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The world of silver is a destroyed world.
A world that was destroyed and closed.
So how can they develop new drones?
Usually, they were raised by raising children born into that world, but now that the door was open, another method was possible.
“What the heck is this!”
Destroying the world and absorbing its inhabitants.
Another one.
“What the heck….”
Wanderers who lost the world.
Losers abandoned by the world.
Criminals who have committed a crime and been excommunicated.
The word they are called is ronin.
“Where is this place?”
It was a way to accept them.
However, it was not common for many in the silver world to accept a ronin.
They were people who had lived in a closed world for many hundreds of years.
It is never easy to show them their homeland and accept unidentified outsiders.
‘Time in the ruined world made them more closed off.’
The sects that make up the world of silver are fundamentally closed.
They only passed on their martial arts to those they considered family, and among those, the most outstanding martial arts were only passed on to the most outstanding members of the family.
It was absurd for them to accept wanderers, losers, and criminals and teach them martial arts.
That’s why the ronin just wander around.
As residents of Silver, they are the ones who look down on players, but cannot survive without associating with them.
“Tsk. You rascals.”
The ronin’s faces turned bright red at Iroun’s words.
“What kind of mischief is this! Even though we are ronin, we are still warriors!”
“soldier?”
The corners of Lee Ro-woon’s mouth went up as if he was amused.
This time, the Galaxy Guild recruited nearly two hundred ronin through the Black Market.
“The losers?”
“That mouth…!”
“shut up.”
The ronin’s mouths fell silent at Iroun’s cold rebuke.
The energy that was gently emanating from them made their mouths close by themselves.
“Losers who lost the world, lost their families, but couldn’t even get revenge.”
“Ugh.”
“Those who are desperately trying to survive despite being abandoned.”
“That, that’s enough… .”
“Those who have sinned and been excommunicated? Unmanned?”
“Stop it!”
That’s not wrong.
The unmanned ones speak.
The martial artists who say they have dedicated everything to nothing.
But look at these guys.
Those who devoted everything to survival rather than anything else were the ones who fell into ruin.
“You brought us here just to humiliate us like this.”
Among them, an old man with white hair spoke in a soft voice.
“This place is definitely your world.”
The old man’s eyes sunken.
“I think there must have been another reason for us being gathered here.”
They lost consciousness during a banquet held by the Galaxy Guild, and when they opened their eyes, they found themselves on the Blood King’s Castle.
Without their permission or will.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Iroun smiled slightly as if he had finally heard the answer.
“Why did you lose the world?”
Lee Ro-un asked a question.
“Why were you abandoned?”
As the questions continued, the ronin’s eyes became slumped.
“Why have you committed sins you did not commit?”
The majority of ronin are like that.
False accusation.
They are excommunicated for a crime they did not commit.
Moreover, these are people whose identities were confirmed through the Black King.
There are no truly sinners.
“Answer me.”
Iroun opened his eyes quietly again, waiting for an answer.
“… …I don’t have the strength.”
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He was an old man.
“I was powerless to use that name, even though I was unmanned. So I lost my home, so I was abandoned, and so I had to take responsibility for a crime I did not commit.”
Ouch.
Lee Ro-woon clapped his hands slightly.
“That’s correct.”
The eyes of Iroun looking at the ronin.
Some of the ronin had their mouths trembling, some had their lips bitten so that they bled, and some had their fingernails dug into their palms and blood flowed out.
“That power.”
Lee Ro-un said with a smile.
“I will give it to you.”
***
“Are you saying you will accept us?”
The old man said.
He was Noh Kang-ho, who survived long among the ronin.
Although he lacks martial arts skills, he has survived to this age through his wit and experience.
He was still looking around.
‘castle.’
Even in the silver world, there aren’t many forces that maintain the size of a castle.
And yet… .
String.
The old man closed his eyes and thought.
‘I don’t know where this is or who they are.’
What do the names of galaxies symbolize?
And I don’t know where this place is.
‘The dark realm.’
It means a world that is hidden and not revealed.
And those people were most likely to be martial arts masters.
Swish.
Before they knew it, there were fewer people surrounding the two hundred ronin.
If he were a soldier, the sound of his boots would have scared them, but he was unmanned.
‘I didn’t even feel any movement.’
I knew it would be more frightening to surround them in silence.
“No, no… .”
The ronin called out to the old man and said:
An old man called Nosa, which means old teacher.
He led the ronin for a long time, was the one who saved them, and was their spiritual leader.
“Do we have a choice?”
The old man opened his eyes again and said.
“Do you have a chance to ask us any questions?”
Lee Ro-woon shook his head.
“That is something that only those with power can do.”
That was correct.
“All we can do is accept the offer or die.”
No answer comes.
That’s why I knew it was the right answer.
“However, it is not that easy.”
The old man opened his mouth.
“I have a friend in the company.”
The old man spoke slowly, as if pulling out a trick from his spleen.
“Every time I receive a contract, you are the one who delivers the news.”
“That means.”
Iroun interrupted the old man’s words and said:
“Are you threatening that if you don’t return, the guild will suspect the Galactic Guild you made a contract with and we will be discovered?”
