Episode 28
Ghost King Sword
“Ugh, it’s a new one.”
After finishing his urgent work in a hurry, Dangchuk-yong returned to his personal study room, shrugging his shoulders.
He took off the coat he was wearing, threw it carelessly on the floor, and stood in front of the mirror in the corner.
The polished glass reflected his chiseled body.
For someone who would soon be 90 years old, he radiated a robustness that rivaled that of a man in his twenties or thirties.
However, his right arm had a slightly unusual appearance.
Instead of a real arm, he had an iron arm and a prosthetic hand, elaborately made with various mechanical devices.
“Do I need to adjust it again? It’s been so long since I turned it on and it’s happening again. Is it because I’m getting older? Tsk!”
After turning a few screws embedded in his right arm, Dangchuk-yong sat down in front of the brazier.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As the fire started, a hot heat enveloped the workshop.
“Let’s see. Hmm, this part should go like this, and if we twist the wire from here to here-”
Dangchuk-yong carefully examined the design drawings that Yun-hui had given him.
Normally, I could just skim through most drawings and figure out the principles, so I could easily make it. But with this drawing, I thought I’d get in big trouble if I did that.
That level of understanding was required.
Even as a Dangchuk-Ryong, I saw principles that were new to me.
So, I went over this over and over again to fully understand it.
Thanks to this, the drawing began to take shape in his head little by little.
Where on earth did that kid get all this knowledge?
When we talked, it was clear that most of it was something he had designed himself, but there was no way to guess at it.
“Even if he is Hosan’s son, it wouldn’t be easy for him to gain this kind of knowledge… … No, rather, wouldn’t it be even harder because he is Hosan’s son?”
Dang Ho-san, as far as Dang Chuk-yong remembers, had no talent for making things since he was young.
Then does that mean I resemble my dead mother?
But this was even more unclear because I had not heard anything specific about it.
“A sleeping dragon who knows how to hide himself for over ten years… … Easier said than done. How could that be easy for a hot-blooded child to do?”
Dangchuk-yong clicked his tongue as he recalled the history of Yun-hui that he had learned through his butler.
Isn’t he himself someone who has lived in the shadows for almost his entire life?
So I can understand how much fear, despair, and pain Yun-Hwi must have felt over the past ten years.
But Dangchuk-yong soon shook his head.
He was a craftsman.
A craftsman must never sympathize with his client.
I understand and sympathize with the trajectory of his life, but I can never create something good if I interfere with my personal feelings.
Because you lose the ability to coldly judge what your client needs.
So, Dangchukryong started production right away.
“You asked for the ingredients to be like this, right?”
First, he unwrapped the bundle that Yun-hui had given him. When he unwrapped the bundle, a black sword sitting in its scabbard was revealed.
Crunch!
The moment the sword is slightly removed from its scabbard.
Kkaaaaaa-
Whistle, whistle, whistle!
Woof! Woof!
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew with a tremendous roar, shaking all the furniture in the storage room.
The fire in the furnace burned more violently, and the hammer and anvil trembled.
Objects hanging on the wall even floated into the air.
As the sword shook violently, I felt a tremendous amount of ghostly energy.
It was a pure spirit that even surprised Dang Chuk-yong, who had touched countless swords before.
“A ghost? No, this is hard to call a simple object possessed by a ghost. A monster… Yes. It is a monster. It has already become a monster in itself.”
Yun Hui did not simply hand over the black sword he had obtained from Shipoho to Dangchukryong.
That’s why it was no different from the regular black swords used by the swordsmen in the Black Demon Valley.
Even if it was improved, it would be difficult to make it a magical tool that would fit him.
So I had made some special adjustments overnight.
The blood of the ghost king.
Just as Gojo was mainly evolved, the Black Sword was also fed a lot of Demon King’s Blood.
As I poured a huge amount of blood into the basin and held it down for four hours, it seemed as if I would die from excessive bleeding. The energy contained in the black sword was strengthened and it began to take on a kind of spirituality little by little.
-Ghost King Sword.
Fifteenth No. was the name given to the newly transformed black sword.
If the sorcerers of Heukgolgok saw it, it would be something that would make their eyes roll back.
However, Yun Hui simply dismissed it as being reckless to give it such a name, saying that it is only the beginning.
“You gave me such a tricky thing. You don’t intend to assassinate me, do you?”
Of course, in Yun-Hui’s eyes, it is nothing more than a trivial thing.
The black sword that evolved into the Demon King Sword was a treasure among treasures that even Dangchuk-Yong could not easily handle.
Things like this should not even be melted recklessly.
Because the curse of the demon could have easily come out and struck the night watchman.
“What should I do with this?”
Dangchukyong’s eyes, which were caressing his chin, sank deeply.
Smelting a debt with a complex device requires all the skills he has accumulated over his ninety years of life, and handling the main material is no different.
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Where on earth can you find such crazy difficulty?
But you want me to finish it in two weeks?
‘This crazy guy?’
Only then did Dangchuk-yong realize that he had been tricked by that clever bastard.
‘Be careful. Unlike your lord, he is a sly man. If you were to say anything, he would have wrapped himself up in it and I would have stuck my balls out.’
I should have known from the moment that little brat, always busy running wild without fear of the world, started clicking his tongue!
The problem was that I didn’t think much of it because I thought, “How could someone who doesn’t even have the terms and conditions be so sly?”
This is why I can’t make anything decent even in a month, let alone two weeks.
This is also a story from when he stayed up all night without getting any proper sleep.
It was a workload that would take at least a year.
‘Just throw it away?’
Dangchuk-yong seriously thought about such things, but his pride in his nickname, Nobanshinjang, did not allow him to do so.
