Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 201

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Chapter 201. Connecting Past and Present (1)

Neung Hyeong, who had heartily eaten meat and drank alcohol alone, entered the most expensive room and lay down.

“Burp! This is the life.”

Sprawling out on the soft bed with a full belly, he thought this must be heaven.

Neung Hyeong grinned as he stared at the ceiling, but soon felt a bitter taste.

‘Heaven, huh.’

How long had it been since he thought death had given him true freedom, yet here he was already immersed in worldly comforts, crying out in happiness.

People really are cunning after all.

Neung Hyeong recalled the past.

‘Foolish bastards. What? Divine representatives?’

Every single palace member was busy bowing to him, calling him a child of god or a divine representative.

The most ridiculous title among them was “Father of All Things.”

‘I never even held a woman’s hand once, you crazy bastards.’

From childhood, he had trained in martial arts under strict education and was forced to learn about Seongheolgung’s history and laws.

Among these, martial arts suited his constitution so well that he learned them enjoyably, but he had no interest in history and laws. He hated learning them so much that he forgot everything he had memorized as a child after becoming the palace lord.

‘Come to think of it, my life was really harsh too.’

Others said people formed families before reaching adulthood, lived harmoniously together, and peacefully ended their lives in old age while enjoying their grandchildren’s antics.

But he had never formed a deep relationship with a woman until his death.

As a child, he had been interested in the opposite sex, but the elders managed him thoroughly. They said the descendant of god was noble in itself, and contact with human women beyond necessity would bring defilement.

‘Crazy bullshit. They were just afraid they couldn’t control me as they pleased if I had descendants.’

The palace members even believed nonsense like he had hatched from an egg or been spat out by some dragon.

‘They should have taken intelligence tests first. They knew perfectly well how they had children, yet treated me like a monster?’

They wanted to emphasize that he was a child of god, different from birth. Neung Hyeong wasn’t unaware of this.

That’s exactly where the problem began.

I think of myself as not being a god, and it’s overwhelmingly clear that I’m not a god, so why do those bastards think I’m a god?

In the end, it was brainwashing. In other words, the only conclusion was that all the palace members were stupid fools.

‘But well…’

A shadow fell across Neung Hyeong’s face.

‘You and I weren’t any different.’

Those bastards who fell for the brainwashing and himself, who became their puppet and started wars even after gaining the power to overwhelm the elders, were all the same.

Thinking about it that way, he felt they had really found their own kind.

‘Maybe that Moyong bastard was right.’

About two months ago, when he was cursing the palace members to his heart’s content, Moyong Bi had said this:

‘Isn’t that self-hatred?’

He had gotten furious when he heard those words, but thinking about it now, there was some truth to what he said.

‘Whatever the case, take responsibility, is that it?’

In the past, he would have grumbled again.

But now it was different.

While overthrowing the Mu Dang Faction with Moyong Bi, he had seen how Heo Do Jin In and Heo Joong Jin In treated their disciples.

Though he didn’t express it, Neung Hyeong was greatly shocked.

Though he showed anger and treated them coldly, Heo Do Jin In deeply loved the Elders in his heart.

It was similar to how parents treat their children. Parents get angry and frustrated at their children’s foolishness, but there are no parents anywhere who wish for their own children to die miserably.

Even so, Heo Do Jin In didn’t stop them even when he saw them choose a life more terrible than death.

‘If those guys had gone astray to the end, that bastard would have taken direct action.’

Even he, who didn’t regard the palace members as children, felt uncomfortable when laying hands on them, but Heo Do Jin In was different.

It was like drawing a sword while weeping.

If he had heard this story from someone else, he would have sneered and asked if that wasn’t obvious, but seeing that situation directly left him speechless.

Neung Hyeong, who had briefly thought of Heo Do Jin In, grumbled without realizing it.

“Right, now I know why we lost. We were defeated because such tough bastards were crawling all over the place.”

From a distance, it was close to doing what was natural as an adult of the sect.

But thinking of Heo Do Jin In as a human being, the story was different. Everyone’s circumstances and personalities are different, and given Heo Do Jin In’s nature, this incident must have been ten thousand times harder than hanging himself.

‘Is it really necessary to be that ruthless?’

Is that responsibility?

Neung Hyeong, who had been lost in thought for a long time, covered his face with a pillow.

“Ugh, my head hurts. Let me just sleep.”

Of course, covering his face with a pillow didn’t easily dispel his thoughts.

Neung Hyeong muttered incomprehensibly to himself and then suddenly sighed.

“I should at least tell that damn bastard.”

The seed of god, the sacrifice for resurrection.

He might not have known otherwise, but that bastard Moyong Bi had even remembered himself as the intermediary he had encountered before going to the Underworld.

‘Honestly, I don’t believe it either… but anyway, just being able to communicate between souls is amazing.’

After much deliberation, Neung Hyeong closed his eyes.

‘Damn it, what kind of next-generation god is a guy like that? There’s no god to begin with.’

* * *

The blowing wind made the transparent qi barrier ripple.

Moyong Bi’s Infinite True Qi was soft and elastic.

Ja Dam couldn’t hear any of the conversation between the two people inside the qi barrier. But she could read the atmosphere between the two that the wind carried.

