeed. Though this is the most basic level of formula arts,” I said with a grin.

After inheriting the Heavenly Demon Cult, I learned various things from the Guardian whenever I had some free time.

“The next level of formula arts is illusion.” I summoned aura in my palm. “What do you see?”

“It looks like fire.”

“That’s right. It looks like fire even though it isn’t. That’s because I imitate fire using my aura. Uburka, you remember the time you became bigger even though you weren’t actually physically bigger, right? That is a kind of illusion art.”

I focused my aura on the six stones and set them on fire.

“What would happen if six people blazed their aura together? Imagine fighting six warriors like that. It would probably feel as if you’re trapped in the middle of an inferno, right?”

“Ugor.”

I grabbed the stones in the air. “This is one of the formula arts we will plan together from now on. You and I are the only ones who have learned the Demonic Heaven Arts. But what if there are three or six people like us? Or maybe twelve? Twenty-four?”

Uburka listened to me intently.

“What if one hundred, three hundred, or six hundred people learn the Demonic Heaven Arts, and all of them can perform the same form at the same time?”

Uburka’s eyes slowly widened.

I smirked like a mischievous boy. “No matter how much I try on my own, my inferno is about a meter wide. But with you, I can burn even a two or three-meter radius. If hundreds of people join in...”

“It’s possible to burn down an entire battlefield.”

Uburka’s mouth was agape. His eyes were also a bit hazy. Perhaps he was mesmerized by the scene I was describing.

“Hundreds of warriors would burn their souls following the same principle. The battlefield will then quickly become an inferno.”

My newly designed Demonic Heaven Arts were going to be formula arts. They weren’t going to be skills for an individual but for a group.

“Daddy, you called it an illusion, but I wouldn’t call it that. When illusion takes over the world, it becomes real.”

“What do you think? Isn’t it worth a try?”

“I do.”

“Okay. Let’s try it step by step,” I replied with a smile. “For these formula arts to work, we should have the same images in mind. After all, if we want to perform a choir song, we have to memorize the same lyrics. Uburka, you not only have to spread the Demonic Heaven Arts to the other Terras, but also the vision we share.”

“What kind of visions are you talking about?”

I drew a house on the ground. “I’ll tell you now. One day, I saw some dolls of children in a remote mansion...”

I told him what I had been through so far and what I had seen.

Formation 1: The young dolls in the infernal mansion.

Formation 2: The Demon King of Shadow in a remote village.

Formation 3: A peony that bloomed in a doomed winter.

Formation 4: The moon whose heart was stolen by a mirror.

Formation 5: The tear [1]that fell from a rooftop.

I sometimes drew on the ground, other times I conjured these images using my aura. I told Uburka everything I had experienced.

These were still just stories. Since they didn’t have forms, they couldn’t be called formations. However, these were the visions that would one day serve as foundation to the formula arts.

“These are the five visions I have for now. There may or may not be more of them in the future, but for now, there’s five of them.”

“I see,” Uburka muttered. “Daddy, you’ve had a hard life. I used to pride myself for living more passionately than anyone else, but you’re more diligent than me. You’ve been through so much in such a short amount of time...”

“It’s because I travel a lot.”

“Will I be able to travel to the same places as you, Daddy?”

I stood up. “Well, perhaps. You’re a child who went through metamorphosis on your own, so it may be possible for you to complete life rejuvenation. I’m going to leave this era behind, but we might reunite if you survive until the next era. And the next, and the next, and the next...”

Uburka laughed. “That means I’ll have to live a very long time. I’ll spread your stories to my Terras. I will make the five stories into Cavefires, and personally perform them at every shrouded full moon. I promise you my children will listen. Just as you took care of us, we won’t forget you either, Daddy.”

I held out my hand. Uburka bent down and did the same, somewhat cradling my way smaller hand as we shook hands.

“Uburka.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re a cool kid. Continue to spread your fuckery all over the world.”

Uburka grinned, baring his fangs. “Of course, Daddy.”

I’ll leave the stage.

White light enveloped me.

[The stage has been cleared.]

[The thirty-third floor has been cleared.]

[The quest is still in progress.]

[You are going to be immediately teleported to the thirty-fourth floor.]

[Your reward will be given after you enter the thirty-fourth floor.]

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