2. Motel Phobos (3)
2. File Guest House Motel Phobos (3) – Openness is a lot of money
“Cheonnyeong Sangdan? I’ve never heard of it.”
Seolyeong tilted her head. She knew the famous named tops, but this was the first time she had heard of Cheonryong Top. She turned to Sunja. Sunja, who had been listening to the story silently, paused for a moment before opening her mouth.
“I looked it up and it’s a small mountain range in the Anhui Galaxy. It doesn’t look like there’s anything special about it······.”
“Oh, you still don’t know. Do you think that the information that comes up when you search for OpenDo on Gangho Net will be handled? Of course, I brought it up to build up everything. If you say Cheonryong Sangdan, it is a small Sangdan with less than thirty members, but it is a well-established and prestigious Sangdan with a history of over a thousand years······.”
“Skip the introduction and get to the main point.”
Seolyeong cut off Heuntuga who was about to start a long story. She hated rambling without any nutritional value. Especially when the person she was talking to was a talkative streamer.
“Haha, Lady Seolyeong has a quick temper. Then let me get straight to the point. The identity of that sinner of the Demonic Cult is! Ta-da! The leader of the Cheonryong Sangdan!”
“······You’re a small-time member of the upper class who touched the Demonic Cult? Did you even drink a lot of alcohol?”
Seolyeong made a face of bewilderment. Even though Anhui Eunha was part of Namgung Sega’s sphere of influence, there was no way they would protect a leader who did something so crazy. It was literally something that could only be done by someone who was out of their minds, whether they were drunk or on drugs.
The man shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, the details aren’t known yet, but I heard that there was friction between the 32nd parish of the Demonic Cult and the Cheonryong Sangdan a week ago. At the time, it was said that the head and the sub-head were summoned together to the parish… I don’t know what happened, but it seemed like things weren’t going well.”
“What about the short story?”
“I don’t know. Since there was no trace of him after he entered Parish 32, he is either still in the parish or······.”
He was sparing with his words, but it was obvious what would follow. Even though he had become familiar enough to be known to the general public, the world of martial arts was inherently cruel. Robert groaned in discomfort.
“A leader who has lost contact with the Demonic Cult’s parish and a small leader who is being chased by the Demonic Cult… Just looking at them, I can tell something is fishy. Did the Demonic Cult do something to the Demonic Cult?”
“······It is not right to jump to conclusions when the truth of the matter has not even been revealed. I only heard that there was friction, so how can you think that they are evil people just because they are a demonic cult?”
Mokjin, who was furious at Seolyeong’s words that the Demonic Cult was the bad guys, spoke like the common people of the political sect. Although he had vowed not to reveal his relationship with the Heavenly Demonic Cult, he couldn’t feel good about the group he was the leader of being cursed at first.
“Well, that’s not wrong. What matters is not who is bad or not, but money.”
‘He is not even a blacksmith, and his words and actions are no different from those of a group of ronin wielding swords.’
Mokjin frowned inwardly at the sight of Seolyeong only being interested in the bounty of the criminal, regardless of the circumstances. The way he dressed as a man who was said to be open-minded made him think that the people of this era in the martial arts world were only interested in money.
But Mokjin didn’t show any such expression. He didn’t know about this future world yet.
When he first entered the Cheonmasin Church, didn’t he suffer many hardships because he was bound by his past way of thinking? Before evaluating the warriors of this era, it was necessary to first learn about this era.
There was a pair of eyes staring blankly at Mokjin, who was trying hard to understand Seolyeong despite his uncomfortable mood. If there was any interesting information, he would first put saliva in his eyes, and he was a common person.
“By the way, Lady Seolyeong, who is this Sohyeop here? I don’t think he’s registered separately in the Murim Dictionary. But is that a translator? Judging from the shape of his mouth, he doesn’t seem to be speaking English, and his speech is also unique.”
“······Ah, this sheep······No, this guy?”
