Chapter 358: Secret File, Dark History - 5

Apocrypha (5)

Secret File, Dark History - 5

Half an hour later, Yoo Il-Han was surprisingly sitting on a small boat, on a calm night sea, with his fishing rod hanging down.

As the full moon was clear, he thought it would be nice to fish the moon instead of the whale.

Yoo Il-Han held the rod like Grand Duke Jiang fishing for a long time but soon became dissatisfied. [reference]

"No, it is not supposed to catch a whale! Maybe the whale will break our boat!" Il-Han grunted.

"Believe in that fishing rod!"

The Angel's pride was great.

"It's the most powerful fishing rod in the warehouse of Heaven. It was used to fish Leviathan a long time ago," the Angel added.

"Oh, Moby Dick treats Leviathan as a sperm whale," Il-Han commented.

"Well, you're well-informed."

But there was a part in the Bible saying, "How dare you fish Leviathan with a fishing rod?"

Yoo Il-Han looked at the Angel again at that point.

She had a ring like a fluorescent light on her head and two wings spread out behind her back, fluttering slowly.

The words of the Bible meant that humans couldn't fish Leviathan, which meant that to God, it was possible.

After arriving at that conclusion, Yoo Il-Han asked the Angel curiously.

"...Leviathan. What happened to it after being caught?"

"After my father took its life, we all ate it deliciously," the Angel replied. Her eyes gleamed as if remembering her delightful meal.

"That ending is sad," Il-Han commented in a gloomy voice.

"It was really delicious. Was it because good people ate together? Whoo-hoo!"

The Angel sat on the boat and hummed, bouncing her feet on the calm water.

Her inhumanity was evident in the absence of any weight on the ship.

Her hair shone brilliantly in the moonlight, and Yoo Il-Han stared blankly at her body line but quickly shook his head to wake up.

"Why can't I just find a whale and stab it with a spear? Why do I have to fish?" Il-Han complained.

"You don't want to get wet, do you?" the Angel remarked, narrowing her eyes as if reading Il-Han's thoughts.

"... That's all?"

"And the number of artifacts that I could carry was limited. I couldn't take the artifacts that allowed me to breathe underwater," Il-Han whined.

I brought the fishing rod used to catch Leviathan but couldn't carry the artifacts to breathe underwater.

What are the criteria?

"Hmm, Hmm..."

Yoo Il-Han wanted to quibble over it but decided to pass this time because the Angel's humming was so good to hear.

The sky seemed to be sprinkled with gold in the dark coal mine. The sea just reflected the sky through the horizon—only the ship where Yoo Il-Han and the Angel stood between the sky and the sea.

"...and I'm feeling something now."

Il-Han remarked it all of a sudden.

It was a slip of the tongue since he felt so comfortable and happy at this time.

"What?"

The Angel stopped humming and looked at Yoo Il-Han. The only person who caught her eyes came to his senses and answered back.

"Oh, nothing."

'A loner doesn't expect anything from others.

A loner does not lean on others.

A loner does not approach others first.'

Yoo Il-Han recounted his motto and iron rules and braced himself up.

'As expected, this Angel is dangerous.

She is using tricks on me.

It's just that she's been too friendly to me from the start.

She might make me relax and then hurt me at the worst possible moment.

This slow break of alertness may be intended to hurt me at the worst moment.

Well, it might not be.

She may like me.

There's plenty of reason for that because I am doing her a favor.'

It was not strange that she liked him even a little.

'But I can't believe her.

I'll be betrayed if I believe.

If I don't believe it from the beginning, I won't be betrayed.'

Recalling his trainer's famous line today, Il-Han coughed in vain. At that moment, his droopy rod wriggled.

"It's a whale!"

The Angel widened her eyes and exclaimed.

Yoo Il-Han, too, held on to the fishing rod in shock. As expected, he could not feel any weight at all.

"Did it bite?" Il-Han asked.

"Not yet, I think it's still touching the bait," the Angel replied, shaking her head.

"Then, when do I pull... yo-oh-oh-oh!"

"Now!"

Yoo Il-Han suddenly felt that the fishing rod was being dragged toward the sea and hurriedly held onto it with all his might. He couldn't feel the weight, but he could strangely feel the power pulling him.

The odd situation was a feature attached to the fishing rod to convey the thrill of fishing without putting a strain on the fishing rod owner. It was the most useless function in the world.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Il-Han screamed.

"You don't have to shout like that!" the Angel exclaimed.

However, Yoo Il-Han couldn't hear the Angel. He quickly wound the reel and pulled the fishing rod vigorously as if pulling out the electrical cord from a fully-charged cell phone.

"What if it's a parrotfish?" Il-Han asked.

"I'll slice raw fish for you!" the Angel remarked.

"Then what if it's mackerel? How can we eat it?" Il-Han queried.

"Is that what you are looking forward to?" the Angel asked.

But it wasn't a parrotfish or a mackerel.

When the reel wound up, dragging Il-Han up, underneath the boat was a giant. He could see an absurdly huge shadow.

"It's going to break the boat!" Il-Han exclaimed anxiously.

"It's all right. It can't break the boat," the Angel comforted.

"Well, you had the time to prepare those things, but why didn't you prepare the artifact for breathing in the water?" Il-Han complained.

The next moment. The boat rose into the sky. A giant white sperm whale caught in a fishing rod pushed its head up!

[Goohoohoohoohoohooh!]

The whale was screaming as it rose!

'It's Moby Dick!'

Yoo Il-Han shouted out of instinct.

"Call me Ishmael!"

"That's a great joke!"

The Angel's infinite positivity rather calmed Yoo Il-Han.

The situation was not so easy now. Only God knew when the boat hanging on the whale's nose would break. Especially, Il-Han wondered when to let go of the fishing rod.

