The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 42

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family — Chapter 42

Gyeom Sa-chan’s iron mace carved a gale through the air.
The members of the Black Crow Society rushing toward the main hall could not withstand it, their bodies shattering into fragments.
Crack—
The sound of bones splintering and blood spraying in all directions was more than enough to instill terror in those who witnessed it.
As a result, no one dared approach recklessly.
Gyeom Sa-chan, having wrought such carnage, walked into the main hall without hesitation, his footsteps heavy and deliberate.
He shattered the firmly sealed doors and moved toward the source of any sound he detected.
“W-who… gah?!”
Crash!
A soldier guarding the main hall drew his sword and rushed out, but the iron mace showed no mercy, crushing his skull.
Splinter—
“Ahhh!”
Someone cried out in terror at the sound of bones shattering elsewhere. Hearing this, Gyeom Sa-chan smirked and walked slowly forward.
Thud, thud—
His footsteps echoed with terrifying resonance.
He moved, sensing every presence around him.
This main hall did not contain only Dong-bang Gu.
Whenever Gyeom Sa-chan heard even the faintest breath, he would smash through the door and enter.
“Kyaaaah— gah?!”
A woman in hiding shrieked, but her cry ended abruptly. The iron mace that suddenly flew toward her silenced her breath, and then he swung it once more toward a nearby wall.
Boom—!
As the wall crumbled, two boys became visible, their eyes wide with terror, their bodies trembling violently.
Their eyes were filled with fear and dread.
It was the desperate gaze of those who understood all too well that they could do nothing to change their fate with their own strength.
Gyeom Sa-chan laughed.
His sons? Relatives?
It mattered little.
Crash!
The swung iron mace showed the boys no mercy in their final moments.
Though the Family Head he sought was not among them, he had never intended to spare anyone regardless, so his mace, too, was merciless.
Soon, corpses lay scattered throughout the many rooms.
The grotesquely crushed bodies gurgled as they spewed blood.
Amid the carnage of the Sea of Blood and Corpses, Gyeom Sa-chan moved toward the remaining room.
Grrrrgh—
The sound of the iron mace scraping across the floor echoed outward.
As if announcing to his opponent that I am coming now, a threat in itself.
Finally, he stopped before the last remaining room and lightly swung his iron mace.
Crash—!
The firmly locked door shattered pathetically, and in that same instant, a blade thrust toward me with terrifying speed.
But it was slow.
I was not the sort to fall to such an attack.
I tilted my head slightly to evade and swung my iron mace in response.
Crack—!
“Aaaahhhhh—!”
Dong-bang Gu’s arm was crushed and sent flying, crashing against the wall.
His screams of agony were inhuman.
The bones in his arm were completely shattered, hanging uselessly. A pain no mortal could endure.
“How troublesome.”
I turned my gaze away from the wretch.
There, scattered about as if hastily packed for escape, lay countless treasures and valuables. Even as family members and all of Sega’s forces perished, his despicable selfishness was evident—he alone sought to survive and flee with his riches.
A faint smile played across my lips as my eyes fixed upon one object.
Nestled among the treasures.
An Asura statue.
“There it is.”
The moment I reached for it, Dong-bang Gu, still wailing in agony, crawled forward and seized my ankle with his remaining hand.
“…That… is mine… mine…”
“Hah.”
I glanced down at him and exhaled slowly.
A hollow laugh escaped my lips at the absurdity, and then I moved my iron mace.
Crack!
The mace crushed Dong-bang Gu’s face.
His body flew backward, spraying blood across the ground as it tumbled.
Without even sparing a glance at the corpse, I turned my attention back to the statue.
“Truly a precious object.”
The moment I beheld it, I felt drawn in as if by some seductive force. My mind insisted that only this deserved reverence, and everything else faded from sight.
I understood perfectly why Dong-bang Gu, even facing death, had crawled forward to grasp my ankle—such was the allure of this thing.
I barely resisted the pull threatening to consume me, steadied my breathing, and composed my wavering mind as I examined the statue once more.
An exquisitely crafted statue wrought of gold.
It would fetch a decent price if sold, but that was not what I sought.
The Gok Ok hanging from its neck.
I seized the Gok Ok, which gleamed with a subtle blue radiance and whispered its seduction, then cast the statue aside.
“Use it as coin for the afterlife.”
I spoke these words to the now-lifeless Dong-bang Gu, then turned and retraced my steps back the way I had come.
My eyes remained sharp, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
Searching for any remaining prey.
But sensing nothing further, I exited the chamber.
The outside was chaos.
The Black Crow Society’s numbers, which had once reached fifty, had been considerably thinned.
Yet even so, a formidable force remained.
Though the Seventh Squad overwhelmed them in skill, the sheer weight of numbers pressing forward and exploiting gaps to strike meant that even members of the Seventh Squad fell, their breath extinguished.
And then there were the Eastern Sect Warriors as well.
With such a chaotic melee unfolding without order, even the Seventh Squad found themselves in dire straits.
As Gyeom Sa-chan observed this from the sidelines, a man rushed toward him urgently.
“Leader! Have you recovered the object?”
“Ah—the object? Of course I’ve recovered it.”
“Then I shall withdraw the subordinates. People are gathering, having heard the commotion.”
Gyeom Sa-chan listened quietly and nodded.
With a disturbance of this magnitude, it was only natural that crowds would gather.
Soon, even the authorities would mobilize.
“We must recover all the corpses.”
“Understood.”
The Deputy Leader nodded and withdrew a Tiger Horn whistle from his robes.
The moment he sounded it, the Seventh Squad would retreat.
But he could not allow that.
Confirming that the Deputy Leader had glanced away for just an instant, Gyeom Sa-chan swung his iron mace as if he had been waiting for precisely this moment.
