Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 955

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Chapter 955
I commanded Hwang-gu to shrink, then placed him atop my head.
Thump!
Even shrunken, Hwang-gu was tremendously heavy, but my external martial power was far from ordinary.
I had more than enough strength to carry him on my head.
“Let’s go!”
I immediately employed the techniques I’d learned from the Moshan Sect and began racing across the river using my lightness skill.
The young man’s silhouette across the long expanse of water resembled a swallow’s glide.
Though I ran like the wind, the water’s surface remained undisturbed, and Hwang-gu closed his eyes, savoring the sensation.
Thump—
Blissful.
Of course, running on his own was most enjoyable, but the dog didn’t mind having someone else carry him like this either.
My afterimage grew distant, ever more distant, until at last we arrived at the island.
Splash—
Only the faint sound of water announced the doctor’s arrival.
Surveying the surroundings, the entire island lay in ruins.
There had been a great tidal wave, and because of it, even ancient trees centuries old lay toppled.
‘Extraordinary. It looks as though it took a bombardment.’
I quickly realized this was no natural disaster, but rather a calamity wrought by human hands.
I set Hwang-gu down and spoke.
“Hwang-gu. Search.”
Thump!
Hwang-gu flattened himself and sniffed for human scent.
A vast island.
At first glance, no trace of people was visible.
Then the wind shifted toward where Hwang-gu stood.
His wet nose caught something on the breeze.
Hwang-gu bolted forward rapidly.
Despite being devoid of people, the island was thick with cliffs and primordial forest.
And beyond, hidden behind the mountain, a dock came into view.
‘Impressive. The angle is quite ingenious.’
Hidden within the cliffsides formed by the mountain, it was a place one would never discover without prior knowledge.
The dock of Supa Village.
Pant, pant, pant—!
Hwang-gu demanded a treat.
I quickly retrieved jerky and placed it in Hwang-gu’s mouth.
Not ordinary jerky, but duck jerky—the expensive kind dried at high temperature for a long time with rare spices.
Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp.
The dog was content.
Whatever horrors awaited the humans ahead mattered little to him.
The dried meat in his mouth was the sole symbol of happiness.
His tail wagged enthusiastically as he tore into the jerky.
Then, tail still swinging, he asked again.
Woof!
A question asking what to do next.
“What do you mean what? We push them all out.”
Woof woof!
Crackle—
Hwang-gu’s body began swelling up in an instant.
His original ferocious form.
Yet his face remained perfectly round.
I pressed my finger against Hwang-gu’s chubby nose and then grabbed his cheeks, stretching them mercilessly.
Pant pant pant!
He was delighted.
* * *
The Sueok of Supachai.
They were fiddling with mahjong tiles beside a campfire.
Mahjong was normally played on a table, but spreading it out carelessly on the ground like this had its own charm.
One of them furrowed his brow, glaring at the tiles, while the other three chuckled and spoke.
“Where did the mahjong player go?”
“Damn it, you bastards aren’t cheating me out of this one hand, are you? How can the tiles be this bad?”
“Look at him calling cheating when he can’t even play.”
That was when it happened.
Woof woof woof woof!
The sound of a dog barking came from far away.
It was strange.
There was no village on this island.
Unless someone brought a dog by boat….
“Who brought a dog?”
“Who knows.”
They all answered casually, focused on their mahjong.
That instant.
KABOOM!
The wooden building beside them exploded.
It wasn’t just destruction—the very beams were pulverized into dust and scattered.
A true ‘massive explosion’!
From within emerged a giant dog, his enormous face as massive as his enormous body.
A perfectly round face.
Woof~!
He grabbed one man straight into his mouth and shook him side to side like a tug-of-war toy before hurling him away.
One of them was knocked unconscious by the debris.
The last one was struck by the one Hwang-gu threw and collapsed.
And the one still conscious, the only one capable of fighting, threw a mahjong tile.
It was the one who had drawn the filthiest tile.
“A giant dog!”
“What is it! A spirit beast?!”
“A, a demon?”
At the Sueok’s cry, the other Sueoks who had been sleeping hurriedly hitched up their trousers and rushed outside.
They all drew their weapons one by one and shouted.
