Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 421

#421

Taejonbirok Volume 17, Episode 21

Chapter 97: The Lazy Man Threatens (1)

Most humans are like that.

When faced with a task beyond my control, I try to find my own way and put in the effort. I know that such efforts can contribute, even if only a little, to improving the situation.

But what happens when you encounter something you can't handle?

Let go.

People who find themselves in a desperate situation where they have nowhere to run or where nothing can be changed through personal effort give up resistance and simply surrender to the flow.

Wooil was in exactly that situation right now.

'I'm crazy.'

Looking back, I wonder what kind of courage it took.

When I read the research materials on Wei Yanhu, there was a phrase that was on the lips of many people.

'There is no answer.'

'Human disaster.'

'It's best not to get involved.'

I should have thought about it.

What do those words mean?

Wei Yanho's attitude toward her was almost that of a loving fool. If you looked at it from the other side, you should have realized what it meant.

He is a man who captures an informant who came to investigate him, but then releases him because he finds it annoying, and then captures him again and goes to the Jegal family, saying he will rescue the hostage together with him.

Why can't humans be objective?

If he had seen it from a third party's perspective, Wooil would have screamed.

He told them they shouldn't get involved, that his way of thinking was simply beyond human comprehension. But unfortunately, Woo-il wasn't a third party, but a party himself, blinded by the thought that he could save his younger brother.

This is the result.

Wi Yeon-ho, who had instantly destroyed the Gyeop-Gyeop-Hwan-Hon-Jin, dashed forward without hesitation. Drawn in by his presence, Woo-il had no choice but to follow. Before his brain, as white as a sheet of paper, could even come to his senses, Wi Yeon-ho was surrounded by countless warriors of the Zhuge clan.

And then, dreamlike scenes continued to fill her vision.

One guy in one room.

It's Zhuge Liang.

The warriors of the Jegal clan, whose names are always mentioned in the five great martial arts worlds, were blown away like autumn leaves in the wind. The sight of them being swept away one by one with such ease made it feel like reality was fading away.

And then it turns out like this.

The moment he saw Jegal Woo appearing in front of them, Woo-il regained his senses.

'Zhuge Liang!'

An elder of the Zhuge family.

Although he was not the highest ranking elder, since all the elders above him were playing the role of immortals, he was the elder who currently held the most power in the Zhuge Liang family.

That's what Jegal Woo is like…

“Wow, you’re being harsh.”

Wi Yeon-ho scolded him as if he didn't like it at all.

"Well, you could have asked something. The world has become so harsh that you'd call someone a swindler for asking something like this."

You can ask.

But not in this situation.

Wooil's eyes trembled.

'What the heck is going on?'

This wasn't the kind of "infiltration" she envisioned. At least, no infiltration in the world involves yelling and swearing at the enemy leader.

'I guess I should have taken some Cheongsimhwan.'

If that were the case, the situation where I'm struggling not to faint like now wouldn't have happened.

“What the hell is this crazy guy talking about?”

Wooil looked at Jegalwoo with a heavy heart.

More! More!

Please curse me more!

His heart was exactly like hers. Now, she had forgotten that she wasn't on the side of the Zhuge family, and was rooting for Zhuge Yu.

“Oh, Grandpa, that’s a bit harsh.”

"grandfather?"

“Sir?”

“No, really, what is this…….”

Jegal Woo felt his back being pulled.

Who the hell is that crazy guy? How crazy must he be to invade the Jegal family and cause such chaos, and act so calmly…

'A crazy guy?'

Jegal Woo opened his eyes wide.

There's a guy that comes to mind. Come to think of it, there was a young kid in Jungwon who recently went around bragging that he was as crazy as anyone.

no way…….

“You, Wi Yeon-ho?”

"omg?"

The masked man flinched and stepped back.

'You're so annoying.'

There was nothing more to see.

If that is not Wei Yanhu, then there is no Wei Yanhu in the world.

“You crazy bastard! What kind of grudge do you and our Jegal family have that you’re causing this trouble!”

“I told you, it’s not that Wi Yeon-ho!”

“That’s right!”

“No, I said no! Can’t you see the mask? The mask?”

“No, what kind of idiot is this…….”

Jegal Woo grabbed the back of his neck.

'Something felt a bit strange.'

The wounded are overflowing, but there are no deaths. There are several people lying around the masked man, or rather, Wi Yeon-ho, but none of them are dead.

Looking closely, I didn't see anyone seriously injured. They were just fainted from the shock.

If not, the atmosphere would have been ten times more serious.

Zhuge Yu's head began to spin.

'I was stupid.'

This was a question I shouldn't have asked. Asking why a madman does something crazy is foolish. It's like asking a dog why it pees on the street instead of going to the litter box.

He had other questions to ask.

“Wow, what do you want?”

"yes?"

"What do you want? There must be a reason you came here."

“……I told you, it’s not that Wi Yeon-ho.”

"Yes, no. I believe you. You are not Wei Yanho."

Even as he said this, Zhuge Liang had to swallow his tears.

'You shouldn't deal with this guy right now.'

I didn't want to admit it, but if that guy is Wei Yanho, then those here alone won't be able to deal with him. At the very least, he needs to be accompanied by a family head.

why?

Because Wi Yeon-ho is an absolute master.

