Murim Login - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10
After walking for about ten minutes, I arrived at a cliff that blocked the rear of the Taewon Jin Family. A massive cavern yawned open before me, and standing in front of it was a single figure.
“Hmm. You came?”
A bear-like frame and stern tone. It was Jin Wi-kyung. I bowed awkwardly.
“Greetings, Elder Brother.”
Jin Wi-kyung is an awkward presence. Not only did I suddenly gain an NPC family, but he takes an enormous interest in me.
Look at him—he’s trying so hard not to show it in front of others. But if you look closely, his eyes are glistening with moisture.
‘Is this sensitivity real?’
By appearance alone, he looks like a triad boss who’d bow to someone else, yet all these game characters seem to be full of surprises.
“I can no longer overlook your conduct. By my authority as both the family elder and acting patriarch, I have ordered your confinement. Do you have anything to say?”
‘Of course I do.’
But this is all a rigged game. On the way to the Training Pavilion, I heard from Wi Paeng about the situation. There’s a power struggle among the elite within the Taewon Jin Family, and Jin Wi-kyung is serving as my shield.
This forced confinement is just a show.
‘After all, didn’t you say the young master needs a training space? Please bear with it for just four days.’
I recalled Wi Paeng’s final words and bowed my head as if in remorse.
“I will accept my punishment willingly.”
The advantage of this play is that the dialogue is brief. Jin Wi-kyung delivered his final line with sorrowful eyes.
“Lock the criminal in the Training Pavilion. The date of release will be announced later.”
Before his words even finished, two warriors guarding the entrance approached and seized both my arms. The play was over—time for my exit.
I stood at the entrance of the Training Pavilion.
– I’ve had everything you need brought here. Youngest, don’t overexert yourself.
With Jin Wi-kyung’s telepathic message, I took my first step inside.
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The Training Pavilion was, in a word, a cave. An artificial cavern carved from the cliff face. It was tall, spacious, and damp.
Squelch, squelch.
I’d been walking with the warrior from the Training Pavilion for some time—long enough that I couldn’t tell if my leather shoes were shoes or wet rags—when a massive iron gate appeared.
‘Wow…’
My mouth fell open at the sight. That thing, filling the passage without a gap, looked less like a door and more like a wall forbidding all entry.
The warrior guiding me raised a torch and shouted.
“Open the gate!”
Grrrriiiiing—
The massive iron gate slowly yawned open. It wasn’t some magical incantation like “open sesame,” just an NPC who had been waiting popped out and pulled on a protruding mechanism, but it was an overwhelming sight.
And the moment the interior came into view.
“Wow.”
This time, I couldn’t suppress the exclamation that escaped me.
When I first entered the Training Pavilion, I’d imagined a damp underground cavern…
“What is all this?”
A spacious bed with a fur blanket that looked delightful just to see. Instead of the damp, uneven stone floor, a clean gray surface stretched out.
‘Cement, obviously not… limestone perhaps?’
Except for the chill that permeated the air—or rather, even accounting for it—the environment was far better than I’d imagined.
‘Is this supposed to be punishment?’
I glanced around in bewilderment when a soft cough echoed from behind me. Turning, I saw the Training Pavilion warrior who had guided me here.
“I’ve prepared everything you’ll need. I’ll take my leave now.”
Grrk. I watched the iron door close slowly, when suddenly I recalled the voice transmission I’d heard at the Training Pavilion entrance.
‘I’ve left everything you need. Youngest, don’t overexert yourself.’
Ah, that was the heart of an NPC thinking of his Younger Sister.
This pathetic player wept openly.
* * *
It happens constantly in reality too. High-ranking officials who commit corruption wheel themselves through prosecutors’ offices, and check into hospital private rooms to evade investigations.
Though slightly different, that’s precisely my situation now. I gazed at the Training Pavilion’s private chamber with a moved expression.
“So this is the life of the golden spoon.”
It’s not just the graphics and artificial intelligence that are realistic. No matter how hard you struggle, the social message is clear: the golden spoon reigns supreme.
