You Have Been Invited to the Auction House of the Gods - Chapter 125
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125
It had been several days since I graduated from the Training Cave.
Contrary to my expectations of having some leisure time, I was deployed on missions immediately after just one day of rest.
First place in Training Cave performance, victory in a life-or-death battle against the Instructor.
For these two reasons, I was appointed as Squad Leader.
Including Number 128, the five people who had stood behind me that day were assigned as my squad members.
Whether it was the Instructor’s revenge or someone else’s scheme who saw me as a thorn in their side for graduating from the Training Cave with an overwhelming lead, I couldn’t tell,
but the problem was that the difficulty of the missions assigned to me was absolutely ridiculous.
They said it was bandit suppression, but it was right in the heart of Green Forest Stronghold where the Bandit King resided.
They said it was an escort agency mission, but when I went, I had to deliver a Demonic Sword to Orthodox Sect territory.
I was curious about what was going on inside the head of the Regional Commander who assigned such missions.
‘There are people here too who do things like Porter taming.’
I didn’t want to find common ground with my world in aspects like this.
There were more than a few times I wanted to blow off the head of that rat bastard martial artist who assigned the missions.
But this place was different from the Training Cave.
If I gave them any opening, there were countless crazy bastards who would come rushing to take my head off, thinking it was their chance.
In times like this, the answer was to perfectly execute the assigned missions.
If I could perfectly accomplish what anyone could see was impossible, that would become my achievement and a means to strangle their necks.
Still, it wasn’t without results.
Through these processes, I had discovered several things.
I was now inside someone’s life.
Whether it was possession or reincarnation, whatever the method was.
I hadn’t expected that the entrusted education Chiron mentioned would be like this…
It seems I need to find the ‘opportunity’ that Chiron mentioned through this process.
Other than that, it was just trivial information.
I seemed to be the illegitimate child of some high-ranking person.
‘No wonder they showed such interest in a Lower-ranking Martial Artist…’
The gazes within the Demonic Sect were also divided in two.
“That’s something only Orthodox Sect bastards would do” and
“Still, you just need to prove yourself with strength.”
That was roughly the atmosphere.
The Squad Leader role was manageable enough.
Perhaps because we had overcome the trials together in the Training Cave, there was a certain level of trust,
and since Demonic Arts inherently possessed explosive power, there were no major obstacles in carrying out missions.
Rather, I was learning Demonic Arts from Number 128.
Though Number 128 didn’t say anything, the Martial Arts he used were extraordinary, so he seemed to be from a well-off family too.
I didn’t think learning Demonic Arts would be a problem.
After all, the Dominating Pressure I used was a variation of Heavenly Demon Sovereign Steps,
and Ghostly Energy itself is an energy that humans shouldn’t use.
‘Looking at it this way, I seem to be gradually departing from the category of human.’
Right now, as soon as we returned to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, we were assigned another new mission and were on the move.
– Target confirmed.
I heard Number 128’s voice in my ear.
It was a Martial Arts technique called Sound Transmission that I learned after coming here.
Should I call it a martial arts-style radio?
Of course, I couldn’t master it.
Something about vibrating the vocal cords, but even though I’m an S-rank Hunter, learning the technique of arbitrarily vibrating and moving the vocal cord muscles wasn’t easy.
The Swordsmanship that Number 128 taught me was much easier.
But for the sake of the operation, I had no choice but to master the technique of sound transmission,
though my method was completely different from conventional sound transmission.
– We proceed as planned. Number 128 and Number 16 will draw attention while I steal the goods and immediately retreat.
– I still can’t get used to Squad Leader’s sound transmission.
Number 16 sighed and grumbled.
– A technique that makes voices echo inside your head…
To be honest,
what I was doing wasn’t sound transmission.
It was something I stumbled upon while trying to learn sound transmission.
If I had to categorize it, wouldn’t it be closer to Divine Oracle than sound transmission?
With my will to convey voices, I could send messages into the minds of multiple targets.
Still, it was semantically the same in terms of transmitting sound.
While I was having these pointless thoughts, the operation began.
From the opposite side, the wheel of the cart Number 128 was pulling collapsed.
With the only Mountain Path blocked, the carriage stopped.
Now all I had to do was steal the goods.
Just as I was about to move, I saw the Martial Artist who got out of the carriage, and I urgently sent a sound transmission.
