Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 206

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Chapter 206
The members of the Hyeolseonggyo are all those who wish to inherit the secrets of Hyeolsaeng and become Hyeolsaeng themselves.
The ten highest executives among them are called the Sip Cheon-gun, and these are the ones closest to Hyeolsaeng.
They can be said to be those who have half shed their human guise and are advancing toward the path of beasts.
Therefore, their methods of cultivation are things humans must never undertake.
Known by many names, they are the Demonic Sect.
In other words, their roots are entirely different from the Ilwol Divine Sect.
Since the Hyeolsaeng that the Hyeolseonggyo serves fundamentally enjoy commanding and toying with humans.
They are evil immortals and demonic immortals.
Ultimately, their goal lies in chaos and bloodshed itself. So something like unifying the realm under one rule was never truly their objective.
In essence, pure evil.
“Fanatics seeking immortality and deathlessness. They would not fear death either.”
“Yes.”
“How have such beings managed to hide in the martial world all this time?”
My Master clicked his tongue without changing his expression.
Soon after, he opened his mouth.
“However, if that were possible, it would mean they are that formidable. And it seems my disciple somehow knows of such an existence.”
“Ha ha ha ha….”
“I briefly wondered if you were perhaps a defector from the Hyeolseonggyo or a spy, but there is far too much evidence against that. Circumstantially, it seems the Hyeolseonggyo itself was unaware of you.”
“….”
Non-inquiry.
That was the contract between the two of us.
Yet I wondered if I could uphold it even in a matter such as this.
For though he said he did not suspect me, suspicion was only natural.
“….”
Silence pressed down upon the air.
I wanted to flee immediately under that weight, but the reason I could not was none other than my Master.
Soon after, Jegalling spoke.
“You have worked hard bearing that burden alone.”
“!”
That was all Jegalling said.
It was only sympathy and compassion for his disciple.
Just one word. A short word. Yet a word containing so much that something surged up from within me.
It rose through my throat like a sigh and urged me to speak of everything. But I had to forcibly suppress it.
Even I would not believe it if someone else spoke of it that way.
Not wanting this relationship to break, I simply kept my mouth shut and gazed at my Master for a long while.
“….”
My Master stroked his disciple’s head with eyes full of depth.
Feeling my Master’s concern, I thought to myself.
‘It’s impossible to hide everything forever anyway. The Hyeolseonggyo must have realized that things are not proceeding according to plan. From now on, they will become even more relentless.’
The original “Supreme Heavenly Demon” begins with Little Heavenly Demon Yeo Ha-ryun entering the Demonic Cult.
There were accounts of the attacks Jin Cheon-hee experienced and stories of the deceased, but those sections weren’t given significant weight.
Instead, the narrative focused more heavily on Yeo Ha-ryun’s training within the Demonic Cult and his completion of missions.
Countless people died.
There were villains among them, but the righteous were far more numerous.
Like water slowly rising, by the time I regained consciousness, everything had already been prepared—that was the process.
Throughout that process, Yeo Ha-ryun gained opportunities and formed connections.
Yeo Ha-ryun’s direct confrontation with the Hyeolseonggyo began only in the second half.
While opposing them, he lost many comrades and subordinates.
Yet this doesn’t mean Yeo Ha-ryun lacked ability.
Days spent battling the madness of the Thousand Killing Star.
However, the Demonic Cult itself harbored its own problems.
The current Heavenly Demon, the cult leader, was preparing for ascension, and she actually succeeded.
In other words, she achieved the Immortal Ascension.
But before her ascension.
True to her nature as an outstanding leader, she declared that she would select the next generation’s Heavenly Demon to succeed her.
The Heavenly Demon’s Bloodline Trial.
In the Demonic Cult, where the strong reign supreme, the sub-leaders killed and were killed to determine a single Heavenly Demon.
Disputes, schemes, and bloodshed erupted amid this fratricidal struggle.
In the midst of it all, the martial world was drenched in blood—righteous sects, evil sects, and common people alike.
But was that wrong?
If I were to judge, I would say it was wrong. However, from the perspective of a Demonic Cult member, it was a gu poison—a trial to birth a true Heavenly Demon.
The current Heavenly Demon was strong and possessed leadership, yet simultaneously embodied something infinitely close to demonism itself.
An ego bordering on madness became ever more steeled within the doctrine of the strong.
The Demonic Cult was a burden she bore and a legacy to pass to future generations.
To be a Heavenly Demon meant to bear the weight of a crown—to be strong, cunning, and merciless.
As she herself was.
So too must the next successor be.
Thus the Heavenly Demon’s Bloodline Trial was a tradition of the Demonic Cult—a flower that fed on blood.
When that flower withered in blood and bore its fruit.
The next generation’s Heavenly Demon would sprout.
Having witnessed this, she seemed satisfied and crossed the final wall of selflessness to achieve Immortal Ascension.
‘It’s a tale brimming with romance. If only I hadn’t existed in this world.’
As a mere reader, it would be a fascinating development.
