Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 28

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Chapter 28

Well.

I don’t know what to say.

Cheon Su-gang was at a loss for words for the first time in a while.

Was he such a free-spirited man?

How could that damn bastard change like that?

Seol Woon-hwi might not know it, but he’s very famous.

Usually when people mention the bastard of Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, most people think of Seol Woon-hwi. That’s how well-known he is.

He said.

“It’s my first time meeting you. I’m Seol Woon-hwi, branch leader of Seol-ap.”

“Hehehe… Nice to meet you. I’m Cheon Su-gang of the Beggar Sect. I serve as deputy chief of Geonkon Castle.”

Once again, a smile formed on Seol Woon-hwi’s lips.

That same smile from before.

Why is he smiling like that?

“Honestly, I didn’t expect this.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I had known that none other than senior, famous for the alias Iron Hand Ghost, would come personally, I would have prepared a feast. It’s quite regrettable…”

“Hey, you bastard! You’ve been smiling constantly since earlier, but is this really a situation to be smiling about!”

Seol Woon-hwi’s gaze turned to the man beside Cheon Su-gang.

It was Won Sam, the branch chief of Yang-ryeong’s Beggar Sect branch, but unfortunately Woon-hwi didn’t know about such a person.

The fact that he looked at him briefly then turned back to Cheon Su-gang meant exactly that.

“Senior.”

“You seem to have something to say, so speak.”

“Yes. Then I’ll speak without reservation. Has the Beggar Sect’s prestige fallen to this level?”

Cheon Su-gang blinked.

What the hell was he talking about all of a sudden?

“The hierarchy is truly a mess.”

“…”

“When a superior is speaking, how dare a subordinate interrupt?”

At those words, Won Sam became greatly enraged, but Cheon Su-gang pressed down firmly on his shoulder.

He couldn’t even predict when the hand had been placed there.

This was the movement of a master who had reached the Body Establishment Boundary.

Won Sam swallowed his saliva and was about to keep his mouth shut when Seol Woon-hwi’s following words made his anger rise to the top of his head.

“You seem to want a serious conversation, so get rid of that thing.”

That thing.

He had referred to a person as “that thing.”

Won Sam’s body began trembling at Seol Woon-hwi’s words that treated him like an object, not even treating him as human, but once again Cheon Su-gang’s hand pressed down on Won Sam.

It meant to calm down and not to interfere.

Cheon Su-gang said with a smile.

“…Hehe… He may not look like much, but he’s the branch chief in charge of our Beggar Sect’s Yang-ryeong branch.”

“I’m not interested. Whether he’s a branch chief or whatever, that bastard has already proven his own worth.”

“Proven…?”

“A guy without authority is showing he doesn’t know his place. He can’t understand who’s responsible and who should speak in this situation – at that level, isn’t his true nature completely exposed? Senior.”

“I’m listening.”

“Is this the Beggar Sect?”

“…”

“No matter how much of a beggar, does it make sense for someone in charge of a regional branch to be this stupid?”

Woon-hwi’s gaze was emotionless.

And Cheon Su-gang, who met that gaze.

Showed a reaction that puzzled Won Sam beside him, the watching branch members, and even Manager Seong.

“Ha… Hahahahahahahahahaha-!!”

He began bursting into ear-splitting mad laughter.

“Hahahahahaha-!!”

His mad laughter didn’t stop easily.

Woon-hwi watched him silently.

Manager Seong had definitely said this.

That he wasn’t someone who should come to this place, Seol-ap.

Normally he wouldn’t have agreed with those words, but this time was a bit different.

Seeing it directly, that was right.

It wasn’t because he was a Body Establishment Boundary master or Divine Transformation Realm master.

Iron Hand Ghost Cheon Su-gang.

Famous for his alias meaning a ghost with iron hands, he would become known as the future Hegemon Beggar.

The fact that he got the alias of being the king of beggars despite not even being the sect leader of the Beggar Sect meant he had already achieved such accomplishments.

Woon-hwi thought.

That fate was more ironic than expected.

Just looking at his deeds, he was truly a pitiful man.

He acted on what he believed was right, and in that process committed countless killings.

He especially killed many demon cultists.

The Origin Blood Sect’s Poison Snake Valley suffered great damage from him, and the Thunder Lightning Demon Sect also suffered damage.

Though not as much as the Origin Blood Sect, the Four Demonic Outer Sects, four demonic sects that revered the demonic path, also suffered damage from him, and among them were groups that nearly faced complete annihilation.

Such a man was captured without any sound or news, had his dantian destroyed, then died under torture.

It’s a fundamental question.

Why was he kidnapped?

How could a master among masters who reached ‘Dao Transformation Authority Truth’ be kidnapped?

It was simple.

The sect leader of the Beggar Sect had sold him out.

In fact, that was correct.

In operating a faction, Cheon Su-gang was core among the core of the Beggar Sect, to the point of earning the ridiculous alias of Hegemon Beggar.

What would be the position of the deputy sect leader and sect leader?

When a hunting dog’s head grows too big, it’s natural to devour it.

He was devoured and could never die easily. He was tortured again and again.

Nevertheless, with his steadfast mental strength, he gave some information to Woon-hwi who visited by chance and made a request.

To kill him.

So he killed him.

Woon-hwi truly didn’t expect to see Cheon Su-gang here in Seol-ap.

