The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 36

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

 

Chapter 36

 

‘Am I dreaming right now?’

 

Wudun’s subordinates thought this.

 

But the bloody stench reaching their noses insisted that this was reality, not a dream.

 

So then.

 

That corpse over there, with limbs grotesquely broken and twisted.

 

That meant it was their captain, Wudun.

 

‘Heuup…!’

 

Wudun’s subordinates swallowed their breath.

 

The incomprehensible reality, or more precisely, the person who created that incomprehensible reality.

 

They didn’t want to draw Jeok-un’s attention.

 

If they caught Jeok-un’s gaze.

 

They too might end up in the same state as Wudun.

 

Fear overwhelmed them.

 

“Hi, hiik?!”

 

Sure enough, when one of unfortunate Wudun’s subordinates made eye contact with Jeok-un, he let out a frivolous and pathetic scream and collapsed.

 

‘I’m, I’m going to die…!’

 

And for good reason.

 

Jeok-un’s killing intent and skill were real.

 

Hadn’t that Wudun died without even being able to put up a proper fight?

 

So someone like him, a small fry, could be killed as easily as swatting a fly.

 

This was certainly true, but whether fortunately or unfortunately, such a thing didn’t happen.

 

“Clean it up.”

 

“Yes, yes…?”

 

When the subordinate who had reflexively answered first asked back in confusion, Jeok-un coldly barked.

 

“Clean it up, I said. It’s getting in the way.”

 

As he said this, Jeok-un poked Wudun’s corpse with his foot.

 

An attitude as if dealing with dirty trash.

 

It was a sight that would make any subordinate who served Wudun furious.

 

But no one erupted in anger.

 

They knew that if they did, instead of cleaning up one corpse, they’d have to clean up two.

 

“Cl, clean up, you say. Where to…?”

 

“You’re asking because you don’t know?”

 

“Ah, I understand. Straight to the main unit of the Black Spirit Division…”

 

“Ehey, not there.”

 

“…Yes?”

 

As the subordinates were confused, Jeok-un smiled coldly and said.

 

“You should take it to your ‘real’ master, shouldn’t you.”

 

“-!!”

 

The subordinates’ eyes widened as if they would burst.

 

Real master meant.

 

He knew that Ya-ju was behind them.

 

‘Cr, crazy…’

 

‘Then he did all this knowing everything?’

 

When they lifted Wudun’s corpse with trembling hands.

 

“Go and tell him.”

 

Jeok-un’s finishing blow followed.

 

“I’ll be coming soon. Tell him to wash his neck and wait.”

 

“?!”

 

At those words, Wudun’s subordinates’ faces turned ashen.

 

The moment they delivered those words to Ya-ju, they wouldn’t be able to avoid trouble.

 

But since they couldn’t run away either, Wudun’s subordinates roughly nodded and left the training ground as if fleeing.

 

Whoosh…!

 

When the surroundings were colored with silence, so much that even the sound of a gentle breeze could be heard.

 

Swoosh!

 

Jeok-un headed to the medical room where Hyeol-hu would be.

 

“I, I’ll come with you, Daeju.”

 

Go Bok-gil hurriedly followed behind.

 

* * *

 

“Kekeke, what a crazy bastard.”

 

The head of the Black Medicine Hall, Hwamul of the Gentle Fist and Poison Needle, burst into laughter looking at Jeok-un.

 

“This is only the second time I’m seeing you, but your mouth is rough.”

 

“Keuheu, you’ve been causing incidents every single day since joining Sadocheon, so what should I call you if not a crazy bastard?”

 

Hwamul said with a giggle.

 

Though he poured out curses, curiosity showed in Hwamul’s eyes.

 

Recently, beings that gave him such fun and interest in Sadocheon had become nearly extinct.

 

Jeok-un shrugged and said.

 

“I don’t cause incidents because I want to. This place makes me cause incidents.”

 

“Hooh?”

 

“Somehow, all of Sadocheon is a mess.”

 

Hwamul said with gleaming eyes.

