Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 900

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Chapter 900
From my perspective, the only ones capable of truly wounding Sama Hyeon are not strangers whose names I don’t know.
Even if unknown people shouted Sama Hyeon’s name and ten thousand of them dropped dead, he wouldn’t give it a second thought.
What does it matter if some stranger calls out his name or not?
But the ones who can wound him are his family.
The feelings of family, whom he always cherishes, matter far more.
‘If Hye-a were to see Sama Hyeon like this and scream, then Hyeon would be wounded.’
I realized I wasn’t any different.
It seemed that to Sama Hyeon, I too was someone within the circle of family.
“That’s admirable spirit!”
When I deliberately exaggerated my words, Sama Hyeon laughed.
“The Heterodox Faction’s experience doesn’t just disappear, does it~”
“That’s right. Oh, but that doesn’t mean Cheonwoo is weak-hearted. Anyone would be shocked by such a sight.”
Saying so, I pressed down on Cheonwoo, who was struggling to get up, with just one finger.
Cheonwoo reluctantly lay back down.
‘Truth be told, even someone from the Heterodox Faction would have had their spirit shaken by such a sight… but I shouldn’t mention that.’
It was better to simply leave Sama Hyeon’s innate nature as it was.
It wasn’t something he chose to be born with.
Right now, he was serving as a pillar of support for many people anyway.
As time passed, Cheonwoo recovered considerably, and both Sama Hyeon’s and my inner energy had returned to some degree.
Though I felt a bit drowsy, I managed to suppress sleep through deep breathing exercises and circulating my energy.
After all, I wasn’t thick-skinned enough to feel sleepy after witnessing such a sight.
I first shared everything I had discovered with everyone.
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“Living for a thousand years? Never aging, achieving eternal life and immortality—truly a dreamlike tale. With that level of power, he could easily treat Half-Demon too.”
Then he asked me through sound transmission.
[In the future you saw in that other world, was the Emperor still human?]
A mad hypothesis.
No ordinary person could reach such a conclusion.
To think such things about the Emperor would be the ultimate disloyalty.
But…
But what if Gold & Silver, suffering from colon cancer and toothaches, were visited by a Goe-eo-in who cured them and offered medicine for eternal life?
‘Unlike colon cancer, a toothache could be solved by extracting the tooth… but… I don’t know.’
In any case, if they consumed the medicine and changed, at first their sense of self as the Previous Emperor would remain.
But as time passed, their spirit would inevitably follow their transformed body.
At some point, I realized that both Emperors could naturally become one with the Goe-eo-in.
The human spirit is more fragile than one might think, and when the vessel that contains it—the body—changes, the spirit cannot help but change along with it.
Even the strongest warriors, when transformed in such a way, eventually lose their footing and their inner nature transforms into that of a Goe-eo-in.
‘Simply put, that’s how it works. The scenery changes depending on where you stand.’
It was a famous line from some webtoon I’d once read.
It wasn’t merely a matter of labor rights—humans naturally think differently simply by changing their position in society.
[I wouldn’t know. That never came up.]
Jicheon Cheonma Yeo Ha-ryun had always observed the principle of non-interference with officials.
Or more precisely, he generally left officials alone, but he would decapitate any corrupt official who went too far.
Even if suppression forces were dispatched, how could they possibly track a master of the martial world who appeared and disappeared without a trace?
Moreover, given the circumstances of the Hwa Empire at that time.
The imperial court didn’t have the luxury to deploy the Geumui Guard or the Dongchang recklessly just to capture a single supreme master of the martial world who had killed a lower-ranking official.
If they had such resources, they would have used every last bit to hold back the Suksin Tribe.
As a result, there were naturally almost no stories about officials.
I had only spoken of how the world grew turbulent from war, and how disease and famine overflowed.
‘Emperor Geum-wang might have been left alone after Eunwang died and struggled to endure, or perhaps both of them took some drug and became axolotl brothers.’
As Jicheon Cheonma, I couldn’t know such things.
Yet somehow.
‘If those two are alive now, they’ll survive. They seem like the type who would just endure.’
There was no basis for it.
It was merely intuition.
The intuition that if they were the type to take such drugs merely out of fear of death, they would never have reached the throne of emperor.
A baseless belief that only those truly filled with madness could ascend to that position.
The belief of one who had observed Gold & Silver.
‘Those bastards would rather die with their noses in stagnant water than listen to others.’
Nasty-tempered dogs.
But I began to think that some of the others, particularly a few of the Imperial Eight Families, might have crossed over.
‘Is the age of humanity truly coming to an end.’
As my expression grew grave, Cheonwoo shifted his gaze.
“I ran all the way to the end of the manor and discovered a place blocked off by formation arrays. I confirmed that Taha-pa entered through there. The moment he went in, a powerful energy burst forth from all directions—it was ominous.”
“I didn’t sense that. Did you, hyeong?”
“Not at all.”
It seemed the manor itself wasn’t merely using soul-binding techniques, but also employed some form of formation arrays or barriers to prevent qi from spreading further.
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“I was able to hear several conversations~ Fortunately, the area I went to didn’t have only pure-bloods—it seemed hybrids and blessed ones were stationed there too, so they were speaking the Imperial tongue~”
We had been fortunate.
When I asked my youngest brother if there was anything worth salvaging, he grinned widely.
“Those who receive the blessing become Goe-eo-in without exception, but among their offspring—that is, among the hybrids—there are occasionally some who transform to resemble humans completely.”
“Do those ones operate on the surface?”
“Right. They occupy the lowest tier of Goe-eo-in society.”
The hierarchy within their kind.
Below the pure-bloods came the blessed.
