Absolute Regression Chapter 611

Episode 611. Aren’t they making more money than us?

A few days passed like that.
Geommu-geuk was busy with his temporary leader’s work. In the past, after work, he would go to a bar to drink and meet the demons to have fun.

This time, it wasn’t like that. I couldn’t play when I thought about how much harder my father had worked than I had thought, how much he had worried. The work he had been given was also very important.

And finally today!

“What’s the next agenda?”
“None.”

When Geommu-geuk raised his head, Sima Ming was looking at him with a surprised expression.

“You finished all the work on time.”

I knew the little cult leader was a smart person, but I didn’t know he would adapt to work so quickly. It wasn’t just that he was smart. He was able to see through people’s minds and had a clear understanding of how the organization worked.

‘I guess blood is thicker than water.’

The deep insight of the cult leader made him feel like he was working with the leader.
Up until now, Sima Ming had mainly seen the results of the cult leader’s work. But now he personally felt how the results came about.

“You are amazing.”
“It’s not because I am amazing, but it’s because I have the will to get rid of this annoying thing as soon as possible.”
“You handled it very well considering that. See you tomorrow.”

Sima Ming was about to turn around and leave after gathering his documents.

“I have a question for you.”
“Please tell me.”
“Do the Amazons know that I’ve returned?”
“Not only them, but all the members of the church know.”

Then, Geommugeuk couldn’t hold it in any longer and shouted.

“But not a single person comes? This is too much!”

When I finished work and went out, I expected to see Blood Heavenly Demon drinking alcohol at the entrance of Cheonmajeon with his long sword stuck in.
I expected to see the evil Soma standing on the giant demon statue and looking down at me and laughing. I
thought he would come here to tease me like this, smelling of alcohol and asking me if my work was hard or if this hyung would help me.

“No one is coming!”

Sima Ming comforted Jianwu Jie in a good tone.

“They are people who would not come unless the leader called them. They are people who are far removed from the Cheonmajeon.”
“Of course, it is because my father is having a hard time. How can my father and I be the same?”

Then Sima Ming asked meaningfully.

“Is it different?”

Geommu-geuk asked Sima Ming with a surprised face.

“Then is it the same? Aren’t I much more comfortable than my father?”

Surprisingly, Sima Ming thought the opposite.

“Wouldn’t it be more difficult for the Amazons to deal with the minor cult leaders than with the leader?”
“Me?”

Geommu-geuk looked beyond surprised to be shocked.
It was something he had never thought of. Of course, he thought it was a joke, but judging from his serious expression, it seemed like he was being sincere.

“Didn’t you see the day I returned to school? Kwon Ma-nim and Ilhwa Geom-jon-nim left without listening to what I had to say. I’m probably the easiest leader in the history of our school. So you’re saying I’m difficult?”

Sima Ming did not agree with Jianwu Jie’s words.

“I think I find it more difficult.”
“You joke around and prank so much?”

The Amazons think I’m more difficult than my father? No way!
Then I asked with a doubtful mind.

“How are you, sir?”

Instead of answering, Sima Ming gave an incomprehensible smile, bowed politely, and turned around.

“See you tomorrow.”
“No, you have to answer before you go!”

But Sima Ming left just like that.

“You say I’m having a hard time while ignoring me like this?”

The only remaining swordsman spoke to the empty space.

“Jeokyeon, what do you think? Do you find me difficult too?”

Then an answer came from the air.

“……It is difficult, but not as difficult as the leader.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Yes.”

But why did that smart Sima Ming say something like that?
Geommu-geuk, who had been guarding his position for a while, suddenly stood up from the throne.

“Where are you going?”
“I have to make sure it’s true.”
“Which Amazon are you going to?”

I thought you’d naturally go to someone in Amazon.

“I’m not going to Amazon.”
“Huh?”

Geommugeuk said as he strode briskly along the bloody path.

“There is someone who will tell me the truth without worrying about what I think.”

There were about a dozen boxes lined up on the floor.
Each box contained at least three or four different secret weapons, and at most more than a dozen.
The person walking in front of them was Geommuyang, the older brother of Geommu-geuk.

“Are these?”
“Yes, these are the forged memory devices that were collected this time.”

The Geommuyang was in charge of several important tasks, one of which was managing the weapons produced in the iron shop.
The main task was to send the weapons produced in the iron shop to each regional branch and branch office.
However, a new task had arisen recently that required attention.
That was to identify the counterfeit weapons being produced throughout the Central Plains.