 

“Keke, it sounds like you’re saying you’ll keep causing incidents?”

 

“What can I do? Since I’m the only one to swing a club at crazy bastards, I have no choice.”

 

At his calm and confident attitude, as if stating a universal truth, Hwamul grinned and thought to himself.

 

This guy is a ‘real’ crazy bastard.

 

Just how did such a lunatic emerge from that petty and inflexible Jeongpa? As he was about to ponder deeply, Jeok-un spoke.

 

“So how is this girl’s condition?”

 

His eyes held Hae-yeon lying on the sickbed.

 

Though emergency treatment seemed to be finished, her condition didn’t look good at first glance.

 

“They tormented her terribly. What kind of damn torture did she receive day after day, not even being from the Demonic Cult? The shock of energy disruption has seeped deep into her bones. She’ll need at least a month of recovery.”

 

Hwamul spoke seriously.

 

Though his tyrannical personality stood out due to his fists coming before words, Hwamul never joked when discussing a patient’s details.

 

But Jeok-un’s reaction was different.

 

“That won’t do.”

 

“…What?”

 

He outright rejected the result.

 

Hwamul’s grinning expression hardened.

 

Because he extremely disliked interference with his diagnosis and prescription.

 

Just as he was about to pour out harsh words in return.

 

“Golden Salvation Pill.”

 

“…!”

 

“Use that.”

 

“You want me to use the Golden Salvation Pill on this girl?”

 

“You heard correctly.”

 

At Jeok-un’s words, not only Hwamul but also Hwang-no and Go Bok-gil were shocked.

 

The Golden Salvation Pill was a supreme elixir that even Danzu-level and above in Sadocheon used with caution.

 

In other words, it was an incredibly expensive and valuable elixir.

 

Using such an elixir for just a member of the Oecheon Unit?

 

Such a thing couldn’t be possible.

 

Hwamul asked in bewilderment.

 

“No, do you think you can afford that divine medicine with your monthly salary?”

 

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t have it, would I?”

 

“…!”

 

“Including that, use the finest elixirs and medicinal herbs without sparing any expense. Make sure he awakens within two days no matter what.”

 

“!!”

 

While Hwamul and everyone else were stunned.

 

“Don’t worry, there’s someone else who will pay for it.”

 

Jeok-un added with a meaningful remark.

 

There’s someone else who will pay.

 

Hwamul caught onto Jeok-un’s intentions and twisted the corner of his mouth again.

 

What he thought was the end seemed to be just the beginning.

 

“Alright, I understand. But what kind of connection do you have with this guy to go that far?”

 

“It’s a deep connection.”

 

“So who is he exactly?”

 

“I met him for the first time today.”

 

“??”

 

A look of bewilderment appeared in Hwamul’s eyes.

 

* * *

 

While gathering the spiritual medicine, Hwamul said he would also brew herbal medicine and dragged Go Bok-gil along as his assistant.

 

In the end, three people remained in the hospital room.

 

Hae-yeon lying on the bed and Jeok-un.

 

“You said your name was Hwang-no?”

 

“Yes.”

 

And Hwang-no, who had brought Hae-yeon here.

 

His answer was brief.

 

It might have seemed somewhat rude, but Jeok-un didn’t mind at all.

 

It wasn’t because of his wrinkled face that held the weight of years.

 

Nor was it because he couldn’t sit due to his inconvenient leg from being lame.

 

“I heard on the way here that you’ve been with the Baekya Unit the longest. Is that correct?”

 

“That’s correct.”

 

Hwang-no was an outsider.

 

Since Sadocheon had established itself in Changsha and was full of outsiders, that wasn’t a special point.

 

If there was anything noteworthy, it would be that despite being lame and unable to use one leg properly, he had persevered in the Baekya Unit for decades.

 

But that wasn’t because of exceptional martial arts.

 

Though his white hair showed he had long since retired, the reason he remained here was.

 

Because his other talents besides martial arts were exceptionally outstanding.

