Absolute Regression Chapter 293

Episode 293: Where does the person named Geumwoojin live?

“Let’s eat together and then part ways.”

The biased opinion on the recommendation of the sword dance drama was that there was no need to do that, so he stepped back.

“it’s okay.”

“I ate the same meal every day on my way here, so wouldn’t it be strange if I didn’t eat on the last day?”

It would be strange. But the sword dance was already tugging at his sleeve.

“Which restaurant around here has good food? Let’s go there.”

Guided by the sword dance, the two walked through the streets. They met good customers and were full until the last day.

As I was walking, a fierce-looking man stopped me and held out his hand.

Biyunjung gave him two-thirds of the money he had earned this time.

The man who received the money just left. There was no greeting, no swearing, no threats. The sword dance felt even more cruel. Before I could feel anger, sadness, or any other emotion, my hard-earned money disappeared.

Bien-jung, who was walking a few more steps, sighed and said.

“At first, I protested and resisted, saying it was unfair.”

His difficult past continued.

“I got beaten up in front of my family. I endured it even then. But when that bastard put a knife to my son’s neck, I gave up everything.”

Now, he was enduring each day by saving more and working harder, in a spirit of resignation.

Bien-jung glanced at Geommu-geuk. Geommu-geuk didn’t say anything.

“There it is. That place has the best craftsmanship.”

After entering the guest house, Geommu-geuk found a room to stay in for a while, and had a meal with Pyeon-jung on the first floor. They ordered the best dish the guest house made and ate together.

‘Why did you borrow ten nyang when you have so much money? It would just cause unnecessary trouble.’

Bias said cautiously.

“If you are thinking of doing something to the power plant, don’t do it. They are not ordinary parasites. The size of the organization is also large. There is no place in the central plains where they are not found.”

The sword dance filled his glass.

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

As usual, Geommugeuk drank and ate in silence, and Pyeonjung also ate quietly.

After finishing their meal, Geommugeuk said goodbye.

“You must be tired. Go and rest. It was hard driving the carriage all the way here.”

The swordsman called the innkeeper. There was another reason he brought him here. The innkeeper brought the packaged food.

“I asked you to make some food that the kids would enjoy, so take it and feed it to them.”

Geommugeuk noticed that Biyunjung was thinking about his children whenever he ate food.

I felt a pang of partiality as I had to take care of my children as well.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“This is my thanks for bringing me back safely.”

Bias is a pain in the neck. As you live, you meet good people and have lucky days, but this is the first time I’ve met someone who was so kind to me.

After saying thank you several times, Pyeonjung headed home with both hands full of food. His steps quickened naturally as he thought the children would really enjoy it.

Biased may think that this relationship, which started as a coachman and his guest, ended when they reached their destination, but their relationship is not over yet.

Geommu-geuk, who was watching him leave, took out ten nyang from his bosom and looked down at him without saying a word.

* * *

Deokchul was nervous.

After three months as a trainee investigator at the Tongjeonso, he finally undertook his first official investigation.

‘Let’s do it well and get recognition.’

The investigator’s job was to go to the debtor’s address and verify that his parents or family were actually living there. This was more important than collecting the money, because if the family was held hostage, they would not be able to escape.

The closer he got to the address, the more nervous he became.

‘They say there’s a demonic cult headquarters in this area, so this really is a demonic den.’

I don’t know how many magic-breathing minions I’ve encountered on my way here.

I was scared, but I couldn’t back down. I had to do a good job on this project to become a full-fledged investigator.

Deokchul checked the address written on the paper and then walked again. He acted as naturally as possible. It was obvious that he would not be able to survive if he made a mistake in the Mind Realm, so he walked leisurely as if he were someone who often visited this place.

So Deokchul entered Magachon. As he passed by the author, peddlers were selling various items.

“There are lots of good items, come and take a look!”

Deok-chul couldn’t refuse the goatee peddler’s solicitation and was dragged away. He was afraid that if he said no, the retired mine would suddenly pop out, twisting his wicked-looking goatee and asking, “Do you know who I am?”

There were all sorts of things on the shelves, from dolls carved from the Heavenly Demon Spirit to items related to the Demon Lords. There was also the white mask of the evil Soma hanging there.

‘Those demon cult guys are really crazy. They’re selling all these things.’

The Cheonmahon doll was really scary. I thought that if I saw it while sleeping, it might start a fight. By the way, has the person who made this ever seen the Cheonmahon? If I think about it, there’s no way that someone who makes and sells dolls has seen it, right?

Next to it stood Palmazone dolls.

The first thing that caught my eye was the Kwonma doll. It was twice the size of other people, and its face was as impressive as the Cheonma spirit.

