Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 798

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Chapter 798
The two people stared at Jin Cheon-hee with expressions of disbelief.
“There’s no need to follow the predetermined path.”
I’d flip the board over entirely.
Let me show them what total devastation looks like.
Why should I just do what they want? That’s a losing proposition.
I need to satisfy my own desires too.
“Everyone eat plenty. We’re starting work right after the meal. And Hyeon-a.”
“Yes?”
“I’m counting on you.”
I’ve shattered the Heavenly Mechanism so thoroughly that people call me a Heavenly Mechanism Reversal Master—surely I can destroy one person’s plan.
“I was getting bored anyway. This works out great. Hyeong~”
“Yeah.”
Whether it’s the Emperor, Master, or some unknown third party—let them all have a taste of hardship.
* * *
Over the past few days, I had genuinely practiced the Godly Stride technique.
Crash!
Of course, I fell flat on my face before even completing three steps.
“How are you supposed to do this while wearing shackles?”
“The problem is the restriction on my stride length. Master set the length of these shackles so that walking is possible, but running is difficult.”
“Hmm… And you’re going around claiming that Master taught you the Godly Stride this way, and that he’s absolutely not angry about it, right?”
At Sama Hyeon’s piercing question, I felt a pang of guilt.
“No, but that’s the thing—if I gain enlightenment from the Godly Stride this way, then ultimately Master’s arrangement was correct, wasn’t it?”
The logic of miracles.
Sama Hyeon sighed watching me.
To me, Jegalling was like a parent.
It was the same when I lived at the bottom of Hangzhou.
Sometimes people claiming to be parents would come and try to take the children away.
If they were truly reuniting with lost children, that would be fortunate, but nine times out of ten they’d have them beaten and working on the streets, or use them as caretakers for other sick or disabled children.
So I’d say let’s go back.
Whether we starve here or starve in the performance troupe, we’re starving either way, so wouldn’t it be better to work less and not get beaten? But they never ran away.
They never abandoned their parents.
From Sama Hyeon’s perspective, Jegalling wasn’t that kind of person.
Rather, he might be the ideal parent those children had once dreamed of.
Superhuman willpower, unshakeable social standing, brilliant intellect, willing to do anything for his child.
Always wanting to teach everything.
Wasn’t he the ideal parent I had yearned for my entire life?
‘The problem is that he’s not quite human.’
As a result, even with shackles on my ankles, I convince myself that this is Master’s love, that I’m learning. I’m engaging in self-hypnosis.
‘A normal person would have found it creepy and abandoned their master within three days.’
Even that Gwon Je is said to have had countless outstanding disciples among those assigned to him through the Wudang Sect’s distribution system.
Of course, they’re temporary disciples assigned through distribution rather than formally accepted, but many of them eventually become formal disciples.
Even after becoming formal disciples, many are said to break their vows and leave.
They say a master is like heaven, but to achieve that, one must fulfill filial duty to their parents.
Most people find both difficult.
If a child in single digits solemnly serves, saying “A master is like heaven!” then that child is Cheonwoo hyeong—is he even human?
That’s how much of an eccentric Gwon Je is, and that’s why Cheonwoo hyeong, who even attended his final moments, is remarkable.
And more so.
Hyeolrin Gwangssal Jegalling?
When Sama Hyeon went to Baekrin Uiseon, didn’t Jegalling come in his place and observe his martial arts due to my schedule?
The only thought I had at that time was, ‘Why does hyeong learn under such a bastard?’
While Sama Hyeon thought this, Jin Cheon-hee repeatedly used the Gyeongsinbeop technique, falling forward and getting back up.
Crash! Bang!
“Oh, hyeong rolled quite a bit this time.”
“Ugh. You mock me but don’t stop me either.”
“Would hyeong listen if I stopped you~? Besides, just following whatever the mastermind decides isn’t my nature either~”
Crack.
Sama Hyeon spoke while loosening his hand bones one by one.
“Come to think of it, there is a technique in dance that walks quickly with narrow strides.”
“Hmm?”
Sama Hyeon stood in the middle of the training ground.
Then he simply walked forward.
“Hm?”
When I first observed only Sama Hyeon’s upper body, it felt like he was sliding.
As if a person were gliding across ice.
But looking at his feet, he was indeed walking.
The speed was quite fast, and it was quiet too.
“Wow.”
“It’s not a footwork technique. I don’t even know what to call it. I saw someone else doing it in the marketplace and copied it. And it’s not exactly the same movement as that performer either.”
“Fascinating.”
“I use it when I need to do assassin work. If used well, it’s quite silent.”
Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes gleamed.
“This is it! This is exactly it!”
* * *
In the darkness.
Jin Cheon-hee wore a night robe. Beside him, Sama Hyeon and Namgung Un also wore night robes.
The difference was that between Jin Cheon-hee’s ankles and legs hung something wrapped in dark cloth.
The chain was wrapped in cloth at intervals, muffling the rattling sound in double and triple layers.
That wasn’t all.
With strides that would normally make even light running difficult, let alone using Gyeongsinbeop, I was walking incredibly fast.
How fast were they moving? They were walking at a speed that matched the running pace of two people.
Namgung Un sent a transmission.
