Murim Login - Chapter 228

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Chapter 228
Time flowed swiftly.
One sensational story after another cascaded endlessly, with new revelations and suspicions emerging from every corner.
When a week had passed in what felt like the blink of an eye, a single article seized the portal sites.
[Gojoseon TV] Secret Christie’s Auction Held. Victor: Prince Cheon Soo-r of Qatar. Final Winning Bid: Approximately 500 Billion Won!
A single photograph attached to the brief article—yet its impact was staggering.
Behind the Middle Eastern prince beaming with a turban wrapped around his head loomed an enormous creature’s corpse.
(Top Comment)
Isn’t that the Named Monster that Siberrior caught this time?
└ Yeah;;; I’ve seen it so much I can recognize it just by the hide pattern now. But there’s a madman out there buying it for 500 billion won.
└ I’m humbled by the Middle Eastern prince’s class, and impressed by Siberrior’s dignity in earning 500 billion in one go.
└ Son, what are you impressed by? You’re not seeing something strange, are you? Mom believes in our son. Love you~
There were considerable reactions of envy and admiration, but there were also those who viewed it with displeasure.
(Top Comment)
But Jin Tae-kyung stirred up all kinds of commotion and never gave a single interview, yet he’s selling monsters through the back door. Is it just me that finds this uncomfortable?
└ Personally, I really didn’t like it. Killing Won Myung-hun on a whim was excessive in a way, but the prosecution just did a witness inquiry and let it slide; it feels like they’re going easy on him because he’s famous.
└ 2222. Upvoting.
There’s a saying: if your cousin buys land, your stomach aches.
Friends and blood relatives were that way—celebrities encountered only through media were even more so.
Not long after the article was posted, a fierce debate erupted among netizens.
(Top Comment)
Are you guys who commented above three idiots?
└ I’m shocked that such a comment got over 1000 upvotes lol Why are there so many people who can’t stand seeing others succeed.
└ Exactly. Commotion my ass; it was the Dodong Sect, did your brain get drilled through. How many people have survived because of Siberrior so far;
└ Jin Tae-kyung . You damn bastard~ have you seen your true colors,, as a public figure ,, only filling your own pockets you nasty bastard,,~~! Remember that the whole nation is watching you@~!
└ Lol self-interest in the comment above Your parents have it accumulated in their bodies, what comes out of my mouth is curses.
└ What public figure nonsense; until a month ago this guy was wearing sweatpants boiling ramen in his room corner. And that tone is disgusting.
└ You damn brats~ your tongues,, are sharp~~~!!!
└ Dentures confiscated for one month.
└ Hearing aids confiscated for two months.
└ Senior center access banned for three months.
Despite dentures and hearing aids being confiscated and senior center access being banned in various places, the fight did not stop.
Despite fierce opposition, those criticizing Jin Tae-kyung steadfastly continued to voice their arguments.
“These punk kids with their knives on their fingers, haha… These uneducated thugs~~!! Ignoring them is the answer!@!~~”
└ Cane confiscated.
I don’t use a cane,, you bastard~~
└ Wheelchair confiscated.
You nameless punks,, where the hell are you spouting such nonsense,,,!!!!!
└ Park Hyung-seok. Name’s out now, right?
Hyung-seok, go to mom and nurse some more and study harder~~`!!
└ Eat more, Nina.
└ So you’re a bastard offspring of a whore.
A literal bloodbath of a conflict.
The internet article reached one million views in just a single day and accumulated tens of thousands of comments, creating quite a spectacle.
As they continued hurling sharp comments back and forth, growling at each other, a new article was posted.
[Hunter TV Exclusive] Jin Tae-kyung Donates Hundreds of Billions for Gate Victims & Establishes Support Foundation
Hunter Jin Tae-kyung has drawn attention by donating hundreds of billions in the name of the Peace Guild for Gate victims and establishing a Support Foundation.
The procedures began even before the Christie’s auction commenced….
(Best Comment)
All you bastards who’ve been calling him a public figure and selfish. Bash your heads in.
