Absolute Regression Chapter 343

Absolute Return Episode 343

Episode 343 Today is the 15th day of the Apostolic Age.

The gazes looking at the stars were gathered in one place.

Visain and Jin Ha-gun looked at Geommu-geuk. Geommu-geuk was still looking up at the night sky with its clear and deep eyes.

The word friend sounded so unfamiliar. Was this person really talking about the word we know?

“Since when have we been friends?”

Visain asked bluntly.

Jin Ha-gun also waited for Geommu-geuk’s answer with the same feeling.

“Did you think I was the only one who was your friend?”

“Do you really think we can be friends?”

“I think it can be done.”

After a moment, Visain asked again.

“What if someone you thought was your friend betrays you?”

Have your neighborhood friends changed, have they betrayed you? In the midst of chaos, the three successors of Jeongsa-ma have become friends? That betrayal will be a betrayal that will have the lives of thousands, tens of thousands, at stake.

“Let’s think about it this way. Oh, we were enemies, right? Let’s not feel bad. Let’s not think of it as a betrayal.”

“Your sword will already be piercing my heart. Do you have time to think about that?”

Although he had a scary face and was speaking scary words, Bisain’s eyes were softer than ever. He was imagining a life where he became friends with Geommugeuk.

The sight of Geommugeuk, who had become Cheonma, himself, who had become the leader of the Apostles, and Jin Hagun, the leader of the martial arts world, meeting and laughing and talking. The sight of himself being dumbfounded by Geommugeuk’s teasing that had not changed even after he had grey hair.

But just as ideals and reality are different, words that were different from what he had in mind also came out of his mouth.

“If rumors spread that you’ve become friends with the leader of the Demonic Cult, you’ll be kicked out of your position as leader.”

Then Jin Ha-gun also joined the conversation.

“What about me? Becoming friends with the successor of the Demonic Cult and the successor of the Apostolic Alliance? Far from becoming the successor, I might even be beaten to death by my grandfather.”

Geommugeuk looked at Jin Hagun.

“Come to think of it, Jin Daejoo hasn’t become the successor yet. Let’s help him become the successor.”

Then Jin Ha-gun said with a serious expression.

“You can’t become the leader just because you help me. I can only become the leader when I have the qualities and the courage to become the leader.”

There was a sense of pride that it was not easy to decide on a successor to the ruling party.

“As expected, you are drawing a line between us.”

The sword dance acted as if it was friendly, sticking close to the visa sign.

However, Visain avoided the sword dance by taking a step to the side.

“You’re so unloving!”

Now the three stood facing each other in a circle.

Jin Ha-gun asked Geommu-geuk.

“What kind of martial arts world do you dream of?”

It was a question that Visain also wanted to ask.

Again, Geommugeuk’s gaze turned to the stars in the night sky.

“The martial arts world I dream of is one where your degree, your apostles, and my magic come together well. I don’t think that fate gave us this status and gave us martial arts skills that would shock the world, so that we could sacrifice countless people and dream of unifying the martial arts world.”

A relationship of trust between each other is only possible if there is confidence that neither of them dreams of unification of the martial arts world.

“I wasn’t close to my father, and I wasn’t close to my brother. I lived without knowing the heart of a bodyguard who would sacrifice his life for me. That’s why you always ask me. If you can’t even take care of those around you, what on earth are you planning to do by unifying the martial arts world?”

Geommugeuk’s gaze, which had been looking at the stars, turned back to the two people.

“I think it’s harder to become friends with you guys than with the whole Murim community.”

Although he said it as a joke, it was a sincere remark from the swordsman.

“The easiest thing for humans to do is to fight and kill each other. So instead of this easy life, let’s take on a more difficult challenge. Let’s become real friends.”

“!”

Bisain and Jinhagun have never thought of this. Geommugeuk is right. Becoming a true friend is a hundred times harder than fighting.

“There are too many evils in the world that must be killed. There are absolute evils that cannot be killed unless we are. Look, aren’t there even evils that try to eat us? Let’s live by defeating them. We get together and drink, and we can talk bad about our subordinates. We can travel together. That’s the kind of martial arts world I want.”

Could that really be possible?

Visain blurted it out without realizing it.

“It’s like a dream.”

“Then let’s live our whole lives dreaming.”

It was at that very moment that Visain and Jinhagun were lost in their own thoughts.

A meteor fell across the night sky.

The swordsman quickly clapped his hands and made a wish.

“Please unify the martial arts world!”

