Absolute Regression Chapter 680

Episode 680: Putting the sword down in your hands

When Geommuyang entered the iron room, he saw Gwak Yeong in the distance.
She was carrying iron ingots on a handcart.
Geommuyang did not go to her but walked straight to where Gwak was working.
Gwak, who was checking the weapons he had made, greeted Geommuyang.

“I’m glad you came back safely.”

The blacksmith also bowed politely.

“Thank you for your concern. I had a good trip. How have you been?”

Then, Master Kwak shook his head with a strange smile.

“No, thanks to your highness, I had some worries.”

Geommuyang could guess what those words meant. They must have been referring to Gwak Yeong.

Geommuyang relayed the facts in the letter he had sent to Master Kwak.
The fact that Kwak Yeong was the master of the Murim Alliance’s iron room, and that she had created a fake secret weapon to save her younger brother.
He told him to see for himself and decide whether to accept her into the iron room of his school. He also told him that he was only sending her because he felt sorry for her skills, and that it had nothing to do with him, so he should decide for himself.

He had no intention of exerting any further influence beyond introducing her to the Iron Fang. All authority here was held by Master Kwak, and Geommuyang respected that.

“I already knew the rumors about that woman.”

How could he not know? The youngest person to become the master of the Moorim Alliance’s Iron Fist. And that too in the body of a woman.
Master Kwak said something unexpected.

“The Kwak clan is skilled in handling iron.”
“By any chance?”
“Yes, that’s right. I checked and found out that she is also a descendant of the Kwak family iron clan.”

Guo Jia Iron Gate.

At one time, it was known that the family had the best skills in making weapons in the Central Plains.
However, one day, the brothers of the Iron Gate fought each other with swords and were scattered. It only took half a day for a great family to fall.

The reason why Gwak Yeong was able to become a master of the Moorim Alliance’s iron fist at a young age was because he inherited the excellent bloodline of Gwak Ga-cheol-mun.

Craftsman Kwak’s name is Kwak In (郭刃).

He was also a descendant of the Gwak Jia-cheol clan, so strictly speaking, he was a relative of Gwak Yeong.

“That’s why I was more worried. I would have accepted it right away, but I was worried that it would seem like I was accepting it because we were from the same family.”

Originally, Gwak was a craftsman with a strong personality.

“But you accepted it.”

When Master Kwak first saw the fake progress, he was truly impressed. Even if they made it themselves, he would believe it. Furthermore, when he found out that it was made in a renovated warehouse rather than a regular ironworks and by people who were not proper ironworks technicians, he couldn’t refuse her. Of course, that didn’t mean he could immediately give her an important job.

“I told him to start from the bottom like someone who just entered the iron room. After all, if you want to adapt here, you have to prove your abilities.”

It was impossible to know how long it would take.
Master Kwak’s gaze turned to Kwak Yeong, who was moving iron in the distance.

“That child must have lived his life thinking that he was already a completed sword. But when he melts himself down again and starts from the molten metal, I wonder what kind of sword he will become.”

Geommuyang looked at her, her face flushed and sweating profusely, doing chores.
After staring at her for a moment, Geommuyang said goodbye to Master Kwak.

“Then I will take my leave now.”

After exchanging greetings with Master Kwak, Geommuyang walked out of the iron room.
He didn’t go to see her on purpose. He thought that pretending to know her in front of everyone wouldn’t be helpful to her.

Kwak Yeong also knew that Geommuyang had come, but he didn’t look at him. He wanted to run over and thank him. Thank you for allowing him to enter the iron room. But he didn’t.

The person I need to become close with right now is not Geommuyang, not Jang In-gang, not my senior, not my colleague.
The only person I need to become close with is this person right in front of me.

steel.

How familiar you become with this will determine your relationships with the rest of the people.

‘I will keep the promise I made to you after I marry this iron. Oh, I guess it will be a remarriage.’

* * *

“Elder!”

The sword dance that came out of the evil song ran straight to the residence of the bloodthirsty demon.

When I opened the door and came in, Blood Heavenly Doma was practicing martial arts in the yard.
The training of the demon lords had spread like a fad.
Blood Heavenly Doma was actually at the forefront of that fad. He had started practicing martial arts again quite a while ago.

And recently, with the closing ceremony of the Geomwoojin, each of the Mazones felt a sense of mission. They had a goal that they had to overcome the wall blocking their path.

