He Became the Genius Blacksmith of the Namgung Family - Chapter 78

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Chapter 78

Episode 78

“…The Blood Cult’s invasion 30 years ago. Because of that, the entire Martial Arts World fell into chaos. Hundreds of thousands died and were injured, and there are still many places that haven’t recovered from the Blood Cult’s demonic influence. However, the most horrific incident was what happened due to the Blood Rat Flute Technique.”

An incident so terrible that it was hidden as a martial arts secret.

That hidden story, which should never be revealed to the world, flows from Hwanggyeon’s mouth.

“100,000.”

The minimum number.

Perhaps even more than that.

“There were so many victims that we had to handle it with only autumn burials.”

Those who died by the blood rats.

It was so horrific that even the phrase “mountains of corpses and seas of blood” was insufficient.

The Martial Arts World, the Righteous Alliance decided to keep this as a secret.

“It was a measure to prevent further chaos due to the Blood Cult and to quickly stabilize the martial arts world after stopping the Blood Cult.”

A person from the Beggar’s Sect summarized and spoke of that secret.

However, even with just that summary, the hall had already fallen silent.

If it was like this even with a summary, what must it have been like at the time?

What must have been the hearts of those who witnessed that carnage?

It was unthinkable.

And.

“…If we’re not careful, that incident could repeat itself.”

Blood Rat Flute Technique.

The culprit behind the incident that took the lives of over 100,000 people in the Central Plains martial arts world at that time.

Since someone from the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace had stolen and fled with that culprit.

Namgung Cheon-gang’s words thrown to everyone.

Suwang nodded on behalf of everyone.

The air in the hall became a little heavier.

Ding.

Meanwhile, a clear bell sound reaches Namgung Cheon-gang’s ears.

‘Huh?’

What was that?

It was a mission change message window.

After completing [‘Mission 【Let’s Serve a Crafting Master!】’], Namgung Cheon-gang had received one mission.

The content of that mission was.

A foundation repair mission.

It was nothing special.

But now?

The title really….

‘It reminds me of some variety show.’

But what happens if I fail isn’t a variety show.

I’ve become a person with a time limit again.

It’s a documentary.

Damn it, really.

The status window is really the main enemy, the main enemy!

* * *

Setting aside the time-limited life for now.

Looking at the mission content, in the end, the content is one thing.

‘…So, it’s telling me to stop it before 100,000 victims are created.’

The number 100,000 may just be 100,000 in words.

But that’s almost at the level of a dungeon break.

Seeing them throw me a mission to stop that, it’s really speechless.

‘Am I a blacksmith or a martial artist?’

Just looking at solving missions, I’m not a blacksmith but some kind of martial arts problem solver.

Anyone would think I’m one of the top 100 martial artists.

But I can’t not do it.

‘My life is at stake, but 100,000 lives are also at stake, so how can I just watch?’

Sigh.

What sin did I commit in my previous life to suffer like this?

‘No, come to think of it, I know my previous life, don’t I?’

I contributed to technological advancement as a blacksmith, didn’t I?

But why are the things that happen to me after reincarnation like Japanese pirates who ate Japanese ships?

Was my previous previous life really like that?

If so, I should understand.

Sigh.

‘But those Blood Cult bastards are really no joke.’

The fact that even with the disappearance of the number 100,000, it could be kept as a secret shows that the martial arts world has tremendous underlying strength.

However, it’s a story that at the time, it was chaotic enough that it wouldn’t have been strange if it had disappeared.

‘In other words, the underlying strength of those Blood Cult bastards was also comparable to the martial arts world, which is why they could create such chaos.’

They’re really terrible bastards.

‘Anyway, to prevent these 100,000 sacrifices from happening again, in the end, I have to stop the person who has the Blood Rat Flute Technique.’

But here, one question arises.

‘Suwang said they ran away with it, not that they learned it and ran away, right?’

Then, isn’t the Blood Rat Flute Technique something other than a martial art?

‘In the first place, looking at how the “flute” in Blood Rat Flute Technique is the character for flute….’

A thought that comes to mind.

It seems to be correct somehow.

“Suwang. Is the Blood Rat Flute Technique perhaps not a martial arts manual, but a mystical object?”