“It’s an exaggeration to call it a threat. I’d rather call it insurance.”
indeed.
The ronin looked at the old man as if they had found a way to survive.
“The world is too dangerous to do something without any preparation.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
But the old man realized something was wrong.
Smiling.
“Then tell me.”
A beneficial gaze scanning the surroundings.
“This world has continued until now. Do you think I called you here, to the Blood King’s Castle, without any preparation?”
“Tongue, Blood King…!”
“oh my god….”
Now they seemed to realize where they were.
“I’ll let you choose. But since you are proud of being unmanned, I’ll let you choose whether to die or accept it.”
It was an irreversible choice.
“Ugh… .”
Both the government and the union knew that there was no other way.
“Wang Yeo-il.”
“… … !”
The old man’s eyes widened when his name was called.
It’s a name that was abandoned long ago.
A name that is faint even in memory.
“He was the head of the Wangbangmun clan, but he lost his family and most of his disciples in a one-sided war with Haenam and barely managed to survive, becoming a wandering ronin.”
“Oh, how… .”
“Cheon So-jin.”
Another named person’s eyes widened.
“It is said that he was a descendant of the Hwasan clan and the Chiljeolmun clan, but was excommunicated and died due to friction with the Hwasan clan?”
“That, that…!”
“Pyosang.”
Another one.
“How does it feel to be a public enemy for killing someone you never killed?”
All of their information was already in Iroun’s hands.
No, from the beginning, only those kinds of people were gathered.
“I said I would give you strength.”
Iroun was not even smiling, as if he had no more emotions.
“Accept it or not. You guys should judge for yourself whether you are unmanned or not.”
After saying that, Iroun turned around without hesitation.
Groan, groan.
The ronin began to talk about what they should do during the given time.
At the center of it all was Wang Yeo-il, known as Nosa.
* * *
In the end, all the Ronins chose to become Blood Cultists.
If it was natural, then it was natural.
Only those worthy of such a position were invited here.
“great job.”
“How could you say that it was hard for you to go to school? I was only granted the grace of being held in the arms of the Blood Demon.”
Wang Yeo-il.
He, who was called Nosara, knelt down somewhat and bowed his head toward Iroun.
After school.
Although he was not yet a Blood Cultist who had mastered the Blood Cult, he considered himself a Blood Cultist and was keeping his posture low.
no.
“Thank you for giving me a chance, I will do my best to never disappoint you.”
He was a blood cultist who had already mastered the blood cult.
Ultimately, there are limits to how far the silver world can grow.
Furthermore, as a blood sect that must not be revealed, the methods had to be even more limited.
Accepting the ronin was something that had already been decided long ago.
That is why Yirun took interest in those who led the Ronin.
‘Wang Yeo-il.’
This person had been leading a group of ronin for a long time.
What I like most about it is that this guy has some really good people under his command, not some rascals.
And the point was that he had a pretext.
As he grows older and more experienced, he knows what is important in silver.
That is why the ronin he gathered all had their own stories, but they were all powerless to solve those stories.
Iroun met Lee Ja separately before.
-I will give you strength. The strength to take revenge on Haenam.
Wang Yeo-il accepted the offer as if he had been waiting for it.
“You will continue to gather ronin. That is your role.”
“I will keep that in mind, and keep it in mind again.”
It was by becoming a blood relative that I participated in this farce.
It may be a farce, but it was an important matter.
Those who have learned the Bloodline claim to have absolute loyalty through blood servitude, but when it comes to persuading others, that loyalty is nothing but madness.
There needs to be a proper reason and process.
The Ronins who chose to become Blood Cultists today will pass on today’s work to other Ronins when needed.
Those who are powerless will gather together to seek power.
“The Blood Cult will become a home for those who are weak and have their own stories.”
However, the story will be written in a different way.
Wang Yeo-il, who was greeting, followed the path, and Lee Ro-woon walked with Jeong Chi-su, who was approaching.
The place we arrived at was the Blood King’s underground prison.
“… … .”
There were escorts of the captured Dosangmok there.
“They look pretty comfortable, don’t they?”
At Iroun’s words, the warriors of Docheonbang twisted their mouths.
Lee Ro-un’s words were not a simple joke.
They were caught and they did nothing.
I wasn’t beaten or tortured.
“What… even if you want to hear it, you won’t be able to hear it.”
Those who close their eyes and mouths.
“Why do you think I would ask where the entrance to the Docheonbang is?”
“… … .”
“Or do you think I’ll make you tell me about the sins Do Sang-mok committed?”
They had no answer.
“I already know everything.”
“… … !”
“The entrance to Docheonbang.”
Shh.
“I was in Goyang.”
“that…!”
The escort who was about to say something quickly covered my mouth.
“The sins that Dosangmok committed were so numerous that it doesn’t matter. I have only one thing to say to you.”
The sinking eyes of the benefactor.
“Docheon will be erased. Or else, he will become one with us.”
I don’t understand English.
“Since we’re going to become one anyway, wouldn’t it be better to help them accept it from the beginning? Think about it carefully.”
