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Chapter 18 - Chapter 19

Gyun glared at Daegun and Jisung as all three sat in the managers office with the police and owner of the PC cafe.

"So your saying that you started it?" A police officer said as he leaned on the wall behind the manager.

"Yes" Jisung said as he glanced back at Gyun

"And neither of you are willing to press charges?"

Gyun and Daegun nodded as the police officer pointed his pen at them before jotting down some notes on a notepad.

"And the owner do you want to press charges?"

The woman who was the owner was in her mid 40's looked Gyun, Daegun and Jisung up and down

"They can work for me part time for a month to pay off damages, I was actually in need of some part timers so it works out for me"

The pair of officers who looked exasperated nodded, "then I guess everything's settled then"

The older of the pair officers addressed the trio of boys, "I hope you boys know how lucky you are that we're letting you off so light, your lucky this won't be on your record."

"Thank you sir" they said in unison

The officer eyed them for a moment "Have a good day then, come on let's go" as they left through the door.

The owner waited a moment before standing leaning over the table, "You guys start Monday ok?"

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5 minutes later

Just outside the cafe,

"Phone"

Jisung reluctantly handed his phone to Gyun, who put in his number and called his own phone and hanging it up before putting his hand out.

"I better get a call before Monday and you better bring the money to pay for the damages."

Jisung stayed silent as he took back his phone, but grit his teeth as he walked away,

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Gyun and Daegun were both silent as they listened to their mothers yells as they told her the news.

"6 million won in damages! What the hell were you doing?!"

Daegun tried to point out the good "There's no charges we just have to work for a month mom it won't be on our record"

"That's not what's important, why are you getting in fights now?!" His mom turned away Gyun could hear her quietly sobbing and the tears down her face

"I just don't know what I'm doing anymore" she broke down sobbing and went to her room.

Gyun felt bad but he found it hard to empathize as he felt an emptiness he didn't see what he'd done wrong or why his mother was crying but the situation made him uncomfortable.

Getting up Gyun walked out of the apartment ignoring Daegun as he left, pulling out his phone he pulled up his calls and found Jisungs phone call from when he called himself using Jisung's phone. Dialing it, he put the phone to his ear as he called Jisung,

Though he was not completely devoid of emotions as he once was, he still felt that his emotion felt muted despite feeling a sort of spiritual growth since he'd returned, and it was evident in the way he struggled with making friends or forming relationships.

Gyun knew that his emotions were lacking, he'd been apathetic since the 7th year of the war after he partook in one of the most bloody battles of the intercontinental wars. and lost the rest of his remaining friends.

Nobody in murim questioned his behavior or loss of emotion though because by then Gyun was a top level master, but in the modern world his mom and sister, brother and the doctors. Thought he may have depression or some form of trauma due to the car accident that killed his father, that's why he put up a front to try to make friends and he thought it would help him connect with people and eventually he would become the person he was trying to be.

Sighing as he pulled up his hood and started running, he wasn't sure where he was running or how far he was going to run but he knew he needed time to clear his head.

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Gyun panted heavily as he sat under the shade of a tree, it was still light out and early in the day, sighing as he stood up, he didn't bring a water bottle so he was quite thirsty. He pulled out his phone as he walked, one of the things that Gyun thought about what he wanted to do as a future.

He'd been drifting since he'd returned from Murim, he had a goal of getting as strong as possible but that wouldn't pay the bills or pay off his medical debt. Even in Murim Gyun had no particular goal except to survive, becoming the strongest was just a byproduct of those efforts.

The scars that used to cover his body were a testament to the efforts it took to reach that goal in a war that killed millions. Now he had to consider what he would do to be able to eat, it was an enigma that Gyun wasn't ready for.

College was an option but it would take at least 4 years to get a degree that would lead to a well paying job. He needed something that fitted the skillset of someone who'd spent half his life with his life on the line.

-Fighting, maybe a soldier? No they don't get paid enough...I need something more substantial, no more war I need something calmer but with that level of ferocity, -

-professional fighting-

Was the only thing that came to mind, but there were many styles and competitions of fighting that all had their own ruleset to protect their fighters. It didn't suit someone like Gyun who'd learned various techniques and created some of his own to deal with most situations.

He needed something all encompassing, something real, something brutal.

But Gyun couldn't find anything like that, it would be too dangerous and no government would allow something like that. The closest thing that would replicate that would be Mixed Martial Arts like he'd seen when he was watching the ONE fighting championship.

-It wasn't a real fight per say, there were still rules but it felt similar to what I felt when I was just a regular foot soldier in the first year of the war.-

He chuckled to himself as he was reminded of the 7 heavens equals before his death.

-Those old fucks they spent so much time away from the front line they forgot how a fight is. Anything goes martial artist or not, my first battle I was tackled and dragged to the ground and stabbed by a dying soldier. I would have died if not for the battle medic and the armor from preventing it from going more then an inch in -

Gyun touched the spot on his stomach just above his belly button, there was no scar there anymore he'd lost them when he woke up back in his original world.

"I lost some souvenirs that day" he spoke to himself, he somberly smiled as he looked in the sky maybe I should forget about it all.

He reached back with his arm sliding his hand under his shirt, he felt the scar on his back there was a long slight bump from where a few pieces of glass had cut through his back and cut a few nerves near the spine and was close to severing his spinal cord and almost leaving him paralyzed.

He felt the other slightly smaller scar on his chest where a piece of car debris pierced his chest and punctured his lungs drowning him in his own blood, in the car wreck that killed his father.

And there were a few scars of varying lengths from knives, for the past 7 months he was training and growing stronger and working on creating contacts and growing his strength in the underworld that could potentially help him with his revenge, their was even a bullet scar through his thigh from a particularly ugly encounter with a especially crazy woman.

"But got some new ones, debatably worse than my old ones"

Gyun had never been too involved in politics in murim but it was hard to completely avoid them as he was on the rise in Murim during a massive war. So he knew what a situation where many forces were at play looked like, and he knew what happened with him and his father was not what it seemed.

Gyun who'd been at peace with dying in Murim and embraced it, had found his goal upon returning to his family, but that wasn't what he wanted in life. A life of revenge was not something he wanted to live, but he still had things to do before he could move on.

For someone who fought and killed tens of thousands so much so that his white sword always returned from a battle dyed red to live for his family to return all these years after to a broken family submerged in debt, in a pitiful situation.

Even the apathetic Martial God felt anger, there were things to accomplish for him yet before he left behind his Martial God persona.