… … Should I drag the back of the neck of my magician friend who is hiding somewhere?
Or should I summon the disciples in Danggata and have them beat it up together?
But considering the time it takes to come and go, wouldn’t it be impossible to do it within two weeks?
No, even if they are all there, it would still take a month.
It was an absolutely impossible amount of work and difficulty unless at least someone with the same level of skill was working on it together.
I was becoming more and more confused.
“fu*k.”
Dangchuk-yong regretted his foolishness of speaking so carelessly and rashly without even checking the Ghost King Sword properly because he was so absorbed in the drawing.
“Oh, what is this? I was wondering what you were doing when you weren’t running around. You were just sitting in a corner, making a really fun toy by yourself.”
Dangchuk-yong was startled by a voice suddenly heard from behind him and quickly turned his head.
In contrast, an old man with a tall stature of six feet and a kind face like a Taoist monk was stroking his beard and staring intently at the drawing.
“No, shit! How many times have I told you to make some noise!!”
“Oh, was that so?”
“Are you getting dementia at such an old age!? Nagging, nagging, nagging for over eighty years!!”
“Then tell me that for another eighty years. Who knows? Then I might change.”
“It must have been over 150 degrees at that time. Do you think he’d still be alive?”
“Then there’s nothing you can do. Just give up. It’ll be easier then.”
“Oh my god!”
Although Dang Chuk-yong was proud of never being pushed around by his temper, that didn’t work in front of this old man.
Rather, there were more than one or two times when he got sick because his clothes were torn.
The old man’s name is Tang Wenhyuk.
He was a nobleman better known by his nicknames, Danggaju or Amjon.
Privately, he was his blood brother.
Of course, there were few people in the world who knew about it.
“What on earth is going on here? There’s a nobleman who should be staying in the branch office!”
“That’s in two weeks. Today is an outing.”
“What about Won-ah? Did you come out after talking?”
“Do you understand now?”
“crazy-“
Dangchuk-yong put his hand on his forehead at the answer that was beyond imagination.
How can the nobleman who is the ruler and absolute ruler of the Western martial arts world walk around so carelessly?
Of course, there are few people in this world who can harm him, but it is still a world of martial arts where deep-sea ghosts run rampant.
Would those countless enemies remain silent once they learn of this fact?
‘If we talk about the deep mountains and the ghosts, this reckless gentleman is no pushover… but he’s still too complacent!’
But Dangchuk-yong did not dare to say his thoughts out loud.
It was because I had known all too well throughout my ninety years of life that no matter what I said here, it would be of no use to this gentleman.
“What is this anyway? Where on earth did you get such a fun toy?”
The dark lord’s gaze was fixed on the drawing.
Only then did Dangchuk-yong realize that the Dark Lord had not even glanced at him since he had appeared there.
“How does it look?”
“How does it look? I told you. It looks like a fun toy.”
The dark spirit’s deep eyes sparkled brightly.
“It’s clearly a fan in form, but it’s actually used as a sword. And yet, it can also unleash a hidden ultimate attack when necessary… A weapon with a triple-layered twist. The guy who designed this must be a very sinister guy, huh?”
Perhaps because he was in that position, he was able to see right through me just by looking at me.
In fact, Amjeon was widely known for his martial arts skills, but as a night fighter, he boasted skills that were no less than those of Dangchukryong.
Perhaps because of that, he seemed to be able to clearly see how the weapon’s owner would approach the fight.
Let’s pretend that there was someone who met Yun-Hui as an enemy.
Then, you would expect that the enemy will use the fan technique just by looking at the shape of the weapon he has.
In fact, Yun Hui was well versed in all eighteen martial arts, so he was also an expert in Zen techniques.
But what if you change the strategy to forensics along the way?
As an enemy, you can’t help but get your hands and feet tangled.
Then the ball will fly off easily.
Even if you somehow adapt to this and barely manage to block it, there are still problems.
Most people can’t help but focus on the twist they see once.
They will only try to respond to the prosecution in some way.
What if at this very moment, you take advantage of the gap and unleash your hidden secret?
The explosive power is explosive power, but what if the secret weapon is poisoned?
‘… … Just get on the carriage to the afterlife.’
That is truly petty and insidious.
It could be said to be a strange weapon that was focused solely on victory.
“The party itself is the party itself.”
Petty, insidious, cunning, triumphant, bizarre.
Aren’t these all words for the Tang people?
That’s exactly what Amzon thought of the creator of this drawing.
“Sneaky. Sneaky, really. I’ve never seen such a cunning snake in my life.”
“Who is it?”
“I am the son of Hosan.”
“First? Third?”
“Second.”
“Huh? Didn’t you say that the second one has a weak personality?”
“It looks like things have changed. But do you know what’s even funnier?”
“What is it?”
“They say he declared that he would inherit the whirlwind.”
“!!”
At that moment, all emotion disappeared from Amjon’s playful face.
A blunt face.
It looked as if he was wearing a mask.
Dangchuk-yong knew very well that this was the real face that made it impossible for the Dark Lord to remain as the Dark Lord.
“A whirlwind….”
“You know what’s even funnier?”
“Is there anything better than this?”
“That guy has already mastered all of the Gwangpungmu. In just a few days.”
“!!!”
“The insidiousness of this weapon is not threefold. It is fourfold.”
The reversal of this debt does not end with memorization.
A gale is wind. And a fan creates wind.
What will be the storm caused by this ridiculous debt?
“It’s going to be a typhoon… no, a tidal wave.”
The gale that contains the main force of the Demon King’s Sword will soon become the wind that will destroy the world.
Amjon suddenly felt curious to see what the face of the human who would create such a horrifying weapon would look like.
The reincarnation demon temple
