Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 283

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Chapter 283
Chapter 1
Manager Seong gazed warmly at Seol Woon-hwi, who sat near a tree and carefully examined the documents.
Perhaps it was another confirmation that despite Seol Woon-hwi’s protests, he was ultimately walking the righteous path.
Seol Ho-ryeong now occupied an extraordinarily important position.
As the Young Palace Lord of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, there was no need for further explanation—but placing an inescapable debt of gratitude upon such a Young Palace Lord was invaluable.
It would prove immensely beneficial in countless ways.
Should Woo Hwang-seok request assistance from Seol Ho-ryeong from his perspective, and if it concerned matters of war, Seol Ho-ryeong would have no choice but to act.
For he had received the Great Restoration Pill.
Though Seol Woon-hwi had obtained the manufacturing method from the Secret Realm of Shaolin Temple, crafting a single complete pill required at least several decades, while producing a degraded version with only partial efficacy would take years.
To receive such a Great Restoration Pill and dismiss it was unthinkable.
This was no jest—it was a matter that anyone, in any circumstance, would have to resolve.
Manager Seong understood that such debts of gratitude would later manifest as tremendous complications.
History had proven this.
That Seol Woon-hwi had cleared this debt meant the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace still dwelled within his heart.
This was why Manager Seong could not help but smile.
Seo Hyo approached Manager Seong quietly and asked.
“What has transpired?”
Manager Seong recounted to Seo Hyo all that had occurred.
After hearing everything, Seo Hyo’s assessment was simple.
“Perfect.”
It was an outcome beyond reproach.
Seo Hyo understood—Seol Woon-hwi now moved by his own free will.
Then what could possibly restrain such a Seol Woon-hwi?
One thing.
The Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace.
Just as Seol Woon-hwi valued debts of gratitude, so too did Seol Jung-cheon and Seol Ho-ryeong.
The debt Woo Hwang-seok owed to Seol Ho-ryeong would likely return as a formidable blade in the future. Beyond merely preventing that possibility, they had taken Woo Hwang-seok and So Ye-hwa as hostages.
They would be unable to leave Aesun County without Seol Woon-hwi’s permission.
“It is truly admirable. Was this planned from the beginning?”
Manager Seong shrugged.
“Of course. He is none other than the Heavenly Righteous Arbiter himself.”
As Seo Hyo regarded Manager Seong with an enigmatic expression, Manager Seong posed a question.
“But will you truly do it?”
“If ordered, what choice do I have?”
Seo Hyo’s transfer to the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance’s jurisdiction was not merely to provide information.
“As an Elder of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance, your position would rank below that of the Heavenly Righteous Arbiter’s Dharma Protector.”
At Manager Seong’s jest, Seo Hyo let out a hollow laugh.
“Are we the sort to concern ourselves with rank?”
It was at that very moment.
I suddenly found myself wondering about this.
What future did Seol Woon-hwi envision for the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance?
Where had he been looking when he began this path?
The answer to that question came surprisingly easily.
The expressions of the two men hardened simultaneously.
And moments later, Han Mu-rin’s expression, who had been silent until now, also grew taut.
Three men turned their heads at once.
A white-haired elder with a subtle crimson aura was approaching.
“…He certainly knows how to command the atmosphere every time he arrives.”
Seo Hyo asked Manager Seong, who was muttering under his breath, through Jeonum.
-So that’s Yeom Wang. Is that man truly the Vice Leader of Muk Se-hoe?
Manager Seong nodded, and Seo Hyo’s brow furrowed slightly.
I had thought Yu Cheong of the Origin Blood Sect was no ordinary man.
No, rather, I had deemed him a remarkable man, beyond merely being formidable.
But I had not anticipated this level of capability.
A military force composed entirely of masters from the previous generation.
What was even more impressive was how thoroughly he had concealed that force.
Until I heard it from Seol Woon-hwi, I had no knowledge of it—this revealed the extent of Yu Cheong’s control.
My gaze fixed upon Yeom Wang.
Yeom Wang Hwa Mu-nyeom.
This man had not shown himself anywhere for over a decade.
Yet such a man was the Vice Leader of Muk Se-hoe?
It was remarkable that Seol Woon-hwi had brought this man into Muk Se-hoe, and it was equally impressive that he had persuaded someone so elusive.
What words could possibly have swayed him?
And in that instant, my mind blazed with clarity.
Manager Seong’s mind also blazed with the same realization.
The two men exchanged glances. They were clearly thinking the same thing.
What picture was Seol Woon-hwi painting?
It became clear with Hwa Mu-nyeom’s arrival.
As he stood before Seol Woon-hwi, Seol Woon-hwi set down the letter.
“I have been waiting for you, Senior.”
“You said you wanted to meet me urgently. Speak your mind.”
“I will speak without reservation. I need one Heavenly-ranked Martial Artist and at least four Earth-ranked Martial Artists, along with roughly fifty Human-ranked Martial Artists under their command.”
Hwa Mu-nyeom’s brow narrowed.
“…Those men live in the shadows, so where do you intend to use them?”
“Why do you ask when you already know?”
Seol Woon-hwi spoke briefly, a subtle smile playing at his lips.
“I intend to fill the vacancies in the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance with Muk Se-hoe.”
Hwa Mu-nyeom’s eyes widened, and so did Seo Hyo’s.
This was not a matter to be taken lightly.
Who is Seol Woon-hwi fighting right now?
Cheon Rim’s Main Forest—in other words, Ihwageomseonchong.
But you’re filling Seol Woon-hwi’s forces with Muk Se-hoe members?