* * *

Everyone watched Cheon Su-gang’s mad laughter.

At some point, his laughter stopped abruptly.

“Good. I think I know what kind of man you are.”

“What kind of man am I?”

“Rumors are just rumors, I think you’re a manly man.”

“They say praise makes even bears dance, but unfortunately I have no talent for dancing.”

“That’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I’ll appreciate your dance later. If there’s an opportunity.”

It was a suddenly harmonious conversation, but examining its inner meaning, it was absolutely not harmonious.

Cheon Su-gang had already laid the groundwork.

A manly man.

“As a man, how do you intend to take responsibility for this incident?”

Having lifted him up, now discussing rewards and punishments from that elevated position—this was Cheon Su-gang’s way of speaking.

Woon-hwi smiled faintly.

“Why should I take that responsibility?”

“…Then who should take it?”

Still wearing a smile, Woon-hwi took a step forward.

“I have something I’d like to ask. In front of the ‘Branch Leader of Seol-ap,’ a mere Il Gyeol-gae dismissed me with a wave of his hand, claiming his section chief wasn’t present. As if he were my superior. And he threatened me by invoking the name of the Beggar Sect.”

“…So you shattered his limbs? No matter how rude he was…”

“How is that rudeness?”

“Isn’t it?”

“That wasn’t rudeness—it was betrayal.”

At these words, the eyes of Cheon Su-gang and everyone around widened. It was an unexpected word. Betrayal?

“Is that truly the way of a beggar who receives martial arts?”

“…Ah… So that’s why you call it betrayal…?”

“The beggars of the Beggar Sect can receive martial arts because they have the qualifications for it. If they lack qualifications, they shouldn’t partake of martial arts. Il Gyeol-gae abandoned those qualifications himself.”

Receiving martial arts… Though the overall conversation was reproachful, it was truly pleasant language to hear.

Frankly speaking, no matter how much of a beggar one might be, being openly mocked as a beggar would anger anyone. The expression of ‘receiving martial arts’ rather than begging for food here and there was tantamount to elevating the value of the Beggar Sect itself.

At this point, Cheon Su-gang’s heart had already softened. From now on, it was purely curiosity about the man called Seol Woon-hwi.

“Then why did you kill Sam Gyeol-gae?”

Woon-hwi quietly took out a ledger from his robes and handed it directly to Cheon Su-gang.

“…This is…?”

“Yes. It’s a ledger.”

For a moment, Won Sam’s eyes beside him gleamed, but Cheon Su-gang restrained him. If he hadn’t, Won Sam would have torn up that ledger immediately without regard for consequences.

“Why are you giving this to me?”

“There’s no reason not to.”

“…No, there is a reason. What if I burn this?”

“That would mean the Beggar Sect receives something other than martial arts.”

“…You leave me speechless.”

“You won’t be. You probably have one more thing to say.”

Cheon Su-gang became interested. Really… On the surface, he just looked like a young, green boy, yet how could he speak like a veteran expert who had rolled around in Murim for ages?

As he said, there was one more thing.

“Before killing Sam Gyeol-gae Chwi Ui-gae, you also killed one Yi Gyeol-gae. Why did you kill him?”

“I killed him in order to kill Sam Gyeol-gae.”

“…You’re saying there was no reason?”

“I told you, didn’t I? I killed him in order to kill Sam Gyeol-gae Chwi Ui-gae.”

“…”

“You seem to have a slight misunderstanding, but if I had needed to kill all the beggars of the Beggar Sect present in that place to kill Sam Gyeol-gae, I would have killed them all without a moment’s hesitation.”

“…Huh…”

“That’s what vengeance is like. Isn’t it?”

At those words, Cheon Su-gang seemed shocked and closed his mouth.

It wasn’t wrong at all.

Woon-hwi’s words were right and right again.

What is vengeance?

In upholding it, there should be no excuses whatsoever.

If there’s someone to kill, killing them is right, and killing those around them is also right.

Rooting out completely.

That’s the foundation. To settle a grudge, one must uproot the opponent’s very roots. But most people in Murim don’t do that.

They compromise in the middle.

Their method of settling grudges is half-hearted.

Woon-hwi’s approach actually touched the source.

Could this really be the words of a mere seventeen-year-old man?

“…The source is… no… no.”

Muttering thus, Cheon Su-gang quietly skimmed through the ledger. Then at some point he stopped and immediately glared at Won Sam.

Won Sam flinched. And taking advantage of that gap, Woon-hwi continued speaking.

“As you can see, it contains all the flow of money that Ya Woon-sang fed to the Beggar Sect’s Seol-ap branch and to Yang-ryeong. As for Won Sam standing there beside you, there’s no need to say more.”

“…”

“The records of bribes are clearly written there, so how can you discuss the word ‘responsibility’ before me?”

“…Hmm…”

“Senior. I’m asking seriously, but does someone who took money and sold out the land he should protect have the qualifications to receive martial arts?”

Instantly, Cheon Su-gang’s expression turned cold.

To be clear, it wasn’t directed at Woon-hwi.

Cheon Su-gang’s hand moved at lightning speed.

Crack-!

He burst Won Sam’s head.

The atmosphere changed completely in an instant. Everyone except Manager Seong and Seol Woon-hwi was flustered by this situation.

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