episode_0095

Monthly salary.

There is a reason why the place I was summoned to was a cave deep underground. The Woljeongdang is embedded in the bottom of the stone pillars that rise up from the lakes to the east and south.

After heading to the main building with Cheonma, I took the elevator down and boarded the boat. Then I headed to the stone pillars further outside. Only then did I barely make it to where they were.

Of course, I knew it through the memories of the composition and the heavenly horse.

As soon as I stood at the entrance, a guide followed me.

As I followed him and looked around, the atmosphere was different.

Unlike the people of Cheonmasingyo who walk around with their faces exposed and their clothes full of individuality, most of them wear plain clothes that cover their faces.

But they are not exactly the same clothes. The color of the knot is different for each person, and the shape of the hat on their head is different.

Perhaps they wear clothes like this to make it easier to see their rank.

And all of them have at least two lights on their bodies.

Why do you keep putting things like that in there?

As I was looking around, I entered a room. The room was covered in smoke. Is this an opium den?

And in the middle of the room, there’s a person sitting with his face covered.

“Monthly owner.”

“Oh, aren’t you the Heavenly Demon Lord? Why did you come here with something like that? What on earth brings you here?”

It’s not that welcome.

Judging by the voice, it’s a man. However, there’s no guarantee that he’s the real head of the household. Still, if you make him a harvester, you can get information.

“Hello. I came to give myself to you.”

Let’s get to the point quickly since there’s a Cheonma next to us.

If this guy starts twisting my words, I might not be able to win. And he might find some weakness in what I say.

So, first of all, commit it.

“Aha, you want to turn me into a Heavenly Demon? Even though that isn’t a blessing.”

Then, a man named Wolje Dangju points out the dangers of the harvest season. This is clearly intended. He is trying to arouse suspicion in Cheonma.

I have no intention of letting this guy keep talking.

Because even if you don’t say anything, you can get his memories once you make him a harvester.

I stepped forward.

Then, something clicks and moves.

Crunch.

Cheonma immediately extended his sword and cut the steel wire. Cheonma saw the mechanical device moving in front of his eyes.

Of course, since the world seems to have recovered to some extent, you can regenerate your head once or twice if it is cut off, but you need to be careful because the injured part may become weaker than the original part.

Let me make it clear that I have no intention of engaging in dialogue.

“This is a notice.”

“Oh, oh, Heavenly King. Are you just going to let this happen? This is no different from an act of aggression against our Woljedang. Didn’t Heavenly King see for himself what would happen if we left this monster alone?”

The content is urgent, but the tone is not at all.

It’s closer to teasing.

It means that after doing something you shouldn’t have done, you will regret it.

“hae. Monthly lord.”

But Cheonma said calmly. Then, the Lord of Wolje, who flinched slightly, immediately lowered his voice.

“You will regret it.”

“Since when on earth has the master been disobeying my orders?”

As expected, it’s Cheonma.

Do you really intend to keep your word back then? At Cheonma’s order, the Wolje Dangju stared at Cheonma.

“Thousand years, thousand years, thousand thousand years.”

And then he walked towards me, saying just that short, sarcastic remark. I recited the contract to him.

“I’ll give myself to you, but later, when you’ve finished everything, I’ll take everything you have. How about that?”

The Lord of the Month was silent for a while, then answered in a heavy voice.

“You always say the same thing. Okay. Let’s do that.”

I caught the light inside his body and colored it with my own color. No, I tried to color it. But there was something strange attached to it, so I could only color it halfway.

ah.

this.

I know. When I first came into this body, there was this thing attached to one of my eyeballs. Someone made a contract with this thing first.

It claims ownership.

First, I licked the light. The memories I got were roughly half of the memories I was supposed to get.

It’s only half, but it’s half.

I gained a lot of memories. Above all, I learned that although this person holds the title of Wolje Dangju, he is not the highest person in Wolje Dang.

“It’s a double contract.”

I can feel a triumphant smile forming on his face, a faint sense of connection.

“Double contract?”

Cheonma asked me as if he was curious. So I answered like this.

“This means that what this person serves is not the Heavenly Horse.”

If it were just warmth, I could take it away at any time with a half-assed connection, but I decided not to do that.

Instead, he said this:

“Call the one you follow. Insimwon.”

“Oh, how did you get my name!”

For the first time, he shouts in embarrassment. Looking back at my half-memory, I see that this world has a culture that values names. That’s why they hide their names as much as possible, but I guess I was surprised.

I pointed at him with my finger.

“Just because it’s a double contract doesn’t mean the contract wasn’t concluded, right?”

If you give it some time, its light will turn completely purple. The hand of another being is slowly being torn off at the boundary of the light.

No, what.

I can give up things like light after I’ve gained my memories and taken away my warmth.

Even if you try to bargain like that, something won’t budge. Maybe you need to see them and talk to them, or maybe they don’t want to let you go.

