Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 681

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Taejonbirok Volume 28, Episode 6

Chapter 149: Laziness, Confronted (1)

A cornered rat will bite the cat.

The relationship between Gupilbang and Baekmuhan is too different to be described as cat and mouse, but I think their feelings at the time were not that different.

I don't know either, why they had to do that.

Because no one remembers what happened back then. So much time has passed.

Only Baek Muhan remembers, but no one can ask him. Unless he speaks, no one will know the truth of that time.

But that's just my opinion.

Did they really intend to kill Baek Mu-han?

No, probably not.

I just wanted to let Baek Muhan know how serious our grievances were. We couldn't just keep quiet just because we couldn't communicate.

In their eyes, Baek Muhan was practically immortal, and because of Baek Muhan's existence, the Mangeom Baekga's reputation as the ruler of the world was further solidified.

So isn't that why they wanted to rush in and denounce it?

however…….

When I actually met Baek Muhan, I found out.

I'm saying that Baek Muhan has lost all his powers.

That's how people are. Even if you have completely different thoughts, if there's a delicious fruit right in front of you, you want to pick it.

What if Baek Muhan, who was thought to be unreachable, appeared without power?

There's no way I wouldn't get greedy.

Because we are human.

… … I don't know. It's just my guess. But for whatever reason, it happened.

And that's where the second mistake happened.

If he hadn't used his hand, it wouldn't have mattered, but since he had used his hand, he should have killed Baek Mu-han by any means necessary.

You call me ruthless?

Yes, it may be cruel. But thanks to them missing Baek Muhan like that… … Kang Ho had to bear the brunt of Baek Muhan's wrath.

Even though all those who committed sins were dead and gone, their descendants still had to bear the wrath. It's a truly sad story.

huh?

What did Baek Muhan do after that?

well.

I don't know the exact details either.

One thing is certain… … .

Perhaps Baek Muhan, who had gathered his strength, headed towards Mangeom Baekga. And he must have seen it.

I'm talking about the collapsed Ten Thousand Swords and Hundred Schools.

At that moment, the Sword Emperor who had been protecting the martial arts world became a demon. A demon who swore to avenge his grudge against the martial arts world even if it meant selling his soul…

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It was a strange sight.

A magnificent pavilion.

A magnificent and splendid building, so magnificent that it wouldn't be strange if an emperor lived there.

But that pavilion gave off a very eerie feeling.

Why?

Perhaps it is because there is nothing moving inside the pavilion.

The old man looked at the pavilion with emotionless eyes.

Just two weeks ago.

This hall was overflowing with people.

It was a place where as many as three thousand blood relatives, guests, and servants moved around diligently.

But there is nothing alive here now.

nothing.

“They all disappeared overnight.”

"Several people heard what sounded like a thunderclap. They were too scared to go out."

“I tried leaving the government office, but… well, when does the government office get involved in such things?”

“I don’t know. There’s also talk that he left for another place….”

Left?

If the old man had been an ordinary person, perhaps he could have found hope in those words.

But the old man was too extraordinary to believe that.

I feel it.

The aura of death fills this place.

Every time the wind blew, the doors of the pavilion creaked and cried.

And every time the wind blows, the smell of blood mixed in it becomes so strong that it cannot be ignored.

thick.

The smell of blood was so thick it made me sick… … .

“Grandfather, can I become like you?”

"Brother, please stop. The public's discontent is reaching its peak. Now that you're older, isn't it time you calmed down and acted more gentle?"

“Isn’t Grandpa the best?”

“Please teach me swordsmanship next time, Father.”

Casual conversations.

Conversations that were nothing.

If I had just lived here, if I had just died here… … Conversations that would have had no meaning until the moment of death, just meaningless conversations.

That conversation was now piercing the old man's heart and burning his soul.

Here.

Ten thousand swords and a hundred schools.

He was born here and lived here.

Yes, here.

Here… … .

“…….”

The old man bows quietly.

His body wasn't normal either. One arm had been severed somewhere, with only the sleeves tied tightly together. Another leg was missing, a straight wooden stick replacing its place.

Although it is not visible through his clothes, his body is torn and black and rotting all over.

death.

