I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God Chapter 391

Episode 391

There is something that a person can express most powerfully in his or her voice.

This can be felt more clearly not only by people with a keen sense of energy, but also by people with a higher level… … .

The same applies to people who are naturally dull and have difficulty recognizing other people’s emotions.

It is the intent to kill.

For example, if you are a person who can perfectly control your emotions, you may be able to deceive the other person with a sincere voice.

Even with such deception, a person with high vigilance and a person who is accustomed to being deceived and deceived will be able to sense a slight sense of discomfort.

In other words, even emotions can be disguised.

However, it is impossible to disguise the killing intent that has been cultivated over a long period of time.

This is anger, hatred, and resentment towards the other person… … . This is because all kinds of unclean emotions are mixed and solidified before being expressed.

Therefore, it is true that Obi’s murderous intentions toward the Black Cult leader are sincere.

“Why are you trying to kill me?”

“Because I have a grudge.”

“What is that grudge?”

“I can’t say that either. “For the same reason I couldn’t reveal my identity.”

“… … .”

“I can’t help but doubt it. That makes sense. From your reaction just now, it seems like you know that the Black Cult Leader is in the Punishment Building… … .”

“well.”

“Don’t act like a fool. Because the conversation becomes unnecessarily long. Otherwise, there is no way a noble child with Badniker blood would infiltrate a place like a labor camp and visit the punishment building.”

Well, that’s true.

I clicked my tongue inwardly.

What I felt during our conversation was that Obi greeted me with more thorough preparations than I expected.

This insidious man probably researched everything he could about ‘Luzard’ during the week I stayed in the punishment building.

This is why it is dangerous to sneak into a place that is cut off from the outside world.

It is easy for their past actions to be exposed, and if they show even the slightest movement against the closed rules they have established, they will be noticed immediately.

“I won’t ask about everything either. I won’t ask how you knew the cult leader was here. There may still be some uncomfortable feelings between us, but don’t you think that for that reason, we can cooperate while being wary of each other?

“I know what my purpose is.”

“Isn’t it about stopping the devil’s descent? Additionally, if possible, they would also like to deal a crushing blow to the church. “I can help with that.”

“how?”

“Let’s kill the cult leader. “I will do everything I can to help you.”

Obi looked at me and declared, but I burst out laughing at this part.

“If he had been that easy to kill, the power of the Dark Church would not have lasted for hundreds of years.”

“I know that the cult leader uses dolls. However, the religious leader here is a being that can be said to be the main body.”

“… … .”

I closed the spout I was trying to open.

What this man just said was one of the church’s top secrets that only Leone and I knew about.

“I have planned very carefully. I stayed in this tower on the verge of collapse, waiting for just one ally. If you follow my plan, you can kill the Black Cult Master. More than half the probability… … .”

Obi looked at me and spoke in a desperate voice.

“Let’s kill the cult leader together. “Please help me, Luan Badnicker.”

* * *

It wasn’t an easy question to answer, so I said I needed more time to think about it.

Then Obi said:

“Then come back here tomorrow.”

“It doesn’t take that long. “Please give me 10 minutes.”

“That is difficult. This supply room is the only safe place in the punishment building, the only place where you can avoid the eyes of the cult leader. It took several years just to secure this place… … .”

“… … .”

“… This means that if you stay here for a long time, you will arouse unnecessary suspicion. So, let’s go. The story started this morning… We’ll do it again around two o’clock. “I will teach you a route to avoid communication modification.”

I nodded, returned to the room, and spent the morning with open eyes.

I resisted the urge to just lie down on the bed, and sat down on the floor, cross-legged, as if doing zazen.

When my head was congested, it was best to practice luck.

I couldn’t use the First Flame Ball with Luzard’s body, so I just meditated.

Sitting cross-legged in a lizardman’s body was much more uncomfortable than when I was in a human body, and for the first time in a while, I remembered old times.

So, when I was first taken to Yeongsan and did my first lotus position at the command of Baek No-gwang.

