7 transmigration tips from the saint chapter 80

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When the heretic raised his sword high, Seo Woohyun caught the sharp glint of murder in his eyes.

‘He really means to kill me.’

The clarity of such intent was staggering, leaving Seo Woohyun’s mind momentarily blank.

Though he had been caught up in assassination attempts before, Erdian had always shielded him, letting him only feel the menacing atmosphere indirectly.

‘I don’t want to die here….’

Not long ago, he had wished to die peacefully in his sleep, tucked away in his bed.

But now, he wanted to live more than ever.

With no weapon in hand, how could he possibly face the burly, armed man?

He had never learned self-defense.

The difference in their sizes was too vast, and even running away was impossible on the swaying deck.

‘What do I do?’

In the fleeting moment of frantic thought, a memory surged forth—of nearly turning a mountain to ashes.

There was no time to think of consequences.

‘Imagine shaping the formless divine power into something tangible. The more specific your intent, the better.’

Recalling Tia’s teachings from his first journey, Seo Woohyun summoned a great flame.

“Arrrgh!”

The heretic screamed as his flesh began to burn.

The sight was both surreal and vividly clear, with his skin melting away and his sinews contracting under the searing heat.

The raging fire threatened to spread to the wooden crates near the cabin’s entrance.

In agonizing pain, the heretic swung his sword wildly.

“You damned brat!”

Seo Woohyun instinctively dodged, narrowly escaping the fiery heretic’s swing.

But he knew he wouldn’t avoid the next attack.

“Damn it! Get out of the way already!”

Raullet, having finally forced his way out of the cramped cabin, drew the sword at his waist.

He kicked aside the heretic’s blade and urgently asked about Seo Woohyun’s condition.

“Are you all right?”

“…Yes,” he answered weakly, curled up on the floor in terror.

The acrid smell of burning flesh filled the air as Raullet dealt with the remaining heretics.

Seo Woohyun gasped for breath, his vision darkening repeatedly.

Pouring out so much divine power had taken its toll.

Tears streamed down his face, overwhelmed by both pain and guilt.

‘Why would I start a fire on a wooden ship? Am I insane? What if the fire spreads and sinks the ship? What was I thinking…?’

He had endangered everyone in a desperate bid to save himself, all while lacking the means to control the flames.

And Erdian wasn’t here to clean up the mess.

‘You idiot, Seo Woohyun. Instead of lying around in bed, you should’ve been practicing your divine powers. What does it matter if it’s a past life or whatever else? You remember it all, so what’s the excuse?’

His hands, clasped tightly together, were soaked with tears.

His trembling body felt cold and unsteady.

“The ship’s on fire!”

“Get water! Quickly!”

Through the ringing in his ears, he heard muffled shouts about extinguishing the flames.

If the fire wasn’t controlled soon, they would all be plunged into the sea.

Summoning what little strength he had left, Seo Woohyun looked up.

The chief priest was trying to douse the flames with divine power, but it wasn’t enough.

‘This is all my fault.’

Though the heretics had attacked the ship, it was Seo Woohyun who had set it ablaze.

That fact couldn’t be changed, no matter the circumstances.

He had to fix this.

That thought consumed him.

With chattering teeth and trembling hands, Seo Woohyun crouched on the blood-stained deck, desperately wishing for help.

The face of the one who had always been kind and forgiving toward him—despite everything—filled his mind.

“Erdian….”

A broken plea escaped his bloodied lips as he wept.

“Hic, I promise I’ll do better. I’m sorry for snapping at you and accusing you of deception…. Just this once, please help me. You said you liked answering my prayers. Why… why won’t you answer now…?”

Pressing his tear-streaked forehead against his hands, he sobbed uncontrollably.

But the flames showed no sign of abating, and Erdian’s voice was absent.

‘Why now, of all times, won’t you answer? You always replied, even when I had useless thoughts. Why stay silent now? Why…?’

The sailors, deeming the fire uncontrollable, suggested fleeing to the heretics’ ship.

Fin, having been freed, tried to pull Seo Woohyun along.

“Erdian, you bastard…! How could you do this to me? You dragged me here, and now you abandon me? Damn it….”

Seo Woohyun sniffled, muttering what was practically blasphemy.

Fin, gripping his arm, gasped in horror.

For the Saint, whom Erdian cherished above all else, to utter such words was unthinkable.

Suddenly—

“Seo Woohyun.”

A gentle, familiar voice broke through. Seo Woohyun’s head shot up at the sound of his name.

A faint, ethereal figure hovered above the blood-soaked deck, silver hair flowing lightly.

Though noticeably fainter than before, there was no mistaking that face.

“Hic… E-Erdian….”

Erdian reached out and gently wiped Seo Woohyun’s tears.

Though his form appeared faint, it was enough to brush away the tears staining Seo Woohyun’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I came too late, didn’t I?”

His voice was still kind and cautious, the question tinged with regret.

Seo Woohyun nodded, his face pale as if he might faint any second.

“Why… why did you only come now? The ship was on fire. I started it… but it…”

“It’s fine now. The ship is intact, and there’s nothing to worry about anymore. I’m here.”

At Erdian’s reassuring words, Seo Woohyun looked around, his expression still filled with fear.

The wooden ship that had been ablaze, scattering fiery embers, now appeared untouched, just as it had been when they first boarded.

His stomach churned as he took in the sight of the frozen junior priests on deck, some staring in shock, others prostrated on the floor.

“…I feel so sick.”

“That’s because you’ve exhausted your divine power. You need to rest for a while.”

Erdian knelt on the bloodstained deck without hesitation and carefully embraced Seo Woohyun.

He expected Seo Woohyun to push him away in frustration, but instead, the small, trembling body burrowed into his chest.

“Please… don’t go anywhere…”

“…Alright. If that’s what you want, I won’t.”

As Erdian’s hands gently stroked his back, the tension within Seo Woohyun unraveled.

He closed his eyes, wrapped in warmth, as the distant murmurs around him grew fainter, fading away along with his consciousness.

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When Seo Woohyun opened his eyes, the familiar ceiling of a bedroom greeted him.

Slowly blinking, he took in his surroundings: the silence of the palace’s private chambers.

‘What…?’

The last thing he remembered was meeting Erdian.

He had disguised himself as a junior priest, joined a new group for his second voyage—this time without Erdian or Malrang—and had been ambushed by heretics aboard the ship.

‘I set the ship on fire. Was it all just a dream?’

But the vividness of the emotions still lingered—the terror of facing murderous intent, the resentment and disappointment he felt when Erdian didn’t respond to his prayers.

Seo Woohyun stared blankly at the ceiling, murmuring to himself.

“…Erdian.”

He hadn’t expected an answer, but a familiar voice responded, startlingly close to his ear.

“Are you awake now?”

That couldn’t be right.

Seo Woohyun quickly turned toward the voice, and there he was—Erdian, reclining casually at his side.

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