Good heavens, what would I have done without this character? My father is the family head, my Elder Brother is the deputy head, and my second brother is a martial genius. I can afford to laze about without a care in the world.
‘Jin Tae-kyung, you bastard….’
Turns out I’m not some great sage who achieved enlightenment at a young age, but rather a shrewd observer of how the world truly works.
I trembled at the realism of this golden-spoon system and wandered through the Training Pavilion, which spanned nearly a hundred pyeong. I managed to locate the ‘essentials’ the warrior had mentioned.
‘First, food.’
The provisions were stored in two large jars. Peering inside, I found rice balls emanating a potent medicinal aroma.
Item Window
[Superior Grain-Substituting Pellet]
Type
: Pellet
Grade
: First-class
Restriction
: None
Description
: A grain-substituting pellet made by recklessly packing all manner of precious medicinal ingredients together. Upon consumption, restores vital energy. Extended use yields additional benefits.
“Ah, so these are the legendary grain-substituting pellets?”
I’d seen them often in martial arts novels. Light, compact, easy to carry, and nutritionally complete. The second jar was equally brimming with pellets.
‘I should store these in my inventory.’
I grasped both jars with both hands and muttered.
“Item acquisition.”
Had anyone witnessed this, they would have been astounded. The two jars sitting plainly before me vanished as though they’d evaporated.
I gazed contentedly at the jars now stored in my inventory.
‘That solves the food problem.’
The second essential I discovered next was water. Since the Training Pavilion’s interior was essentially a cave, one corner held a cold underground spring that resolved my drinking water needs.
And finally, the third.
“Hmm.”
A weapon rack displaying several arms in neat rows. Naturally, the first thing I seized was a sturdy wooden spear.
‘Appraise item.’
Ding.
Item Window
[Training Wooden Spear]
Type
: Polearm
Grade
: Third-rate
Restriction
: None
Description
: Crafted for beginners.
“Excellent.”
A training wooden spear designed for novices. This is exactly what I need right now. If I had just one more thing, it would be perfect.
“Open inventory.”
I smirked and pulled out the secret manual inscribed with [Jin Family Spear Technique] from my inventory.
Ding.
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[Jin Family Spear Technique]
Do you wish to learn this? (3 / 10)
“Of course, yes.”
I have to admit, this system is wonderful. Sometimes I even find it endearing.
* * *
I discovered yesterday while learning the Jin Family Footwork that the system notification wasn’t just one ding sound.
And how utterly grating that other sound could be.
Buzz.
– Motion failed.
– Remaining successful attempts (2 / 100)
A failure message. The system window that invariably appears whenever I mess up. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen this.
I stared at the [Training Wooden Spear] in my grip.
‘I miscalculated.’
Perhaps because it’s wooden, it’s too light. Whether I thrust or swing, it moves too quickly. That’s the problem.
‘It’s so light that controlling it is nearly impossible.’
The fine adjustments are difficult, so I keep fumbling. This infuriatingly meticulous system won’t overlook such trivial mistakes.
Buzz.
– Motion failed.
– Remaining successful attempts (5 / 100)
“Damn it.”
I finally hurled the [Training Wooden Spear] aside and retrieved the [Sharp Spear] from my inventory. Its length and shaft thickness matched the spear I used in reality.
So why didn’t I pull it out from the start?
“Damn, this thing is heavy. Seriously.”
Since it’s forged from solid steel, the weight is no joke. The perceived heaviness alone borders on a monstrous fifty kilograms.
If I swing this for hours on end, my stamina won’t hold out.
My current level is second-rate, and even with the system’s power backing me, swinging something weighing over half a sack of rice like a toy is beyond my reach.
‘It’s not like some tiger’s strength is surging through me.’
It was at that moment the thought struck me.
“…Wait?”
What did I just say? Tiger’s strength?
“I have it.”
This is a game. There’s a system, there are stats, and there’s inner force—ten years of cultivation I can draw out through the Taewon Jin Family Heart Method!