– Ahh! I can’t do this, I can’t do this anymore! What kind of practice is this? Isn’t that just torture?

– Added one hour.

– What is this senile old man?

– Added one more hour. If you fail, you will be punished with an iron fist.

– Wow… … .

Baek No-gwang said.

Originally, it was said that practice is setting one goal and accepting hardships.

The human mind and body have no choice but to instinctively pursue pleasure and comfortable work, but if you become immersed in such laziness, you will remain stagnant for the rest of your life or, in fact, will inevitably regress.

It’s human nature to want to sit when you’re standing, want to lie down when you’re sitting, and sleep when you want to lie down.

– So progress is a series of pain. In other words, you can make progress by continuously inflicting pain.

-What kind of crazy thing is that… … .

– noisy.

– Ugh!

Baek No-gwang’s honey balm caused pain that pierced through the skull, ran down the spine, and reached up to the hip bone.

It felt like a lightning strike shaped like a fist had pierced the top of my head.

Anyway, whenever my posture was twisted, I was punished with an iron fist or heavenly punishment, so I had no choice but to naturally focus… … .

I came to the conclusion that it was better to sit cross-legged, even if it was difficult, than to get hit by that fist.

The lesser evil was better than the worst.

‘I miss you a little. I don’t want to go back though.’

For some reason, Baek No-gwang’s face felt blurred.

Why?

Not 1 year, let alone 10 years, decades, no. It’s a face I thought I would never forget until I die.

I sat cross-legged and reminisced about my days at Yeongsan, then quietly left the room ten minutes before two.

And, remembering the path that Obi had mentioned, I wandered around the Pagoda in Punishment-dong.

As the place is the place, it was never dark in the Punishment Building even if it was dawn.

Old lights flickered here and there, and the occasional sign of presence was probably the guards patrolling until the sun rose.

Occasionally, those detained would utter nonsense.

“Give me food! It’s morning! “Give me food!”

“I’m pretty. you are pretty We are all pretty. Kihihi, kehihi.”

“The end is coming! Get me out of here quickly! Oh, only I can face the coming destruction… … !”

“… … .”

This is what I felt while repeating meals and interviews, and meeting many people.

In the punishment building, there were few prisoners of sound mind.

After being locked up for long periods of time, being interviewed, interrogated, and sometimes even tortured, and eating only one meal a day, and that’s just a bunch of tasteless nutrients, it would be natural for their otherwise healthy minds to break down.

Seeing these people, Luan Badniker, who was in a sane state despite being imprisoned and beaten for 10 years in a place called Yeongsan, suddenly became amazing.

Anyway, I followed Obi’s advice, avoided the eyes of the communication crystal, and arrived at the supply room without encountering any patrolling guards.

As expected, Obi was already there.

This time, instead of organizing my documents, I was drinking something.

“Would you like a drink?”

“What is it?”

“It’s Darjeeling.”

The way you speak has changed a bit.

“That’s it.”

I prefer just smelling the tea rather than drinking it directly. For now, I was satisfied with just the scent of tea that had already filled the supply room.

I came to a conclusion right away without thinking about it.

“First, please tell us the identity of the cult leader. If you don’t reveal that, I have nothing to say. Even if you just leave the work site, you have no choice but to move independently.”

“… good.”

Obi nodded and said.

“How much do you know about the prisoners on the top floor?”

“I heard that he can’t do anything on his own because his whole body is tied up in restraints.”

“Is that all?”

“They only give us one meal a day.”

“It can be said that you barely know anything.”

I nodded.

“Well, that’s right.”

“There are a total of four prisoners on the top floor. From now on, I will explain each person one by one. First up is Riley. His race is fairy, his gender is female, his age is 316 years old, and he was sentenced to a total of 117 years in prison, currently serving 37 years.”

“What did you do that you were sentenced to 117 years in prison?”

“Brother genocide, and predation. Officially, more than 50 fairies were eaten. Among them were her children.”

“hmm… … .”

“If I talk about the sins I committed, there will be no end to it, so I will give you the documents later. “If you read it, you’ll get the idea.”

