Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Chapter 12

Episode 12. Inside and outside demon world, Gojukrim (???) (2) Two

days have passed.

“Confucius.”

“….”

“I brought you some water.”

As expected, there was no answer.

Ma Dong-pil sighed inwardly.

‘Are you in some kind of shock?’

Two days ago, the Three Princes, who came into the residence in the Gojuk Forest, gave up eating and drinking and sat on the bed, looking at the window from a distance. I wish I could at least sleep, but I was awake all night.

However, it wasn’t like he was just sitting there in a daze.

He seemed to be thinking about something with a serious face, but as a spectator, I couldn’t tell what it was.

‘You’ll be hurt.’

There is nothing you can do. Isn’t it impossible to force one’s hand to touch one’s being?

Finally, it was time for Ma Dong-pil to give up trying to talk and turn around.

“hmm? it’s morning?”

Ma Dong-pil, surprised, looked at Cheon Ha-jin.

Cheon Ha-jin rubbed her face with both hands as if washing her face.

Ma Dong-pil suddenly got down on his knees.

“Have you finished thinking?”

“uh? Well, that’s right. “I didn’t know it was already daylight.”

“It’s not like the sun is out, Confucius. “It’s been two days.”

“Two days?!”

“yes.”

“For some reason, I heard that Shiba’s belly skin has sunk.”

“I apologize.”

“Why are you always so sorry….”

His face, which had not slept or drank water for two days, was gaunt enough to look like a sick person.

“Do you have water?”

“yes!”

Ma Dong-pil handed over the bowl that was lying on the table.

Cheon Ha-jin poured the water from the bowl into his mouth.

“Gulp! “Gurgling!”

With a gulping sound, cold water poured into his mouth like a waterfall.

‘omg!’

Ma Dong-pil’s complexion turned pale.

I had no idea that he would drink that much cold water like he was emptying his glass. As I emptied a bucket of cold water into my exhausted body, it was clear that my stomach would turn quite a bit.

But….

“Fuck you! Siwonta.”

“Lord Confucius!”

“why.”

“…Are you okay?”

Cheon Ha-jin tilted his head.

“What’s not okay? Anyway, the water here tastes good. “Can I ask for one more thing?”

“Of course.”

“Just warm it up a little this time. “It looks like the corn is going to break.”

“I follow your orders!”

As soon as he shot out like an arrow, Cheon Ha-jin fell flat on the bed.

“Um, okay. “I can organize my thoughts now.”

Unlike his relaxed body, his face was horribly stiff.

“I can’t go out.”

Although the word “is” missing right now… well, anyway.

He quietly looked up at the ceiling and smiled.

“Even if I use my courage and evil, I can’t get out.”

When things got to this point, I couldn’t help but laugh.

I was surprised that I had spent two days organizing that obvious thought. From the time I woke up, it’s been over a hundred days.

I don’t waver anymore. Don’t waste time thinking about useless things.

There was no time for that.

‘Military department? Demon God Palace? It was all meaningless. ‘It wasn’t possible from the beginning.’

I realized the root cause of why I felt more anxious than necessary and why I was obsessed with the idea of running away immediately.

dream? no.

Prejudice against demonic religions? Especially not.

The real reason why I thought I had to run away as soon as I found out that this body was the Three Princes of the Heavenly Demon Church.

“…Because it was uncomfortable.”

And what created that feeling of discomfort was the subtle ominousness flowing in the air.

‘It was too late to realize it.’

When he was called the King of Sal, he gained the gift of extrasensory perception.

It wasn’t something I really wanted to get. It was an ability that blossomed through a combination of innate talent and acquired environment that I acquired spontaneously as I experienced the threat of death at every moment.

And he created a martial art called Cheonra Yuktongsik (?????) that amplifies his super senses and became a legend in the world of assassins.

‘Extra sense is not martial arts. ‘This is a feeling engraved in my soul, just like I felt when I met the cult leader.’

Cheon Ha-jin smiled bitterly.

‘Since when did you misunderstand that it was martial arts?’

If I hadn’t mistaken that, I would have been able to see through the essence of the situation more easily.

