The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 11
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Evil Hegemon Martial God
Chapter 11
Half a hour later, the Gajujeon was eerily empty.
After Lady Oh, who had writhed in pain and eventually fainted, was dragged away and imprisoned in Noe-ok.
Jegal Tan was systematically capturing and imprisoning anyone even slightly connected to Lady Oh in Noe-ok as well.
Even the elders were no exception.
No, because they were elders, they were arrested even more ruthlessly.
In the end, only the family head Jegal Mun and Jeok-un, the protagonist of this upheaval, remained here.
“It’s finished.”
“Whew…”
Jeok-un said this as he removed his hands from Jegal Mun’s back.
Jegal Mun let out a deep sigh that rose from his dantian.
From the crown of Jegal Mun’s head to the tips of his toes, there wasn’t a spot not soaked in cold sweat.
“That… was inside my body?”
“Yes.”
Jegal Mun looked at the poison energy gathered in his son’s hands.
It was the same deadly Black Flame poison that had been administered to his eldest son, Jegal Jun.
-Father has also been poisoned with Black Flame.
This was the content of the secret transmission Jeok-un had sent while Lady Oh was being dragged to Noe-ok.
Jegal Mun couldn’t hide his complicated feelings.
Meanwhile, Jeok-un put the Black Flame’s poison energy into a prepared vial.
‘I’ll have use for this someday.’
Black Flame was a poison treated as supreme grade even in the Demonic Cult. Having it wouldn’t be a loss.
After storing the vial away, he looked at Jegal Mun with a serious expression and said.
“As I mentioned, it would be best to keep your poisoning incident quiet.”
“…”
No one else, not even Jegal Tan who was Jegal Mun’s confidant, knew that he had been poisoned with Black Flame.
Only Jeok-un knew.
“I’ve extracted all the poison energy, but since you’ve been eroded by poison for years, it will take at least several months to fully recover. Please obtain spiritual medicines imbued with yin energy as soon as possible and consume them in very small amounts.”
“Jeok-un.”
“…As I said before, you must hide the fact that your body is unwell even from Uncle Jegal Tan. It’s not that I’m telling you not to trust uncle, but if word leaks out, those who want to shake the family will surely appear.”
“Jeok-un.”
“…”
Jegal Mun called Jeok-un’s name repeatedly.
Jeok-un, who had been continuing to speak quietly, closed his mouth and met Jegal Mun’s gaze.
The emotions contained in Jegal Mun’s eyes were varied.
Shame and self-loathing at being called a divine strategist while his own family was rotting from the foundation.
At the same time, pride that the one who cut out the rotten parts was his own blood son.
Also, tremendous guilt and regret for not valuing and neglecting that son until now…
He lowered his head and spoke.
“I won’t make excuses about being too busy with alliance affairs to care for the family. I can’t even imagine how difficult it must have been for you and your mother all this time. That such a terrible thing happened is all…”
“…!!”
Jeok-un was momentarily flustered and his body stiffened at Jegal Mun’s next action.
Creak.
Jegal Mun slowly approached and pulled him tightly into his embrace.
“…It’s all this father’s fault for being inadequate. I’m truly sorry.”
In this moment, Jegal Mun was not the head of Jegal Sega.
He was simply a pathetic father sincerely apologizing to his child for committing an unforgivable wrong.
However, Jeok-un’s feelings right now were very complicated.
Jegal Mun’s apology was sincere, and that sincerity became a fuse that stirred countless emotions within him.
Looking back at his life before regression, it was truly a life where even the phrase “eventful and troubled” would be insufficient.
Therefore, Jeok-un had no choice but to be cold toward Jegal Mun.
The accumulated resentment was too deep and too clear to dissipate.
Because of a father who was more focused on external affairs than his own family, he lost his mother to Lady Oh and Jegal Wiyeon.
He himself was also cast out of the family with a broken body.
Could his father’s wrongs be completely erased just because he had returned to the past?
…However, it was also an undeniable fact that he felt a small sense of relief at having changed his father’s fate this time, at having saved him.
‘Damn. Even with regression, life is hard to predict…’
Then, Jegal Mun spoke again.
“I won’t dare ask for forgiveness.”
“Father.”
This time Jeok-un interrupted his birth father’s words and spoke.
“I cannot forgive you.”
“…!”
At Jeok-un’s words, Jegal Mun squeezed his eyes shut.
Yes, it wouldn’t make sense to expect forgiveness with just this much.
