Absolute Regression Chapter 688

Episode 688: Just entering this room makes me lose my mind

“Father, did you call?”

An Hu-pyeong entered the main hall where Shinwha Bangju worked.

Anchor of Mythology, An Qingguang.

He was a truly groundbreaking figure who developed the Shinwhabang, a simple local sect, into a major sect known to everyone in Sado.

He was a very strong martial artist, and his personality was extraordinary. If someone harmed him, he would always take revenge, and he had the guts to not even blink an eye when a sword was pointed at his neck. He also had a stronger desire for success than anyone else.

There were two guests in the main hall, and An Hu-pyeong was startled when he saw who they were.

When talking about the myth of my father, there are two masters who are always mentioned. The two main characters who, along with my father, made today’s myth room possible.

The snake sword and the iron cold sword.

If they had not helped him as if they were his own, he would not have been able to grow Shinhwabang like this. That is why he treated them more preciously than his family.
And as long as his father’s ambitions continue, there will be no more Tosaguppeng.

These were two people whose faces it was difficult to see normally, but here they were in one place.

“I see you, elders.”

An Hu-pyeong greeted them politely.
The two masters nodded once and greeted him with only a glance. Of course, An Hu-pyeong was dissatisfied with that attitude.

‘No matter how young you are, you are still a firefighter.’

Since it’s been a while since I saw you, why don’t you at least ask how you’ve been?
It’s not that I hate them, it’s that I hate my father. Those two masters were originally heartless and evil.

But if his father cared for him and trusted him, he wouldn’t have treated him so indifferently, even if it meant seeing his father’s face.
How much must his father have disliked him in the past for them to ignore him like this?

An Cheong-gwang asked right away.

“You met Cheonhwaruju?”
“Yes, I met him and came back.”
“Why did you meet the person I called as a judge?”
“Isn’t Cheonhwaruju the most famous master of Kiru in the Central Plains? He must be an extraordinary person, so I came to see him because I thought I could learn something from him.”

An Hu-pyeong thoroughly hid his true feelings.

Honestly, I wanted to ask you this.

Are you in love with that woman? That’s why you called a mere guinea pig as your judge?

But if you do that, your father will probably scold you. And if you do that in front of the salt sword and iron sword, you might get beaten to death.

“I heard that my father changed the judge to Cheonhwaruju at the end.”

It would be nice if you could tell me why it was changed.

“It’s not your place to step forward.”

It’s no wonder I’m suspicious and worried.

‘Isn’t it my place to get involved? This is a matter involving the property of the house. How can that be your father’s business?’

Then the subordinate came in and reported.

“It is said that among the participants in this competition, there is someone from the Cheonmasin Church.”

An Cheong-gwang’s expression instantly hardened. Yeom Sa-geom and Cheol-han, who were with him, also looked at each other and exchanged glances.

“Are you sure?”
“I’m checking with the Apostolic Alliance right now.”
“I’ll report back as soon as I find out.”
“Yes.”

The subordinates ran outside.
An Cheong-gwang, who was about to turn back towards the salt sword and the iron sword, gave an order to his son to leave as well.

“You should go now.”

An Hu-pyeong greeted him politely and went out, then turned to look at his father at the door. His father was talking to two masters with a serious expression.

‘What’s so serious?’

If it’s a non-competition, then it’s not a beauty contest.
So what if the contestant is a member of the Cheonmasingyo or the daughter of a Jeongpa swordsman? It’s just a contest held for the entire martial arts world to enjoy.

When it was first decided to hold the competition, my father said this:

―There will be no one in the Central Plains who does not know the name of this competition.

Wouldn’t it be more in line with the purpose if the competition also included the Demonic Cult?

But the atmosphere that returned was not that kind of festival.

‘There’s definitely something going on that I don’t know about.’

When I came out of the main hall, the Sachu who had been waiting brought me the news.

“Mr. Yong arrived and went to Cheonhwaruju.”

An Hu-pyeong was shocked by the unexpected news.

“Already? How?”
“Master Yong came to the main room because the owner called him.”

Mr. Yong was usually outside. But the father even called Mr. Yong to the main room? This made me even more curious about what was going on.

“So you left without even meeting me?”
“Don’t you know Mr. Yong’s personality?”

Of course, I knew. He was a short-tempered and self-willed person. He was completely out of control, but at least he was someone who was recognized for his skills.

