You Have Been Invited to the Auction House of the Gods - Chapter 139

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139

 

Park Ju-yong lost his closest friend in a dungeon.

 

It was quite common for Hunters to lose their lives in dungeons.

 

It was a place where high-risk monsters lurked,

 

and unfamiliar environments and gimmicks were always threatening the lives of raid teams.

 

But none of the above was the cause of his close friend’s death.

 

A rusty blade.

 

That was the cause of death.

 

If only there had been a single tetanus injection, he wouldn’t have died.

 

No, if the supply items had arrived even just one day earlier…

 

That’s why Park Ju-yong was satisfied with his life at Asin.

 

Because he had saved countless lives through Asin’s system.

 

Wealth and honor were natural, and the welfare was incomparable to any other guild.

 

So he had no major complaints about his current life.

 

But the problem started when he began learning martial arts.

 

He trained every day, but it wasn’t to become stronger.

 

It was repetition to maintain himself and keep his senses sharp.

 

Then, Zhang Qingye, an S-rank Hunter from China, came as the chief education officer.

 

Though he only managed to sense the energy within his body, Park Ju-yong’s perception was different from other guild members.

 

He became able to feel the workings of skills he had been unconsciously using.

 

After understanding the command called skills and their operating principles, Park Ju-yong’s abilities grew explosively.

 

That was the beginning.

 

The beginning of feeling a thirst for becoming stronger.

 

And that thirst reached its peak today.

 

The Sun and Moon Divine Art, which the Vice Guild Master had created.

 

It was something on a completely different dimension from Instructor Zhang Qingye’s martial arts.

 

Starting from accepting energy into the body,

 

to learning explosive martial forms.

 

It poured oil on Park Ju-yong’s desire for growth.

 

But the basic martial arts education provided to everyone only left him wanting more.

 

So Park Ju-yong directly requested personal training from the Vice Guild Master.

 

The announcement had a warning attached not to apply carelessly.

 

It said the difficulty was Heavenly Demon level.

 

He didn’t know what Heavenly Demon was, but he knew it would be that difficult anyway.

 

But was there anything in training oneself that wasn’t difficult and painful?

 

Park Ju-yong thought.

 

To break the shell surrounding him now, he needed a hammer that powerful.

 

Even if it came with pain.

 

Didn’t they say broken bones heal stronger?

 

What Park Ju-yong needed now was exactly that hammer to break the bones.

 

And he believed he could overcome that pain himself and become stronger.

 

No, that’s what he had thought.

 

―Bang!

 

Park Ju-yong’s knee buckled once as he blocked upward.

 

It was clearly a sword strike the Vice Guild Master had casually swung with one hand, yet it was heavy enough to make his arms tremble.

 

“Ju-yong, you shouldn’t bend your knee that much in that martial form.”

 

I know.

 

That I should bend my knee moderately to cushion the impact of the downward strike.

 

It’s not like I bent my knee a lot because I didn’t know.

 

But I wish he wouldn’t say such things so calmly while delivering sword strikes too powerful to cushion.

 

“Hmm… I’ll go one more time.”

 

The Vice Guild Master’s sword rose again.

 

“If you see an opening to counterattack, feel free to do so.”

 

Saying this while raising his sword high, the Vice Guild Master’s body was completely open.

 

Practically his entire body below the sword was nothing but openings.

 

However, Park Ju-yong couldn’t easily extend his sword.

 

In his mind, the martial forms the Vice Guild Master had taught him were rapidly being simulated.

 

But he instinctively felt it.

 

If I attack this, I’ll die…

 

After those brief few seconds passed, the Vice Guild Master’s sword slowly came down once more.

 

It was clearly moving at a visible speed, yet he couldn’t dodge it.

 

This time, instead of blocking head-on, he decided to deflect the impact.

 

Following that thought, Park Ju-yong slightly angled his sword.

 

He placed it against the flat of the Vice Guild Master’s descending blade.

 

And the moment he slightly pulled sideways to deflect it—

 

—Bang!

 

His body was sent flying and crashed into the wall.

 

‘What the hell…?’

 

The dust settled, but Park Ju-yong remained standing still.

 

Because he couldn’t understand the current situation.

 

The choice to deflect itself wasn’t wrong.

 

His posture and the application of internal energy—everything had aligned perfectly.

 

So why was he the one who got sent flying?

 

“Close. The force I applied was a bit too much for deflecting.”

 

The Vice Guild Master slowly approached.

 

“It doesn’t seem like this method will be helpful.”

 

Saying this, the sword in the Vice Guild Master’s hand transformed into a dagger.

 

No, Park Ju-yong had already gained great insight from just those two exchanges.

 

Park Ju-yong was already realizing why the results were different despite being the same downward strike, and that the way the force was applied to that sword was completely different from before.

 

And above all, he thought that if they tried to give him more enlightenment here, he might actually die.

 

“No, there’s no need to change it—”

 

“Ju-yong, have you heard of a death match?”

 

At those words, Park Ju-yong’s spine went cold.

 

“Vice Guild Master, even if training is hard enough to kill, you shouldn’t actually die, right?”

 

It was Park Ju-yong’s best attempt at resistance.

 

“Don’t worry about that.”

 

The Vice Guild Master then grabbed something in midair and brought it before Park Ju-yong’s eyes.

 

It was a message window.

 

[‘Blurred Arrow’ is moved by the trainee’s passion.]