Goatbeard quickly explained.

“It’s Master Kwon. It’s really well made, with the exact same proportions.”

Your fist is the size of a person’s head. Is this real? Who do you think is stupid?

Deokchul put down the Kwonma doll and looked at the other doll next to him. It was a doll that caught his eye because its appearance was so different from Kwonma’s.

“He is the Poison King. Isn’t he really handsome? Look at those twelve poison sacs. Every single wrinkle is so meticulously made.”

Although Goatbeard introduced himself while spitting out saliva, Deokchul was secretly suspicious.

‘The Poison King is this young and handsome? Even though I’ve never seen him in person, is it okay for him to commit fraud like this?’

How about the Ilhwageomjon doll? She was wearing pure white clothing and exuding the beauty of a middle-aged woman. How could Deokchul, who didn’t even know that Geomjon was a woman, believe that she was Geomjon?

‘These are just made.’

The doll that decisively added fuel to the fire of distrust was the Mabul doll. It was about half the size of the other dolls and was shining golden.

‘I cut it in half to reduce the cost.’

Besides, how can such a golden color come from the human body?

This time, Deokchul took out the Bloody Heavenly Sword, which he had been holding with his sharp eyes, and pulled out the Myulcheon Daedo on his back. Oh, this is cool.

When I saw the extremely evil Soma doll with its arms crossed and wearing a white mask, my heart felt cold, and I tried putting the mask on my face for no reason.

There were also some cool things like the Sehonmazon doll controlling the puppets and the drunken horse doll lying on a rock drinking alcohol. They were all made to order.

“If you buy all the Palmazons at once, I’ll give you a 30% discount.”

“I’ll buy it next time.”

He was about to leave when the goatee stopped him. He had already noticed that Deokchul was a newcomer from out of town.

The goatee’s eyes were saying this. You’re just going to leave after seeing all this? You even pulled out the Destruction Sword and didn’t buy it? You even wore a mask? Really?

Deokchul picked up the Hyeolcheon Doma doll with the feeling that he had to buy something.

“I will buy this.”

Only then did the goatee smile brightly.

It was at that very moment that Deokchul turned around and bought the Hyeolcheon Doma doll.

A golden light walked towards me from in front of me.

Deokchul tightly closed his eyes and opened them again. He wasn’t hallucinating. Mabul was really walking towards him.

Deokchul looked at the doll on the stall again.

‘It’s the same!’

As Mabul walked over, he glanced at Deokchul. The blood claw doll in Deokchul’s hand was trembling.

‘Should I have bought a Mabul doll?’

My heart was pounding. Surely she wouldn’t kill me for buying another doll?

Then a voice was heard from the other side.

“welcome.”

When Deokchul turned around, a young man was standing there.

He was none other than the Grand Duke Geommuyang.

“Your Highness.”

Deokchul held his breath.

‘Archangel? Could it be that I am standing right now in the place where the Archduke of the Heavenly Demon Sect and Ma-bul are meeting?’

The black sheep said to Mabul.

“Last time, you bought it, so I’ll buy the drinks today.”

“great.”

Mabul walked away with a bright smile. Rather, the relationship between the two had gotten better after Geommugeuk became the leader of the cult.

Mabul protected Geommuyang, who failed to become a cult leader, until the end. The two began a new friendship after being freed from power.

As Ma-bul passed by Deok-chul, he glanced at him. Before he knew it, Deok-chul was holding the Ma-bul doll that Goatbeard had been holding tightly in his hand.

Deokchul, who had even bought a doll like that, quickly escaped from there.

You’re hanging around the Demonic Cult. You’re a beggar who wants to die. Okay, let’s check it out quickly and go back.

“After passing Magachon, walk five hundred paces west and turn the corner of Dolsan… … .”

Deokchul’s mouth dropped open when he arrived there. He checked the paper he was holding again.

‘It’s definitely here?’

Deokchul raised his head and looked at the scene unfolding before his eyes.

The magnificent buildings stretched out endlessly, and there were huge statues of demons standing tall. It was the main temple of the Cheonmasin Church. It was his first time here. He checked the address written on the paper again, but it was still here.

‘This is crazy!’

What kind of crazy person borrows money and then puts their address here?

‘Ah! No. Are you working for the Demonic Cult headquarters?’

Well then, I have to go and check if the person listed here is there.

Go to the main gate and ask, “Does someone named Geum Woo-jin live here?” Then, what if he says, “How many people live here? Why are you asking such a thing?” and cuts off his head in one stroke?

‘Oh, what should I do? It’s my first official mission!’

