Murim Login - Chapter 733

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Chapter 733
Though my body had grown resilient enough to endure four days and nights without rest, there was something undeniably blissful about the luxury of genuine sleep.
Especially when I woke refreshed in a place where I could remain with those I cherished most.
“There really is no place like home.”
As I settled into my seat with a contented sigh, Choi Team Leader across the expansive dining table regarded me with a look of mild exasperation.
“This is my house, sir.”
“Does that really matter right now?”
“It’s hardly a trivial matter. It concerns the deed.”
“What, you think a homeless person enjoys living like this?”
“Anyone overhearing you would think you truly had neither house nor money.”
As if that were possible.
I now owned properties in my own name and possessed wealth beyond measure.
Yet even with billions sleeping in my accounts, finding a place safer for my family and me would prove nearly impossible.
‘At least, not anywhere in South Korea.’
To the casual observer, it appeared merely a grand mansion, but in truth it was an impregnable fortress wrapped in layers upon layers of protective enchantments.
Moreover, the public still knew it as Cheon Tae-min’s residence, lending it symbolic weight that rivaled even the Blue House itself.
‘The eyes of the masses make intrusion nearly impossible, and even if an S-rank Hunter attacked, we could buy ourselves sufficient time.’
For someone who prioritized his family’s safety above all else, it was the ideal sanctuary.
Though I supposed Choi Team Leader’s perspective on our unexpected cohabitation might differ somewhat.
“Come to think of it, I feel a bit guilty about this. Should I start paying you rent this month?”
“I would accept it. At ten million won per person, that would come to forty million won per month.”
I gazed out the window where sunlight streamed through, murmuring absently.
“Ah, what beautiful weather.”
“….”
“By the way, why is it so expensive? And your math is wrong too.”
“My calculations are always accurate.”
“What are you talking about? Ten times four is thirty, not forty. It’s been how long since my father passed?”
“There is one more person, is there not?”
Before Choi Team Leader could finish speaking, a blonde foreigner came shuffling down the corridor and collapsed into a chair.
“Feed me.”
This bastard would never be a gentleman.
Aside from everything else, the very first words out of his mouth upon waking and seeing my face already marked him as thoroughly uncouth.
“Either get it yourself or get beaten and then eat it.”
The Skeleton King, deliberating carefully, responded.
“I’ll get it myself then.”
“Good choice. While you’re at it, bring mine too.”
“…?”
“Especially the soup—don’t forget or I’ll die.”
One of this mansion’s greatest advantages was that the artificial intelligence installed in the kitchen always had piping hot meals prepared.
Shortly after, the Skeleton King returned grumbling with my portion, while Choi Team Leader watched intently as I devoured the oxtail soup with undisguised enthusiasm.
“Jin Tae-kyung certainly has a healthy appetite.”
“People aren’t machines. We need to eat to survive.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, for the first time in ages. I practically collapsed the moment my head hit the pillow.”
Choi Team Leader nodded as if he’d expected as much.
“That would explain why you didn’t answer your phone.”
“My phone?”
“Several calls came in last night. You haven’t checked them yet, have you?”
“Huh?”
Only then did I check my smartphone. I’d switched it to silent because the vibrations had been so constant, and now I found over a hundred missed calls and messages accumulated since last night.
‘What is all this?’
The names scattered throughout were far too familiar and illustrious to dismiss as mere advertisements or spam.
Prince Felix Alexander Louis of Britain, whom I’d formed a connection with during the Arch Lich suppression operation. S-rank Hunter Faye Chen.
Chuck Haigl from the United States, with whom I’d crushed a terrorist organization just two weeks ago in modern time. And Magic Johnson, a name that had become indispensable.
But it didn’t end there.
President Baek Han-sung was there, of course, along with Trump Junior, the American president I’d met during the Pentagon invitation, and Chairman Xiao Yang of China—all contributing their own missed calls to the list.
“It was a long night. Longer than anticipated.”
Choi Team Leader continued, tilting his coffee cup with a weary expression.
“Though thanks to it, I was able to gather quite a bit of information.”
“Information?”
“Yes. Chairman Xiao Yang in particular shared some rather intriguing details.”
Tap. Tap.
As Choi Team Leader tapped the tablet PC before him with his long fingers, a hologram materialized above the screen, projecting dozens of images.
Whoosh.
“…What is this?”
Upon seeing the finally completed image, I furrowed my brow and set down my utensils.
No matter how strong my stomach or how accustomed I’d become to brutality, I couldn’t continue eating while looking at something like this.
“What are these corpses?”
“Until just last night, they were prisoners alive and well, detained in the Beijing Special Detention Center. And among them, there are faces you know.”
“Faces I know?”
Whoosh.
Choi Team Leader gestured instead of answering. Dozens of images scattered and vanished like leaves, leaving only a single image that expanded before us.
“Do you recognize him now?”
I stared at the image file without answering.
The face of a middle-aged man lying peacefully, as if lost in deep slumber, was unmistakably familiar—and it was the Skeleton King, not I, who recalled his name first.
“That bastard. His name was something like Wu Shaming? Some bizarre name like that, if I recall.”