So, looking at Suwang, Namgung Cheon-gang asks directly.

As if Namgung Cheon-gang’s guess was correct.

Suwang nodded.

“That’s right. It’s a single flute. Inside it contains the intent of the Blood Rat Flute Technique, no, originally the ‘Great Rat Flute Technique.’ If a suitable person possesses it, that intent is engraved in their heart. Thus, they can communicate with and become friends with the Namman Taedaeseo, which is called a spiritual beast among the Namman Daeseo.”

“Huh? If it’s a flute and divine technique that allows one to become friends with spiritual beasts, wouldn’t it be difficult to harm over 100,000 people?”

“The spiritual beast Namman Taedaeseo is known to be able to control over 100,000 rats. Moreover, if there are over 100,000 blood rats, which are demonic creatures, that would be sufficient to become the culprit of the secret that the Beggar’s Sect mentioned.”

“Ah.”

So it was the power of a spiritual beast.

‘That makes sense. In my previous life, boss-level monsters also controlled subordinates.’

If the Namman Taedaeseo’s power is at that level, it’s quite possible.

“Anyway, the person who stole that flute is the traitor of the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace, and to prevent the incident from 30 years ago from repeating, we need to catch that traitor who stole the flute.”

“Correct, Namgung youth.”

“Is it difficult to say who the traitor is, or if there’s anything else you’re hiding?”

“…There’s nothing difficult about it. Since we hid it for this reason in the first place, it would be better to reveal it. The traitor was the vice-king of the palace and is my uncle. Lastly, he is of the bloodline of the traitor who caused the Blood Rat Flute Technique incident 30 years ago.”

Secrets coming out more easily than expected.

It’s said that the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace doesn’t carelessly speak of their secrets.

But like this, when there was fault on their part, it was different.

Warriors knew how to acknowledge their own faults.

“Wait, then don’t tell me, the traitor you’re trying to find now is a descendant of the Blood Rat Demon?”

“The martial arts world called the palace’s traitor at that time by that name.”

“Huh. To think there would be a descendant of the Blood Rat Demon…. No, thinking about it, if it’s related to blood rats and the Blood Cult, it would be right to associate it with the Blood Rat Demon. I can’t believe I missed this….”

Hwanggyeon, who had asked in surprise, blamed himself.

‘Well, that brother isn’t just any member of the Beggar’s Sect.’

He’s none other than Palgulgae, the next successor to the Beggar’s Sect leader.

A place where even the smallest piece of information cannot be overlooked.

Sufficiently worthy of reproach.

‘But it’s not like this era is an automated digital age. It’s an analog era where you have to run around with your body and organize things manually, right?’

Information conflicts came and caused an overload, making it understandable that one couldn’t think properly.

‘While hyung-nim would understand, the Namman hyung-nims are really…’

I don’t understand.

To make a descendant who betrayed their own faction into a king just like that.

If it had been an ordinary betrayal, maybe.

For instance, saying “I hate Namman! I hate the jungle!” or something like that.

But that’s not what happened, right?

He fell for Sima Waidao who turned the Martial Arts World into chaos, and created martial arts secrets.

In times like these, it wouldn’t be strange if three generations were wiped out for something like this.

How much affection must they have to forgive and make that descendant into a king?

‘A leopard can’t change its spots, so he betrayed again, and now he’s trying to create the same secrets again, isn’t he?’

Geez.

They’re just like some country’s judges.

So full of compassion.

As if he knew Namgung Cheon-gang’s inner thoughts.

Or perhaps those feelings showed in his eyes.

“Ahem, ahem. Well… there’s another reason – to confirm the birth of the Divine Insect. If he’s a traitor, he absolutely cannot ignore that spirit insect.”

“Yes, yes. I understand. Anyway, in the end, one way or another, the Nanman Beast Palace was the cause of all this.”

The cause of the foundation’s destruction.

Frankly speaking, it’s the Nanman Beast Palace’s fault.

“Well…”

There was too much clear evidence to deny it.

There were mistakes too.

Suwang finally admitted it.

“…That’s right. It’s related to Namman. However, I can say in the name of I, Suwang, that it wasn’t intentional. And I will find and deal with the traitor quickly, then compensate for all damages incurred by Namgung.”