Just as he was thinking that.
“But I will try to forget. That’s the best I can say right now.”
“!!”
Jeok-un added one more sentence.
He couldn’t forgive, but he would try to forget.
That was what Jeok-un could say.
The feelings of resentment hadn’t completely disappeared. It had been going on for so long.
However, while everything wouldn’t change in an instant, he would watch for now.
…He just wanted to do that for now.
“…Thank you.”
Jegal Mun’s heart felt heavy at Jeok-un’s sincere consideration.
Thus the hearts of the two father and son crossed each other, and conversation slowly resumed.
“What is this new power you’ve gained?”
“It’s called Paecheon-gi. It’s the power left by my ancestor.”
“Yes, indeed the power of the King of Western Chu is different.”
“…So you already knew, Father.”
“How could I not know? When I first formed a connection with your mother, she told me everything.”
Jegal Mun said this, then hesitated slightly.
But that was only for a moment, as Jegal Mun swallowed a sigh and spoke.
“…Not telling you about your birth was not my intention. She desperately wished it to be so.”
“Yes, I thought as much.”
Even without hearing it, he could guess why his mother had hidden the truth about his bloodline from him.
The curse-like fate that had been passed down in the family since their ancestor, the King of Western Chu, Xiang Yu.
Just as Overlord Chu had risen by the sword and fallen by the sword.
The descendants of the Overlord also inevitably fell by the sword once they took up the blade.
There was only one way to avoid this fate.
To live life staying away from the sword.
Therefore, Lady Hang had hidden the truth of his bloodline from him.
However, his mother didn’t know one fact.
That before long, Cheonma’s Demonic Sect, which was currently hiding in darkness and building strength, would stir into action, and the current peace would shatter completely.
And that when that time came, anyone who didn’t take up the sword would die.
As his thoughts reached this point, Jeok-un felt it was time to bring up the main topic.
Jeok-un steeled his resolve and spoke.
“I have something to tell you, Father.”
“Very well, speak.”
“Due to my actions today, the family’s situation will change very urgently.”
Jegal Mun nodded as if he had already expected this.
He had killed his brother and poisoned that brother’s mother.
Even in Gangho where revenge was rampant, this was not a common occurrence.
Moreover, considering that Jeok-un was a member of Jegal Sega, a prestigious Jeongpa family, it made even less sense.
The world would curse Jegal Sega as a family of vicious patricide, and Geumhwang Sangga, Lady Oh’s blood relatives, would also investigate the truth and declare revenge.
While Geumhwang Sangga was somewhat lacking to be called a martial family, it was definitely not a family to be ignored.
Generally, money could even command ghosts, and the financial power of Geumhwang Sangga, one of the Central Plains’ three great merchant groups, was not inferior to any family.
However, Jegal Mun was not someone who couldn’t think that far ahead.
He had already prepared measures to protect his son.
“Don’t worry. If I secretly meet with the head of Geumhwang Sangga in private and reveal the harm done to me, all justification will come to us.”
“That won’t do.”
“…?”
“As I said before, Father must hide your poisoning until the very end.”
“-!”
Jeok-un cut him off decisively.
Jegal Mun was simply bewildered.
Even that much, he couldn’t understand his son’s words at all.
“Why on earth must we go to such lengths?”
To his father’s question, Jeok-un, who had been silent for a moment, slowly opened his mouth.
“The moment it’s revealed that Father has recovered from the poisoned state, ‘they’ will surely come to harm Father again.”
“…!!”
Only then did Jegal Mun realize that the ‘enemy’ his son spoke of was definitely not something like Geumhwang Sangga.
He was saying there was a definite force that dared to try to assassinate the Chief Military Strategist of the Martial Arts Alliance and head of one of the Seven Great Families.
Thinking logically, it should be dismissed as an absurd delusion…
Looking into his son’s eyes, Jegal Mun felt a chilling fear and eeriness.
“…Son, who exactly is this enemy you speak of?”
“Father, I couldn’t speak of it where the household members were present, but from what I’ve discovered, Black Lotus is originally a poison used not by Sapa but by another place.”
“…!”
“Hidden in the shadows, silently gathering strength for long years-.”
Jeok-un completed his words with a grave voice.
“Mado has begun to move.”
“Ma, do…!”
Jeok-un deliberately chose his words.
Instead of specifying ‘Magyo,’ he expressed it as ‘Mado.’