The reason he was called a teacher was because he wanted to be called a teacher.
His father thought that he would cause a big accident someday and did not treat him with respect, but thanks to that, he was able to join hands with him.

“You knew that Mr. Yong was a difficult person to control, right?”

That’s why I told him not to call her.
An Hu-pyeong glared at Sa-chu with a frown on his face.

“If you had done it right, there would have been no reason to call you.”

Sachu bowed his head without making excuses. He knew well what kind of person An Huping was. He was the kind of person who took the other person’s excuses as a challenge. In this case, it was best to just keep his mouth shut.

An Hu-pyeong quickly walked away. Now was not the time to be nagging Sa-chu.

‘I need to see that annoying guy get beaten up myself.’

Especially that guy who was as handsome as that parasitic old man! That guy was today’s target.

An Hu-pyeong walked briskly toward the guest house where Cheonharuju was staying.

* * *

This was the phrase Mr. Yong heard most often.

Even if it’s Saparatist, isn’t it too much?

His life was contained in those words.
He did not hesitate to commit acts that would make even the most wicked of Sapa stick out their tongues.

Mr. Yong was angry today.
He came running to the Shinhwa Room as if he was flying because Bangju called him. He had been very excited about why he was called, but two days had passed since he arrived and he had not seen Bangju’s face even once.

But I was furious when I heard that I had to meet the salt sword and iron sword that arrived today first.

“You leeches who live off of old fame!”

As soon as An Hu-pyeong takes over the position of the ark, then I plan to deal with those two people first. To do that, I have to do the work that the future ark has entrusted to me.

Mr. Yong arrived at the guest house where Cheonhwaruju was staying.
Sachu told him to take care of the most handsome man among the guards.

‘Know that you are unlucky today.’

That standard of moderation seemed a bit extreme today.
Mr. Yong slowly pushed open the guest room door.
Then the scene inside unfolded before him.

The evil soma and the heavenly lord were sitting side by side drinking tea, and the maskless guests were scattered around the guest house, resting.
Everyone inside turned their gazes to Mr. Yong.

Why would that be? Why would that really be?

Slurp, thud.

Mr. Yong closed the door again. He closed the door quietly, as if he had come to the wrong room.

After closing the door, Mr. Yong asked himself in front of the door.

‘Why did I close the door?’

No one had taken out a weapon, and no one even showed their intent to kill. They were just looking at him in a truly peaceful atmosphere.
Unable to bear the gaze, his hand closed the door on its own.

‘Could it be that I’m scared? No way!’

He was embarrassed because it was the first time something like this had happened.

It was just then.

Phew!

A dagger shot out through the door.
The dagger stopped in front of his left eye as he stood in front of the door. If it had shot out just a little more, it would have stabbed his eye.

Even though he saw the blade sticking out in front of him, Mr. Yong did not step back. This was because he intuitively felt that it was not an attack intended to kill him.

Phew!

Another dagger pierced through from the side. This time, it stopped right in front of the other eye.
Mr. Yong still did not back down.

Phew!

The dagger that had come out again stopped in front of his neck, but Mr. Yong did not back down.

Phew!

The dagger that had popped out again stopped in front of his heart.
All four daggers were aimed at his vital points.
They had not intended to kill him in the first place. They had shown that they had aimed precisely at his vital points.

You might think that it’s nothing special for an unmanned person to break through a door with a dagger, but the technique he just showed was no ordinary skill.
The daggers were protruding without even an inch of tilt, and they were precisely calculated to the position of his eyes and neck outside the door. And what’s surprising is that he adjusted the distance precisely, just in case he touched it.

Moreover, the problem was that it wasn’t one person stabbing with multiple knives.
Each knife was different.
It was impossible for one person to carry around so many different knives, so it meant that several people took turns using one of their moves.

How could that be?

The fact that it looks like one person stabbed them means that their skills are both excellent and even.

Ugh.

The daggers that had been sticking out went back in all at once.
The daggers that slowly disappeared seemed to be saying this.

If you want to live, go back.

If it were up to him, he would have immediately broken down the door and gone in.
How dare they do this to him? He would have twisted and broken the wrists of those who stabbed him with a knife. He would have just told them to give him some relief, but he would have broken them all.
That’s the kind of person he was.

But my body wouldn’t move. I didn’t feel like it. But I couldn’t just turn around.

You endure humiliation? Because I’ve never experienced anything like it in my life.

What would you say to the firefighter if you just went? What if rumors started to spread around the room that you were scared and turned away?

