My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 2

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Episode 2. This Time, Without Fail
“Daddy!”
A beloved daughter beamed, waving her small hand.
Beside her stood the wife he had longed to see, placing a delicate flower crown upon the girl’s head.
Yeo Un-hui smiled and waved back at his daughter, yet something within him remained adrift, uncertain.
‘Is this truly real?’
Days had passed, but Yeo Un-hui still could not convince himself that this was happening.
Unreality had its limits, and this transcended them entirely.
Every possible thought had crossed his mind.
A formation? Or perhaps the Illusion Technique?
Yet neither possibility held water.
All those who had faced Yeo Un-hui on Daeseol Mountain bore the banner of the Righteous Faction, whatever their true nature.
Would such people wield an Illusion Technique?
He quickly shook his head.
‘If they cursed me with strange sorcery, so be it—but this? Impossible.’
They were people who prized appearance above all else, who lived by the mask they showed the world.
Moreover, even if some secret practitioner existed, it defied reason that they would cast such an illusion before so many witnesses of the Righteous Faction.
Furthermore, this transcended the abilities of even the Evil Faction’s legendary masters of Illusion—the Nakshal Witch and Saekmong Gongja themselves could not have mimicked this.
Yeo Un-hui, who had faced them in combat and severed their heads with his own hands, knew this better than anyone.
Then……
His thoughts crystallized.
He did not know what conditions or circumstances had triggered this phenomenon, but one truth became undeniable:
‘I have truly… undergone a Regression.’
It was extraordinary.
The memories from when he was a Blood Demon were not a dream—and now, regressed, everything had returned to its former state, save for himself alone.
He was no longer the ordinary scholar Yeo Un-hui who knew nothing of Martial Arts; he remained the Blood Demon consumed by vengeance.
Even now, the vivid sensations of that day when he had torn through the entire Martial Arts World in his quest for retribution burned within him.
Even that thirst for vengeance that no amount of slaughter could quench.
Yet.
For all the deaths he had dealt, he could swear before heaven that not a single one was meaningless.
Every creature that had fallen by his hand deserved its fate—trash worthy only of death.
Though much blood had stained his hands, he felt no guilt for any of it.
Yeo Un-hui, the Blood Demon, was neither weak nor foolish enough to harbor regret over his past.
A soft laugh escaped him.
Then his gaze fell once more upon his wife, Peng Seo-yeon, and his daughter, Yeo So-yul.
Vengeance.
Vengeance, he mused……
“Now there is no need for revenge… is there.”
He had lost them once, and now he had found them again.
The reason for vengeance itself had vanished.
Because he could now see, with his own eyes, those he had yearned for so desperately.
A peculiar sensation washed over him.
For so long, Yeo Un-hui had been consumed by vengeance, spending those endless years in anguish without measure.
And now he was forced to release it all.
It felt like finally loosening his grip on a sword he had clutched so tightly that bruises marked his palms.
It was not easy, yet it was what he must do.
And now a new purpose had taken shape within him.
To protect my wife and daughter. My family.
Was there any need to complicate it further?
A second chance at life.
He did not know how he had earned this opportunity, nor what final chapter awaited him, but Yeo Un-hui resolved to live for this one purpose alone.
‘To do that……’
Yeo Un-hui gazed quietly at his own hand, then clenched it firmly into a fist.
There was something he had to do first, above all else.
***
“I’ve packed some rice balls and dried meat for the road. Eat while you travel.”
Early in the morning, Yeo Un-hui accepted the Lunch Box his wife Peng Seo-yeon offered him and smiled.
“Thank you.”
“You said it would take about half a month?”
Yeo Un-hui nodded in acknowledgment.
“I don’t know what it is, but do be careful out there.”
“Forgive me for leaving so abruptly.”
Peng Seo-yeon shook her head.
“Don’t apologize. You’re not the sort to do anything foolish. Please, come back safely.”
“I will.”
“Father, when will you be back? Can’t I come with you?”
Yeo So-yul tugged at her father’s sleeve with a whimper, and Yeo Un-hui lifted her into his arms.
“Father has urgent business, little one. I’ll be back before you know it. Will you be patient and wait for me?”
“But… I want to go with Father.”
“So-yul, while I’m away, shall Mother take you to the market? I’ll buy you sweets—your favorite kind.”
“Really?”
“Of course. Should we get two today?”
“Yes, yes!”
Yeo So-yul’s sullenness melted away at the prospect of sweets, and she beamed.
He laughed softly.
Every gesture, every expression—they were precious beyond measure to him.
She was, in a sense, a daughter he had lost and regained; his love for her cut all the deeper for it.
