Nico - Go with the heart

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The strength in his entire body was stretched out along his arms.

Sweat was dripping down his body, and both of his arms were burning like steel rods that had been pierced with a torch. Looking down, he could see only a hair's breadth of the vast, shriveled body of Zeya Khatta.

He was hanging in the air on the rocky peak of the "Rin-Yeung Mountain," which was as steep as it was rugged. If he made one mistake, slipped one step, or moved one hand wrong, he would be blown into the open air of the Rin-Yeung Mountain beside him.

Given how high the mountain is, if he were to fall from where he was now, it would take him half a day to reach the Zeyamatta River below, which he could barely see.

As he fell, his body, struck by the sharp, beautiful rocks of Mount Chin, would be crushed into powder, like pieces of flesh being scattered into the Zeyadhatta River.

Even though he was facing such a difficult and arduous journey, the fear and trembling in his heart knew no bounds.

With a calm, clear conviction, he used all the strength he had to stretch his entire body from the wrist-to-hand grip to land on the right edge of the rock.

His body, swinging in the air, was as hard as a steel rod. It was as soft as a silk thread. The huge mountain loomed before his face, close at hand. He swung the rock and glanced at the place where he would jump. The empty space beside the rock was only wide enough for his two feet to stand on. [

He knew that if he even moved a hair, his body would turn into a mass of blood and flesh.

I added more energy and accelerated my body, gathering my calmness in my soul.

He flew through the air and threw a punch.

He floated in the air of the sky. Then he landed gracefully in a small space just a foot away. Everything was watching him in silence.

The mountain of death, though it had lost its prey, was about to fall with a loud roar, but it still waited for him calmly, believing in his harshness and cruel secret.

He couldn't rest for long at the place where he was allowed to set foot. He glanced up at the moonlight that was almost touching the cliffs of the mountain, and he made a mental note of the cliffs he had to climb, so that he wouldn't forget them.

If the full moon, which was almost touching the peak of the mountain, penetrated the mountain, the side of the mountain where he had climbed would be devoid of light.

Then the sharp rocks of the mountain, like swords, would pierce his hand as he reached out into the darkness. He would pull his hand hard and pierce his chest. That's why everyone called it the mountain of the dead. Therefore, he would reach the top of the mountain before the moon, which was about to touch the peak, disappeared.

Then he would be allowed to drink the long-lasting elixir of life, which was bathed in the moonlight of the full moon night, in the white lotus flower in the middle of the red lake.

The 6 lotus flower essence that enhances longevity is the hair of a one-year-old white lotus flower, which only opens its petals once a year and basks in the moonlight.

He made up his mind that the green, bubbling, full-moon-colored Wa River would be his only destination, and with the help of the remaining full moonlight, he selected and marked the rocks he would climb, and firmly grasped the first rock.

They climbed up, holding hands, steady.

The full moon had already penetrated about a fifth of the way into the summit of the mountain. He warned that he needed to be more precise and quick. If the full moon's light were lost, danger would soon be imminent, and he would have to throw away his great hope that had been waiting for him for many years, and his body would also be thrown into the Zeyadatta River.

As I was about to pull my body with my left hand and grab another rock with my right hand, a sudden realization came over me, and I was startled.

As soon as he felt that shock, his consciousness reacted with a precision that was a tenth of a second, and he slammed his palm against the protruding tip of the rock next to the ledge he was about to grab.

With a loud "swoosh" sound, something long and almost human-sized "floated" into the air below.

It is a beautiful, bone-crushing snake that is indistinguishable from the cliff face. These snakes live in caves on cliff faces, quietly sticking out only their heads, which are filled with venom.

The climber on the mountain of the dead body, when he touched their protruding head, would be poisoned through the place where he touched it, and the bones in his body would immediately rot and he would die on the spot. Now, he was able to strike the head of the death snake with his palm with a slanting hand only because of the hundred-bear poison gloves he was wearing on both hands. No poison could penetrate those hundred-bear gloves.

However, it will only happen if you are fully aware.

Before reaching the top of the mountain, there were thousands of dead snakes, mingled with the rocky cliffs. In this way, using his strength and caution in a balanced way, he gradually climbed up, and the moonlight gradually penetrated the peak of the mountain.

He pulled himself up and lay down on the "open chest" rock, his muscles gleaming in the moonlight. The feeling of being free and relaxed carried him through his entire body, as if angels were tending his soul.

The momentary rest seemed to infuse his body with a powerful energy. He opened his eyes and looked at the full moon from the peak of the mountain.

There's not much left of the full moon.

