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[Regarding the Effects of Destiny.araboja]

(Destiny selection screen screenshot.)

(An illustration of a star with a red tail between the constellations.)

The ominous starlight heralding the death of the world.

The unparalleled killer, Sal-sung, with a thirst for blood.

The chosen one of destiny must be killed without fail.

When the chosen one appears, all children born under the moon must be killed, or else the world will be drowned in blood.

The Destiny screen only has vague text like a knockoff Dalso, without clearly stating the effects.

So, the creator directly posted a summary of the effects on the Steam community, but since it’s in gibberish, I translated it.

Jami Daeseong (Northern Capital)

Begins with a unique royal background.

Choose between two golden martial arts at Hwanggungmugo.

Late-game crisis is difficult+++ locked into the Yellow Dragon Conflict.

Cheongaedae-gwan (Sirius)

Reduces the training point requirement for Jungjong martial arts by 33%.

Increases the training point requirement for Mado martial arts by 33%.

Increases the training point requirement for Sai martial arts by 50%.

The closer the temperament is to Jungsim, the more effective the martial arts become.

Hyunghokhwan-su (Mars)

Reduces the training point requirement for Sai martial arts by 22%.

Reduces the training point requirement for Seoe martial arts by 25%.

Increases the training point requirement for Jungjong Mado martial arts by 50%.

The closer the temperament is to Sai, the more effective the martial arts become.

Jungnyangcheonju (Venus)

Reduces the training point requirement for Mado martial arts by 33%.

Increases the training point requirement for Jungjong martial arts by 33%.

Increases the training point requirement for Sai martial arts by 50%.

The closer the temperament is to Paedo, the more effective the martial arts become.

Pungunsinbi (Arcturus) (Trash)

Reduces the training point requirement for Left Path Sect (Trash) by 75%.

Starts with the Purple Spellbook Taepyeongyosul (Trash).

Langago-seong (Vekluk)

Increases the acquisition rate of free training points by 5%.

Reduces the training point requirement for all martial arts by 5%.

The effect of Dokboganghos (No Party Play) is increased by 5 times.

The martial arts effectiveness of each party member decreases by 5%.

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Cheonsal-goseong (Comet)

Enters a frenzied state in battle (increased martial arts effectiveness, significantly increased health damage received, unable to flee).

The higher the kill count, the greater the martial arts effectiveness.

This is the reason why Cheonsal-goseong is recommended.

Since you’ll be using the Hojin-gong anyway from the mid-game onwards, it’s better to build up your internal strength first.

The significantly increased health damage received is not a penalty.

And since you can’t flee when you’re in a near-death state, you can still escape right before dying.

The downside is that you have to fight each opponent individually, but if you want to increase your kill count, you’ll have to go for a massacre play…

—-

After a long time, Ahcheong burst into laughter.

It was a bright smile without a shadow of doubt.

To anyone who saw it, it was an honest face that could easily be mistaken for a father’s smile.

Ahcheong was the type whose emotions were clearly written on her face, so she was clearly delighted.

So, what’s on the menu? Some kind of Tangsuyuk or something.

It was beyond Ahcheong’s imagination from the appearance alone.

The crispy coating looked delightful to the eyes, and the sizzling sound of the still-frying oil, along with the rising oily aroma, felt like it was penetrating the nose and reaching the heart.

Culinary art is a sensory experience.

Seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting with the tongue.

But why four of them?

One might be a mystery, but the clear fact was that it was time to enjoy it with the tongue.

Ahcheong grabbed a chicken leg and tore into it.

Unlike the crispy coating, the well-cooked, tender flesh oozed with juice from within.

The chicken leg almost melted away.

Truly delicious!

Even a culinary king would have to admit that this bite alone was worth pounding the ground and rethinking the classification of top-tier and low-tier, as Ahcheong, with sleeves rolled up, indulged in the joy of tearing and devouring.

Ah, this is it.

Life may be tough and harsh, but people can eat delicious things, find comfort, and gain strength to live on.

Just as Cheong was comforting herself at that moment.

The ceiling collapsed with a rumble.

Something crashed onto the table and shattered it. Bang! In the midst of chaos, something hot splattered in an instant.

His face was covered in a hot, thick liquid, and blood dripped down from his forehead.

