episode_0053

It was when Yeomsaradal hurriedly returned to the excavation site.

The youngest members guarding the site greeted the captain with bright smiles, completely unaware of the situation.

Yeomsaradal, who was about to express his anger, paused at their words.

“Captain! We found it! We found it!”

“It came out on the exact ninetieth try!”

Yeomsaradal felt as if he was looking at the sun shining through the clouds in the sky.

This meant the mission was accomplished!

Even if the Forward Blue Division suffered devastating losses, he now had something to report.

As a true master, he had survived, and he would handle only the Crown Prince of the Great Hall and return.

That should be enough to save face.

“Did you find the sacred relic? Did you find it?”

“Yes?”

“I said, did you find it.”

The youngest members looked at each other, hesitant.

Yeomsaradal cursed under his breath.

“You didn’t even confirm it? Dammit, you idiots.”

The youngest members felt unjustly accused.

“Where is it? Quickly, quickly, move!”

Yeomsaradal urged impatiently.

He didn’t know when the Great Hall troops would attack.

They would soon realize there was no poison in the smoke, and they could have reached this far up the mountain.

Yeomsaradal, who knew the way, quickly returned.

The Great Hall troops would likely get lost, and if luck was not on their side, they would be caught soon.

Seeing their urgency, the youngest members obediently led Yeomsaradal to the excavation site.

The tomb of the late emperor, despite having a road, was not an easy place to find.

Moreover, the roots of the trees intertwined firmly, making digging the ground itself a challenge.

Why did they have to go to such lengths to sell the land, even resorting to kidnapping?

Of course, it was also a decision filled with the determination of the Forward Blue Division, a combat unit of the Shin Gyo sect, which was composed of at least first-class warriors who were reluctant to dig the land.

Under the unearthed ground, a gray stone wall was revealed.

It was clearly a wall built artificially.

Yeomsaradal realized his mistake.

Was there really a way to find the entrance by digging the ground?

Finding the tomb of the late emperor and digging the ground had been an ongoing mission for eight months.

Just finding the tomb underground was a feat in itself.

Originally, they would have to mobilize laborers to dig sideways to find the entrance.

But time was running out.

Even though finding the sacred relic and returning to the Shin Gyo sect was almost their only lifeline.

“Step back.”

Yeomsaradal raised his iron rod.

If there was no more time to dig, he would break through and enter.

With all his remaining strength, Yeomsaradal struck the stone wall.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Driven by a sense of urgency, every time the rough cracking sound echoed, his heart sank.

Yeomsaradal gritted his teeth.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

How many times did he strike the wall?

Finally, a rush of bricks poured inward.

Inside, a deep darkness spread open.

“Torch.”

“Yes?”

“Get me a torch.”

“Ah. I will prepare it right away.”

“You damn fool! Shouldn’t you have prepared in advance? Didn’t you see me breaking the damn wall?”

Yeomsaradal scolded angrily.

The youngest members felt dejected.

But in the martial arts world, it was the law that if you felt dejected, you should strive to become a leader.

When one of the youngest members hastily threw the torch inside, a tomb about a foot deep was revealed.

Yeomsaradal quickly jumped down.

Now, he just needed to find the sacred relic and escape.

But Yeomsaradal’s expression hardened as he thought about it.

In his imagination, there would be an extraordinary coffin in the center of the tomb, and opening it would reveal treasure.

However, in the center of the tomb, a stone tomb was in place.

It was only natural for a tomb to be there.

Surrounding the spacious tomb as if it were a pharmacy, countless drawers filled the room, reminiscent of the shelves in an apothecary.

It felt as if they were saying, “If you want to find something, go ahead and look for it.”

“Damn it…!”

Yeomsarada ripped out innocent strands of hair.

—

The effect of the Cheongdo Blood Poison was well known.

The poison was nullified. It was a very clean effect.

Now, I couldn’t even remember the title of the game, and with a playtime of 0 hours, it seemed like the enemies in this game were quite aggressive in using poison.

So you could enjoy the game comfortably.

However, whether it was a primitive Chinese trip, the world inside the game, or dimensional travel through a mirror, it had become so realistic that I couldn’t tell.

So, I realized that the simple effect of poison nullification was not as simple as it seemed.

Where does the line between poison and non-poison start and end?

Clearly, things that are called poison are fine.

Then what about mold? Spoiled food?

Alcohol? Isn’t it just a harmful substance that causes various alcohol-related diseases and is harmful in every way?

The early survival of Cheong was also a process of recognizing that.

Mushrooms? Fruits? Grass? Anything was fine.

Even insects were fine. You get used to it after eating them.

Except for the fact that the texture was disgusting, the taste was bitter, and you had to eat a lot to fill your stomach, it was fine.

It was the protein-rich food of the future.

I wondered if this was really a good alternative for the future. I doubted whether the future world where people lived was the right place.

Oh, even spoiled and rotten food is okay?

From then on, instead of filling my stomach with the forest and mountains, I came down to the city and rummaged through the garbage.

