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Acheong was truly happy until recently.

Because she had money.

If life is not fun, the first thing to consider is wealth. The characteristic of those who say that overseas travel is fun and domestic travel is not is that they save money in their own country.

The guy who talked about regression had a huge backpack, and plundering had been the right of the victor since ancient times.

It was the moment when Acheong, for the first time in her life in the martial arts world, accumulated wealth exceeding a gold coin.

Even the head of a villain was offered to the government office.

As high as her evil deeds were, so was the bounty.

It was said that she had to exaggerate a bit because her backpack was so heavy that it was difficult to walk straight due to the wind pushing her body.

So Acheong enjoyed the gourmet food of the gang.

She bid farewell to the old Moonlight Sword (No. 5), which was like a lover, and welcomed the new, young and beautiful Moonlight Sword (No. 6).

She had always used other people’s swords, so it was the first time she had obtained a new sword.

My own sword, untouched by anyone else.

Her affection swelled anew.

I will take good care of you.

The Moonlight Sword (No. 5) she used before was completely worn out due to poor maintenance.

Since the scrap dealer in the ironworks wouldn’t even give her scrap value for it and told her to take it away, she just casually left it by the roadside.

She also bought sturdy and inexpensive new clothes.

Acheong had a great realization.

With money, even this damn martial arts world can be enjoyable!

She could even look at her status window and pass over it generously. The feeling of being greatly satisfied by gourmet activities remained strong even in the face of the status window’s nagging.

This was Acheong’s spending habit.

For those who cannot see the future, saving is not an option. This was a behavior seen in young people from all over the world in Cheong’s hometown.

Thanks to that, becoming a beggar was just a momentary thing.

Ah, those were good days.

All that was left was the Moonlight Sword (No. 6).

The lover of the swordsmaster, the sword.

It was a luxury item that cost half a gold coin.

Let’s be together for a lifetime, Moonlight Sword. Okay?

That was why people should spend.

At least the purchased items would remain by their side even if they became beggars.

“Order up.”

Thak. Jeonsoui put the dishes down without any care.

Three dumplings. One soup.

If you buy more than three dumplings, they give you a serving of soup.

It was the wisdom gained in her second year of martial arts life.

Contrary to modern common sense, the dumplings in the gang were made of pure steamed bread without any filling.

In a regular inn, one dumpling was about one mun, and in an expensive inn, it was about two mun, making it the cheapest food in the gang.

There was a separate name for dumplings with meat in them, called meat dumplings, and they cost a whopping fifteen to twenty mun.

The wisdom of her second year in the martial arts world.

When the dumplings were tough, it was good to dip them in the soup.

When your throat is dry, it’s good to drink the soup.

Acheong looked down at her Moonlight Sword (No. 6), the lover of the swordsmaster, the Moonlight Sword, in the face of her suddenly meager diet.

How much would I get if I sold this?

It’s a brand new one that I haven’t used much.

But it was only the wisdom of her two years in the martial arts world.

She couldn’t understand the second-hand price of a sword and the depreciation cost, so she decided to hold onto it for now.

But I really need to make money.

What should I do?

Acheong brought up the martial arts window.

It was a dirty item that made her feel bad every time she looked at it, but she needed to check her accumulated free practice points.

Free practice points were a means to instantly master martial arts and could be a lifesaver in emergencies.

The Moon Maiden Sword Technique (Advanced) and the Moon Maiden Heart Technique (Advanced), along with her acquired martial arts, the Moon Maiden Mountain Walk (Advanced), had reached the twelfth level.

The twelfth level was the highest achievement in that martial art.

Usually, achieving the twelfth level meant that you had mastered the martial art to this extent.

Of course, Cheong’s achievement and the achievement mentioned by the martial artist were completely different concepts, as mastering martial arts through the status window was just as different as the concept of complete achievement.

Cheong was in a state called “Twelve Holy Achievements,” where all plant-eaters were engraved, and each martial art gained additional ability points and special abilities.

Apart from that, miscellaneous martial arts that were just listed in the bookstore were in place, each with a white border.

They were classified into grades in the martial arts dictionary, starting from the lowest white border, followed by blue, red, gold, and the highest purple border.

Since the creator did not specify the names of the grades, it seemed like they were expressed as white martial arts, blue martial arts, and so on in the strategy guide.

By the way, the Moon Maiden Sword Technique was a purple martial art.

It was said to be one of the best martial arts, but since Cheong hadn’t learned any other martial arts, it was still unknown.

