Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 456

#456

Taejonbirok Volume 19, Episode 6

Chapter 104: The Lazy Man Investigates (1)

“Then who made that emergency kit?”

Saga couldn't contain his curiosity.

Although Saga tries his best not to interrupt Gwanggu Shingae's words, he couldn't stand this one.

“Are you curious?”

"of course."

The Gwanggu Shingae smiled faintly.

“You must be curious. It’s not an ordinary thing, you know.”

“Please don’t be so hesitant and speak frankly.”

“The follow-up story might not be interesting after you hear it, but is that okay?”

“Because I’m not listening for fun.”

Maybe this was taboo.

To truly understand history, we must avoid consequentialism. The role of historians is to consider why the people of the time made the choices they did.

If you already know the outcome, you'll end up with a distinction between right and wrong choices. Then, you'll be forced to view history with bias.

Even though he knew it was an attitude he should avoid as a historian, the historian couldn't help but ask. He was human, after all, and his curiosity couldn't be overcome.

“I want to tell you since you’re so curious, but….”

Gwanggu Shingae looked at Saga with a playful expression.

Saga sighed and said.

“Is it alcohol?”

"no."

“Then shall I prepare another table?”

“That’s not it either.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I don’t want anything.”

"yes?"

Gwanggu Shingae shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t have an answer for you.”

“Why is that?”

"I don't know either."

"……yes?"

The Gwanggu Shingae whetted his appetite.

"If I'd known this, I could have won a huge prize. What a shame. But I really don't know. Who was the owner of that secret weapon?"

“No, how could you not know that?”

“I think Wei Yanho noticed, but he didn’t say anything, so how could I know? And… it didn’t really mean anything.”

“Why?”

"Ultimately, solving the problem caused by that emergency was the priority. At the time, I didn't even know if that emergency was truly problematic. It was the same later on, though."

Saga had a look on his face as if he couldn't understand what the Gwanggu Shingae was talking about.

"So just listen. You'll understand. Why I have to say this."

"All right."

“Where did we leave off? Yeah…….”

Gwanggu Shingae gulped down the alcohol in the bottle and then forcefully put it down on the floor.

***

I don't know how to describe the situation at that time.

There was chaos.

Everyone came to know that what happened in the Tang family was not just the Tang family's problem.

Well, the word "everyone" is a bit odd. Those who felt a sense of crisis about this were the ones who controlled the information of the martial world. For example, the Jeongmu Alliance and the Cheon Ui-ryeon.

If I knew anything else, it would have been the old school.

Others probably didn't even know what was going on. Surprisingly, crises that could destroy the world are not widely known to people.

If something happens, it will be a huge event that will go down in history, and if it is somehow handled, it will become a crisis known only to those who know about it.

huh?

Do you think the response is inadequate?

Isn't that obvious?

Look, over the years, the world of martial arts has faced countless threats. But most of those threats have been either intruders or subversive groups targeting the entire world of martial arts.

In other words, no matter what happened, our response was nothing more than simply beating up the intruders. Heroes might emerge, or brilliant strategists might emerge, but the fundamentals remained unchanged.

But what about this?

I couldn't deal with it that way.

This was a first for Kang-ho. Think about it. He has no enemies. How can he stop someone without enemies?

Yeah, I was incompetent.

He was incompetent and stupid.

But what can we do? That was our limit at the time.

Even if I could go back to that time, there's nothing I could do. We just took the brunt of the waves that came crashing down on us.

Except for one guy.

That's just the way he is.

Isn't that the kind of guy who lays down to rest and then sets out to break the waves when they come crashing in?

however…….

That's what works again.

***

"hmm……."

Wi Yeon-ho quietly scratched his cheek.

'It's a dream.'

It's nothing new. There's no reason for him to be dragged back to the cave. Every single moss clinging to the walls is familiar.

“Where are you, Master?”

Wei Yanhu looked around. In his dreams, whenever he came to this cave, his master was always present. But now, strangely, he couldn't see him.

“Master, I’m here.”

Wi Yeon-ho put both hands to his mouth and shouted loudly.

“Shut up, you punk!”

"huh?"

Wei Yanho turned his head at the sound of a voice behind him. On a small platform, the only structure within the cave, the Master's inner altar hummed.

“Why are you like that?”

"What's going on? I've always been like this when I'm resting. Creating illusions is a burden, so I need to rest when I have time."

“I don’t think I remember it well?”

“……Because whenever I rested, it was always when you were lying down and sleeping.”

"Oh, that's right. I woke up every now and then and didn't see Master, so I thought it was strange. But I quickly fell back asleep and forgot about it."

“Pathetic guy.”

Woohoo.

In the middle of the cave, the figure of Baekmuhan began to form.

Pure white hair that reached down to the navel, neatly swept white hair, and sharp black eyes… … .

“Master.”

"why?"

“I have a question. Is that really your face, Master?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

Wi Yeon-ho stuck out his lips as if he couldn't believe it.

