The Yokai are strong.
Their blood flows differently from humans,
and their history is deeper.
They destroy mountains,
and their rivers run red with blood.
From all walks of life,
they follow a history passed down through generations,
the bloodlines of the powerful.
The Yokai call it the <Inheritance>,
and the Imp explained this to the Silent Swordmaster.

"The Yokai's inheritance hints at a special 'ability' that develops in a certain direction. If you understand it, it’s always to your benefit. This is how I, a weak Imp, have survived."
"Humans. Useless."
"Wendigo is a strong half-Yokai, so even without knowing the inheritance, he has easily beaten enemies. But against a Yokai stronger than him, he can't win, can he?"

Human wisdom.
The Imp, who had seemed nothing more than a cunning and deceitful being,
unexpectedly revealed this wisdom.

"If you know the inheritance, you can understand the weapon of the strong and recognize their weaknesses."
"Can we kill a Yokai General?"
"At least, your chances of winning would increase by 10%. So, you must remember the quickest way to recognize the inheritance."

By inadvertently joining the ticket hunt,
making countless enemies out of the Yokai,
and now realizing that there was no other way to survive except by relying on this team,
the Imp decided to pass on the valuable wisdom that had protected him all his life to the fighters.

"True name. Every Yokai’s bloodline has an 'original,' and that original is called the 'true name.' Strong Yokai who know this tend to hide their true names and use false ones on the surface, but most of them reveal their true name carelessly."

The Imp’s eyes briefly flickered toward the Boogeyman,
hidden behind the closet,
and Ha Eun-eung caught it.
The subtle mocking of the thoughtless and foolish Yokai.
True to his treacherous nature,
the Imp sought to take petty revenge on the Yokai, who looked down on humans,
by insulting them with words,
but the Boogeyman didn’t even flinch.
It was as though the words of such a small, insignificant creature held no meaning or value.
Wendigo, too,
showed no signs of profound realization.
Only the Bastard Prince
seemed to be thinking deeply,
and after listening carefully,
Ha Eun-eung considered the information worth noting.

‘True name. It would be good to know.’

Every time she defeated a field boss,
and every time she interacted with an opponent before parting ways,
the options that appeared in front of her
included "True Name Unveiling" at a notably high frequency.
This showed just how much weight the true name carried in the half-Yokai world.
While her teammates rested for a moment during the ticket hunt,
in the cold and cramped space between cracked walls,
Ha Eun-eung awkwardly crouched, absorbing the wisdom passed down to her.
Some of it she already knew,
some she had never even heard of.
The true names and inheritances of various Yokai,
the Yokai tricks to deceive and how to deduce their hidden true names.
The wisdom built up over one’s lifetime
became stored in Ha Eun-eung’s mind as knowledge.

‘But I don’t need it.’

Holding her sword at an angle,
with a series of rapid strikes at the Yokai blocking her path,
she unleashed a flurry of strikes, like flowers blooming,
clearing the way ahead.
For her, the true name, while nice to have, was ultimately just an unnecessary burden.
Behind her,
the Imp, struggling to keep up,
realized just how insignificant his wisdom was.

‘Wisdom is something the weak need to survive. For her, it doesn’t matter whether she has it or not.’

The time spent trying to uncover the true name and solving its mysteries
was far slower than the speed with which she cleaved through enemies with her sword.
She didn’t need to search for weaknesses.
With a single sword, she could slice through any enemy blocking her way.
To someone as skilled as Ha Eun-eung,
wisdom was nothing more than the desperate flailing of the weak.
The wisdom of the weak
had only that much value.
Just as powerful Yokai had always overwhelmed the feeble tricks of others with sheer strength.

‘I’m sure the lady is strong, too. But there’s a decisive difference.’

The wisdom of the Imp became meaningless in the face of powerful half-Yokai or Yokai,
who had always looked down on him and mocked him.
Though he could run away with ease,
killing him wasn’t necessary.
It was enough to wound his pride.
However, the Silent Swordmaster
never once belittled or insulted the Imp.
With formal gestures,
she would raise her fist with one hand
and use her other hand to gently cover it,
showing a respectful gesture of gratitude.

‘So that’s why the prince calls her mother.’

In a world where human lives were as insignificant as insects,
the Imp realized for the first time how pleasant it was to be respected by someone else.
Despite her cold demeanor and stern expression,
this considerate woman, who cared for others,
how could he not call her mother?
But she could never be his mother.
It was the prince who met her first,
and it was the prince who first called her mother.
She was the prince’s mother,
and the prince was her child.
It was already too late for the Imp to interfere with their relationship.

