Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 393

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Chapter 393
“I don’t know when, but there will come a time when the Alliance Leader’s… no, Senior Gun’s strength will be needed.”
“….”
“At that moment, help me without question or hesitation. Then I will bury what happened today.”
-And I will promise you the second scenario instead of the first.
Both words and Jeonum reached his ears simultaneously.
Gun Mu-gyeol closed his mouth.
Even that brilliant mind of Gun Mu-gyeol’s.
Even the mask he wore.
Meant nothing in this situation.
It was all over.
A complete defeat.
And so the answer was already determined.
“…Very well.”
“I appreciate it, but as both you and I know well, a promise of mere words holds little meaning.”
Seol Woon-hwi withdrew a sheet of paper from his Storage Bag.
Written upon it were these words:
-I, Gun Mu-gyeol, shall provide unconditional aid to Seol Woon-hwi once, upon his request.
Seol Woon-hwi extended the paper.
“Will you sign it with your blood, Senior?”
“…How long have you been planning this situation?”
Seol Woon-hwi saw no reason to hide it.
“Since the Mixed Path Demon Flame Palace.”
“….”
“I told you then, didn’t I? That I had no immediate intention of meeting, but since we have met, I would act accordingly.”
He had indeed said precisely that.
“That is all, Senior.”
Gun Mu-gyeol exhaled deeply and gazed skyward.
A defeat this thorough… I cannot remember the last time.
He silently drew blood from his palm and inscribed his name upon the paper.
Seol Woon-hwi quietly tucked the paper into his robe and assumed the Embracing Fist salute.
Then he added:
“Ah, and the second trial was interrupted midway, was it not?”
“…That is what happened.”
“But strictly speaking, it was interrupted due to a Martial Alliance matter, not through any fault of the participants.”
“….”
“Therefore, rankings must be determined, and as you well know, there were issues with the Formation Technique’s level as well.”
Seol Woon-hwi, releasing the salute, pointed toward the lifeless Zhuge Yeong-hyeon.
“My Elder Sister endured the Formation Technique that this man manipulated and escaped safely. Surely she deserves the championship—what do you think?”
“…I agree.”
“I would appreciate it if you could handle that matter as well.”
“So it shall be.”
I performed the Embracing Fist salute once more.
“Thank you, Alliance Leader.”
Gun Mu-gyeol had suffered total defeat, and I had completely seized control of the Central Plains.
* * *
As my group departed from the Martial Alliance, no one spoke for some time.
Not I, nor Seol Yeon-hwa.
Not even Kang Cheon-u.
Everyone remained silent.
Kang Cheon-u and I, who had been leading at the front, gradually slowed our pace. In the middle of the open field, Kang Cheon-u finally spoke.
“So then.”
He turned his head to look at me.
“What exactly are you scheming?”
Having said that, Kang Cheon-u immediately shook his head.
“No, I have the order wrong.”
Kang Cheon-u’s voice dropped low.
“Thank you. Thanks to you, I was able to ascend to Primordial Sole Existence.”
He slowly performed the Embracing Fist salute.
He bowed deeply at the waist.
This was not some casual greeting offered to a junior in the Murim.
It was a gesture of respect befitting a true benefactor—one who was his equal, or perhaps even his superior.
I received his salute and spoke.
“I am grateful for your courtesy, Senior, yet I believe there is no kindness in this world without a price.”
“I agree.”
Kang Cheon-u raised his head.
His gaze was serious.
“It does not seem you elevated me to Primordial Sole Existence merely to counter Gun Mu-gyeol. Surely you have some greater design in mind. Am I correct?”
“Yes.”
“Then I must hear what that design is.”
I spoke briefly.
“I wish for the Murim to know peace.”
“…Peace?”
Kang Cheon-u’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Yes. At least for ten years—I hope that during this period, the Era of Great Peace will be maintained without major upheaval. That is what I desire.”
Kang Cheon-u wiped his face.
He could not comprehend it.