Jin Ha-gun shook his head with a look of disbelief, and Bisain smiled faintly.

They continued to stand under the pouring stars for a long time after that.

* * * Black Death Lord Qiu Hong looked out the window and hardened his expression.

“Now they’re openly spying on us.”

Across from the building he was in, he saw two drones looking this way.

They were masters from the Murim Alliance’s Demon Extermination Squad. They had been pressuring them for several months, and now they were openly monitoring them.

Chu-kwang was a man who broke the stereotype that large, choleric people were ignorant. He was quick-witted and had a knack for the last word.

He was ruthless and cruel in business and would do anything to eliminate his competitors.

Even so, he had no choice but to watch the guards across the street. Since the thorn in his eye was the name of the Extermination Squad, he couldn’t just pick them off as he pleased.

“What about Black Thirteen?”

“There is no news yet.”

The person who answered the Black Death Master’s question was his right-hand man, Song Chung.

There was no news from Heuksipsam, who had gone out to deliver the kidnapped children to the Hwangryongpyo Kingdom.

“It seems like I was attacked by the demon slayers.”

The Black Death Lord frowned. If it were really the Demon Slayer Corps, my teeth would chatter.

“I think I’ll have to ask the Apostolic Alliance for help.”

It wasn’t an easy decision. The Apostolic Alliance never helps without a price. If they were to receive help for this, they would have to give them a huge amount of money as sponsorship. The Apostolic Alliance already has a lot of money.

Then another subordinate came and delivered the message and left.

“This is a letter from the Apostolic Alliance.”

While they were talking about the Apostolic Alliance, this kind of message arrived, and the Black Death Lord and Song Chung were shocked.

After reading the contents, the Black Death Lord nervously crumpled up the letter and threw it at Song Chung.

“bouncer!”

Song Chung unfolded the crumpled letter and read it.

Surprisingly, it was a message from the leader of the Apostolic Alliance asking for a meeting, and it said that if they did not come out, the Black Death Sect would be eradicated from the martial arts world.

Song Chung first appeased the angry chieftain.

“It seems like the young one has become the successor and is very arrogant.”

The Black Death Lord’s body gushed with life energy. Normally, when he was this angry, corpses would pile up, but since he was the opponent, all that was left was anger.

“But why does So Myeong-ju suddenly want to see me?”

The telegram that had arrived only stated the time and place to meet with the horse, but did not contain any specific purpose. That made the Black Death Lord even more angry.

“Isn’t this your intention to maintain discipline?”

“We are not directly affiliated with the Apostolic Alliance, so what kind of discipline do we have?”

“When did the Apostolic Alliance ever discuss such things?”

Compared to the offended Black Death Lord, Song Chung saw this contact as an opportunity.

“If you invest in So Maeng-ju on this occasion, it will be easier for you to expand your business in the Central Plains in various ways in the future. And when we meet, please ask him to take care of the Myeolma-dae issue.”

Feeling bad is bad, and it should be. Business is business.

“This year’s harvest was a waste. In the end, it’s going to get taken care of somehow. How much will it cost?”

There was something he believed to be an immutable truth: the surest way to boil someone down was through money. If you fail, it’s because you don’t have enough money.

“I’m not a person who lacks money, so please give me something else?”

“something?”

“Please give me the Sun and Moon Sword.”

“it’s crazy?”

There was a reason to be angry. The Sun and Moon Sword was the most treasured sword he owned.

“Do you often get the chance to meet the Little Leader? Let’s make him one of our people this time.”

“What if I don’t get to the position of leader? Won’t I only know when I get to the position of Taesa?”

“So isn’t investing difficult?”

The Black Death Lord, after thinking about it for a moment, made a decision.

“Okay, I’ll give you the Sun and Moon Sword.”

The same goes for the Myeolma-dae issue. It’s a shame, but it was worth it. We give it to them and somehow get them all.

“Instead, I will take everyone from Heukil (黑一) to Heuksip (黑十). I will also call Heukya (黑夜) and Heukgyeon (黑犬).”

The cicada flinched.

“It’s too much.”

“It has to be excessive.”

“You know the nature of a black dog, right? You never know what kind of trouble he might cause. He’ll even go crazy in front of the leader of the Apostolic Alliance.”

“That’s why I’m taking you.”

The Black Death Lord did not give in on this part.

“Even when you give, you must not look like a fool. If you are alert to how dangerous this person is, the value of the gift you give will increase.”

Song Chong accepted the decision, knowing that once he made up his mind, he would never change his mind.