“So what if it’s a demon!”
“Today we’ll get a taste of dog meat!”
The eyes of the Sueoks who came outside turned red in an instant.
And at that same moment, a clear voice rang out from within the dust.
“Oh, your eyes are quite red. As expected, you’re not from the Hyeolseonggyo… you practice demonic cultivation, don’t you?”
“The, the dog is talking!”
Crack!
The one in back struck the back of the Sueok’s head in front and spoke.
“You fool. There’s another person here.”
Is it because of the demonic cultivation after all?
If they were true Kang Ho-in, there would be the usual tension before combat.
In short, the fear that any normal person would naturally feel had been consumed and neutered by their demonic cultivation.
“That voice is quite pleasant?”
“Pleasant it may be, but it’s not a man’s voice.”
“What does it matter if it’s a man? I once had a man….”
In that instant, Hwang-gu’s front paw came down like a collapsing mountain.
Crash!
Bones shattered and one of them fell to the ground in an instant.
He wasn’t dead.
I wanted to use more force, but the master doesn’t particularly like killing.
The dog confirmed that the man’s limbs were broken and he had lost consciousness, then withdrew his paw.
“Oh, Hwang-gu. Well done, well done. You’re controlling your strength well now?”
Woof woof!
“Of course, when excited, instinct will show itself—there’s nothing to be done about that, but this is quite something.”
Jin Cheon-hee was standing on Hwang-gu’s back, looking down at them.
In his hand was a seven-stringed zither that Sama Hyeon had gifted him.
“A dog… a dog? A doooooog!?”
“And that beauty…?!”
“A seven-stringed zither?”
Soon they looked at each other’s faces and the Sueoks immediately caught on.
“Cheonhailgwang?!”
“Kkhahaha! Lady Luck smiles upon me today. I shall taste the blood of Cheonhailgwang!”
‘…Hmm, dealing with those addicted to demonic cultivation is indeed somewhat different from facing Hyeolseonggyo believers.’
I gently touched the Seven-Silver Zither that Sama Hyeon had gifted me.
‘Good. I’ve reached a new realm and can now perceive intent. So what happens when I infuse intent into the sound and pluck the strings with demonic cultivation?’
Dling—
In that instant, a tremendous shockwave erupted outward from me as its center.
Kwaaaaaang!
In a heartbeat, the floor and walls of the water pavilion were utterly obliterated.
“Kraaagh!”
“Insane, insane, insane, insane!”
“Ilgwang has brought forth a new martial treasure!”
It was merely the Seven-Silver Zither that Sama Hyeon had gifted me.
Sturdy and ancient, supposedly once wielded by a master of demonic cultivation, yet it possessed no special mechanisms.
I had simply reached the realm where I could infuse intent into sound itself.
I could perceive it clearly.
As intent flowed through the demonic cultivation I produced, it spread outward like soap bubbles in all directions, shattering everything it touched.
From how their intents scattered and tangled chaotically, there were no true masters among them.
Setting aside the ability to perceive intent, there were scarcely any who could properly manifest intent at a sword’s edge.
‘I see. So this is the realm of Hyeongyeong.’
Though I had not yet reached it, I was climbing toward heights vastly distant from Hwagyeong.
Having come this far, my anger only deepened.
‘So they themselves are so weak they cannot rely solely on demonic cultivation, yet they oppress those weaker than themselves and drain their blood.’
A mad world indeed.
I spoke, infusing my voice with demonic cultivation.
“My friends. I am deeply sorrowful. You live with all four limbs intact, yet you extort the lives and fortunes of others, and without a shred of remorse, you cultivate demonic arts. Surely this means the righteousness of Gangho has fallen to the earth.”
It was the truth.
Yet if people lived by truth, there would be no dark paths in Gangho.
“Ha! So this is the legendary Cheonhailgwang! Truly a madman, eh? Hey, you bastard!”
“So what! Do you think you’ll walk out of here alive, alone!”
“We’ll boil your dog and make mine our plaything—!”
Wahahaha!
Kekekeke!
They all laugh.
Their crimson eyes, drunk on demonic cultivation, resemble a third-rate horror film.