He should have left when his instincts stopped him in the first place.
His survival instinct could not overcome the life he had continued to lead as a habit.

He opened the door again and walked inside, shouting excitedly.

“Are the boys wearing cotton swabs like the girls?”

But Mr. Yong was startled by the sight inside the room and opened his eyes wide.

uh?

The people inside were not wearing cotton masks. Instead, they were wearing pure white masks.

Creak.

A white mask was smiling as it closed the door behind it.

* * *

When An Hu-pyeong arrived at the guest house, he expected to hear the sound of crying, but it was surprisingly quiet.

“No way? You didn’t kill him, did you?”

Sachu answered Anhu Ping’s concerns.

“Just in case, I told you that you were the guest of the owner of the room.”

An Hu-pyeong was relieved at those words. Even though Mr. Yong was self-willed, he was afraid of his father.

An Hu-pyeong expected to see
the sight of the guard lying on the floor with his face swollen and his front teeth broken.

‘You laughed cheekily, didn’t you? Let’s see if you laugh again today.’

And I’m going to rip that damned cotton off myself, if Mr. Yong hasn’t already ripped it off.

And so An Hu-pyeong opened the guest room door and came in.

“If you’re here, why don’t you look at me first…….”

Anhu Ping stopped talking for a moment. Mr. Yong, who was expected to be there, was not in the room.
Cheonhwaruju was drinking tea, and Geukaksoma looked out the window and then looked here. The rest of the maskless guests were scattered all over the guest house. Some were fixing their weapons, some were resting on chairs, and some were folding their clothes.

An Hu-pyeong looked back at Sa-chu and asked with his eyes, seeing them spending such a peaceful time.

‘What happened? Mr. Yong, you said you went here first?’

Sachu made an expression as if he didn’t know himself.

An Hu-pyeong turned his head again and asked Cheon Haru-ju.

“Is there anyone here?”

Then Cheonhwaruju shook her head.

“No, no one came.”

Yeah, if they were here, there’s no way these guys would be okay.

An Hu-pyeong’s gaze turned to Geuk-ak-soma.
He, who had been standing by the window, was now standing behind Cheonhwa-ru-ju, looking at him.
The other maskless guests were also looking at him. No one was smiling.

‘On the topic of mere escorts!’

It was so unpleasant to see the firefighters of the Shinhwabang staring at him like this.
Moreover, the gazes were not filled with respect or fear. They were unpleasant gazes, like those of an animal trapped in a cage.

‘Where the hell did these things go without destroying them?’

Meanwhile, Sachu was looking at the door.
He had just come in and seen a scratch on the door. So he looked inside and there was a mark in the same spot.

‘It’s a mark where the blade penetrated!’

When he realized that there was a trace that hadn’t been there when he first came, the hairs on his arms stood on end.

‘Really? You came?’

He looked around. There wasn’t a single broken piece of furniture. He had a fight with him, and the room was still intact?

Crucially, no one in the room was injured. Not even a scratch.

Mr. Yong is some kind of expert.

But the reason that made his heart uneasy was the same.

There is no way that a person with that foul temper and impatience would not come after saying he was going.

‘What if by any chance they killed Mr. Yong? What about the body?’

This was the Myth Room. It’s hard to believe that he was killed without anyone getting hurt, but what about the body?

At that moment, Sachu looked at the masked man who was close to him.
The masked man was staring at him. The masked man standing behind him was also looking at him with similar eyes.

The moment I saw that strange, inexplicable gaze, I felt an eerie feeling and instinctively knew.

‘These crazy kids killed Mr. Yong!’

Then An Hu-pyeong walked towards him and said.

“What are you doing? You lose your mind whenever you enter this room.”

An Hu-pyeong left the room without even saying goodbye to Cheonhwa-ru-ju, and just as Sa-chu was about to follow him out!
The evil soma slowly raised his hand and made a shushing motion.
Sa-chu’s heart sank at the sight.

‘I noticed that I noticed.’

The next moment, the rest of the masked guests all raised their fingers in unison.

fizzle!

Everyone was pretending to shush him as they looked at him. It was the most terrifying and bizarre sight I had ever seen.
Then, An Hu-pyeong shouted from behind him.

“If you can’t win, why aren’t you going? Why are you looking at me like that!”

Sachu instinctively looked back at Anhui and then looked inside the guest house again.
As if nothing had happened, everyone was drinking tea, folding clothes, yawning, and doing their own thing.