The skeleton laughed confidently as both Choi Team Leader and I turned our gaze toward him.
“Hehehehe, you underestimate this one’s information network. Unlike you lazy fools, I’ve sacrificed even my sleep to pore over my smartphone.”
“You didn’t sleep because you can’t sleep. You’re already dead, after all.”
“….”
As Skeleton King grew dejected at my remark and picked at his spicy beef soup, Choi Team Leader nodded and opened his mouth.
“The former Premier of the State Council of the People’s Republic of China and Standing Committee member of the Politburo. And….”
Only then did I recall everything about Wu Shaming, and I continued.
“The father of Wu Hei-xing, that bastard who conspired with Lee Jung-yong to kill me.”
“Correct. He was the leader of the Crown Prince Faction—essentially one of China’s two great power brokers and Chairman Xiao Yang’s greatest political rival—Wu Shaming himself.”
It was a fact I couldn’t possibly be ignorant of.
After suppressing the Arch Lich, Wu Shaming had raised suspicions about his son’s death, which was how I came to learn the details about him.
One of the primary reasons Wu Hei-xing had managed to escape consequences despite causing countless problems was that his paternal family, the Wu Family, was among China’s most distinguished clans.
But….
“Didn’t Wu Shaming get exposed for all his corruption and suffer a backlash? The last time I saw the news, he was waiting for trial.”
“That’s true. Chairman Xiao Yang didn’t miss his opportunity, and most of the Crown Prince Faction, including Wu Shaming, were imprisoned.”
“But then Wu Shaming suddenly died?”
“Wu Shaming was still middle-aged and had been drinking potions like water for decades to maintain his health. The cause of death was sudden cardiac arrest, but it’s impossible for him and roughly fifty relatives to die in the same manner on the same day and time.”
“Relatives? Then the photographs we saw earlier….”
“According to Chairman Xiao’s investigation, they were all members of the Wu Family. There were children among them as well.”
“…!”
Extermination of an entire clan.
Those four characters—words I’d only heard in the context of the Martial World—sent a chill down my spine. Simultaneously, an unbelievable thought flashed through my mind.
“Choi Team Leader. Could it be….”
But before I could finish speaking, Choi Team Leader shook his head.
“It wasn’t Chairman Xiao’s doing. Rather, he would have wanted to win Wu Shaming over above all else.”
Win him over. Win him over, indeed.
Wu Shaming had been Xiao Yang’s most formidable political rival.
With him rendered incapable of recovery, there was no particular need to kill him, but there was equally no reason whatsoever to keep him alive.
Then what was the purpose of this attempted reconciliation? What did Wu Shaming possess?
The already-collapsed influence of the Crown Prince Faction? Or perhaps the vast wealth that was as good as seized?
I silently turned over the two characters meaning “reconciliation” in my mind, and soon grasped the answer.
“…The Mana Cultivation Method.”
At those words that escaped like a groan, Skeleton King blinked, and Choi Team Leader answered in a subdued voice.
“Yes. Chairman Xiao was attempting to win him over to obtain that very Mana Cultivation Method—the one that had made Wu Hei-xing an S-rank Hunter.”
A powerhouse of S-rank Hunter caliber naturally masters their own unique cultivation technique at some point.
But Wu Hei-xing was different. He had already learned the Mana Cultivation Method passed down through his family, and after his death and Wu Shaming’s downfall, I had paid that fact little further attention.
‘But last night, Wu Shaming and all his relatives suddenly died.’
I have no interest in what Xiao Yang intended to do with the Mana Cultivation Method.
What matters is that the attempted reconciliation came to nothing due to the Wu Family’s extermination, and who orchestrated such an act.
And I… already know the answer to that question.
“The Odin Guild.”
A voice unfamiliar as though it belonged to someone else—parched and hollow—flowed from between my lips. Choi Team Leader ran his fingers along the rim of his now-cold coffee cup.
“That’s likely the highest probability.”
“….”
“According to Chairman Xiao Yang, Wu Shaming apparently had no other choice but to consider accepting the offer. Without surrendering the Mana Cultivation Method, he would face at minimum a life sentence, or possibly even execution. However….”
Choi Team Leader’s voice trailed off as he bit his lip.
“Someone else didn’t want that to happen.”
The blood in my veins turned to ice.
They had moved. Far faster and more ruthlessly than I had anticipated.
‘Extermination of an entire clan. Even so….’
I stared at the hologram still glowing before me. Women, children, the elderly. All of them lay in a sleep from which they would never wake.
Simply because they had been born into the Wu Family.
‘Is this to prevent the Mana Cultivation Method from leaking out, or….’
A response to what happened last night.
Countless thoughts swirled on my tongue before scattering like dust. As I stared silently at the faces of the dead, I suddenly opened my mouth.
“Choi Team Leader.”
“Yes, sir. What is it?”
“If you have time, would you like to grab a coffee with me?”
“I’m fine with that, but where exactly are we going….”
“Well, I think it was Paris?”
“Pardon?”
Toward Choi Team Leader, who looked at me with confusion, I continued calmly.
“The Odin Guild. I want to go see the face of the master there.”
“…!”

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