Murim Login - Chapter 668

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Chapter 668
Life has a way of throwing inexplicable situations at you when you least expect them.
Like right now.
“Where are you going? Got somewhere urgent to be?”
“…!”
For just a moment.
Time, which had been flowing swiftly, seemed to freeze entirely.
The Chil Myo-ho, who had been raging like a beast despite the countless wounds covering his body, the White Tribe warriors who filled the Underground Prison corridor, all fell silent.
And Ya-ryul Mok, rigid as a statue, stared blankly at the figure that emerged from the thick darkness beyond.
‘How is this possible?’
The question that flooded everyone’s mind in that instant was inevitable.
‘He’ was someone who should never have appeared here, someone who couldn’t possibly appear.
Yet while everyone in the Underground Prison wore expressions as if they’d seen a ghost,
Ya-ryul Mok, whose shoulder was gripped by that firm hand, alone understood that this impossible situation was real.
And in that same moment, he couldn’t help but ask.
“…How did you get out of there?”
His eyes were vacant, his voice hollow. But the answer that came back to Ya-ryul Mok was impossibly brief and direct.
“I just came out.”
“…?”
“I was locked up here, so I left.”
“…!”
No, what kind of nonsense was this?
Ya-ryul Mok and everyone else stood speechless with confusion.
‘So how the hell did this bastard, who should be locked in the Underground Prison, manage to crawl out?’
And it wasn’t as if he’d simply been confined. He wore iron spheres weighing over ten thousand pounds like ornaments, and his martial power had been sealed with a restriction.
That wasn’t all. The iron bars blocking all sides were even forged with meteorite iron mixed in. It was, in essence, a prison constructed for a single monster.
‘But how?’
An incomprehensible mystery beyond all reason.
Faced with this unbelievable sight, the White Tribe warriors instinctively suspected internal betrayal, Ya-ryul Mok and Chil Myo-ho questioned whether their intelligence had been wrong, while ‘he’ walked forward without concern.
Thud.
Footsteps that shattered the silence.
Finally, the figure who emerged from the darkness-shrouded corridor into the faint light of the flickering torch—Jin Tae-kyung—furrowed his brow.
“Ugh, it’s blinding. Hey, you there.”
At Jin Tae-kyung’s pointing, the White Tribe warrior holding the torch aloft responded with a vacant expression.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you.”
“Why, why me?”
“Why? You oblivious bastard. My eyes hurt, so lower your arm. What are you doing, giving a presentation? Crossing the crosswalk without your parents?”
“No, sir.”
Though his words made no sense, the White Tribe warrior answered with a blank expression.
For some reason, it felt like I had to, and using formal speech came naturally.
“This bastard’s still crossing on the green light. I’m giving you three seconds to lower your arm. Three seconds later when it turns red, you’re dead. Three.”
“Ah, my apologies.”
“Apologies my ass, just lower your arm already. Now.”
“Yes.”
Snap.
As the White Tribe Commander quickly lowered his arm, the already faint light dimmed further, and only then did Jin Tae-kyung nod with a satisfied expression.
“Hmm, much better. Well done.”
“It’s nothing much….”
The White Tribe Commander, who felt an inexplicable sense of pride at Jin Tae-kyung’s praise, froze.
‘Huh?’
What is this? This isn’t right.
And in that fleeting instant, a mysterious piercing sound tore through his ears along with sudden enlightenment.
Thud! Splash.
Sizzle.
As the body crumpled helplessly and the torch plunged into the puddle, the White Tribe Commander, without hesitation, struck his foolish subordinate’s jaw and growled.
“You damned idiot.”
At that chilling voice, the White Tribe warriors who had been blankly watching the events unfold before them like flowing water suddenly snapped to attention.
‘What in the world.’
A sensation like waking from deep sleep. Simultaneously, they realized.
That the situation they faced was impossibly real, and the battle was far from over.
And…
“Now he’s even putting out the light for us. How thoughtful.”
That they had to suppress this monster by any means necessary, now that it had broken free from its restraints.
The realization that flashed through their minds was swift as lightning, and the cry that erupted next was like thunder.
“Attack!”
A shout infused with formidable martial power shook the Underground Prison. As the command to attack was given, the White Tribe Commander was the first to burst forward, pushing off the wall as he shot through the air.
Tap-tap, whoosh!
Movement swift enough to rival even the greatest masters of the renowned sects at their peak.
Chil Myo-ho, who regained his senses half a beat too late, tried to block him, but weapons descending from all sides prevented him from doing so.
Swish-swish-swish, clang!
Won-hu, the eldest of Chil Myo-ho’s subordinates, cried out as he blocked the onslaught of attacks.
“Quickly, give him the antidote…!”
Clang-clang-clang!
His cry cut short before he could finish. Seeing Ya-ryul Mok hastily reaching into his robes for something, the Commander was certain.
‘As I thought, not yet.’
Jin Tae-kyung.
He didn’t know how that young monster from the Central Plains had escaped the Underground Prison, but one thing was certain—he hadn’t yet broken the seal on his martial power.
If that was the case….
‘We can do this.’
No matter how supreme a master one becomes, without the ability to harness inner energy, they are merely a slightly exceptional mortal.
Of course, the martial techniques he had cultivated and the principles of combat he had comprehended would not vanish in an instant, but facing someone who had reached the pinnacle long ago with nothing but bare-handed combat—without even wielding a weapon—was nearly impossible.
‘That man… I will capture him with my own hands.’
The ambition to achieve such a great feat that no one could rival, combined with the confidence of certain victory, made the White Tribe Commander’s body and spirit lighter than ever before.
At the same moment, the sword in his hand blazed with brilliant radiance.
Tzzzzzt!