It’s embarrassing that I’d forgotten such a thing, even momentarily.
“I should have tried using that earlier.”
As they say, only those who’ve tasted meat know its flavor. An F-rank Hunter isn’t F-rank for nothing—with barely a shred of mana, I’ve had to rely on my bare body, so naturally I’m treated as worthless among Hunters.
‘Still, I’ve solved one problem.’
I laughed absurdly and grasped the spear. Then, slowly and carefully, I drew up my inner force.
In my mind, the incantations of the Taewon Jin Family Heart Method, etched by the system, rewound rapidly, guiding my cultivation along its prescribed path.
A tingle.
The response was immediate.
The ten years of inner force coiled in my dantian spread throughout my entire body. That vital energy, perceptible because this is a game and because I’m a martial artist, flowed out to my limbs and meridians.
‘This is….’
Power surged through every fiber of my being. The dramatically enhanced physical capabilities and senses granted me, who had lived as an F-rank Hunter, a moment of intoxicating bliss once more.
‘To think it could change this much.’
I gripped the spear and unleashed the Taewon Jin Family Spear Technique. The fifty-kilogram iron spear, no longer feeling heavy, thrust and slashed through the air along the path I willed.
Soon after.
Ding.
– Remaining Successful Attempts (6 / 100)
The notification I’d been waiting for began to sound.
* * *
Jin Wi-kyung opened his mouth with a worried expression.
“He’s doing well, isn’t he?”
“He’s doing well, if he has any shame. If you ask me.”
“His body still isn’t fully recovered… Will he be alright?”
“If someone didn’t know better, they’d think the Third Young Master was on his deathbed. At this rate, even spittle would help him recover.”
“No. You don’t know how frail the youngest was from childhood.”
Wi Paeng answered with an exasperated expression.
“Just the medicinal tonics and nourishing supplements that went into the Third Young Master’s mouth could fill an entire room. And have you already forgotten? Last year’s hundred-year snow ginseng theft incident!”
“Well….”
“When the Medicine King Master was furious enough to threaten to cut open the Third Young Master’s belly to see what was inside, I’ll be honest—even as I tried to stop him, I thought it would be justified.”
Jin Wi-kyung averted his gaze slightly. In the end, it was settled by depleting Jin Wi-kyung’s personal treasury as compensation, but the Medicine King Master’s rage at the time had been formidable.
“Having consumed such precious tonics, I’d wager he won’t suffer from minor ailments for the rest of his life.”
“Still, it’s not enough. Can’t you see it plainly? Every time I look at the youngest, my heart aches. The boy is nothing but skin stretched over bones. He’s frail every morning, without a shred of strength.”
“Without strength, you say?”
Wi Paeng suddenly recalled a rumor he’d heard in the past. Among the courtesans of Taewon Red Light District, there was talk that Jin Tae-kyung was called by the nickname “Night King.”
‘Just how capable is he, then?’
It seemed the medicine had worked quite well. Wi Paeng unconsciously raised his forearm, imagining the size.
“What are you doing?”
“Ah, nothing at all.”
Jin Wi-kyung sighed as he gazed at the mountain of documents piled before him.
“The youngest troubles me, and there are countless concerns both within and outside the family. Especially… the contact from ‘them’ leaves a bad taste.”
“You mean the Hengshan Sword Sect, sir.”
The Hengshan Sword Sect. The weight that name carried was far from light.
Decades ago, since an undefeated wanderer hung their banner, they had grown at a terrifying pace, and by now they had become a threat to the standing of the Taewon Jin Family.
“What could their intention be?”
“I have subordinates investigating their movements.”
Jin Wi-kyung fingered the letter that had arrived from the Hengshan Sword Sect.
Why? What purpose drove their arrival? Following the chain of questions to its end, he reached a single conclusion.
“Inform all branches throughout Shanxi Province. Regardless of the Hengshan Sword Sect’s intentions, prepare for all contingencies.”
This was Murim.
Only the prepared would survive to greet tomorrow.

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