My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 1

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Episode 1. Prologue
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Whoosh.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Whoosh, whoooosh!
“Hurry! Don’t let him escape!”
Dae Seol Mountain.
Countless martial artists bearing swords rushed swiftly toward some unknown destination.
Yet each group wore different robes, each marked with distinct insignia.
“Hm.”
At the foot of the mountain.
A man and woman watched the sight unfold in astonishment.
“Jeom Chang, Ami, Gong Dong, Hae Nam, Cheong Seong, and even Shaolin and Moo Dang… so all Nine Great Sects have truly gathered here.”
“Indeed, Master. To think the Martial Alliance’s all-encompassing net would be reinforced by the combined strength of all Nine Great Sects… it seems deliberate.”
“The target is no ordinary man. And I hear Geom-hwang, Do-hwang, and Chang-gwi have arrived as well.”
“Three of the Twelve Supremes of the Land?”
“With Moo-heo of Shaolin present, that makes four.”
“Good heavens.”
The woman’s face betrayed disbelief.
At that, the middle-aged man holding a Fly Whisk merely nodded, his gaze cold and unwavering.
“True. The surface claim is to apprehend the murderer who unleashed the Blood Calamity, but their true design lies elsewhere.”
“His martial prowess, then.”
“We too came this far for that reason, yet it seems we are already too late. He will not leave Dae Seol Mountain alive this day.”
Hearing the regret in the middle-aged man’s voice, the young woman shook her head and spoke.
“But it is the weight of his own karma, Master. You bear no fault.”
“Yet tell me, Hyang-a—do you truly believe he is a murderer?”
“Master? What do you mean by that…?”
“Merely a question that troubles me.”
The man toyed with the Fly Whisk in his grip as he continued.
“The Nachalhwa Witch, Heuk-myeon Sura, Saek-mong Gongja, and Sa-ryeon-gung—were not all those he slew notorious villains of the highest order?”
“Yet not only them. In Sichuan, the great hero Baek Jung Go-geom, whose righteous deeds were widely known, fell to his hand, as did the Black Lion that Jong-ri Faction took such pride in. Moreover, the Geom Seong School lost both its chief elder and heir to him—they say the sect will remain sealed for the next decade as a result. Having taken so many innocent lives…”
“So he is a murderer?”
“Yes. That is my assessment.”
“I see.”
The middle-aged man smiled faintly as he regarded his young disciple, who spoke her mind so honestly.
Her words were just.
How many heads had fallen to his hand?
By that measure alone, “murderer” seemed scarcely sufficient.
And so the upheaval had begun.
And yet,
‘Innocent, she said… Is that truly so?’
The young disciple did not yet know.
Unlike the surface appearance the world beheld, she could not fathom how far a man wielding power could descend into depravity when no one watched.
Soon the man’s gaze turned toward the heights of Dae Seol Mountain.
To where a terrible battle surely raged at this very moment.
Where the murderer stood.
‘What a waste.’
The middle-aged man recalled his encounter with the man long ago and thought.
None could discern whether his sense of waste spoke of the murderer’s prowess, or something else entirely.
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Where am I?
And who am I?
Why are there so many people bleeding to death before my eyes?
Whiiiiing—
Standing precariously at the cliff’s edge, the man raised both hands without knowing why.
Both palms were already slick with blood.
He could sense it instinctively.
His own blood was mingled with that of countless others.
What on earth was this…?
Then,
“A Blood Demon!”
Someone stared at the man and shrieked through gritted teeth.
“You villain of this world! Today I shall end you once and for all!”
…Blood Demon?
They’re speaking of me.
In that moment, countless memories flooded through the man’s mind.
A humble home filled with happiness… a wife taken early by illness… a war that erupted without warning, sparked by those of the Martial World… and caught in its tide, my life lost… my beautiful young daughter, Yul…….
Ah. Yes. That’s how it was.
Crack.
The man’s eyes, briefly cleared, now blazed red with blood.
And so, having lost everything and descended into madness, he thereafter slew every corrupt martial artist without discrimination—righteous or otherwise.
Dogs, the lot of them.
What crime had my young daughter, untrained in martial arts, possibly committed?
The strange part was how many rotten ones there were. So many.
Before long, he had become known by the name Blood Demon, one who had unleashed the Blood Calamity.
Seized anew by towering fury, Yeo Un-hwi’s eyes swept across the masters arrayed before him.
Standing at the apex of the Martial World’s food chain—the Twelve Supremes of the Land.
Four of them were here.
And on top of that, sect leaders from every school had come rushing in a throng to take down a single man.
It was almost laughable.
“How can one who inherited the Transmission of the Martial God have unleashed such a terrible bloodbath? Do you not feel ashamed before heaven itself?”
Enough of your noise, monk. You understand nothing.
Moo-heo, abbot of Shaolin and master of the Righteous Path.