The scent of blood that seemed to sting his nose.

Was this really reality?

Acheong doubted his own eyes.

There was no longer a table, a meal, or even a scent to savor.

All that remained was a chicken leg tightly gripped in his hand, his heart racing in shock.

Yes, a chicken leg!

Acheong quickly checked the safety of the chicken leg.

It was bright red.

Fresh blood dripped down.

Since the dish was well-cooked to a golden brown, there was no strange phenomenon of blood flowing from the undercooked meat.

Acheong wiped his face with a bewildered expression.

He couldn’t bear to let go of the chicken leg, holding it tightly in his left hand.

Would a singer singing in the pouring rain feel like this?

Blood oozed and dripped from his palm as he shook his hand.

Of course, this blood was not Acheong’s.

The owner of the blood was writhing amidst the wreckage of the broken table and the pitiful dish that had not been tasted.

With a rhythm of gasping and forcefully spewing blood from his lungs, his body trembled.

Hmm. Just an ordinary martial artist as usual.

The damn martial artist as always.

Why can’t I be happy?

Why only me?

Acheong’s gaze scanned the inn.

Those who were terrified.

Those who continued to eat nonchalantly.

Those who called for a doctor.

Those who screamed.

Those who looked at him with curious eyes.

The reactions were all different.

And the numbers floating above their heads were different.

The numbers represented the karma they possessed.

Performing good deeds increased the number, while committing evil deeds decreased it, allowing Acheong to evaluate people based on their numbers alone.

Of course, Acheong was the only one in the Central Plains who could see karma.

Acheong’s method of martial arts training was also unique.

By accumulating training points using martial arts, he could advance to the next level.

At the same time, he could accumulate free training points, allowing him to increase his achievements without relying on other martial arts.

It was a completely different growth method from the martial artists who constantly practiced and researched.

Moreover, how about acquiring martial arts?

When an intact rare martial art touched his body, it was registered in the martial arts window.

Once registered, he could invest free training points to master it at any time.

Is this really a normal way of training?

This is the growth method of a game character.

Not the way of a martial artist, or a person.

Then what am I?

Am I a person? Or a game character?

Are my actions and decisions truly based on my judgment?

Perhaps I am being controlled by electrical signals through a keyboard and mouse somewhere on the screen?

Then what are these emotions I feel?

Where am I really?

In a real existing world?

Or just a game world?

[Sudden Mission – Inn Disturbance]

[Disturbance at the inn.]

Actions required to gain additional free training points

Good Karma) Help the Cheonghasahyeop and eliminate the Zengyeochugwi

Evil Karma) Help the Zengyeochugwi and eliminate the Cheonghasahyeop

Evil Karma) Plunder the inn’s gold in the chaos

Heavenly Punishment) Kill everyone and set the inn on fire.

“Ha…”

It was a dreadful feeling.

A feeling that couldn’t be expressed with just the word “dreadful.”

Acheong gritted his teeth.

He felt like he was left alone in the world.

This damn status window.

The most dreadful thing in the world.

Gurgle. With a sound like boiling phlegm, the middle-aged man finally stopped moving.

It was the moment when the corpse became a true corpse.

As the contracture of the deceased’s muscles loosened, a pungent odor pierced through the air as the body, stained with the color of mud, swayed in a macabre dance.

Simultaneously, in a corner of the field of vision, translucent characters written on a window shimmered before changing their content.

Mission) Assist Cheongha Samhyeop in eliminating the Zengyeo Chugwi.

“Oh. Is it Samhyeop now? One down already?”

Acheong let out a sardonic laugh.

Between the gaping seams of her armor, blood trickled down her face.

In the mingling of that bitter, salty, and putrid scent of congealed blood, a sense of ecstasy began to rise to dizzying heights.

Yes, it’s time. We must eliminate them.

We need to stack up the missions.

Whether this was ancient primitive China, a world imitating the martial arts genre, or just a damn chaotic world within a game, it was impossible to tell.

Yet, there was one thing that stood out in this world.

In this world, there was no need to suppress and rot away the boiling anger within, because it was an era of swords, a world where one could deal with inner turmoil in the most primitive way.

Acheong picked up the sword that had been leaning against the table, now rolling on the floor.