No infection occurred.

Even deep wounds healed cleanly without the need for disinfection.

Perhaps even bacteria were treated as non-poisonous.

After accumulating some skill points and honing my swordsmanship, I started to catch bad guys, earn bounties, and slowly began to live a more human life.

I also realized that alcohol wasn’t harmful.

It just made you feel good, not drunk enough to lose your mind, and there was no hangover or addiction.

You either enjoy it or you don’t. No addiction.

Now, I even gained confidence in drugs.

Now, roughly speaking, if it has a harmful effect on the body, it should be considered a poison and nullified, right?

But there might be exceptions, so I couldn’t let my guard down. Just in case.

The reason why Cheong didn’t hesitate to rush in when someone shouted “poison” was because he had a firm belief that poison wouldn’t work, unlike other ambiguous things.

Through the smoke, Cheong revealed himself as if flying.

It was the achievement of the Moon Lady Mountain Guard’s anti-gravity leap, achieved in a few leaps.

As they passed through the mountains like cockroaches scattering, Cheong preferred the direction where the three of them gathered.

Two heads are better than one, and three heads are better than two.

As they entered the mountains, the enemies noticed the pursuers.

A girl running towards them looked easy to deal with, so they turned around.

A hairpin flew, wrapping around one guy’s wrist, followed by a clanging sound as the guy fell back.

The enemy left alone after trying to deal with the three of them looked bewildered.

Cheong smiled slightly.

“Yes, it felt empty. My Moonlight Sword…!”

He had to starve, but the enemy was already right in front of him.

Moon Lady Sword, 8th move, Infinite Moonblade.

The final move of the Moon Lady Sword, consisting of the first half of the 5th move and the second half of the 3rd move.

It was an extreme sword technique that involved cutting three times in a moment and repeating it three times.

As he cut nine times in total, the crescent moon drawn by the sword seemed to shine on the ground.

The enemy’s wrist was cut off, and as the returning blade cut a little more of the wrist, it was sliced a little more by the following crescent moon.

Thin slices poured out.

From the slender wrist to the thickening forearm, passing through the elbow and beyond the joint to the triceps, these are the cross-sections of the human body.

The guy stumbled back, blood splattering.

In an instant, a figure with a hairpin on the back of their hand aimed a blade at the side.

Cheong reached out his hand.

As pale as can be, his white hand grabbed the blade.

As he clenched his fist, the sharp edge shattered.

“Oh, oh? Bare-handed swordsmanship?”

Bare-handed swordsmanship refers to a technique of breaking an opponent’s sword with one’s bare hands. However, there is no such thing as a bare-handed swordsmanship that crudely grips the hilt.

If Cheong had known this, he would have laughed at the ignorance, but the problem was that Cheong was just as ignorant.

“No. Moonlight Hand.”

The enemy paused for a moment.

Moonlight Hand? Why? Not Moonlight Sword?

And he paid a harsh price for his carelessness.

With a thud, Cheong’s hand plunged into the enemy’s chest.

The hand, embedded up to the wrist, gently squeezed the enemy’s heart. The involuntary muscle movement pulsated against Cheong’s palm.

It was truly a sweet beat of life.

Wow, this can happen too!

What should I do? Should I squeeze it once?

“Grrk, grrr…”

The enemy made a gasping sound.

As the squeezed heart convulsed, the eyes rolled back, revealing white, and foam bubbled from the mouth.

Cheong’s lips curled up, and his hand was withdrawn.

In that hand, a bluish muscle mass, the heart, remained.

In an instant, his mouth filled with saliva.

Cheong carelessly brought the heart to his lips, but then suddenly recoiled in surprise.

No, why is this happening lately?

Cheong furrowed his brow, retrieved the hairpin from the heartless corpse, and stuck it in his hair.

Cheong turned around.

The armless guy was still holding onto his arm and writhing on the ground.

Cheong approached and raised his foot to the head.

He pressed down firmly.

Resistance from the solid skull.

Oh, holding up?

He applied more force.

It seemed to slightly crumple, then with a crack, only the debris of what was once a head remained.

A tingling sensation ran from the sole of his foot to his head.

As Cheong savored the lingering feeling.

“W-witch…!”

Cheong turned his head.

The guy who had faced the goddess was not running away but sitting there, spouting nonsense.

Their eyes met, and the guy was startled.

“Witch? Want a taste of a witch? Do you like organ displays? Shall I pull out your intestines and hang them around your neck? Hmm?”

Cheong trembled and then spoke.

“Come to think of it, that’s fine. Yeah. Let’s go with that.”

The guy’s pants were stained a dark color.

Cheong scowled.

“Hey, you dirty. What’s this? Am I scary? Oh. A man, you know, huh? Even if I die, I’ll die honorably, even if I hang myself, I’ll hang myself, even if my stomach is cut open, I’ll pull out my intestines and hang them around my neck. What are you scared of, peeing yourself? Ha! Just pull it out, pull it out. If you’re going to sit down and pee, why bother hanging it heavily below?”