You Will Be Blessed If You Do Good Deeds¿ - Chapter 227

Han Jaeyoung felt it hard to breathe.
Everything around him was red.
The decayed corpses, which should have been long asleep, were spilling bright red blood, staining the land all around them.

It was a horrifying sight, one he might never forget.
Something that, if he were a fairy, would have been utterly unforgivable.
Committing slaughter against defenseless targets.

It was a shock that felt as though his very existence was being denied.
He tried to keep his mind intact, but he was already beyond the reach of his will.
Even breathing was painful, and his whole body felt as though it were being crushed. His limp limbs felt as heavy as if they had been soaked in water.

âAm I going to die like thisâ¦?â
At some point, Han Jaeyoung began to think that way.
However, a part of him thought that maybe it wasnât such a bad life after all.

For the decades he had lived hiding his half-fairy heritage, there hadn't only been good things.
Living among ordinary humans, always unable to truly blend in, he had always felt like a foreigner, a sense that had been etched deep within him.
But looking back, he had managed to make some friends he could trust.

Moreover, his death wouldnât be without meaning.
He had lived trying to protect the world he had been part of, so perhaps his existence had some value.
âBut, if Iâm going to die, I wish it would be soonerâ¦â

He felt that much suffocated.
In fact, it seemed more and more difficult to breathe.
It felt like something heavy was pressing down on his stomach.
Could he be undergoing some kind of torture?

âMaybe if my mind clears up a bit, it would be better to bite my tongue⦠huh?â
Suddenly, Han Jaeyoung realized how hot he was. His body was covered in sweat, making him feel uncomfortably sticky.
Had he fallen into a hellfire?

Even so, his heavy limbs wouldn't move no matter how hard he tried.
It felt as though something was wrapping around him.
âHuh?â

A strange sense of unease struck him.
Han Jaeyoung opened his eyes.
â...What is this?â

What he saw was a ceiling made of wooden beams.
He blinked in confusion.
When he tried to sit up, he realized that his body felt heavy because of the thick cotton blanket that covered him.

The sweat soaking his body was the same reason.
âHow much fire did they have in this room...?â
The ondol, the underfloor heating, had been so hot it felt as if it could cook a person.

Han Jaeyoung was dumbfounded as he tossed the blanket aside and stood up.
The wooden # Nоvеlight # hanok and ondol, the heavy cotton blanket with clumsy floral embroidery, and the overall rustic setting were all too unfamiliar to him.
Thwack! Thwack!

Moreover, there were sounds coming from outside the room.
âAh, was I just having a crazy dream?â
In the scene with no blood, no foul stench, Han Jaeyoung shook off the nightmare and opened the door, peeking outside.

âMom, stop killing trees, letâs just live cold⦠huh?â
However, the scene that greeted him as he opened the door was entirely unfamiliar.
Han Jaeyoung stood frozen, stunned by the sight before him.

Thwack!
The dull thuds he had heard, as expected, were the sounds of firewood being chopped.
But the person chopping the firewood wasnât his mother.

A tall man with broad shoulders, his hair completely white, turned to look at him.
Han Jaeyoung blinked.
âYuhanul...?â

âHan Jaeyoung Hunter.â
Yuhanul, holding an axe, said with a blank expression.
âYouâve finally woken up. Thatâs a relief.â

âAm I still dreaming?â
âDonât you wish it were a dream?â
As expected, the voice was as familiar as Yuhanul himself. Han Jaeyoung turned his head.

Crack, crack.
The warm afternoon sunlight filtered through the open veranda.
A girl sitting at the end of the floor, peeling roasted chestnuts, was eating them methodically.

From the blackened fingertips and the pile of chestnut shells beside her, it was clear she was enjoying them.
And on Jeong Da-onâs lap, Leo, playing with the chestnut shells.
Han Jaeyoung looked at Jeong Da-on with a slight frown.

