Chapter 14 – Day 14

Day 14

Munch munch.

“This is delicious.”

All sorts of delicacies spread out on the table in front of her.
She tasted over a hundred different types of food one by one, and Cheon Seoa smiled brightly and said.

At that, Mara Monk’s expression brightened considerably.

“I’m glad it suits your taste.”

“Hmm… but it’s a bit greasy.”

However, following Cheon Seoa’s words, Mara Monk’s expression quickly clouded over as if it had never been bright.

Perhaps it was because Chinese cuisine tends to have many oily and spicy dishes.

It felt a bit heavy to eat a lot.

As Mara Monk’s expression hardened slightly, he gestured somewhere, and a man entered as the door opened.

The man seemed uncomfortable in his ill-fitting suit, unable to hide his discomfort well.
However, Cheon Seoa’s eyes lit up at the sweet aroma emanating from the bag in the man’s hand.

“What’s that?”

“Haha, would you like to open it?”

At Cheon Seoa’s question, Mara Monk smiled and gestured.

As soon as the man put the bag he was holding on the table, Cheon Seoa opened it.

Inside the bag were fruit skewers.
However, all the fruits on the skewers were coated in sugar, which surprised Cheon Seoa.

“This, this is?!”

“Ah, that’s a dessert called ‘tanghulu’. It’s a snack where fruits are skewered and coated in sugar.”

“I already know that, though?”

Cheon Seoa grinned and replied to Mara Monk, who was speaking as if it was something impressive.

However, Cheon Seoa simply answered that way because she ‘really knew it’.
Hearing Cheon Seoa’s answer, Maraseung felt like ‘Why are you making such a proud expression as if it’s something great?’

“I, I see. Come to think of it, tanghulu was also popular in Korea at one point.”

Mmm, belatedly remembering that there was a tanghulu craze in Korea as well, Maraseung nodded.

“Well, thanks to tanghulu, a big incident also occurred.”

At Maraseung’s words, Cheon Seoa nodded in agreement and picked up a tanghulu.

Crunch-.

As soon as she bit into it, the sound of the sugar coating breaking filled the air, and the artificial sweetness unique to sugar swirled on the tip of Cheon Seoa’s tongue.

Following that was the fresh sweetness of strawberry, one of the ingredients used in tanghulu….

“It’s delicious.”

Indeed, the tanghulu she tasted after a long time boasted a sweetness that made her worry about diabetes.

Such an overwhelmingly superior sweetness compared to any desserts she had eaten so far.

Even though most of it was artificial sweetness created through sugar, Cheon Seoa, who hadn’t eaten a dessert so focused on sweetness for tens of thousands of years, felt doubly satisfied.

It was then, as Cheon Seoa was alternating between a bite of food on the table and a bite of tanghulu.

Oh really, just go away!

Bang-.

Someone’s shout from outside the door.
Simultaneously, a loud noise as if something was being smashed came through the tightly closed door.

At that moment, Cheon Seoa, who had been eagerly eating numerous dishes with her small mouth, looked at the door with curious eyes.

Bang!

A single kick shattered the door, sending it tumbling to the floor.
In that moment, a man walked in.

“Ha, you bastards. Why did you have to block my way and cause trouble?”

The man… no, the young man clicked his tongue and brushed off the dust that had settled on his shoulders.

The young man exuded a rather sharp aura, and the Mara monk could tell that this suddenly appearing youth was at least a 6th-grade or higher ability user.

‘Hmm, could it be that the muins have caught the scent?’

The Mara monk muttered inwardly.

Ability users active in China, uniquely, operate under the name ‘muin’ rather than ‘hero’.

They also form organizations called ‘munpa’, but exactly when and who first started using such names is unknown.

Well, of course.

‘In the past, martial arts did exist. But.’

1966.
Through a single incident that occurred that day, China lost ‘martial arts’ forever.

No, it wasn’t even lost.
They erased all traces of martial arts by their own hands.

Despite that, now they call themselves muins and form munpas to operate.

For the Mara monk, who had directly experienced the once-existing ‘murim’, their behavior was utterly ridiculous.

Meanwhile, the young man, oblivious to the Mara monk’s contemptuous gaze, looked Cheon Seoa up and down.

“Her face is certainly worth looking at.”

…?

At this unexpected comment on her appearance, Cheon Seoa tilted her head in confusion.

However, the young man’s words were not yet finished.

“It’s a bit disappointing that she seems somewhat simple-minded, but with a face like that, I suppose it could be considered charming in its own way. Good.”

Hmm! The young man nodded, satisfied with his self-dialogue and conclusion.

For the first time since returning to Earth, a sense of ‘displeasure’ appeared in Cheon Seoa’s eyes.
Noticing Cheon Seoa’s discomfort, Mara Monk stood up and said.

“Young sir. I’ll warn you once, and only once. Please quietly withdraw.”

The Mara Monk spoke with his hands clasped together, facing the young man.
Although the Mara Monk’s tone was extremely polite, an undeniable anger could be detected in his voice.