[Brother Jin, is this truly what Master intended? I doubt even your Master imagined you’d insist on wearing that thing while running across the roofs of Nanjing.]
[Surpassing Master’s expectations is the true duty of a disciple! The joy of the Master!]
[Brother, your eyes aren’t in their right mind.]
[I didn’t know it myself, but apparently I have a natural talent for ruining other people’s carefully laid plans.]
[What? Who dared say such a thing to you?]
[Hyeolseonggyo! When we were in a life-and-death duel, they said something along those lines.]
[…It seems you’ve done something far more extraordinary than what I’ve heard.]
[Well, humans tend to become more honest with each other during life-and-death duels, don’t they? I suppose I do have some talent for it.]
Jin Cheon-hee’s blue eyes shone brightly.
Sama Hyeon ran joyfully beside his brother.
“Oh, brother. The moon’s not bright tonight—perfect for a night run like this.”
Namgung Un realized that among these people, he was the only one who could be considered sane.
[Ilgwang, you….]
Then he looked at the cloth wrapped around Jin Cheon-hee’s feet—no, the shackles bound by cloth.
It is said that master and disciple are like parent and child.
To Jin Cheon-hee, Jegalling was like his own father.
I don’t know which father in this world would bind shackles to his son’s feet, but thinking about it, in Gangho, there are fathers who sever their sons’ meridians and lock them in dungeons.
‘Just looking at our own family, Father learned demonic arts, and Grandfather destroyed his dantian.’
In this world, fathers even destroy their sons’ dantians.
Severing the meridians would be nothing to complain about.
Thinking that far, shackles seemed like a trivial matter.
[Don’t upset Master too much, Brother Jin.]
[Don’t worry, Brother Namgung.]
Sama Hyeon sent a transmission to Jin Cheon-hee.
[Brother, we’re almost there.]
[Right.]
Nanjing was once the capital and a place where all goods flowed through.
Though different from Hangzhou, it was no smaller—if anything, it was larger.
There were as many as forty-six prestigious families in Nanjing.
Five of these families had their main houses in Nanjing.
The remaining forty-one families kept their main houses elsewhere, but had separate mansions built and maintained here for Nanjing affairs.
Of course, these branch families managed those properties.
In this world, bloodline was the beginning, the end, the reason for living, duty, and right.
Looking at the entire empire, there were over a hundred families worthy of being called prestigious families.
Since each province of the Hua Empire was larger than the Korean peninsula, and dozens of provinces formed the empire, one might say there were actually too few.
Less than half of those hundred families had come directly or indirectly to Nanjing.
Namgung Un asked.
[Brother Jin, is this method really the right way?]
I responded with clear, crystalline eyes.
[If they disregard means and methods, then we should do the same.]
The Gwon Family has forty-six members? So what?
On this side, we have only three masters who compete for the highest tier even in Hwagyeong!
‘If I make up my mind and rush there at dawn to beat them senseless, what can they do? Secret spaces? I have the Seven Demon Gold!’
No matter how many skilled guards they bring with their superior martial arts, what can these guys do about it!
Here.
Here.
‘The Minor Sect Leader of the Golden Blood Hall! The Minor Sect Leader of Baekrin Uiseon! And the Namgung Family Head himself!’
Due to Gaju Namgung Cheol’s circumstances, the current Namgung Family Head is Namgung Un.
Asking that Family Head to commit theft with me made me feel about 2% sorry, but I kept my expression steel-faced.
[Your Majesty! Please grant me permission to become a righteous thief!]
[From today onward, I am an angelic middle-aged Che.]
Suddenly, I realized that combining my past and present life’s ages exceeded seventy by far, and at this rate I could even see eighty soon—but I deliberately ignored that fact.
Still, I didn’t want to reach old age.
Me, a grandfather!?
My mind is still middle-aged, isn’t it! As long as there’s still a young soul in my chest, that’s enough.
[Jin, you bastard. How can you say such things with those crazy eyes…!]
[가랏! 극점돌파—!]
The way I ran using my own legs instead of drumsticks resembled how I used to wield drumsticks while performing as a master of the big drum back on Earth.
It was truly an art form.
Remarkably, even moving at such tremendous speed, my pace only accelerated further, and my movements were extraordinarily silent.
Even my shoulders didn’t shake, making it seem as though a ghost were passing through.
Running through the darkness, I arrived at the estate of the Nu Family.
One of the five great families with their main residence in this Namgyeong.
‘The Nu Family is descended from Nugu, who served under Cao Cao during the Three Kingdoms period.’
Nugu was someone who accumulated considerable military merit under Cao Cao’s command, but because he frequently displayed ambition, he was evaluated as someone Cao Cao never entrusted with significant positions.
However, his abilities were as remarkable as his ambition, and he actually achieved great military merit during the time when Cao Cao and Ma Chao fought.
‘That’s why his descendants have lived as a prestigious family ever since.’
These types of people naturally live well.
Still, whatever.
‘Your ancestors used it well too. Still, with intelligence over eighty, it was good for early game progression.’
Making crude jokes from the electronic world, I began secretly searching for underground secret chambers using sound-based martial arts.
Then, with a tap, I lifted my foot slightly and looked toward Sama Hyeon.

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