The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 33

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 33

Above there is heaven, below there are Suzhou and Hangzhou.

If there is paradise in heaven, then on earth there are Suzhou and Hangzhou.

The pleasures of Suzhou and Hangzhou were so magnificent that this eight-character phrase became popular, largely due to these cities being ports where goods and culture concentrated.

Changsha also prospered for the same reason.

Located upstream on the Janggang, the lifeline of Honam Province, it was a place well-suited for logistics to gather, just like Suzhou and Hangzhou.

But just as bright light casts deep shadows, the more Changsha prospered, the darker its shadows became.

Like moths drawn to flame, those seeking wealth and glory desired to control Changsha’s night streets.

Moreover, Changsha was classified as Sapa territory, not Jeongpa land.

This meant that what the noble gentlemen of Jeongpa lands couldn’t do for the sake of appearances, could be done freely in Jangsa Land.

And after countless people shed blood, one man finally seized control of Changsha’s nights.

The common people of Changsha gave him a name filled with awe and fear.

The master of the night, Ya-ju.

However…

‘Hmph, Ya-ju my ass. He’s just a mere merchant managing some giru.’

Gwimong Daeju Jang Bo-heom, dispatched by Bucheonju Doyecheon’s orders to meet Ya-ju, thought all those stories were nonsense.

Even though he had come to Ya-ju’s residence, the most splendid and magnificent among the dozens of giru he owned.

‘Tch, how dare he make me wait?’

Jang Bo-heom pouted his lips.

Honestly speaking, he was displeased.

Gwimong Faction was a force that proudly held one seat among the Ten Heavenly Commanders, and he was the master of that Gwimong Faction.

He was someone who made others wait, not someone who should be kept waiting.

Creak.

As Jang Bo-heom grumbled inwardly, the door opened and someone entered.

“Oh my, Gwimong Daeju-nim. You’ve waited long.”

It was Ya-ju, Jidong Tak, entering while rubbing his hands together like a fly.

“Hmph! Making me wait this long. What, were you disciplining some escaped gisaeng?”

Jang Bo-heom glared at Jidong Tak as he spoke.

His attitude suggested he would never let it slide if he had been kept waiting for some trivial matter.

To this, Jidong Tak scratched the back of his head with a troubled expression and said.

“Oh my, it’s not that. I was urgently handling matters instructed by Bucheonju-nim.”

“…Bucheonju-nim?”

Jang Bo-heom flinched at Jidong Tak’s answer.

If it was a matter instructed by Bucheonju Doyecheon, then it wasn’t something Jang Bo-heom could carelessly interfere with or judge.

Especially now when he was receiving sharp glares due to his mistake at the recent meeting.

“Shall I explain the details?”

“Ahem, never mind. I know roughly what it’s about.”

“Ah, so you’ve already heard. As expected, Doksi-bong sir seems to have earned Bucheonju-nim’s full trust. Whew, I’m envious.”

“Ahem, hmm.”

Jang Bo-heom grinned at Jidong Tak’s flattery, but soon hardened his expression.

“Hey now, how dare a mere merchant try to judge Bucheonju-nim’s inner thoughts? Watch your tongue.”

“Oh dear, what a mistake…!”

Jidong Tak bowed his head, regretting his error and asking for generous understanding, while Jang Bo-heom arrogantly gestured with his chin and nodded.

“Well, but it’s unavoidable instinct for subordinates to want to understand their master’s true intentions. Just be careful not to cross the line.”

“Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right. Here, please have a drink.”

Oh ho, isn’t this the famous Motaeju from Guizhou?”

“You recognized it immediately! I brought it specially for today!”

“Ahem, then considering your sincerity, just one drink…”

Just then, the drinking table was brought in, and Jidong Tak continuously poured plenty of alcohol into Jang Bo-heom’s cup.

As Jang Bo-heom’s face flushed red from the rising alcohol.

“Hiccup, anyway, there’s a reason I sought you out.”

“Just give the word. I’ll follow with my life.”

“Whew, you’d better. This matter was also instructed by Bucheonju-nim.”

“Bucheonju-nim said so?”

“Hehe, that’s right.”

At the mention of Bucheonju, while Jang Bo-heom didn’t notice, Jidong Tak’s eyes slightly narrowed, but immediately returned to normal.

“Jegal Jeokun. Do you know him?”

“How could I not? He’s the one who caused unprecedented great commotion in Jangsa Land recently.”

