Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 604

#604

Taejonbirok Volume 25, Episode 4

Chapter 133: The Lazy Man, Solved (4)

“……Fuck.”

Only after entering the massive Jeongmu Alliance's training ground did Song Hyeon finally relax. Uncharacteristically harsh words from a Taoist priest, he collapsed to the ground.

My legs feel weak.

I was so nervous running that my whole body was drenched in sweat. It wasn't physically demanding, as I had to keep pace with my weaker disciples, but mentally, it was excruciating.

I failed to win a battle I absolutely had to win. I ran away, unable to confront the enemy.

And even the leader was lost.

The fact that his sacrifice had enabled him to escape tormented Song Hyeon. He felt ashamed and sorry.

But the reality that tormented him more than all of that was that there was no longer any hope in sight.

Although the shaman was able to escape without taking much damage due to her quick feet, it was clear as day how much damage those who fell behind would have suffered.

Moreover, the power lost in the joint operation is also enormous.

Those who could be considered the core of the political alliance have suffered such a blow. What should we do going forward?

Of course, Baekgeomseong is more than capable of handling the remaining forces. If they can somehow resolve the strange sorcery that causes the seizures, Jeongmu Alliance still holds a firm advantage over Baekgeomseong.

But what about the Demonic Cult?

What should we do with the Demonic Cult that is pouring into the Central Plains even at this very moment?

'O Primordial Heavenly Being.'

The world was being plunged into darkness.

What's even sadder is that there's no light to illuminate this darkness.

'What on earth should I do?'

The Shaolin official next to me was also sitting on the floor. Even the Shaolin abbot, known as the Great Head of Mount Tai, who supported the martial arts world, was losing hope.

Where will Kang-ho's fate go now?

'Why did you go like that, leader?'

Song Hyun bit his lip tightly.

It would have been better if he had died and Kwon Geuk had lived. No matter how dire the situation, if Kwon Geuk had lived, he would have been able to hold on to hope.

Just trust him and follow him.

But now, Kwon-geuk is gone. And only after losing it did Song Hyeon realize just how much of a support Kwon-geuk had been. Even he, the leader of a large shamanic sect, was at a loss without Kwon-geuk.

So what about others?

Perhaps, even if it meant annihilating everyone there, Kwon Geuk had to be saved. Then, he could plot a reversal with those who remained.

But now they have lost their center and their leader.

The more I think about it, the more bleak the situation becomes.

'This is not the time to be doing this.'

We need to fix this as soon as possible. The Baekgeomseong might storm here at any moment.

Somehow… … .

“It’s so long!”

Song Hyun raised his head. Someone was running towards him from inside the building.

"ah……."

The new investigator was running towards him with all his might. Seeing this, Song Hyun frowned without realizing it.

'What's so good about it?'

He probably knew by now how the situation was unfolding. He probably already knew that the leader was dead. So how could he run so cheerfully?

Song Hyun bit his lip tightly.

It was nothing special. But perhaps because the judgment was distorted, everything started to look bad.

Song Hyeon sighed deeply and looked at the new detective running towards him.

'You're getting angry at someone who's celebrating their return to life.'

What a twisted judging this is.

I've spent decades honing my skills to maintain a pure heart. But all my training feels futile. How can someone who can't even control their own mind serve the world?

“Jang Moon-in!”

The new detective ran over and grabbed Song Hyeon's hand.

“You’ve really worked hard. How much hardship have you endured?”

“Don’t do this, soldier…….”

Song Hyun bit his lip tightly.

"I am a sinner who returned after losing my leader. I am a coward who turned my back and ran away, unable to inflict any harm on the enemy, hoping to survive. I do not deserve this kind of treatment."

“What do you mean?”

"If you give me the chance, I'll join the army. I'll lay down everything. I wish I could, but… No, this isn't the time to be saying that. The White Swords are probably storming here right now. So…"

“Baekgeomseong has retreated.”

“Yes. Of course, we retreated, but there’s still a crisis… huh?”

Song Hyeon raised his head.

Did I hear that wrong?

The new detective nodded at Song Hyeon.

"Baekgeomseong has retreated. We are currently pursuing the remnants."

“Huh, retreat?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

"why?"

“Wei Yanho stopped them.”

A question flashed across Song Hyun's eyes. That question quickly turned to suspicion, then anger. Then it shifted to shock. In an instant, his emotions swung and trembled.

“Ma, you said you blocked it?”

"yes."

“Baekgeomseong?”

“Yes.”

Song Hyun's lips tremble.

'It can't be a lie, right?'

What kind of person is Shin Gi-su, that he would lie in a situation like this? The Shin Gi-su he knew wasn't that kind of person.

No, even if it wasn't a new investigation, it's the same. In this situation, if you made such an absurd joke, you'd be beheaded on the spot, and there's no excuse.

Then it's real.

“Above, above is Wi Yeon-ho?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Wei Yanhu, Wei Yanhu… … .

