< Episode 35: The Demon Sword (3) >
A white-haired man whose entire body was chained.
His long beard, probably because he had been locked up for a long time, was not even trimmed.
Looking at his face in the flickering torchlight, he appears to be in his mid-30s at most, but his hair and beard are white.
The white-haired man’s expression showed no change even though he was in an uncomfortable position due to the chains.
It was good to see it as expressionless itself.
-Tap!
The man slowly raised his head and looked at the moonlight seen through the iron bars.
The execution will take place tomorrow.
When will we be able to understand the sense of fear and fear?
Those facing death all had expressions full of pain.
Will you be like that too?
Even at this moment before death, there is no feeling.
Why was he born like this?
I don’t know.
While doing so, a strong wind suddenly blew into the prison.
-Wheeeeee!
Then, the torch that was lighting up the inside of the prison went out.
[what?]
I heard the jade keeper, who had been dozing off, standing up with those words.
But then the sound of something falling to the floor followed.
-thud!
‘what?’
While I was wondering, I heard the sound of someone walking towards the prison, which was filled with darkness.
It was the sound of one person’s footsteps.
But when I looked ahead, I saw two figures in the darkness.
‘two people?’
Even though Danjeon is said to have been dismantled, it was right in front of me, so for some reason I couldn’t even feel its presence.
He probably seemed like a great expert.
While I was doing that, I heard a small voice.
[In the Book of Thousands of People… He is a murderer who cut off the heads of a thousand people and built a pagoda with the heads of thousands of people. There are enough materials.]
[oh my god……]
Next, a sigh was heard.
Looking in front, there was a man dressed as a pirate with his back turned and pointing at jade with his hand, and there was an old man looking at him with a frown.
By moonlight, I could only tell that it was an old man, but this strange smell…
‘The smell of burnt coal and iron…’
[Are you a blacksmith?]
Hearing the white-haired man’s words, a strange look appeared in the old man’s eyes.
The old man stared at him and opened his mouth.
[Hey young man. Why did you do that?]
To the old man’s question, the white-haired man, or rather, Seo Jia-ui, answered with expressionless eyes.
[I do not know.]
[You don’t know? Does that mean she just did it?]
[……I just wanted to know.]
[You wanted to know?]
[I wanted to know what emotions were.]
[emotion?]
[okay.]
He has no feelings of joy, anger, sadness, or joy.
He wanted to know that feeling because he had not known what it was since he was a child.
That was what he wanted most in his life.
[I just wanted to know what it was.]
A strange desire that is different from that of ordinary people.
Why did this desire lead to such a twisted ending?
[For that reason, there must have been many other methods, so how could so many people…]
I couldn’t continue talking.
The soldiers whose throats were cut by his hands all had expressions of despair and pain.
He built the tower as if it were a work of art.
[……Because it was easier to feel fear and fear than joy or joy.]
[easy?]
[Everyone shows those feelings in the face of death.]
[Huh…]
The old man stuck his tongue out at his words.
Then he said:
[The old man seems to have a hard time understanding you, young man. However, if you have that twisted desire and obsession, you might be qualified.]
[Qualification?]
[Don’t you want to leave something to the world before you die?]
[What does that mean?]
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The old man twitched the corner of his mouth and said to him who looked puzzled.
[How about offering yourself for the birth of a sword that will never exist again?]
‘!?’
* * *
Mok Gyeong-un looked at the evil sword he was holding.
I had no idea what had just happened.
I tried to absorb the unique energy of the Akjeukgeom through the form of clothing, but as it was absorbed into my body, it quickly penetrated my head.
But soon I was able to come to my senses.
‘Hmm. ‘What is this?’
Before I knew it, various memories that were not my own were mixed together in my head.
Whose memory is this?
Memories came back to me in a jumbled mess.
The most powerful memory is,
[Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
It was an absolutely terrifying memory of my whole body melting together with the sight of me jumping into molten iron.
It seemed like something that happened alive, but what was strange about this scene was that even though he was in such pain, he was feeling joy.
Why did I feel joy in facing such a terrible death?
It’s such a unique memory.
‘hmm?’
no.
These fragmentary memories.
The only time he showed any emotion was at the moment of death.
After that, strangely, it appears that it is not his own memories but the memories of numerous people mixed together.
Among them,
‘Cancer?’
There is also an appearance of cancerous stems.
Although it was only a brief moment, the memory was truly interesting.
As I was doing that, I heard a resonance sound coming from the sword I was holding.
-Oooooh!
Mok Gyeong-un looked at the evil sword.
