Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 861

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Chapter 861
“As expected. It was there! It really was!”
The Jin Ju-eonga.
A major clan that had built tremendous power through the funeral and brewing businesses, accumulating strength in Jinju for over a thousand years.
The Jin Ju-eonga was, in fact, far wealthier than any other clan.
Because of this, Eon Jeong-mu, who had lived a luxurious life since childhood, grew up viewing such a lifestyle as entirely natural and inevitable.
If there’s no rice, couldn’t one simply eat meat instead?
He was so immature as to speak such nonsense, showed no interest in those around him, and was both arrogant and foolish.
‘Why does our clan live so modestly despite having so much money, unlike the Namgung Family?’
His pride was wounded.
With the clan’s wealth, they could cast dozens, even hundreds of golden tiger statues.
He could replace these clothes he wore with far more magnificent garments.
Yet his father, the Gaju, always repeated the same words to such a son—stop talking like that and dedicate yourself to martial training.
‘What’s wrong with me!? Huh? Even Father looks down on me!’
Now even the servants seemed to glance at him sideways.
In truth, they were merely being cautious because of his volatile temperament, but the warped son didn’t understand this.
Thus, he had accumulated anger and hatred over the past several years.
The Veiled Madman. Cheonhailgwang.
Because of that Jin Cheon-hee!
After being humiliated by him at a tavern, those who could be called his friends began to distance themselves from him.
Moreover, when it became known that he had fallen victim to the Hyeolseonggyo’s sorcery at the Yongbong Gathering, he was eventually treated as if he didn’t exist.
And when he began to be subtly ostracized even at the Yongbong Group—a private gathering of rising masters known as the Yongbong—his anger and hatred only continued to accumulate.
‘Even when I throw money around, they refuse to humor me now!?’
Until then, minor clan members had always stood beside him, catering to his whims.
But such things only lasted while one’s life remained intact.
Once it became known that he had attacked his own allies after being toyed with by the Hyeolseonggyo’s sorcery, they began to subtly distance themselves.
That wasn’t all.
‘Damn bastards, all flocking to Namgung Un!’
A new fool had appeared for them to flatter.
Namgung Un.
That hypocrite seemed to treat people without discrimination and meet them with sincerity.
A man who would drink with members of minor clans and give them his time.
Everyone fell for his hypocrisy.
And the increasingly prosperous influence of the Namgung Family these days played its part as well.
Eon Jeong-mu felt himself becoming increasingly shabby.
After all, wasn’t that Namgung Un also a close friend of Jin Cheon-hee!?
He even called him Jin’s Younger Brother and treated him warmly, or so the rumors said.
As this fact spread, young martial artists began to distance themselves from Eon Jeong-mu even more.
‘Why won’t they acknowledge me!?’
How did that Ilgwang bastard become one of the top ten masters under heaven!?
I am also a Minor Sect Leader of the Eonga!
What difference is there between that bastard and me?
Moreover, he despised the martial arts of his clan.
He despised the sorcery of his clan.
And he wanted to abandon the clan into which he was born.
The more he mastered the Dreaming Soul Ghostly Corpse Technique, the more his complexion became as pale as a corpse, and all expression vanished from his face.
It had been decades since Jeong Mu saw a smile on his father Eon-gwon’s face.
‘Is this how people are meant to live? Who would ever love me, now that I’ve become like a corpse?’
His father Eon-gwon claimed that upon perfecting the Dreaming Soul Ghostly Corpse Technique, one would become a Corpse Immortal and return to their former human self, but Jeong Mu did not believe him.
For hundreds of years, no one had ever perfected the Dreaming Soul Ghostly Corpse Technique!
It was during this time.
That he discovered a certain truth.
Right here.
In the clan’s secret chamber, there existed a relic left behind by Gae Pa Josa, and using it, one could instantly perfect the Dreaming Soul Ghostly Corpse Technique and reach the Hyeongyeong realm to become a Corpse Immortal.
The Blood Layer Five-Gate Tower.
But it was not functioning now.
At its lowest level, various mechanisms and gears lay still. And at its center stood one massive bell.
-When crisis befalls the clan, ring the bell. The clan’s power shall gather as one, and the Dreaming Soul Ghostly Corpse shall be born.
And he stood before the bell.
When I ring it, that power will become mine.
Baseless conviction burned within him.
And he placed his hand upon the bell.
“Hahahaha! Die! Ilgwang! Once I grow stronger, I will surely turn you into a corpse!”
Doooooong!
It possessed the power to shatter eardrums and destroy his very mind.
But the aftermath was far greater than that.
The first toll of the bell reverberated from the underground to the surface, and all who heard it were forced to scream in sudden agony.
* * *
“Uuuugh….”
Bang Soon, who had served the Eonga as a retainer for three generations.
He inherited the bloodline of Bang Tong, the Feng Chu of the Three Kingdoms era, renowned alongside the Crouching Dragon, and was of the collateral branch of the Bang Clan.
For generations, he had managed the Eonga’s accounts.
He was now fifty-five years old.
His wife was the cousin of the previous Eonga Head.
In this Eonga that operated funeral services and brewing businesses, his position was extremely important.
Thus, just as his father had done, he too had married into the Eonga.
He had one son and three daughters, and until now had lived harmoniously without any particular troubles.
That did not mean his work was easy.
Today too, looking at the account ledgers, he pondered the missing figures.
‘Where is the money leaking from? Or did I miscalculate? Should I adopt that double-entry bookkeeping system they use at the Baekrin Medical Guild far away? I’ve heard it’s quite remarkable….’
Dong… dong… dong.
And he heard the sound of a bell.
That fateful sound shook his living flesh and shattered his mind in an instant.
I cannot remember my daughter’s name.
My wife’s face had become blurred.
