The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 1
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Evil Hegemon Martial God
Chapter 1
The warrior’s body was like a cactus blooming in the Great Desert.
Spears, swords, sabers, arrows, hidden weapons.
Dozens of sinister weapons were embedded throughout his body like thorns.
However, in the warrior’s remaining eye, there was no trace of fear or terror to be found.
Rather, he only gazed around with mad eyes, looking on indifferently.
Mountains made of corpses and seas made of blood.
In this place where a literal mountain of corpses and sea of blood—something that could only be seen as a figurative expression—had truly become reality, an eerie silence had descended.
“Gurgle…!”
What broke the seemingly eternal silence was the sound of bloody foam from beneath the man’s feet.
The enemy who had been drowning to death in a pool of blood.
Crack-!
Found eternal rest with the man’s light footwork.
Along with the chilling sound of breaking bones, silence descended upon the battlefield once again.
The blood-soaked warrior once again looked around with his remaining eye.
To the right, a large banner embroidered with the character for Evil was split cleanly in half.
“…I made a vow with you all.”
He looked to the left.
Though the flagpole wasn’t broken, a banner inscribed with the character for Hegemon fluttered eerily, stained with blood and torn to shreds, unable to maintain even its original form.
If there was a common point, it would be that around both flags, those wearing martial uniforms inscribed with the same characters were rolling about as corpses.
“Though we were born on different days, we would share the same moment of death.”
Sapajeolse (Evil Hegemon Alliance).
The master of Sapyeonjeon, Black Heaven Hegemon Lord Jeok-un, seemed saddened by this entire situation as he looked up at the sky and laughed self-mockingly.
“Those bastards who made such a vow left only their foolish elder brother behind and departed so heartlessly.”
His bitter murmur became an empty echo that fluttered in the wind.
Driven from his family by enemies’ persecution and schemes.
Enduring the harsh storms of the martial world alone with determination, he formed bonds and built power.
But now they were all dead and only he remained.
‘Yes, all because of that bastard.’
Grrrowl!
The howling sound that a beast, not a human, would make echoed forth.
Under the large banner inscribed with the character for Demonic that stood firmly on his opposite side.
The mountain of corpses began to writhe and move grotesquely.
The corpses of demonic practitioners with horrific appearances were transforming into jiangshi.
It was proof that ‘he’ was approaching.
“Though I’d like to go see you all right away—”
I should have the enemy’s head as a gift for the journey to the afterlife, so you bastards will greet me with smiles, won’t you.
Jeok-un swallowed the rest of his words, and his remaining eye flashed red with killing intent.
Swoosh!
Whoosh!
Soon he pulled out two broken swords that had been embedded in his body.
Blood flowed profusely from the penetrating wounds, but Jeok-un paid no attention as he.
“Come.”
Stared into the void.
In the empty void, where nothing existed.
The world began to turn upside down.
Whoooosh…!
A bone-chilling black storm swept across the battlefield, while enormous demonic energy that seemed capable of destroying the world covered the space.
Grrrowl!
At the same time, amazingly, the mindless jiangshi seemed to have met their master, suppressing their ferocity and waiting for orders.
-What a miserable state you’re in.
A voice that crushed one’s fighting spirit just by hearing it.
The terrible voice of a demon that made one desperately wish to cut their own lifeline.
Would this be what the legendary Hye-gwang Sim-eo would look like if it appeared in its most terrible form?
But considering the owner of the voice, it might be natural.
The greatest person under heaven.
Lord of ten thousand demons.
Master of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.
Cheonma appeared, strolling leisurely through the void.
Accompanied by two attendants at his side.
“Ptui!”
Jeok-un spat bloody phlegm.
The overwhelming demonic energy weakened his strength and churned his insides.
Though he felt like he might cough up a bowlful of blood at any moment, he held it back firmly.
Instead, Jeok-un maintained his indifferent attitude throughout and spoke cynically.
“Perfect. You’ve saved me the trouble of having to hunt you down to kill you.”
Perhaps Jeok-un’s indifferent attitude was irritating, as one of the attendants nearby raised his voice angrily.
“How dare you not shut your mouth-!”
His remaining single eye finally turned toward the attendant standing beside like a eunuch.
“How dare you speak such nonsense to the master of the martial world and all the Central Plains…!”
The attendant seemed to know he was being ignored, as veins bulged in his neck, but.
“Heh heh, looking like a eunuch indeed.”
Jeok-un only cast cold mockery at Cheonma’s eunuch standing beside him.
“Ten Constant Attendants beside Cheonma. Truly a position befitting you, little brother.”
“Shut up! You damned bastard! I’m not the brother of scum like you!”
Surprisingly, Jeok-un had called his opponent his own blood relative.
Jeok-un continued his mockery.
“Yes, then I’ll call you something else. The Jeongpa traitor who offered his entire clan to beg for his own life, Master Manoe.”
“…!!”
Manoe ground his teeth.
If he could have his way, he would tear out that tongue, throw it to the dogs, and still have more to do.