“Alright. I’ll trust you. But let me confirm just one more thing.”

“Confirm?”

“Yes. It’s nothing major. I just want to confirm whether there are any lackeys of the Blood Cult or Blood Rat Demon among the Namman Warriors present here.”

Suwang’s face contorted.

The faces of the warriors behind him also turned menacing.

Lackeys of a traitor.

It would be better to just curse them as traitors.

There’s no greater humiliation than this for a warrior.

The words ‘How dare you!’ were about to come out, and murderous intent was about to rise.

Namgung Cheon-gang stepped forward first.

“I understand you’re angry, heated, and your pride is hurt, but think about it. Are you in a position to be angry right now?”

“What did you say!?”

“Are you truly trampling on the warriors’ pride!”

“No, warrior’s pride my ass. How much affection do you have that you forgave the person who created martial arts secrets 30 years ago and made his descendant into a king! Look now. A leopard can’t change its spots, so he betrayed again and is trying to create the same secrets again! Whose fault is this!”

The words he had been thinking.

Those words he had kept in his heart.

Namgung Cheon-gang let them burst out without restraint.

But it was a fact too undeniable.

Whose fault was it? It was their own fault.

The warriors felt stung in their hearts.

“You forgave such a great evil and created this mess, yet you get angry when told there might be lackeys!? There’s no greater example of the pot calling the kettle black! You’re just like judges!”

“Isn’t that a compliment, little brother?”

“Judges who look after criminals’ human rights!”

“Aha!”

Hwanggyeon sympathized.

The Namman Warriors became like deflated puppies.

The rapid-fire words and curses were so spot-on that they had nothing to say.

“So stop making excuses and agree to the confirmation process regarding Blood Cult connections, whether it’s Blood Rat Demon or whatever!”

“…Yes.”

The deflated puppies listened well.

But how?

Is there a way to confirm if they’re related to the Blood Cult and the traitor?

‘Would using martial arts work?’

‘Are we going to catch rats and confirm if they’re friends or not?’

Various methods came to mind.

But no definitive method occurred to him.

“Um… may I ask how you plan to confirm this?”

Suwang stepped forward to ask.

Namgung Cheon-gang acted as if it was nothing special.

“What’s so difficult about it? There’s nothing else to it. Either way, the Namman hyung-nims have to catch the traitor anyway, right?”

“Hyung-nim?”

“Then are you younger brothers?”

Shake shake.

“You’re hyung-nims, right?”

Nod nod.

“Then you’re hyung-nims.”

“I see.”

“That’s right.”

“The Namgung young man speaks well.”

The Namman Warriors were completely won over by Namgung Cheon-gang’s smooth talking that slipped by like a snake over a wall.

“Anyway, to return to the main point, the Namman hyung-nims catching the traitor is ultimately solving our Namgung’s problem too. In other words, it’s something we need to work hard on together!”

“He really speaks well.”

“Excellent.”

“He’s like a shaman of the Palace!”

Clap clap clap.

Applause and praise.

Namgung Cheon-gang felt embarrassed.

“Oh my, what’s there to praise about something like this… No, wait, don’t break the flow, please listen! Stop clapping!”

Stop.

“Good. Anyway, it’s good to have many people when solving problems, so therefore, I’ll make shoes, no, foot-wear for all the Namman hyung-nims.”

Huh?

“And please like them, cherish them, and jump around excitedly. Of course, release the energy of your mastered divine arts and use your martial arts too.”

What?

“Then I’ll be able to tell if the hyung-nims are related to the Blood Cult. If not, we’re comrades!”

“…??”

Uh, so.

To summarize.

If they wear the foot-wear he makes, like and cherish it, use martial arts and divine arts, he can tell if they’re connected to the traitor?

“Exactly, hyung-nims. Now then, shall I measure your foot sizes? Since I thought of it, let’s process this quickly!”

“…”

Suwang and the Namman Warriors were at a loss for words.

Namgung Yeong also just opened his mouth in an O shape.

Hwanggyeon lightly tapped her shoulder.

And said with a gentle smile.

“Just let it be.”

This is why experience is important.

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