Upstairs, chaos continued to erupt incessantly.

And now, she was about to add to that chaos.

With a smile as bright as freshly spilled blood, Acheong headed towards the stairs, dragging the sword along the ground.

—-

When explaining the realm of martial arts, the standard benchmark is usually the sword.

This was unfair to knife wielders or fist fighters.

However, since half of the martial artists in the martial world used swords, everyone in the martial world would agree that the sword was the most common weapon.

And, generally, the more moves one had, the louder their voice.

The skill of controlling the strength of the sword by imbuing it with energy was called Eogichunggeom.

Those who could perform Eogichunggeom were considered first-class martial artists.

Once one could wield it as naturally as breathing, they were classified as first-class advanced practitioners.

Beyond the stage of Eogichunggeom, one could even emit energy outside the weapon and shape it into a visible form.

This was called Geomgisangin, but since four characters were too long, the last two characters were separated and called Geomgi.

If one could use Geomgi, they were considered a master swordsman.

Although the classification between first-class advanced practitioners and master swordsmen was only one step, from first-class onwards, even a novice was called a master.

This was because the novice faced the first cliff.

Reaching the peak was described as crossing the wall.

However, in the past, people were amazed by the peak masters and revered them, but as martial arts continued to evolve, the martial world of today was different.

Since the incident where the world’s greatest martial artist, Cheonhadaeje, turned the royal palace upside down, the power of the court diminished, and the heyday of the martial world arrived.

The rise in martial arts levels was achieved without the constraints and oppression of the court.

Unlike before, it was a common belief that as long as a talented individual diligently practiced proper martial arts, they could reach the peak before they died.

Therefore, there was a trend of underestimating peak masters compared to the past.

Especially those in the first-class advanced stage.

If a few of them teamed up, they could handle the early stages of the peak.

If four of them ambushed, could they not defeat one?

However, underestimating the enemy was a taboo that all martial artists, from ancient times, unanimously emphasized should not be done.

Cheongha Sahyeop paid the price for forgetting this taboo.

Cheongha Sahyeop had become Cheongha Samhyeop, and furthermore, there was a high possibility of becoming Cheongha Duohyeop or simply a Cheongha assassin.

Cheongha Jilpunghyeop, the leader of the Cheongha assassins, sighed.

“Darn it, is the gap really this wide! Could it be that he’s hiding the fact that he’s reached the middle stage of the peak! He seems sinister and despicable!”

If Jeongyeo Chugwi An Sung-il had heard this, it would have been an unfair statement. An Sung-il was in his prime.

How did he deal with that guy so quickly?

He simply anticipated the attack in advance.

Maduran always lived with the threat of his life.

Because Madu was a cheap guy, even if he died from being stabbed on the street, it would be treated as a natural death.

So, Madu, who lived a long life, was naturally sensitive.

Meanwhile, the guys at the other table, whether they were brothers or enemies, talking about peace in the martial arts world, or the daily alliance, suddenly fell silent.

Of course, it was suspicious.

From then on, An Sung-il was on high alert, and his preparations paid off.

He deflected the frontal attack with his left hand and drew his sword to slash the neck.

Avoiding the guys rushing from three sides, he stepped on the ground with all his might and unfolded his martial arts skills.

However, due to the weak ground collapsing, he lost his balance and ended up taking a hit from the enemy.

By the way, taking a hit from the enemy means rolling on the ground ungracefully.

Although martial artists who value their reputation would say they wouldn’t use such a move even if they died, in reality, not a single person actually practiced what they preached, so most of what martial artists said was half boasting and lies.

Anyway, he saved his life instead of his reputation.

An Sung-il shouted loudly.

“Who dares to target the back of this Jeongyeo swordsman! Aren’t you afraid of the wrath of Jeongyeo’s officials!”

Roughly meaning, can you handle this?

“Shut up! You villain! Do you not know that you are a vile monster known as Jeongyeo Chugwi! Today, I will cut your throat and establish justice in the world!”

Just in case, he didn’t reveal his name.

Since fighting is a part of social life for martial artists, it was necessary to understand the implications.

After this, there was no need for further verbal sparring.

There was no reason to leave a good weapon behind and make a fuss.

That’s just the way of the martial arts world.