“Right. Breaking into Ibmaeng City and even half-killing Gwanghon Daeju. When he causes trouble, he really causes big trouble.”

“…Gwanghon Daeju, you say?”

“Ah, th-that, pretend you didn’t hear that. Anyway!”

Jang Bo-heom, who had misspoken due to alcohol, waved his hands dismissively.

The fact that Dojuman had been thoroughly beaten by Jeok-un was kept strictly confidential by Doyecheon’s orders.

Jidong Tak also tactfully nodded.

“That puppy-like bastard seems to have crossed Bucheonju-nim’s mood. How about it, should I handle it on my end?”

“No, it’s the opposite. Recruit that bastard.”

“Recruit… you say?”

“Right. Bucheonju-nim intends to make that bastard our ally.”

“…Pardon?”

“Hiccup. So approach him secretly, build friendship, and arrange things so he can join our side.”

Jidong Tak was flustered by the unexpected words.

But that was only momentary, as Jidong Tak immediately bowed his head and accepted the order.

“Leave it to me with confidence. This Jidong Tak didn’t even refuse to play matchmaker in the old days.”

“Haha, that’s the spirit. Approach with loyalty. Then won’t Bucheonju-nim surely reward you?”

“What am I, a mere ruffian. The grace I’ve already received is abundant.”

“Hehehe, this fellow knows his place well. Try having bigger ambitions. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“…I’m simply grateful.”

Jidong Tak poured drinks again while flattering Jang Bo-heom, and Jang Bo-heom, now completely drunk, accepted everything without suspicion.

“Then take care on your way.”

“Burp, right… You rest comfortably too, brother.”

As Jang Bo-heom staggered away waving his hand and disappeared into the darkness.

Jidong Tak’s eyes completely changed.

No longer the groveling merchant from moments before, but the eyes of the master of Changsha’s nights, Ya-ju.

“What a fucking bastard. Acting high and mighty when he’s just the lowest seat of the Ten Heavenly Commanders.”

Ya-ju emitted a murderous aura, as if all his groveling from before had been an act.

It was an presence that didn’t lose to Jang Bo-heom at all, or rather, was even superior.

Step-.

Then, a subordinate who had been hiding in the shadows of the wall revealed himself.

“Shall I report to Bucheonju-nim and receive an assassination order?”

To the subordinate’s words, spoken with murderous eyes, Jidong Tak pondered briefly before answering.

“Never mind. Seeing how he doesn’t even properly know my true identity, it seems Bucheonju-nim also considers him just a disposable pawn.”

“Understood.”

That was right. In truth, Ya-ju’s real identity wasn’t that of a mere merchant.

He was a ‘shadow’ employed by Bucheonju.

Not openly revealed but belonging to the darkness, Ya-ju Jidong Tak was the one who handled all the dirty, vile work that didn’t shy away from bloodshed.

His relationship with Doyecheon was even closer than Jang Bo-heom’s.

After all, his success in unifying Changsha’s nights was only possible because Doyecheon had actively supported him from behind.

“When shall we make contact with the target we heard about?”

“Start immediately.”

“Understood. However, they say his personality is quite unusual, so we need to approach him with some caution…”

“Hmph, his nickname is the Prodigal of Zhuge anyway. Just approach him smoothly, grease his belly a bit, and let him enjoy pleasures at the giru.”

Jidong Tak spoke with a slimy and despicable smile.

“How could a mere bastard like him refuse to follow Bucheonju?”

“Understood. Then I’ll make contact using the usual methods.”

“Good. Do that. Ah!”

Ya-ju, who had been giving instructions, suddenly cut himself off.

“Come to think of it, the place where he was appointed as Daeju was Baekya Unit, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Speaking of Baekya Unit, it reminds me. There should be someone there I’ve had my eye on. Why hasn’t she come to my bedchamber yet?”

“…Ah, about that.”

Haah. Here we go again.

At Jidong Tak’s words, his subordinate inwardly swallowed a sigh.

Ya-ju, Jidong Tak was a man who possessed both commercial talent and martial arts skills, but he also had terrible sexual perversions proportional to those abilities.

Once he took a liking to a woman, whether she was engaged or had children and a family, he had to possess her regardless, and he wouldn’t hesitate to commit all sorts of evil acts to achieve that.

He would completely destroy the families of women living ordinary lives and force them to work in giru.

‘What was her name again? Was it Hae-yeon?’

A year ago, the woman Jidong Tak had set his sights on was named Hae-yeon.

