The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 28

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 28

-Approximately half a gak (7 minutes) ago.

In the passage leading to the underground dungeon, a man was walking along the corridor, grinding his teeth furiously.

“Damn it all…!”

Inverted figure-eight eyebrows, bulging round eyes, and a large bulbous nose.

His appearance was thoroughly malicious-looking, but his attire was surprisingly lavish, contrasting with his looks.

His silk garments were splendid, with a belt finished with ivory and jade, and shoes made of fine leather.

He was clearly from a noble family, making his presence in this underground passage all the more awkward.

‘Damn it! Why do I have to come to a place like this? What’s so special about that bastard that I have to personally…!’

The man, Dojuman, thought exactly that as he continuously voiced his complaints and grievances.

He wanted nothing more than to get out of this wretched place immediately.

-This is the one who caused quite a commotion this time. So you go meet him personally and see if he’s worth anything, if he’s someone we should recruit.

But since his father had given the order directly, he dared not refuse.

His father, Mad Soul Fist Doyecheon.

In other words, it was a direct command from Sadocheon’s Vice Leader.

His father would cruelly punish anyone who disobeyed his orders, even his own son.

So grumbling like this was the only thing Dojuman could do, his only form of resistance.

‘Damn it, and of all people, I have to be with those two old men I’m most uncomfortable with…!’

Dojuman continued grumbling while glancing at the two people walking ahead of him.

One was a face he’d seen several times before.

Execution Squad Leader Hu Seong.

Though Hu Seong was superior to Dojuman, who was merely a Daeju, Dojuman didn’t care.

As mentioned before, his father was Sadocheon’s Vice Leader.

But the old man beside Hu Seong was someone he absolutely couldn’t ignore.

Dressed entirely in black with a needle case hanging at his side.

Though his appearance seemed utterly unremarkable, everyone in Sadocheon would recognize the old man’s identity from these two features alone and flee in terror.

‘The Black Robe Sect Leader. Is this matter so significant that this crazy old man has to step in…?’

Swoosh!

Just as Dojuman had that thought, Hwamul suddenly turned around.

“…!!”

Unfortunately, Dojuman had been glancing at Hwamul at that exact moment, so their eyes met directly.

“Why, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Hiccup! Take the lead.”

“What? Why should I…?”

“I’ll pluck your eyeballs right out. Your shifty eyes looking me up and down are ruining my drinking mood.”

“!?”

Dojuman’s face was already flushed red and blue, but he didn’t dare talk back.

Black Robe Sect Leader, Fist Before Needle Hwamul.

As his nickname suggested, his fists came out before his needles.

Hwamul was both a physician and Sadocheon’s notorious madman.

‘Damn it!’

In the end, Dojuman reluctantly moved to the front.

However, he walked with heavy, loud steps, subtly showing his displeasure.

‘Foolish bastard.’

Hu Seong shook his head watching Dojuman.

‘He has no idea why his father sent him here.’

Vice Leader Doyecheon was an ambitious man gathering power behind the scenes.

Naturally, he would be watching this situation closely.

But he couldn’t move personally, and sending someone of Hu Seong’s rank would be too obvious.

That’s why Dojuman was perfect.

As a Daeju of the Ten Heavenly Commanders, his rank wasn’t low, and privately, he was his own blood, showing sincerity.

In other words, he sent his son thinking of the future, but with his son acting like this, even what could succeed would fail.

‘But even in this situation, Doyecheon’s scheme is cunning and sharp. If that bastard had acted smartly, it would have been quite troublesome.’

As mentioned before, both in terms of rank and sincerity, this wasn’t a light gesture.

It was truly a cunning scheme, like a raccoon.

‘…Could he be trying to recruit that guy to his side?’

Thinking of Doyecheon’s scheme, his thoughts naturally turned to the cause of this incident, namely Jeok-un.

‘The first impression was absolutely terrible…’

Calling it terrible was being generous; at the time, he was furious enough for his blood to boil backward.

But unfortunately or fortunately, the matter that bastard reported was completely true.