 

Among the Baekya Unit members who were mostly illiterate, he could read and write having learned the Thousand Character Classic, and he was also good with numbers.

 

Moreover, though he spoke little, his character and reputation were so excellent that he had no enemies with anyone.

 

In short, he was a learned and wise old gangho veteran who was often sought for advice even by other Oecheon Units.

 

That’s why other members found it strange that Hwang-no didn’t leave the Baekya Unit.

 

If wise Hwang-no knew anything, he would know that as long as Yachu remained, the Baekya Unit had no future.

 

“But I see you have quite many talents?”

 

“No. Even combined, they’re all useless talents.”

 

“No, not that kind.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

Hwang-no asked back with an expression of complete incomprehension, but Jeok-un chuckled and said.

 

“How could Hae-yeon, who knows nothing about martial arts, endure for a year and even fight Wudun at the end?”

 

“…!”

 

At Jeok-un’s words, a strange light flashed in Hwang-no’s eyes, but it soon disappeared.

 

“…That’s because Hae-yeon was born with exceptional talent.”

 

“No.”

 

Jeok-un said firmly.

 

“I examined his martial bones. His martial bones are ordinary. No, they’re lacking if anything. He learned martial arts quite late.”

 

Jeok-un declared.

 

Faced with that momentum, Hwang-no couldn’t argue back and closed his mouth.

 

But Jeok-un continued his words.

 

“That final sword technique wasn’t the kind found in the old martial arts manuals scattered in the Baekya Unit’s library.”

 

“….”

 

There was one reason why Jeok-un didn’t immediately rescue Hae-yeon when he was cornered.

 

Because among the Baekya Unit members watching the duel, there seemed to be an unknown person who might rush in before him.

 

And.

 

That was precisely ‘Hwang-no’ standing before him.

 

‘To think this gentleman was hiding in the Baekya Unit.’

 

Though he had no connection with him before his regression, the opponent was by no means an ordinary existence.

 

But for now, Jeok-un swallowed that fact and continued speaking.

 

“Then there are two possibilities. Either Hae-yeon has the qualities of a grandmaster who creates martial arts.”

 

“….”

 

“Or he received guidance from someone.”

 

Jeok-un spoke as if asking Hwang-no with a face that still revealed nothing, and Hwang-no maintained his silence.

 

Then Jeok-un said casually.

 

“Old man, you kept your right hand clenched throughout the duel.”

 

“…!”

 

“As if you were afraid you might not be able to hold back and throw a strike.”

 

Swoosh.

 

Instantly, a chilling aura swirled in Hwang-no’s eyes.

 

That explosive atmosphere as if something serious was about to happen.

 

“Well, never mind if not.”

 

“…??”

 

Dissipated futilely at Jeok-un’s nonsensical follow-up remark.

 

Just as Hwang-no was dumbfounded.

 

Swish.

 

Jeok-un suddenly stood up from his seat and said.

 

“I have no intention of uncovering your identity or erasing the debt.”

 

“…!”

 

“But you’ll have to decide by the time I return.”

 

Jeok-un said firmly once again.

 

“Because I have no intention of keeping a ‘shadow’ whose identity I don’t know under me.”

 

“…!”

 

At the word shadow, Hwang-no’s eyes trembled as if struck by an earthquake.

 

Though he said he didn’t know the identity, the very fact that he called him a shadow made him think his identity was already known.

 

After finishing those words, Jeok-un seemed about to leave, then stood at the hospital room door and said.

 

“Take good care of him until I return.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

Hwang-no looked up in confusion.

 

Jeok-un was looking down at him.

 

“You’re still my subordinate until you retire. Any problem with that?”

 

“…No problem.”

 

“Then, good work.”

 

Step.

 

Just as Jeok-un was about to leave for somewhere, Hwang-no asked.

 

“…But where are you planning to go?”

 

“What are you asking?”

 

Then Jeok-un chuckled and answered as if it were obvious.

 

“Naturally, I’m going to take Yachu’s head.”

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