Episode 2. A thunderstorm that is difficult to laugh at (1)
A huge war.
The entire Daejeon was dominated by darkness that was difficult to handle even with the numerous flower lanterns hung at regular intervals on the left and right walls.
Jump and jump.
Someone walked across the center of Daejeon. It was a sound of footsteps that was both confident and cautious.
Sreuk.
The man who stopped walking slowly got down on his knees.
"Invincibility of religion, good luck to all gods." "The great protection law of the new religion presents an audience with the religious leader."
A low voice cut through the darkness.
After a while.
Wooooow.
The darkest side of Taesa in Daejeon.
A pair of blue phosphorescent lights rose from there. The look in his eyes was so bizarre that even a person with a weak stomach would have a seizure just by looking at it.
"What's going on?"
Grumbling.
Cold sweat formed on the man's neck.
Just hearing a voice makes your body tense. The presence radiated by the owner of those blue eyes was so great.
The man bowed his head even more.
"I have something to report to you."
Sssss.
Soft smoke rose from the bottom of the temple. Even without saying a word, I could tell that he was feeling uncomfortable.
Her man understood him. No, she could not dare to understand God, but she understood his situation.
The undisputed martial god of Shinism, the strongest god of war, is about to climb another step. I couldn't feel good because I was interrupted at that important moment.
"You tell me."
The man inwardly sighed in relief.
"The Three Dukes have awakened."
"The third one?"
"That's right. But… … ."
"… … ."
"I lost all my martial arts skills due to excessive training."
The moment of silence that came once again was short.
"Great protection law."
"Please speak, Master."
"Please do not post any more reports until three months after the closure ends."
"… … All right."
"Let's go."
"yes. Before that, what are you going to do with the Three Dukes?"
The blue phosphorescence disappeared. There was no answer either.
The man lowered his head.
"I sincerely hope that you achieve great accomplishments."
How much time had passed since the man left after saying those words?
Flash!
The blue phosphorescence that had faded gave out a flash of lightning.
* * *
Now, let's think about it.
Three sword blows to the stomach, four spear blows to the back, and seven arrows to the thighs and buttocks.
His left arm was cut off by a claw from an all-weather social misfit, and his right leg was cut off by a knife cut by a leader of the Uicheon Alliance who belatedly joined the war.
It was difficult to count the number of memorizations that were inflicted all over my body, and my spine was broken by the mace that I didn't know who had swung.
This is a fatal wound that not even a primordial celestial being could survive. Even Daerasinseon would be declared dead as soon as he saw the injury.
After all, I am just a human. Therefore, it is right to lose.
And it actually worked. I also remember that crazy bitch ripped my head off like a leg of a boiled chicken.
okay. I'm dead.
by the way.
"Confucius, is the temperature okay?"
Slap, slap.
"Confucius, it is time to take the decoction."
Gulp.
"Confucius, it is time to get a massage."
Oh my, that's good.
"Confucius, it's time for acupuncture."
… … .
"Confucius… … . Confucius… … ."
"… … stop."
"yes?"
"Stop it now."
"yes?"
"Leave me alone."
"yes?"
"Ugh."
"Confucius?"
"… … "Please leave me alone!"
The startled maid fell face down.
"S-sorry! Please kill the girl!"
"Why am I killing you?! first… … ."
"Please kill me!"
"Oh, I won't kill you, so don't be crazy and get out! "Get out!"
"I'm sorry, Confucius! I will serve you with all my heart, so please… … !"
"Aaaah!"
"Huh, huh… … ."
"… … ."
"… … ."
"that… … . I have something to think about alone. "Would you please save some space?"
"yes yes!"
The maid hurried out of her room.
Even though she was in such a hurry, I could see how scared she was of her partner just by looking at her and even saying hello and leaving without making a single sound.
But her worldly Jin did not feel sorry at all.
His mind was extremely confused and sensitive right now to take care of the feelings of a maid whose name he did not know.
"Fuck, what the hell is going on?"
After waking up in a new body, I was so confused that I just received help in a daze. Well, to begin with, my muscles and joints were all stiff, so I couldn't stand up.
Anyway, that's not the point.
"Am I really alive?"
Cheon Ha-jin looked at the large dream placed in one corner of the room.
There, a very thin young man in his early twenties was sitting on a bed.
'… … The character is good.'
Although she is overall pretty, her facial features are very distinct. He had an impression of both strength and softness.
Cheon Ha-jin flexed his facial muscles. He smiled and frowned.
'hmm.'
Even if you try to crush it, you're better than me. I really like that one... … No!
"Sipa, is now the time to like that!"
Let's calm down and get our heads around it.
'First of all, where is this place? 'It seems like a high-ranking family.'
Did this kid from a decent family suffer from a serious illness?