However, the young man either lacked awareness or simply didn’t care.

He merely scoffed at the Mara Monk’s warning.

“I thought I smelled something musty, and here I find some bald bastard crawling around.”

Twitch-.

At the young man’s words, the Mara Monk’s brow twitched.

But he had to endure. No, he should have endured.
He wasn’t alone here; the Heavenly Demon he followed,

That is, Cheon Seoa was also present.

For her sake, he couldn’t cause trouble here.

Just as the Mara Monk was using superhuman patience to desperately suppress his boiling anger,

“I’ve decided. You, come with me.”

Thud. Thud. Thud.

With those words, the young man who walked towards Cheon Seoa with an overly confident stride stretched out his hand.

The young man then forcefully pulled Cheon Seoa, who still had an innocent expression, with a rough hand….

“You damn bastard!”

Watching this scene, Mara Seung, as if he could no longer hold back, let out an angry shout and threw a punch.

Bang-!

An unprecedented force emanating from Mara Seung’s outstretched fist struck the young man’s body.

With a thunderous sound, the young man’s body flew away, breaking through the wall and disappearing.

“Huff! Huff!”

Mara Seung, breathing heavily, barely suppressing the anger that had burst out.
But perhaps due to the anger that had already erupted.

A thick killing intent had settled in Mara Seung’s eyes as he glared at the hole created by the disappeared young man.

“I’m sorry, Miss Cheon Seoa. It seems we’ll have to leave for today.”

“I’m fine.”

To Mara Seung, who spoke with a genuinely apologetic expression, Cheon Seoa smiled gently as if to say it was okay.

From the beginning, this wasn’t Mara Seung’s fault, but that vermin’s fault.

There was absolutely no reason for Mara Seung to apologize.

Just as Mara Seung and Cheon Seoa were about to leave the restaurant, judging that they could no longer stay here.

“You bastards! Where do you think you’re running off to?”

Rumble-!

Breaking through the collapsed debris, the young man who had been sent flying by Mara Seung’s punch shouted angrily.

His chest bore a clear handprint, but that was all.
Despite being struck by the Mara monk, the young man showed no signs of pain, let alone visible wounds.

“Tch, hey baldy. Seems you’ve learned some martial arts, but it won’t work on me.”

Well, at least he must have suffered some internal injuries as the young man spat out blood while speaking.

The Mara monk let out a scornful laugh at the young man’s boastful words.

“Martial arts. Martial arts, you say…”

It was truly absurd.

No matter how much they called themselves martial artists, the power they used was undeniably supernatural ability.

Moreover, for those who had erased the once-existing martial arts with their own hands to now speak of martial arts…

“Kid. If you quietly back down now, I won’t hold you accountable for today’s events. But if you insist on going all the way…”

Flash-

A sinister black light burst forth from the Mara monk’s eyes.

“I’ll have no choice but to kill you.”

Boom-

An overwhelming presence erupted, crushing everything around it.
Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, the other customers let out choked gasps and collapsed.

Being mere ordinary humans, they couldn’t withstand the pressure emanating from the Mara monk.

No, it wasn’t just them who couldn’t handle it.

“Ugh-!”

Though he didn’t collapse like the other humans, the young man was also struggling to withstand the pressure from the Mara monk, letting out a suppressed groan.

The young man’s eyes, glaring at the Mara monk, were mixed with surprise.

To think that this seemingly insignificant monk would exude an aura comparable to his father.

This meant that the monk before him was at least a 3rd-grade martial artist.

“Interesting. They call themselves martial artists, yet they measure their strength on the same scale of 1st to 10th grade as other countries.”

“They’re just foolish ones. They’ve never experienced the true ‘Murim’.”

“Is that so? Murim, huh. To be honest, I’ve always wanted to see it for myself.”

“Haha, is that right? Then tonight, I’ll personally tell you about the Murim I’ve experienced. It should be quite an interesting story.”

When Cheon Seoa showed interest in Murim, the Mara monk quickly responded.

This way, he could keep Cheon Seoa with him for a few more days instead of sending her back to the proxy’s mansion.

Meanwhile, the young man who had been watching the two of them.

“Damn it! You! Don’t think this is over!”

Bang!
Whoosh!

The young man, forcibly pushing back the aura emitted by the Mara monk with flames from both palms, disappeared with a line befitting a third-rate villain.

The Mara monk looked somewhat surprised, as if he hadn’t expected such a little brat to push back his aura and escape.

‘I made a mistake. I should have completely crushed his mind and body.’

However, the Mara monk soon erased thoughts of the escaped young man.

At best, he’s just a 6th-grade ability user.

For others, it might be different, but to the Mara monk, a 6th-grade ability user was no different from a pebble lying on the street.

If he dares to disrespect his god, Lady Cheon Seoa, the Heavenly Demon, once more after this.

‘That’s when I should erase it without a trace.’

Mara Monk muttered to himself, and soon moved to his hideout not far from Beijing with Cheon Seoa.