And between those two existed the hybrids born from their union.
Below the hybrids were positioned those hybrids who resembled humans.
I fell into thought.
“Ou, they’re almost completely human-like…? So they don’t undergo physical transformations like Elder Brother does?”
“Right. I’ve heard some are even considered beauties by human standards. They’re spies operating on the surface. From what I can tell, there seem to be some at Hong Lu-gak’s pleasure district as well.”
Sama Hyeon grins, baring his fangs.
Sa Jeo Lim Un-hyeon had mentioned it before.
Whenever Sama Hyeon smiled like this, a storm of blood would inevitably follow.
‘Still, he probably won’t strike immediately. That’s not Hyeon’s way.’
By the time the target realized what was happening, their face would already be torn to shreds.
I spoke.
“I get the gist of it. They use these surface operatives to procure humans, send them below, and sacrifice them. By the way, how many humans do the Goe-eo-in typically consume?”
Those recorded in the journal held some position of authority.
I was curious about the others.
“Most captured humans are used as sacrifices, but the ones wearing armor seem to eat them regularly. They mentioned that on special days, they can eat human flesh? They spoke as if they were looking forward to it. Ah, they also said that soon they’ll be able to eat human meat continuously, even without special occasions.”
I furrowed my brow.
I could sense what that statement implied.
“….”
My blue eyes sank deep into thought.
“Hyeong. What are you going to do?”
Finally, a cold word escaped my lips.
“…We have to destroy it.”
I cannot afford to waste any more time.
“Hm?”
“Hyeong?”
At last, the Doctor reached a conclusion.
Like a swordsman drawing his blade, I cut through the air with my words.
“We need to collapse that entire underground city and eliminate their base. You understand, don’t you? Even just destroying the buildings will weaken their forces. After all, completely eradicating them is impossible. If they simply retreat into the sea, we can’t catch them.”
The first thing the Jegallim Family teaches when cultivating strategists.
Distinguishing between what can be done and what cannot.
Even if the lord one serves is a dreamer, a strategist must see reality.
Only then can dreams become ideals.
My Master evaluated it thus.
Despite loving dreamers more than anyone, the Jegallim Family’s curse is to fight reality to achieve that dreamer’s vision.
‘Perhaps that’s why we chose Liu Bei instead of Cao Cao or Sun Quan.’
And so the Jegallim Family, even after coming to the Hwa Empire.
Even after experiencing the destruction of their clan, refines dreams into ideals.
Parent to child, and that child to their own children.
Generation after generation, they teach the ability to distinguish between reality and dreams.
“Based on their testimonies and evidence, the Goe-eo-in forces are scattered across multiple locations, and this place is likely not their only settlement.”
However, a base is a base.
They are beings who have lived in ancient ruins for a long time.
Since the effort invested in their base seems extraordinary, they cannot simply live anywhere.
Humans breathe air and live, but you can’t simply throw them onto a mountain and expect them to survive.
They need toilets, must avoid insects, and have to farm.
The Goe-eo-in are no different.
No matter how well they can breathe underwater, their settlements are still underground cities.
In other words, places with air and high humidity.
There must be conditions we don’t understand.
So then.
“Just as my Master once said, if you destroy a sect’s foundation down to its very cornerstone, that power will inevitably crumble.”
A bold statement.
Even that much should be enough to suppress the Goe-eo-in’s activities in the vicinity of this city.
Cheonwoo asked.
“Hyeong, you’ve properly seen how many Goe-eo-in there are, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you understand that the village is made of stone and water?”
“I’ve grasped the structure.”
Is that enough to do it?
I couldn’t comprehend it.
Yet Jin Cheon-hee spoke with those blue eyes.
“Why not? There’s nothing we can’t do. They aren’t gods, after all. Even if they live for nearly eternity, they still need food, clothing, and sleep.”
A chilling coldness washed over me.
For some reason, Cheonwoo found it difficult to meet those eyes directly.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke, lost in his own world.
“It’s fortunate. Their wisdom doesn’t seem particularly deep for the time they’ve lived. If that’s the case, there’s nothing humanity can’t overcome.”
A war between species and species.
The infinitely compassionate and self-sacrificing genius before me chose humanity without hesitation.
Love was like a facet of selfishness.
Because he loved humanity, those who stood in humanity’s way were eliminated.
He would attempt dialogue and compromise, but if they proved difficult, the hyeong before me would unhesitatingly choose humanity.
In a way, he too was a hunter.
A different form from his Master Jegalling.
Cheonwoo sometimes thought his methods could be even more cruel than Jegalling’s.
People say Ilgwang doesn’t kill people.
The Heterodox Faction destroys dantians, but the Righteous Faction is more lenient, they whisper—yet somehow, even that seemed like the terrifying aspect of his hyeong to Cheonwoo.
A fact all those close to him knew.
His hyeong loves humanity.
And he loves the Gangho deeply.
He would deny it himself, but the path he’s walked is one that cannot be reached without love.
Yet even a bear will kill those who threaten its cubs.
Would his hyeong truly overlook such things?
While Cheonwoo, a member of the Righteous Faction, pondered slightly.
Sama Hyeon remained composed.
“So I’m saying we should strike a blow first… It’s a good opinion, but hyeong, how are we going to bring them down?”
Sama Hyeon rested his chin on his hand and asked in a casual tone.
For him, determining what his hyeong valued was not a matter of judgment.
From the moment the man before his eyes had saved his only younger sister, hyeong had become faith itself to Sama Hyeon.
Spilling blood was what he did best.
The armored Goe-eo-in were troublesome, but they too would die if their skulls were crushed.
As long as they weren’t gods, they could be killed.
‘That’s all I need.’

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