The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 195

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Chapter 195.
For a moment, Baek Jeon Cheon doubted his own ears.
“It’s not a difficult task?”
“That’s correct. Then, I shall depart immediately.”
“Wait, wait a moment. Bu Eunseol.”
“It’s fine.”
Bu Eunseol smiled calmly.
As a member of the Guusal Unit herself, she possessed intimate knowledge of the martial affairs across all the sects.
Even without Baek Jeon Cheon’s words, she understood perfectly how absurd this mission truly was. Yet she voiced not a single complaint.
“If the sect in Seomseong were not there, I would have abandoned this task.”
“Pardon?”
“Please summon all members of the Mubon Squad to the Martial Arts Arena.”
As Baek Jeon Cheon’s expression betrayed his complete bewilderment, Bu Eunseol responded instead with a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
It was merely a simple smile.
Yet it conveyed far greater confidence than any solemn declaration of “I shall accomplish this mission even at the cost of my life!”
‘What exactly does she intend to do?’
He was the Man Bak Dang Master, a strategist who saw through matters several steps ahead of ordinary men.
But Bu Eunseol’s intentions remained utterly beyond his comprehension.
‘I haven’t felt this way in quite some time.’
The Demon Palace possessed countless warriors of exceptional martial prowess, yet few possessed multiple talents simultaneously.
Moreover, Bu Eunseol was not one to deliver results slowly.
Perhaps by the very moment the Mubon Squad was summoned, all her stratagems were already prepared.
‘How intriguing. I wonder how she will unfold this task.’
He found himself intensely curious about how Bu Eunseol would execute this mission.
“Understood. I shall assemble the Mubon Squad at the Martial Arts Arena at once.”
Baek Jeon Cheon smiled broadly.
Already sensing that Gangho would be overturned once more.
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Every sect harbors those who do not fit in. The Demon Palace was no exception.
Ruffians who defy the chain of command.
Eccentrics whose inner worlds are so peculiar they cannot harmonize with others.
Those who cynically or timidly avoid human relationships altogether.
Those whose character and conduct have deteriorated so thoroughly they cannot mingle with people—and so forth.
Young warriors of the Demon Palace, rejected by their original units for various reasons, are all assigned to a place called the Mubon Squad.
And they receive no missions. If they do receive one, it means only one thing.
Disposal.
After all, worthless cards are discarded without hesitation whenever the moment comes.
“Commander of the Mubon Squad? This is absurd.”
Hyuk So Jin, walking shoulder to shoulder with Bu Eunseol toward the Martial Arts Arena, could not hide his bewilderment.
“You’re telling me to take one unit of useless ruffians and drive the Maban Sect out of Seomseong? That’s a place even the Hua Shan Sect hesitates to touch.”
“….”
“Moreover, you’re telling me to kill the sect leader of the Maban Sect, who’s holed up deep in their headquarters and never comes out? Haven’t you heard that the Maban Sect has over three thousand members?”
Though Hyuk So Jin cried out in frustration, Bu Eunseol simply continued walking as if she heard nothing.
In truth, I had anticipated a trial of this magnitude.
I was actually grateful they’d assigned even a single Mubon Squad unit to me.
After all, I’d been prepared to go alone with Hyuk So Jin if necessary.
Murmur, murmur.
As we drew near the Martial Arts Arena, roughly thirty warriors were scattered about, their idle chatter filling the air.
Among them were youths barely past their twenties, and men who appeared to be approaching their thirties.
Some even had bloodshot eyes, as if they hadn’t fully sobered up.
“Damn it. Of all people, we have to take orders from an expert of the Nangya Sect.”
A man crouched on the ground cursed irritably.
“And apparently not even a proper successor at that? I heard this one’s from the newly selected Ten Demon Immortals?”
The warriors sitting nearby each sighed and muttered among themselves.
“Rumor has it they’ve fallen out of favor with the Ten Demonic Gates and were given a suicide mission.”
“Damn, we managed to survive by keeping our heads down. And now they’re sending us out in one fell swoop like this.”
Footstep, footstep.
The Mubon Squad members turned around at the sound of approaching footsteps.
Upon spotting Bu Eunseol and Hyuk So Jin, they reluctantly frowned and rose to their feet.
The oldest-looking man among them, with hollow eyes, approached and spoke.
“Are you the Vice Master of the Nangya Sect?”
“I am.”
As Bu Eunseol nodded, Jo Nam Cheon’s eyebrows twitched.
No matter that she was a successor candidate to the Demon Palace, being spoken to so casually irritated him.
“Jo Nam Cheon, temporary commander of the Mubon Squad, offers his respects.”
His hands were clasped, but his posture was slovenly and his expression sour, as if he’d bitten into rotten fruit.
“Ah, my mistake. Now that Vice Master Bu has taken command of the Mubon Squad, I suppose I’ve become just an ordinary member.”