Crack!
The Deputy Leader’s chest beside him shattered and flew backward.
Splurt!
“Gahhh!”
Rolling across the ground, he gasped violently, his body trembling. I had struck with considerable force, yet seeing him still alive, it was clear the Deputy Leader’s position was not held without reason.
He was undoubtedly the one who should have been dealt with first.
Gyeom Sa-chan moved swiftly.
“You really are too dangerous.”
“…!”
Then, toward the Deputy Leader’s head—his eyes wide with disbelief—I brought the iron mace down with brutal force.
Crack!
Unlike before, his skull shattered completely this time.
Confirming the corpse’s stillness, Gyeom Sa-chan bared his teeth in a grin.
“Whether I die here or die while they chase me, death is the same either way.”
Now that I had the Gok Ok in hand, my subordinates were meaningless.
They were men who could sacrifice their very souls for the Sect.
They would surely pursue me once they discovered my betrayal.
If they began to chase, it would become considerably troublesome.
It was better to use this chaos to my advantage.
“…Gahhh?!”
Drawing upon my inner power, I moved with terrifying speed.
Utterly unrestrained and unstoppable.
In an instant, I severed the life force of the Jo-won members and obliterated the assembled Black Crow Society and Sega warriors.
With the Deputy Leader dead, none remained to impede my iron mace’s rampage.
Thud, thud, thud—crash!
It was not only the Jo-won members who panicked at this sudden turn of events. The Black Crow Society too seemed gripped by terror at the arrival of one possessing such overwhelming power.
Unlike before, they attempted to retreat and flee, but it proved futile.
My iron mace no longer distinguished between ally and enemy.
Crash!
I swung it relentlessly.
The Jo-won members, recognizing the situation, shifted their targets and began resisting fiercely, yet their efforts fell short against the momentum-driven iron mace of Gyeom Sa-chan.
Crunch!
In a brief span of time, countless bodies fell.
Not a single member of the Black Crow Society remained standing, and the few Jo-won members that survived could only retreat hesitantly, their eyes wide with fear as they gazed upon me.
“…Squad Leader… why are you doing this….”
Crash!
As the last remaining Jo-won member was reduced to a mangled corpse sprawled upon the ground, I finally wiped the blood from my face with a rough gesture and drew in a deep breath.
“Huff—don’t harbor resentment. Isn’t this simply how the world works?”
No one spoke.
All that existed in that place was myself, drenched in blood and standing motionless, and corpses scattered about. Looking around at a location where not a single living soul remained, I turned my back.
Then I began to move away swiftly.
The Sect’s intelligence network was formidable.
Within half a double-hour, word of what transpired here would spread, and soon the Assassination Unit would mobilize to eliminate me.
Before that happened, I needed to distance myself as much as possible.
First, I would hide, then unearth the secrets concealed within the Gok Ok.
Once I uncovered those secrets and seized that power, I would no longer fear the Sect.
I could become Divine.
Not one who looked up, but one who looked down upon all others.
Such thoughts filled my heart with exhilaration that would not fade.
My name would spread throughout the Central Plains, and I would become an existence before whom all would prostrate themselves, unable to even lift their faces properly.
To achieve that, I first needed to evade pursuit.
And it seemed heaven itself was aiding me—the circumstances were most favorable.
Rumble—!
Thunder and lightning began to rage.
Soon a torrential downpour would commence, erasing all traces of my passage and creating the worst possible conditions for my pursuers.
Whoosh—
As I pressed forward through the storm, I sensed something peculiar.
As if someone were pursuing me.
The Jo-won members had surely become guests of the underworld, so such a thing should not occur, yet that sensation would not dissipate.
Could the commander have sent someone after me?
As I entertained such thoughts.
Whoosh—!
Something flew at me.
I twisted sharply to evade it.
Thwack!
The projectile embedded itself in the bamboo with a sharp crack. But there was no time to identify what it was.
Another volley came hurtling through the air.
Whoosh—!
I felt the hidden weapon cutting through the void with an eerie whistle.
In the same instant, I hurled my body into empty space.
Thud—
Another projectile struck something with a dull thud, and from somewhere a flash of light erupted as a blade’s aura streaked toward me.
Whirling—
It shimmered like moonlight itself.
“Ugh?!”
Crash!
Clang—
The surroundings remained shrouded in darkness.
I barely deflected the strike, but I could not avoid being driven backward.
Whoosh—
At least I had sustained no injury, which was fortunate.
Yet the fact that I had been forced to retreat kindled fury in my eyes.
“Who are you?!”
I shouted in an enraged voice, my gaze fixed on where I sensed the presence.
Unlike before, my opponent no longer seemed intent on concealing their presence—steady footsteps were now audible, drawing closer.
Whoosh—
The sound grew louder with each moment.
They were approaching.
Flash—!
In that instant, lightning split the sky.
For a brief moment, the surroundings blazed with light, and a human silhouette became visible.
But I could not discern who it was.
Flash!
Lightning struck again, and the figure drew even closer.
Gyeom Sa-chan furrowed his brow.
He could not identify who this was at all.
He wondered if it might be a squad leader from the Shadow Assassins, but he had never seen anyone with such a build among them.
Flash—!
Lightning flashed once more, and the Shadow Figure appeared directly before his eyes.
“You…?”
A face somehow familiar, yet uncertain.
Whoosh—
Not a member of the Shadow Assassins, nor even of the Sect.
Yet undeniably familiar.
In that instant, I was about to dredge up something I had buried deep in memory.
Patter-patter-!
As if waiting for this moment, rain began to pour down.
The man standing motionless in the downpour smiled.
“You’ve had it rough.”
His low voice seeped into my ears with an unsettling intimacy.

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