He didn't have much left to travel. If he continued to climb to the top of the "Open Heart" rock, he would be able to drink the divine intoxicant. Only after drinking that intoxicant could he save the Devi Myat Shin Saw. He would not let anyone but him take the divine intoxicant that had taken possession of his heart.

At that moment, the large stone "open-mouthed" rock he was resting on shook with a "soft" sound.

He immediately jumped up with a conscious mind and turned his face towards the enemy, ready to attack. However, he looked at her in surprise.

A humanoid giant, about half his body size and half his height.

The giant's face was always wet with mucus, and the thick, viscous fluid dripped onto the open chest, drop by drop.

A head of lion with a tuft of hair that stood out like a crown of thorns, a large, pointed nose that jutted out like a stick, narrow, red eyes, pointed ears that reached the top of the head, long, hard tusks, and protruding gums that were filled with mucus.

It had large, muscular arms and a hammer with a sharp, pointed tip that was as heavy as you could imagine. Behind the spine of the hammer, a long, double-toothed tail, staring at the giant humanoid, stood ready, its tail bent slightly, and pulled out the blood-red divinity.

"I'm going where I'm going. Get out of the way."

The giant humanoid shook its body violently, raised its head, and roared in disbelief. [Slime juices flowed from its face and mouth onto the stone mat. The hard, white stone mat foamed and bubbled when it came into contact with the slime.

If it touches human flesh, it can be torn off in one go.

"I swear a second time, I swear, I will not take the lotus flower that will break the curse after I drink the hair of Deva Indra. Please remove it from the path. If you don't remove it, you will have to fight to get there."

The human monster glared at him intently, then struck with unexpected speed and a large, spiked mace.

He didn't hesitate with the Bloody Devil Sword, but he jumped into the air and threw it. Then he jumped on the back of the human monster. But the human monster didn't give him a chance. It hit him with its strong tail, which was like a fish's tail. He quickly dodged and looked up at the full moon, which was already halfway to the top of the mountain. He didn't have much time.

He brandished his Bloody Devil Sword and charged forward with full force. The sound of the clashing weapons echoed through the air. The giant demon responded swiftly.

As soon as he realized that the thorny mace was coming in the wrong direction, he immediately took his soul and, holding the divine sword in his hand, jumped up and slashed at the head of the human monster.

The human monster dodged from under the bloody sword with incredible speed and swung the huge, terrifying mace in his hand, slamming it straight into his face.

"Oh..."

He sat up from his bed, his face covered in excruciating pain. A huge, intense pain was throbbing and throbbing on his face. It was as hot as if a fire had been thrust into his mouth.

The whole delicate feeling was being pounded with a huge, powerful hammer. The pain was so intense that I could barely breathe. I held my right cheek with both palms. And the pain seemed to ease, but it was still there. It was growing.

The Zeyadatta River, the mountain of the dead, the bone-crushing death snake, the open stone club, the demon giant and the goddess of the forest, etc., are no more. The hair of the goddess Indra is no more.

There was only a burning, painful toothache in his mouth.

He took a sip of water from the glass in front of him. His hot mouth cooled for a moment. The sound of the knife that pierced his heart and liver subsided for a moment. That moment was Nibbana.

But it's only temporary.

It was a real moment. The water that had been swallowed in my mouth immediately became hot. When I spit it out, it broke the mucous membranes and fell into the lower salivary glands. The pain of cutting the tender flesh with a knife was so intense that my liver ached.

I sighed in relief and went back to the water. For a moment. The burning, throbbing, horrible pain. I looked at the clock and saw that it was four fifteen minutes past four. Four fifteen minutes after waking up in complete pain.

In the evening, the teeth he hadn't realized were in his mouth began to burn, and his right lower molar, which was hollow, hurt. His mouth also felt a little hot.

At first, it was just a feeling, and if I poked it with the tip of my tongue, it seemed to ease. As the night went by, the pain did not ease, but rather got worse. So I stopped eating, drank a cup of boiled vermicelli, and drank some Alaxan, which was sold by a man named Bo Shu from the "doctor" pharmacy at the top of the road. It felt much better. He was happy that he was free from his suffering. It was as if there were no teeth in his mouth. He was able to reconnect with everything that had been so ugly during the toothache.

The boss, who said he didn't buy two more Alamans, thought the market economy treated him like a victim.

"If you need it, take it."

"No need, it's OK."

"Take it to Ko Lun Ya. It doesn't matter how much you pay, it's three pills."

“Hey, General Shu, I remember what you said. When you meet pain and medicine, one cup will cure it. But we always sell three cups. That’s because we have to sell medicine. If no one is in pain, they won’t want to buy medicine. So, we just grabbed two cups to go.”

General Shu's face fell. Then he spoke in a loud voice.

"Ha... that's not what I said. Nay Htet Lin."