‘Pathetic. I’ve lived hearing the insults of being a sly rat,
and now my thinking has become that of a rat.’

How dare he harbor impure, private feelings
for the prince he followed and the kind lady.

Thud!

His shoulders faltered when his thoughts strayed,
but the prince quickly grabbed him and steadied him.

“Don’t fall behind! If you’re left behind, you’ll be swept away!”

Unaware of his ugly thoughts,
the prince desperately stayed by his side to make sure he wouldn’t fall behind.
And in the Imp’s heart,
instead of feelings of jealousy,
loyalty began to grow.

“Is that a wall? It’s too high. We’ll have to either break in through that door or find another way around.”
“We can’t. We must scale the wall and get over it.”
“Imp?”

Normally, in a situation where a Yokai or half-Yokai was looking down on him,
he could have easily left them to fall into traps and let them deal with it.
If he played it right,
he could even shake off the prince and become the lady’s one and only ‘child.’
It was the only opportunity for that.
But the Imp resisted all temptation,
pointing toward the eye embedded in the side of the wall.

“That’s a wall Yokai. The true name is Nurikabe. If you go around it, the length of the wall extends infinitely, making it impossible to pass through. This Yokai has that kind of inheritance.”

At first glance, it seemed like an illogical law,
a Yokai who defied the laws of physics.
But this meant the Yokai was incredibly powerful,
able to deceive the world and reshape its form at will.
It was one of the strongest Yokai in this world.

“Is that door even an entry point?”
“Nurikabe doesn’t have a door originally. So, this Yokai is technically a hybrid, a mix of a Yokai and a half-Yokai.”
“We don’t have time.”

Even Ha Eun-eung, faced with the endless massive wall,
paused and listened to the Imp’s explanation,
instead of blindly swinging her sword.
Escaping the encroaching Yokai behind them
depended entirely on the Imp’s wisdom.

“If the Nurikabe’s body keeps expanding infinitely, the door won’t stretch with it. We must target the wall surrounding the door at the center.”

The attack point was decided.
The wall around the center door.
To reach that, they needed to overcome one last obstacle.
Two Yokai were guarding the door.
Large Yokai with the heads of horses and cows.
All of these were Yokai the Imp knew.

“They are Madu and Udu, Yokai who guard the Hellgate! They have the inheritance of a Hell’s jailer, so they can bind anyone with their rope. You must never get caught!”

Wendigo, who was about to charge ahead without thinking,
was urgently grabbed by the prince.
With his brute strength and reckless nature,
Wendigo would quickly be tied up by the jailer’s rope.
It was easy to predict.

“Mother, it’s dangerous!”
“...”

Then, the only way to open the path
was through Ha Eun-eung herself.
As she tried to avoid the binding rope and clear the way,
the closet that had been floating behind her, as though it were an afterthought,
suddenly opened the door wide,
and a dark arm, over 10 spans (about 30 meters), stretched out.
The two Yokai, reaching for the rope to bind her hands,
were yanked into the closet’s darkness
before they could even scream,
disappearing without a sound.

“Don’t hesitate over trash like them.”
“...”

Though her words were as unpleasant as ever,
it was clear she had grown more amiable compared to their first meeting.

“Well done! Wendigo, now it’s your turn!”
“Waaaargh!”

With a barbaric roar, Wendigo charged,
and with explosive strength from his massive body,
he shattered the wall surrounding the door with a single strike.

“My God! The wall of Nurikabe, which stood for five hundred years, has been broken! That thing must have been a veteran from the First Yokai War!”
“The prince’s gladiators are no ordinary people. There’s no way we can beat them.”

When the news spread that Nurikabe’s wall had been breached,
the elite troops who had been pouring in began retreating,
their morale crushed.

“A new batch of gladiators has entered the 32nd round of the main arena. Surprisingly, the one leading them is the bastard prince, who has inherited the Yokai King’s bloodline!”

The Silent Swordmaster successfully broke through the siege
and entered the arena through a frontal assault.

Lee Hae-chan chuckled in frustration.

“She changed her swordsmanship again.”

The Silent Swordmaster Chase.
Ever since joining this strange content,
he hadn’t openly shown it to the viewers,
but secretly, he had always wanted to match her swordsmanship.
Considering his pure swordsmanship skills,
he was confident he was the number one swordmaster among current streamers in Korea.

