The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 100
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Legend of the Evil Martial God
Chapter 100
He writhed in agony, his body pressed flat against the ground from the pain.
“That’s right. That’s the posture.”
Then he grabbed his head and lifted it up.
“Now, prostrate yourself three times.”
Thud- Thud- Thud-.
He repeatedly lifted and slammed down his entire upper body with force.
“You must bow your head nine times.”
Bang- Bang- Bang- Bang-!
He forcefully struck his head against the ground nine times.
Blood flowing from his split forehead and completely crushed nose was smeared all over the Minister of War’s face.
“Now, you must remain prostrated until His Majesty tells you to speak, right?”
Bang-!
He slammed his upper body down hard against the ground again.
The Minister of War said nothing.
He had fainted while foaming at the mouth.
Though Jeok Wigang’s actions were cruel, it felt refreshing.
It felt like all the pent-up frustration was flying away.
Now the Minister of War would surely come to his senses.
Such expectations arose.
His faith in Jeok Wigang grew even stronger.
“Let us call the Royal Physician to treat the Minister of War.”
“Your Majesty. It’s not over yet.”
“Hm? Didn’t he faint?”
“This bastard hasn’t yet said he’ll properly serve Your Majesty.”
“How can he speak when he’s fainted?”
“He should have done it before fainting.”
“Wake him up and ask him.”
“We cannot ask him. He must speak of his own accord.”
“Then how?”
“We must heal him and do it again.”
“Ah! Magic Arts!”
“That’s correct. Then I shall begin.”
As Ju Seo-gi nodded, he immediately recited an incantation and healed the Minister of War.
Crack- Pop-.
His broken legs returned to their original state and his shattered facial bones were restored to normal.
The blood on his face remained as it was.
“Huh. How amazing.”
Ju Seo-gi watched in admiration as he observed the miracle Jeok Wigang was displaying.
Though all his injuries were healed, the Minister of War still hadn’t regained consciousness.
Slap-.
“Gasp!”
When Jeok Wigang struck his cheek, the Minister of War jumped up in shock.
Confused about what had happened, he looked around bewildered, then spotted Jeok Wigang and was startled.
“Gasp!”
“That’s right. Now you’re ready to learn.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?”
“I’m saying we’re starting over from the beginning.”
“What?”
Crack-.
“Ugh!”
His knees shattered again as the Minister of War collapsed to the ground.
He realized.
That vivid pain had not been a dream but reality.
And that reality was repeating itself again.
It was around the tenth round of education.
“Your Majesty! Please spare this subject’s life! I will do whatever you command!”
The Minister of War prostrated himself, crying and pleading.
To this, Ju Seo-gi smiled and said.
“You need not worry. Compiler Jeok will not kill you.”
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!”
The Minister of War called out desperately to Ju Seo-gi.
He had desperately realized.
That the only being who could stop the monster called Jeok Wigang was the Emperor.
Then a voice of terror was heard.
“Still not properly educated? Strange. By now they usually come to their senses somewhat. This won’t do. Let’s go all night tonight.”
All night?
This agony?
He was desperate.
“Your Majesty! I have committed a mortal sin! Please punish this humble servant!”
It would be better to receive punishment instead.
“…What wrong did you do?”
At Ju Seo-gi’s question, the Minister of War rattled off his wrongdoings.
Then Jeok Wigang looked at him intently and said.
“Someone who knew so well did that?”
“I’m, I’m sorry. Everyone was disrespecting Your Majesty, so I unknowingly…”
“Will you do well from now on?”
“Y-Yes!”
“How will you do well?”
“I will do anything Your Majesty commands.”
“Really?”
“Yes!”
Jeok Wigang asked Ju Seo-gi in a respectful manner.
“He says he’ll do everything Your Majesty commands. Try ordering him to do anything.”
“Hmm. What should I have him do.”
“Order him to do whatever comes to mind.”
“Hmm. Then, try dancing.”
As soon as the words ended, he jumped up from his seat and began dancing spiritedly.
“Your Majesty! How is it? Is this humble servant’s dance worth watching?”
It was desperate.
“Try ordering him to do something else.”
“Then, try singing too.”
As soon as the words ended, he hummed a song while dancing.
Ju Seo-gi said to Jeok Wigang.
“I think that’s enough now.”
“Your Majesty must give the order directly.”
“Ah.”
Ju Seo-gi said to the Minister of War.
“That’s enough.”
“Your Imperial grace is boundless! Your Majesty!”
He prostrated himself flat and shouted in a moved voice.
“Is the military really lacking that much in budget?”
At Ju Seo-gi’s question, the Minister of War prostrated himself and said.
“That is so! Currently battles are constantly breaking out near the border, and supplies are very insufficient! If this continues, morale will hit rock bottom, and then we might have to give up the border to the enemies.”
“What does the Ministry of Revenue say?”
“The Minister of Finance only says there’s no budget to give out currently, and if we really want a budget, we should bring an Imperial decree!”
“Then you should have said so, why did you intimidate His Majesty?”
“That, that is…”
The Minister of War glanced nervously at Ju Seo-gi and Jeok Wigang.
“Speak.”
At Ju Seo-gi’s question, the Minister of War squeezed his eyes shut and said.
“The, the Minister of Finance, that guy spoke as if it would be useless even if I brought it… If even an Imperial decree was useless, I tried to take it by force. To do that, I needed complete military authority… I have committed a mortal sin! Your Majesty!”
Seeing the Minister of War trembling and prostrating himself begging, Ju Seo-gi let out a hollow laugh.
What would have happened if Jeok Wigang hadn’t been there?