At Huntu’s words, Seolyeong flinched invisibly. Without thinking much about it, he went to Gaebongdo like he usually did, hoping to get some information, but upon thinking about it, he realized that they had a being called Mokjin.
An ancient martial artist who has been asleep for thousands of years. He may be the only one of his kind in the entire universe. I haven’t figured out how to make money from it yet, but it’s a business item that can make money that’s incomparable to catching one or two criminals. At least I shouldn’t hand it over to the unlucky old men of the Jeongpa faction.
Seolyeong quickly used her wit to write a scenario.
“······This is a girl I brought with me for a short while through an acquaintance. She used to live with her master in a remote castle town, but she just came into the world.”
“······?”
Mok-jin felt puzzled by Se-ryeong’s sudden change in stance, but he understood her intention to keep her existence hidden from the Gae-bok-do in front of him, so he chose to remain silent.
Seol-yeong was trying to use him, and it was so obvious that anyone with even the slightest bit of sense would have noticed, but he owed Seol-yeong and her group a debt. If they were trying to use him, why wouldn’t he be used as long as he didn’t cross a certain line?
Of course, as a senior in the martial arts world, he wanted to provide some help to the young warrior living in this difficult martial arts world at a young age, and at the same time, he did not want to make his presence known to Gaebong, a member of the Gupa Ilbang.
However, there was one thing that bothered him. Even though he had transformed into a half-age man through a transformation, he was treated as a younger man by a young girl who was his niece. However, since it was something he couldn’t change right away, Mok-jin tried to calm his trembling feelings by emptying his mind.
“Oh really? I see you’re a newbie in the martial arts world. Wow, newbies are always welcome.”
Fortunately, the bounty hunter didn’t have much doubts about Seol-yeong’s excuses. Since long ago, bounty hunters had to be able to lie as easily as eating rice.
However, that did not mean that Huntuga’s curiosity completely disappeared.
“But what is your name, Sohyeop?”
“It’s Lee Mok-jin.”
“Hmm. Imokjin. It’s a nice name with an orthodox flavor. My first name and last name are a mix of Eastern and Western, so it doesn’t really suit me. Just call me Heuntuga. When you have time, search Heuntuga on Gangho.net and be sure to subscribe and like. Got it?”
What kind of person is talking so much? Mokjin looked tired of the chatter of Huntuga, who kept talking nonstop even after saying just one word. It was annoying enough that he was open-minded, but he was also a chatterbox. He was someone you couldn’t get close to.
But what came next was even more spectacular.
“Isn’t it fate that we met like this? If we meet again someday, I will buy you a drink as your senior in the martial arts world. I am a wealthy person in Gaebo-do. Hahaha.”
“······her.”
It was absurd for a fluffy kid to talk about his senior in the martial arts world, but I never thought I would see someone in this open world talking nonsense just because they had a lot of money. Mok-jin was momentarily dumbfounded by the unimaginable culture shock.
What was even more absurd was that Seolyeong and her group, although they clicked their tongues at the empty promise and said it was an empty promise, were used to such nonsense. It seemed that they were genuinely open-minded and thought it was natural for them to have a lot of money.
‘They said they’d be the bosses, but now the beggars have become the bosses. It’s so confusing.’
Perhaps noticing Mokjin’s confusion, Huntuga, who was true to his duty as an open-minded person, began to reveal his true feelings.
“By the way, may I ask where this Sohyeop’s clan is? Oh, if it’s too much trouble, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just curious. Still, wouldn’t it be good to hear the name of the Sohyeop’s clan that will make a name for itself as you travel the universe? Raising the honor of the clan is the destiny of a martial artist who has just entered the world of martial arts. Isn’t that right?”
He tells her not to tell him if she’s in trouble, but he secretly tries to provoke her by selling her the door. It’s a shallow move that makes you laugh, but it’s enough lip service for a hot-blooded young martial artist who just started out in the martial arts world.
Of course, for Mok Jin, who was more of a seasoned veteran than a newcomer to the martial arts world, such trickery was out of the question.
