I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 58

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Episode 58
Episode 58 – Resentment Becomes Calamity
#1
The streets had become twisted and strange.
The Young Master Coming-of-Age Ceremony of the Namgung Family was taking place in Hapbi.
It was undoubtedly one of the greatest festivals of the Anhui region.
And so the streets had grown even more crowded, with everyone reveling in the festive atmosphere.
But what was it like now?
Suspicious figures began prowling through every corner.
They drew their blades against women, children, and innocent passersby.
“Aaaahhh!”
“Th-th-they’re drawing swords in broad daylight!?”
“Run! If you’re caught, you’ll be cut down!”
They picked fights for no reason.
They harassed women pointlessly.
They wielded violence against children with utter indifference.
These creatures poured into the streets of Hapbi.
Once, this had been a peaceful street.
The people had lived in ease and comfort within the great walls of the Namgung Family.
Yet now, the street bore the stench of a battlefield.
“Wh-where are the Namgung Family warriors? Shouldn’t we at least call the militia!?”
“They’ll be here soon! Who do you think they are!”
The demons heard someone’s desperately clutched words of hope and turned their heads with a slick motion.
They laughed, sharp as a knife cutting through hope itself, and spoke.
“Which will be faster—my blade tearing you to pieces, or those exalted Namgung masters deigning to save maggots like you?”
“I think tearing you to pieces will be faster.”
“…Huh?”
*Slice.*
The moment the demon turned to look back, his vision twisted.
In the spinning haze, he saw his own headless body.
His eyes widened in shock, and his corpse crumpled lifelessly to the ground.
*Ting.*
An eerie bell chimed as a warrior materialized.
A young master and a powerful warrior had burst onto the scene to save the fleeing crowd.
Among them, one with an air both youthful and mysterious spoke.
“Are you unharmed?”
“Yes! Young Master! I’m fine. I… I’m truly grateful…”
“Flee to safety. The demons have launched an assault on this place.”
“…Understood.”
The man scrambled to his feet and disappeared into the crowd.
Corpses lay scattered everywhere, bleeding profusely.
Some had already grown cold in death…
“This… this carnage…!”
“Instructor.”
“…Yes.”
“Do what you must do.”
Namgung Yeon spoke these words and moved forward.
The Blue Eye Opening bloomed in his pupils.
A special sight that revealed what could not be seen—now open.
Everywhere, tendrils of filthy, revolting, stubborn energy writhed like lingering insects—the very sight repulsive.
*Grip.*
His hand tightened around the Demonic Spirit Sword.
A sight all too familiar, yet one he never wished to see again, threatened to unfold before his eyes at any moment.
Innocent people dying, comrades falling, the laughter and cheers of demons echoing—he could almost see it happening.
“…”
His mind was about to turn entirely toward slaughtering the demons when—
“Young Master—! We’ve arrived!”
“You were here! We’ve been searching for you!”
A sound pulled him from the brink of that terrible vision.
And at the same moment, a familiar presence drew near to his side.
“My lord, Man Ho. I hurried straight here as soon as I heard.”
Those stained with blood.
Man Ho and Ho Ho, along with the children of Squad Three, had arrived seeking him out.
They too had fought fiercely, their bodies scattered with small wounds and blood.
Yet their eyes held the brightness of those returning victorious from battle.
“Is everyone all right?”
“Of course. Look who trained us.”
“It was easier than expected.”
Yi Hyeon and Namgung Jinjin spoke as they took their places at his sides.
Ho Ho pressed on without hesitation.
“Nothing to it!”
“I’m sorry, but I’ve already put five of them down, so I can’t accept any more challenges.”
“This isn’t the time to worry about that. First, let’s deal with this crisis.”
Namgung Yeon nodded.
He reminded himself once more that he was not alone.
His eyes, which had been steeped in murderous intent, settled back into composure.
He opened the Secret Pouch once more and distributed its contents among the Group Members.
“Take these.”
Various Spirit Elixirs to restore their strength.
The Group Members accepted them as if accustomed to such things, swallowing without hesitation.
“……Ahhh.”
“What kind of elixir is this?”
“Something good for the body. It lasts two or three hours, so we need to move quickly.”
That’s right.
He was not alone now.
And with what lay in the Secret Pouch, he could break through this situation.
“……Let’s go.”
Squad Three moved toward the streets of Hapbi.
To eliminate the Demons.
#2
What does one return as, who departs carrying resentment?
By Namgung Yeon’s experience, such a person always returned as a calamity beyond bearing.
Therefore, he had always striven not to create enemies.
Yet if prevention proved impossible, he would always sever their necks to eliminate future trouble.
In this world of martial arts, resentment left behind was tantamount to a bloodvengeance waiting to return someday.
It was no accident that Kill and Silence thrived, nor that entire bloodlines were exterminated.
“Namgung Hyeon-geum……”
One who bore the Namgung name yet departed from the Main Estate.
He had left nursing resentment, and returned as a plague.
At his tenth death, he had learned the identity of the Seed Sower.
At his twentieth, he had finally faced him.