However, there was only one reason he couldn’t do so.
“Since entering the martial world…”
It was because of the interest that Cheonma, his master and the absolute ruler of the martial world, showed in Jeok-un.
“My only pleasure has been you.”
“Sorry, but that’s not my preference. Just offer your neck quickly and get lost.”
Manoe was enraged by Jeok-un’s mocking reply, but Cheonma showed no reaction and simply continued what he had to say.
Before Cheonma’s descent, all of the Four Emperors and Six Venerables who had ruled the martial world met miserable deaths at Cheonma’s hands.
Among them, none could properly face Cheonma, and Jeok-un was the only one in the martial world who had engaged in anything resembling a real battle with Cheonma.
Each time they clashed, Jeok-un suffered great injuries and internal wounds.
Yet Cheonma recognized Jeok-un as the only ‘rival’ in the martial world, as he never gave up and kept charging forward.
Therefore, for the first and last time while conquering the martial world, Cheonma made an offer to Jeok-un.
“Follow me. Then infinite power and glory will follow you.”
“M-Master?!”
To become his subordinate.
But naturally.
Jeok-un snorted and refused.
“You’re still the same, plugging your ears and only saying what you want to say.”
“Gah!!”
At that moment, Manoe seemed to think the insult toward Cheonma was a genuine insult directed at him, and shouted with bulging veins.
“How dare you fail to show proper respect to the great master who established Madocheonha!!”
“Tsk tsk, he may be a master whose feet you’d lick, but to me he’s a mortal enemy. You stupid brother.”
“Th-this…! A mere vermin of the Sega dares…!”
In the current state where all the Jeongpa of the Central Plains had knelt before the Demonic Cult.
It was precisely the Sapyeonjeon led by Jeok-un that had resisted the Demonic Cult until the very end, protecting the common people.
And the relationship with Manoe, who had abandoned the brain of the Jeongpa Martial Arts Alliance to join the Demonic Cult and become their lackey, could only be described as a terrible bitter feud, a lifelong adversarial relationship.
While Manoe was raging furiously, Jeok-un suddenly called out to Cheonma.
“Hey, Cheonma.”
“…?”
“If I follow you, will you kill that idiot too?”
At this completely unexpected topic, Manoe’s complexion turned pale.
And when Cheonma’s chilling gaze reached me.
“…?!”
Manoe trembled violently as if he were a frog before a snake.
“If that is what you desire.”
Cheonma’s answer was clear.
If you want it, I’ll give it to you.
Even more.
“Manoe has a bitter feud with the Jegal Family. I shall annihilate their relatives and destroy their homeland as well.”
“Ho.”
Since he had added an offer that wasn’t even requested, the one who became desperate was Manoe, ‘Jegal Wiyeon.’
“C-Cult Leader…!”
Jegal Wiyeon seemed to lack the courage to defy Cheonma directly, so he shouted frantically at Jeok-un.
“Th-this…! What kind of despicable dog-like trick is this, ‘Jegal’ Jeok-un!”
“Well now, you said we weren’t brothers. Yet you’re quick to attach the surname you supposedly discarded long ago.”
“Shut up!!”
At his outburst, Jeok-un twisted his lips in a bitter smile.
“Fine, Cult Leader. Go ahead and kill him first. Then I’ll seriously consider it.”
“As if the Cult Leader would fall for your pathetic trick…! Kuh, kuheuk!”
Jegal Wiyeon was raising his voice when he suddenly began letting out agonized groans.
C-Cult Leader!
In extreme pain, no words could come out of his throat.
Bulreuk! Bulreureuk!
Soon, Jegal Wiyeon’s head began swelling like a wet steamed bun.
Peupeng!
It exploded like a bomb.
Brain matter and flesh scattered around.
‘Monster bastard.’
To display such power with just a glance.
Is that bastard even human?
But whether he’s human or monster doesn’t matter at all.
‘Since I’m going to kill him anyway.’
The moment Jeok-un gripped his sword hilt, Cheonma asked.
“So, what is your answer?”
“Well, now then…”
Jeok-un didn’t answer.
Instead, piercing through the scattering skull fragments and brain matter.
Pabat!
The hegemon of Sapyeonjeon.
Better known to the world as the Black Heaven Tyrant.
The abandoned direct descendant of Jegal Sega.
Seureung!
Jegal Jeok-un charged at Cheonma, gripping his twin swords.
“I’ll kill you!”
Hwareurereu!
A vivid sword aura blazed above the half-broken blade, as fierce as his desire for revenge.
The strike that poured out every last bit of strength, including his innate true qi.
Chwaaaaak!
Seogeogeak!
Sent one of Cheonma’s arms flying through the air.
And carved a large X-shaped scar into his chest.
Jjeojeok!
A beating heart should have spilled out from the split flesh.
…But.
‘…There’s no heart?’
Could he truly be a demon rather than human?
Inside his body, there was no blood, no organs.
Chwaaa!
