I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2
Chapter 2 – The One Nobody Notices
#1
The Namgung Clan was truly a peculiar place.
To them, respect was applied solely to the strong.
Why did they do this?
For the very prestige of the clan itself.
An unqualified member venturing into the Martial World and tarnishing the Namgung Clan’s standing.
That was considered far more shameful than suffering humiliation within the clan.
And so it had transformed into a place where only the strong commanded respect.
‘I’ll come to understand soon enough that this isn’t the answer. But for now, it suits me just fine.’
Namgung Yeon opened his eyes and reflected.
On the path ahead, there should be no stumbling blocks in his way.
For that, he needed precisely this clan ethos—one that looked up to strength without question or hesitation.
“Exhale……”
A deep breath released, and the acrid stench of expelled impurities poured out.
The Heavenly Talent Spirit Pill.
Its efficacy was undeniably superior.
‘It takes three to five years for it to be fully absorbed.’
Time was needed for talent to blossom.
This was called being a Late Bloomer.
A great vessel requires time proportional to its size to be perfected.
One of the unchanging truths across countless repeated lives.
But now Namgung Yeon could reduce errors in the process of molding that vessel.
Because of this, he could ascend faster than others, to greater heights.
He tested his body’s movement.
‘At this rate……’
He could envision how far he might move.
How far he could deploy his Martial Arts.
He retrieved something else from his Boundless Pocket.
It was an elixir that would awaken five different properties.
The Five-Color Drink Pill.
The Namgung Clan’s secret Martial Arts and a divine technique of supreme perfection.
Moreover, it was an essential gateway to reach the highest realm.
Specifically, awakening the dormant organs within.
A tedious but necessary phase to endure.
He intended to follow the predetermined path like a machine.
The optimized route discovered through countless failures.
Its beginning was rather monotonous.
“Is anyone there?”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“See that no one enters for a while.”
“……Yes.”
Brief words, but their meaning was clear.
In a few days, hundreds of the Namgung would gather.
And those bound by blood, though bearing names other than Namgung, would also come.
To claim a position or seize an important post within the clan.
Some would even challenge for the Sub-Clan Master’s seat, to rule this vast kingdom.
Namgung Yeon quietly closed his eyes.
<Please, save us……>
<You’re of the Namgung! You strutted about so proudly, so why can’t you do anything! Why!>
<Our Martial World…… we believed in only you……>
The resentment of countless people echoed in his mind.
Vividly, he pictured the same person dying in countless different ways.
Though he thought he had killed all emotion, why did it surface again now, at the end?
Namgung Yeon swallowed the Five-Color Drink Pill and folded his legs back into meditation.
Writhe.
The internal organs, long dormant and barely moving, began to stir once more.
‘This time, it will not go as you wish.’
For this growing strength was not his alone.
Invaders, prepare yourselves.
Namgung Yeon steadied his resolve and breathed slowly.
Deep, and very deliberately.
#2
When his eyes opened, the night was dark around him.
It seemed no one had come after all—the surroundings lay utterly silent.
Namgung Yeon rose from where he sat.
This body of mine has always suffered from a Severed Meridian.
A Severed Meridian meant the body’s meridians were not flowing smoothly together.
In other words, the circulation of inner energy was not freely governed.
‘That was resolved with the Heavenly Talent Spirit Pill.’
But now?
He possessed body meridians stronger than anyone else’s.
All of it had happened in half a day.
With each breath, the natural essence suspended in the air began to flow inward.
And more than that.
His faint Innate True Qi began to swell and rise.
A true Bone Replacement and Rebirth, though an extraordinarily gradual one.
The transformation had already begun, and it would progress far more swiftly than in the previous cycle when he had used nothing.
“Mm…. I shall need a proper place to cultivate now.”
Perhaps he should request it from his mother and father.
Namgung Yeon stepped slowly out of his quarters.
Click.
The door opened, yet remarkably, no one reacted.
The servant waiting outside the door merely bowed her head, offering no response whatsoever.
Again, the Namgung Clan is a small kingdom ruled by the logic of power.
In this place, Namgung Yeon himself is the weakest.
‘It was always like this.’
Awkward at the start of each cycle, yet somehow reassuring as well.
The way their gazes shifted toward him gave him purpose for living day by day.
Had he not pursued even that, he might have gone mad long ago.
‘Can I save them this time?’
This time, I must save them.
He had endured thirty cycles in the wake of that first return.
All had ended in failure.
“I should pay my respects to the Clan Master.”
“I shall guide you.”
The attending servant seemed momentarily startled, but asked no questions.
Namgung Yeon was not yet a figure of respect, but neither could he be disregarded.
As long as his father held the position of Clan Master, proper courtesy was owed.
The servant’s footsteps made no sound.
To any observer, she was merely a woman in service, yet here in the Namgung Clan, she possessed excellent martial skill.
Then something remarkable occurred.
‘Is he still following?’
The servant suddenly felt something amiss.
