Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 619

#619

Taejonbirok Volume 25, Chapter 19

Chapter 136: Lazy Man, Inhaling (4)

“Gulp.”

The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard clearly.

Those here could be said to have been through thick and thin. To be more precise, while there are countless people in the martial arts world, few have endured as much hardship as these individuals.

Among them, in particular, Wi Jeong-han was a person who could be called the ultimate king of suffering.

He spent his youth fighting the Demonic Cult. No, he was one of the most intensely affected by that war. It's no wonder his fame still resonates throughout the world, even though he never really ventured into the martial world after that.

And as he grew older, he and his son were caught up in all the world's events.

Even a minor incident wouldn't even make them blush. Yet, even this powerful figure was now extremely tense.

If I were choosing between living and dying with a sharp knife to my throat, I wouldn't feel this way. After all, I've been risking my life for quite some time now.

But what was at stake now was not their lives.

'Thousands.'

What if the treatment doesn't work?

Everyone dies.

Everyone suffering from this disease will die. The thought of that happening made even the most powerful people in the world shiver.

The fate of the martial world now rests on their shoulders. To be precise, Wei Yanhu carries it on his back, and while the others may contribute a modest helping hand, the burden is so heavy that even a single hand can't imagine the weight of the burden.

But that and this are different feelings.

I fully understood that if I couldn't stop the Demonic Cult and the White Swords, the martial world would become a sea of blood, but the vague sense of death and the death that was right in front of my eyes were on a different level of reality.

In this single moment, the life and death of thousands of people are determined. Such a burden would make even the most powerful people in the world tremble.

and…….

Wi Jeong-han's eyes narrowed slightly.

Wei Yanho's steps as he approached the nearest fallen warrior were exceedingly cautious. It was as if he had never been this cautious before.

'I guess so.'

Wi Yeon-ho is still young.

Although I sometimes forget, Wei Yanho is still a young man, barely past his prime. He's just so busy with important tasks that he doesn't feel that way.

A child like that has to decide the lives of thousands. Naturally, his legs are trembling and he's nervous…

“Hey, why are you hesitating so much?”

'How did that kid not starve to death?'

I can't help but wonder. Beggars are supposed to live by their wits. Haven't I repeatedly said that a beggar without wits is a perfect candidate for breaking a pot?

But it was a mystery how such a clueless guy survived without starving to death and rose to the position of a beggar of openness.

“Hey, you beggar.”

"why?"

Just as Wi Jeong-han was about to say something, Wi Yeon-ho spoke with a face full of anxiety.

“You won’t ask, right?”

“…….”

“…….”

Everyone was speechless and looked at Wei Yanhu.

The atmosphere was growing cold, but Wei Yanhu trembled as if he had no interest in the mood of others.

“Hey, you crazy bastard! You’re not even a dog, why are you biting me!”

“Wouldn’t a dog look better?”

“He fell down!”

“What if he suddenly wakes up and bites me?”

“Ah!”

Jang-il curled up in a ball, seemingly frustrated and at a loss. They simply didn't express it, but the others' feelings were no different from his own.

"Hey, Inma! Is now the time to be arguing about that? And you should be talking sense! You're the one who took them all down! So what are you afraid of?"

“Aren’t you afraid of a mad dog?”

Jang-il answered hesitantly.

“……It’s scary.”

“With a stick, catching a dog is no problem. But it’s scary when the dog foams at the mouth and rushes at you.”

“That’s right!”

The angry Wi Jeong-han screamed!

“What are you trying to convince me of!”

“Ha, but the truth is the truth…….”

It's a political party.

I could tell for sure. That beggar had the qualifications to be a beggar of openness. He had such a sincere personality that he couldn't lie.

'Freeze to death.'

Wi Yeon-ho timidly tapped Musa with his toe.

“You won’t have a seizure, right?”

“Hey, you punk! What are you doing to the patient!”

“My child is about to become sick now!”

“Why did you become a patient!”

“What if it gets transmitted through inheritance?”

“Ugh.”

Wi Jeong-han forced the corners of his mouth to curl up.

He had a truly good son. Whenever he felt guilt and regret towards his son, this son would automatically remove those feelings. Thanks to this, Wi Jeong-han was able to feel refreshed and clear-headed.

“I can’t check it right now!”

“Tch!”

Wi Yeon-ho stuck out his mouth. If I could, I'd grab that snout and throw it away. But Wi Jeong-han's intimidation must have worked, and Wi Yeon-ho quietly approached the fallen man.

It's frustrating to see you hesitating, but what can I do?

Wi Yeon-ho glanced at Wi Jeong-han and crouched down next to the fallen man.

“Ugh.”

Then, with a look of genuine disgust on his face, he felt his pulse. He sent energy inward, checking his condition.

“How is it?”

“Will rushing do that? Rice needs to be cooked to be cooked.”

“Are you checking it right now?”

“Hey! Really!”