âJeong Da-on...?â
âYeah.â

âWhy are you in our house?â

Am I still dreaming?
If this were a dream, it was certainly a strange one.
Han Jaeyoung became confused.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his family home, so he thought the battle in Suzhou must have been a dream...
But seeing Yuhanul and Jeong Da-on here, it still felt like he might be in a dream.
âAnd what are you wearing?â

âOh, this.â
Jeong Da-on looked down at the clothes she was wearing.
A loose white T-shirt and extremely comfortable, what they called ârefrigerator pants.â

Those were the kind of clothes Han Jaeyoung wore when he visited his family home to help with farm work...
Yet, for some reason, Jeong Da-on was wearing them now.
Jeong Da-on shrugged.

âMy mom gave them to me. Told me to wear something comfortable.â
âMy mom?â
âYeah, your mom.â

Han Jaeyoung found the title "mom" oddly awkward as he was thinking about it, when suddenly, he heard rustling sounds from the kitchen.
âJaeyoung, you finally woke up?â
A middle-aged woman appeared from the kitchen.

A woman who clearly looked like Han Jaeyoungâs mother.
Han Jaeyoung pressed his aching head tightly.
âMomâ¦â

Han Yeongwon.
It was Han Jaeyoungâs human mother, who was of half-fairy descent.
Tall and large in stature, despite being well past middle age, she still had the beauty that anyone would admire.

Han Yeongwon surveyed Han Jaeyoung before nodding.
âYou seem to be mostly recovered. Iâm preparing a meal, so go wash up before you eat. Your friends are here, and you donât look good.â
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Without waiting for Han Jaeyoungâs response, she disappeared back into the kitchen.
âGrrrâ¦â
Leo, playing on Jeong Da-onâs lap, let out a sound from his throat.

Han Jaeyoung hoped it wasnât a mocking sound as he turned back to Jeong Da-on.
âWhatâs going on here?â
âWhat's going on?â

Jeong Da-on, still peeling chestnuts, shot back at him.
âDonât you remember? You were about to die.â
âAh... thatâs right.â

When Han Jaeyoung first woke up and saw the familiar family home, he thought everything that happened in Suzhou was a dream.
But now, seeing Yuhanul and Jeong Da-on, he realized it wasnât.
And his sense of reality started to return.

Han Jaeyoung mumbled softly.
âI was definitely in Suzhou, and I fell into Hyunam-senseiâs trapâ¦â
Suzhou.

The closed city controlled by Hyunam-sensei.
Han Jaeyoung had tried to defeat Hyunam, but he ended up falling into a trap.
Who would have thought those bodies, clearly reanimated corpses, were actually still alive?

âI went to rescue you. Do you remember what you said to me?â
âAh... thatâs right.â
Now that he thought about it, he remembered.

After falling into Hyunamâs trap, Han Jaeyoung activated the party system and barely managed to send a message to Jeong Da-on.
Then, when he regained consciousness, he remembered stopping Jeong Da-on from killing Hyunam.
But that memory felt disconnected from what was happening now...

âBut why am I here?â
He still didnât understand why he was back at his family home with Jeong Da-on and Yuhanul.
âWhat happened after that? How did we get back from Suzhou?â

No matter how much he thought about it, it didnât make sense.
âIt wasnât something that could be solved so quickly. There were thousands of monsters advancing toward the cityâ¦â
âItâs already all taken care of.â

Jeong Da-on replied to his question as if it was the simplest thing, still peeling chestnuts.
âDonât tell me you really launched a meteorâ¦â
âUnfortunately, no. Donât you remember? You asked the system to generate a quest.â

âOh, right.â
Jeong Da-on had made some kind of plan, and when she did, the system generated a random quest to solve the Dungeon Break.
He remembered being impressed by her cleverness.

âSo, did people from other cities really come to help?â
âYeah. Thanks to them, we suppressed the Dungeon Break, and by the way, I also dispelled the formation in Suzhou. Now that the formationâs gone, mercury poisoning can be easily treated with modern medicine, so thereâs no need for further intervention.â
âYeah, about thatâ¦â

Jeong Da-onâs response was so casual it made him more confused.
âIsnât this a dream?â
Were these problems really this simple to solve?