She could not hear the footsteps of young master Namgung Yeon, who always trailed behind.
Without thinking, she stopped walking and turned to look back.
……
“What is it?”
“No, nothing. I shall continue leading.”
As she turned her head, she fell silent in an instant.
Young master Namgung Yeon was unmistakably standing behind her.
He was following at a distance—one more step and it would be close enough to inflict a fatal wound from behind.
Gooseflesh rose along her skin.
Had he been an enemy, she would have died with her heart pierced from behind.
The gap between them was that dangerous.
Naturally, her pace quickened.
“Walk slowly.”
……Yes.”
Even his quiet command was enough to make her falter.
In the end, she had no choice but to make her way to the patriarch’s hall, her body trembling with tension.
Changryong Hall.
The residence of the Namgung Clan’s supreme authority, a lofty chamber whose members were said to be only the greatest martial masters.
The weakest and most overlooked member of the Namgung Clan had come to this place.
Namgung Yeon, whose frail body could scarcely rise from bed.
He had come to spend the vast resources of this kingdom.
#3
“Patriarch, young master Namgung Yeon has arrived.”
“Yeon?”
“Yes. He waits outside, sir. What shall we do?”
“Have him enter.”
Namgung Mu, the patriarch, was taken aback.
A simple, genuine curiosity.
Why would that fragile child…?
From the moment they learned he suffered from a Severed Meridian, he had never once stepped foot outside the rear quarters.
A boy so withdrawn that even the elders and his own brothers had forgotten his face.
Only his mother, Dang So-yeon, had ever shown him any regard.
As Namgung Mu pondered this, a voice came from beyond the door.
“Patriarch, it is Yeon.”
“Enter.”
How long had it been since he’d heard his son’s voice?
Namgung Mu felt a strange emotion stir within him.
A father’s affection.
And the authority of a clan patriarch.
These two feelings began to war with each other.
He would know how to greet the boy once he saw the light in his eyes.
The door opened, and a small child entered.
A thin, diminutive boy.
Yet when Namgung Mu saw his son’s gaze, he spoke with measured restraint.
“Well then. What brings you here?”
It was something that escaped even his own awareness.
The reason was this:
The boy’s eyes were so calm and resolute that they seemed to belong to a martial master at the peak of achievement.
Namgung Yeon gazed upon his father’s face.
‘He is young.’

Throughout the shifting epochs of history, his end was always the same.
His final words were always identical.
A man devoted only to the Namgung Clan and all of the Martial World.
That was Namgung Mu, the current patriarch of the Namgung Clan.
Namgung Yeon spoke, gazing upon him.
Now he needed to spend the resources he had been unable to use until now.
“I require a private training ground, Patriarch.”
“…What?”
A training ground?
A private one at that?
“A training ground outside the clan, not within its walls.”
“You appear out of nowhere and speak only in riddles and nonsense.”
“The Sub-Clan Master Competition begins soon, does it not?”
Namgung Yeon was aware of all the schedules.
Thus he could speak matter-of-factly of the approaching Sub-Clan Master Competition.
Namgung Mu’s brow twitched slightly.
Indeed, even a boy who had remained bedridden for all those years had apparently grasped the basic movements of the household.
“So you have not entirely shut your ears to clan affairs. Then—what is your reasoning?”
Why did he seek a training ground outside the clan?
Should his explanation prove unsatisfactory, Namgung Mu was prepared to send him directly back to his chambers.
Namgung Yeon’s reason was simple.
“To avoid the elders’ eyes, I wish to begin serious martial arts training.”
“……”
Namgung Mu, genuinely astonished, fell silent.
A child suffering from Severed Meridian attempting Martial Arts training?
It was impossible.
He spoke in a voice that seemed deliberately angry.
“Do you even understand how absurd what you’re saying is? If you’re going to talk nonsense, go back to your quarters at once. Your father is a busy man.”
Go on now.
Namgung Mu’s words were cold and heavy.
An ordinary child would have shriveled under such an atmosphere.
But Namgung Yeon opened his mouth with perfect composure.
He didn’t so much as blink at the presence of Namgung Mu, he who was called the Martial God.
Namgung Mu was even more taken aback.
“My Severed Meridian has healed. However, I hope this remains known only to you, Father. At least until the Sub-Clan Master Competition begins.”
“Truly?”
“Yes.”
Could a condition like Severed Meridian really be cured so easily?
Namgung Mu reached out and grasped his son’s wrist.
He channeled his inner energy into the boy to verify his condition.
In a great clan such as this, a person was simply wealth and power.
A single powerful martial master was necessary if the name Namgung was to resound across the realm.
If what his son said was true….
‘It’s the truth. All the meridians are connected. And so robust, no less.’
Could it be that the reason he’d been bedridden all this time was….
He posed the question with his eyes.
Namgung Yeon neither denied nor confirmed it.
Let him judge as he saw fit.
“I need access to the Training Ground.”
……
He’d proven himself. Time to loosen the purse strings.
Give me some spending money, won’t you?

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