‘I am a monk.’
Mokjin thought of his master who had taught him martial arts long ago. He was a great master of the Cheonmasingyo, who had taken him in when he had lost his family and was obsessed with revenge, and raised him as a warrior. If he was a disciple, he should have mentioned the name of the Cheonmasingyo and his master, but it would not have been what his master wanted for him to be entangled in the past even after coming this far into the future.
Placing the Cheonmasingyo on a rock, inheriting the name of Cheonmas, and conquering the world. That alone would be enough of an example for a monk and a teacher. Instead of answering with the name of Cheonmasingyo, Mokjin brought up another name.
“It is a one-man tradition, so there is no such thing as a monk. I learned the martial art called the Ink Thunder Heavenly Ra Art from my master.”
“A one-man victory······. Oh, excuse me.”
“······Hmm? Excuse me? What do you mean?”
Mokjin raised an eyebrow at Huntuga’s sudden apology. What was the problem with the one-man story? He was extremely embarrassed by the sudden seriousness of the atmosphere.
Did he think that his reaction was because he was new to the martial arts world? Heuntuga explained with an awkward smile.
“Ah, if it’s a one-man succession, you might not know. That’s really… That’s right, isn’t it? In a one-man succession, the internal energy drive is usually removed and reimplanted, so that means the master of Sohyeop has lost his martial arts skills… “
“what?”
Mokjin asked back in a new voice without realizing it. No, if you pass on martial arts, the master will lose the martial arts. It’s not even a power transfer between bodies. What kind of nonsense is this?
“What on earth are you talking about? Internal energy dry… What the heck is that?”
Mokjin looked back at Seolyeong with an expression that could not hide his confusion. Only then did Seolyeong realize that the man in front of her was an ancient person who lived before the invention of the internal energy drive. Seolyeong, who was flustered, quickly intervened to resolve the situation.
“Don’t say weird things to the kid, I ordered a custom version of the internal energy drive.”
“Oh, there was that way too. Excuse me.”
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At Seryeong’s words, Huntu made a face of surprise. Usually, when people talk about one-person martial arts, they assume that most of them are small-time martial artists who don’t have the money to set up a school or order internal energy drives, but it was a different story when it came to one-person martial arts with enough money to order a custom internal energy drive.
Huntuga’s eyes sparkled even more. Rich friends are always welcome. Huntuga clung to Mokjin even more, acting unusually.
“Hey. Then our small group is still natural. Let’s just wait. In that case, as a celebration of getting off the mountain, are you going to take out the external drive and transplant the internal drive? Wow, now you’re going to do your part as a proper martial artist. Congratulations, congratulations. I should give you this as a senior, but I’m sorry I don’t have anything to give you right now.”
‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’
He kept talking about natural and drive, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I was already starting to get annoyed because I didn’t know what he was saying, but before I knew it, that bastard called Huntu was quietly saying something. Mokjin’s eyes flashed as he felt the urge to punch the beggar in front of him in the face of a new life and a sudden urge.
And fortunately, Serin wasn’t a woman so clueless as to just let this situation go.
“This kid, you’re talking nonsense like that, thinking that no one will open up to you? Are you upset? Don’t act friendly and say what you want to say. Then just go your own way. We have our next schedule too, so why don’t you just hang around a little?”
“Oh my, it’s too bad that our relationship ended like this. I can’t hurt Young Lady Seolyeong’s feelings, so I’ll take my leave now. Sohyeop, please subscribe to my channel and send me a message later. Got it? Haha.”
Despite the blatant order of the henpuga to swear at Seolyeong, the henpuga stood up from his seat with a sly grin. It was as if he had a face full of eternal youth. Mokjin stared at the back of the henpuga as he walked away and spoke to Seolyeong.
“Thank you. I was just in a difficult situation.”
“Just think of it as a cockroach coming and going. Those open guys have no manners and are not very good at dealing with people.”
“Daehyeop, but not all openness is like that. I will show you many good broadcasts later.”