– Retreat! The entire operation is canceled. Retreat at all costs!
But it was already too late.
Number 128’s arm was caught by the Martial Artist.
– I’ll draw their attention. The rest of the squad members, use any means necessary to escape to the Assembly Point.
I pushed through the Bushes and ran toward Number 128.
‘Why is an S-rank appearing in a place like this?’
I drew out my Ghostly Energy and swung my Sword toward the arm of the Martial Artist holding Number 128.
***
My sword forcibly wedged itself between Number 128 and the martial artist.
The martial artist quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back slightly.
Number 128’s eyes widened at my sudden intrusion.
“Squad Leader?”
Without taking my eyes off him for even an inch, I gritted my teeth and whispered.
“This operation is a failure.”
The middle-aged man in green silk robes stroked his chin.
“Two children who have learned Demonic Arts…”
I watched for an opportunity while sending a telepathic message to Number 128.
– When I signal, run.
“What should we do about this.”
The man’s eyes narrowed as he looked back and forth between the two of us.
That’s when it happened.
“Now.”
As soon as I spoke, I activated the Magic Circuit I had secretly carved into the floor.
With a loud bang, thick clouds of dust billowed up.
At the same time, thin needles coated with poison flew in like a rain of arrows.
‘Tang Family?’
It was one of the Sichuan Tang Family’s Hidden Weapon Techniques.
I quickly held my breath and swung my sword.
But Number 128 couldn’t react in time.
A needle pierced his thigh.
I carried the limping Number 128 on my back and ran into the mountain.
***
How long had I been running?
I could see a cave in the distance.
On the way here, I had caused quite a commotion with my magic circuit, so it seemed we had escaped the pursuit to some extent.
I lit a fire inside the cave and laid Number 128 down.
His body was burning hot like a fireball.
I hurriedly gave him an antidote, but it didn’t seem to be working.
Since I couldn’t identify the type of poison, it was natural in a way.
‘Is it impossible to even slow it down?’
The poison was already slowly spreading from his thigh toward his waist.
As emergency treatment, I tightly bound the upper part of Number 128’s thigh.
“Squad Leader, what about the others?”
“They’ve probably already headed to the assembly point.”
After causing such chaos, all attention was focused entirely on Number 128 and me.
Once we reached the assembly point, there would be means for detoxification.
The problem was whether Number 128 could hold out until we reached the assembly point.
At times like this, it was truly regrettable that I couldn’t use Golden Incense.
If I could, this kind of poison would be nothing…
‘Earlier on the mountain slope, there were medicinal herbs that could neutralize toxins…’
Even if detoxification wasn’t possible, I could at least slow down the poison’s progression.
“Rest here for a moment.”
“Squad Leader… why are you going that far?”
Number 128 stammered as he opened his mouth.
“Just… I’m doing it to ease my mind. Don’t open your mouth. The poison will spread.”
Without another word, I threw myself outside the cave.
***
Finding medicinal herbs wasn’t too difficult.
It was the moment I was about to return to the cave entrance with the medicinal herbs in my hand.
The scent of blood mixed with the fishy smell of poison pierced my nose.
“…”
My footsteps stopped on their own.
In front of the cave stood a martial artist wearing green silk robes.
The martial artist who had emanated S-rank power back then.
He was the Head of Sichuan Tang Family.
And in his hand—
Number 128 was being held, hanging limply.
His pupils were dilated, and his slender nape was crushed in the man’s grip.
Purple veins spread across his face.
It meant the poison had already penetrated to his brain.
Though he was breathing faintly, I could guess that his condition was already beyond recovery.
I slowly lowered the hand holding the medicinal herbs.
“Put that down.”
A calm voice flowed out.
“Though it’s pitiful that you had to learn demonic arts at such a young age out of necessity, I cannot forgive you for trying to lay hands on the Tang Family’s property.”
The Tang Family Head slowly set Number 128 down.
“There was no pain, so don’t worry too much. And I’ll make sure to send you off without pain as well.”
“…”
Ah, I don’t know anymore.
Whether this world, this life, is real or an illusion.
Whether what I’m feeling right now is anger or sympathy.
But one thing was certain.
I don’t like this world.
‘Shift.’
At that moment, the Demonic Energy Circuit carved into my small body erupted as if going berserk.
So let’s change it.
Starting from here.
With that thought, my body was already moving toward the Head of Sichuan Tang Family.
***
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