Would the Minister of War have begged for forgiveness before him like this?
No.
He would have stubbornly taken the military authority.
Having no power is truly sad and miserable.
Conversely, having power must be like this current situation.
Ju Seo-gi looked at Jeok Wigang and asked.
“Compiler Jeok. What should we do?”
“Call the Minister of Finance too. It would be good to show the Minister of Finance Your Majesty’s fearsome power with this opportunity.”
“I understand.”
At the mention of calling the Minister of Finance to show him terror, the Minister of War felt pleased.
‘Let’s see you get a taste of it too.’
The Minister of Finance was walking toward the Imperial Audience Chamber with an indifferent expression.
“Ugh! I’m busy to death and they’re calling me here and there.”
Though it was the Emperor’s summons, he openly showed an annoyed expression.
“Do you really not know why I called you?”
He asked the eunuch who had come to summon him, but the man only shook his head.
“This is annoyingly troublesome. He should just eat what’s given to him and enjoy himself comfortably until he dies, but why does he keep trying to meddle in state affairs? What does he even know?”
The Minister of Finance shook his head as if finding it pathetic, resolving that today he would firmly establish that the national budget was not something to be carelessly tampered with.
“Your Majesty! Minister of Finance Jeong Sang requests an audience!”
“Let him enter.”
The doors of the Imperial Audience Chamber opened and the Minister of Finance walked in confidently.
In his eyes, he could only see Ju Seo-gi sitting directly ahead, looking at him.
The Minister of Finance slightly bowed his waist and offered a silent bow as greeting.
“Your Majesty. I, Minister of Finance Jeong Sang, have come at Your Majesty’s summons. If you have something to say, please speak.”
At the Minister of Finance’s words, Ju Seo-gi smiled brightly and said.
“Welcome. Please take a seat.”
“No, Your Majesty. I have much work piled up, so I must go quickly.”
“Hmm. How is the budget these days? Do we have any surplus?”
“Why do you ask?”
“It’s nothing else, but I hear there are many difficulties at the northern border due to inadequate supply of military rations and military supplies. Please allocate some budget to support them.”
The Minister of Finance smiled with an expression that showed he had roughly expected this, and bowed his head.
“I apologize, but I cannot fulfill that request. We are barely managing the nation’s finances with our current budget.”
“Then are you saying you don’t care if the border gets breached like this?”
“Those guys are the type who constantly violate the border. Even if the border gets breached, they won’t be able to push all the way here. In my opinion, it seems like those at the front lines want to fight and are provoking the enemies and constantly engaging in combat.”
“Why would they risk their lives doing such things?”
“If they truly wanted to protect the country, they should have swept away all those who keep violating the border. What reason could there be for leaving them alone? They’re afraid that if those enemies disappear, their own usefulness will disappear.”
“The Minister of War seemed truly desperate.”
“That’s what politics is originally like. Acting like that and obtaining what one wants.”
“What if the border really gets breached and enemies push all the way here? If we stop them now, it would end at the border, but if it’s breached, countless people could suffer tremendous damage and fall into suffering.”
“Then what am I supposed to do? There’s no budget. It’s not like I can create a budget that doesn’t exist.”
“From what I know, the budget isn’t that insufficient.”
“Who said that?”
“The Sigang Scholar said so.”
“How much could someone who just teaches writing know about finances? Your Majesty, there is no budget. Please understand this and don’t summon me again over this matter.”
“Minister of Finance. Don’t be like that…”
“I shall withdraw now.”
Before Ju Seo-gi could finish speaking, he turned to leave, but someone was standing in front of him.
“Who?”
Smack-.
Crash-.
“Your Majesty. If it’s unpleasant to watch, you may cover your ears and turn your head for a moment.”
“No. I’m fine, so Compiler Jeok, continue with your work.”
“I am deeply honored, Your Majesty. Then I shall do my job.”
The Minister of Finance grabbed his instantly swelling cheek and looked at Jeok Wigang with a shocked face.
“Compiler? A seventh-rank Hanlin Academy compiler?”
Jeok Wigang nodded.
“How, how dare a mere seventh-rank official strike my cheek?”
“Why? Can’t I hit you?”
“What? Your, your tone right now?”
“You were acting rudely even in front of His Majesty, so I thought it was acceptable.”
“You, you bastard!”
“You don’t seem to know how to behave when having an audience with His Majesty either. Come, I’ll teach you step by step from the beginning. Don’t do that next time, okay?”
“What? Ahhh!”
Jeok Wigang grabbed his hair and dragged him along.
“Let, let go of this! Let, let go!”
He frantically hit Jeok Wigang’s hand that was gripping his hair, trying somehow to break free, but it was useless.
“Ahhhhh!”
Pain as if his entire scalp would be torn off continuously surged through him.
After dragging him to the front of the door, he lifted him up.
He then broke the legs of the Minister of Finance who was forced to stand.
Crack-.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Now, from here you walk on your knees. Got it?”
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“No, you can’t go while screaming like that. Well, since it’s your first time, I’ll understand.”
He grabbed his hair again and dragged him in front of Ju Seo-gi.
“Here, perform the three kneelings.”
Thud-.
“First kneeling.”
Thud-.
“Second kneeling.”
Thud-.
“Three prostrations.”
Jeok Wigang forcefully struck down three times as if making him prostrate by force.
“And nine kowtows.”
Thud- Thud- Thud- Thud-.
The exact same sequence that the Minister of War had experienced. The result was also identical.
On the face of the unconscious Minister of Finance, there seemed to be reverence for Emperor Ju Seo-gi already showing.
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