Murim Login - Chapter 59

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Chapter 59
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Jin Wi-kyung and Wi Paeng, along with the three elders—their battle was a tempest.
Sword strikes so swift and fierce that ordinary martial artists couldn’t follow them with their eyes clashed from all directions.
Clang, clang, clang.
‘I’m blocked.’
The moment Wi Paeng assessed the situation, he flipped his body. The blade thrust by Second Elder grazed past his hair by mere inches.
Second Elder and Third Elder pressed him like a single entity.
“Damn these bastards!”
Jin Wi-kyung, who rushed forward alongside Noh Ho-sung, was intercepted by First Elder.
“Where are you rushing off to in such haste?”
In that instant, a towering sword aura plummeted toward Jin Wi-kyung’s crown.
A crisis of certain death. Jin Wi-kyung hastily raised his blade to block. His sword gleamed with a faint, whitish aura.
Boom!
Within the dust cloud that erupted with the thunderous impact, a figure staggered backward. Jin Wi-kyung, his complexion now ashen, spat out blood.
‘What kind of cultivation is this….’
Though I had cultivated superior martial arts and consumed spiritual elixirs since childhood, my opponent was formidable. First Elder was a vile old demon who had lived over a century, concealing his dark intentions all the while.
He was a living witness who had endured the Zheng-Ma Great War alongside the Grand Elder, experiencing it with his entire being.
“Cursed old geezer.”
First Elder chuckled in response.
“Young Master, maintain your dignity.”
Yet First Elder’s true feelings were far from at ease.
His trembling blade and aching wrist were proof of that.
‘I didn’t expect this much.’
Even in street brawls, numbers matter—how much more so for masters. Yet Jin Wi-kyung and Wi Paeng’s strength exceeded expectations.
Or perhaps the old man’s pride had simply caused him to overestimate himself.
‘How cruel. Truly cruel.’
Over a century of years. I had gained profound cultivation, yet I could not escape the aging of my flesh.
‘If only I were ten years younger.’
First Elder, laughing bitterly at himself, advanced toward Jin Wi-kyung.
The blades of Second and Third Elders, his sworn brothers, grew even more ferocious.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
“Ugh!”
Jin Wi-kyung and Wi Paeng began to gradually give ground. Especially since they had just faced the peak masters of the Hengshan Inspection Bureau.
Their vision grew increasingly blurred, and minor wounds accumulated across their bodies. Their limbs no longer obeyed their will.
‘This won’t do.’
It was then that Jin Wi-kyung’s expression darkened.
Screeeech!
The relentless sword aura of First Elder suddenly shifted direction. In the next moment, a lightning-fast strike cleaved through its target.
A dull, tearing sound.
A sickening crunch.
Along with the spray of blood, one man staggered. The sword that had been aimed at the First Elder’s ribs shattered into fragments beyond recognition, and blood cascaded from his chest like a waterfall.
The First Elder clicked his tongue upon recognizing the man’s face.
“Law Enforcement Master, you foolish wretch. Did you wish so desperately to die?”
“First… Elder.”
The Law Enforcement Master’s voice was barely a whisper, threatening to break at any moment. Yet he neither collapsed nor ceased speaking.
“You have… violated the sect’s laws.”
“Heh, and so?”
“As Law Enforcement Master of the Great Tae Won Jin Family, I command it. The guilty shall seal their own martial arts and proceed to Repentance Cave….”
A sharp slash.
The First Elder answered with his blade instead. The Law Enforcement Master, whose martial prowess could not match his rigid principles, could neither see nor evade the sword that pierced his throat.
Flames erupted from Jin Wi-kyung’s eyes.
“You monster!”
In this moment, Jin Wi-kyung was not alone in his fury. The Law Enforcement Master’s death ignited the hearts of the Taewon Jin Family’s senior members.
“Law Enforcement Master!”
Before being warriors, they were human.