At that moment, Cheonma’s horrific wounds returned to their original state in an instant as if by magic.
Damn!
He tried to launch another attack, but having poured out all his strength just before, his body wouldn’t move.
“Indeed, how regrettable.”
Then, along with Cheonma’s final words that reached his ears.
…Seogeak!
Jeok-un’s vision slowly began to be dyed in darkness.
* * *
I fought against heaven my entire life from birth.
You might think this is nonsense after dying to Cheonma, but it’s an undeniable fact.
Fate viciously attacked me relentlessly.
First, it gave me a cursed dantian that couldn’t properly learn martial arts.
Next, it took away my mother and made me a traitor to my family through schemes and false accusations.
Finally, it gouged out one of my eyes and I was abandoned by my family.
But I survived by desperately struggling on battlefields, awakened the power hidden in my blood, and ultimately became the greatest in Sapa.
When I unified Sapa and tried to live comfortably, this time the entire Jeongpa allied against me to kill me.
Together with my sworn brothers from the battlefield, I smashed them all one by one.
Just when it seemed I would establish the first Sadocheonha.
What do you know. The Demonic Cult rose to power and the descended Cheonma began dyeing the world in blood.
I chose the path of protecting my people rather than conquering the world.
Instead, they protected me, and I lost them all.
‘Damn heaven bastard.’
The fate that tormented me so viciously.
Still, can I finally rest now?
The moment I truly realized death had come.
Bow with utmost effort until death comes.
Exhaust yourself to the point of breaking and only stop when you close your eyes.
No matter where I rolled or what hardships I endured, what made me rise up in the end.
Why does the sole creed of the abandoned family, carved deep into my bones until the very end, come to mind?
* * *
“H-hyung-nim. What should we do?”
…What?
Even closing his eyes didn’t make it stop.
As if a god was playing tricks, before the world that had suddenly regained its light.
Jegal Wiyeon sat there with a pitiful expression.
Huh, but….
“His head is still intact?”
“…Pardon?”
The head that Cheonma had burst was still there.
Moreover, that wasn’t the only thing that had changed.
‘This bastard, he’s gotten younger?’
The fact that his face and body appeared to be that of a young man not even twenty years old.
The guy who was terrified, no, ‘pretending’ to be terrified.
Jeok-un ignored Jegal Wiyeon and slowly surveyed his surroundings.
Thud thud thud…!
Grind grind grind…!
Just hearing it sent chills down his spine, and he could feel vibrations that would make his legs go weak as jelly.
The maze walls that blocked all directions and restricted his vision were moving.
This was an otherworldly space that didn’t seem like reality.
But one clear fact was that this space was very familiar to Jeok-un.
‘…This place is definitely.’
The Interior of the Formation.
It was definitely familiar to his eyes.
Soseng Paljindo.
A formation that was a minor improvement on the Paljindo created by ancestor Zhuge Liang.
Yes, this was definitely the formation he had been trapped in decades ago.
During the Jegal Sega test he had taken in the ‘past’.
‘But why?’
Hadn’t he died?
Why was he here?
For a moment, he wondered if he had fallen into the eight great hells.
But his hands, when he looked down, were clean, and his face, when he touched it, was also intact without scars.
Moreover, even the eye he had lost was properly there.
‘…Could it be.’
Jeok-un thought of the one impossible but reality-explaining possibility.
While looking at the face of Jegal Wiyeon, who was far too young, right before his eyes.
“B-Brother Jeok…!”
Just then, Jegal Wiyeon spoke with a pale face, trembling all over.
He was so frightened he looked ready to wet himself, but Jeok-un’s eyes remained indifferent and cold.
He felt no pity for the guy at all.
Knowing this bastard’s true nature, he only felt disgusted and detestable.
‘Please help me get out of here.’
“Please help me get out of here.”
‘I’m so scared.’
“I’m so scared.”
At the words that repeated exactly as he remembered, not a single syllable different, Jeok-un recalled the subsequent memories in detail.
‘Right, shortly after this, I discovered the life gate.’
But instead of going out first himself, he had let Jegal Wiyeon go out.
He had been considerate of his younger brother.
Because he had trusted the guy who wore the mask of a good younger brother.
But because of that, he had to find another escape route, and finding the life gate too late, he ended up being the last one to get out.
It was natural that his evaluation hit rock bottom.
But he learned later.
That bastard had the means to escape the formation from the beginning, but had deceived and toyed with him, fearing he might escape quickly.
He had heard it directly from that bastard’s mouth on the day he and his mother were made into a miserable state and kicked out of the family, so it must be true.
“Now I can see it clearly.”
“…Pardon?”
But this time, nothing like that would happen.
He suddenly poured his energy into his fist and struck the back of the guy’s head.
Thwack-!
Thud…!
Jegal Wiyeon collapsed without even realizing he had been attacked.
Jegal Jeokun, who had returned to the past, coldly declared to the guy who had fallen unconscious in a sprawled position.
“You bastard, I can tell just by looking—you have the face of a traitor.”
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