Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 583

#583

Taejonbirok Volume 24, Episode 8

Chapter 129: The Lazy Man, Terrified (3)

There was no end to the enemy.

I pushed, I hit, I kicked. But still, it kept coming.

Kwon Geuk was not flustered.

He's been through too much to be flustered by something like this. He'd been through this enough twenty years ago to be sick of it. Aren't the images of the minions charging at him, their expressions unwavering even after their arms were cut off and their stomachs were punctured, still vivid in his mind?

However, that doesn't mean there is no burden.

'What remains so deeply?'

resentment.

I can see the resentment in their eyes.

But Kwon Geuk couldn't sympathize with that resentment.

You can blame them. You can curse and insult them. They deserve it.

But this isn't it.

It happened three hundred years ago. Even if you harbor a grudge, is there any reason to risk your life to avenge it?

It's a fleeting thing.

That doesn't mean the dead will come back. It would be different if my father, my child, had died. But I couldn't understand why they would start a war to exact retribution for the bloodshed of an ancestor they'd never even met.

So do the dead rejoice?

Death is death. The dead are just dead.

Kwon Geuk also lost many acquaintances.

The number of comrades and friends who died in the war was countless. Despite such loss, Kwon Geuk mourns their deaths, but refuses to offer anything in their honor.

The dead are just dead.

Those who are alive must find their own way in life.

Many refused to accept the end of the war, even though they had yet to complete their revenge. Many protested vehemently, even attempting to invade the Demonic Cult alone.

So where are they now?

If they had chosen to continue the war then, they would have been in the same place as those they lost. Wasn't it because they didn't make that choice that they were able to survive?

This isn't about forgetting the past. It's not about pretending it never happened and laughing it off. We can honor them and apologize to them. We can tell the world how great a mistake we made, and we can accept the stones and spit that come our way.

Isn't that right?

'I don't know.'

Even after living for so many years, the human heart remains something I find completely incomprehensible.

Woof woof woof.

The power that emanates from the superior pushes people away.

Even amidst this chaotic war, Kwon Geuk held no grudge against his power. If he so chose, he could turn all who stood in his way into blood clots.

And it's a little easier that way.

But he was using a heavy fist, not a hegemonic fist. He wasn't striking, he was pushing. He wasn't kicking, he was sweeping.

'Maybe I'm no longer fit for the battlefield.'

I was feeling it.

Although he was able to be active thanks to Jo Hyun's ingenious strategy, Kwon Geuk was a person who naturally did not like fighting with others.

He enjoys practicing martial arts, but he doesn't want to use them to hurt others. He prefers negotiation and dialogue to conflict and disputes. He possesses the qualities to become a sage ruler in times of peace, but he lacks the talent to lead in times of chaos.

But I can't help but do it.

Because there is no one to replace him.

If he backs down and refuses to do so, someone else will suffer in his stead. What sustains the spirit of Kwon Geuk now isn't a sense of triumph or pride, but a heavy sense of responsibility.

'It must end in my generation.'

This damn fight.

An endless chain of hatred.

I couldn't pass this heavy burden on to future generations. Whether the opponent was Baekgeomseong or the Demonic Cult, it was the same.

Going one step further.

Honestly.

The path that Kwon Geuk has walked has always been like this.

Taking a single step forward was never easy. I had to fight the demonic cult, endure the checks and balances of the old guard, and endure the suspicion that I was only seeking personal gain.

Without making excuses, without fighting, he walked steadily, step by step, through the pouring rain. That was how this man lived.

'I'm lonely.'

A lot of people are following him.

I'm chasing him, watching his back.

But Kwon Geuk felt an unbearable loneliness in the middle of the battlefield.

He shouldn't expect anything.

Everyone is counting on him, so he must support them like a towering iron tower.

'A mere human being like me.'

It wasn't what I intended.

The Demonic Cult invaded, so I simply fought back. How could I close my eyes when countless people were dying? If I had to die, I would die first, so I stepped forward and fought.

But he bravely survived, and when the war ended, his name became a symbol of the martial arts world. He only assumed the position of leader because of Jo Hyun's insistence that a firm symbol be present to prevent division.

In that lonely place.

And now it's time to pay the price for that luxury.

Kuuuung!

Step on the truth.

The ground cracks, unable to withstand the force of the earthquake. The ground shakes as if in an earthquake, lifting those stuck to the ground into the air.

Then a blow.

A fist, imbued with a grand, if not epic, power, flew forward. In a single blow, nearly a hundred people were swept away, unable to even resist.

It was like a god had descended.

'Is it really that strong?'

Ambassador Gongmu was trembling with fear.

Fist.

Something that humans are born with.

Unlike other martial arts that use external objects, Kwon and Jang use only the human body to exert their power.

The public took pride in that fact. Shaolin used all eighteen martial arts of the world, but no one could deny that its core lay in the martial arts.

That is why the best martial artist in the world always comes from Shaolin.