It meant not to stop talking.

I nodded and continued listening to the explanation.

To summarize, it was like this.

The four prisoners on the top floor are comprised of a man, an old man, a boy, and a woman… … .

Their names are Nevelik, Cyremal, Verdan, and Raelin.

All four of them committed terrible crimes and were imprisoned in a labor camp. It seems that they were detained here from the beginning, rather than having an accident while working in the living quarters and ending up in the punishment district.

“Why do you think I explained all four?”

“… … .”

At this point I paused for a moment to think, and then the most unpleasant possibility occurred to me.

“… “Because all four of them are black religious leaders.”

“I see.”

“Are you sure? I heard that the leader’s abilities are special. “Isn’t it more likely that all four of them are dolls?”

“That’s not right.”

“What is the basis?”

As I spoke, it became somewhat of an argument, but Obi responded without paying particular attention to my words or actions.

“I don’t know how much you know about the Black Cult Master, but there is a defining characteristic unique to the main body.”

“What is that?”

“Unlike a doll, the body needs sleep. And as far as I could tell, all four prisoners on the top floor were asleep. “There was a difference in cycle and time.”

“Sleep.”

Although it was an absurd statement, it felt strangely persuasive.

The biggest reason why it is difficult to dismiss it as nonsense is because I have heard that the Black Cult Master controls dreams.

So this is a simple approach.

To meet someone in a dream, wouldn’t that person also have to enter the dream directly?

“The important thing is that these four people have never slept together. As if they were taking turns, when one person was sleeping, the other three were always awake… … .”

“Then how do you plan to kill the cult leader? “Can I cut off the heads of four people at the same time?”

“That will be difficult. If you approach four people at the same time, the cult leader will immediately become suspicious… … . Besides, there’s no need to do that. “The only thing we need to kill is the ‘main body of consciousness.’”

“The body of consciousness?”

“Among the numerous seeds of the Black Cult that have been scattered throughout the world, there exists something that can be called the prototype or nucleus. The Black Cult Leader can transfer the core to any body he wants, but if he kills the being who owns the core, it means the complete death of the Cult Leader.”

“… … !”

If this is true, it means that there is a fatal weakness in the existence of the Black Leader, who seemed to have no answer.

“I learned about the series of processes through which the body circulates while observing the four prisoners. The goal is to kill the physically weakest old man while he sleeps. If he succeeds, that’s fine, but if he fails… … .”

“Can I just kill the guy whose main body of consciousness is moving?”

Obi nodded, looking slightly surprised.

“You understand quickly. That’s it. Usually, after the old man, the young man falls asleep. “We just have to time it right and cut off the heads of the old and young at the same time.”

Only then did I understand why Obi had been waiting so long for a collaborator.

In order to kill the cult leader, at least one, and at most three, collaborators were essential.

However, regardless of this impression, doubts about the existence of Obi grew.

How on earth does this man know about the true nature of the Black Cultist and its weaknesses?

“The day of execution is the moment when the religious leader is most lethargic. At the same time, it is also a decisive moment for him.”

“… “Is this the last day?”

Obi nodded.

The day when the execution of members of this race is decided.

The day when the denominational competition ends.

And perhaps, the day when the Demon King descends.

“What can I do? Luan Badnicker.”

I said to Obi, who was looking at me with an expectant look on his face.

“There is something most important.”

“Something?”

“There is insufficient evidence that the prisoner on the top floor is the Black Cultist.”

“hmm. I expected you to say that. “Of course you have divine protection, right?”

“For now.”

“hmm. However, it might be considered strange if a member of a different race possesses divine protection. Is there anything like a holy relic? “It doesn’t matter what God’s relics are that are included in the 99th rank.”

I thought for a moment and answered.

“There are relics of Vulcan.”

“Then that’s a relief.”

What is fortunate?

While I was puzzled, Obi continued.

“First of all, I’ll put you in charge of serving food on the top floor tomorrow. Face to face. Then you will know what I mean… … . “I give you one piece of advice: make sure you bring the relics of Vulcan.”