“No, maybe it could have been more confusing. shit! “Is this a helpful ability or not?”

The death that Kang Ho-in encounters is different from the death that Sal-su encounters.

Kang Ho-in fights with a spear knife, but Sal-su fights with the ‘moment’ of time.

Salsu perseveres and focuses for just one perfect moment. Whether it’s three days or ten days, you only see that.

And how well you capture that moment and how much concentration you can maintain determines your talent as an assassin.

Cheon Ha-jin was a genius. At least when it came to assassinations, he was a genius who could be said to be the best in the world.

Uicheonmaeng threw such a genius into the swamp of death at every moment without properly managing him. In severe cases, there were times when he went out to assassinate three times a day.

The assassin who eliminated more targets than anyone else in history.

Salsu has been in contact with ‘death’ for longer than anyone else in history.

Cheon Ha-jin’s super sense was an ability he truly deserved to have, considering the hardships of his life.

And now.

Cheon Ha-jin, who had not fully realized who he was, completely regained his identity as the King of Death.

“Anyway, it’s right to get out of here. “But it’s not possible right now.”

Face the essence and understand the situation.

“In that case, I have no choice but to live as Seoryang, the Three Princes of the Demonic Cult, for the time being.”

Designed after acknowledging reality.

“Which of my desires as a third gong and my desires for my future overlap?”

Cross-validation and….

“I need to become stronger.”

Draw conclusions.

Cheon Ha-jin’s eyes lit up.

“You have to be strong. “Becoming stronger is more important than anything else.”

A world where the weak are eliminated.

And the Heavenly Demon Church was a group that strictly observed the law of the fittest of the fittest more than any other force in the martial arts world, with strong self-respect at the forefront.

Since the passive method of waiting to be weeded out and kicked out was not something to consider in the first place, he had to become strong if he was to live here as Seoryang.

The same was true when looking at Cheon Ha-jin’s future. I’m thinking of leaving Kangho, but I don’t want to give up martial arts. Isn’t it true that the world doesn’t know how things will turn out? Martial arts were necessary for a safe life.

In the end, whether he lives or dies, there is only one path he must walk.

It was martial arts.

‘I don’t use frivolous things anymore. I go out confidently on my own feet and with my own abilities.’

Just when he had made up his mind, the door opened and Ma Dong-pil came in.

“Confucius, I have brought you water.”

“thank you.”

Cheon Ha-jin said after emptying out the moderately lukewarm water.

“Mr. Ma.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

“From now on, when you call me, please call me Confucius.”

“…yes?”

Sigh.

Cheon Ha-jin looked up at Ma Dong-pil without saying a word.

At that moment, Ma Dong-pil felt goosebumps all over his body.

The eyes of the Three Dukes looking at him were extremely transparent. The vague eye glow, as if it were a person or a ghost, gave off an eerie fear.

Ma Dong-pil hastily lowered his head.

“I accept your command, Master Confucius.”

Cheon Ha-jin nodded.

‘From now on, I am Seoryang.’

Until I leave here and become confident in my own life, I will live solely under the name Seoryang.

“hungry. Let’s eat.”

“I will prepare right away.”

After a half-hour examination, Cheon Ha-jin, whose stomach turned upside down due to drinking too much and overeating, suffered from exhaustion and suffered from diarrhea like a storm.

* * *

My resolve to confidently advance with my abilities became stronger as time passed.

It was the fifth day since I entered the Gojuk Forest.

“done!”

Cheon Ha-jin, Seo-ryang clenched his fists while shouting one word.

“I’m completely healed.”

It became completely normal with nothing to add or take away.

There was no slight internal injury left, and all muscles were full of vitality. The tattered blood vessels have healed smoothly, and the functions of the five organs and six organs have become healthier and more active than those for my age.

Muae-gong’s growth was also encouraging.

‘Sadan-gong!’

Muae Gong broke through Sadangong. Thanks to this, the process of extracting toxins from the body has become several times faster, and the cleansing ability of purification and jingyeol has become much stronger.

‘Now!’

Proudness spread across Seo-ryang’s face.