Originally a low-level clerk in the Military Department, which was Sadocheon’s brain, but Ya-ju, who had fallen for her at first sight and harbored lustful thoughts, had pulled strings to forcibly transfer her to Baekya Unit.

-There’s nothing more thrilling than making them submit on their own and come before me.

And so he had been tormenting her viciously for a whole year, trying to get her into his grasp.

But Hae-yeon had endured silently without giving up until now.

“How is that bitch, who never learned even a shred of martial arts as a Military Department clerk, still holding out?”

“It seems she had natural martial talent. From what I hear, she’s been self-studying alone in Baekya Unit’s martial arts library…”

“Hmm.”

At Jidong Tak’s displeased frown, his subordinate hastily added:

“But you don’t need to worry. This time, I’ve sent a vice-commander from Black Spirit Division to definitely make her submit.”

“Ho, a vice-commander from Black Spirit Division? You mean Jeok-chu Sword?”

“Yes, even though they’re both Oecheon-dae, Black Spirit Division is rated as a first-class combat unit right below the Ten Heavenly Commanders. She absolutely won’t be able to endure with her meager skills.”

“Hehe, the bitches Jeok-chu Sword has brought so far all looked unsightly due to sword scars. Well, it can’t be helped.”

It was an utterly chilling statement, but Jidong Tak didn’t care at all.

What mattered most to him was his own desires.

“Hehe, I should be able to have some fun tonight after a long while.”

Jidong Tak moistened his lips with his tongue.

In his mind, Jeok-un’s name was already becoming hazy.

* * *

“…Daeju-nim, will it be alright?”

Go Bok-gil asked Jeok-un with a worried look.

The two men who had left their quarters were on their way to their first day of work at Baekya Unit.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean what? The people of Oecheon-dae are so rough. They say the initiation for newcomers is brutal too…”

“Mm, don’t worry. I’m safe.”

“Huh? What about me?”

“Baekya Unit’s first rule: Protect your own body yourself!”

“Wh-what does that mean?!”

Jeok-un answered nonchalantly and strode forward.

Go Bok-gil, whose face had turned pale, kept chattering beside him, but Jeok-un had no intention of comforting the guy.

No, it would be more accurate to say he didn’t have the mental capacity to comfort him.

‘How long has it been, Hyeol-hu?’

Right now, Jeok-un’s heart was completely excited at the thought of meeting an old connection again.

Like the protagonists of various epic tales such as Chu-Han Contention and Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the process of unifying Sapa wasn’t something Jeok-un had accomplished entirely alone.

Jeok-un had four trusted subordinates he could rely on and entrust his side to, and in Gangho they were called the Four Pillars of Black Heaven.

Four pillars supporting the black sky.

The giants who helped Sapa Jeil-in achieve great deeds were as crazy as their achievements were great.

They had rolled through all sorts of battlefields with Jeok-un, building military achievements, creating legends, and earning nicknames.

Tosal, Heukjuk, Cheolsan.

And.

Hyeol-hu.

The person he was going to meet now was the youngest of the Four Pillars of Black Heaven, and the only woman.

Hyeol-hu.

No, it was Hae-yeon.

Among the four pillars, she was the most prickly and meticulous, sometimes scary.

‘But her natural intellect was too outstanding.’

Her innate abilities were too excellent.

Her mind was so brilliant that it wouldn’t pale in comparison even to her father, who was called Cheon-neul.

However, strangely, before meeting him, she was in Baekya Unit, which was Oecheon-dae, not in Sadocheon’s Military Department, and Jeok-un had recommended her as soon as he saw her.

Afterward, he acknowledged her talents even more than she did herself and kept her close by his side.

And she bloomed her talents to their fullest, displaying her abilities to her heart’s content, until…

‘She was the first to meet death…’

Among the Four Pillars of Black Heaven, she was the first to sacrifice her life for him.

Just as Jeok-un was feeling bitter while recalling her tragic end.

“Phew, Daeju-nim. We’ve arrived.”

At that moment, they had reached a shabby estate with Baekya Unit’s nameplate attached.

‘Huh?’

But something was strange.

Go Bok-gil tilted his head.

“Huh? Why is no one here??”

No matter how much it was Oecheon-dae, there should definitely be gate guards protecting the estate, but the main gate was completely empty.

In such a situation.

Clang!

Waaah!

The sound of swords and shouts from inside the estate reached Jeok-un’s ears.

‘…What?’

Jeok-un felt an inexplicable uneasiness and entered inside Baekya Unit.

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