* * *

“Oh, hi… … ?”

“Nice to meet you.”

The man currently in charge of serving food on the top floor had a timid appearance, and even more so in his voice.

I couldn’t make eye contact when talking, and I couldn’t understand what was being said.

To sum it up, he was not a person the senior would like.

Perhaps that’s why they took on the most arduous task of serving food to the top floor. It’s like being treated like a waste of time.

“Oh, I heard you were going to cook for me today.”

“That’s it. “Is there anything I should be careful about?”

“Uhm… … . Boo, don’t engage in unnecessary conversation and ignore whatever they say on the other side. When giving food, make sure to only remove the mouth plug… … . “And the most important thing is to keep order.”

“What is the order?”

“Starting from room 2, room 1, room 3, room 4… … . You must feed them in this order. “If you don’t follow it, you’ll be in big trouble.”

What kind of big problem is happening?

At a time like this, the oblivious and curious person revealed his presence again, but inside, he was repeating the numbers 2, 1, 3, and 4.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

That’s when I nodded and passed the guard.

“… it’s a shame.”

“What did you just say?”

“Huh?”

The guard looks at me with his eyes wide open.

“what?”

“Didn’t you just say you were disappointed?”

“Me, me? Ah, probably not… … ?”

“… … .”

Of course, I am not old enough to be deaf yet.

I’m not stupid enough to hear hallucinations like this.

As I watched, the guard squirmed and disappeared as if running away.

“Ah, anyway, I’ll go!”

Even though his speech was slurred, his movements were so quick that there was no time to catch him.

I looked at where the guard was standing, who had left in an instant, and then turned my head without any choice.

You said it started with room 2, right?

Grab your meal, unlock a few locks, and enter the room.

The interior space itself was spacious, dimly lit, and had no strange smells.

However, there was nothing that looked like furniture or daily necessities.

There was someone in the center of that empty space.

It is a being so thoroughly restrained that it almost resembles a mummy.

A basic straitjacket was covered with white bandages, and the bandages had letters engraved on them that I had never seen before.

It may have been engraved with magic, or the bandage itself may be a type of magic tool.

Several layers of tough leather were put on top of it, and chains connected to the walls of each room were hung around the neck and legs.

To sum it up, he was a man who better than anyone else could be said to be incapable of moving.

“… … .”

I got a little sick of it.

It’s not that my mental strength is weak, but I wasn’t confident that I could last even a day or two in that state.

Anyway, you have to open the spout to feed it.

I only removed the muzzle of Nevelic, a man whose entire body was restrained.

“… … .”

At this moment, I expected him to raise his voice or show some kind of reaction, but he was surprisingly calm.

I put the prepared food into his mouth.

In fact, the only rice I had was half a piece of dry bread and cold soup.

It was too annoying to take turns, so I soaked the bread in the soup and stuffed it into this guy’s mouth.

well… … .

Nevelik said nothing and chewed his food thoroughly.

After a simple meal, pour half a bottle of water into the mouth as a finishing touch.

Even then, there was no word, so it was time to seal the muzzle again with the muzzle that had been removed.

“hi.”

Nevelik spoke for the first time.

It was a voice so good-natured that there was not a single trace of malice in it.

I stopped moving and answered in a calm voice.

“Nice to meet you.”

“As expected, it wasn’t Zilius. “Are you a newbie?”

“… … .”

“You don’t want to answer? Do you not prefer conversation? ah… Now that I think about it, I guess Gilius gave me advice. “Don’t mix unnecessary words with prisoners.”

Nevelic smiled lowly and whispered to me.

“But if meeting like this is fate, then it must be fate. I’ve been like this for 15 years. “It’s okay if we talk a few words.”

“I refuse.”

Strangely, the more I heard the voice, the more tired I felt, and an instinctive alarm rang.

I can’t understand the situation, and I don’t know what’s happening.

Anyway, I thought I shouldn’t let it flutter any longer.

But just before I was about to put the muzzle on.

“you… … .”

Nevelik said in a voice filled with laughter.

“Are you a church member?”