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“The demonic cult of the time was defeated.”

At the gathering of orphans, Cheonma said.

“Until a few years ago, I called myself ‘the King’, but I was defeated in a life-or-death battle and returned to the Demonic Cult in disgrace.”

A man with long black hair who looked to be in his mid-30s took off his martial arts uniform in front of me and the other children.

“Look at these scars. The black dragon’s engraved form on my body.”

It was miserable.

It was more horrifying than the corpses of a family murdered by the bandits of the Green Forest.

The scar forming a cross on his chest seemed deeper than a finger.

The wound was being stitched up with a needle, so it seemed like the black thread would come loose and the wound would split open.

“Sword Star Mo Yongcheon. I was defeated by him.”

Blacksmith Mo Yongcheon.

It’s a familiar name.

“He is the best in the world, and I am the second best in the world.”

The Demonic Cult’s Heavenly Horse was defeated by the best in the world, Baekdo.

“It is the defeat of the Demonic Cult. There is no one in the Demonic Cult who can surpass me, so this is the defeat of the Demonic Cult.”

Could one individual be responsible for the defeat of the group?

Since I didn’t know much about concepts like Cheonma or the leader of the martial arts world, I could only look up at the people standing behind Cheonma with a blank expression.

“My guardian angels were also defeated by their opponents. The masters of the Demonic Cult were defeated by the elders of the Nine-Fold Faction and the heads of the Five Great Families.”

I see.

You lost.

But why do we keep our ‘orphans’ locked in caves and talk about it?

“You seem to be starting to get curious. The reason I brought you here. The reason I brought orphans from all over the Central Plains.”

Contrary to rumors, Cheonma was kind.

“Don’t be afraid.”

I had no choice but to be kind.

“You are the future and hope of the Demonic Cult, and the ‘latent poison’ that will lead Baekdo to destruction.”

There was a hint of ‘hope’ in the eyes that Cheonma was looking at us with.

“I will inject loneliness into your bodies. I will use the art of psychic powers to hypnotize you. You cannot refuse orders.”

Somewhere mixed with madness.

“If the current demonic cult can’t win, then the future demonic cult should win.”

Not only the Heavenly Horse, but also the Guardian Lions were the same.

“The next generation of rising stars. That’s a good saying. The next generation of sleeping dragons who will lead the golden age of Baekdo. Those who will one day become dragons and receive praise from many.”

Cheonma stretched out his hand to the side.

“Kill them.”

Cheonma raised his hand and pretended to hit someone’s neck, releasing a dark, sticky aura.

“A priest. A childhood friend. A collateral branch of the family. The child of an old friend. The child of an enemy. It doesn’t matter how you contact them. You have two tasks to fulfill. ”

Cheonma has captured our orphans with a clear purpose.

“First, you will infiltrate each faction. You will wash and disguise your past so that they will not suspect you, and you will sneak into each faction and report regularly to the Demonic Cult.”

One. He was planning to use us as spies.

“Second. This is the main mission. Most representatively…yes.”

Of all things, Cheonma pointed at me.

“How old are you this year?”

“Yes, I’m ten years old.”

“Ho.”

I answered because I was asked.

But the guardians opened their eyes wide in surprise, and Cheonma laughed, showing his white teeth as if he found it amusing.

“You infiltrate Murong Sega. No matter how you infiltrate, kill Murong Cheon’s only daughter, Murong Seol.”

Cheonma threw a dagger at me.

“The specific methods will be taught by your Dharma guardians who will be your teachers.”

After saying those words, Cheonma left the cave.

“…What are you going to do?”

“There are almost no children with martial arts talent. If it weren’t for the order, they wouldn’t even be direct disciples…ha.”

“Keulkeulkeul. That’s actually a good thing. If I were to teach them magic for no reason, wouldn’t those quick-witted guys notice? ”

I think they said there are ten different people and ten different colors.

One by one, the guardian angels of various appearances moved away from me.

“Our lives depend on your mission. Tsk tsk.”

Each guardian angel probably had a person in charge.

“Dokma. What are you going to do with the child who is going to enter Sacheondangga? Are you going to try to infiltrate him as a master of Dokgong?”

“Well…. Let’s approach it through cooking.”

“Are you trying to poison the food?”

“No. I will make you sick by cooking. There is also a way to ruin your body by making you eat only flour for your whole life.”

“Ha, the method I came up with was….”

“I think it’s better than a nympho thinking of a suit shop.”

Was it because they were so-called mines?

Or maybe it was because their best method of ‘killing with force’ didn’t work, so they each agonized over new methods and came up with various methods.

“I’ll do it with these kids.”

“Okay. I’ll go with these. The more girls the better.”

“…Follow me.”

All ten guardian angels left, each taking their children with them.

About a hundred children were captured, but I was the only one left in the cave.

“…….”

He grabbed the fallen dagger.

The dagger didn’t feel any warmth whatsoever.

Was he telling me to die?

Or maybe it was the impulse he felt at being abandoned even in this evil cult.

“Are you thinking of dying?”

The woman crouching in front of me grabbed the dagger I was holding with her hand.

“Or are you planning to kill anyone with it?”

Pathologically white face.

It was hard to call her a beauty – the ghostly energy coming from her body was like a dead person speaking.

“Then, wouldn’t you rather entrust your life to this magic doctor?”

The devil’s white face.

I became her disciple and was ordered to kill the best person in the world, Geumjeokyeop.

* * *

Three years have passed.

He was 13 years old, and each of the guardians raised his own disciples. Whenever they gathered, they would ponder over ‘how to kill the next generation.’

