episode_0092

The midday sun has become hot.

oh my god.

Summer has arrived already, but nothing has happened at Cheonmasingyo.

Rather, the work took place outside, in a place called the Murim or Gangho.

To cut to the chase, the harvest season for Omyeongseong has finally arrived.

However, it is not the case that we held out until the end and then the harvest season came.

I did something in the place where the monk was, and my repainting almost stopped.

I’m scared of unknown technology.

But there are people living there too.

Things happen.

There was a competition where the five famous swordsmen groups merged, and Oh Myeong-seong participated in it. Oh Myeong-seong was one of those swordsmen.

But when you say swordsman, faded memories sparkle. No, what’s so strange about calling the Swordsman Group a swordsman group?

You’re a gangster after all, right?

A very simple competition for rank, where they gather together and fight against larger groups, and choose the strongest one to become the leader.

He went to the competition.

Once there.

When he was defeated, the monks stopped me and I was able to move again.

And then not long after, once again.

He was attacked by a man named Yoo Jo-young, who was his former teacher. At that time, he was unable to defeat Yoo Jo-young and collapsed with fatal injuries.

But when Yoo Jo-young tried to kill his lover, the daughter of Koo Seong-yong, who had died here about a year ago, he called me.

He didn’t call me out on it, he just spoke to the fearsome power. I was just prepared to use it, no matter what the cost.

Words have power.

So I recited the contract over the phone, and he agreed.

yes.

He got up, regenerating all his wounds, and immediately used his power to kill Yoo Jo-young.

Somehow, the faded memory seemed different from what he knew, so he handed over the only summary he had ever read.

No, I mean, the real world and the work are different, so why don’t you know?

No matter how similar they are, if the names are different, everything is different, right?

Anyway, things went smoothly.

The monks who had supported him so much drove him into a corner, and the O-ak-geom-pa, which Yoo Jo-yeong had merged with, drove him into a corner as a criminal.

yes.

The killing and killing incident has begun.

He ran away with Gu Mil-mil, the daughter of the construction company. The two were lovers.

But no matter which village he goes to, swordsmen rush at him, shouting that he is a martial arts master. At first, Oh Myeong-seong controlled his strength and did not kill people, but in the end, he killed people by cutting them down.

Because the tightrope walk was dangerous.

It was difficult once, but easy the next time.

If you see someone blocking your way, cut them off immediately.

Now he walks a path of blood and corpses, and the enemy next to him is trying to discourage him, saying that it is only natural for him to do so.

As expected from someone born in the Cheonmasingyo sect, no matter how many good deeds he did, it was not enough to break the existing stereotypes.

I may have said that to appease him, but if I wanted to return Oh Myeong-seong to his original state, I should have scolded him there.

So the stigma changes.

To live.

At first, I killed the enemy who was trying to kill me.

But he gradually becomes dull. And after some time, he now kills anyone who gets in his way.

The days of being able to distinguish between enemies and enemies in detail and trying to avoid them with words when possible are gone. Now, if you show even the slightest bit of hostility, you immediately cut down the target in front of you.

It’s no wonder that he becomes mentally exhausted when his pursuers are constantly trying to kill him, without resting even for a single day.

I think he originally intended to kill me by doing that, but he immediately started using me in the upper chamber.

As long as he persists in life, his strength will never be exhausted.

You can’t stop him with force.

So, once the wheel of hatred starts turning, it gradually gathers speed and rolls on.

The path of blood is created to the point where I think I should stay in Cheonmasingyo a little longer and shake things up.

A member of the O-ak-geom-pa came and killed him, a monk came and killed him, and in the end, the whole world became his enemy.

They are slowly moving towards this place, shedding blood and sweat.

Of course, they didn’t come here in a straight line, but this is a place that they know geographically, untouched by the vast collective of the Jeongpa Murim.

Strictly speaking, it is said to be a place that Gumilmil knows.

And Cheonma knows that.

Cheonmasingyo. The Great Commandment of Guseongyong. Since they had been trying to take over Gangho since before, there is a way to obtain information.

Although Cheonma was recognized purely for his strength, within a year from that day. Perhaps because he was doing what the leader of the Cheonma Sect was supposed to do without any special problems, the people of the Cheonma Sect, including the head of the party, now worship Cheonma as their leader.

So, if there was such information, I got it right away without being blocked or anything.

A man with purple hair who dyes the martial arts world with blood.

A strong man who defeats all opponents with endless power.

People immediately think of Musin. He is a legendary martial artist who entered the world of martial arts under the name of Cheonma and left under the name of Musin.

There is no way that story would not enter the Cheonmasingyo.

Besides that, I’ve heard stories of a blind man becoming the leader of the Five Evil Sword Sect, stories of a certain sect being shut down because too many people died, and even rumors of a nearby sect disappearing because of a monster.