The price for a chance to ascend to Primordial Sole Existence was an Era of Great Peace?
This made no sense.
The power I now possessed was not of such a caliber.
All three major powers of the Central Plains owed Seol Woon-hwi a debt.
Gun Mu-gyeol of the Martial Alliance.
Kang Cheon-u of the Four Heaven Alliance.
Seol Jung-cheon of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace.
All three of them had ascended to Primordial Sole Existence thanks to me.
Which meant.
A single word from me determined the direction of the Central Plains.
‘Let us subjugate the Original Blood Sect.’
If I were to speak thus?
Both Gun Mu-gyeol and Kang Cheon-u would have no choice but to move.
If the Four Heaven Alliance and the Martial Alliance stirred, if the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance stirred, if the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace stirred.
Then ultimately, the Murim would be engulfed in the flames of war by my will alone.
A man wielding such power desires an era of great peace?
Kang Cheon-u pondered deeply, then tilted his head in confusion.
The starting point of this tale.
The reason I had no choice but to move.
“You speak of Gun Mu-gyeol, then.”
I nodded and spoke.
“Precisely. Had Gun Mu-gyeol ascended to Primordial Sole Existence before you, Senior, he would have waged war.”
“…And the justification?”
“He may lack one now, but he would certainly fabricate one later.”
“…Is he in such haste?”
“Rather than haste.”
I paused for a moment.
“It would be more accurate to say he does not wish to miss an opportune moment.”
Kang Cheon-u’s expression grew deeply troubled.
“I suspected Gun Mu-gyeol was two-faced, but to that extent?”
“Yes.”
My voice turned cold and grave.
“Above all, had Gun Mu-gyeol committed himself to such a course, there would have been nothing you could do, Senior.”
Kang Cheon-u furrowed his brow.
“Even so, you were only a half-step away from Great Void Formless and Primordial Sole Existence, so some countermeasure should have been possible.”
He studied my expression.
“Your face suggests there is something else.”
I glanced around my surroundings.
Confirming no eyes were watching, I spoke quietly.
“Senior.”
“Speak.”
“Do you know of the Hwan-myeong Group?”
“…The Hwan-myeong Group?”
Kang Cheon-u’s eyes shifted.
“Ah, I see. Isn’t that one of the most troublesome organizations lately? And connected to you, no less.”
“To be precise, it’s less that I’m connected to them and more that I’ve become entangled with them.”
“Is there a difference?”
“There is.”
“So then? Why does this Hwan-myeong Group suddenly rear its head?”
Seol Woon-hwi spoke in a quiet voice.
“It seems internal discipline needs to be enforced.”
“…Internal, you say.”
Kang Cheon-u’s expression hardened.
“The One-Eyed Dragon Elder, Gwak Seung-han.”
“…”
“He is the Deputy Leader of the Hwan-myeong Group.”
“…Deputy Leader, is it.”
Kang Cheon-u’s voice cracked.
“From what I’ve heard, the Hwan-myeong Group has a Group Leader at the top, a Deputy Leader beneath him, then the Hwan-myeong Envoys below that, and ordinary members at the base.”
“Yes.”
“Elder Gwak is the Deputy Leader of the Hwan-myeong Group?”
As Seol Woon-hwi nodded, Kang Cheon-u drew a deep breath.
“Hard to believe.”
He looked directly at Seol Woon-hwi.
“But you’re not the type to lie in a situation like this.”
“…”
“So what would you have me do?”
Seol Woon-hwi spoke calmly.
“Please handle Gwak Seung-han cleanly, Senior.”
“I shall. And what comes next?”
Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes gleamed.
“Vice Alliance Leader Mo Yong Nam-cheon.”
At that name, Kang Cheon-u’s brow furrowed deeply.
Given the context of the conversation, the fact that Mo Yong Nam-cheon’s name appeared here meant…
“…Surely not.”
“The likelihood is high.”
Kang Cheon-u clenched his teeth.