Comparison required a control group.

And now, it was time to add one more purple martial art.

Through a year of hard work, Cheong had accumulated over five hundred ability points.

It was truly a long period of humiliation.

Ability points could be very useful.

It was the ability point reward.

When a certain threshold of ability points was reached, the system in the game allowed the selection and learning of the desired martial art.

The exchange of ability points took place at five hundred points.

By the way, evil deeds were useless.

Evil deeds accumulated when committing wrongdoings, usually allowing one to gain ability points during the process.

Performing tasks that required killing only bad guys made it difficult to accumulate ability points, but it allowed for the exchange of desired martial arts through ability points.

Cheong didn’t hesitate.

Because there was a goal from the beginning.

Although the Celestial Demon Technique seemed intriguing, after finding out through a search during the game download that Celestial Demons were treated as a joke, interest waned.

These days, Celestial Demons ran restaurants, bakeries, conglomerates, and even played baseball.

Even in traditional martial arts novels, they were only as important as the third concubine of the protagonist, so calling it the Celestial Demon Technique would probably be unimpressive.

Cheong immediately received the ability point reward.

In an instant, words, forms of martial arts, and images of plant-eaters invaded the mind, causing a terrifying and dirty experience that could not be expressed adequately.

This was followed by a severe aftereffect.

Does this make sense?

Who learns martial arts like this?

In fact, maybe this isn’t a world in a game.

Am I right to move based on my own judgment?

If there’s a transparent screen beyond the sky, and someone is controlling it by typing on a keyboard and waving a mouse, what am I then…?

No. Stop. Bad thoughts, stop.

Cheong forcibly redirected their thoughts.

In times like this, one must chatter.

Desperately groping for traces of the past where they existed as a modern person, Cheong defined themselves as an object that was still alive.

Who am I? I am Ye. Ra. Shin. Jang. Owner.

Let’s go to the K-Ye Ra Shin.

Wrap Ye Ra Shin in kimchi and try it.

Trump is surprised and Xi Jinping is jealous of K-Ye Ra Shin, this martial art is now mine.

Ye Ra Shin is drawn on a watermelon…

Not satisfied? Chinese people? Then inquire about the Red Army Cultural Revolution over there.

Nothing happened?

Thanks to the desperate chatter, they avoided feeling even dirtier.

However, they no longer had the courage to look at the status window.

They didn’t have the courage to look at people.

Now, one should not look at the numbers above people’s heads.

Cheong closed their eyes tightly and bowed their head.

They chewed on the dumplings.

Even though they chewed on them tightly, for some reason, their throat felt dry and they choked in the middle.

Forcing themselves to divert their attention.

As they closed their eyes, the surrounding voices entered their ears.

The body abilities of Ahcheong, who had mastered the Internal Energy Law, were close to that of a superhuman, so just by paying attention, he could hear all the conversations in the tavern.

Among them, there was a voice that caught his ear.

“Hey, I heard Pyoddu is going to Yongseong.”

“Oh! Can you tell me the name of the Sohyeop’s lord?”

“Pyeongdaesan.”

“Oh my! Really, the eldest son of the Pang family? It’s truly an honor! If you’re going to Yongseong, are you going to the volcano?”

“You don’t need to know more than that.”

“Ah! Right, right. It’s an honor to have the Lord of the Great Alliance! Hey, please sit here. Hey, waiter, prepare a table full of dishes until it breaks!”

The conversation continued with a tone that was both arrogant and suddenly humble.

Ahcheong’s gloomy mood vanished in an instant.

Just by accompanying a high-ranking person, they would treat him like this!

Unbelievable!

It was a whole new world.

Ahcheong, who would search for villains to kill when he ran out of money, was wandering around with the life of a poor beggar he had acquired for a little over a year.

And a few scenes from the movie “Jusungchi.”

So, Ahcheong didn’t know anything about the North Pang family.

The eldest son of the Five Great Families, who had turned the Hwangung, the master of our clan, upside down since the incident, was higher than most of the princes of the royal family.

Gonbunpyoguk was a significant upper class that traded between two castles, but it was incomparable to the reputation of the North Pang family.

Ahcheong didn’t know this, so he just thought that if he was a high-ranking person, he would treat him well.

The unnecessarily energetic Ahcheong stood up from his seat.

“Excuse me. You said Pyoddu is going to Yongseong?”

Ahcheong spoke to Pyoddu.