Then the evil sword made a resonant sound and fell.
It looked as if he had succumbed to fear.
When Mo Kyung-un saw this, one corner of his mouth went up.
* * *
‘What on earth is this?’
The female leader looked around with startled eyes.
At that moment, I saw the sight of thousands and tens of thousands of swords turning all over the place, turning everyone here into a hive of swords and dying.
I was embarrassed to see the people who died like that, but in an instant, the bodies were engulfed in pitch-black flames and everything turned to ashes.
When I came to my senses in shock, I realized that it was all in vain.
It was as if I had seen a vision.
-Gurgling!
The scene was so vivid that even the bast face felt wet with sweat.
It felt like unstoppable destruction and chaos.
Is it possible to feel this much heart-pounding fear over something that is nothing more than a fantasy?
“Whew….Whew…..”
A strange look appeared in the eyes of King Amjong.
Not only that, but all the executives around him had surprised faces, as if they were possessed by something.
Bo Hyuk-so, the two great leaders, even let out a rough breath while holding his neck.
Did I have a vision of my throat being cut?
‘What happened?’
Amjongju felt puzzled by this strange situation.
Does it make sense that not just one or two people, but everyone around them sees this nonsense?
The head of the clan looked at Mo Qingyun.
‘!?’
His eyes were trembling.
Something is strange.
Just now, I saw that Mo Qingyun’s eyes had turned into smooth black jade.
But now he was just fine.
Could it be that even that was an illusion?
‘What on earth?’
The person holding the evil sword, the evil sword, is Mok Gyeong-un.
But why did they see this vision?
The child was made to hold the sword to find out what his desires were, but I don’t know why this happened.
‘no way?’
As I was doing this, Mok Gyeong-un lightly swung his sword and swung it.
The Amjongju’s eyes widened as he heard the cheerful sound of a wave cutting through the air.
It was the same for Son Yun, the King of Myeongdo.
“you?”
I don’t know what the terrible vision I just saw was, but looking at Mo Qingyun’s appearance now, he didn’t seem to have been affected by the magic sword at all.
Moreover, the ominous energy I felt from the sword suddenly disappeared.
Son Yun asked this.
“……Are you okay?”
“yes. “It’s okay.”
‘Are you okay?’
Son Yun frowned at Mok Gyeong-un’s words.
Is it really true that nothing is wrong?
If you look at the executives around you, they all have faces that look like they saw something in vain just like you for a split second.
There was no way this could have happened by chance.
“……Can you give the sword to the king who saw it briefly?”
“A sword?”
“okay.”
The reason Son Yun asked this question was simple.
He knew many anecdotes related to the magic sword, and knew that those who were obsessed with it were obsessed with it.
Therefore, I thought that if Mok Gyeong-un was truly chosen by the sword as his master and it was no big deal, he would ignore it without any hesitation.
It was then.
“Here it is.”
Mo Gyeong-un willingly placed his palm on the sword body and politely took the Akjeuk sword with both hands.
Son Yun’s eyes narrowed when he saw this.
Was this child really chosen by the evil sword?
‘……..You’ll know when you hold it for yourself.’
Son Yun stretched out his hand towards the evil sword in Mo Kyung-un’s hand.
Then the king of Amjong hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
“Adult King of Brightness!”
“It’s okay. “I just wanted to check for a moment.”
Hearing his words, the head of the clan looked at him with concerned eyes.
Of course, I knew for what purpose he was trying to hold the sword, but even he, who had reached the peak of mastery, lost his senses to the sword for a moment.
Even if Son Yun, the king of the sword, was an expert who had reached the pinnacle of fighting before the wall, he was still dangerous.
however,
-widely!
Son Yun grabbed the handle and lifted it, but nothing happened.
The sword that looked so ominous just a moment ago was now just showing off its appearance, shining like an ordinary sword.
‘what?’
Where on earth did that ominous energy go?
The resonance sound was also not heard.
Son Yun, who was holding the sword and swinging it lightly, looked at Amjongju with puzzled eyes.
Lord Amjong also looked at the evil sword with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.
I can’t believe that the sword that gave me so much trouble has become so calm after being in my hands like that.
I honestly didn’t understand.
‘Was that child really chosen by the evil sword?’
Seeing that nothing happened even though Son Yun held it for a long time, it seemed that the evil sword that had chosen its owner had transformed into a famous sword rather than a magic sword.
It was truly amazing.
The head of the female clan let out an exclamation and said.
“The King of Brightness, adult. “It appears that the real owner of the evil sword has been decided.”