My son’s reckless antics no longer mattered to me.
Everything scattered and faded away.
And with the pain, I felt all of my life force being sucked away somewhere.
He became a corpse while sitting at his desk.
Dong… dong… dong.
And the bell tolled once more.
The scattered consciousness gathered again.
The image of my wife nagging came to mind.
I remembered my daughter coquettishly asking me to buy her the newly released tang hui candy.
I see the scene where I was about to break my son’s legs after he was carried back from the tavern causing a disturbance, but stopped because of my wife.
And I realize.
Ah. I have become a Gwisugangsi while still alive.
Fresh blood poured out in a rush.
My flesh had just died, but the blood had not yet rotted and remained warm.
It was not only me.
From all around came the sound of people vomiting blood and screaming in agony.
Dong… dong… dong.
And the third bell tolled.
All around fell silent.
And Bang Soon instinctively knew that everyone in the Eonga had become Gwisugangsi.
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Daesuksu Ibeon who oversaw the kitchen. Yomin, the head maid who commanded the servants. Eon Jin-san, the Chief Manager who handled all matters of the Eonga. Duguang, the gardener who cultivated and tended the estate’s plants. Eon Jin-gwan, the Master of the elite Sireongdae of the Eonga. Eon Do-seon, the Master of the Gwisugangsi who researched the undead. Eon Mu-ban, a collateral branch member of the Eonga and husband of head maid Yomin. Gyeonsi-gyeon, the loyal dog raised by the Eonga. And countless others besides.
When they all became Gwisugangsi and their spirits remained in those bodies.
The mind of Eon Jeong-mu, who had done this deed, was destroyed and then reassembled.
For he had never known why or how this Hyeolcheong-Omun Gate functioned in the first place.
But now he understood.
His reassembled mind was Eon Jeong-mu, yet was not Eon Jeong-mu.
He opened his eyes and shed the tears that still remained in his body.
“I… what have I… done…”
Shedding tears that could never be shed again.
“Aaaaaaaah!”
He screamed.
It was the anguished cry of a soul.
Yet it was also a cry that could never be undone.
* * *
Upon hearing the entire explanation, Jin Cheon-hee’s complexion turned ashen.
“To be honest, I didn’t even know the ruin operated this way. But isn’t that the truth? It’s a place intertwined with the main family’s history, yet it had never been used even once until now.”
“It’s quite remarkable that you managed to refrain from ringing the bell all this time.”
It was exactly like handing a red button to a child and telling them absolutely, absolutely not to press it before leaving.
“Interestingly, the main family has never faced the crisis of annihilation throughout its long history… which made it nearly impossible for proper information about this ruin to be passed down.”
Remarkably, he was laughing.
It was a laugh that only one who had relinquished everything could produce.
The Eongaju continued speaking.
“Moreover, the main family didn’t actually know how this ruin operated either. Hahaha! Isn’t it absurd? Thanks to that, the main family was completely annihilated.”
Annihilation.
The Eonga’s ruin was certainly meant to exist to protect Eonga, yet it had killed every single person of Eonga.
What an utterly ridiculous turn of events!
“Is this the Gangho…? Is this catastrophe something the Gae Pa Josa of Eonga prepared?”
Jin Cheon-hee couldn’t finish his words.
The word tragedy was insufficient.
What was the difference between this and a child pressing a nuclear missile button?
Moreover, it wasn’t even the Eongaju’s own choice.
Merely a Minor Sect Leader who couldn’t bear losing to Jin Cheon-hee and laid hands on the family’s taboo.
What Eon Jeong-mu had done.
The Eongaju had lost everything in an instant.
The family, the traditions, even the mission to pass down martial arts to future generations.
“Well… what can be done? Since things have come to this. Besides, there is one good thing about it.”
The corpse laughed.
“Now that it’s come to this, I naturally came to understand why this ruin activated. It seems I’ve become subordinate to this ruin. And in exchange, I’ve inherited the ruin’s knowledge.”
The Eon-gwon Gaju tapped his own head lightly.
“That’s how I was able to create the Poisonous Undead, Han Bing’s Undead, and the Gwisugangsi. How wonderful this new knowledge is!”
A mad scientist.
Jin Cheon-hee recalled Cho Cheon-gun, whom he had seen at the North Sea Ice Palace in the past.
Even so, this one seemed somewhat more moderate.
But the fact remained that the villagers were having their vitality drained.
And the fact that all of Eonga’s people had died.
“You’re quite optimistic~”
“Since the deed is already done, one must view it optimistically. Even though this body is dead, my spirit still lives. So I am still alive.”
He became a corpse, became an undead.
Despite no longer being among the living, he spoke of himself as still alive.
“Eon-gwon Gaju. You speak such words while thousands upon thousands of commoners outside are being turned into undead! Do you truly believe such cruelty will be tolerated!”
Cheonwoo cried out with eyes blazing with fury.
“Thousands of undead… to be precise, about ten thousand. And these undead weren’t created by killing numerous commoners, so don’t misunderstand.”
Ten thousand!
At that staggering number, Jin Cheon-hee, Cheonwoo, and Sama Hyeon all gasped in horror.
How on earth did he create so many undead corpses?
“Surely you’re not suggesting that he purchased that many corpses with money to create them? We’ve detected no such signs during our investigations thus far…”
Cheon Hee’s piercing question hung in the air.
Yet Eon-gwon Gaju continued to smile.
“It’s not particularly difficult. These are ones we’ve preserved in the main branch for a long time. I mention this to avoid any misunderstanding—the Jin Ju-eonga clan doesn’t carelessly damage corpses once purchased. Some of these undead have been passed down through three, four, even over twenty generations. Well, since we’re exterminating the entire clan anyway, I’ve simply opened the storage vaults without reservation. Kekekeke.”

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