Mo Yong Nam-cheon.
Vice Alliance Leader of the Four Heaven Alliance.
He was part of the Hwan-myeong Group?
“Send him to me.”
“Mo Yong Nam-cheon?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“There is something we must discuss alone.”
Kang Cheon-u fell silent for a moment.
Seol Woon-hwi added to his words.
“I mention this just in case, but this is a request.”
Kang Cheon-u scratched his head.
“A request, you say? Very well, I shall send them away.”
“Thank you.”
Kang Cheon-u drew slightly closer to Seol Woon-hwi.
His voice dropped low.
“But tell me this.”
“Yes.”
“You truly have no schemes in mind?”
Seol Woon-hwi kept his mouth sealed.
Kang Cheon-u continued.
“No matter how much I give you the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom, or hand over Mo Yong Nam-cheon the Vice Alliance Leader, or beat to death an Elder from the remnants of the Hwan-myeong Group.”
He paused for a moment.
“You have elevated me to Primordial Sole Existence.”
“….”
“This cannot possibly be settled with mere trifles, can it?”
Even I could not deny this.
No, not just I, but all martial artists cannot deny it.
Primordial Sole Existence.
A realm that martial artists cannot reach even in their dreams.
The absolute realm where heaven and earth, all things, merge into one.
Whether Kang Cheon-u or Gun Mu-gyeol, even if these two men were to ascend to that realm in the near future without my aid, it would be meaningless in this present moment.
I directly aided them.
Because of me.
Because of who I am, these two men have reached Primordial Sole Existence.
I have grasped the supreme control that a martial artist can possess.
Such a person as I desires an Era of Great Peace? Viewed differently, this means that events capable of shattering that peace might occur.
Kang Cheon-u possessed such insight.
I spoke in a quiet voice.
“I am preparing for it.”
“…Preparing?”
“My people harbor a dream.”
“….”
“In the process of fulfilling that dream, I must stand at the vanguard in some form.”
“A dream, you say….”
Kang Cheon-u gazed at me.
“I wish to minimize the enemies that will emerge when that dream is realized. It is preparation for that.”
“Difficult. So very difficult.”
Kang Cheon-u scratched his head.
What scheme was he plotting, exactly?
Yet Kang Cheon-u asked nothing further.
There was no need to know.
He placed a hand upon my shoulder.
“Whatever it may be, I shall stand with you.”
“Your words alone are gratitude enough.”
Kang Cheon-u chuckled softly.
“Go now. I shall send Mo Yong Nam-cheon to you shortly, so handle matters as you see fit.”
“Understood.”
“And one more thing.”
Kang Cheon-u added.
“Sichuan has far more to see than Gongneung here—would you not consider visiting sometime?”
“I shall give that serious consideration as well.”
Kang Cheon-u nodded and turned, walking away as he had done before, showing only his departing figure.
One step, two steps.
Soon his physical body scattered like smoke.
Manager Seong approached me, standing quietly.
“Was it difficult?”
Manager Seong laughed softly at my question.
“Difficult? Not at all.”
“Your contribution to this matter is undeniably great.”
“Contribution? Forget it. I did this for you, Young Master—just buy me some fine liquor later.”
“I shall procure something expensive.”
So saying, I turned my head.
There stood Ha Baek-hyeon and Seol Yeon-hwa.
At that moment, Ha Baek-hyeon also turned his head.
Our eyes met.
—You’ve endured much.
Ha Baek-hyeon chuckled.
—So now you trust me?
—I cannot grant trust so long as your ties to Heaven Gate remain unbroken.
—I have already severed myself from Heaven Gate.
—You merely believe that to be so.
—….
—You were once of Heaven Gate, yet you seem ignorant of how tenacious they truly are.
—….
—Still, you are capable enough to entrust with tasks. Rest well.
Ha Baek-hyeon scratched his head.
Seol Woon-hwi.
Certainly, he was not an easy man to deal with.

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