People in martial arts revere absolute masters, but surprisingly, they don't realize just how formidable they are. This is because even among them, there are those who would face the opposing absolute masters.

Funny enough, that's how it balances out.

In martial arts, it's surprisingly rare for a single master to fall to a group attack. There are several reasons for this.

First, absolute masters are also fast on their feet.

If you don't care about face, you can just fight moderately, defeating a few enemies, and then abandoning them when you're exhausted. Then, those with less experience will eventually lose out to the absolute master, and the only thing left is to be hunted by the master who has conserved his strength in a suitable location. Repeat this a couple of times, and there won't be anyone left.

And the second one is… … .

So, it is 'absolute'.

It's just a one-dimensional difference, but that one dimension makes a world of difference. Bees and wasps seem only slightly different from a human perspective, yet a single wasp can slaughter hundreds of bees.

The difference between an absolute master and an average master goes beyond that. If the Zhuge clan were to mobilize its full power now, it might be able to capture Wei Yanhu. But after that, the Zhuge clan would face ruin. The surrounding clans, like starving lynxes, would not leave the Zhuge clan in ruins.

Do you have to risk your family's fate to eliminate just one Wei Yanho?

It was an absolute no-brainer.

That's why everyone in the martial arts world aspires to gain power and fame. Ultimately, absolute masters transcend law, norms, and perception.

“……Wow, what do you want?”

That's why Zhuge Liang had no choice but to swallow his tears and say this.

“No… that’s not Wi Yeon-ho….”

"Got it! Got it, Inma! You're not Wei Yanhu! I said I admit it! Even if you leave this place today, I won't say anything about Wei Yanhu invading the Zhuge family, or invade the Guangdong Wei family to question you! I've never seen Wei Yanhu here, and I've never heard of your presence, so just say whatever you want!"

Damn it!

If I had known this would happen, I would have shaved my head and entered Shaolin, not even learning military strategy.

If that were the case, I might have been able to have a fight with that guy by now.

But, unfortunately, God doesn't grant everything to humans. The Zhuge Liang family, though possessing exceptional intellect by virtue of his lineage, was born with a body unsuited to learning martial arts. Even if he had gone to Shaolin, he would have been no match for the current Wei Yanhu.

Although Zhuge Yu had never once resented the decline of the Zhuge family's power, at this very moment he could not help but feel sad about the fact.

“Hehe, if you say so.”

When Wi Yeon-ho scratched his head, Woo-il lowered his head.

I'd rather sing the song "Wei Yan Ho" everywhere. How is this any different from complete recognition?

“……So what do you need?”

Zhuge Yu wanted to end this situation as soon as possible.

'It's cheap.'

It feels like I've been slapped in the ear while I'm sleeping, but that Wei Yanho came determinedly, so if I can end it here, it's a win. Even though I haven't gained anything, I should be satisfied that I haven't lost anything.

“Uh, so, um…….”

Wi Yeon-ho hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Woo-il.

“What did you say your little brother’s name was?”

“……Are you in your right mind?”

"Well, what's the big deal? I wasn't planning on coming back after saving him anyway. Why not just throw it away now?"

Wooil wanted to cry.

No, the tears were already flowing. It was just that the mask made it invisible. She was paying dearly for trusting the idiot known as Wi Yeon-ho.

“What if they take my brother hostage?”

“Hey, that won’t happen.”

Wi Yeon-ho shrugged.

“They don’t want to get killed either.”

There are many threats in the world, but none sound as ridiculous and chilling as that one.

“……Little brother?”

At that moment, Zhuge Yu's face distorted.

“You bastard! You’re a dragon!”

"omg!"

Wooil covered his mouth.

It's a mistake.

If I said something like that in front of that person, it was inevitable that he'd find out her true identity. But what a mistake! I ended up getting caught up in Wei Yanho's trap.

“You rascal! How dare someone who receives Zhuge Liang’s allowance do something like this! I’ll punish you with a thousand chastity and ten thousand deaths….”

“No?”

"huh?"

Wi Yeon-ho said calmly.

“That’s not it.”

“That…isn’t it? Do you know what I’m talking about?”

“Anyway, that’s not it?”

Wi Yeon-ho glared at Jegal-woo. Jegal-woo opened his mouth as if trying to say something, then lowered his head.

“……It seems I saw things wrong.”

“Hehe. Sir, you understand quickly.”

I should have become a shaman, not a Shaolin monk. Or else I'd have to join the demonic cult. Beating him with my fists wasn't going to relieve my frustration. At the very least, I'd need to land a stab in the side before I could even close my eyes.

“Uh, so… what’s your younger sibling’s name?”

“…….”

Wooil, who had given up everything, opened his mouth in a half-souled voice.

“This is Prince Soryeo.”

“Did you hear?”

Wi Yeon-ho shrugged and said.

“Actually, I’m not the type of person who likes to run wild either. So, hurry up and say, “That cow, that cow… What? That cow?”

“Soryo-gun.”

"Okay. Bring someone named Soryeogun. Otherwise, um…"

Wi Yeon-ho twisted his neck from side to side.

“I have no choice but to look into it myself, but I don’t think it’ll be very good for you… What do you think?”

Zhuge Yu closed his eyes, watching Wei Yanhu silently raise his fist. Gongming had said he couldn't help the ignorance of his equipment, but Zhuge Yu seemed to understand his ancestor's feelings.