Wi Jeong-han took a step back, feeling he had gone too far. It might have been unfair from Wi Yeon-ho's perspective, but what could he do if he couldn't trust him no matter how hard he tried? He reaped what he sowed.

Wi Yeon-ho grumbles and pushes more energy into the hand holding the Wanmaek.

“Hmm?”

Wi Yeon-ho's eyebrows narrowed.

After investigating for a while, Wi Yeon-ho suddenly got up from his seat and felt the pulse of another person lying next to him.

After repeating the same action a couple of times, Wei Yanho got up and turned around.

“It seems similar, doesn’t it?”

“With the party members?”

"Yes. I think it's almost the same. The only difference is that back then, the poison was stronger, but this time, it's not as poisonous. Instead, the magic is a bit more intense."

“The magic is so strong…….”

Wi Jeong-han tilted his head.

“So, are you saying it’s different from then or the same?”

"It's both similar and different. Back then, magic was weaker than this. Poison filled that void. I think…"

Wei Yanhu looked back at Zhuge Liang.

"I think what Ink said is true. This is the same disease. And this time, it happened before it was fully developed."

“Why?”

“I don’t know. But, I wonder if it has something to do with the poison.”

Zhuge Liang answered on behalf of Wei Yanhu.

"Considering that all those who had seizures at that time were researching poisons, it seems that a certain poison from the Tang family stimulated their magical energy. That's why they had seizures before the right time."

"hmm……."

Wi Jeong-han nodded.

This ailment causes seizures in those who have mastered a specific magical art, by releasing magical energy. If the poison being studied by the Tang family had similar properties to this magical energy, the seizures could have begun regardless of the intentions of those who spread the Sword Emperor's Treasure.

"Of course, that's not the case. They could have infiltrated Baekgeomseong as a test and instigated a seizure. Given the nature of Sacheon, it wouldn't spread to the Central Plains, and as they're researching poison, they wouldn't look to external factors for any abnormal symptoms. It's the perfect environment for experimentation."

“That’s true too.”

“It doesn’t matter either way. What matters now is the treatment, not the cause.”

Wi Jeong-han nodded. Zhuge Liang's words were correct.

It's important to determine how this happened. However, that's not the priority right now. When something has already happened, recovery is more important than identifying the cause.

“Can you cure it?”

"to……."

Wi Yeon-ho scratched his head.

“There’s something wrong with this.”

“What’s the problem?”

"hmm……."

Wi Yeon-ho hesitated slightly. His expression was strange. He seemed deeply worried, yet there was a strange, inexplicable feeling.

Looking at that face, I feel a sense of unease creeping up.

"What's the problem? Tell me what's really on your mind."

“Well, to conclude….”

"okay."

"Treatment is possible. Well, it won't be that difficult. It'll be treated the same way as last time."

Same thing?

How did Wei Yanho treat you last time? So… … .

“You’re going to suck it up?”

"yes."

Wi Yeon-ho shrugged.

Previously, Wei Yanhu cured the Tang people by sucking out all the poison and magic energy that had permeated their bodies. The magic energy suppressed their vitality, and the poison destroyed their bodies.

“Compared to that time, it’s actually a good situation.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you remember? What was it like back then?”

Wi Jeong-han could only nod. The Tang family members at the time were rotting unconscious. Looking back, their situation seems much better.

“I’m the one who had the seizure properly, so why is my condition better?”

“I think it’s because of the poison.”

"miasma!"

Only then did Wi Jeong-han understand the situation. The Tang people dealt with poison. But humans are not inherently capable of harboring poison. The reason the Tang people could harbor poison in their bodies was because they protected themselves with their internal energy.

However, the magic burst into a fit, suppressing all of his power. Even the most resistant members of the Tang family were unable to handle it. As a result, their bodies melted and rotted under the poison they held.

But they didn't have any poison, so it didn't reach that point.

While the Tang family members took an enormous amount of time to recover after receiving treatment, these individuals will not have to go through that process. This is good news, if anything.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is… Magi is stronger.”

"huh?"

Wi Yeon-ho shrugged.

"Back then, the seizure wasn't so severe that I was able to end it with only a partial loss of my psychic power. But this time, it's different. Instead of the poison, the magic power is strong. And that magic power comes from my original psychic power."

“……What do you mean?”

“Yes, that’s right. If you continue to treat it in the same way, most of your internal energy will be lost.”

Wi Jeong-han's face hardened.

I realized how serious the situation was.

“……Is there no other way?”

“There must be one. But I can’t find it.”

“Ugh.”

Losing your history?

The factor that distinguished the unarmed from the common man was his background. Even the greatest masters in the world, without background, were no different from the average street fighter.

But is it possible to be cured only if you lose most of your stamina?

This was never an easy task. If they were to hesitate, those receiving treatment would end up resenting them.

'What should I do with this?'

Wi Jeong-han's eyebrows narrowed.

“What should we do?”

In response to Wi Yeon-ho's question, Wi Jeong-han opened his mouth heavily.