“Corpse Hill, Blood Fountain, Melting Great Forest, Yokai Capital... She uses a different sword style everywhere, and yet every swordstyle she uses is at a high level.”
“Bro, is it really that amazing?”
“Pathetic. What good is editing videos all day if you can’t even grow your eyes to see it?”
“But your video made a million views.”
“Who cares about views? Who cares if they don’t know what they’re watching?”
“Quick to change your stance, huh?”

Lee Hae-chan and his video editor,
two close friends outside of work,
often drank and had fun at Lee Hae-chan’s house.
Being in the profession they were,
they would watch other streamers’ videos while enjoying drinks,
but Silent Swordmaster’s streams were always their top priority.
At this moment, however, that fact seemed to become something of a grievance.

“The Silent Swordmaster is amazing, but she’s only cutting down small fries, right? Isn’t the closet monster and beast monster stronger? Looks like she’s riding the bus.”
“Ugh, you’re so ignorant. It looks that way because the Silent Swordmaster kills the small fries so effortlessly, but each of those things is an elite mob.”
“Really?”
“Far stronger than any specialty demon soldiers. The original bloodlines seem even stronger than those demons.”
“Oh, I see.”

Though the editor just shrugged it off,
Lee Hae-chan, who had actually played the half-Yokai world,
knew better.

‘She’s refined her swordsmanship to an extraordinary degree. If she wasn’t at that level, she wouldn’t be able to do such one-sided slaughter.’

Just like a boxer landing over six punches per second,
she forced her sword strikes into her opponent in a fraction of a second,
each movement flowing smoothly,
and the sword never got stuck in the bones of unfamiliar Yokai bodies.
Every strike she made caused a bloody storm.
This kind of fluidity couldn’t come from mere short-term effort.
That’s why he felt even more frustrated.
He’d already seen four different sword styles,
and based on his experience,
he knew each of those sword styles would have taken at least five years to master.
Yet, the Silent Swordmaster had demonstrated all of this in actual combat,
showing accomplishments that matched his twenty years of training.

“Why would you practice four different sword styles when even mastering one isn’t enough?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Ah. You just want to fight her, don’t you?”
“Ugh, I hate how sharp your eyes are.”

The Silent Swordmaster’s twenty years of achievements were incredible.
He couldn’t deny it.
But if she lacked depth and had only spread herself thin across four paths,
couldn’t someone who had focused on just one path, like Lee Hae-chan,
still defeat her?

“Just throw down the challenge. If you want to fight that badly.”
“Are you insane? You only do that with someone you’re close to. Who does that to someone you’ve never met in real life?”
“So what are you going to do? Make a promise like Speedmaster and set a date? Let’s do it after the half-Yokai world ends.”
“Are you out of your mind? After this broadcast, I’ll be in seclusion for over half a year. I can’t wait that long.”

The team that submitted the tickets to the arena
ended up with only four remaining,
and it was revealed that other teams, not just the Silent Swordmaster’s,
had fought among themselves, reducing their numbers.
As the arena competition heated up,
with the 4th round already underway,
Lee Hae-chan felt his hands twitch in anticipation.

“I can’t do this. I bet this guy never checks his email.”
“Bro, do you classify types of girls too...? Ah, never mind. Put the chicken bone down, let’s talk.”
“Did you check the post about the Silent Swordmaster cosplay girl in Myeongho-dong?”

The editor quickly tapped on his screen to pull up the info.

“I checked, and the match is pretty high. The face recognition says it’s 99% likely to be her.”
“For now, we’ll only do private broadcasts.”
“You going to go check it out?”
“There’s a lot of outdoor content I’ve missed. I’ll do all of that in Myeongho-dong, and if I get lucky, I’ll bump into her.”
“If you don’t meet her?”
“I’ll track her down. She looks like an Awakener. I’ll visit the Myeongho Guild and ask around.”

As the speed of the viewers’ chat on the Silent Swordmaster’s stream increased,
Lee Hae-chan’s heart raced.
If he could face off against that incredible Silent Swordmaster
and win,
how thrilling and enjoyable would that be?

“It’ll have to be after the broadcast ends.”
“Yeah, I guess.”

With the Silent Swordmaster’s usual broadcast pattern,
he suspected the broadcast would end after defeating the field boss,
but he didn’t even know what the field boss looked like.

[New V-Tuber BJ]
[Silent Swordmaster has started streaming.]
[Game - Half-Yokai World (Simiral Sa)]
[Playtime - 64:13:02]
[Broadcast Time - 62:07:55]

At 62 hours into the broadcast,
the extreme content creator, Silent Swordmaster,
this tough woman,
seemed determined to complete her 72-hour full-time broadcast.