* * *
In this way, Mok Gyeong-un obtained a rare magic sword made by the great master Ku Ya-ja called the Akjeukgeom.
During this process, the executives nearby saw strange visions, but although they were suspicious of this, everyone kept silent as if they had made a promise.
In fact, it was because of this that everyone suddenly mentioned that they had seen a vision leading to destruction, and it also hurt their pride to say that even though it was only a moment, they were captivated by the magical aura of the magic sword.
However, thanks to this, they realized one thing.
If I ever have to confront that kid named Mok Gyeong-un, I will definitely have to make him take the evil sword out of his hands.
Nothing much happened right away, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was strangely dangerous.
‘It’s a shame.’
Son Yun, King of Myeongdo, could not help but feel sad that Mokgyeongun was taken away.
I can’t believe you chose that Amjongju instead of Won Byeong-hak, the King of Violent Power.
I never expected that a single magic sword would lead to such a result.
Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do.
‘I have no choice but to be satisfied with this child.’
The student that Myeongdo King Son Yun received at the coronation ceremony was none other than Mok Yu-cheon.
Another child of the Yeonmok Swordmaster who was taken hostage.
Of course, this wasn’t his choice.
It was entirely Mo Yu-cheon’s choice.
[……I want to become stronger. Better than that guy.]
This was what Mo Yu-cheon said in front of the executives.
That guy was none other than Mok Gyeong-un.
Most executives turned a blind eye to his words.
That was because Mok Yu-cheon had mastered boatcraft and thought it was a bomb that could explode at any moment.
However, Son Yun, the King of Myeongdo, was the only one who did not turn away.
Rather, he spoke to Mo Yu-cheon.
[Do you want to become stronger?]
[…….yes.]
[I can make it that way if you follow the king’s teachings carefully.]
Hearing these words, Mo Yu-cheon chose him without hesitation.
Actually, there was a hidden intention behind this.
King Son Yun of Myeongdo also did not covet Mo Yu-cheon’s mastery of the strange boatcraft, but took him as his disciple out of consideration for his relationship with Mok Gyeong-un.
Since there was no one in mind as a disciple other than Mok Gyeong-un anyway, it could be said to be a preparedness plan.
‘It has enough value as a hand to suppress that guy.’
Mo Yu-cheon, who didn’t know this, just wanted to become stronger.
And I still haven’t forgotten the request that Ma Sang of Justice Maeng Amcheon made.
The goal here was to rise to the highest possible position and regain one’s honor as a political figure.
‘This child’s talent is no less than that, so we should have high expectations.’
Won Byeong-hak, the king of Byeokryeokwon, received Mujangyak as his disciple.
Originally, Yeon Mu-ung of the Bigyeongmun was chosen, but in terms of talent, Yeon Mu-ung was less than half of Mu Jang-yak.
‘Hmm. ‘I guess it’ll be okay.’
As per his original goal, Choeumgokju Hang Yeoryang accepted Moharang of Mohwabang as his disciple.
Although I was worried about Mo Yu-cheon like Son Yun, King of Myeongdo, she was an abomination to people of the right faction, regardless of whether she converted or not.
Therefore, I decided to remain faithful to my original purpose.
Unfortunately, Yeomga of Jusalgok lost his life, so the remaining student, Yeonmuwoong of Bigyeongmun, failed to achieve his goal and was chosen as a disciple of Daesoman, the great leader of the Red Blood Order.
Only Yeommadan’s Daeju Bohyeokso returned empty-handed and without any results.
* * *
In this way, the gateway to this Sihyeolgok ended safely.
The cadets who were selected by the executives who came as observers at the closing ceremony left with them to their residences.
Mok-un, too, followed the path of his own choice.
As he left Sihyeolgok, the head of Amjong said:
“Oh ho ho. It’s truly a coincidence. “I didn’t know that I would receive a student who walks a completely different path than me.”
Amjongju’s German martial arts was a Taoist method.
On the other hand, the Dokmun martial arts that Mok Gyeong-un mainly learned could be called swordsmanship.
That’s why I regretted this part.
Mok Kyung-un smiled and said.
“There is no particular difference between the sword and the sword, but if you teach me, I can learn as much as I want.”
Hearing those words, the head of Amjong smiled happily and said.
“Hoo. really?”
“yes.”
“I need a little compensation, is that okay?”
A little price?
What does this mean?
To Mok Gyeong-un, who looked puzzled, the head of the clan spoke coquettishly, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Because my German martial arts technique has strong negative energy, I have to be castrated in order to learn it.”
‘!?’
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