The martial arts that Blood Heavenly Demon was currently displaying was the Heavenly Destruction Demon Style.

The third form is the bloody wind of destruction.

Whoaaaaah!

The rough pottery extending from the island swirled and flew away. Since this extremely dangerous martial art was performed in the yard, it was certain that the surrounding area would be reduced to ashes.

Just as the potters were about to blow away the wall.

Ss …

As if on cue, the pottery disappeared right in front of the wall.

Looking at that, Geommu-geuk could tell that the Blood Heavenly Demon was only using the Heavenly Demonic Style within a certain area.
Just as it was harder to walk slowly into the air than to fly quickly, using martial arts within these restrictions was a much higher level than turning a wall into dust and destroying the building behind it.

‘Even the elders have reached new heights!’

Bloodthirsty Demon swung his sword of destruction again. This time, his target was Geommu-geuk.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

A wave of powerful energy surged towards the swordmaster standing in front of the door.

Mythical Demonic Style, Mythical Blue.

The sword dance did not avoid that terrifying attack.
A life-or-death moment!

Ssssssssut.

As before, the wave of flying pottery disappeared like a lie in front of Geommugeuk’s face.

Bloodthirsty Demon shouted at Geommugeuk.

“Do you want to die? You’re not even raising your self-defense weapon!”

It was only later that he realized that the sword dance was standing there defenseless.

“I trusted you.”
“But what if I make a mistake?”
“I’ll appear in your dreams every day as a vengeful spirit. Saying, ‘Give me back my handsome face!’”

Bloodthirsty Demon shook his head with an expression that said he couldn’t stop it. He could bear that, but he couldn’t bear feeling sorry towards the cult leader.

“I wanted to see you!”

As Geommu-geuk ran to hug him, Hyeolcheon Doma blocked the way to Myeolcheondaedo.

“You stink of sweat. Get out of here!”
“Your sweat smells better than elixir.”
“Stop frowning and say it.”

At those words, Geommu-geuk burst into laughter. When he saw Hyeolcheon Doma, he felt at ease. There was a comfort that only he could give.

“I’ll go wash up.”
“I told you I’m okay.”
“I’m not okay.”

If you ask who among the Palmazones is the cleanest, Geommu-geuk will firmly answer that it is Hyeolcheon Doma. You can tell that just by looking at his bed, which is always clean. He seems like a person who is far from being clean.

At that moment, something caught Geommu-geuk’s eye. The flowers and plants he had never seen before planted in the corner of the yard were growing, evidence that he was getting along well with Ilhwa Geomjon.

How long had he been crouching like that, looking at the grass and flowers?
He heard Hyeolcheon Doma’s words from behind.

“Does the leader like it?”

I could tell he was asking about the hunting trip he had with his father and older brother.

Yes, perhaps the person who knows the father’s heart best is this Hyeoncheon Doma.

Geommugeuk stood up from his seat, turned towards Hyeolcheondoma and spoke.

“Oh my, you only favor the eldest son. I cried myself to sleep every day.”

Bloodthirsty Horse made an expression as if to say, “Maybe you did that.”

“That mouth wouldn’t have rested there either.”
“It couldn’t have rested. I told you, this was a big deal.”

Bloodthirsty Demon said with a faint smile.

“Well done.”

It was just a few words, but they were words filled with Hyeoncheon Doma’s sincerity. They weren’t words for Geommu Geuk himself or for his brother. They were words for his father. He said he had done well for the sake of the cult leader.

“Next time, let’s go together, old man.”
“Why should I go there?”
“So that you can take care of me against my father who only favors the eldest son.
” “If that’s the case, then you should take a drunkard or a masked
man with you.” “A drunkard will only take my brother’s side because he flatters my father. My father won’t
take a masked man.” “Then take your fist-pushy master.”
“You know? My master will only take my father’s side. You are the only one who can wipe away my tears!”

Bloodthirsty Demon laughed as if it was fun.
Geommugeuk continued this good atmosphere with a better story.

“Do you know that? This time, you saved me in Infinity too.”
“Me? I didn’t even get close to Infinity?”

Let’s look at Hyeolcheondoma with a look that says, “What kind of prank are you trying to play again?”

“Thanks to you, I started to like books, right?”

