episode_0051

Huashan wave?

At first glance, I think I heard about it in a martial arts novel I read before. It is so famous that there is even a guild named after it. Of course, it’s not a very popular guild.

“But why does this name appear?”

Is this your guild’s concept? Then it’s the same level… ? It’s not on a different level.

I was a little embarrassed by what the other person said that I didn’t understand. I was just asking what you were doing.

[Me: A god with superpowers? Imaemangryang? Please don’t use difficult words. Is this a volcano guild? This is Park Hyun-seong. If it’s okay, can you connect me to the guild leader?]

I’m not sure why, but hunters talk fast anyway.

With the expectation that I might be able to obtain information about an unknown dimensional random chat app, I decided to ignore the dimensional issue for now.

However, the other person’s reaction was quite different from my common sense.

[Stranger from Dimension MH-92528888: Guild? Guild leader? What are you talking about! And Mr. Park… Where in the world can you find a last name like that? What a suspicious ghost! Before you banish me right now, make sure I reveal your true identity!!]

“What kind of bullshit is this again.”

My head started to hurt slightly from the other person’s reaction. Conceptual… It feels somewhat uncomfortable to say that. So that means it’s real…

‘Are they really volcanic? With this dimensional random chat app, you’re talking to a person in a dimension where there are martial arts and volcanic waves, right now?”

Then it makes sense. I once heard that the Park surname is a surname that only exists in Korea. Then, Mr. Park would be a surname that does not exist in China, where the Hwasan faction is located.

I tried my best to reason, but there was still one question that remained unanswered.

‘How on earth do you use a smartphone? ?’

Could it be that this is a world where volcanic waves are destroyed by volcanoes and Jeomsoy is asked to bring a carbonara?

[Me: What on earth are you talking to me about? Are you using a smartphone? How on earth?]

[Stranger from dimension MH-92528888: You’re saying something strange again! You are speaking through a scroll handed down from the ancestors of this sect. If it is unintentionally contained in the treasure of this sect, I will help you as a Daoist. However, if you dare to hide in the treasure of the Huashan Sect with evil intentions, I will never leave you alone!]

“Oh, that’s it.”

I was a little surprised by the different way of talking than I expected, but I understood.

Being able to communicate between dimensions is surprising, but being able to communicate between a scroll and a smartphone app isn’t really surprising anymore.

However, there is a problem in this case.

‘How can I get over to the other side?’

Sera called me with a strong desire to save me from zombies, and through this, I was able to receive the quest.

However, this person called Jinhwaryeong is initially hostile towards me. It would be difficult for someone like that to have the desire to call me.

‘It’s a little difficult, but if I do this… ‘

[Stranger from dimension MH-92528888: Sigh… As the clan becomes weaker, even ghosts are attached to its valuables. What should I do about this… ]

Words that were like talking to oneself were conveyed through messages on the app.

And it occurred to me that perhaps there might be a clue to solving the problem at this point.

[Me: Hey, if it’s okay, wouldn’t you mind telling me your story? About volcanic waves and all that.]

[Stranger from dimension MH-92528888: What nonsense! How can you trust an outsider? !]

[Me: You said I was a ghost. It could be that the ghost has lost his memories of his previous life. I know it would be good if a person called a Taoist guides lost ghosts.]

[Stranger in dimension MH-92528888: … That’s definitely not wrong.]

[Me: And sometimes you feel relieved when you spit out your worries. just in case? Since I am like a hermit, I might be able to help you.]

[Stranger from Dimension MH-92528888: Haha, that’s a pretty funny thing to say. Well, right now I want to even imagine something ridiculous like this.]

His tone of voice is considerably less sharp than before. But is it just my mood that still makes me feel bitter?

[Stranger from dimension MH-92528888: Good… To appease the soul of the dead, let me tell you my story. It’s not a big deal anyway… Even the Samcheok-dong people in the neighborhood know very well that the Hwasan faction is falling apart.]

* * *

Jinhwaryeong was an orphan. She was picked up by her teacher, Jang Mun-in of the Hwasan Sect, and has lived as a disciple of the Hwasan Sect for over 20 years.

It was only for about 10 years that I was able to enjoy the pride of being a disciple of the Great Fireworks Sect. The outbreak of the Demonic Cult and the Battle of True Demons completely changed her life.

“Hwasan never gave in to the Demonic Cult. When a comrade was in danger, we went to help before anyone else, and if we could save our comrades from shedding their blood, we shed our blood generously. My proud teacher, Jeon Jang Mun-in, also passed away like that.”

She took out the scroll from Daejeon, where her ancestors’ memorial tablets were kept, and walked along the forest path for a while, muttering to herself. Because I didn’t want to talk about the current volcano to my great ancestors or to my deceased teacher who would be there with me.

“There was nothing left for the Volcanic Sect, which had poured out all the power of the Mun Sect. Because Master really gave everything to cut off the head of the Demon Cultist. Maehwageomseon (梅花劍仙) only thought about finding peace in Gangho by cutting off the head of the Demon Cultist, but did not think about anything else after that.”

Why did you do that, Master? Just try a little less… Please take care of yourself a little more and stay with your poor student a little longer…

Dew forms around Jinhwaryeong’s beautiful eyes as he finds his teacher in his heart. The emotions that I had been holding back until now came flooding back.

“But after the war ended, no one remembered us. Rather, most of them were lying and claiming that their own sects were responsible for cutting down the leader of the Demonic Cult. They seem like cowards. Those who know that Master went to Hundred Thousand Great Mountains to confront the Demon Cult Lord for the last time… !”