This was all for Jegal Mun’s sake.
‘It’s premature to inform him about Magyo now.’
If he gave too much information at this stage when preparations were insufficient, not only himself but also his mother would become too dangerous.
Even inside Jegal Sega wasn’t safe.
Magyo had already grown to that level.
So….
A warning.
For now, just this much was appropriate.
Now his father, having gotten clues from his words, would secretly gather information and begin preparing to face the enemy from beneath the surface.
He needed a breakwater to take the waves in his stead until he grew stronger.
The Martial Arts Alliance led by his father would fulfill that role perfectly.
In a way, he was using his father, but.
‘Please do at least that much for your son.’
Hadn’t he also made many concessions?
At that moment, Jegal Mun, having somewhat organized his thoughts, carefully asked.
“…I understand your intentions well. But then, how do you want to resolve this situation?”
“There is one way to resolve all this chaos and plant false confidence in our enemies.”
To Jegal Mun waiting for an answer, Jeok-un said quietly.
“Use me as a sacrificial piece.”
“…!!”
A sacrificial piece.
Literally, he was telling him to use himself as a discarded piece.
At such a shocking statement, Jegal Mun shouted as if having a seizure.
“What on earth do you mean! Use you as a sacrificial piece! Absolutely not!”
Compared to his agitated father, Jeok-un spoke slowly without any emotional disturbance.
“I realized clearly this time. My path is not in Jeongpa.”
“!!”
At this shocking confession, Jegal Mun’s eyes trembled as if struck by an earthquake.
But suppressing his shaken feelings, he barely managed to speak.
“Wh, what do you mean by that?”
“Right now, unidentified Mado has taken deep root throughout Gangho. To break them, the righteous path alone cannot stop them.”
“…!!”
From the day of his regression until now, Jeok-un had never once thought of remaining in Jegal Sega.
From the beginning, his plan was to leave the family as soon as he dealt with Jegal Wiyeon.
‘My essence is that of Sapa. My home is not this place.’
His hometown was Sapa.
The path he pursued was the path of supremacy.
And to kill Cheonma, he would once again become the master of Sapa.
Naturally, not knowing this fact, Jegal Mun’s face showed shock for the first time.
But his will could not be broken by anyone.
“Therefore, I will become a traitor to the family and walk the path of evil.”
“As soon as the sun rises tomorrow, announce that the patricidal son Jeok-un of Jegal has been expelled, and send a pursuit squad to track me.”
“Then both you and I will be able to hide perfectly from their sight.”
At such a shocking declaration, Jegal Mun lost his words and fell into shock.
This absolutely could not happen.
Jegal Mun thought so with his head, but.
‘Ah, I cannot stop him….’
He felt it instinctively.
That he absolutely could not stop his son’s determination.
Because in Jeok-un’s eyes that he looked into, there was such firm will and conviction.
He had only seen such eyes in one person until now.
A being who occupied one seat among the Four Emperors and Six Venerables.
And the current leader of the Martial Arts Alliance.
Sword Emperor Namgung Jangcheon.
Jegal Mun, who had closed his eyes tightly and fallen into thought, slowly opened his mouth.
“…Son. Unlike the righteous path, the dark path is too cruel a place.”
“…!”
“Use only yourself as a lamp and proceed forward.”
In that moment, Jeok-un realized that his father had acknowledged his choice.
Jeok-un smiled slightly and answered.
“Don’t worry, Father. How could there be only shadows in the darkness? Among the Sapa people, there will also be lights hidden in the darkness that will help kindle my flame even more.”
“…!”
“But my only worry is that Geumhwang Sangga’s blade might turn toward Mother. Please, Father, keep Mother safe.”
“…!!”
“I will make this my wish that I earned from Father by supplementing the Formation.”
Jegal Mun was genuinely surprised.
To the very end, he gives me such enlightenment.
Could it be that his son, who seemed so immature, had grown this much already?
Eventually, Jegal Mun responded to his son’s words.
“No, I refuse. That’s something so natural that you don’t need to ask for it as a wish.”
“Hmm, then perhaps…”
Before Jeok-un could finish speaking, Jegal Mun said.
“I will replace the gift I have to give you with this.”
Having finished speaking, Jegal Mun slowly rose from his seat.
Sring!
“…!”
He drew his sword from its sheath and pointed it toward Jeok-un.
Jegal Mun was about to give his final gift to his son who would soon depart on a long journey.
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