Episode 468
Blazing. It’s burning.
The swords were all burning and lighting up the sky. It must have been so hot that the surrounding clouds disappeared.
It was overwhelming. I raised my hand. Sweat was flowing.
The distance was at least several dozen kilometers, but it felt like if it had hit the ground, it would have caused damage here as well.
I don’t want to say this.
I really don’t want to say it because of my pride, but I have to. I was scared. I was really scared.
I thought about it. My thoughts are going crazy. Is that really the right answer?
Then the fire swords start falling.
Kwakwang, Kwaaaaang. The loud noise continues without stopping. The ground shakes. Fortunately, there was no damage up to this distance. All I could feel was the vibration and heat.
The ambassador was a man who was in a strong position. He was quick to judge the situation.
“This… won’t work.”
The mountain was gone. The trees were gone. The well was gone. The bodies were gone. There was no trace of people.
“I have to run away.”
There was no hesitation. Thus, the Great Master of the Underworld, one of the three kings, returned to his hometown with his personal guard. He thought to himself,
I must avoid getting involved with that monster.
But if the world were that easy, would it be the world in vain?
The ambassador ran away. He ran away without looking back.
That’s what’s happened so far.
* * *
Of course, we took a carriage to travel. Ron was tired and I was tired too.
Teleportation magic is omnipotent, but it can’t be used continuously in this physical condition. I repeat, my physical condition was terrible.
The carriage is rattling and at the same time my whole body is aching. My heart hurts too. Not to mention my headache.
I exhaled and covered my forehead with my hand. I was buried deep in the carriage, so my posture was comfortable, but it was shaking, oh my.
“Your Majesty. Are you alive?”
“No. I think he’s dead.”
“You are alive.”
I put my hand away and turned my head. Our Ron was looking at me in a state of disarray, just like me. He had very worried eyes.
“Rondo, get some rest.”
My gaze probably isn’t much different from Ron’s. Because of that outfit that our Ron is wearing.
I’m not talking about the armor. The long-sleeved T-shirt he’s wearing inside that armor was definitely gray when he first set out from the Western Continent.
But now, gray is almost impossible to find. It’s almost dyed with blood, and although it’s not said, the smell of blood is vibrating.
That’s how much trouble Ron had. Strangely enough, our Ron seems to be able to use mind reading.
“Does it smell a lot?”
“It smells a little bit, but it’s bearable. I can smell that much on my body too.”
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“Is that so? I’m not sure right now because my sense of smell is numb.”
Ron laughs softly. I laugh too. While I’m laughing, I reach out and touch Ron’s shoulder.
Red mana rose from my hand and covered Ron’s body.
It wasn’t covered for long. Maybe a second? Two seconds? Something like that.
Then comes the sound of something burning, the sound of flesh healing, and the sound of organs falling back into place.
Ron’s eyes opened wide. Recovery magic on this body. That’s what he looked like. I shook my head and told Ron not to say anything.
Ron seemed to have a lot to say, but he didn’t. And it wasn’t Ron who did the talking, it was Yu Je-ha, the Sura Doje across from us.
“Did you know how to practice medicine?”
“Just do a rough imitation.”
“… … That’s great, but it’s actually a good thing. Coming here was the right choice.”
This is not so much medical magic as it is just a healing spell made with mana. And who calls me a doctor? I’ve never heard anyone call me a doctor in my life.
I lay down again.
But wait a minute. Coming here was the right answer? The nuance is a bit strange. Is this kid preparing to stab me in the back of the head?
“You’re going to the palace right now, right?”
“Of course. However, there is a hospital on the way to the palace, so I was planning to stop by there for a bit. Do you not like it?”
As we stare blankly at the water dragon, the guy adds.
“Of course I don’t know what kind of person you are. But.”
“but?”
“I know that your body is not in a normal state. And you cannot heal it yourself. The proof of this is what you just healed Hong Po-shin-gun’s body. If that were possible, you would have healed yourself first.”
therefore.
“so?”
“What if there was a way to cure that body?”
hmm.
“As I said before, I don’t know the details of who you are. But I do know a few things. You hate freebies. And you don’t persecute anyone for no reason. In short, you’re a sure benefactor.”
Now that I hear it, it wasn’t a wrong statement, Eunwon.
It’s a word from this world, but strangely enough, I like it quite a bit.
“The princess of the palace, Shin-ui Bu-un-yeong, is eccentric. And he is proud of his own medical skills. I can tell you for sure here that Shin-ui is not a man who would yield to threats. If he were threatened, he would take his own life. He is not the type of person to ever give in. However.”
The eyes of the Shura Emperor are blazing with desire.
“God owes me a debt. I can move God. Do you know what I’m trying to say?”
I ended up laughing.
The Sura Island Festival is coming.
This man is simpler than I thought. I strangely like him because he is simple and clear.
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Even though their first meeting was a bit messy, Sura-do seems to know that it was entirely his fault. Should I say that Eun-won is certain? I doubted him for nothing.
To sum up.
“I can ask God to look at my body, and in return, give me some advice?”
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“… … As I said before, I think that even though you’re a bit aggressive, you’re a man with a solid sense of duty. I don’t know about anything else, but I can be sure of that.”
