episode_0054

Despite the harsh words, Jeon Jin, a member of the Cheonma Shin Gyo, didn’t really listen properly.

Proud of being a member of the Cheonma Shin Gyo.

The Shin Gyo believed that the strong were the law, and as such, it was a lonely crucible overflowing with crazy individuals.

People who eat others? Yes.

People who torture others? Yes.

People who enjoy killing others? Of course.

But having faced and fought against many such individuals, he had developed an eye for spotting the truly dangerous ones.

The girl in front of him was one of them.

Why someone like her was hiding within the righteous faction was a mystery. Unlike any other, almost as if the species itself was different…

His jaw trembled.

“Please… save me…”

A top-tier expert waved his hand as if swatting a fly.

One of the advantages of the Black Dao faction.

The lack of a sense of justice within him made his own life the most precious thing.

He looked down at the man begging for mercy.

Just like the others, he was someone who could die.

Jeon’s gaze turned cold.

“Why me? Why?”

“If you save me, I’ll tell you everything.”

As Jeon stepped back, the man panicked and shouted, “Wait! Wait! I have information! I’ll tell you everything I know! I’m looking for the Boksinjeok! I’m looking for the Boksinjeok!”

Jeon’s movement halted.

He didn’t know what the Boksinjeok was, and he wasn’t curious.

But the thoughts from the status window that reappeared in front of him were different.

[Mission: Cheonma Shin Gyo, Ma Gyo Conflict. My First Chapter. (Unknown) Crisis]

[You can track important artifacts of Shin Gyo/Ma Gyo. With this, you can join Shin Gyo or become a rival to Ma Gyo.]

Learn more about Boksinjeok

Dokhaengangho) Steal the Boksinjeok

Ma Gyo) Deliver the Boksinjeok to Muryeommaeng

Cheonma Shin Gyo) Deliver the Boksinjeok to Shin Gyo/Ma Gyo

Cheonsalseong) Steal the Boksinjeok

[This choice may have an impact on the world.]

“Ugh…”

Taechang again?

Do you sleep at two in the morning? You’d be cleaner than you.

How should I deal with you if you keep clinging like this?

Should I just hold my breath and wait for you to die?

Suddenly, a poorly read strategy guide flashed through his mind.

It said that while playing the game, you had to resolve three random crises in the early, middle, and late stages.

But I’ve already seen the final crisis to the end?

What kind of order is this? It’s a mess, seriously.

Do I just have to defeat Yeonyeong and it’s over?

Or do I have to do three, even though one is tough enough?

Still, the mission window after Yeonyeong seems a bit easier.

At least it doesn’t eat away at my brain like the Mogongchang.

“Sigh…”

Jeon let out a long sigh.

He wanted to unravel this suffocating feeling right away, but…

“So, what is this Boksinjeok you’re blabbering about, kid? Why are you talking about things I don’t know? Is that illegal or something?”

Jeon asked sharply.

“Then my judgment will be death.”

“I’ll tell you!”

Two hundred years ago, there was a legendary blacksmith known as Hwansin of the Furnace Army. His name was Banchi…

Jeon cut him off impatiently.

“Hey, what’s with the sudden storytelling? Are you trying to be like an old man telling ancient tales? Should I pluck out all your teeth and make you look like a grandpa?”

“Oh, no! That’s not it! I mean…”

One of Banchi’s masterpieces was the Boksinjeok, a flute made of eternal iron.

“What, you went on a rant just to find a flute?”

“Not just any flute, but a flute made of eternal iron. It’s a treasure desired by all beings in the world, and its sound is so beautiful that even the Blue Horse admires it, a treasure of unparalleled beauty…”

The Blue Horse, Cheongje Bokhui, was a kind of supreme deity in ancient China, responsible for the creation of humans.

Like a tree that generously bestows all kinds of miscellaneous knowledge upon humans, it also included music among them.

The expression of admiration for the flute was the highest praise that could be given to a musician.

However, if you were to say to Cheong, “There is a flute that surpasses all the sounds of nature in beauty,”

Cheong wouldn’t even bother to imagine what kind of flute it was and wouldn’t show any interest.

“If it’s a flute, then so what?”

But if someone were to say to Cheong,

“That flute is a treasure worth ten thousand gold…”

– then Cheong would exclaim in admiration, “A treasure indeed! I acknowledge it.”

Ten thousand gold, a wealth beyond imagination.

With that amount, it was worth making a fuss about.

Cheong thought to himself.

There was no way he could hand it over to those scoundrels.

But he couldn’t entrust it to the Wulin Alliance either.

Wasn’t the Wulin Alliance’s patrolman, Yeonyoung, the last boss?

Throwing a treasure into an organization that was so carelessly run would only make it disappear without a trace.

So what should he do?

Master sometimes plays the flute.

He would probably like it as a gift, right?

Cheong made up his mind.

“What are you doing?”

“Y-yes?”

“I’m starting the guidance, don’t you know? What are you doing?”

“Then, please spare me…”

Cheong narrowed his eyes.

“What, right now, the villain… talking back?”

“I will guide you! I want to guide you! Please let me guide you!”