Of course, I've heard of him. Anyone in the martial world who doesn't know Wei Yanhu should be suspicious of him being a spy from the Demonic Cult. No, that's not true. Perhaps Wei Yanhu is even more famous in the Demonic Cult than in the Central Plains.

But that Wi Yeon-ho stopped Baekgeomseong?

“Alone?”

“It’s a bit odd to say it was solo, but it’s similar. I stopped it with my companions.”

Song Hyeon, recalling the faces of those who hung out with Wi Yeon-ho, spoke absentmindedly.

“It’s exclusive.”

“……Yes.”

I blocked it.

That Baekgeomseong. And alone.

‘What the heck is this… … .’

Although he insisted that the circumstances and situation were all true, his mind refused to accept the truth. The entire political alliance, including Kwon Geuk, was shattered.

I even abandoned my family and fled here. And yet, I alone managed to fend off that terrifying Baekgeomseong?

Alone?

“Oh, no…….”

I don't know what to say.

“Is that true?”

The official duty had already arrived. Seeing the gentleman, who had seemed completely powerless, come running in, out of breath, it seemed he was equally surprised by the news.

“It is an undeniable fact.”

“Haha, Seonjae, Seonjae…….”

Gongmu also kept shaking his head. He was probably feeling similarly to Song Hyeon right now.

“So what is Wi Yeon-ho doing now?”

"We're currently tracking the enemy. They say they'll go to Hapbi to rescue them as soon as they finish tracking them."

“Huh, what’s the deal?”

Song Hyun's face became blank.

"What are you going to do in Hapbi? I guess they're the ones who stayed there…"

“Yes. Those who have had a seizure due to the disease.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The new detective laughed lightly.

"Wei Yanhao has already cured a similar ailment in Tangga. Whether it's possible or not is unknown, but no one in the world could come up with a better solution than Wei Yanhao.

"ah……."

Song Hyun and Gong Mu nodded repeatedly.

'What the heck is going on?'

It doesn't make sense.

Even when Kwon Geuk and the others gathered together, the problem was being solved by Wei Yan Ho alone.

Is one Wei Yanhu superior to all of them?

“Is this possible?”

“Jang Moon-in.”

The new detective looked at Song Hyeon with a strange expression.

'I can't be purely happy.'

People tend to think differently when they have free time. When they finally escaped for dear life, they must have been desperate, but now that their survival was assured, the calculations must have begun.

The Shaolin monks and shamans were defeated and fled.

However, Wei Yanho not only defeated Baekgeomseong, who had caused them to escape, but is also pursuing them.

If this fact were known, the world would assume that Wei Yanhu was superior to Shaolin and the shamans. This would not be a good thing for them.

‘Even in the midst of all this… … .’

I want to click my tongue, but I force myself to hold it back. Now is not the time to instigate conflict.

And these are people too.

Those who sacrifice their own interests and follow a greater cause are called saints. Conversely, this means that ordinary people are far more concerned with their own gain than with a greater cause.

We can advise people to follow the cause, but we cannot condemn them for not doing so.

"Don't judge Wei Yanho with common sense. If he commits something, just accept it. And he's uncontrollable anyway. Right now, it's wartime, so he's running wild like a ragtag punk. Once the war's over, no matter how much you plead, he'll just go back to Guangdong, shut himself in his room, and sleep."

“Uh, uhm…….”

He slyly leaked the information that Wi Yeon-ho had no intention of forming his own forces even after the war ended. Song Hyeon's face brightened slightly, as if he understood.

'And yet, I have to explain this.'

The new detective sighed and raised his head.

Exhausted people lay on the floor, panting. It was a scene he had seen countless times before. As the scene began to unfold again, his heart grew a little heavy.

The only silver lining is that thanks to my deliberately forceful words, everyone became aware of the situation, and thanks to that, the mood didn't deteriorate to the point of despair.

“Well, what should we do now?”

“We have to fight back.”

The new detective's eyes sank low.

"The damage is significant. They say they've managed to recover, but if things continue this way, the situation will only get worse. They'll suffer the same damage."

“But how?”

"I have an idea. Thanks to Yeonho's stirring, the path has opened. So please fix it quickly. You must save Gangho."

A serious expression appeared on Song Hyeon and Gongmu's faces.

The new detective who succeeded in calming them turned his head towards the entrance.

'For now, we've taken care of it.'

Now that you've given me the opportunity to make a mark, I'll rush forward with passion. When people see hope, they think of victory, and when they think of victory, they're fixated on the rewards that will follow.

When the war is over, you won't want to hear that Wei Yanhu has accomplished everything. He will undoubtedly now engage in battle with even greater fervor.

'Especially that gentleman.'

The sight of Namgung Jo-wi entering the main gate with a deathly look on his face came into the eyes of the new detective.

The new detective raised the corners of his mouth.

'Now, how should I try to appease that gentleman?'

Thanks to Wei Yanho's guidance, he was able to flourish. And Shin Gi-su had no intention of missing this opportunity.

'Just a little more, just a little more. Then you can win.'

It was a miraculous investigation that finally found hope at the end of despair.