The problem is, now that I’ve fallen into the martial world, I myself am a participant.
I cherished my friends.
I cherished Wang Gak-yeon, Samjeolchuho, and Dang-a. The Namgung siblings and the Gongsun sisters.
The people of Hwangbo Sega. The people I met in Gaebang and Hao-mun.
People like the Abbot of the Bota Clan and the Bota Trading Guild.
I cherished Ju Wang. My connections with the people of Ju Wang’s residence were precious.
Hyeolsaeng Nogoe was an eccentric and peculiar person, but at first glance, he was rather entertaining.
I was fond of my younger brothers too.
I liked Cheonwoo, and I liked Sama Hyeon, whom I met today.
I was always bickering with Yoo Ho, but I was still grateful to him.
I was fond of my Master.
If I could save him, I could do anything.
Baek Rin’s Medical Guild was my home, and everyone I met there was family—bonds forged by my Master.
And finally.
I was fond of Yeo Ha-ryun.
As a martial arts novel reader, I enjoyed the exploits he displayed.
I walked alongside the protagonist’s joys and sorrows as well.
Now seeing that man in the flesh, experiencing life and death together with him, I felt an emotion I couldn’t put into words for anyone else.
‘So that’s it. I’ve accumulated far too many precious people.’
Because I didn’t want to lose any of them.
Sacrifice….
Death.
My eyes trembled slightly.
Days spent struggling desperately to change the future.
A premonition crashed over me that this was a turning point.
It was a sensation only someone who had experienced death before could feel.
But because it was such a fragile feeling, I couldn’t be certain, so I hesitated.
And then, a choice.
“Master. I know the future.”
Jegalling’s eyes widened slightly, but soon he nodded.
“That will be quite a long story.”
He didn’t press me about why I’d hidden it all this time, or whether I didn’t trust even my Master.
He simply gazed quietly into his disciple’s eyes.
Under my Master’s mysterious gaze, I felt as though my very soul was being pierced through.
“…I’m not sure where to begin.”
Of course, I didn’t tell him the story of how I died one day and found myself in the world of a martial arts novel.
All I could tell him was a vague account.
That one day I obtained some kind of artifact, and through it glimpsed the future.
That at the time I didn’t know it was a special artifact, but now I do.
I didn’t mention that the artifact was a novel called Cheonma.
“I don’t remember who created it, or what the artifact looked like.”
It was genuinely strange, actually.
For such a lengthy novel—and one I’d read so engrossingly—I should normally remember the cover or the author’s name, yet that alone escaped my memory.
“Do you remember where you obtained it?”
“….”
I shook my head.
I can’t even remember how I came to purchase that book.
Now that I’ve spoken it aloud, even calling it a relic sounds absurdly far-fetched.
‘Heh heh heh, even I wonder what nonsense I’m spouting…’
Jegalling, who had been listening silently to his disciple’s words, asked a question.
“Then your unique medical techniques are connected to that relic?”
“Not exactly. But I wouldn’t say they’re completely unrelated either.”
Both originate from Earth, from the future.
“I see.”
….
An eternity seemed to pass in an instant. Then Jegalling spoke.
“Yes. That is sufficient.”
“You won’t ask anything further?”
“Considering the peculiar path you’ve walked, it fits the pieces together. Some suspicions I hoped weren’t true have proven correct, and that troubles me as well.”
His long silver hair fell slightly askew.
“I already know you haven’t told me everything. But I also know that your silence is for my sake, not yours. So let it be. That is enough.”
Jegalling closed his eyes.
Fine wrinkles appeared faintly between his elegant brows.
“It merely troubles me to think you’ve been carrying such a heavy burden alone. Gwon Je once told me I worry too much, but hearing this, I see such worry wasn’t excessive at all.”
“Ha, ha ha…”
“This is not something to laugh away, Cheon-hee.”
Though my Master spoke thus, I could only laugh awkwardly.
I never expected him to believe such mad words.
That meant Jegalling had been watching over me as a Master all this time.
It also meant he had trusted me beyond the limits of human reason itself.
Something in my hollow chest had always ached.
Since arriving alone in this world, there had been many joyful and pleasant moments, yet I often felt like a foreigner.
I could tell no one that I knew the future, nor could I share the shows or jokes that everyone in modern times knew.
I missed fast food restaurants, missed instant ramen.
I even missed cheap instant coffee.
Now it had become too expensive to call cheap, but when that taste called to me, loneliness would surge forth.
“Cheon-hee, what do you intend to do with that knowledge from the future?”
At those words, something that had been welling up burst forth as light and flowed down.
The loneliness streaming from my eyes whispered to my heart that I am here.
I brushed it away with the back of my hand and spoke calmly.
“…I must save people. That is what a doctor does.”
….
Jegalling gazed upon his disciple.
Then, with a small smile, he spoke thus.
“Then my purpose is decided.”
“What is it?”
“It’s simple. You save people, and I save you in return. That’s all there is to it.”
Yet simultaneously, it was also the most difficult thing in the world.

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