She recalled her master’s words.

‘In the past, this inadequate master realized through warfare that nothing is impossible for humans. Humans can always cross the line. Otherwise, how could those immoral demons joyfully murder civilians and charge forward in ecstasy even knowing they would die? The world calls them demons, but demons are also people. This master learned from watching them that there are no limits to the human heart.’

What terrifying words those were. Ja Dam understood why her master said such things.

Nothing is more frightening than having no limits. Being able to do anything means all possibilities are open. Thanks to this, humans can achieve their dreams, but they can also turn the world into a burning hell.

‘If there are no limits to the human heart, it means there are no things humans cannot do. Someday, humans might create vehicles that fly through the sky without tiring, like the monsters in those stories. And perhaps… they might even find a way to return from death.’

‘…’

‘Learn from that amazing imagination and will, but don’t unleash your limits into hell. That is this master’s final teaching.’

Ja Dam thought.

‘Those two people might be people without limits.’

Sama Jin Gung had said he tried to bring down the radical faction of Mu Dang alone.

No matter how great a person is, they wouldn’t attempt such a thing. If they were mortal enemies it might be different, but from what she could see, that wasn’t the case either.

In that sense, Sama Jin Gung is a person without limits.

His desires, imagination, and even actions would have no restraint.

Then what about Moyong Bi?

‘In some ways, he might be even more limitless than the Alliance Leader.’

That’s why it doesn’t make sense.

In Sama Jin Gung’s case, she could say he had no limits in this aspect, so he was like this. But she couldn’t say that about Moyong Bi.

Though she couldn’t express it in words or writing, she was certain that Moyong Bi was a person without limits.

In some ways, he might be the ideal human her master envisioned.

Whether they knew Ja Dam’s thoughts or not, the two continued their conversation.

“…Really?”

“Didn’t you say you were certain?”

“…”

“Right, I understand. In a world where many people see the truth but say it’s not the truth, there must be many who doubt themselves again despite being certain.”

At the very least, you shouldn’t be doing this, was what he meant.

Sama Jin Gung’s eyes shook greatly.

“Are you really Alliance Leader Moyong Cheon?”

Moyong Bi scratched his head.

“Usually, I think it’s better not to let people around know about this kind of thing.”

“…!”

“In many ways, I think I’m quite peculiar. There are already three people I’ve openly told, and now there’s even someone who investigated and found out on their own without me telling them. In ten years, everyone in the world will probably know that I was Moyong Cheon.”

“You’ve really… returned.”

“Yes.”

Sama Jin Gung, who was about to bow without realizing it, quickly straightened his posture.

Not only was Ja Dam watching, but it wasn’t the right time for that yet.

Moyong Bi nodded his head.

“I’m just a forgotten person. I’m the one who brought back memories of the past, not you.”

“….”

“I am Moyong Bi. I’m no longer Moyong Cheon.”

Whether it was heavenly fortune or heaven’s trick, whatever it was, if he had been reborn, it meant he wasn’t the person from the past.

Sama Jin Gung understood the meaning of those words.

“I won’t treat you as Alliance Leader from now on.”

“Of course you should.”

“But… please understand that I’m in a position where I can’t help but think of you as special.”

“I feel the same way.”

Moyong Bi sighed.

“If you’re a descendant of Sama Ryong, you’re not someone I can just casually overlook either.”

At those words, Sama Jin Gung felt something welling up in his chest.

Though he was confused by the sensation he couldn’t understand himself, he tried to maintain his composure somehow.

“From now on, I’ll call you Lord Moyong.”

“Do as you please.”

“But before I call you that, there’s one last thing I want to ask Alliance Leader.”

“What is it?”

“What kind of person was he… to Alliance Leader?”

A faint smile appeared on Moyong Bi’s face.

It wasn’t the smile of Moyong Bi who lived in the present, but the smile of Moyong Cheon who had lived in the past.

“If I were to talk about his good points in detail, even several nights wouldn’t be enough. If I were to talk about his bad points, half a moment would be too long.”

“…!”

“To me, Grand Strategist Sama Ryong was that kind of person. Without him, we wouldn’t have been able to win the war.”

Sama Jin Gung unconsciously swallowed.

For a moment, his emotions were stirred and his eyes nearly blurred, but he barely managed to control himself.

“It was a good lord-retainer relationship.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Pardon?”

“We were just friends. Friends who shared the same ideals.”

It was probably because of this very aspect that Elder had called Alliance Leader a benevolent person.

Sama Jin Gung bowed his head.

“Now please grant me one request.”

“You completely exposed someone who was staying quiet, and now you’re shamelessly asking for a favor?”

“Think of it as a request from someone young enough to be your son.”

“I thought you were smart and cool-headed, but you’re quite shameless.”

“It’s okay to be like that with elders.”

“You’re being ridiculous. So, what’s the request?”

“I want to join hands with the Moyong Family.”

“What?”

“The Sama Clan will soon establish itself in Hubei. After that, I want to officially become a friend family with the Moyong Clan.”

Surprise appeared on Moyong Bi’s face.

Sama Jin Gung’s eyes were colored with intense emotion.

“I want to write a new legend of friendship, not a legend of greatness. Please allow it.”

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