└ Ugh.. tsk!! Nothing’s even properly been revealed yet… and you’re still yapping so filthily~~!!!,, Look at the truth properly.!
Hey, what’s up?
Hahahahaha
But wait;;; seriously, what’s with throwing away hundreds of billions; honestly, it’s more amazing than the satisfaction of eliminating those bastards who were muddying the waters so viciously until now.
└ Agreed. What the hell is this? For someone like him, making money is easy, so he made a bold decision?
└ It’s not that—it just seems like he doesn’t have much greed for money in the first place. Anyway, I’m genuinely impressed.
└ Height, looks, personality, money. He has it all. Isn’t this cheating?
└ Please, three centimeters….
└ What does that mean?
└ Please, three centimeters down there.
└ Ah.
The argument ended in defeat for the trolls, and public opinion once again marveled at Jin Tae-kyung.
Having already prevented catastrophe twice, plus the strength to single-handedly defeat a Named Monster. On top of that, the magnanimous generosity of donating hundreds of billions.
It was the moment when the image of an unpretentious hero and a truly great person became firmly cemented.
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– Regarding the foundation establishment, I’ll inform you of the progress….
“Choi Team Leader.”
I cut off Choi Team Leader’s words coming through the receiver with a trembling voice.
“Stop there. Don’t say anything more.”
– …If you regret the money that much, should we cancel the foundation establishment?
“No. Absolutely not!”
– Then why are you doing this?
“Because I regret it.”
– Pardon?
“I regret it, but it’s necessary work. Please continue with it.”
– What, like a pie in the sky?
“A pie in my hand. I’m starving to death but barely holding back.”
The secret Christie’s auction attended by wealthy individuals from around the world had ended not long ago.
And exactly 24 hours later, my bank account was filled with endless zeros.
‘Five hundred billion.’
To be precise, after deducting all fees, it comes to approximately 530 billion won.
The unit isn’t hundreds of millions or tens of millions. It’s hundreds of millions. Hundreds of millions.
It was truly an astronomical sum—the kind that makes you want to cry out in disbelief, and I nearly did.
‘Just how much is this?’
An amount that could transform a life, no—allow generations to live in comfort and luxury.
But I had already made my decision. Where this money should go. How to use it most righteously and meaningfully.
“Then please proceed. I’m placing my trust entirely in you, Choi Team Leader.”
– Understood. Then we’ll prioritize processing those on the list you provided last time.
“I’m counting on you.”
The families of my team members—whose time had frozen three years ago on that day—would receive the foundation’s first donation.
Though that money could never fill the void left by their loss, it could at least help their children pursue their dreams without want.
– After that, we’ll move to the Cataclysm War veterans and single-parent households. Is that correct?
“Yes. Please proceed that way.”
After exchanging a few more words, I ended the call.
Leaving the room, I found my mother and Ha-yeon sitting at the kitchen table, eating fruit.
Before I could even approach, a fork with an apple slice thrust itself toward me.
“Son, have some apple. It’s sweet.”
“Oh, okay.”
Crunch.
The sweet flesh crumbled in my mouth. I ate quietly while listening to their conversation.
Friends, studies, neighbors, dramas…
I chuckled softly and occasionally nodded in agreement.
Then, at some point, I suddenly spoke up.
“You’re both okay, right?”
“Huh? What do you mean, son?”
“What?”
“I mean… just, anything related to this situation.”
Ha-yeon tilted her head curiously.
“Are you trying to talk about money right now?”
“…”
“I knew it! Mom, didn’t I tell you yesterday? I said this guy would definitely do something like this.”
My mother smacked Ha-yeon’s twig-thin forearm.
“You! There’s an eight-year age gap between you and your older brother—watch your tongue!”
“Ow! Stop hitting me.”
Ha-yeon grumbled in response and crossed her arms, leaning back against her chair.
“Excuse me.”
“…Excuse me?”
“Then what, should I call you my registry mate?”
My only younger sister, eight years my junior. Normally I would have playfully flicked her forehead, but something about today didn’t feel right for that.