At his words, Yeo Un-hwi’s rage burned hotter still.
“…I.”
Yeo Un-hwi spoke, his voice seethed with blood-boiling fury.
“I feel not the slightest shame for what I have done. Every one who fell by my hand deserved death—they were nothing but garbage.”
“You dare—I’ll tear you to pieces,”
“Because we follow the Righteous Path!”
The sect leader of Jeom Chang pointed an accusing finger in rage, but Yeo Un-hwi cut him off with a voice dripping malice.
Then, with bloodshot eyes, he gazed upon the countless martial artists arrayed around him, all who called themselves followers of the Righteous Path.
“Is it right that you cover up crimes, hide them away, and protect them simply because they share your sect? And yet you feel no shame—instead, you rush to pin all blame upon me! How dare you call yourselves righteous when you act like this!”
“…Amitabha Buddha.”
Moo-heo intoned the sacred name with a heavy voice.
Then, as if bearing to listen no longer, someone stepped forward and spoke to Moo-heo.
“Abbot, how much longer do you intend to listen to this murderer’s words?”
“There is nothing more to hear, Moo-heo. Before more lives are lost to that beast’s hands, we must end this today.”
“But what of the Martial God’s techniques? If this goes on, the ancient master’s unparalleled martial arts may be lost forever.”
“Do-hwang speaks wisely. First, let us capture the beast, and then we can proceed carefully…….”
“That is not the priority now! Or perhaps Do-hwang and Chang-gwi, you covet the Martial God’s techniques even in circumstances such as these?”
“How dare you! Are you insulting me?”
Thud.
His entire body was covered in terrible wounds.
He had already lost so much blood that consciousness slipped away from him several times in quick succession.
Yet even in such a state, Yeo Un-hwi found himself laughing.
Just as he thought—these creatures spoke only of righteousness and justice, yet could not hide the sordid ambitions festering within them. The sight made his stomach turn.
There was nothing left to say.
“…Yes. I shall kill you all. Every last one.”
Whoooosh.
Then Yeo Un-hwi drew up all his Internal Energy at once, along with the roiling fury that consumed him. His resolve: to kill just one more.
“Everyone, be careful!”
Boom!
“You monster!”
Geom-hwang and Do-hwang, having evaded Yeo Un-hwi’s assault, unleashed their Ultimate Techniques in turn.
Against the Blood Demon, already drenched in gore.
[Azure Heaven Lightning!]
[Great Blade Cuts Heaven!]
Then Chang-gwi and countless other masters descended upon him ferociously.
Yet he could not simply submit.
“Raaaaaaagh!”
Yeo Un-hwi drew upon all his internal reserves and pushed back with everything he had.
Crash!
In an instant, an enormous collision of energy erupted.
But the torrent he unleashed dissipated almost at once, and a massive storm of power engulfed him.
He coughed out blood.
With excruciating pain tearing through his entire body, Yeo Un-hwi was hurled backward like a kite with a severed string.
‘Damn it all…….’
Just one more year. If he’d only had one more year, Yeo Un-hwi might have achieved everything he desired.
His daughter’s vengeance.
But consumed by thirst for revenge, driven to madness, he had no time to fully assimilate the transcendent martial secrets he’d stumbled upon by fortune, no patience to wait.
And so Yeo Un-hwi, bearing the Ultimate Techniques of three of the Twelve Supremes of the Land in a single body, plummeted swiftly into an abyss without end.
‘…So this is the end.’
Forgive me, Yul.
Forgive me, my love.
Forgive me, Da.
In an instant, everything around him went black.
His vision darkened, and his consciousness grew increasingly hazy.
As he fell endlessly through the void, Yeo Un-hwi’s eyes slowly closed.
He could feel death drawing near.
The sensation of darkness swallowing his body whole.
And so that wretched, terrible life came to an end… or so he thought.
But then,
Thump.
He gasped.
Something had landed on his belly.
What—what is this?
“Dad!”
A cute, lovely little girl—no more than six years old—stood over him, beaming down with a radiant smile.
“…What?”
Confronted with something utterly unbelievable unfolding before his eyes, Yeo Un-hwi couldn’t even think to get up. He simply stared at the child’s face in a daze.
‘Is this a dream?’
Just moments ago he had been falling ceaselessly into the chasm below—he couldn’t fathom how he’d come to be here, or make sense of what was happening.
He quickly turned his head to look around.
Worn furniture and old but meticulously tidied furnishings.
It was a room he found oddly familiar.
Could it possibly be……?
Just then, the door burst open.
“Yul, is your father still not awake?”
Yeo Un-hwi’s eyes widened beyond measure.
“…Yes, I’m…”
Though his mind couldn’t grasp the situation, tears suddenly sprang forth unbidden.
For standing before him now were his daughter and his wife—the two he had longed for so desperately across all these decades.
Gazing down at him with smiles more tender than anything in the world…….
A miracle had occurred.

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