Slice—!
His hand cutting down the Demons grew rougher still.
Each time he recalled those memories, his teeth ached.
‘Even after all this time, death never becomes familiar. And such a shameful memory at that……’
The first worthy adversary in this Infinite Cycle of existence.
An enemy against whom he had been forced to pour out everything.
By his twenty-eighth death, he had finally discovered the truth.
That the Demons he had planted were not ordinary Demons.
They were creatures closer to Jiangshi or beasts than to men.
Though he called them Demons for lack of a better term, they were a far baser form of life.
Vagrants.
Brigands.
Drifters and criminals……
Many figures from the old Heukpung Faction were mixed in among them as well.
A method of using such people as expendable tools while hiding the true elite Demons in positions of power within each sect.
A method of controlling people, manipulating their minds, and toppling great families……
‘If I do not sever this now, he will certainly become an even greater catastrophe.’
From his twenty-ninth life onward, Namgung Yeon devised a way to resolve this crisis completely.
After that came many trials, but inevitable sacrifices were unavoidable.
It might be possible—if he moved fast enough.
Now was the time to deploy what he’d refined and prepared countless times over.
‘Time is life. I know that.’
There had been years when he searched for solutions, watching indifferently as ruin crept closer.
His comrades’ rebukes.
His father’s reproach.
Even through his mother’s disappointment, he’d pressed on silently with his work.
Money and time.
And from accumulated experience, he’d forged an answer.
It lay there, waiting at the Training Grounds.
The core to preventing catastrophe from spreading was time itself.
“Phew… I think we’ve got this area under control?”
“Yeah. So what now?”
“I wonder if the others are all right…?”
Hapbi was vast.
Demons weren’t confined to this place—they’d overrun other districts too.
What had become of them?
And how were the forces of the Namgung Family mobilizing?
‘Father must have handled it well enough, but…’
Still, worry gnawed at him.
And the most crucial matter.
“I’m moving separately.”
“Separately…?”
“You save the people and tell the Red Dragon Squad and White Dragon Squad to follow the Tracking Scent on my clothes.”
“You’re going alone, sir?”
This time Man Ho asked from beside him.
Namgung Yeon regarded him briefly, then smiled faintly.
“I’d appreciate some escort.”
“Leave it to me. I won’t disappoint you.”
“Then I’ll accompany you as well.”
The Instructor who’d been with Namgung Yeon stepped forward.
He too grasped the gravity of the situation.
Now was the time to move swiftly.
And besides—the Fourth Young Master’s words and bearing made it clear.
‘He moves with conviction. I should follow. He must know the fundamental solution to this crisis.’
A wise man, he was.
Namgung Yeon remembered his face.
Then, nodding, he spoke to the remaining group member.
“Jinjin.”
“I’m listening.”
“Go to the Main Estate at once and report to the Grand Elder. Tell him it’s time to settle what lies in the past.”
“…Is that all I should say?”
“He’ll know what to do.”
Namgung Jinjin turned at the command.
When given an order, one moved immediately.
Namgung Yeon leaped forward, leaving one final message.
“Don’t die.”
This, at least, came from his heart.
In the countless deaths surrounding them, what he’d lost was far more than his own life.
The lives Namgung Yeon had lost over the years were beyond counting.
At that final wish from the one who remained, his comrades nodded with resolute expressions.
Namgung Yeon felt even that sight crumbling away, so he had to turn his head.
#3
“Where are we headed, Young Master?”
“To plug the broken dam.”
A broken dam.
This referred to the demons pouring into the streets of Hapbi.
Where had the fracture begun?
From what source were all these demons gushing forth?
‘Perhaps…’
That was where they’d targeted Hwa Yeon.
The source of it all—where the foul aura of the Demons spread like mist—came into view.
A thick, suffocating miasma rising from the mountainside.
At the sight of that unmistakable presence, Namgung Yeon turned his steps toward it without hesitation.
“We have no time for skirmishes. We break through—no other option.”
“Yes.”
“Pace yourselves. Don’t exhaust your strength.”
“Understood.”
Only three of them, yet their momentum was formidable.
They had sealed off the Slums and rooted out the spies embedded in Squad Three.
Unlike the years before, the Namgung Family’s response capability was now sufficient.
This time, they would not fail.
“Grrrrroarrr!”
“Namgung Family warriors!”
“Kill them, kill them! Run them down!”
Eyes bloodshot with crimson hunger spilled forth from all sides.
Namgung Yeon ignored them, running toward the mountain—deeper still.
Into its very depths.
Toward the enemy’s fatal weakness, its most fortified heart.
‘If my calculations are right, we’ll make it in time.’
Now it would come down to endurance.
Or perhaps, a race against the clock.
Namgung Yeon glanced back at the other two.
He would not lose them.
Not this time. Never again would he let anyone dear to him slip away.
An obsession bordering on madness burned in his eyes.
Before they could devour what was precious to me, I will tear out their throats.
If it means becoming a demon to do it, I will walk the Path of Asura without hesitation.
‘And this time, finally…….’
I will set right what time has twisted.

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