Having lived through countless years, they had accumulated much—both achievements and responsibilities to protect. Thus, even peak masters feared an ignoble death.
Yet the Law Enforcement Master’s dignified final stand rekindled an emotion they had nearly forgotten.
Shame and rage.
“Strike down those traitors!”
“Show the pride of Taewon Jin Family!”
Those who felt ashamed of themselves charged forward first—the senior members who had belonged to the Elder Council faction.
They could not forgive those who had aided the betrayer, nor could they forgive the elders who had betrayed themselves and their clan.
“Fools.”
Slash. Slash. Slash.
With each flash of the three elders’ blades, another life was extinguished.
The superiority of power was undeniable. Yet the elders’ weathered faces grew rigid.
‘These wretches…!’
Dozens of first-rate masters, prepared for mutual destruction, surged from all directions without fear of death.
The elders were not unnerved by their martial prowess, but by their momentum. And in that gap, two people seized the opportunity.
A sharp slash.
“Aaaagh!”
A scream tore from the Third Elder’s mouth. Wi Paeng’s sword energy, erupting unexpectedly, had carved through his ribs.
“Brother!”
At the cry of his sworn brother of decades, the Second Elder wavered. For a mere instant, his focus shifted elsewhere.
But the price was steep. Three blades extended simultaneously, raking across his entire body, and as the Second Elder retreated in panic, a bolt of lightning was unleashed toward him.
A piercing shriek.
In the moment he felt something cold boring into his back, the Second Elder instinctively knew it was over.
A wet sound.
Flesh parted and bone was severed. The sword energy writhed like a living thing, tearing through meridians and burning them away.
How long had it been since he felt such pain? The Second Elder’s vision turned white, and soon he could feel nothing at all.
“I, Jin Wi-kyung, Young Master of the Taewon Jin Family, have cut down the Second Elder!”
As Jin Wi-kyung pulled his blade from the Second Elder’s chest and roared, not far away, the Third Elder’s head was falling. Wi Paeng, drenched in blood, lifted his severed head.
“Here is the Third Elder’s head!”
The survivors cried out in succession.
“Sweep away the traitors!”
“The Taewon Jin Family is not the enemy of the Hengshan Sword Sect! Lower your weapons!”
The warriors of the Taewon Jin Family drew strength from the cries echoing across the gorge.
The Hengshan Sword Sect, with its leadership nearly annihilated, had yet to regain its bearings, but soon turned their weapons toward the black-clad figures.
“What are you doing! The Taewon Jin Family dogs are right in front of us—”
“Stop spouting nonsense. The only ones attacking us are those dark-clad bastards!”
Someone’s words rang true. The warriors of the Taewon Jin Family faithfully followed their leadership’s commands, and the Hengshan Sword Sect’s warriors realized they had one fewer enemy.
Now, these black-clad figures who had appeared out of nowhere were the true common enemy.
“Show the power of the Hengshan Sword Sect!”
“Whoever they are, sweep them all away!”
As the two forces joined together, it was now the black-clad figures who were being pushed back.
They were elite warriors who had endured harsh training, but the deaths of two Elders shook their morale. The black-clad figures fell one by one under the blades striking from all sides, the opportunity seized without hesitation.
“Aaaaagh!”
“Don’t retreat! Those who retreat face only death!”
Even in that chaos, the First Elder swung his blade in silence.
Everything his eyes touched and his hands reached toward was his enemy.
Scrape.
Twenty? Thirty? He couldn’t say. The First Elder cut down everything that blocked his path as if possessed. Among them were those who had once called him Elder, and young men barely past their coming of age.
‘What does age matter in death and life? Those who stand before the blade are warriors of Murim.’
The one who stood against the First Elder, drenched in the blood of dozens, was a man with the build of a bear. His gaze burned as if it could incinerate everything.
“Why did you do it?”
“Wealth and glory. To seize control of the Taewon Jin Family and swallow the lands of Shanxi.”