There is only one such time.

That’s also something to make into a harvester.

Anyway, right now, the people here are likely to think that I only know the name. There is no need to hesitate to use information that has already been spread.

The culture of this world places importance on names, so it makes you misunderstand that they have already taken away everything important.

“Did you really think we could just sign a contract with words and get away with it? Come on. Bring me here quickly.”

I couldn’t figure out where it was, but I could tell whether it was him or not.

“Cheonma! Kill this guy right now! This guy is an unprecedented evil spirit from outside of Brahma! With just that contract, people will lose all their existence and become empty shells with nothing! We have a way to escape its grasp. If we don’t quickly drive it out of this world, the Cheonma Singyo will face great trouble!”

Insimwon shouted loudly as if he was having a seizure and tried to negotiate with Cheonma.

I looked up at Cheonma and pointed at the interest.

“I’m saying there’s someone more important than Cheonma.”

“That sounds like it to me too.”

After saying that, Cheonma stretched out his hand. Then, a dark purple energy covered the surroundings.

uh.

This is correct, but something is different?

I guess you could call it the difference between meat and amino acids. I am an amino acid, and what is around me now is meat. It’s not just protein, it’s mixed with other things.

And then Cheonma uses that to lift the man up and strangle him.

What did you call this?

Force grip?

As soon as he did that, he showed me the word ‘gal’ several times from his faded memory and introduced me to the word ‘heogongseopmul’.

No, isn’t that it?

Aaaah.

Faded memories come rushing in like a storm. And at the same time, they’re scratched. This memory.

While I was reminiscing about old memories, Cheonma interrogated Insimwon.

“I didn’t know there was someone higher than me in this Cheonmasingyo.”

He scratches his neck while squeaking, but it seems he can’t just grab it with his hand.

Then a light in his head moved quickly, then came out through the area where his eyeballs were.

An eel-like fish emerged from the cloth covering its face.

The human heart just groans in pain as it groans. Of course, that’s to be expected, since it’s tearing at the brain.

I see moves to kill.

So I went over and grabbed the fish by the head.

“Found me.”

And then I stuck my finger into its gills.

I couldn’t finish the sentence properly because I was holding it in the middle of speaking. There are a lot of cases like this. People only talk to their subordinates with their voices.

I thought it was just an action in a work of art, but does it actually happen?

This is just an annoying factor.

“Come and tell me yourself. It’s rude.”

The meaty substance is stinging me? Is this an attack?

I ripped off its neck while taking away the warmth of this creature. I have to keep warm. Hehe.

The fish died immediately, accompanied by a strong fishy smell.

Then the man falls to the floor, blood gushing out.

A man is groaning in pain. I know his hands are slowly reaching out to grab the light. I can take the light, but this is annoying.

“Insimwon. Poor human. If you want to live, deny the one you served and say you will serve me.”

I figured something out after tinkering with the contract a few times.

Words are more powerful than you think. Just like the contract shows that it connects with me just by reciting it while thinking of me.

“Tell me you like me. Tell me you’ll betray others for me.”

Encourage betrayal.

“Then I’ll spare your life.”

In reality, it’s not like I’m saving you, but it’s closer to you surviving on your own.

I held his hand and spoke to him kindly.

“Just say one word. Say yes. Just one word.”

Whisper quietly.

People will do anything to avoid the greatest pain. It doesn’t matter whether it’s belief or faith. In an unbearable situation, the body naturally struggles to survive.

As if I was struggling to get some warmth.

You should do that too.

If I had a bit more sane mind, I might choose death, but what if my brain is damaged like this?

I have recommended it several times.

“Yes.”

He eventually accepted, foaming at the mouth.

Hehehe.

The hand that had been holding his light flung away, and I filled myself with the light. I filled it tightly so that no white part remained.

I filled in all the incomplete memories.

And at the same time, his body split like porcelain and his clothes tore apart, revealing blue skin between them. And purple hair visible between the fragments of his head and the pieces of cloth.

“Huh, uh, uh?”

He stares blankly down at his fingers. He sees their pale skin.

“Congratulations on your betrayal. No, should I say it like this?”

I stood in front of him and said:

“You have apostatized.”

Blood stasis esotericism. Interest was not in the Cheonmasin religion, but in a different religion.

A man in faded memories is troubled.

It is a tradition that there is a blood sect within the Demonic Cult, but is it really a tradition?

If a religion believes in immortals rather than gods, isn’t it Taoism?

Are terms like Chukgi-gyeong and Jeoljeong-gyeong simply modified Taoist terms rather than Seonhyeop terms?

In the first place, is this world really a martial arts world?

I already knew it wasn’t true, so I don’t know why I’m worried.

I felt memories popping up as I took off the torn cloth covering the man’s head.

Then, the man who had given up his faith and chosen reality looked up at me and Cheonma with a terrified expression.

I met his gaze and smiled.

“Congratulations.”