[Stranger from dimension HT-3897254: Was there any evidence?]

“There was no evidence. The place where the two men supposedly fought their final battle was completely devastated, so there was no trace of it. The last thing that the mighty Master left behind in this world… This plaything is everything. haha… ”

– Someday, when Hwaryeong gets married, she will look at this plaything and remember her master. Don’t think too much about the West! Ahaha!

Jinhwaryeong expressionless, but with sadness in her eyes, touched the last memento left behind by her teacher.

After her teacher died, her world fell apart. People in the sect leaned on her but later ignored her, saying she was young, and people outside saw her as nothing more than a disciple of a declining sect.

[Stranger from Dimension HT-3897254: They are total assholes. Those who don’t know grace should really be half-killed.]

Even dead ghosts know the ways of the world. If I grow up, will I be able to see my teacher? I’m a bit envious of that.

Jin Hua-ryeong laughed at Hyeon-seong’s answer and then briefly told his story.

The Munpa’s debt was increasing, and I tried everything I could to resolve it, but the other Great Munpas and their subordinates kept silent.

She tried to protect the volcano that her teacher wanted to protect, but all she got in return was people’s disregard and humiliation.

“Even now, the small master of Hwaryongmun near here has made this suggestion. I will pay off all of Hwasan’s debts, so he wants me to be his wife.”

Of course, Lord Moon was thinking very positively. He wanted to remove me from being a great disciple and raise his child to become a great disciple.

Jin Hua-ryeong, who thought he couldn’t bear to say something insulting to the leader of the clan, barely managed to force the words back into his throat.

However, the tantrum that was about to burst out once went back inside and started to grow even bigger.

‘If it weren’t for the teacher, this would be a place… I would have left right away… ‘

If it weren’t for her late teacher, she would have left the volcano. However, because of the faint footsteps of my teacher, I could not leave this volcano.

[Stranger from Dimension HT-3897254: What do you want in the end? In the short term, for now.]

“It’s short-term… First, I have to pay off the debt I owe to the volcano. There is not much time left to repay the debt. And I will have to achieve good results in the friendly competition between the clans in Shaanxi right now. Because I don’t want to see the Jongnam faction guys being sarcastic.”

[Stranger from Dimension HT-3897254: What if I could make it happen?]

“You mean that? ha ha ha! Park Hyun-seong… Did you say that? Are you really saying that you are a hermit? ”

[Stranger from dimension HT-3897254: First, get your girlfriend’s permission. If you get permission, I will help you as much as I can.]

“Lover? Haha, even ghosts have lovers. Okay, I got it. Feel free to get permission and come back.”

Even ghosts have their mates. Actually, I’ve never even held a man’s hand in my life…

With a bitter heart, Jin Hua-ryeong kicked his sword. It was a precious sword that gave him the nickname “Geombong (劍鳳),” but for now, this sword was too harsh.

‘I also want to start a family with a good man and live happily… ‘

I don’t know how many times I kicked the sword, but after a while, new words began to be written on the scroll.

[Stranger from dimension HT-3897254: I got permission from both of you. There’s no problem, so now you just have to call.]

“Two, two people?!”

She couldn’t help but be surprised by the unexpected word. It seems that the ghost was much more capable than I thought. That’s what she thought.

[Stranger from dimension HT-3897254: Make a wish in your heart. Please help me repay the debt of the Hwasan Sect and help me achieve good results in the upcoming friendly competition.]

“…How do you mean that? Should I write some kind of congratulatory message? Otherwise, even if it was a sacrifice… ”

[Stranger from Dimension HT-3897254: We don’t need any of that. Just pray inside. If you are desperate, I will definitely appear in front of you.]

Hearing the ghost’s incomprehensible words, Jin Hua-ryeong briefly wondered if he was tired and seeing nothing.

But there was nothing to lose, so she folded her hands and closed her eyes.

‘It’s earnest… ‘

I was desperate. Starting with 300 nyang of gold that must be repaid immediately to Hwacheon Sangdan, and even a goodwill gift that can be seen as Hwasan’s last chance.

‘If I show an unsightly appearance in this friendly competition… The volcano is really the end.’

It was a volcano that the Master had wanted to protect, but there was no longer any possibility of revival. Therefore, she prayed as if grasping at straws.

‘Please, anyone, please help me solve my debt and non-financial problems… The divine name of heaven and earth, the primordial heavenly being… and… If possible, even the ghosts I spoke to openly for the first time in a long time… ‘

In a moment of silence, she prayed to the sky.

thud!

And at that moment, the sound of something falling was heard from the other side of the forest.

“!!”

There was no way Jin Hua-ryeong, a peak master with great sense of spirit, could have missed this.

She quickly ran to where the sound came from.

‘Is it an enemy attack? Remnants of the Demonic Cult? If not, Hwaryongmun… ?’

I checked again in my head the entities currently threatening the volcano and then gained momentum.

And finally she arrived at the place where the sound came from and could see a man.

“…huh?”

At first glance, this is a man who seems to have learned unusual external skills.

And an outfit that doesn’t seem like clothing of this world.

Unlike the other men, the strong-looking man with his hair cut short, like a lay disciple of Shaolin, smiled as he looked at Jin Hua-ryeong.

“Welcome. Is this your first time meeting a ghost?”

In the abyss of despair, Jin Hua-ryeong had his first meeting with Park Hyeon-seong.