 

No, Park Ju-yong had never shown that level of enthusiasm.

 

[‘Blurred Arrow’ establishes a Field of Regeneration.]

 

Park Ju-yong instinctively realized it.

 

Something was going wrong…

 

But it was too late.

 

[Increases the trainee’s regeneration by 1,000%.]

 

“Vice Guild Master—”

 

Park Ju-yong experienced death

 

in training for the first time.

 

And one question arose.

 

Just what the hell was the Heavenly Demon…

 

***

 

A moment ago, I pierced Park Ju-yong’s heart once again.

 

‘How many times have I killed him?’

 

I stopped counting after the 10th time, so I’m not sure.

 

It still didn’t seem to have exceeded three digits.

 

‘He’s more of a tough bastard than I thought.’

 

I smiled with satisfaction.

 

At first, he died without even being able to counterattack.

 

After dying a few more times like that, the interval between deaths gradually shortened.

 

He would try to grab his sword as soon as he got up,

 

and later, he wouldn’t let go of his sword even while dying.

 

A little more time passed, and now he began to counterattack for one exchange.

 

And now—

 

He began to utilize death.

 

Park Ju-yong’s crumbling body rapidly regenerated and thrust his sword toward me.

 

His eyes were filled with venom.

 

‘So this is how the Heavenly Demon must have felt.’

 

I wrapped around Park Ju-yong’s arm like a snake.

 

Then I applied force and extended the arm.

 

If something coiled around is forcibly extended, what happens to what was wrapped around it?

 

What else would happen? It breaks.

 

With a cracking sound, Park Ju-yong’s arm was crushed.

 

“Grraaah!”

 

Broken bones heal stronger?

 

Then I planned to crush his entire body.

 

Park Ju-yong’s eyes turned red with blood.

 

Even so, he didn’t take his eyes off me.

 

It was a very pleasing look in his eyes.

 

Park Ju-yong whipped his broken arm like a whip.

 

The sword he never let go of rode the recoil and stabbed toward me.

 

That’s it.

 

This wasn’t the Sword Arts I taught him just to block.

 

This was a sword meant to kill the opponent.

 

Now the master of the martial arts was finally beginning to show a master-like appearance.

 

If you’ve learned the martial arts of a sword demon, you should have that kind of look in your eyes.

 

The martial arts of a Heavenly Demon Divine Cult Dharma Protection… wait, Heavenly Demon Divine Cult?

 

‘But he’s not from the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult?’

 

Only then did I realize something was strange.

 

‘Tsk, even this got transferred to Hyeonmu-wol.’

 

I clicked my tongue lightly and rotated my body to avoid the attack.

 

Then, using the rotational force, I pulled Park Ju-yong’s arm that I still hadn’t released.

 

I slammed Park Ju-yong, whose body was momentarily lifted, straight into the floor.

 

With a thud, Park Ju-yong’s head was embedded straight into the floor.

 

Well, what can I do? I already taught it to him.

 

I brushed off the blood and bone fragments from my arm.

 

‘With Park Ju-yong’s level of mental strength, he should be able to overcome this.’

 

With that belief, I rushed toward the reviving Park Ju-yong.

 

***

 

When the training ended, Park Ju-yong walked out like a zombie.

 

I supported his shoulder and left the Training Ground.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

“…It would be a lie if I said I was okay.”

 

“Seeing that you still have the strength to talk, you seem fine.”

 

Park Ju-yong looked at me with resentful eyes, but well, what could be done?

 

I definitely gave them a choice at the beginning.

 

And it was the same when leaving the training ground.

 

‘Not feeling any killing intent at all, a tough guy is a tough guy indeed.’

 

“Still, if we just do one more week—”

 

I was speaking but then closed my mouth.

 

Something felt off.

 

I quickly compared the training manual in my memory with the current scenery.

 

And I stopped my gaze in front of one building.

 

‘A new building?’

 

It was a single-story building with traditional structure, neither too big nor too small.

 

And when I saw its signboard, my head started spinning.

 

“Ilwolsineui… Ancestral Hall?”

 

I urgently opened the door and entered, and in the center was a single memorial tablet placed alone.

 

[Heavenly Demon Hyeonmu-wol]

 

Zhang Qingye, who was beside me, spoke nonchalantly.

 

“It’s nothing special.”

 

I looked at him slowly, really slowly.

 

“You created such great martial arts, shouldn’t there be at least one sect?”

 

No, isn’t there a guild called Ashin?

 

“But I thought if we’re going to have tradition, we should have at least one ancestral hall…”

 

Zhang Qingye spoke very calmly.

 

“It just so happened that there was such a memorial tablet where you were sitting.”

 

No. Hyeonmu-wol’s identity plaque was really just dropped by accident.

 

“I read your intentions and gathered the guild members’ hearts to create this ancestral hall.”

 

No. I never revealed such intentions. And…

 

‘Don’t make that proud expression, Zhang Qingye…’

 

The Heavenly Demon who unified Earth is enshrined as an ancestor, and the sect leader is her disciple.

 

And the guild members belonging to the sect are learning demonic arts.

 

Moreover, behind me right now stood Park Ju-yong, who had learned the Sword Ghost’s martial arts.

 

Like a dharma protector…

 

“Ha, this is really too…”

 

I couldn’t bring myself to finish those last words.

 

How is this any different from the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult…

 

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