Speaking with a grumbling tone, he glanced at Hyuk So Jin and asked.
“And the person beside you is….”
“Hyuk So Jin.”
When Hyuk So Jin answered in the same casual manner as Bu Eunseol, Jo Nam Cheon smirked and spoke.
“Are you from the Demon Palace?”
“No.”
“What a shame.”
Jo Nam Cheon grinned wickedly.
“Had you been affiliated with the Demon Palace, you surely would have become one of our squad’s finest.”
“That’s amusing. How could I, the successor of Jeol Cheon Myul Ji, ever be affiliated with the Demon Palace?”
“Oh, so you’re the successor of Jeol Cheon Myul Ji?”
Jo Nam Cheon clasped his hands again toward Hyuk So Jin with renewed respect.
“It’s an honor to meet you.”
His tone was courteous, but his expression was bored, punctuated by yawns. The intent to deliberately ignore was unmistakable.
“Why are you yawning while looking at my face?”
“I didn’t sleep last night, so I’m exhausted.”
“I could wake you up real quick.”
“Now that’s something to look forward to.”
As the gazes between Hyuk So Jin and Jo Nam Cheon grew fierce, Bu Eunseol stepped forward and spoke.
“Is this the entire Mubon Squad?”
“Yes, it is.”
Bu Eunseol scrutinized each member of the Mubon Squad, who sat in slouched postures.
It was like observing cheap trinkets scattered across Market Street.
Some glared at Bu Eunseol menacingly, while others kept their heads bowed, unable to meet her gaze.
Some carried weapons, while others concealed throwing blades or even wore copper shell armor and hidden projectile weapons beneath their clothing.
“Excellent.”
As Bu Eunseol nodded with satisfaction, Hyuk So Jin beside her opened his mouth.
“Excellent?”
“Each one has a strong individuality.”
Bu Eunseol spoke matter-of-factly.
“Individuality can become a weapon. In Murim, that is.”
“It can also become the catalyst for self-destruction in coordinated operations.”
Ignoring Hyuk So Jin’s rebuke, Bu Eunseol stood before the Mubon Squad members.
Then Jo Nam Cheon, who had been glancing nervously, gestured to several members and spoke quietly.
“Stand up and form ranks.”
But Bu Eunseol waved her hand and spoke calmly.
“There’s no need to make them stand.”
Revealing her white teeth in a smile, she continued.
“Whether lying down or standing, ears are open either way.”
The squad members’ eyes sparkled as they heard her words.
They realized she was no ordinary thinker either.
“I am Bu Eunseol, your new Mubon Squad Master.”
Bu Eunseol swept her gaze across the members with solemn eyes and spoke in a low voice.
“You will leave the Demon Palace with me and go to Yurim.”
―Yurim? Are they referring to Yurim in Seomseong?
As the squad members exchanged glances and frowned, Bu Eunseol spoke.
“It is Ma Cheon Je’s command to drive out the Maban Sect from Yurim in Seomseong territory and kill the Maban Sect Master to demonstrate the Demon Palace’s authority far and wide.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, the faces of the Mubon Squad members crumpled.
“With just this handful of people, we’re supposed to drive out over three thousand members of the Maban Sect from Seomseong?”
“Damn it, they’re just telling us to die.”
“Why doesn’t the Squad Master simply renounce the position of successor candidate? Then we could return to normal assignments.”
At the unrestrained words of several squad members, Bu Eunseol laughed, revealing her white teeth.
“Exactly the behavior I expected. Is it because you possess such flawed thinking?”
In an instant, silence swept across the Martial Arts Arena.
Bu Eunseol swept her gaze across the Mubon Squad members once more, speaking in a low voice.
“Don’t worry. I’ve grown tired of seeing fools like you who think you’re special since childhood.”
In that moment, killing intent flowed from the eyes of the Mubon Squad members.
These individuals simply couldn’t harmonize with others due to various circumstances.
They were by no means fools lacking in martial prowess or intelligence.
Some among them even failed to integrate with the squad due to their elevated status.
Yet here was Bu Eunseol, barely different in age, suddenly denying their very existence?
“Commander.”
Unable to bear it any longer, Jo Nam Cheon offered counsel in a low voice.
“It would be wise not to touch the squad members’ pride, at least.”
“Pride?”
“I understand that you are a master of the Nangya Sect, Commander, but the Mubon Squad also has members of special status.”
Jo Nam Cheon, smiling faintly, pointed to a young man who kept his head bowed, his bangs covering his eyes.
“That member there, Wi Cheon Gyeong, whose eyes are hidden behind his bangs, is the half-brother of the Cheon Sal Unit Commander. And Won Se Moon, who wears twin swords, is the grandson of the Samil Gate Master who oversees the organization’s operations. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“How amusing.”
Bu Eunseol, a cold smile playing on her lips, spoke in a low voice.