A smile appeared on my lips as I looked at the Sura Island Festival.
He nodded slowly.
Okay, let’s go to the palace.
It takes quite a long time for my body to fully recover. If there is a way to shorten that time, then it is definitely worth trying.
But, I don’t think we’ll get into trouble like we did at Jeongcheonmaeng.
No matter how I think about it, it seems like a curse.
Or maybe my personality is just shit.
* * *
The palace was a fairly large estate.
It was definitely huge, but what should I say? Should I say it was small?
The landmass is large, but the people living there are so few that I don’t know if it can be called a territory. It was large, yet small.
A place that is both a territory and a village.
The population felt roughly around 300, so the word village was definitely not wrong.
And the god of wealth that Yoo Je-ha had mentioned was a man who looked to be in his mid to late 60s, with a white beard about 10cm long and a ‘hair that was a perfect blend of white and black’ that went quite well together. He really looked like a god. Yoo Je-ha said.
“I have a patient. I would like you to take care of him.”
The eyes of the god turned towards me. Then they turned to Ron next to me.
“One? Or two?”
“How does it look?”
Shin-ui frowns as if displeased when Yoo Je-ha asks with a genuinely curious expression.
“Let’s see, one of them is… … normal. The bloodstains have been dried for about a day? Two days? It seems like that, and it’s impossible for him to be normal, but he’s normal. Did you see any other doctors besides me before coming here? His skills seem to be at the level of a monster, but you managed to find that guy who was hiding.”
Yoo Je-ha didn’t answer. I didn’t answer either. Shin-ui burst into laughter at Yoo Je-ha’s and my reactions.
“Haha, I see you’re not a monster. Rather.”
The funny thing happened next. The divine gaze shifted to me.
“This one is more surprising.”
The god walks towards me. He looks at me and says,
“Are you really alive?”
The god’s eyes grew wide.
“It’s even more surprising when you look closely. Your eyes are shaking, your bones are out of place… … Doesn’t your head hurt? You must have severe anemia or something.”
You know it when you see it.
“Did you use up your energy? This is really strange. You’re so tired. And it’s not just tired. You’ve never had a single break.”
I was a little surprised by those words. This didn’t seem like a quack. The god’s eyes continued to scan my body. And he continued speaking with a look that was ten times more surprising than what I was feeling inside.
“How can someone be alive in this body? I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. The veins are twisted, the muscles are twisted, the bones, oh my god, this is not a living body. And tell me, are you a corpse?”
I opened my mouth to look at that god.
“surely.”
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“surely?”
“You’re not a stone-thrower.”
Shin-ui smirks. He looks pretty cool with his beard trembling slightly. Maybe I should grow a beard too.
It was just a thought, said the god.
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
It might have sounded like a random question. At least it must have been random to Ron and Yujeha. But it wasn’t me. I’m not a real idiot.
“Natural healing power, those who have reached the realm of healing power have healing powers that are incomparable to those of ordinary people. But you are two, no, three steps above them. I have never seen healing powers like this… … Oh.”
The god smiled strangely. It was a smile that seemed to confirm the truth that had been a mystery for a long time. The god glanced at the Shura Emperor and spoke to me.
“So you are the rumored Demon Lord.”
I doubted my ears.
“Amazon?”
“It wasn’t long ago. In the current martial arts world, there is Ilma, Samjon, and Samwang. Ilma is Cheonma, the Samjon are Geomjon, Gwangjon, and Majon, and the Samjon are Myeongwang, Poison King, and Dark King. Rumors like that spread.”
A smile forms on my lips. Look at this. I think I should put aside the question of Shin’s skills for a moment. I couldn’t help but ask because I was curious.
“Where did the rumor come from?”
“Well, you’re from another continent?”
Now there is no one who doesn’t know.
Taegeuk Sword Master, before that old man died, he was talking everywhere. When I looked at Shin-ui without saying a word, he answered.
“There are two groups that deal with information in the current martial arts world. Gaebong and Haomun. Usually, rumors about a certain martial artist dying or a new martial artist appearing are spread by those two groups. This case is no different. Gaebong and Haomun spread it like wildfire. Disciples all over the country are spreading the same story, so it’s only natural that the Yi-gung-in would come here.”
It’s slowly rising. A feeling of discomfort.
It’s okay if I kill the Salt Lord and take the place of the Three Lords. It’s completely understandable. But why the Devil Lord of all people?
I came from the Western Continent and killed the Salt Lord to take his place? That’s too easy. The world isn’t that easy.
Even if he is called John, why is he called ‘Ma’? Ma-Zone? This is crossing the line. The god says.
“I think you’ve noticed, but to give you a definitive answer, I heard that this is what’s going around.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The Heavenly Demon and the Demon Lord share the name of Demon, so who is superior?”
God looks into my eyes.
“It’s a bit too blatant and almost funny. It’s almost like you’re trying to pick a fight with Cheonma. What do you think?”
I ended up laughing. What do you think?
I hate being manipulated by anyone. Then it becomes very simple.
“The reason Yeomjon died was because he thought of me as a pawn in a game he created.”
“… … .”
“But if there’s someone who tries to play with me in the same way, what more can I think about? I should catch them and kill them.”