If so, this could easily be seen as a conflict between Cheon Rim and Muk Se-hoe.
“…This is not a matter to be taken lightly. Yeon Song-baek, both the Rim Lord of Cheon Rim and the Sect Master of Ihwageomseonchong, is no ordinary figure. How could we create a scenario where Cheon Rim and Muk Se-hoe, who share the same ideals, clash?”
Seol Woon-hwi stepped forward.
“I’m a bit confused about something. Didn’t you tell me before that you would unify the Murim under a new order—the Thousand Year Demon Cult?”
“I did.”
“Then why do you work so secretively?”
Hwa Mu-nyeom’s eyes shifted.
“What do you mean?”
“Both Cheon Rim and Muk Se-hoe move in the shadows, don’t they? Yu Cheong hides within the Origin Blood Sect, and you hide within Muk Se-hoe.”
Seol Woon-hwi stepped closer and spoke.
“Is this how true order is created? By concealing identities, pulling strings from behind, scheming…is this truly the way?”
“Caution is necessary. If we act rashly….”
“Then how long will you remain hidden?”
Seol Woon-hwi cut off Hwa Mu-nyeom’s words.
“Ten years? Twenty years? Or will you wait another hundred?”
“Do you understand what you’re saying right now?”
“I cannot help but understand.”
Conviction rang through Seol Woon-hwi’s voice.
“I believe that a direct confrontation between Cheon Rim and Muk Se-hoe is the true beginning. Just because they share the same ideals doesn’t mean they must walk the same path.”
Hwa Mu-nyeom fell silent for a moment.
“Consider it differently. Both Cheon Rim and Muk Se-hoe desire the restoration of the Thousand Year Demon Cult, yet they only work in the shadows. Will you establish a new order from within darkness? It should be the opposite. What if these two organizations were to unite as one?”
“….”
“Whether it’s Seo Hyo over there, or the senior before my eyes, or the Earth and Human-ranked Martial Artists of Muk Se-hoe whom I haven’t seen—they are all exceptional individuals without question. That all these people remain divided is the height of inefficiency. Wouldn’t it be right to unite them, create a seed, and bring forth new life?”
Seo Hyo, Manager Seong, Han Mu-rin, and even Hwa Mu-nyeom all stood with slack jaws and vacant expressions.
Seol Woon-hwi stepped forward once more.
Now he stood at an extremely close distance from Hwa Mu-nyeom—barely a hand’s breadth apart.
“Senior Hwa, you know this better than I do, don’t you?”
“…What are you referring to?”
“Order is created by the strong. But in this world, there are no strong ones hiding in shadows. How could such beings ever create order?”
Hwa Mu-nyeom slowly nodded.
“…An intriguing perspective. But much will be sacrificed in that process.”
“It’s already being sacrificed.”
Seol Woon-hwi was no fool.
Why had Jang I-cheong left Muk Se-hoe?
And why had he thrown in his lot with Ihwageomseonchong?
Muk Se-hoe’s methods were even more bleak than those of Ihwageomseonchong.
The fact that Seo Hyo hadn’t known meant quite literally that they had ‘done nothing at all’.
How many of them had simply breathed their last in the shadows, accomplishing nothing?
Seol Woon-hwi was making inferences based on the unfolding situation, but Hwa Mu-nyeom was confirming facts through experience.
My heart ached.
Those who had died.
Jang I-cheong had said fewer than ten, but Hwa Mu-nyeom knew otherwise. As the deputy leader of the Muk Se-hoe, he maintained the roster of all members.
That roster meticulously recorded everyone who had joined and died over the years.
Though the Muk Se-hoe’s history spanned only fifty years, over a hundred members had simply breathed in the shadows and perished without accomplishing anything.
Seol Woon-hwi’s approach directly contradicted that path.
“A martial artist’s final moment must come on the battlefield. Anything else is nothing but a dog’s death.”
“….”
“You’ve clearly already judged what is right, yet you still hesitate. The reason for that hesitation is—”
Seol Woon-hwi’s pupils gleamed.
“Because of the Leader?”
“….”
“Or is it because of Yu Cheong?”
In that instant, Hwa Mu-nyeom’s hand seized Seol Woon-hwi’s arm.
“…I have always admired your boldness. But I thought one day it would cross a line—and it seems that day is today.”
Just as Seol Woon-hwi had been serious, so too was Hwa Mu-nyeom.
“I decided to enter the game you laid out, but if the nature of that game changes like this, I too must keep my distance. However, that can still be seen as a rational conflict arising from the decision-making process. But mentioning ‘that person’s’ name—that is another matter entirely.”
Slowly.
A smile formed at the corner of Seol Woon-hwi’s mouth.
“How disappointing.”
“…What?”
“All those grand words you spoke of—the restoration of the Thousand Year Demon Cult, the creation of a new order—does it all rest in the hands of a single person?”
Seol Woon-hwi’s voice turned cold.
“Without Yu Cheong, the Thousand Year Demon Cult cannot be restored, and a new order cannot be created?”
Hwa Mu-nyeom’s grip tightened, but Seol Woon-hwi paid it no mind.
Seol Woon-hwi met Hwa Mu-nyeom’s gaze directly and spoke.
“What is your true aspiration, Senior? Is it to spread the will of Yu Cheong throughout the world, or is it to restore the Thousand Year Demon Cult with your own hands before death and bring true order to the Murim?”
“….”
“As you well know, those two are as different as heaven and earth. If it is the former, you are merely Yu Cheong’s subordinate. No matter what title of deputy leader you hold, you will simply spend your life in the shadows and die.”
“….”

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