At his answer, given without a moment’s hesitation, all trembled with rage. Yet one person—only Jin Wi-kyung—shook his head.
“That is not the answer I sought.”
“Then let the Young Master answer. Why would I and my brothers and the Patriarch have done such a thing?”
“Revenge.”
Jin Wi-kyung’s quiet voice continued.
“Your grand scheme was not for wealth and glory or to become a tyrant for a day. Too many opportunities have already passed for that, and you have all grown old. And…”
“Enough.”
“The Grand Elder has no descendants. The Second Elder, the Third Elder, and you—the same is true for all of you.”
In that moment, cold sparks flew from the First Elder’s eyes, which had been calm until then.
It was anger suppressed for long years, sediment that had briefly surfaced and sunk once more.
“Why did you do it?”
The First Elder raised his blade toward Jin Wi-kyung instead of answering. No—the tip of his blade pointed beyond Jin Wi-kyung’s shoulder, toward someone who existed somewhere.
“Ask that person directly.”
Ultimately, the Grand Elder holds the final key.
Jin Wi-kyung took a decisive step toward the First Elder.
“That’s right. First Elder, after I cut you down.”
“I see. Can you really afford to be so leisurely?”
“What do you mean….”
Jin Wi-kyung’s furrowed brow hardened into stone.
‘Tae-kyung!’
My youngest sibling, whom I cherish more than life itself, was blocking the Grand Elder.
The moment I recalled that fact I’d momentarily forgotten, the blood throughout my entire body seemed to turn to ice.
‘If I delay any longer, something irreversible will happen.’
With complete understanding of the situation, Jin Wi-kyung’s voice cut through the air like frost.
“Wi Paeng. Take the First Elder.”
“I obey.”
“The rest of you, lend your strength.”
“We accept the command of the Young Master.”
Wi Paeng and roughly a dozen surviving senior members formed a wide encirclement around the First Elder.
“The rest of you, follow me and carve a path! We march to strike down the Grand Elder!”
As Jin Wi-kyung prepared to move with dozens of escort soldiers, he suddenly gazed upon the First Elder. Despite knowing his end was near, he showed no sign of agitation. If anything, he appeared relieved.
“First Elder.”
“Do you have more to say?”
Jin Wi-kyung spoke one final sentence.
“By the authority of the Young Master of the Taewon Jin Family, I excommunicate you.”
“Hehehehe! Hehehehehehe!”
Leaving the First Elder’s laughter behind, Jin Wi-kyung charged toward the battlefield.
Dozens of black-clad assassins attempted to block him, but the tide had long since turned. They were beaten to death by martial artists converging from all directions.
“Clear the path!”
“It’s the Young Master! Kill anyone who stands in the way!”
Mere moments passed. Yet for Jin Wi-kyung, it felt like an eternity.
‘Tae-kyung, please, please….’
I couldn’t even bear to think the word death.
Clutching my pounding heart, after running for what felt like forever, my eyes flew wide upon reaching my destination.
‘What in the world….’
The sight before my eyes was nothing short of shocking.
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Raid.
Merely decades ago, it was a term used only in games.
However, with the emergence of the Demon King and the onset of the great upheaval, the raid became the symbol of Hunters.
Countless real battles and sacrifices paved the way, and based on that foundation, the raid methodology of today was finally established.
‘Tank, dealer, healer.’
The tank blocks, the dealer strikes, and the healer treats.
It seemed simple, but to become a certified Hunter, one had to study an enormous volume of raid manuals and prove oneself through practical experience.
‘The Hunter Training Institute… those truly were hellish times.’
But because I endured those years, I was reborn as a Hunter, and now as a seven-year veteran, I could conjure up the right position and countermeasure for any situation.
And now.
“Hey, throw more dirt! Keep throwing it!”
I realized that everything I had learned was utterly useless.
Tank? Healer?
Damn it.
I was an idiot for planning a raid with ten melee dealers.

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