As Deokchul was thinking with his head wrapped around his neck under the huge wall of the Cheonmasingyo, two people were walking towards him from afar.

‘If they seem like a nice person, let’s ask them.’

But he was someone he could never ask.

The two people were Kwon Ma and Ian, who had just returned to the main office.

As the huge body approached, Deokchul could tell that the man looked familiar. Where had he seen that big guy? At that moment, he remembered the doll that the peddler was selling. The doll with a fist the size of his head.

‘Every single volume!’

He was so surprised that he stepped aside and lowered his head. The two continued to talk as they walked.

“father.”

“Why are you doing that?”

Those two are father and daughter? No way! Oh! They were kidnapped. You damn mine.

“I just called.”

“It’s a bit bland.”

“father!”

“Stop playing around!”

I don’t think that scary guy is calling me because he really likes me. Is he perhaps asking me for help?

I’m sorry, young lady! There aren’t many people in the entire martial arts world who can save you from Kwonma!

I raised my head absentmindedly to look at the woman one more time, and my eyes met with Kwonma’s.

It was truly the first time I had ever seen such a scary face. My stomach lurched and the hairs on my body stood on end.

The scary dolls sold by the peddlers did not portray the real Kwon Ma properly. The real thing was much scarier than the dolls.

The dolls he is holding in his hands are the Bloody Sword and the Demonic Claw Dolls.

‘I should have bought a Kwon Ma doll!’

Meanwhile, two people passed by in front of Deokchul.

As Deokchul turned around, sighing in relief, an old man holding a huge sword walked towards him.

Deokchul looked at him and then back at the doll in his hand. It was the same.

‘Blood chopping board?’

Deokchul really felt like screaming.

Hyeolcheon Doma looked at Deokchul with sharp eyes and then suddenly said.

“What are you doing there?”

Deokchul was startled by Hyeolcheon Doma’s question.

He never expected that the Blood Heavenly Demon would speak to him. Deokchul hesitated, not knowing what to say, and then lifted the Blood Heavenly Demon doll he was holding forward.

‘Please save me! I bought that doll too.’

Then a voice was heard from above.

“I’m waiting for my drinking buddy to come back.”

When he looked back, he saw a man sitting on top of a high wall, drinking alcohol. Deokchul could tell that it was not him who was speaking, but the man on top of the wall.

The man on the roof was drunk.

“I came running when I heard that you two had returned, but the person I wanted to see didn’t come.”

The blood claws of the devil took another step.

“Don’t you know? You’re the kind of guy who gets involved in all kinds of worldly affairs.”

Then, Chwima looked far away to where Hyeoncheon Doma had walked from.

“You know, doesn’t that make you miss it more?”

“If you miss her so much, stop drinking and go look for her.”

In the past, I would have told him to stop being a drunkard, but as the three of them spent more time together with Ilhwageomjon, Hyeolcheondoma became more lenient towards Chwima.

Bloody Heavenly Horse walked towards the main gate of Cheonmasingyo, and Chwima drank his alcohol again.

Deokchul didn’t know how he got out of there. He ran and ran until he found a random tavern in Magachon.

“Please give me some alcohol.”

As soon as he sat down, he ordered a drink. He was thirsty and his legs were shaking. But he couldn’t just leave. If he went back without even checking his first official mission, his training period could be extended.

The person who brought the alcohol was Jo Chun-bae. The bar he ran into was Pungryu Bar.

He spoke softly as he handed me the drink.

“I accepted your invitation because it seemed urgent, but since we have an important guest here, you must drink quietly.”

Deokchul drank his alcohol in gulps. He was a guest and a servant, but he had to live for himself first. He was so excited that he thought he would die.

As Jo Chun-bae was about to turn around and leave, Deok-chul asked.

“Master, do you know where a man named Geum Woo-jin lives around here?”

For a moment, silence flowed through the tavern.

Everyone’s eyes turned to Deokchul and then back to the second floor of the bar. There, a man was drinking with his back turned.

Deokchul quickly asked about the reactions of those around him.

“Is that the person?”

Jo Chun-bae said in a trembling voice.

“That’s true, but… … he’s probably not the person you’re looking for.”

“Everyone says no.”

It was something I didn’t see or hear every day during my training period. I don’t know that person. He’s not my child. We’ve lost contact for a long time. What do you mean, “no?”

Without even a moment to say anything, Deokchul rushed up to this floor.

‘There is no law that says you have to die.’

To think I’d meet Geom Woo-jin here.

‘It is heaven’s will for me to become a formal investigator!’

Deokchul handed a piece of paper to Geumwoojin, who was drinking alone on this floor, and asked him.

“Do you live at this address?”