Many weapons made by the Cheonmasingyo were counterfeited and sold on the black market in the martial arts world.

Among the forged weapons, the most numerous were by far the dark weapons.
In particular, the various dark weapons that were fired using a launcher were the main target of forgery. This was because they were sold at high prices.

The mere fact that they were secret weapons used by the Mines gave these fakes value. Many people sought out the secret weapons of the Cheonmasingyo, even though they could be accused of being Mines if they had them.

And recently, the number of counterfeit passwords has increased significantly.

Geommuyang took a weapon from the first box. It was a cylindrical weapon.

“It’s a killing net.”

While listening to his subordinate’s explanation, Geommuyang fired it at the wall.

Phew!

Originally, it was a dark weapon that flew in dozens of bullets like a net and swept the front.
However, only about a dozen bullets flew and got stuck in the wall.

“It’s crude.”

Originally, the counterfeit devices were made crudely like this. If they had the technology to make the same thing, they wouldn’t have made and sold these counterfeit devices in the first place.

But as the days passed, fairly realistic imitations were created.

“It is mainly distributed in Honam, and we are trying to find the manufacturer.”

Even though they knew that if they were caught they would die, fakes continued to come out because it was a big money business.
Judging from the amount of products released in the Central Plains, it was clear that they were not being made by individuals but by an organization.

“The next one is from Hubei.”
Geommuyang lifted the secret weapon from the next box and fired it at the wall.

Swish!
Paaaaak!

“This one is more powerful than the one we recovered last time. Did you improve it in the meantime?”
“It seems so. Their technology is improving all the time.”

When Geommuyang heard the secret code in the next box, the subordinate who was explaining the secret code bowed his head to someone and greeted them politely.
Geommugeuk was walking towards that place.

“If you fire that here, it won’t be an assassination attempt on the leader, but an assassination attempt on the temporary leader. The crime will be twice as serious, right?”

Of course, Geommuyang responded to those words.

Shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh!
Papapapapapak!

The flying magic weapon was stuck in the wall next to where Geommugeuk was walking. Yeah, this is how it should be, hyung.

“It’s been a while, me too, hyung.”

The subordinates next to the two people stepped away from them.
Geommugeuk looked at the hidden weapon embedded in the wall and said.

“Are you testing the power of the secret weapons?”
“These are counterfeit secret weapons modeled after the secret weapons of our school.”

Geommuyang threw what he was holding at Geommu-geuk.
Geommu-geuk took a look at the hidden weapon he had caught.

“Fake? It looks pretty good.”
“They’re getting more sophisticated by the day.”
“How much do you sell these for?”
“They say they cost from tens to hundreds of nyang.”

Then the sword dance suddenly shouted.

“Aren’t these guys making more money than us?”

The corners of Geommuyang’s mouth slightly rose at Geommu’s joke. He bent down and asked while holding the secret key from the next box.

“What is happening here?”

Although his tone was still blunt, Geommugeuk could tell that the gaze he was looking at was softer than before.

“I came to see my brother.”
“Why?”
“Because I missed you.”

The black sheep snorted and aimed his sword again.

“Get out of the way, I’m busy.”
“Are you as busy as I am?”

Geommugeuk sighed and said.

“If I had known there would be this much work to do, I wouldn’t have fought with my brother for the successor. I would have given up this position to the guy I hated the most. Ah, then it would have been my brother.”

At those words, Geommuyang finally chuckled.

Thud thud thud thud thud!
Bang bang bang bang bang!

The dark magic flew again and grazed Geommugeuk’s shoulder and stuck in the wall.

“Stop, stop! Stop pretending to be busy and talk to me.”

The swordsman blocked the wall in front of him and waved his hands left and right.

“What are you talking about?”
“My father has closed down, and my younger brother, whom I haven’t seen in a long time, has become the temporary leader. In this situation, if you have nothing to say, why do you keep your mouth shut?”

The black sheep picked up the secret weapon from the next box.

“My father came to see me the day before he was to close.”
“What did he say?”

But the sword dance gave a look of anticipation.

“He told me to keep a close eye on things whether or not there was an accident.”

The sword dance raised its voice.

“You did the same to your brother? Father, you are going too far! What on earth do you think of this son?”

