Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 746

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Chapter 746
‘Well, Earth’s history has seen plenty of such things.’
The method simply wasn’t human sacrifice. I’ve witnessed far too much.
Wasn’t that extreme democracy? Even deciding where to place a garbage incinerator sparks conflict in the human world.
The happiness of the many through the sacrifice of the few.
“You should stop turning your eyes away from your own cowardice.”
“Cowardice? Are you calling me a coward?”
Jin Cheon-hee pondered this.
If sacrificing the few for the many were truly justified, one could simply stab the bellies of the top one percent who hoarded most of the world’s wealth and be done with it.
Half the world starves while global corporations monopolize grain, only to let it rot and discard it later. One could simply seize their CEOs and families and run them through with spears.
With that sacrifice, releasing some grain would prevent people in third-world nations from dying of hunger.
How many people could their families possibly have?
Medicine?
One could simply stab the bellies of American pharmaceutical companies and their law firms that synthesize the same insulin in different ways each time to maintain patent monopolies, and then all Americans could receive stable insulin supplies.
Yet it never happens.
The wealthy have always been absent from such sacrifices of the few for the many.
The powerful press the big red button—they don’t get selected for sacrifice.
Even the Soviet Communist Party, allergic to capitalism back in the day, never sacrificed their own cadres.
That’s human nature.
The sacrifice of the few for the many wasn’t an argument about how necessary that sacrifice truly was.
It was a word used to force sacrifice upon the weak.
Jin Cheon-hee raised his middle finger.
“Once you remove your crown and achieve equality for all people, then I’ll acknowledge your logic. You pig.”
“What?!”
Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes blazed a brilliant blue.
As if blue flames themselves had descended into his eyes. In the darkness, only his pair of pupils shone with such clarity that it sent chills down one’s spine.
The Masked Person felt oddly overwhelmed by that presence.
The other shamans felt the same.
“I will stop you all.”
The young man who had just raised his middle finger now bowed respectfully with a humble expression.
That brief moment of casual speech—was it his suppressed true self?
The Masked Person’s grip tightened on the jade throne in fury. Unable to withstand his grip strength, the jade throne crumbled to dust.
“Then it cannot be helped. Even if diplomatic friction arises with the Empire, this place will become your grave….”
As the Golden Masked Person spoke.
“Three.”
With Yeo Ha-ryun’s voice, the Parcheon Ilgong flew through the enemies.
Kwaaaaaang!
A black sphere exploded.
With a sound like a mythical beast’s cry, more than a dozen of the hundred-odd enemies were swept away.
“Wicked creatures. You need hear no more words from me. All of you—die.”
In that instant, Yeo Ha-ryun’s afterimage brushed softly past my shoulder.
The Masked Person spoke.
“So you are the Soegooju of Ilwol Singyeo. You too shall join the ranks of demonic ghosts here.”
Boom!
In that moment.
Stone statues standing throughout the great hall exploded.
Screeeech!
And demonic ghosts burst forth from within. It was a trap prepared in advance!
Moreover, these demonic ghosts clearly had a different appearance from those I had seen before. Yet, they were familiar to me.
‘Mummies? Mummies here? Of course. If there are corpse demons, mummies should appear too.’
My eyes sparkled with a different kind of interest.
Indeed, mummies wrapped entirely in bandages had burst forth.
But something seemed odd.
They were all over two meters tall and gaunt.
They wore inverted helmets resembling the three-headed, fierce demonic masks on their heads, and they emerged wielding curved sabers in both hands.
There were more than dozens of them.
“Aksha’s helmet?!”
“Kekeke, to recognize even that. You truly seem different from an ordinary death god.”
Yeo Ha-ryun asked.
“Hyeong. What is that?”
“A divine being from Celestial mythology, mainly referred to as an evil deity or malevolent spirit. In Gangho, it’s been translated as Yaksha, and Yaksha is….”
“They take refuge in the Buddha’s law and protect the Buddhist teachings.”
“Right. Mummies wearing the helmets of such Yakshas…. Ah, no, demonic ghosts!”
“There must be some reason for placing those helmets on them.”
In that moment, those who used shamanic arts gathered beside the Golden Masked Person. Those who used Chakra Tantra stepped forward.
“Life force, Prana!”
Deep green energy erupted from the bodies of the Chakra Tantra users and harmonized together.
It merged with a certain energy permeating the entire great hall and began to swell.
It was as if an aurora had unfurled underground.
Within that wondrous spectacle, power was absorbed into the mummies as if being drawn in.
Whoooosh!
The characters inscribed on the bandages wrapping the mummies emitted light.
Their bodies swelled, and their forms grew to a size now comparable to a zhang in height.
Furthermore, light flickered from the three-headed, three-faced eyes of the helmets, and strong energy began to flow down their curved sabers.
It was exactly the form of a Yaksha that seemed to have leapt straight from mythology!
“Oh, our Ilkana Cheonsa used something similar, didn’t she?”
A critical situation, if one could call it that! Yet I found myself delighted.
“Hyeong. You seem oddly pleased.”
As Yeo Ha-ryun responded in exasperation, the muscular mummy of enormous build charged forward with an ominous momentum.
From that curved saber flowed not sword energy, but pure strong energy streaming forth in torrents.
“Oh, can you see? At that level, he’d be on par with Geumgang.”
“Since you’re an expert on corpse demons, you’d know. So we’re talking about Hwagyeong-class strength?”
“Right. It’s the effect created by the sorcery combined with the power this place possesses. Which means we’re at a disadvantage.”
“If we’re at a disadvantage, why does your voice sound so cheerful?”
“But it’s a mummy, you see. A sister product to corpse demons!”
“…I don’t understand what you’re saying. Are all the Jegallim Family people like this?”