Sword energy erupting along the keen blade. The White Tribe Commander was certain as he witnessed Ya-ryul Mok’s pupils quiver when he instinctively glanced back.
This strike would be the sharpest and most formidable technique of his entire life.
‘Now!’
Shiiing!
A flawless flow that no one could fault. A flawless draw.
The sword energy released from the blade tore through the darkness and rushed toward the two figures, and the White Tribe Commander let out a cry of exultation.
“Done…!”
Scrape!
At least until his sword energy had carved through empty air.
‘What?’
The White Tribe Commander blinked at the incomprehensible sight before him.
Nothing. Where the sword energy had swept, nothing remained.
Neither Ya-ryul Mok nor Jin Tae-kyung.
Everything had vanished like a phantom.
‘How?’
And in the next instant.
An answer to the question that echoed only in the White Tribe Commander’s mind arrived.
“Oh. You were just thinking ‘how,’ weren’t you?”
“…!”
A voice suddenly from behind him.
The White Tribe Commander felt a chill run down his spine and spun his body around. His sword moved with him, now completely second nature after countless hours of training.
Shiiing!
But the White Tribe Commander’s sword cut through air once more. Or rather, it nearly cut through air—a more accurate description.
Grrrrk.
The blade’s tip trembled faintly. A new question bloomed in the White Tribe Commander’s now-empty mind.
‘What… what is this?’
His confusion was justified.
The blade, brimming with sword energy, was being blocked by a bare palm—no weapon held at all—and could not advance.
‘No, it’s not even being blocked by the hand.’
A mere inch of distance. In the empty space between the trembling blade and the palm, an invisible force was pushing his sword back.
Slowly. Yet powerfully.
Grrrrk.
With eyes trembling as violently as his own sword, the White Tribe Commander forced out his words.
“Is this… Void Grasping?”
The meticulously honed blade gleamed through the darkness, and beyond it, someone’s teeth flashed white for just a moment.
“Void-Devouring Technique, I suppose. Close enough.”
“H-how is this possible? Your martial power was clearly sealed….”
“Close enough. I didn’t say identical.”
“What?”
“Don’t try to understand. You couldn’t anyway.”
Jin Tae-kyung’s words were a cruel truth.
Even if the White Tribe Commander devoted the remainder of his life to martial arts, he would never reach the threshold of the Middle Dantian.
“Th-this is…!”
It was a realm the White Tribe Commander, despite a lifetime devoted to martial cultivation, could not comprehend—and unfortunately, Jin Tae-kyung possessed none of the patience of a tutor explaining concepts to a struggling student.
“Disappear.”
“…!”
In the moment the White Tribe Commander’s eyes widened, a fist wrapped tightly in iron chains came into view.
Crack!
A pain unlike anything he had ever experienced ravaged his abdomen, consuming his entire body.
“Kugh-hack!”
A single punch of such devastating power that it could only mean his martial strength had been restored.
Against such a strike—one that carried monstrous strength and speed far beyond human limits—the White Tribe Commander was merely a slightly superior human.
Screeeech!
I felt it.
My body hurtling backward with a sharp sound of air being torn, and my consciousness growing hazy amid unbearable agony.
‘This insane… monster.’
That was the end.
The unconscious White Tribe Commander’s body grazed past the Chil Myo-ho still struggling, then crashed down like a cannonball upon the White Tribe warriors filling the Underground Prison corridor.
Boom! Crack-crack!
“Argh!”
“Wh-what is this!”
The Underground Prison descended into chaos in an instant. The White Tribe warriors who realized the identity of the monstrous form that had struck them fell silent, their mouths agape.
“The, the Commander?”
“No, how….”
The spreading unease vanished in moments.
There was only one person capable of defeating him—a supreme master of considerable rank within the White Tribe and the strongest here.
“Jin, Jin Tae-kyung.”
A murmur escaped someone’s lips, and countless gazes snapped toward one direction.
Splash. Clink-clink.
One figure walked forward, stepping through puddles of stagnant filth, iron chains with broken shackles dangling from both hands.
“Huh, me? Who called for me?”
In stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere of the Underground Prison, the smile playing at Jin Tae-kyung’s lips was bright as sunlight.
Like a predator that had found its prey.
Or like an Evil Demon.
“Want to get beaten with chains, you little bastard? Who’s next?”
“…!”
“…!”
The White Tribe warriors froze, seized by a chill that gripped their entire bodies—though not all of them reacted the same way.
“Attack him!”
“We outnumber him by far! Push forward!”
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A dozen figures rushed forward, their feet striking the walls as they charged in response to the shout.
Though not quite at the White Tribe Commander’s level, the squad leaders who stepped forward were each peak masters in their own right, and the White Tribe warriors briefly reclaimed their courage.
Or rather, they nearly did.
Whoooom!
A chain flew through the air, cutting through space with tremendous force.
Splat, splat, splat, splat!
Until it struck down a dozen charging squad leaders in a single, devastating blow.
Boom! Crash!
The Underground Prison trembled with the thunderous impact.
As everyone swallowed hard and stared at the billowing dust cloud, a low voice pierced their ears.
“Is it summer already? What are all these flies doing here….”
“…!”
“…!”
“Anyway. Next? Who’s next?”
This time, no one stepped forward.
The White Tribe warriors, staring blankly at him as he stood like the Grim Reaper himself, instinctively backed away as if bound by an unspoken pact.
But then….
Thump, thump.
An ominous sound echoing from the staircase behind them extinguished any lingering hope.
“Ah, right. I forgot to mention something.”
Jin Tae-kyung smirked and pointed toward the stairs.
“Something big is coming.”
The next moment.
The White Tribe warriors heard a bone-chilling roar.
“Tae-san is hungryyyyyyyyy!”
The roar of a starving beast—no, it was Tae-san’s roar.

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