“Don’t you have any f*cking clue?”
Seolyeong glared at Robert, who was unable to read the mood. Sunja provided support fire from the side.
It was too strong for support fire, though.
“All the shows that Mr. Robert watches are women’s shows.”
“under······.”
Serin sighed. Robert, whose face turned red, waved both his hands and made an excuse.
“No, that’s not it. I literally just watch it because I like the content! Really! And Sunja, why are you looking at other people’s access logs!?”
“Isn’t it Robert’s fault for using it as a public spaceship network, saying it’s a waste of data? If you have any complaints, use your own data.”
“······Isn’t that the guy who’s your fiancée doing this to you?”
Serin’s eyes sank coldly. They were eyes that went beyond pitifulness and even half-contempt. Mokjin, who had a rough idea of the atmosphere without knowing the details, lightly clicked his tongue.
“······Sir, you’re only doing this to me······.”
Robert, realizing that talking more would only hurt her, avoided eye contact and grumbled. To be honest, it wasn’t exactly an honest thing to do.
“Let’s go back to the spaceship and finish talking. I don’t know what it was like back then, but in this day and age, with the world open, it’s important to talk about it.”
Serin, who had made Robert shut up, drank the remaining bamboo leaf tonic. He was already out of his mind after seeing the unprecedented event of breaking through the life and death barrier, not to mention being an ancient being from two thousand years ago, but it was time to have a serious conversation.
Actually, at first, I was going to just jam the voice and talk, but if there was an openness, it would be different. They make a living by eavesdropping on secret conversations at any cost. The group, including Mok-jin, stood up from their seats at Se-ryeong’s words.
“Thank you for the drink, sir.”
“Please come back again, Yeo-hyeop!”
Behind Serin, the android Jeomsoi came out and bowed its head. It was a different android than the Jeomsoi who had been gossiping about her excitedly earlier.
The group, led by Seol-ryeong who paid the price with the credits Sun-ja had earned, was about to leave the Hwail Inn.
“for a moment.”
A voice called out to them from the entrance of the guest house. The group’s gaze turned to the leader of the Demonic Cult, Sanjeonmuak, who had called them out. While the other members of the Red Cult were searching the guest house, he blocked the entrance and opened his mouth.
“Hey, Sohyeop, could you wait a moment?”
His finger was pointing exactly at Cheonma Imokjin, him.
information)
The Sanjeonmuak is really good. Usually, there is almost no way to know the identity of Mokjin who has reached the realm of Banbakguijin.
The highest leader of the Demonic Cult is the leader of the Demonic Cult. However, sometimes someone appears who gains the qualifications of a Heavenly Demon and is given the name of a Heavenly Demon. As soon as that person appears, the Heavenly Demon is promoted to the leader of the Demonic Cult, and the leader steps down to the position of vice leader.
The head of the Demonic Cult is passed down without a gap, but the position of Cheonma is often vacant if there is no one qualified. Before the current Cheonma, there had been no one who inherited the name of Cheonma for over a hundred years.
The current Cheonma and the leader of the Cheonma Sect, Wi So-ha, is a once-in-a-millennium talent who single-handedly subdued the Guardians at the age of seventeen a year ago and earned the name of Cheonma.
Lee Mok-jin likes the so-called upstarts who are trying to become stronger, whether they are the Jeongpa or the Sapa. Since he also experienced the days of being an ordinary martial artist in the past, he has relatively little aversion to the Jeongpa.
There are various types of scouts that martial artists often carry around, and they are usually used to retrieve information about their opponents.
Sanjeonmuak’s words and actions are rough and fierce, but he has a strong sense of loyalty and is trusted by his colleagues. (=Tsundere)
Mokjin has a rather impulsive personality. He even seals himself when he thinks it’s time for the wise man, and because of that impulsive personality, he’s had a lot of accidents.
Sanjeonmuak couldn’t even see Mokjin’s long-distance strike that didn’t contain any internal energy.