The resentment of the sword dance changed direction.

“If I had heard that, I should have come to my brother and helped him.”
“As you can see, I have a lot of work to do.”

In fact, Geommuyang had gone to see Sima Ming.
He had wanted to see if there was anything he could do to help Geommu-geuk, but upon hearing that Geommu-geuk was adapting to work differently each day, he simply returned. He thought that not helping would actually be more helpful to his younger brother.

How could Geommuyang not know? If his father had really worried that Geommu-geuk would cause trouble, he would not have made him his successor in the first place. This is a lesson for successors.
His father came to him not because of Geommu-geuk, but for himself. He felt sorry for his eldest son.

‘Father, I’m okay.’

Geommu-geuk understood his father better because he became his successor, and Geommu-yang understood his father better because he did not become his successor.

“What are you helping me with because it’s pretty?”
“Everyone is going too far.”
“Everyone?”
“I heard something ridiculous from General Sima today. He said that the demon lords would have a harder time with me than with my father.”

The blacksmith let out a soft moan.

“What kind of reaction is that?”

Geommugeuk asked with an expression that said, “No way.”

“You don’t think so either,
do you?” “I’m the one who finds you funny.”
“Right? That’s the right reaction.”

At that moment, Geommuyang said something unexpected.

“But if it’s the Amazons, it might be more difficult for you.”

Geommugeuk was surprised and asked his brother back.

“The Amazons think I’m harder to deal with than my father? Are you serious?”

The black sheep nodded.

“Because you stir people’s hearts and grab them by the collar. I want to stay still, but when I’m with you, I have to be dragged out onto the stage.”

It was a sword dance performance watched by Geommuyang.

“Because when I’m with you, I feel like I have to do something well.”

Geommuyang thought that the demons were no different from him.
Of course, it was more difficult for him than his father. He really wanted to look good to his father, and his feelings haven’t changed much even now.

But to the Amazons, both their father and their younger brother are strangers, and it must be clear that they see the two of them differently.

“Your father is predictable, but you are unpredictable.”

Geommuyang aimed the dark weapon he was holding at Geommugeuk.

“I’ve said everything, so get out of the way now.”

The sword dance that had been blocking the wall expressed its gratitude.

“Thank you. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have heard these words from the Ma-Zones. Don’t you know how precious you are to me? I’ll go to Magachon and make sure to make a doll of you too. Of course, it won’t be as cool as my doll, but……”
“Oh my, just hit me!”

Aaaa
…

A scream of “Eww!” erupted from the sword dance.
The sword dance girl who had fired the secret weapon was startled.

The missile I just fired flew with great force.

“are you okay?”

At Geommuyang’s shout, Geommu-geuk, who had been leaning against the wall, slid down and sat down.

“Oh my, I’m surprised.”

A needle was stuck above his head. He dodged it just barely. The distance was close and the power was so great that if it weren’t for the sword dance, he would have been hit. The sword dance that shot him was really more surprised.

“You planned to kill me properly!”

Geommuyang looked down at the weapon he was holding with a blank expression. He was so engrossed in his conversation with his younger brother that he didn’t even look at it and just fired it. No, even if he had, it would have been the same. There was no way his younger brother would have been hit by the fake weapon.

Advance.

It was one of the secret weapons representing the Cheonmasingyo.
It was powerful enough to penetrate shields and armor, so it was difficult to block unless you were a skilled expert.

The Murim Alliance designated Jin-Gyeok as one of the Ten Golden Dragon Skills, not only because of its powerful power, but also because Jin-Gyeok’s needle was imbued with extreme poison.

Therefore, even in the Cheonmasingyo, they were extremely cautious about using the advance. Since poison and secret weapons were the biggest sources of conflict in the martial arts world, advance was prohibited even within the Cheonmasingyo unless there was a war situation.

Cheeeeeeek.

The poison was so strong that it bubbled and melted away from the walls. A bluish light enveloped the exposed needle.

“It’s even poisoned? Is this real?”
“That can’t be true.”

Geommuyang shook his head with a serious expression.
As it was the teenage golden dragon machine, the advance was strictly controlled.
Geommugeuk walked towards Geommuyang.

“It’s fake, but it has this much power?”

The sword dance was advanced by the sword dance troupe and examined. It was too elaborately made to be fake.

“Instead of finding and killing the person who created this, shouldn’t we hire them?”