"It's welcome anyway. It wouldn't be strange even if they made it look roughly handsome."

“Tsk tsk, you idiot.”

Baek Mu-han clicked his tongue.

"I appear in this form because it's easiest to embody my former self. Because I'm used to it. As you said, changing my appearance takes a lot of nerve. And if I'm going to change my appearance anyway, why not appear as a young person? Why would I appear as an old person? And…"

Baek Mu-han looked around the cave once and a smirk appeared on his lips.

“Who is here that I should dress up so nicely? To impress you?”

“That’s not it, but…….”

Wei Yanho's lips suddenly popped out.

Even in his eyes, Baek Muhan looked incredibly cool.

“What’s the problem?”

“Honestly, I think it’s a bit unfair.”

“So, what?”

"Master, you were born into a prestigious family. Even when you were born, the Ten Thousand Swords were the best in the world, right?"

“That’s right.”

“But he’s skilled in martial arts, handsome, and… he has everything.”

“Ah.”

"Personality is the only problem… Hmm, when I think about it, the world isn't necessarily unfair. Just as other things are outstanding, personality consumes everything…"

Taaaaak!

“Ugh!”

Wi Yeon-ho grabbed his head and rolled on the floor.

'This is really too much.'

Even though it was a dream, the pain he'd suffered during those five years in the cave was so vivid, it was as if his mind was protesting, "I've been beaten so often, how could I have forgotten the pain?"

“You pathetic bastard, you should be thinking of surpassing your teacher, why are you jealous?”

“Those are really good words…….”

Wi Yeon-ho whetted his appetite.

"When I was in the cave, there was a part of me that thought it might be possible. In fact, Master was very forgiving."

“Now you know.”

"But now that I look back on the world, I realize just how powerful Master is. If Master had come into the world in person, I probably wouldn't have met a single person in the world."

“How could that be? You’re ignoring Kang-ho too much.”

"I'm telling you, it's true. I'm doing well in the martial arts world, too. There's no way anyone stronger than me would get past that."

“Tsk tsk tsk, this pathetic guy.”

Baek Muhan's face distorted.

“Are you saying that as a boast?”

“I told you not to compare me to Master in the first place. Master is the Sword Emperor.”

“Sword Emperor?”

“They say that Master is called the Sword Emperor in the martial arts world. He is the greatest of all time.”

"Hmm, that's a pretty lame nickname. You idiots. If you're going to call me the greatest of all time, you should have given me a more appealing nickname. Something like "The Strongest, Most Handsome Man of All Time."

“…….”

It's so scary that that's true.

“Anyway, asking me to be better than my master means asking me to become the best of all time.”

“What can’t be done?”

"Hey, people need to know their place. I'm just content with being a local expert. That's like asking someone who knows the Thousand Character Classic to become greater than Confucius."

"The bigger and more ambitious the goal, the better. And there's no reason you can't surpass me, right?"

“Hey, I can’t do it.”

There are things in life you only know after the fact. The stronger Wei Yanhu became, the more he realized just how great his master truly was.

"I just want to live a simple life. But these days, because of Master, I can't live a simple life."

“Because of me?”

“Yes. Master, have you ever made a secret weapon in your lifetime?”

"Emergency? Are you saying I have to make such an inefficient and stupid thing with my own hands?"

It was exactly the answer I expected.

"Master, honestly, you're not the real Master right now. So, I'm asking: Is there a chance that you, the real Master, created the secret?"

"Unless my head was crushed, I wouldn't have done that. If I were going to impart my knowledge in such an easy way, would I have poured all my energy into it, leaving behind a sect of inner energy, and implanted my will there?"

“Hmm…….”

This answer was definitely correct.

The master is not that kind of person.

“But maybe…….”

“I said no.”

Baek Mu-han got annoyed.

"Emergency? Do you think a single scrap of book like that could contain my vast army? If I were to write down my martial arts, those books alone would fill the entire Janggyeonggak of Shaolin. Imperial martial arts? That wouldn't be enough either."

It was incredibly arrogant, but it wasn't exactly wrong.

If Baek Mu-han were to invent a method of swinging a fly swatter to chase away flies, it would be superior to all the other stick techniques in the world, and if he were to invent a sword technique to cut grass, the Taegeuk Hye Sword would be reduced to a kindling.

'The more I think about it, the more frightening he seems.'

“But it’s an emergency?”

“I saw a secret book with a similar martial arts record to yours.”

“Hmm, he’s similar to me in terms of education…….”

Baek Mu-han tilted his head.

“There’s no such thing, right?”

“Huh? It could be related to the Ten Thousand Swords and Hundred Schools.”

"My martial arts are different from those of my family. Perhaps you can sense my longing among the crowd, but the way you express it will be different, right?"

“Huh? Wasn’t your master’s martial arts the pinnacle of all martial arts?”

A smirk appeared on Baek Mu-han's lips.

My luck was already running out.