Drugs were being distributed in Sadocheon, and at the center were the Geumwol-dae and No Hwang-mun.

‘Moreover, No Hwang-mun was a spy from Heukpaesong. So that bastard is… essentially a benefactor of Sadocheon.’

If either the drug distribution or the Heukpaesong spy allegation had been false, Hu Seong would have been the first to call for Jeok-un’s execution.

But both the drug distribution and the spy matter were also true.

Hu Seong cleanly acknowledged Jeok-un’s contribution, and his anger toward him had lessened compared to before.

‘The Leader seems to view him favorably.’

But in truth, his own likes and dislikes weren’t important.

What mattered was the will of his master, Dokgo Cheon.

Even so, his curiosity remained.

‘What exactly is his identity?’

Was it true that he committed treachery against the Jegal Sega? Wasn’t there some distorted information?

As Hu Seong’s contemplation deepened.

“Hey, Hu-ga.”

“…Yes, Sect Leader.”

Hwamul addressed Hu Seong.

Though Hu Seong was technically superior to Hwamul in position, Hwamul spoke casually.

Hu Seong also accepted this naturally.

It wasn’t because of their age difference.

Nor was it because of their positions.

Separately from that, Hwamul was considered equal to Hu Seong himself.

In other words, the position of Sect Leader was merely a shell.

It was because the value of Hwamul’s skills was too outstanding.

Hwamul’s true value lay in his medical arts, which were worthy of being called the best in Gangho.

A mere Sect Leader like Hwamul could casually treat a Sadocheon leader as an equal.

“Hehe, I heard something, let me ask if it’s really true.”

“…What do you mean?”

“That bastard No-ga from Geumwol-dae died, right? And that bastard also spread the drugs that the Leader so despises in the gambling hall?”

Hwamul spoke with a chuckling laugh.

He had no intention of scratching at or provoking Hu Seong.

It was more like teasing.

Since Hu Seong was usually sharp as a blade and impenetrable.

Finding something to tease him about gave Hwamul an opportunity.

“Even the two dead No-ga brothers were both Heukpaesong spies, is that true?”

“…That’s correct.”

“Kahaha! This is a masterpiece. Gangho is going to be in an uproar over this.”

Hwamul spoke with a grinning laugh.

Hu Seong’s expression hardened.

“…Gangho will fall into chaos. Do you truly find this enjoyable?”

“Hehe, of course it’s interesting. The dirty and terrible true face of Gangho will be revealed to the world. Plus, watching you run around sweating like this is also amusing.”

As Hwamul said, this wasn’t something that warranted the Execution Squad Leader moving personally.

The Execution Squad Leader was one of the top administrators, so it would have been proper for appropriate personnel like a Daeju or lower-ranking squad leader to handle the practical matters.

But Hu Seong moved personally despite holding the rank of Danzu.

“I’m eager to see the culprit who caused this mess. What kind of man do you think he is?”

“…That man is a dangerous one.”

“Dangerous, you say?”

When the unexpected word ‘dangerous’ came from Hu Seong’s mouth, who never spoke empty words, a glint appeared in Hwamul’s eyes for the first time.

But that was only momentary.

“If he’s so dangerous, how did he charge at Cheonju like a mad bull and end up with all his blood vessels and energy channels burst?”

“Since the topic came up, can such a condition really be healed?”

Hu Seong naturally changed the subject and asked about the possibility of Jeok-un’s recovery.

Hwamul’s medical skills were considered one of the two pillars among the countless physicians in the orthodox martial world.

In other words, he was Sapa’s greatest physician, which is why Dokgo Cheon had sent Hwamul to save Jeok-un.

“Tsk tsk, well, that would depend on how Cheonju beat him up.”

Hwamul answered indifferently as if it wasn’t his concern.

“…He lowered his martial prowess, but fought with full power.”

“…!”

While Hwamul was surprised again, Dojuman, who had been cowering, snorted.

“Hmph! That’s ridiculous! Why would Cheonju-nim use full power against such a guy…!”

“Shut your mouth and hold the torch properly!”

