My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 61

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Episode 61. The Black Slaughter Corps of the Demonic Sect
“What in the world…….”
The sudden appearance of Demonic Sect members—or more precisely, the Black Slaughter Corps of the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect—had materialized before them.
The distinctive skull tattoos carved into their faces proved it.
The Black Slaughter Corps of the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect.
They were the Demonic Sect’s celebrated human weapons. Once you became their target, survival was nearly impossible—such was their infamous reputation.
But they had clearly used the word “target” when referring to the Sarin Group.
Which meant…….
“How thoughtful of you to leave the Peng Residence so much earlier than expected.”
The man who appeared to be the Black Slaughter Corps Leader smiled, a sickly grin spreading across his face.
A long, jagged scar ran across his mouth and down one cheek, making his smile appear grotesquely unnatural.
There was something deeply unsettling about it—the kind that made your skin crawl.
In any case, the sudden appearance of these Demonic Sect members sent Jo Min and the entire Sarin Group into a panic.
Worse still, a poison administered in that initial surprise attack had left every member of the Sarin Group unable to draw upon their Internal Energy.
For martial artists, was there any predicament more catastrophic than the inability to channel their Internal Energy?
“So. You’re the little brats calling yourselves the Sarin Group.”
Little brats.
Though they had all come of age by now, it remained true that the Sarin Group was painfully young compared to the average age of the Black Slaughter Corps.
‘Damn it! This isn’t good. Not good at all!’
Jo Min’s face had turned deathly pale.
He could see no way out of this situation.
A crisis. An absolute crisis.
Perhaps the worst calamity the Sarin Group had faced since its very founding had arrived at this moment.
Thrust suddenly into such a horrific situation, the faces of members who were ordinarily arrogant and reckless had gone ashen white.
They had all heard tales of the Demonic Sect countless times.
They were the very ones the Martial Alliance most fiercely opposed and feared.
Unable to channel their Internal Energy now, and with Demonic Sect cultists standing before them with eyes gleaming with malice—even the bravest could not easily endure such a sight.
As a result,
“Aaahhhhhhh!”
One of the Sarin Group members lost his composure and, his face twisted with terror, spun around and bolted.
“No, wait! Come back!”
Jo Min cried out, but it was already too late.
Even if they could channel their Internal Energy to perform Lightness Martial Arts, they would stand no chance of evading the pursuit of these superior Demonic Sect masters—mere running was nothing short of madness.
The man had clearly been driven mad by fear.
“Watch this.”
In the next instant, Black Darts appeared in the hand of one of the Demonic Sect members.
Whoosh. Whoosh-whoosh. Whoosh.
Three Black Darts streaked through the air with lethal speed, piercing the vital points of the fleeing member.
“Kaaarghhhhh!”
The member did not get far before crashing face-first to the ground.
One of the talented prospects so carefully nurtured by the Martial Alliance had died in such an ignominious manner.
“Uh. Uhhhh.”
The entire Sarin Group was gripped by terror at the sight of their fallen comrade.
Each of them trembled, acutely aware that the cold corpse sprawled before them could be their own at any moment.
Several of them had nearly bolted in panic at the same instant their companion had fled, and the realization chilled them to the bone.
“Uhhhhh…….”
When overwhelming fear descends suddenly like this, it takes its toll.
Whimpers and anguished cries escape the mouth unbidden.
Some of the Demonic Sect members chuckled at the sight; others clicked their tongues in disdain.
“Leader. These wretches are hopeless from the start, aren’t they?”
“Indeed. Not a single one of them shows any spark worth noting.”
The man called leader laughed as if he found it all absurd.
“These are the refuse who wouldn’t have survived the first selection if they were ours at the great Heavenly Demon Divine Sect. These are the talents the Martial Alliance claims to nurture? Ha. A stray dog passing by would laugh.”
“It seems the righteous sects simply produce their treasures naturally, year after year.”
“Those rotting bastards do nothing but spout flowery words dripping with false piety. Tsk, tsk.”
Chuckle.
They critiqued the Sarin Group as casually as one might appraise goods on display, and yet not a single member dared to open his mouth in retort.
Survival mattered now. Pride was irrelevant.
For all their usual arrogance and villainous posturing, they treasured that one thing above all else—their lives.
“Well. What do you want.”
Jo Min gathered every ounce of courage and opened his mouth.
“What?”
“You must want something from us.”
“Hmm, what makes you think that?”
“Because you’ve kept us alive this long.”
“Ho. So there’s at least one among you with some sense.”
He was right. If they’d meant to kill them, they would have done it already.
Like that foolish wretch who’d tried to escape alone and gotten himself slaughtered for his stupidity.
But these men—for some reason, they’d kept the Sarin Group alive, Jo Min included.
There could only be one explanation for that.
‘They must want something from us.’
He had to leverage that desire somehow.
It was the only key to surviving this nightmare.
But then—
“Listen carefully.”
What came next from the Corps Leader’s lips was nothing short of shocking.
“I’ll let one of you live—just one—if you hand over all intelligence on the Myorim Group and Wonrim Group, along with classified information from the Martial Alliance.”
“What—what are you saying?”
“Of course, afterward you become our spy. You’ll be branded with our mark and swallow your pride.”
“……!”
Every member of the Sarin Group’s eyes went wide.
Faced with a proposal too horrible to accept, they instinctively shook their heads.
Such a thing would reduce everything they’d built to nothing. They would become the ultimate traitor.
The offer was absolutely insane.
And yet—
“Let me be clear: everyone except the one I choose will die here and now.”
The Corps Leader’s next words crushed their spirits. No—there was no doubt he meant it.