It was a confident attitude from Ahcheong.

“Uh, well… I…”

Pyoddu made a bitter expression.

What kind of situation is this now?

It was a gathering to bring together high-ranking people, even among the golden connections.

In Chinese characters, it was called “guanxi,” a traditional gathering to foster friendship among the nobles.

Would he have a bright expression when he saw a guest who suddenly intervened in such a place?

“I’m called Ahcheong.”

“Ahcheong?”

The answer came from beside him.

That arrogant guy from earlier, Pyeongdaesan’s archenemy, Okgyerin, was speaking.

His voice was a low tone that could melt women just by hearing it, but it didn’t affect Ahcheong.

As Pyeongdaesan was sitting back in his chair, Ahcheong turned his head to confirm Pyeongdaesan’s face.

Wow! How can someone be so handsome?

The nickname Okgyerin was one of the traditional titles passed down through generations.

It was a special title given to the most handsome man among those highly regarded in the later generations.

And this time’s Okgyerin, Pyeongdaesan, was praised as having the greatest beauty in the long history of the Central Plains.

Pyeongdaesan’s unofficial title as the most handsome man in the world was there, so there was no need to say more.

But Ahcheong, who was just pretending to be a woman, didn’t waver at the man’s appearance.

He was just surprised.

Wow! What a face! So handsome! I’m jealous!

What’s this? Am I seeing an unreal sight in front of me?

If all men in the world were lined up in order of appearance, he would definitely be at the top forever.

Ahcheong’s amazement as a mental man was at this level.

In fact, when women who faced Okgyerin’s beauty without mental preparation would either faint or collapse in a swoon.

While Cheong was admiring that beauty with her mouth open, Pyeongdaesan cut off her words with a chuckle.

“Ahcheong. Do you happen to use the Moon Maiden Swordsmanship?”

“Wow. You know the Moon Maiden Swordsmanship! By any chance-”

“Ha. Well. This is a bit refreshing.”

Pyeongdaesan interrupted Ahcheong’s words with a snort.

What’s this? The nerve of this guy?

Is he acting all high and mighty just because he has a decent face?

Acheongi’s expression hardened.

“Is Acheongi your real name?”

“Yeah. So what?”

“I’ve never heard of that surname before. So, what’s the title of your family’s ancestor?”

“Um, well…”

How would I know that?

But if I say I don’t know, it might seem too suspicious.

In truth, Acheongi mostly kept to himself.

The only people he briefly associated with were in a similar situation of poverty.

They stuck together, so to speak.

So, he had no knowledge of the etiquette of the upper class, who wore silk clothes.

He thought to himself that only well-off people would ask about their ancestors.

Acheongi rolled his eyes.

Who could he think of with a known surname?

“Why can’t you answer?”

“I was about to answer, you know?”

“So, who is your ancestor?”

“Um… Asura?”

Is that right?

It seems a bit off to say Asura out of the blue.

Asura, the 17th generation descendant Acheongi. Seems pretty good.

“Heh, heh. Heh heh heh…!”

Suddenly, Pangdaesan burst into laughter.

Seems like it was nothing.

“Alright. Very refreshing. You get 27 points.”

“What?”

“Your face is average, so 0 points. Your figure is passable, but your height deducts points. Your chest is big, so it’s vulgar, another deduction. That’s 7 points. But you made me laugh, so special points of 20, making it 27.”

Who does he think he is, making sexual remarks like this?

The clear fact was that this kind of attitude was not part of the upper-class culture in Gangho.

While other women might have fled in shame and sorrow, Cheong felt no pain.

Instead, she felt anger.

This jerk is unforgivable.

“Hey. Just because your mouth is open, you think you can spout nonsense? Is it a mouth or a butthole? Are you going to poop from your mouth? I got 27 points? Oh, I’ll give you a perfect score, so well done, should I stamp it with a big seal?”

“I don’t really understand, but it sounds like you’re challenging me.”

Pangdaesan didn’t hide his laughter.

“Alright. Give it a try. Hit me once.”

However, there was one thing Pangdaesan didn’t know.

Since entering the martial arts world, Acheongi rarely held back.

He was someone who couldn’t distinguish between a game and reality, with an inherent sense of unease.

He didn’t have the patience to endure impulses.

And if he was provoked to hit, well then.

So, Acheongi clenched his fist tightly.

And then, he boldly struck Pangdaesan’s smooth cheek with a solid punch!

The color drained from Pangdaesan’s face.