I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 95

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Episode 95
95 – A Twist of Fate
#1
Every enemy closing in on Namgung Yeon was radiating a blood-crimson Qi outward.
Namgung Yeon drew a long breath as he watched the phenomenon unfold.
Human memory, after all, becomes both cherished remembrance and shackle.
“Raaaaagh—!”
“Kill—! Kiiiiill!”
Those voices, warped from ruined throats, sounded inhuman.
Those rushing at him now were not ordinary warriors.
Powerless. Innocent.
Their only crime was to be born in the Poor District.
Watching them hurl themselves forward in a frenzy of lost reason, Namgung Yeon clenched his teeth.
He harbored no hesitation about cutting them down.
Yet.
‘How can I cut down my own people……?’
‘Subdue them without killing! Do whatever you can!’
His mother’s words echoed in his mind, only deepening his fury.
So Yeon had always taken keen interest in the Namgung Clan’s Poor District, always insisting they must be cared for.
His mother, forever possessed of a Compassionate Heart.
She could not bring herself to cut down the rampaging civilians from the Poor District.
Unable to manage their numbers as they accumulated, she had eventually……
Even had that problem been resolved, the calamities blooming from the Poor District and the West Lake had driven his mother to her death.
‘What in the world lies hidden in that Poor District?’
‘Even should something occur there, the might of Dae Namgung shall not be shaken!’
‘Should not the Lady of the House simply tend to her domestic duties……?’
Rude, cutting words had exchanged between them.
Before long, it had devolved into a debate of pride, and the real work had fallen by the wayside.
Did fate, in its cruelty, always push small lives down predetermined paths?
Small discord became seeds, and his mother had met her end in the Poor District.
Always.
But now…….
‘This time, she realized it first.’
Crunch—!
The bells of the Maryeong Sword rang out in manic crescendos.
Moving the blade as if dancing to their rhythm, his thoughts grew clear.
How would it unfold this time?
She had consumed the Cheondok Pill.
Upon seeing the children wounded, his mother had voluntarily drawn the Hidden Blade.
She had even discovered the ambush first, had even struck with a preemptive attack—so it seemed.
‘Was this the sight you wished to see……?’
Namgung Yeon recalled the face of the woman who had looked upon him with such contempt.
The woman who had always regarded him with that strange expression.
Though she uttered words both insulting and shameful, she had never held them against him, always letting the past recede.
Had it been this very scene she wanted to witness—driving a talentless son to such heights?
He still did not understand.
The day he came to understand her would be the day her head rolled……
‘Is fate beginning to twist?’
He felt it as he swung his blade.
The air that had always flowed so suffocatingly was changing now.
When he came back to himself, there was nothing around him but blood and corpses, and the lingering trace of Demonic Aura.
“Are you all right!?”
“…………”
He saw his comrades approaching.
Namgung Yeon shook the blood from the Maryeong Sword and nodded to them.
In the distance, the Sacheon Dang Clan warriors and his mother came running.
She took in the sight of her son, drenched in blood, and drew a sharp breath.
Corpses sprawled across the ground. Blood dripping steadily from the sword’s edge.
That her son—who had done nothing but lie in a sickbed—now stood before her in such a state felt utterly unreal.
“Are you hurt……?”
“Yes. Don’t worry.”
Namgung Yeon answered in an even tone.
That composure sent an odd ripple through So Yeon.
If the adults of today did their part well, the children of tomorrow would not suffer.
Thinking it through that way only deepened her conviction that she could not forgive the Demons.
“That’s reassuring. Instructor, I think it would be best if we move together from here on.”
“I agree.”
So Yeon spoke to Gwang-min, and he, sensing the situation was far from ordinary, nodded his assent.
This was no routine assignment.
Whatever was unfolding, they were standing at the heart of it.
‘At this point, the Sword Examination might need to be involved…’
They should wait and request support.
“Would it not be wise to request reinforcements first, and then proceed together?”
“No.”
It was Namgung Yeon who cut off Gwang-min’s words.
From his hollow eyes, Gwihwa began to bloom.
If they delayed here, the calamity would already burrow deep into the Underwater Cave and vanish.
Failing that, it would cross into another city and unleash a massacre.
They had to end this here, now.
“We must call for support while simultaneously hunting down the source and eliminating it.”
……
“Any delay will invite only greater disaster.”
The instructor and So Yeon deliberated over Namgung Yeon’s words.
In the heart of the Third Group’s Leader lay a tremor of urgency.
His voice still lacked sufficient weight to withstand being overruled by those with more authority.
Watching her son, So Yeon felt something stir within her.
The Poor District.
And this crisis…
She realized it may have arisen precisely because everyone had hushed it up and deferred action.
“We cannot put this off any longer.”
And with her youngest son’s words,
So Yeon found herself nodding, almost without thought.