They’d just watched him kill one of their own without hesitation.
The resolve in everyone’s eyes began to crumble.
Then, at that moment—
“I’ll do it!”
Someone thrust his hand into the air.
“This madman!”
“You—are you insane? Have you lost your mind?”
“Move!”
He was the same man who’d beaten a servant at the Peng Residence for getting water on his clothes, then tried to strike Yeo Un-hwi.
He stepped forward without hesitation.
Not a moment’s doubt crossed his face.
He showed no guilt at abandoning the Martial Alliance, no remorse at betraying his comrades.
That was the trigger.
In truth, pride in the righteous path—notions of honor and justice—had never mattered much to the Sarin Group members.
They’d simply clung to the glittering future promised by backing the Martial Alliance.
The moment one moved, the others’ panic took hold.
If the first one got chosen, the rest would all die. Then everything would be finished.
Soon their eyes went wild, and they began to thrash forward.
They pushed and shoved at each other, raising their hands, stepping ahead.
“I’ll do it!”
“Me! Choose me! I’ll give everything and devote myself entirely to the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect!”
“No, I’m better than all of them!”
“Get out of my way, you bastards! I raised my hand first, so I’ll be the one!”
It was the worst possible sight.
The depths of human depravity lay bare before them.
“Ha. I’ve never seen anything quite like this.”
Even the Black Slaughter Corps found it ridiculous.
Of course, they’d encouraged the betrayal, but this was the first time they’d witnessed such desperate scrabbling, every last one of them scrambling forward without exception, shoving each other to survive.
It was the behavior of beasts without shame.
‘Wait—there’s still one left.’
While the rest volunteered madly to become spies, only Danju Jo Min stood silent, his eyes fixed on the wreckage of the moment.
“Enough.”
The Demonic Sect’s Black Slaughter Corps Leader fixed the scrambling Sarin Group members with a cold stare.
“As I said before, we don’t need all of you. And if we’re being selective, we’d prefer someone who knows as much information as possible…….”
The Black Slaughter Corps Leader’s gaze turned toward Jo Min.
“What do you say?”
“You mean me?”
Jo Min opened his mouth as the Black Slaughter Corps Leader’s eyes fell upon him.
“Yes. We’d prefer you, if we’re honest.”
It was an obvious choice.
The Group Leader Jo Min would surely know far more about the Martial Alliance’s inner workings than the ordinary members, and his future usefulness would be considerably higher.
“But what kind of logic is this!”
“Logic? We make the rules.”
At the Black Slaughter Corps Leader’s firm words, every eye in the Sarin Group turned toward Jo Min.
In an instant, they had all become like dogs chasing chickens, utterly helpless.
Jo Min’s gaze naturally drifted toward his members.
They shook their heads, as if urging him to refuse.
‘Selfish bastards.’
Jo Min felt a wave of disbelief wash over him.
He’d never expected friendship or camaraderie—such things had never been his nature—but this…….
Revulsion rose in his throat.
And now he understood something with perfect clarity.
So this is all we amount to. We…….
Very well, then.
‘I have to survive.’
In that moment, Jo Min’s eyes hardened with resolve.
He had made his choice.
“…I accept.”
“Group Leader! How could you!”
Having made his decision, Jo Min no longer looked at his members.
From the moment he accepted that proposal, they ceased to be his companions.
They were merely traitors who had abandoned each other.
“Come stand beside me.”
At the Black Slaughter Corps Leader’s command, Jo Min moved without sparing his members a glance.
Immediately, the members lunged at him in a frenzy, hurling curses as if fighting for their lives.
“Jo Min, you bastard!”
“You worthless scum! You’ll burn in hell for this!”
As if Jo Min alone were responsible for their deaths, they rushed forward in a fury, but even their rage was blocked by the Black Slaughter Corps soldiers and came to nothing.
Soon, standing beside the Leader, Jo Min spoke to him.
“I have a request.”
“Hmm? A request?”
The Black Slaughter Corps Leader repeated the words, and Jo Min nodded.
“What is it? Speak.”
“Them.”
“Hmm?”
“Please dispose of them all quickly, before my eyes.”
“What? Ha! Kha-ha-ha-ha! Yes. I see. I’ll do it. We were going to anyway.”
He was genuinely insane—thoroughly, irredeemably so.
He was asking for the swift execution of men who, mere moments before, had been his subordinates.
The Black Slaughter Corps Leader found himself thinking that perhaps Jo Min was exactly the kind of talent suited to the Demonic Sect.
The Leader nodded, and the Black Slaughter Corps soldiers began drawing their weapons.
“No. No. How could this happen. How could this be.”
“This is a dream. Damn it. This has to be a dream.”
The members of the Sarin Group sensed that their fate was drawing to a close.
They could not have imagined it.
That the bright future they had believed awaited them would end so miserably.
“It’s not my fault. There was nothing I could do. It’s not my fault.”
Jo Min muttered these words over and over, his eyes squeezed shut.
Just as the Black Slaughter Corps’s blades were about to descend upon the Sarin Group members.
“Ha. Already sent one on his way. Quick work.”
The voice of some stranger suddenly rang out.
As if by agreement, everyone’s gaze turned in that direction.
It was toward the corpse of a Sarin Group member who had died while attempting to flee.
A man gazed down at the corpse, clicking his tongue in disapproval, then rose to his feet.
In his hand he held the sword that had belonged to the dead member.
His eyes gleamed coldly as he spoke.
“Daring to pull such a stunt in front of someone else’s home—you’d better be prepared for the consequences.”
He was Yeo Un-hwi.

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