“Disciple. How can we kill Baekdo’s later index?”

The demon asked me as he wiped the body of one of his dead disciples with a cloth.

“Become a master and kill the later index.”

“That’s correct. That’s why orphans, including my disciple, keep dying like this.”

The orphan who was captured with me was murdered.

He was beaten to death by another orphan.

“Raise a strong disciple and break his martial arts skills. Only martial artists with their heads filled with internal energy would do that.”

To become the disciple of Kwonma.

The same was true of the disciples of other Dharma protectors.

“The perverted demon tried to rape the adult disciples. Oh, maybe it was a little too early for a young disciple?”

“…….”

“Hehehe. But that is also a method of murder. There is a method of poisoning, and there is also a method of trapping through organ injection. Like this….”

The master and the magician pulled out their needles.

Sigh.

“There are also ways to kill people with medicine.”

While stabbing the dead man’s body with needles, the master taught me.

“Remember the bloodline. The disciple must become a member of the council.”

“Are you telling me to kill you with a needle while pretending to be a member of the National Assembly? If I fail, the teacher will die.”

“Disciple. Humans die anyway.”

The teacher sometimes appeared to be somewhat detached from life.

“Death can come early to some people, it can come suddenly one day, or it can be delayed.”

“…….”

“Have hope. No matter what other guardians say, the disciple will definitely survive.”

“Why?”

“The teacher looked at your face and said that you were born with the appearance of a woman.”

It must have been a joke.

maybe.

* * *

17 years old.

“They say that Mo Yong-cheon’s daughter is called Gu-eum-jeol-maek (九陰絕脈).”

Hope descended upon me, and despair like a bolt from the blue descended upon others.

“Mo Yong-cheon’s only daughter is terminally ill, that’s what I’m saying.”

Old syllable.

“There was no cure in sight, so they ended up sending people to the Demonic Cult. They were looking for a demon doctor.”

A disease in which the blood vessels become distorted due to strong yin energy, preventing proper circulation of energy and ultimately leading to death.

“The doctor said. He himself doesn’t know how to cure the nine-syllable pulse. Congratulations. You sat still and completed the mission.”

The devil mocked me.

A disease that is particularly common among the children of martial artists is splenomegaly, and if it is called ‘Gugeumjeolmaek’ at the end of that, there is virtually no way to survive.

“I can’t just let you die like that.”

The old and withered Cheonma sitting on the throne was full of madness.

“It’s an order. Before you die from the nine-syllable syllable, you kill that bastard’s daughter. ”

Cheonma commanded.

As long as loneliness is embedded in your heart, that command is an absolute command that must be followed.

“Yes.”

Unless you pluck the loneliness out of your heart.

“Let’s go, disciple.”

As a disciple and assistant of the Demon Doctor, I headed to the Murim Alliance.

There, I met a girl with white hair.

She was a beauty.

To be honest, it was love at first sight.

They say that flowers are the most beautiful just before they fall, and she was so beautiful even in her sickly state.

“Lord. Even so, to the devil….”

“Look here, Geomseong. Mo Yongseol is Baekdo’s hope.”

It seems that each political party had its own story.

“Listen, you and your disciples. You are not from the Demonic Cult, but from Kunlun. You will claim to have won first place in this medical contest and have found a solution to the Murong Family’s pulse syndrome.”

“Is Kunlun okay?”

“I am the leader of the Kunlun sect, and I am the will of Kunlun. How could my disciples rebel?”

I don’t know the details, but Ma-ui and I disguised ourselves and infiltrated Baekdo.

Only the leader of the martial arts world and the swordsman knew.

“Are you a disciple of the Heavenly Fairy?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Don’t call me Miss. Just…call me Seol.”

In that way, I was able to approach the assassination target, Mo Yong-seol, as the disciple of a capable member of parliament.

“Treatment, not much progress?”

“Yes, Miss Moyong.”

I was able to learn it by studying medicine.

“I see. Then I will die soon after becoming an adult. I wonder if I will be able to barely make it to adulthood.”

Sometimes, treatment is of no use to those who give up on trying to heal themselves.

“I have a favor to ask. Before I die, there are so many things I want to do, so could you help me?”

The girl wanted.

Before I die, I want to experience as many things as possible.

“If death is my fate anyway, I want to do something a little more before I die.”

I was the same way.

If I hadn’t killed Mo Yongseol in the most brutal and cruel way possible, which would have broken Geomseong’s heart, I was destined to be killed by Cheonma anyway.

“Okay, how can I help you?”

“Everything that comes to mind!”

* * *

And the day before Mo Yongseol became an adult.

“…Miss Moyong?”

“Shhh.”

Near midnight, Mo Yongseol sneaked into my room wearing only a pair of mourning clothes.

“I’ll die tomorrow. Or today.”

“……After midnight, it’s the young lady’s birthday.”

“So, for my birthday present, I want to try something I’ve never done before.”

Mo Yongseol laid me down while I was half-raised from the bed.

“Can you help me?”

“…….”

If you do that, you die.

But if I’m going to die anyway.

If that is the wish of a person with a limited time, someone who is about to die.

“It’s not a syllable, but you don’t know that you’ll die from shock if you do it?”

“Phehe, is it okay if I die like that?”

So I spent the last night of my life with a woman who had a limited time left.

okay.

The best in the world, the golden jade leaf.

On the day a terminally ill woman became an adult, I spent a night with her.

The last moment, waiting for death.

…

…

…

“Huh?”

The blood has been drawn.

“What the…?”

I saved his life.

…….

It’s fucked.