Cheon Ha-jin closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly opened them and let out a long sigh.
"Is it a military family?"
His vital organs and arm veins were all tangled, his acupuncture channels were tattered, and his dantian looked like a shriveled pig's urine rag.
However, all of these elements prove that this body has honed its internal strength.
Since ordinary people would not have been exposed to martial arts, it was clear that they were from a martial arts family.
'Anyway, you're lucky to be alive.'
At this level, her physical condition is comparable to that of an eighty-year-old woman. It's not surprising if you soon run out of breath.
"I would have felt more at ease if I had come here as the child of some slash-and-burn farmer."
Cheon Ha-jin, who was complaining, stopped.
"no. Where are you even alive? "I'm thankful that I didn't reincarnate in a woman's body."
If I had a male soul but a female body, I would have been very embarrassed. You may have seriously thought about your gender identity.
Cheon Ha Jin clenched his fists.
Yes, he appreciates reality and accepts the situation. Didn't he say that the worst kind of waste is wasting time?
"What matters is that you can live again."
My body has reached this point, but I still don't know where it is.
Still, you can survive. You can draw your own future.
For the first time in my life, I was faced with a moment where I could make a 'choice'.
My heart is pounding.
My heart was racing.
The air was cool, but the back of my neck was damp. The blood seemed to be flowing twice as fast throughout my body.
'now… … .'
A long-cherished wish and a secret wish that helped him endure the hell through these years.
'Can I really live freely now?'
He gets training he doesn't want, he kills he doesn't want to, he's controlled he doesn't want to.
I lived my whole life under the control of the Lord of Uicheon, an old man whom I couldn't get enough of.
But isn't it okay because he made me stronger? If you were born as a martial artist and rose to the rank of a teenage master, isn't that an honor in itself?
This is absolutely regrettable bullshit.
Even if my limbs were broken, no support was provided.
Even before it was fully healed, another assassination attempt was sent. I haven't even counted how many times I've come close to death, after ninety-nine.
I tried to meet a woman, but every bitch I caught my eye on was a crazy killer, and the only alcohol I could find to soothe my loneliness was cheap white liquor.
At least they give me a monthly salary?
The miser of Uicheon lord said this.
- We support everything anyway, so why give it to us? Do you know how to spend money?
pup. Vicious bastard.
It is truly a miserable life. Even though his name was flashy, such as a teenage master or a king of flesh, he was ultimately nothing more than a tool.
"… … good."
Cheon Ha-jin's face gradually turned red with excitement.
Now I say goodbye to the past. There is no need for where this is, what this body's status is, whether it has a family or not.
I will find freedom. I will try to live like a human being.
A person's desire burst forth without hiding from his clenched fist.
* * *
Ten days have passed since I came back to life in a new body.
"hmm."
Cheonha-jin tapped the ground with his toe.
His balance did not collapse. His atrophied muscles were properly strengthened, and his stiff joints were given minimal flexibility.
'done.'
He was inwardly delighted.
To begin with, he wasn't in a state where a few acupuncture blows or a little massage would get better. He was so sick all over, but would the treatment work?
You can enjoy freedom or anything else only if your body is in good shape. So he made the decision to save the country.
Just get rid of the power supply.
He may be distorted and distorted, but Danjeon is Danjeon. But it was obvious that if he was left as is, he would have to continue living like an asshole.
It won't be long before that happens due to the turbid air rising from the rotten danjeon.
It's better to take it out if you can't use it and it might even get in the way.
"Congratulations, Confucius!"
The maid, who had been quietly observing, fell flat on her face.
"Your condition has improved, so please tell the doctor quickly…" … ."
"Please leave for a moment."
"yes!"
The maid stepped out after her.
Cheon Ha-jin, left alone, lay down on the bed. His joints were not yet flexible enough to sit cross-legged.
But he has nothing to worry about. He may not be worth the price of Gukgeori, but he didn't get his fame - or notoriety - as the King of Sal through mahjong.
He closed his eyes and pursed his lips.
'Guyiguyeon (究意九煙), Bungongsaejin (焚空碎津), Yeompajetak (念波制濁), Woosangmun (宇雨祥門)… … .'
Tsutsutsutsu.
Suddenly, a faint haze rose from his body.
In an instant, the temperature in the room rose. There was no particular odor, but the air became very stuffy.
It was Takgi.
A large amount of toxins that had invaded Cheon Ha-jin's body were released outside the body.
'good. Now it takes care of itself.'
What he used was a study called 'Muai Gong (無碍功)'.
This martial arts technique was created with reference to some martial arts techniques from Gupa Ilbang and was highly effective in removing toxins from the body and promoting internal stability.
In his last life, Cheon Ha-jin invested a tremendous amount of time in Muae Gong.