Ha-yeon, who had been watching me, let out a long sigh.
“Elder Brother.”
“Hmm?”
“What does Mom say most often?”
I wasn’t sure. What was it again?
The answer came easily enough—every time I came home, or during calls a few times a week, I heard it without fail.
“Take care of yourself?”
“Yeah, you know me well.”
My Younger Sister, who had stabbed her fork into the apple, held it out toward me.
“Eat. Eat and take care of yourself.”
…
“Hundreds of billions? What good would that do us? We couldn’t spend it all anyway, and we’d probably just waste it.”
I mechanically chewed the apple slice in my mouth. It was sweet, yet somehow bitter. So much so that my nose tingled.
‘When did this girl grow up so much?’
This decision had been difficult for me.
Truth be told, I’m neither particularly virtuous nor righteous.
I’m just an ordinary elder brother who wants to give my one and only Younger Sister everything she asks for, and an ordinary son who wants to provide comfort to my mother after she suffered alone for so long.
And hundreds of billions was more than enough to turn every dream I’d ever imagined into reality.
‘With this money….’
I had wrestled with many doubts. Even after making my decision, they lingered.
But they were all meaningless in the end.
The public praises me as a hero and a magnanimous person, but they’re wrong.
The one with the truly generous heart was my Younger Sister—eight years my junior.
She had inherited only the best qualities from our mother. Even those eyes that crescent into crescents when she smiles.
“Son, as I always say….”
“No parent in this world can spend money earned by their child’s blood. Yes, I know.”
“Right, you understand.”
“But you should start spending now. I’m planning to earn a lot more going forward.”
“Then buy me a massage chair.”
“A massage chair?”
“Yes. I thought about what I’d want first if my son became successful and gave me a gift, and that was all I could think of.”
I laughed along with my mother.
My heart felt lighter. As if I’d finally set down a heavy burden I’d been carrying for so long.
“Then let’s go look tomorrow. We can check out furniture too.”
“Furniture?”
“Well, our house furniture is pretty worn out too. Mom, gifts like this are supposed to come with new things.”
I wonder what expression she’ll make when she realizes it’s for the house we’ll be moving into soon.
Even more so when she learns it’s the place where our three had once lived as four.
‘I’d like to go right now if I could….’
But I want to save tomorrow—no, the future—as something to look forward to.
Realizing the time had finally come, I rose from my seat.
“Where are you going?”
“Son, there’s still so much fruit left.”
I smiled broadly at the two of them, who seemed reluctant to see me leave.
“It’s fine. I’m just going to take a nap.”
This time, I would sleep for a very long time.
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Whoooosh.
Winter winds arrived, carrying the chill of season’s end. Darkness had long since claimed the surroundings, but the Pavilion glowed warmly with firelight.
The Old Master, who had been gazing at the flickering flames, suddenly spoke.
“Who is it?”
A clear voice answered immediately.
“It’s me.”
“…So it was you?”
At first, he hadn’t recognized him easily.
In just an hour or two, the boy’s footsteps had become as light as his voice.
‘Has he gained some enlightenment?’
It was a presence he could have sensed from fifty paces away, yet he only noticed it once the boy had come within thirty paces.
Whether to call this remarkable or strange, he couldn’t decide.
Contrary to the smile playing at his lips, a gruff voice emerged from between the Old Master’s lips.
“Did I not tell you to come when day breaks?”
“I couldn’t bear to wait. The answer is already decided—why waste time?”
“Tsk. For a martial artist, you have precious little patience.”
“But you yourself said it, Master. Sleep is a luxury for a martial artist. Use that time to train instead. Am I wrong?”
“Ha! You rascal.”
That was it. That was what a martial artist was, and the attitude of a disciple who treasured his master’s words like gold.
The Old Master couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter. As he waved his gaunt hand, a gentle warm breeze swept open the Pavilion’s doors.
There stood Jin Tae-kyung, a bright smile gracing his face.
“Master, please teach me martial arts.”
The Old Master, Fire King Red Sky River, laughed with delight.
“Very well. I shall teach you everything I know.”

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