“Kek-!”

Hwamul kicked Dojuman’s buttocks with his foot.

‘Damn, this cursed old man always picks on me!!’

While Hwamul openly ignored Dojuman, Hu Seong showed a somewhat different expression.

‘Truly a blind fool.’

Dojuman was also a party who had witnessed the life-and-death battle at the Immaengsi.

But due to his shallow cultivation level, he had seen it with his own eyes yet understood nothing.

It was then.

“Ugh, what is this dog-like smell!”

Just as they were almost at Noe-ok, it was because of a terrible stench that suddenly hit them.

Dojuman forgot about being intimidated by Hwamul and shouted as if having a fit.

“What!”

Hu Seong’s reaction was no different.

Such a stench meant something had gone wrong.

But only one person, Hwamul, reacted differently.

“Oh?”

A faint interest arose in Hwamul’s voice.

It was because this was a smell he hadn’t expected to encounter here.

“Physician!”

“Don’t rush me. I’m already going.”

When Hu Seong urgently pressed him, Hwamul answered calmly and entered Noe-ok.

Then, while examining Jeok-un, he burst into laughter for some reason.

“Hehe, interesting. Really interesting.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Now I understand why that Cheonju fellow called me.”

“…What do you mean?”

Just as Hu Seong was puzzled by Hwamul’s incomprehensible words.

‘Tsk, there was no need to come. He’s already dead.’

Dojuman was covering his nose and exploding with irritation.

Being in this place, being treated with contempt by Hwamul the whole way – everything made him feel like he would die of frustration.

Moreover, he wanted to leave immediately because of the terrible smell, so why was the old man taking his time?

“Really, how long are you going to mess around with a corpse! Anyone can see this guy is dead!”

As if to prove his words, Dojuman drew his sword and pointed it at the fallen corpse – no, at Jeok-un.

He intended to touch his face to prove that Jeok-un was dead.

“You! Don’t touch him carelessly!”

The moment Hu Seong urgently shouted upon seeing this.

Clank!

Kwaaaaang-!

With a thunderous explosion, Jeok-un, who had been lying as if dead, moved.

Truly lightning-fast movement.

Jeok-un pulled out a chain, wrapped it around Dojuman’s neck, and sprang up.

“Urgh…!”

Dojuman panicked at the sudden change. He instinctively tried to remove the chain around his neck, but.

Charrrrr!

Jeok-un controlled Dojuman like taming a beast through the simple method of loosening and pulling the chain.

It was truly amazing control of speed and strength, but what was even more surprising was…

Kwaaaaang-!

Dojuman being slammed head-first into the ground.

He was slammed down so hard that he fainted while stuck in the granite floor he had pierced through.

“…!”

It started and ended in the blink of an eye.

Hu Seong couldn’t close his mouth at the result.

Hwamul observed Jeok-un with a gleam in his eyes.

‘What!’

Hu Seong was shocked. But there was no time to be shocked.

Thud!

While Hu Seong was doing that, Jeok-un tried to stomp on Dojuman’s head stuck in the ground to crush it.

“No!”

Seeing this, Hu Seong was horrified and blocked Jeok-un.

When Jeok-un growled like a disturbed beast, Hu Seong stood in his way.

“Move aside.”

“…Stop it. If you do this, it’ll be dangerous even after you get out.”

At the subtle concern melted into the plain warning, Jeok-un looked at Hu Seong.

His cultivation level was clearly lower than his own, so what was with those beast-like eyes?

Hu Seong swallowed dry saliva and didn’t avoid Jeok-un’s gaze.

Soon, the intensity in Jeok-un’s eyes subsided.

“…Tsk, I need to gain from this side too.”

Jeok-un looked at Hu Seong and muttered something incomprehensible.

Step back.

‘What?’

He withdrew unexpectedly obediently.

Considering how he had shown beast-like intensity just moments before, it was a shocking reversal.

But what followed was even more surprising.

“Guide me. To Sadocheonju.”

It was a bold statement, whether he knew his situation or not.

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