The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 106

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 106

Eon Igyeom thought to himself.

‘What kind of formation is this supposed to be!’

This place where bitter cold pierced through with every step he took.

This wasn’t the Northern Frozen Lands, but Jin-hwang Sang-ga’s Main Estate.

The reason Eon Igyeom came to this place was because of a conversation he had with Jeok-un a few days ago.

-What, what are you going to do?

-I’m going to destroy Jin-hwang Sang-ga using a disguised identity.

-No, what do you mean…?

-Shut up. When I send you a signal, just come running quickly. We need to loot Jin-hwang Sang-ga’s entire treasure vault.

-?!

To attack Jin-hwang Sang-ga all by himself.

He wondered if this even made sense.

But…

Jeok-un had once again accomplished that impossible feat.

‘…The only way to describe this man is completely insane.’

Following Jeok-un’s actions naturally brought forth admiration.

However, on the other hand, it also instilled a bit of fear.

Actions inherently contain intentions, but he couldn’t gauge the scale or purpose of those intentions.

Therefore, meeting Jeok-un was certainly something close to a fateful encounter for Eon Igyeom himself.

‘But for what purpose exactly?’

At the same time, it left unresolved questions.

Jeok-un must have secrets hidden in his heart, but he couldn’t even guess what they might be.

The internal assessment of the Eastern Depot and public opinion evaluated Jeok-un as merely a madman who acted on whims.

But the Jeok-un that Eon Igyeom observed was absolutely not like that.

Attacking Jin-hwang Sang-ga wasn’t because of simple revenge or anything like that.

Jeok-un’s actions definitely had a clear ‘purpose.’

The only problem was that he didn’t know what that ‘purpose’ was.

‘I can even sense some kind of sense of mission.’

What kind of secret could he be hiding?

And why was he himself involved in that secret?

Eon Igyeom’s head was complicated.

It would be right to step back because of the danger like walking on a knife’s edge, but as long as his family’s reconstruction and the supernatural entity were involved, he couldn’t do that.

No, actually that wasn’t the only reason.

‘…It seems like even I am being swept away by this man’s actions that are like fierce waves.’

Though he didn’t want to admit it.

Why was this unknown excitement boiling up for the first time in his life?

Step.

Having reached his destination, he stopped his contemplation for now.

No, he had no choice but to stop.

“Good heavens.”

Seeing the interior view of Jin-hwang Sang-ga, Eon Igyeom unconsciously muttered.

Should he say he was overwhelmed?

Perhaps that might be the case.

The Central Plains’ greatest main estate, Jin-hwang Sang-ga’s headquarters that was renowned for its unmatched splendor and beauty—

Ruins.

There was no other way to express it except with this word.

It was hard to find walls or buildings that were properly standing.

The well-maintained gardens had become a mess, making it difficult to even distinguish whether they had been gardens, and the debris scattered everywhere looked as if a war had been fought.

‘Did it get hit by a meteorite or something?’

When Eon Igyeom couldn’t close his mouth because it was hard to believe even seeing it, a familiar voice came from behind.

“You’re late.”

“…!”

As Eon Igyeom’s neck seemed about to snap as he whipped around, there he saw Jeok-un grinning.

Indeed, he looked like the very person who had created this pile of ruins.

* * *

“Don’t say such ridiculous things.”

“No, when it’s coming out so smoothly, why doesn’t it make sense?”

Jeok-un spoke playfully.

No, perhaps he spoke nonchalantly.

His completely relaxed demeanor was clearly evident.

“Look over there!”

Eon Igyeom didn’t hide his incredulous expression as he pointed to a completely collapsed pavilion.

Fragments and debris were literally piled up like a mountain.

It was the place where all of Jin-hwang Sang-ga’s treasures had been stored in their treasure vault.

“After smashing everything up like that, you’re telling me to clean it up by myself!”

Despite Eon Igyeom’s protest, Jeok-un shrugged his shoulders and answered smugly.

“Hey now, I didn’t break it. I tried to kill them as cleanly as possible, but the enemy used a steel ring.”

“Steel ring my foot. Don’t try to brush it off with more nonsense.”

“Hmm, but it’s true.”

Eon Igyeom didn’t believe the steel ring story.

‘You need to say something that makes sense for me to believe you.’

Eon Igyeom’s judgment was actually quite reasonable.

He acknowledged that Jeok-un was strong, but to break a steel ring, one needed to reach the complete mastery of Hyeon-gyeong.

Complete mastery of Hyeon-gyeong at an age that had just barely passed twenty?

Even if he were the protagonist of a tale of wonders, readers would throw stones if such an achievement were claimed.

“Anyway, we need to hurry. The formation will hold for about seven days and nights, but no longer than that.”

Soon the news that Jin-hwang Sang-ga had fallen would strike the entire Central Plains.

Then nine times out of ten, the Martial Arts Alliance, the government, and all sorts of drifters would come flocking.

Hoping that they might be able to strike it rich.

“It’s not like we’re cooking porridge to feed dogs, so we can’t let strange people steal the spoils of war we worked hard to earn.”

“Hmm…”

Eon Igyeom weighed various possibilities in his mind.

It wasn’t impossible.

If only he unleashed his hidden power.

“…But seven days and nights won’t be enough to clear away all those mountain-like piles of debris and loot Jin-hwang Sang-ga’s entire treasure vault.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Even mobilizing forces secretly would take at least ten-odd days…”

“Hey now, stop pretending it’s difficult. With your power, you could move it all in just a few days.”

“…!”

Jeok-un said with a sly smile.