Yeo Ha-ryun grumbled as he charged toward the enemy.
In that instant, the world seemed to slow down before my eyes.
I was already perceiving the world slowly through the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, but it became even slower, slower still.
The moment I realized this, Yeo Ha-ryun’s hand, stained black, began to advance forward.
Their inner energy began to be sucked into Yeo Ha-ryun’s hand.
Cheon Sal-seong simply grasped the curved blade and shattered it to pieces in an instant.
Then he continued forward and struck the mask and head with his pitch-black hand.
Splat!
With the sound of a watermelon bursting, the mask and head were pulverized as if struck by a shotgun.
As he swung that black hand again, the black mass spread out like a fan, beginning to absorb everything in its trajectory.
Craaack!
Just one exchange.
In a single exchange, over a dozen mummified demonic ghosts vanished.
“W-what is happening!”
“He defeated them all at once?”
“What kind of monster did the Cheonma send!”
Yeo Ha-ryun flicked his hand dismissively and spoke in a low voice.
“Do not dare boast of evil before me.”
Yeo Ha-ryun’s eyes changed from red light to black light.
One eye was a pitch-black color that devoured light, the other a crimson glow that consumed blood.
I understood what it meant for both eyes to change color by observing Jicheon Cheonma.
‘A complete unity with Cheon Sal-seong. So he’s finally reached that point.’
When Yeo Ha-ryun awakens Cheon Sal-seong, his strength is replenished every time he ‘kills’ something.
Exhaustion ceases to exist. The concept of depleted inner energy simply vanishes.
In exchange, the emotions and pain that any human would naturally feel become dulled and gradually disappear, but in matters of slaughter, he becomes optimized.
Because of this, I did not consider this situation a crisis. If he weren’t overwhelmingly strong, there would be no one capable of facing Yeo Ha-ryun.
Yeo Ha-ryun in perfect unity appeared delighted.
As he charged directly at the mummies, the Golden Masked Person cried out in shock.
“An apostle of Asura!”
What that meant, I could not say. But it was certain that they were astounded by Yeo Ha-ryun’s power at this moment.
“Warriors, offer yourselves!”
“We offer our lives in loyalty!”
The fanatical followers had no hesitation whatsoever.
The Chakratan martial arts disciples, as if they had been waiting, all drove blades into their own hearts.
The Doctor’s eyes widen at the proud expression on his face, utterly devoid of a single shred of doubt.
The martial arts disciples collapse to the ground, coughing up blood.
That blood is drawn into the air and seeps into the mummies that have not yet been destroyed.
Human sacrifice ritual.
The mummies grow larger, and the power of their vital energy becomes more intense.
From the tips of Jin Cheon-hee’s fingers, the Underworld Bell erupts.
Diiiiing–!
Along with the massive wave of sound, the blood sorcery is severed.
When the spirits of the martial arts disciples return to the underworld, all that remains is the blood binding.
The mummies’ growth halts.
“You actually blocked the ritual of self-sacrifice!”
The Masked Person gasps in shock.
Jin Cheon-hee speaks with an expressionless face.
“I’m growing tired of this. Let’s end this fanaticism.”
Jin Cheon-hee draws out the Frost Blade.
Empowered by the Frost Blade, the vital energy burns with the pure white nature of extreme cold.
It is truly the very image of burning ice itself.
“Honored One, we must retreat!”
At that moment, one of the shamans shouts.
The man in the golden mask rises from his throne at those words.
“To think such a monster would appear… There’s no help for it. Everyone, withdraw.”
Grrrrack!
As he raises his hand, the wall behind them opens with a sound.
The martial arts disciples of Chakratant and the shamans all begin running toward that passage in unison.
“Did you think I’d let them escape!”
Yeo Ha-ryun steps forward.
An immense, undeniable pressure bears down on the surroundings.
Cheonma Gunnim Bo!
Formless energy acts like gravity, pressing down with overwhelming force!
However.
Kaaaaaa!
More than a dozen demonic ghosts come rushing forward with horrific shrieks.
They wield enormous curved blades like whips, striking with vital energy so powerfully that even Yeo Ha-ryun cannot simply block it head-on.
Boom!
The demonic ghost’s curved blade strikes the ground.
Yeo Ha-ryun glares at the demonic ghost with an expression of fury. In that brief moment, the golden-masked man and all his subordinates disappear through the secret passage.
The wall begins to close once more.
“Ha-ryun! We need to deal with these things first!”
“I have no choice.”
Yeo Ha-ryun’s gaze turns toward the demonic ghosts.
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“Huff.”
I drew a deep breath and sheathed the Bing Jeong Sword once more.
Around me lay the corpses of countless demonic ghosts.
But only for a moment.
Ssshhh—
The multitude of demonic ghosts gradually crumbled into dust and scattered away.
Even amid this chilling spectacle, I lifted my azure eyes to observe the decomposition of the demonic ghosts.
For some of them, I even covered portions of the corpses with boxes to verify they truly vanished.
I also confirmed which parts of the dismembered bodies disappeared first.
I examined the organs, skeletal structure, and even the shape of the tendons.
It was cold. A coldness born of pure reason.
Ha-ryun thought—perhaps this was his true nature, so different from the smile he always wore.
“I’ve gathered the necessary knowledge. Next time we encounter them in battle, I’ll subdue them far more efficiently.”
My brother spoke thus, then retrieved a square grain bar and placed it in his mouth.
In the empty grand hall, only the sound of him crunching on nuts echoed.
Even ordinary martial artists of the Gangho would retch at such a gruesome sight, yet eating a nut bar was hardly the response of a normal mind.
However, Ha-ryun understood.
To accomplish what came next, one had to replenish one’s strength by any means necessary.
‘My brother is not heartless.’

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