#2
Two of the Clan’s martial artists departed to call for reinforcements.
The rest moved forward to assess the situation at Heuksamsanchai.
All tense, they stood before Heuksamsanchai, where demonic aura hung thick in the air.
And then.
“These people…?”
“They appear to be beggars from the district.”
“Their clothes are torn away, and there’s a snapped staff beside them. That confirms it.”
Two men, naked and lifeless.
Beside them lay a broken staff, and their arms and legs were all severed.
Or rather… had been devoured?
“What on earth has happened in this place…”
“Let us go in. I’ll lead the way.”
“Everyone stay alert. What lies ahead… we cannot know what may occur.”
All held their breath and nodded.
Then they entered deeper into Heuksamsanchai.
The interior was even more gruesome.
“They’re all dead.”
Corpses scattered about.
Given that warmth still lingered, they had not been dead long.
And there was one peculiar detail.
“I sense no Qi whatsoever. What does this mean…”
“No Qi at all?”
“Yes. Those who have not long been dead typically retain some Qi, yet here…”
That was it.
All Qi, including Innate Qi, had vanished without a trace.
A calamity, as always, was both common and terrifying.
‘It has already begun.’
Namgung Yeon examined the corpses in silence.
Three first-rate masters.
The rest were small fry.
If he had absorbed an entire bandit den of this scale, he would surely have become a monster by now.
Any ordinary people affected would have transformed into demons.
The strongest seed Namgung Hyeon-geum had planted, the man who had turned Gangseong and Anhui into hell itself.
Sumamagwi – Noh Gyeong-hu
It seemed he had begun his full-scale activities.
Why hadn’t he been dealt with beforehand?
The answer was obvious enough.
The Namgung Yeon of until now could never have won against him.
In truth, it wasn’t so much that Noh Gyeong-hu was strong—it was the ones protecting him that proved troublesome.
Those who sowed the seeds, the ones who had served Namgung Hyeon-geum.
They would have been tasked with special duties, guarding Noh Gyeong-hu all this time.
Now, though—honestly, I don’t know.
He was not called a Calamity for nothing.
Still.
He was determined to claim every last thing in his treasury if it meant victory.
There would be only one chance.
Give the enemy time to fortify, and he would become an opponent beyond all reckoning.
The realm of martial artists was vast.
And those who could become his sacrifices were more than plentiful.
‘The trail leads that way. He’s moved into the cave beneath the lake.’
The Sacheon Dang Clan warriors seemed to have noticed as well, following the traces.
Just as they were about to finish off the fleeing enemy—
flames shot up from the direction of the Poor District.
“There, there—there’s fire!?”
…….
Everyone stood frozen, staring at the sight.
What on earth was happening?
A simple accident?
Or had someone deliberately set the Poor District ablaze?
In truth, crime in the Poor District occurred with great frequency.
This might well be another mundane incident.
That place was, after all, little more than Haebi’s garbage heap.
Yet So Yeon found herself hesitating.
‘Wretched people dwell there. The Poor District too—it is a place that should receive the Namgung Clan’s care.’
She turned her gaze back and forth between the devastated Heuksamsanchai and the burning district.
The monster would be somewhere nearby.
It was right to pursue him at once.
She stood as if caught at a crossroads, her mind in turmoil.
“Mother.”
“What is it……?”
Namgung Yeon took her hand.
His palm had grown firm, calluses already forming from his training—a texture she had not known before.
Her son met her eyes directly and opened his mouth.
“I will pursue the monster.”
…….
“When Hwayeon faced danger, I made a vow.”
Namgung Hwayeon—his younger sister, her precious jewel.
If this child had not existed…….
She shut her eyes tight.
And still his voice reached her ears.
“I realized that losing family means far more unravels than one might think.”
“Yeon…….”
“Though we have been distant with each other, I felt it so keenly—what must your heart feel?”
So Yeon let memory wash over her.
Herself, casting aside her body for a complete stranger to save the Poor District.
And her son, who had lost his life to a stroke of misfortune…….
‘Nothing but sorrow now—yet this time, there is no choice.’
First, one must care for those closest at hand.
Yet.
She realized the Poor District could no longer be left to languish in some forgotten corner of her mind.
“Very well. I shall stand with you in this.”
“A wise decision, madam. You need not worry about the Poor District.”
Namgung Yeon spoke thus and stepped away for a moment.
When he returned, he carried with him a treasure box—though where he’d procured it, none could say.
“Uncles, I need your help with something.”
“……Us?”
“Yes. I’ve found something of value. With this, even a small contingent should be enough to save the Poor District.”
Click.
The moment Namgung Yeon opened the box, a radiant gleam spilled forth.
“What is this……?”
“At this scale, we hardly need many people at all, would you say?”
A method to relieve the Poor District?
Simplicity itself.
Money solved everything.

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