“Then I’ll take my leave.”
With that, Yeo Un-hui set out.
After walking for some time, he glanced back—his wife and daughter were still waving.
He gestured for them to go inside and rest, but they only waved brighter in return.
A smile never left his face as he watched them.
Though parted for a time, he would miss them. Terribly.
Of course—he did not wish to be separated from his family, not for a moment.
But there was no choice.
Not if he was to secure their future.
Yeo Un-hui could not bear to lose his family again. Never again.
For that, he needed strength—enough power that no force in this world could take them from him.
But he did not possess such power now.
Only his soul had regressed; the strength he’d wielded as a Blood Demon no longer remained within him.
It was bitterly frustrating.
Without it, he could only watch as the same tragedies unfolded again.
The thought was unbearable.
Death would have been preferable.
So he decided to act at once. To gain strength.
How?
Yeo Un-hui, who once knew nothing of Martial Arts, had been called a Blood Demon.
Countless masters had fallen before him; he had brought bloodshed to the entire Martial Arts World.
All because he had obtained the Heavenly Fortune of a Divine Martial Artist.
And there was a cave where all the secrets of that Divine Martial Artist—the greatest warrior of all time—lay hidden.
He was the only person in this world who knew its location.
This time, he intended to find it far more quickly.
***
This was a memory from long ago.
“…Chase him! He couldn’t have gone far.”
Countless men swept the area with swords and torches, searching.
“Huff… huff…”
Having barely evaded capture, Yeo Un-hui clutched his blood-soaked arm and fled like a madman.
‘Damn it, damn it, damn it. Damn!’
He had failed.
Failed to kill the corrupt martial artist who had burned his Village.
Now he was running for his life, bearing a sword wound from that very man.
He had been fortunate.
His opponent had been poisoned, which allowed him to escape.
Without that stroke of luck, he would have died on the spot.
Yeo Un-hui had never learned Martial Arts.
That’s why he had prepared so meticulously.
Yet the assassination had still failed.
His target was a master said to have reached the first rank.
Facing such a master, he was no match at all.
The few stratagems he had prepared in advance proved ineffective, and without martial arts, there was nothing left for him to do.
‘To be rendered so helpless….’
It was a moment when he felt the limits of his power with crushing clarity.
Yet he could not simply die like this.
He had to kill the one who burned the village and murdered his daughter—no matter what.
To do that, he had to survive, by any means.
Once he did, another chance would come again.
“Gasp, gasp…….”
Though he had lost considerable blood, his obsession with vengeance burned all the brighter.
He fled with the stubborn desperation of a cornered animal.
But escape was not easy.
To evade pursuit, he had to burrow deeper and deeper into places where no one would ever think to look.
And so Yeo Un-hui found refuge in a cave that no one had discovered for centuries.
***
“Phew. I found it.”
Unlike in his past life, when he had been a bloodied wreck, Yeo Un-hui now stood whole and intact before a cave deep in the mountains.
It had taken him four days of walking from home to arrive at this place.
Yeo Un-hui wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled.
“My memory was hazy, but I’m glad I found it.”
The cave entrance was so overgrown with brush and bramble that it was scarcely visible at all.
With thorny vines choking the entire passage, neither beast nor man would willingly venture inside.
Yet that was precisely why he had chosen it as a refuge in his past life.
Back then, he had forced his way through the tangle of thorns, and his whole body had been shredded and torn.
He had not bled profusely, but given how wretched his condition already was, the pain and memory of that day had seared itself into him all the more vividly.
But now, things were different from then in every way.
“Very well, then.”
Swish. Swish.
Yeo Un-hui began to carefully carve out a passage into the cave.
There was no need to tear everything away.
It was enough to push the vines and brush to one side.
Soon the entrance was cleared to his satisfaction, and Yeo Un-hui slowly leaned his head inside.
But then—
“Ugh! Cough, cough!”
A sudden gust of dust rushed into his nose and mouth, nearly suffocating him.
He had been too frantic to notice it last time, but now he could see that the air at the entrance was truly foul.
He worried that breathing it in alone might give him some disease of the lungs.
Likely centuries of stagnation—no foot traffic, only overgrown vines and brush, with no ventilation at all.
And yet—
‘This much is nothing.’
Such things could not stop Yeo Un-hui.
He had long grown accustomed to pain—his entire body torn, bleeding without end.
Yeo Un-hui covered his nose and mouth with his sleeve and stepped inside without hesitation.
His eyes shone brighter than ever before.
Within this cave lay the Divine Martial Artist—the strongest figure in all of history.
All that he possessed slumbered here.

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