At this, Eon Igyeom let out a deep sigh inwardly.

‘This man really intends to squeeze everything out of me.’

Jeok-un seemed to know his abilities from one to ten, everything.

In this case, there was no way out.

“…Sigh, I won’t be able to sleep for two days.”

“Oh, I thought it would take four days. Good, very good.”

Eon Igyeom’s body trembled.

It was because Jeok-un’s nonchalant way of speaking was so infuriating.

That lasted only a very brief moment.

“Ah, and move half of the treasures to Seollyeon Guild and offer the other half as tribute to your superior.”

“!!”

He dropped a bombshell with a nonchalant attitude.

The wealth that Geumhwang Sangga had accumulated over generations was truly enough to shake all under heaven.

Yet he was telling him to only take half of such wealth and offer the other half as a bribe.

“By superior, you mean who exactly…?”

Eon Igyeom asked cautiously.

Jeok-un chuckled and said.

“Who else could be looking after you but Il-hwangja?”

“…!!”

Eon Igyeom’s eyes widened as if they would burst.

Il-hwangja.

The person most noble after the Emperor in this country was precisely Eon Igyeom’s benefactor.

Il-hwangja, who had coincidentally formed a connection when Eon Igyeom entered the Eastern Depot, had been taking care of him as a secret patron from the first day until now.

‘Sigh, what a soft kid.’

Jeok-un, watching such Eon Igyeom, sighed inwardly.

‘He still hasn’t properly figured that guy out.’

Before his regression, Eon Igyeom had become hardened through experiencing all sorts of trials.

But the current Eon Igyeom definitely had soft spots.

Just his attitude toward Il-hwangja was proof of that.

Eon Igyeom only knew Il-hwangja as a benevolent person who was favorable toward him.

But Jeok-un knew Il-hwangja’s hidden true nature.

‘There’s no one more frightening than that guy.’p>

A lion’s cub is a lion.

According to public opinion, Il-hwangja was a victim crushed under the pressure of his stepmother who had become Empress.

But in reality, he was a hero hiding his true nature and crouching as low as possible.

When Jeok-un first saw Eon Igyeom, the reason he thought he was in danger was none other than Il-hwangja.

‘Right now, that guy is suspicious of Lee Gyeom.’

Il-hwangja already knew that Lee Gyeom had entered the Eastern Depot while hiding his identity.

And he suspected that his purpose was being a spy sent by Lee Hwang-ja to monitor him.

Yet the reason he acted as Eon Igyeom’s patron and actually did so was.

‘A manifestation of his scheme to keep enemies closer and understand them.’

An existence sharpening his blade while lying low in order to strike the Empress and Lee Hwang-ja who currently held power.

He was hiding a blade within his seemingly weak appearance and attitude.

Il-hwangja was truly a person who epitomized the hidden blade.

‘Hah, just thinking about how I suffered becoming a traitor because of that bastard.’

Before his regression, Jeok-un had grown his power while waging war with Heukpaesong and established Sapyeonjeon.

At that time, the person he joined hands with as a strategic partner was not him but Lee Hwang-ja.

Until then, Lee Hwang-ja had been the most likely heir to the throne, so it was a natural choice.

But later, when incidents occurred in the Imperial Palace, Il-hwangja seized supreme power, and Jeok-un had to pay dearly for his wrong choice.

Well, later when the Demonic Cult rose and even the imperial family found themselves in a difficult position, only then did they bow low and come to him belatedly.

However, the reason Jeok-un still wanted to join hands with Il-hwangja was one thing.

‘Lee Hwang-ja, whom I saw directly, lacks ability. Even if I help him, he can never defeat Il-hwangja.’

Recalling memories from before his regression, with the Empress and Lee Hwang-ja’s wisdom, they could never catch Il-hwangja.

Then the best choice was one thing.

‘Approach Il-hwangja through Lee Gyeom and get on the list of meritorious subjects.’

Even if he gave up half of Geumhwang Sangga’s enormous wealth.

If he could join hands with the future Emperor, this was definitely a profitable deal.

Anyway, he was sweeping up money incomparably through Seollyeon Guild.

And if he gained the greatest power of being the country’s ruler, he would obtain things that money couldn’t buy.

So Jeok-un planned to scratch his itch and receive compensation in return.

The reason Il-hwangja couldn’t draw his blade right now was just one thing.

‘Lack of funds.’

By handing over Geumhwang Sangga’s funds and building connections.

‘Hehe, Il-hwangja bastard. I’ll extract tens, hundreds of times the price for tormenting me.’

He would betray him in the coming future.

That was Jeok-un’s plan.

“If you openly say you’re offering a bribe, that guy will definitely pretend not to know and back away. When that happens, answer honestly.”

“If I answer honestly…?”

“First reveal that you’re a descendant of the Jinzhu Eon Clan. And confess that you’re my subordinate.”

“Why, why am I your subordinate?”

“And say that you deliberately entered the Eastern Depot for this moment.”

“What?”

“Then Il-hwangja will show his true face. Then just talk as you please and come back to me, understand?”

“What?”

“We have a place to go together.”

“…What?”

As the series of conversations continued, Eon Igyeom couldn’t follow any of it.

Though Eon Igyeom made a dumbfounded expression, leaving him behind, Jeok-un quietly turned his body.

A distant mountain came into view.

It looked like a destination.

The fact that there was still a long way to go to the goal was just like that.

‘The fight isn’t over yet. No, it’s probably just beginning.’

Having fastened the first button well, now it was time to move forward to the next step.

‘Now, shall we go strike the Six Souls Sect.’

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