Shaolin's Nahan Kwon has always been known as the Big Dipper of the martial arts world when it comes to fighting.

He who dared to take the fame of the best in the world.

Those who thought that their achievements were high and their abilities were overestimated.

The martial arts displayed by Kwon Geuk shook even the heart of Master Gongmu, who believed that Shaolin martial arts were the best.

‘How can it be so… … .’

Strong.

There's no other way to explain it. The experiences contained in each volume shake the earth and turn the heavens upside down.

Can it be compared?

'It's impossible.'

Even a public official would be powerless against that power. Only a god or Buddha from the depths of Shaolin would be able to stand against it.

My self-esteem is shattered.

But what filled the shattered pride was not a spirit of victory or jealousy.

Awe.

Those who use the same rights.

A person who has risen to the top of the world despite not having any Shaolin training.

Awe and trust in him filled the office.

“What are you guys doing!”

The official shouted in a harsh voice, unbecoming of a monk.

"Don't burden the leader any longer! Break through the right wing!"

"yes!"

A short, concise reply, typical of Shaolin monks, was heard. With shouts of displeasure echoing from all sides, the Shaolin monks in yellow robes simultaneously turned to the right and tangled with the white sword warriors.

“Even a shaman won’t give up! Let’s go!”

"yes!"

As Song Hyeon turned to the left, the shaman's swordsmen all raised their swords with the Taegeuk symbol attached to them and chased after Song Hyeon.

The Jin Se, which had been penetrating in one direction, split into three directions and began to pierce the Baekgeom formation.

After that… … .

Kuu …

No man's land.

The center where the feet of the pole touch is swept away.

It is unstoppable. It is too great a force for humans to resist.

Even those who burned with determination and aspired to victory, the moment they faced the power of the Absolute, they realized that the one standing before them was not someone they could confront with such passion alone.

A tremendous pressure that feels like it will explode your entire body.

An absurd weight, like a mountain crushing down.

Motivation turns to frustration, and frustration turns to despair.

The great Sima Qianshi.

His appearance, walking indifferently with a stern face, was clearly imprinted in everyone's eyes.

It's broken.

My heart is broken.

A man with amputated limbs can still fight. A man with a severed waist can still swing a sword before he dies. But a man with a broken heart can no longer fight.

Get pushed out.

Those who had always looked forward and never backed down were unknowingly taking steps backward.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

The soft but heavy voice of Kwon Geuk spread far and wide.

"Following the leader's decisions is not wrong. But sacrificing one's life for a worthless cause is also not right. Step aside, descendants of the Ten Thousand Swords. I respect you. Stepping aside from me does not mean the defeat of the Ten Thousand Swords."

It's ringing loudly.

His voice, his soul.

"We must correct what's wrong. Only then will the name of Mangeom resonate throughout the martial arts world once again. We must know how to truly step forward, not seek vain revenge. So step aside!"

Gulp.

I can hear the sound of someone swallowing dry saliva.

The silence before Kwon Geuk was so intense that it made the entangled fight between the Shaolin monks and the shamans pale in comparison. A strange silence, a strange confrontation. Breaking the confrontation, a man flew in front of Kwon Geuk.

“……Public sword?”

"It's been a long time, Leader. It seems like it's been twenty years since I've seen you."

Kwon Geuk stared quietly at the man before him. The old man, wearing the white martial arts uniform that symbolized Baekgeomseong, was laughing with joy at the sight of Kwon Geuk.

“When I told you to come visit me, you didn’t even show your face, so now you’re saying we’ll meet in a place like this?”

“Because I’m so busy.”

Kwon-geuk narrowed his eyes as he watched Gong-geom whining.

“Back off. Now is not the time to vent your frustrations.”

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that. I'm under orders, too. Of course, even if I don't receive them, I have no intention of backing down."

“I see.”

Kwon Geuk quietly clenched his fist.

A man who was once a colleague.

The man he had fought alongside against the demonic cult's invasion, and who he could sometimes rely on for support. Now, he stood before him as an enemy.

"It seems we've been rude. We're not enough children to deal with the leader. I'll take care of it."

“It’s too much for you.”

“It won’t be easy. But…….”

Ga Ga Ga Ga.

The sword of the public sword scraped the floor.

"It would be a mistake to think that what you know about me is all there is to it. I've always wanted to face you, Lord."

“You don’t understand.”

Kwon Geuk said firmly.

“If you want to face me, bring a Heavenly Stream with you. You can’t do it alone.”

“We’ll have to try it to find out.”

Kwon-geuk snapped his neck as he watched the sword approaching him with its blade lowered.

“It’s been like that since before, but…….”

Wood crack.

The bones in my fist crack.

"There are those who have to experience it to know. They have no choice but to endure the hardships."

Dozens of sword darts flew from the sword that had jumped up from its spot, rushing towards Kwon Geuk.

Kwon Geuk also faced the strong energy by emitting strong energy.

The battlefield was gradually becoming more heated.