“What status could mere meat puppets executing my orders possibly have?”
At those words, fire ignited in the eyes of the young man wearing twin swords, Won Se Moon.
“What did you just say?”
“You heard me.”
“Hmph, so you’re trying to control us from the very start? How juvenile.”
As Won Se Moon, having regained his composure, let out a scoff, Bu Eunseol spoke matter-of-factly.
“Listen well. I became temporary commander solely because of Ma Cheon Je’s orders. In other words, I hold no expectations whatsoever for any of you.”
In that moment, a chilling frost seemed to sweep across the Martial Arts Arena.
“Then why bring squad members you don’t expect anything from?”
At the question from Han So Woong, the member in the rear wearing bronze armor, Bu Eunseol answered.
“I already told you. I’m taking meat puppets to execute my orders under Ma Cheon Je’s command. And…”
A sinister crimson light gleamed in her eyes, which radiated cold killing intent.
“Don’t make me repeat the same words twice from my lips.”
Witnessing Bu Eunseol’s terrifying momentum, the Mubon Squad members displayed three different reactions.
Some looked surprised as if caught off guard. Others nodded in acknowledgment.
Still others sent ominous glances.
‘As expected…’
Bu Eunseol etched the faces of the members reacting in three distinct ways clearly into her memory.
After a moment of deep contemplation, she nodded to herself.
‘There aren’t many here worth suppressing through force alone.’
The Demon Palace was filled with masters of tremendous skill.
If these individuals were the type who could be won over through displays of formidable martial power,
they would never have been dragged into the Mubon Squad.
“People all have words they wish to hear.”
These were the words of Sim Wol, a disciple of Man Bak Dang whom I had once observed at the Demon Palace.
“And when someone speaks those words to them… they always remember that person as someone good.”
All humans harbor a powerful desire to be acknowledged by others.
Especially those with volatile and rebellious temperaments.
“You.”
My finger pointed directly at Won Se Moon, who had just challenged me moments before.
When he met my gaze, he responded with a faint smile instead.
His demeanor suggested that if violence were to erupt, he would not hesitate to overturn everything in his path.
“Something to say?”
“Since you bear twin blades, from now on I shall call you Twin Blades.”
“What did you say?”
“And you are the captain of Unit One.”
“Captain? A captain?”
Withdrawing my gaze from him, I immediately pointed to each of the nine members whose eyes burned with challenge and menace.
“You will all become members of Unit One from this moment forward. Stand in line behind Twin Blades.”
The eyes of those selected by my finger grew even more fierce.
Yet when my expression remained unmoved, they had no choice but to line up behind Won Se Moon in single file.
Something was peculiar, though. The light in Won Se Moon’s eyes had shifted subtly after receiving the position of captain.
Instead of defiance, they now gleamed with bewilderment and confusion.
“Why would I be made captain?”
“Among these foul-tempered men, you are the strongest.”
For a moment, Won Se Moon seemed at a loss for words, his mouth hanging open.
“Hmph, well, I suppose there’s no helping it.”
He cleared his throat with a scoff and turned away.
“But remember this well. I do not obey your orders—I follow the commands of Ma Cheon Je!”
Yet despite his words, a faint glimmer of joy shone through in his eyes.
Those with volatile temperaments and pride in their martial prowess desire positions of superiority over others.
Now that I had acknowledged his martial strength and bestowed upon him this title, he was already delighted.
‘These volatile and simple-minded men are far easier to manage.’
I possessed a profound understanding of human nature rivaling that of an eighty-year-old elder.
By granting status to Won Se Moon, whose temperament was most fierce and martial prowess most formidable, and entrusting him with the management of these rebellious members, he would dutifully oversee them.
“Bangs.”
I pointed to Wi Cheon Gyeong, whose long hair obscured his eyes as he stared downward at the ground.
“From now on, I shall call you Bangs. And you are the captain of Unit Two.”
Yet he merely kept his head bowed as though he had heard nothing.
“Do you understand?”
“I cannot. I cannot be a captain.”
Wi Cheon Gyeong shook his head in refusal.
“I am not as strong in martial prowess as Won Se Moon.”
“I didn’t select you as squad leader because of raw martial prowess, so keep your mouth shut and do your duty.”
Bu Eunseol then pointed at each of the unit members with her finger one by one.
“And you nine as well—you belong to this unit. Fall in behind him.”
Those whom Bu Eunseol indicated were all lean-framed with long legs.
In that instant, Wi Cheon Gyeong’s pupils flickered with a faint gleam.
‘This woman…’
Not only did those Bu Eunseol pointed to share a similar build with Wi Cheon Gyeong, but they also possessed the same specialty.
They were individuals whose lightness technique was exceptionally superior to the others.
‘Can she discern which martial techniques someone has mastered merely by observing them with her eyes?’

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