Such vile arrogance. Even the urge to tear people apart!
I observe these men, intoxicated by power, with deliberate calm.
‘It may not be solely the demonic cultivation. These fools have merely grown stronger in power and internal energy, but they lack martial wisdom. Without wisdom, they cannot even gauge the gap in strength.’
The battle between Geompaemun and Dopae-mun I witnessed before—the Elders there possessed eyes that could perceive the gap between themselves and me.
That is why they could restrain their younger disciples.
But none here possess such eyes.
Of course, demonic cultivation isn’t worthless.
With demonic power gained from draining human blood, they’d have the strength to tear apart either the Geompaemun or Dopae-mun.
But without contemplation of martial arts, they cannot recognize the realm of others.
‘Right. They’re all just petty versions of Eon Jeong-mu.’
Still, Eon Jeong-mu was kinder than them. In his own way.
Pfft.
Why is this? Laughter escaped me.
Anger still crackled in my chest, yet my lips curved into a smile.
Aren’t they all madmen corrupted by demonic power?
What if I went a little mad alongside them?
“Allow me to share my sorrow with you. I shall perform a piece for you all. First, a variation on Pachelbel’s Canon.”
“What? You crazy bas—”
Classical music isn’t classical for nothing.
I began plucking the seven-stringed zither with wild abandon.
Strangely, though it was unmistakably a seven-stringed zither, the sound that emerged seemed infused with guitar.
‘…Hyeon-a. I’m using the gift you gave me well.’
Waves of intent poured forth, centered on me.
I claimed it was classical, but the sound somehow carried the spirit of rock.
* * *
Classical music should be heard through expensive speakers.
That’s what my friend from Earth used to say.
That friend was wealthy. More precisely, his parents were wealthy.
Both of his parents could play an instrument each, and they sometimes performed together as a family.
That friend played the violin.
The house in Hannam-dong had speakers worth tens of millions of won, yet they all looked oddly shaped.
According to my friend, he’d put thought into the interior design, but to my eyes, they resembled spacecraft from science fiction films.
Listening to classical music there felt wonderful.
Though it didn’t stir my soul with overwhelming emotion.
When I returned home afterward and listened to that same song through cheap earbuds worth a few thousand won, it sounded like… sand scattering.
Since I couldn’t afford expensive equipment like my friend, I simply wore headphones instead of earbuds, searched internet cafes for good value-for-money recommendations, and listened to those.
Even that much helped considerably.
‘Still, it can’t compare to hearing live performance.’
The sound I produced became intent itself, spreading outward.
‘Kehehehe. Taste some baroque flavor.’
This classical piece would later appear in late 80s and 90s subculture genres, and many people supposedly began their classical journey through it.
Playing baroque in Gangho felt joyful.
I enjoyed popular songs with a certain twang, but Canon had its own unique flavor.
For some reason, I’d always felt Canon was a somewhat sorrowful piece.
Though it certainly contained cheerfulness, it carried a comforting quality.
As intent touched them, physical waves erupted outward.
‘That’s right. If Pachelbel practices cooperation in Gangho by playing the Canon, then so be it.’
Kwaaang, kwagwagwagwagwang!
Only the spot where Cheonhailgwang and his spirit beast—the dog—stood remained intact.
Circular sound-force qi waves (音功氣波) rippled outward from that point, grinding through building floors, earth, and people alike.
Shudder.
As the vibrations erupted, they exploded outward in a violent cascade.
Wooden floors fragmented and shattered into scattered debris, while people caught in the full-body tremors felt their qi and blood twist, their five organs and six bowels convulse, and blood spill from their mouths.
The qi waves continued expanding their radius.
Sound poured down like raindrops.
Bright yet serene, as if brushing across water’s surface, the cascading notes became tangible intent.
As if thousands of thunder strikes had detonated at once, my possessed, frenzied playing transformed everything around me in an instant.
Like something caught inside an invisible blender or barrel, everything exploded and scattered.
“This—what is this! How can a human do such a thing!”
“Damn it, kill him. Kill him!”
“Kraaagh! Ilgwang is using dark magic!”
Those wielding demonic arts all gasped in horror, beginning to accuse Ilgwang of sorcery.

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