‘Now we have a proper foundation.’

Now is the beginning of true martial arts. If you apply the enlightenment you gained while living as a king to a body full of talent, you will be able to become stronger in a short period of time even without the elixir.

And…

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch!!

Xu Liang closed his eyes.

A strange sound coming from deep inside the body.

I could see the world without having to open my eyes. It felt exactly like it looked.

I could vividly feel the chirping of birds, the sound of insects flapping, and even the wriggling movements of earthworms.

Cheonra Yuktongsik (?????).

It was a study to open the mind’s eye by maximizing one’s extra senses. It’s hard to use only half the angle now that my strength is at a low level, but what’s the point of being able to use it?

“good! “Let’s fly somewhere!”

Muae Gong, Cheonlayuktongsik, and dark energy.

Although he was full of knowledge about other killing methods and martial arts on his mother’s side, these three martial arts could be said to be the fundamental martial arts that created the legend of the King of Death.

You can use Muae Gong and Cheonla Yuktongsik. Now, if you just learn the dark reiki created by scraping together the visions of the nine factions, you will be able to become stronger in no time.

Seoryang, filled with dreams and hopes, began to memorize the lines of the dark song of joy, joy, and joy.

After a while.

“for a moment.”

Seo-ryang’s eyes suddenly bulged. We ran into an unexpected difficulty.

“Is it okay to learn dark energy…?”

This is the Heavenly Demon Church.

And I am Cheon… No, I am Seoliang, the Three Confucius.

There must be a magic craft that Seo-ryang originally knew about. He was probably wearing magic techniques taught to him by the sect leader himself.

But I don’t know what it is?

‘Oh my god Shiva!’

What on earth are you so clumsy about?

Seoryang held his head and screamed.

“Mr. Ma! Ma ssiii!”

After a while, Ma Dong-pil came rushing out from somewhere in the bamboo forest. His body, with his sleeves rolled up as if he had been working on something, was quite dirty.

“Did you call me, Master Seo?”

“I want to ask you something.”

“Please ask.”

“The leader’s disciple, that is, between me and the executioners.”

“yes.”

Xiliang swallowed his saliva.

“Is there anyone who hasn’t learned magic?”

A small wrinkle appeared between Ma Dong-pil’s eyebrows as if he didn’t understand why.

“Is that possible? “They are all training powerful magic skills that were given to them directly by the leader.”

“….”

“Didn’t you, Master Confucius, have some magic techniques that you learned before taking the plunge?”

“You know! “You know about cancer!”

“Yes.”

“….”

“….”

“Perhaps.”

“Please ask.”

“Just in case.”

Xu Liang asked in a voice full of tension.

“What happens if the teacher’s disciple learns a martial art other than magic?”

“…yes?”

Ma Dong-pil rarely shows this kind of reaction. I could see how dumbfounded he was by the question just now.

“I apologize for what you said, Confucius.”

“Just literally! “What happens if I don’t learn magic?”

“That…”

It was something I had never thought about before. You’re a demon but you don’t learn magic? Can you call that a mine?

Ma Dong-pil said stuttering.

“I wonder if something like that could happen…”

Seoliang was completely despaired. Looking at Ma Dong-pil’s reaction, it was clear that he thought of those guys as bastards who didn’t deserve to be called magicians.

Yeah, honestly, it doesn’t matter even there. If you get kicked out because of that, that wouldn’t be a bad thing either.

the problem is!

“I don’t know about anyone else, but I daresay… that the religious leader will be quite displeased if the Confucian princesses do not learn magic arts.”

“….”

“I apologize.”

Xu Liang lowered his head.

Ma Dong-pil was embarrassed. He couldn’t figure out why Confucius was doing this again.

How much time has passed like that?

“Mr. Ma.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

“Please bring me all the magic weapons that I can borrow with the authority of the Three Dukes.”

Xiliang raised his head.

Ma Dong-pil, who was about to open his mouth, was startled.

A single tear was flowing from Seoryang’s eyes, which had a bizarre expression, as if she was laughing or crying.

“…please quickly.”