Cheong relaxed his expression.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

—-

Hundreds of drawers tumbled on the floor of the tomb.

Decayed elixirs, rusted hairpins and jewelry, worn-out swords and daggers all tumbled together.

The last task of the shopping district was unimaginably malicious, as it involved emptying the drawers in the tomb.

Originally, it wasn’t the duty of the Blue Wave Brigade’s leader to do it himself, but with no other choice, he had to do it.

How long had the fearsome madous of Magyo been rummaging through the drawers in the tomb?

At the dirty spot where even hands couldn’t reach, a drawer containing a blue flute finally spilled onto the floor.

“We found it!”

“Finally…!”

Yomsa Raedal let out a joyful cry as the blue flute was revealed in the rope of salvation.

A plain blue body with a length of half a pole.

At first glance, it looked like an iron club, but in reality, it was a treasure of immeasurable value.

“Alright, now…”

That’s when it happened.

Thud. Someone leaped into the tomb.

Yomsa Raedal was startled and grabbed his sword.

“Who are you! What is this, are you… you? Where are the others?”

Yomsa Raedal recognized his subordinate’s face.

He didn’t know his name, but his face was familiar.

The subordinate stammered, “I, that is…”

– Hey, are you there? I’m coming down?

A lively voice echoed through the tomb.

At the same time, with a light step, a girl from the Seonmyeong stood in the tomb.

Cheong looked around the tomb.

In the center, an open coffin revealed faded silk and traces of a decaying body underneath.

And on the floor, drawers were scattered everywhere.

“What, grave robbing? Disturbing the peace of the dead! These villains! It’s unforgivable!”

Yomsa Raedal shot his subordinate a look, wanting an explanation.

Cheong also looked at the wet-pants guy.

The subordinate looked back and forth between the leader and Cheong.

Then, he drew his sword and pointed it at Cheong.

Cheong frowned.

“Betrayal here? Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Shut up! I was just luring you here!”

“Well, I didn’t promise to let you live anyway…”

Cheong hadn’t promised to spare them.

Now that we’ve arrived at our destination, I was planning to send unnecessary villains to the destination beyond the underworld.

Sharp-eyed one, that one.

“Alright, cry, Moonlight Demon Horse! Moonlight Demon! Ma Ban Sword!”

Cheong charged forward, shouting.

Yeomsaraedal swung his iron rod to meet the attack.

Clang! The blade and iron rod clashed with a loud noise.

Yeomsaraedal’s expression turned pale.

“What kind of background does this young girl have…!”

Already weakened from breaking the ceiling of the stone chamber, Yeomsaraedal was at a disadvantage.

“What are you doing!”

At Yeomsaraedal’s shout, the remaining four soldiers rushed forward.

Cheong wielded his sword and dagger, aiming for the hip.

The blade narrowly missed the pelvis.

And then he raised his sword.

That’s when it happened.

Clang, the sound of metal clashing.

A chain wrapped around Cheong’s forearm.

It was a weapon called Cheolryeon in the central region.

“Now!”

The one holding the Cheolryeon shouted.

Yeomsaraedal didn’t miss the opportunity and struck with all his might.

He would shatter that helmet in one blow!

A vicious iron rod with thorns headed towards Cheong’s head.

Cheong roughly pulled his arm.

The clash of his own strength and the opponent’s met, and the owner of Cheolryeon flew through the air, using it as a shield.

Thud! The one holding the Cheolryeon blocked the iron rod with his back.

The man’s spine shattered instantly, blood spurting out as he died in one blow.

At the same time, a sudden roar echoed.

The man holding the dagger’s upper body exploded, his internal organs splattering in all directions.

A triumphant voice filled the chamber.

“Ma Ban. Eliminated!”

“You!”

But despite shouting confidently, he hesitated and looked around. At the very least, Cheong realized that he was not in control.

“You should use informal speech. Don’t you know manners? You’re showing that you haven’t learned anything. If you’re not satisfied, do you understand?”

Cheong snapped his fingers.

Yeomsaraedal gestured to his remaining subordinate.

At the same time, a few fingers moved up and down, signaling among the soldiers.

It meant to attack simultaneously.

The subordinate glanced at Yeomsaraedal briefly and then turned back.

It was an understanding.

And then-

“Now!”

Yeomsaraedal shouted as he pushed all his remaining energy into the ground, creating a hole.

The subordinate also knew this was their last chance and leaped up with strong momentum.

Their bodies flew towards the hole in the ceiling.

It was a dramatic mutual betrayal that had been planned in advance.

It was a skill of the wicked.

The hole was narrow, and with two people jumping at the same time, they could only collide in midair.

They fell and rolled on the ground.

“You! I told you to attack! Disobeying orders!”

“Captain, why are you running away!”

“Mutiny! Mutiny is punishable by death!”

“The one who threw away his subordinates and tried to run away is now, what the hell kind of bastard are you! I’ve known since the beginning that this captain is just a damn joke, I swear!”

“W-what the hell did you just say, you bastard!”

They raised their voices at each other.

Cheong frowned.

Whether it was a demon or something else, it was really annoying.