Seeing Han Jaeyoungâs confused face, Yuhanul nodded in agreement.
âDa-on handled most of the Dungeon Break suppression and formation disbandment. Thatâs why Da-on collapsed from the physical strain and just woke upâ¦â
âShut up.â

Jeong Da-on threw a chestnut shell at Yuhanul, a look of irritation on her face.
The chestnut shell hit Yuhanulâs shoulder and fell to the ground.
âDonât talk nonsense.â

âSo, youâre so hungry that youâre eating almost a whole bag of chestnuts right after waking up.â
âAre you growing a liver outside your body?â
âTo be precise, it wasnât me who acted recklessly, it was youâ¦â

âMeow!â
The little black panther, having shrunk to the size of a kitten, yawned widely.
The sight of two arguing friends and a cat was truly peaceful.

Except for the fact that Han Jaeyoung was utterly bewildered.
Staring at them, he finally gathered the courage to ask his biggest question.
âSo, I was unconscious the whole time you handled the situation, and you two brought me back to Korea?â

âYeah. Thereâs no reason to stay any longer.â
ââ¦Then why did you bring me to my family home?â
That was the question.

Why his family home, and not a hospital?
âYou were completely out of it after coming back to Korea.â
Jeong Da-on said blankly.

âBy the way, youâve been unconscious for a week.â
A week!
Han Jaeyoung was stunned to learn that so much time had passed.

âHonestly, I thought just supplying mana would solve it, but it didnât. No matter how much I tried, Iâve never dealt with a half-fairy before.â
âThat makes senseâ¦â
Fairies were already rare, let alone half-fairies.

And this wasnât just a typical injury.
Jeong Da-on had every right to be flustered.
âSo, I came to ask your mom if she knew how to treat you. Thankfully, she did.â

Jeong Da-on gently stroked the hanokâs veranda.
âItâs definitely a good place for a fairy to recover.â
It was true.

Han Jaeyoungâs family home was located in a rural village near Gurye, Jeollanam-do.
Surrounded by steep mountains, it took over two hours by car to see another village.
The area was completely natural.

It had been an undeveloped area to begin with, but after the Dungeon Break, it had fallen off the administrative radar, and no humans had set foot there, making it the most comfortable place for Han Jaeyoung.
ââ¦I guess now I understand why weâre here.â
Han Jaeyoung finally accepted the situation.

Of course, he was still curious about how Yuhanul had figured out his familyâs address.
âSun Hyunhwa must have told him.â
He must have learned it through Sun Hyunhwa.

But that didnât clear up all his questions.
âBut who gave me these clothes?â
âYour mom.â

Jeong Da-on looked at the flapping pants.
âBy the way, your mom really likes me. Itâs rare. Usually, she prefers Yuhanul.â
ââ¦.â

Jeong Da-on seemed to know she wasnât the type to be favored by adults.
And honestly, Han Jaeyoung was surprised too.
His mother, Han Yeongwon, wasnât the type to be kind to just anyone.

Jeong Da-on added dryly.
âOh, she asked me if I was your girlfriend, and I denied it.â
ââ¦Thatâs really not something I wanted to know, but thanks for answering.â

Han Jaeyoung sighed.
Hearing her words, he finally seemed to gather the courage to ask his biggest remaining question.
âWell, I have one more question.â

âWhat is it?â
Han Jaeyoung pointed at the air.
In the green mountains, surrounded by the hanok and warm scenery, there was something that didnât fit.

A face floating in mid-air, as if it had been trapped in a spiderâs web, a strange, grotesque form of a creature.
One remaining green eye gleamed ominously, glaring at him.
âWhat is that?â

âIs your memory really that bad?â
Jeong Da-on, still eating chestnuts, asked seriously.
âCanât you tell? Itâs Hyunam-sensei.â

ââ¦â¦â
Han Jaeyoung honestly wished he could just pass out again.