Naturally, he had no support team at all.
He had no one to decipher him, no one to treat him, or at least no one to hand him a piece of beef jerky.
For him, who had to handle everything on his own, Muae Gong was his lifeline. The realization was bound to be extraordinary.
There was also a reason why Wagong (臥功) was possible.
'He seems like a down-to-earth guy. Thanks to you, I live.'
Every part of his body was itchy. The injured blood vessels were returning to normal, little by little.
Pusssss.
At some point his skin turned pale. This was because the turbidity that could not escape completely began to spin around in his body.
'Is this the end?'
Cheonha-jin regained his appetite and opened his eyes.
"The level is still low. "I can't help it."
Well, to this extent, the intended goal has been achieved.
Cheon Ha-jin, who stretched his body to his fullest, sat up.
"It's okay to move a little bit, but… … ."
Cheonha-jin, who was lightly tilting his head from side to side, suddenly wrinkled his face.
"Where on earth is this, anyway?"
Although there was only one person, there was also a maid, and the sound of Confucius came out of her maid's mouth.
They say he has a high status, but for the past 10 days, no one has come to visit him except lawmakers.
I could have asked her maid something, but she stopped. Anyway, if I couldn't heal my body, there was no point in being in paradise.
But now I needed to find out where this place was.
"Are you there?"
There was no word coming from outside the door.
"doesn't exist? "Where did you go?"
Still no words are heard.
"Tch, where did you go?"
Because his body was in such a state, Muae-gong's fortune-telling time was quite long.
She was a maid, too, and she probably felt like having a snack or a drink of water from time to time.
… … Damn, I could have asked about the personal details. You really live only looking in front of your nose.
Cheon Ha-jin, who clicked his tongue briefly, closed his eyes and contemplated his insides.
'no. 'I'm not in a state to save my senses.'
A strong man who has created his own unique martial arts style by combining the strengths of a martial arts fighter with the strengths of a martial arts fighter.
What made him particularly superior to other experts was his super sense.
While those in the top 10 can read a distance of 10 chapters, he could read a distance of 30 chapters.
If they felt the presence of dozens of people, he felt the presence of hundreds of people.
He was also the decisive reason why he was able to break through the Cheonra quest of Uicheon Maeng and Cheolhyeolseong.
He picked only the weakest corner and broke through, which must have driven them crazy.
I can't embody that extraordinary martial art right now.
"But you can't just go out blindly."
There is a time to take a bold step and a time to be cautious. Let's wait until the child comes.
Cheon Ha-jin glanced around.
'It's really gorgeous.'
It is a room decorated with paintings, ceramics, and all kinds of art objects. The bedding was also expensive and made from the highest quality silk.
'This is a really great family… … huh?'
He rubbed the blanket between his thumb and index finger.
'This isn't regular silk?'
It has a much softer texture and the engraved patterns are different from those in the central or northern part of the continent. I was so out of it that it was only now that I saw what I had eaten.
'The saltwater is also a very vivid red.'
I've seen so much red silk, but I've never seen a color this dark... … .
what?
'hmm. I think I saw it once, though.'
ah! yes.
"I think it was one of the seven magic families?"
Yes, when I killed that high-ranking official, the bedding in his room was like this.
Cheon Ha-jin nodded his head.
"Was it a red family? That's right, it's a red flag. I remember. "Baby, you were sleeping naked, so I rolled you up in a blanket and gave you a good beating."
Wow, it was hard to come back then too. The snake-headed bastards are very persistent in climbing the mountain to catch me... … .
"uh?"
Cheon Ha-jin flinched.
no way?
"… … "I guess not?"
He tried to straighten his frozen face.
"Oh, I'm sure it's not that neighborhood. "Oh, whatever."
The southern part of the central plains is where the continent's worst demons live.
Therefore, in the martial arts world, 'Southern Jungwon' is synonymous with 'Gate of Hell'.
I don't want to think that such impurities were involved in the incredible luck of my previous life.
No, it's not just impurity, it's bad luck itself. Dying isn't enough, so it's the same as being thrown into a living hell, right?
"Probably not. "Probably not."
A creeping sense of anxiety and ominousness.
Cheon Ha-jin, who had been pacing around anxiously, couldn't stand it anymore and opened the door.
Shake!
"hmm?"
"uh?"
As Cheon Ha-jin came outside, he saw three men and women approaching.
The maid I've been seeing for 10 days, and the doctor I've been seeing occasionally.
And a man in his thirties whom I met for the first time.
"… … ."
Awkward silence.
A man in his thirties got down on his knees and broke the silence with a blunt voice.
"Invincibility of religion, good luck to all gods." "I wish you the best of luck in your recovery."
Cheon Ha-jin blinked.
God what?