"You can stab the spear!" the Angel shouted.

"Re-really? Like this?" Il-Han asked.

"Of course. Go ahead and stab," the Angel affirmed.

"Uh, uh, Woo-ahh!"

[Goohoohoohoohoohoohooho!]

But the Angel was overestimating Yoo Il-Han too much.

The whale took the bait and struggled to swallow it completely. Fortunately, the boat was not broken.

However, Il-Han couldn't overcome the power of the whale and was thrown off.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Yoo Il-Han shrieked. Was it thanks to his loner tenacity that he had not let go of his fishing rod in the midst of it?

But Yoo Il-Han, who was desperately holding the fishing rod, felt as if he had no idea what to do.

'Ah.

Not all Pokemon fell and moved to the Pokemon Center.'

The whale opened its mouth to swallow Il-Han with the fishing rod.

"No!"

The Angel flew in with a shrill cry.

Yoo Il-Han suddenly wondered, looking at her astonished look. Somehow, it would be a bit pathetic to get her help like this.

'I was so confident that I could do anything by myself, but I'm just being dragged around by this lady.'

Yoo Il-Han was still a child, but he had high self-esteem. In particular, the Angel, who treated him as a special being, also wanted to show that his thoughts were not wrong.

Il-Han didn't want to disappoint the one who believed in him more than the desire to be recognized by others. Either way, he was not aware that it was not suitable for a loner who was unwilling to be associated with others.

"......He-he-he-he!"

Il-Han, shaking like dust hanging on the fan's blade, held on to the transcendent will that was exercised at the moment.

"Wait, huh?"

"Haaahhh!"

Yoo Il-Han threw the spear using the other hand free of the fishing rod, as hard as he could toward the sacred hole. He couldn't check the item's stator because the Akashic record wasn't opened to the Earth yet, but...

The Longinus spear, which had the option of finding and stabbing all the bad things, turned his reckless behavior into a divine move.

[Guaaaaaa!]

The spear, which had left his hand, flew in a straight line, pierced the whale's esophagus, and lodged in its heart.

The spear found the Mana, which had turned the whale into a monster, and burst it.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!]

The sound like a woman's scream made Yoo Il-Han shudder, but his body was still moving instinctively. He pulled the fishing rod and the fishing line's bait off the whale.

Yoo Il-Han bounced off, and the Angel took him out of the air in no time.

"You're brave!"

The Angel smiled.

'I did it.'

Yoo Il-Han murmured briefly.

"It's a piece of cake!"

It was terrifying, but Yoo Il-Han pretended to be calm.

The Angel soon realized that his body was shaking like a newborn baby deer, but for his confidence, she pretended not to know it.

Shhhhh!

"Huh?"

Then the spear that burst the whale's heart appeared again near Yoo Il-Han and was caught in his grasp. His eyes widened.

"Oh, my God!"

This time, the Angel looked genuinely surprised.

You have great potential, but... I recognized a human being who couldn't even handle Mana yet? Longinus' spear? Why the hell?

The Angel glanced at the Longinus's spear, but she couldn't find any difference. In the end, she had no choice but to say this to Yoo Il-Han, who was still surprised.

"It's the ability to be expressed as random, and you've been lucky. But you shouldn't just believe that and keep throwing. You'll get into a bad habit."

"I know I'm not good at pitching. I was trying to kill a whale somehow," Il-Han replied.

"No."

Then there, the Angel denied his words.

"I think you have quite a knack for javelin. Maybe you are talented in using spear..."

"Ah... so blatant flattery," Il-Han mocked.

"No, it's not."

The Angel flatly blocked his only attempt to deny the praise unconditionally.

"You don't have to underestimate yourself."

The Angel declared as if declaring an absolute truth.

"You're a man of infinite possibilities. You've only taken the first step, but don't give up on the long way ahead."

Maybe the first step you've taken will remain a special trajectory more than anything else.

"You see? You believe in your own possibilities."

"Uh... I see, uh."

On the night sea, the heart-broken whale was sinking. The Angel embraced Yoo Il-han while her majestic feather wings flapped. She looked at him with serious eyes, telling him so.

"So, when you get a chance, try to do whatever you can. Let's just focus on stabbing, not pitching."

"Uh, yes..."

Il-Han nodded as if possessed by something. The Angel disposed of the whale's carcass. They were soon able to land on a boat floating on the calm water as if nothing had happened.

"Huh! I was nervous for a moment, but you've done it all right. Now, if you work hard until tomorrow, anything won't bother you anymore," the Angel remarked.

"If it's not too much of a hassle," Il-Han replied.

"Oh, you were so unenthusiastic."

Yoo Il-Han turned his head slightly, feeling burdened by Angel's glistening gaze.

"It's a little bit of fun. Maybe it suits me," Il-Han remarked.

"Yes! You have a great aptitude for this!" the Angel convinced.

"Should you be so happy that I have an aptitude for killing something?" Il-Han asked.

'Why am I saying bad things this time?'

However, it was Yoo Il-Han's personality. When he thought something, he just said it. It was the nature of the outsider to say what he thought while blaming himself, "Why is he spitting out twisted words at this time?"

But the Angel was not swayed by the crooked emotion.

"Of course, I'm happy because soon this Earth will be an environment where you will die if you don't kill."

"Yeah?"

Yoo Il-Han raised his head. He could hardly believe that the Angel has made such a statement.

The Angel looked straight at him with a bitter smile that was not suitable for her beauty and spoke.

"I want you to survive the whole time. That's why I'm glad."

Yoo Il-Han could not answer. Suddenly, he felt like running away somewhere, but he had nowhere to run as a loner, so he stopped thinking.

The number of monsters left until the quest was achieved was three.