“Understood. I will do as you command. Shall we go now?”

The Black Death Lord rose from his seat.

“We have to go. If we don’t, they’ll erase us from the world of martial arts.”

* * * When they almost reached the appointed place, Geommugeuk ordered the carriage to stop.

And then he said to Jin Ha-gun.

“Let’s change clothes for today’s main character.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Isn’t today’s meeting the place where the leader of the Apostolic Alliance is teaching the Black Sword Sect? It’s not a place where the Demon Slayer Corps can be present. I’m saying that we should have the Demon Slayer Corps wait, and we should change into the uniforms of the Thirteen Apostolic Alliance.”

Jin Ha-gun wanted to go with Bisain and pressure them. He thought that if the leader of the Apostle Alliance and the leader of the Murim Alliance’s Demon Destruction were to warn them together, the effect would be doubled.

However, the sword dance was trying to increase his authority from the perspective of a non-sign.

“Okay, let’s do that.”

Jin Ha-gun readily accepted that opinion.

Visain felt the feelings that Geommugeuk had for him, but he pretended not to know and said nothing.

“Just give me two sets of clothes.”

Then the thirteen apostles gave extra clothes to the two men.

Geommugeuk said while changing clothes.

“Today, I will not be the Sado 13-rang, but the Sado 15-rang. Please accept the new recruits, Sisarang and Sisarang!”

In fact, it took a lot of courage for Jin Ha-gun to wear this outfit. He didn’t mind it himself, but if someone found fault with it, he could be severely criticized.

But, as I watched Geommugeuk change his pants, whining that his legs were long so the pants were too short and that the color didn’t suit him, I reflected on myself.

This is nothing. What really matters is who is inside the clothes. Was it a timid person who worries about nothing in the long run, or a big person who is considerate of others and willing to wear their clothes?

The fully clothed Geummu-geuk did not forget the last joke.

“You, are you going to love ten? Are you going to love fifteen?”

* * * The Black Death Lord arrived first and was waiting.

The elite of the Black Death stood around him.

In the martial arts world, the Black Death Corps was seen as a group of wild dogs. They were an organization that would come and prey on all kinds of vested interests, push through with numbers, and come out again no matter how many times they were killed.

But that’s only half of knowing the Black Death.

At least the Black Death Master was a tiger, not a dog. He was a smart tiger who knew that pretending to be a dog would allow him to survive for a long time.

From the Black Day to the Black Ten, they were tigers. If you leave those ten, you can become a wolf, a fox, or a dog. However, those who were loved by the Black Death Master were acknowledged masters.

Of course, the most solid one was Heukya.

In terms of martial arts skills alone, he was the second strongest person after the Black Death Master.

He was a quiet and reserved person, but he enjoyed killing, and he would deliberately get into fights that he didn’t have to, and enjoy creating a sea of blood.

The last one to appear was the black dog.

He was also the second person after the Black Death Lord. If Black Night was the second in terms of martial arts, Black Dog was the second in terms of bad temper.

He was a famous villain in the Black Death Group who committed all kinds of evil deeds, including murder, assault, and rape. He was in charge of things that no human could ever do.

“Brother, why on earth did you call us here?”

He was the one who called the Black Death Lord “big brother.” He had assisted the Black Death Lord since his youth, and was the only person who did not have a hard time with the Black Death Lord.

“The leader of the Apostolic Alliance contacted me to see me.”

“Why him?”

“I guess you’re saying that since I’m the successor, what’s missing?”

The black dog’s gaze turned to the long box placed next to the black lion. Looking at the moon and sun patterns drawn on the box, the black dog asked with an expression that suggested it was not true.

“Is this the Sun and Moon Sword?”

“right.”

“Are you going to give it to the minor lord?”

As the Black Dog Master nodded, the Black Dog shouted.

“No. Why would you give that precious sword to that guy? Give him some money and send him away.”

The black dog knew how much the Black Death Lord cherished this sword. He glared at Song Chung and said.

“That guy with the money must have told me to give it to him.”

The black dog hated Songchung. He was originally next to the Black Sword Master, but he was pushed out by Songchung.

Song Chung’s expression hardened.

‘This ignorant kid is already running wild.’

That’s why it was said that you shouldn’t call a black dog.

At that time, the two people were in a tense standoff.

“Here it comes.”

In the distance, a carriage and its escorting drones appeared.

The Black Death Lord spoke to his subordinates.

“I should at least let you know this. How dirty your hands have to get to erase us from the martial arts world.”