The main content is about stigma.

And within the Cheonmasingyo, they began to deliberate on what to do with him.

But unlike there, here, life was going on as usual.

Soo-oh can now wield a sword quite sharply. Of course, he has also grown a little taller.

I’ve grown taller, too. I was already a little taller than the average for women, but now I’m catching up with men. And maybe because my eating habits have improved, I’ve gained a lot of weight.

Back when the first snow was treated as an ingredient, they were fed only nutrients close to porridge, so it was natural that they would gain weight if they ate properly.

If you keep growing like this, I think you’ll have a very feminine body type.

anyway.

Late afternoon.

Cheonma, who had given Soo a task, came to the porch where I was sitting and sat down. Then, out of the blue, he brought up the name of a famous person from outside.

“Do you know the stigma?”

I turned my head and looked at Cheonma. I knew why she suddenly asked me that question. So I thought about what to do for a moment, but I decided to do what I always do.

“Yes. I know. He’s the guy who used the Absorption Technique on Eunchun to get a part of me.”

I told the truth.

As soon as I said that, Cheonma made a face of realization. You wanted to ask how the contract was made? Isn’t that suspicious?

As far as I know, once doubts arise, it takes a long time to erase them.

So I gave you a reason you could understand.

“How do you know his name?”

But Cheonma asked an unexpected question.

Huh?

Why are you suddenly asking that question? Of course I was introduced to you… … . Ah.

I’ve never been introduced to them by name!

Well, I have to hide the fact that I know a lot without lying. The fact that I can read the memories of the contract holder and see through the eyes of the harvester is my weapon. I can’t tell you that.

great.

Name. Let’s say it as if we only know the name.

“Why is it weird to know the name of the person who signed the contract?”

Common sense dictates that when making a contract, you exchange each other’s names. Of course, there are people who cheat, but you can push forward by saying that they are unidentified monsters in that regard.

With that mindset, I faced Cheonma.

“Do you know my name too?”

“Jeong-ha. Or should I say the last name Im?”

The devil’s eyes grew wide.

Faded memories are the shining pupils in the black eyeballs called demon eyes. I can see them well.

“I bet you never said that last name.”

“Yes. I never said it. But I know.”

I have your memories. The moment I get my memories is when I touch the light. So when the harvester dies and takes the warmth, I don’t get any memories separately.

Because from the moment the harvest season begins, I am experiencing everything the harvest season sees, hears, and feels.

So, I know what they think before harvest time, but I don’t know what they think after harvest time.

This is one of my weaknesses.

Physical reactions. In technical terms, you can infer what someone is thinking through cold reading!

“So you knew the name of Oh Myeong-seong too.”

“Yes.”

I even know that he is coming here, although the direction is back and forth, and sometimes it is not a road but rather crosses a mountain range or a deep forest.

Just as air flows from denser to denser areas, he is slowly moving towards the area with fewer people chasing him.

He answered like that and remained silent, telling her to ask more questions if she had any, but Cheonma didn’t ask any questions.

“Musabu! I did everything you asked me to do!”

“40 times what I did yesterday. ”

“Kkwah!”

Soo-oh ran again, screaming.

It’s summer now, but he’s brimming with energy. Whether it’s the power of the Cheonma Special Lecture or the power of the Cheonma Shingong, he’s quite resistant to heat and cold.

I’m guessing that Kira has a separate energy source and uses that to control the temperature inside the body.

Me?

When it’s hot, I live hot, and when it’s cold, I live cold.

My body is in pain, but my mind is not particularly in pain.

If the body is damaged, it regenerates.

I sat down and watched the moving away sky, and Cheonma opened his mouth again.

“You don’t ask. Aren’t you curious as to why I said the name Oh Myeong-seong?”

Well, I swallowed those words because I knew more about it than Cheonma.

Well, for people to have a conversation, there has to be this kind of give and take. If someone brings up a topic you don’t know, it’s polite to ask what it is.

I felt like I would make a mistake if I continued talking, so I decided to talk about something else.

“Cheonma. I’ll be leaving here in a few years.”

While I was at it, I also included the nuance that it seemed like I wasn’t interested in the Cheonmasin Church. In reality, I’m very interested!

“You’re leaving?”

“No one is looking for me here. I want to share myself, but there is no one. Then shouldn’t I go outside?”

Even if Cheonma hears this and provides me with a Cheonma Shinkyo follower, or tells me to leave, it is still beneficial to me. The worst would be to seal her, but I know she won’t make that choice.

I fell in love with it.

Cheonma had the expression of a student facing a difficult question. Looking at him, I encouraged myself.

Please answer.

What choice will you make?