When I gave up on finding the beads to absorb in the Murim report and was about to just leave,
if I hadn’t decided to read a book at the last minute, I would never have gotten the Hwangjeong.

“The thought that I had to read books changed my fate. Thank you.”

Geommu-geuk bowed his head and expressed his gratitude.
Hyeolcheon Doma stared at him silently and then spoke calmly.

“If you want to defeat others, you must never let go of the sword. But if you want to defeat yourself…….”

No one would believe that the advice that Hyeolcheon Doma gave to the next Cheonma was followed by words.

“Put the sword in your hand, but don’t put the book down.”

* * *

As he climbed up the stairs, Chwima’s gaze turned toward the lake.
Where his gaze rested, a corpse was floating away.

A corpse in your own home?

It was surprising, but Chwima was not surprised at all.
He walked across the lake and approached the corpse.
Chwima, who was lying face down and looking down at the floating corpse, asked indifferently.

“Is this a new way to say sorry?”

Then, as if it had been waiting, the corpse turned over.
The person floating on the lake was Geommugeuk.

“It’s been a while, hyung.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was trying to surprise you, hyung. I didn’t realize you had lost your innocence to this extent.”
“It’s not a matter of innocence, it’s a matter of conscience.”

Chwima had something to say.
The last time when Geommu-geuk left the sect and returned to become the temporary leader, he hadn’t seen Chwima. So it had been a really long time since he had seen him. He had always been upset because he came later than the other demons.

“Brother, how long has it been since we last met?”

Chwima, who had been quietly looking down at the sword dance, spoke respectfully.

“When my father passed away after becoming a stone, he spoke of the Little Leader. Although he was the most cruel of all the demons, my father still loved the Little Leader the most.”

It was a sword dance that could not just ignore the joke of the drunkard.

“You take after your father. You’re so handsome and aura-like. You can take after him in everything except his personality and his eyesight!”

After shaking his head once, Chwima flew towards Chwimongru again. His walking on water was so gentle and graceful. Geommu-geuk shouted at him.

“Even so, it’s not like we didn’t see it to that extent!”

Geommugeuk lay down on the lake again and looked up at the sky.

“Ah, great. The sky seen from here is the most beautiful.”

It felt good to be floating on the lake of Chwimungru after such a long time.
After fully enjoying the excitement of returning after such a long time, Geommugeuk went up to Chwimungru.

Chwima poured alcohol into the Ice Palace Holy Grail.

“What happened?”
“It went well.”

I explained everything that happened in Infinite to Chwima. I told it to the evil Soma before we parted ways, and I told it to the Blood Heavenly Demon.
It’s been like that since long ago. I told the Mazones everything about the forces behind the scenes. I wasn’t fighting alone, I was fighting with them.

After hearing the whole story, Chwima refilled Geommugeuk’s glass.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Geommugeuk tilted his head at Chwima’s calm reaction.

“Something seems different today, hyung.”
“Me?”
“Somehow you look calmer?”

I could have played more pranks. But I’m not the type of person to really get mad and do this. I tease him for being petty, but I know he’s a bigger person than anyone else.

The problem was that today’s change was a calmness that felt worrisome.

“Is it because of you, young lady?”

I already knew that Chwima and Samdae drunkard Yeobin were affectionate towards each other. I wondered if something had happened between the two of them while I wasn’t seeing them.
I didn’t feel any problem with the girl I was guiding earlier.

After emptying the glass he was holding, Chwima stood up.

“Follow me.”

Chwima took Geommu-geuk and headed somewhere.
The two flew through the air and landed on the lakeside opposite the entrance.
Chwima took Geommu-geuk and entered Daechurim.
Deep inside the forest, a cycle spread out like fog.

Absolute prohibition on drinking in Daechurim.

It was a place that even the most skilled players could not easily pass through, as it was a cycle that could not be discharged through internal energy.

As the horse walked, the cycle made a path as if it were alive. There was a brewery in a place that only the horse could go. It was the very place that the horse had followed before.

The man who came inside spoke with an expression of incomprehension.

“The things that happened went well, the cult leader came out of the closed temple, and the demons are getting stronger. Everything is going well.”

Chwima’s footsteps stopped. His gaze turned to the large glass placed in the middle of the place. Therein lay the reason Chwima’s mood had sunk.

“Why did the newly bottled wine go bad again?”