The inescapable force of death was slowly drawing him closer. The fact that he could still endure the grip of death, which gripped his entire being, spoke volumes about his strength.

one…….

An old man bends down and grabs the dirt on the floor.

The soil of a hundred schools.

When we peel off the whitened soil, the black soil underneath is revealed.

Just a layer.

Even though only one layer has been peeled away, the blood-stained dirt reveals itself, testifying to what happened that night.

"uh……."

The sound comes out through the throat.

Even if you shut your mouth, even if you shut your soul, you cannot stop the sound.

“Uh uh uh…….”

Everything was here.

Here.

Everything about him.

Why do people only know what they have lost after they have lost it?

Why do people regret things only after they have passed?

If I hadn't left my family… … .

If only he hadn't done that useless thing of leaving this place and leaving his mark in the cave!

Everyone would still be standing here.

Chattering, getting angry, singing, and… … .

okay.

just…….

I would have just lived.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…….”

You shouldn't cry.

He has no right to cry.

It wasn't that he was trying to hide his sadness. Having cut off everything from the Baekga clan, he had no right to grieve.

But his soul rejected his will.

Everything inside my body screams, howls, and screams.

“Ughh …

It was more of a groan than a cry.

Dig into it.

His hands moved of their own accord, turning over the covering dirt. His uneducated hands were bruised and bruised by this simple action, but the old man continued digging.

Then he grabbed the dirt that had turned black with blood and let out a scream that was the most unspeakable in the world.

“Ewww!”

Dead.

Everyone died.

Why.

Why!

The anger directed at him was understandable. It was understandable that they attempted to kill him.

But what crime did they commit?

What crime did they commit that they had to die without a single one of them left behind?

Because it's Baek Muhan's family?

For that ridiculous reason, all the babies, even those who couldn't even wean themselves, had to die?

this?

Is this their anger?

Is this Baek Muhan's sin?

“Eee …

A desperate scream.

Unable to bear his own sins, his soul was torn to pieces. Even if he were to fall into hell, he would not experience such agony. It felt like his soul was burning. The excruciating pain, so intense that he wished he could bite his tongue and die, surged endlessly.

This pain.

This sin.

How to handle it.

how…….

“Ugh…….”

Baek Mu-han, sobbing as if he had lost his mind, gathered up the black dirt and held it in his arms. However, the dirt slipped through his fingers and was blown away by the wind.

As if she didn't want to be with him even after death.

As if he would not forget his sins even after death.

“Gangho!”

A demonic voice bursts out, soaked in tears.

“Why!”

Why was it like that?

He no longer had the strength to atone for their sins. They knew it.

But why did their anger have to be directed at Baekga?

Those noble ones.

Those who discuss the Tao, discuss the Dharma, and discuss justice!

Are you saying that they are doing things that even the most horrific demons in the world wouldn't do? They!

“Why the heck!”

Baek Muhan dug into the floor, seemingly out of his mind. His fingernails were broken, and blood gushed from his gaping wounds, but Baek Muhan's hands didn't stop.

Digging and digging… … .

Baek Mu-han, who had been digging the ground as if he would not miss a single drop of blood that had flowed here, lay down on the spot and grabbed the black dirt.

“Ah …

The scream of the absolute ruler who ruled the martial world.

Is this the price you pay for never having fallen to the ground even once?

The reality he has to face is… … .

The pain he had to endure was so deep and dark.

My eyes are blurry.

All the strength drains from my body.

It might be a fitting death.

Everything he had was here. So this must be where he died.

Perhaps the only proper end left for him is to sleep with his blood relatives, now reduced to a handful of bloodstains.

“Huhh …

But can you die?

Can you die?

Bloodshot eyes are glaring.

no.

I can't die.

I can never die until I avenge this grudge.

I will let you know.

How deep his pain is, how hot his anger is.

Baek Muhan's hand grabbed the black soil.

Baek Mu-han, who was staring at the dirt with eyes that were completely red, poured the dirt into his mouth.

“……Don’t fall asleep.”

Let no one fall asleep.

Here.

Yeah, watch from here.

How I destroy this world.

Never fall asleep until I repay you a thousandfold, ten thousandfold, for the pain I have caused you. Watch over me even if you become a ghost.

“I will kill this world.”

I will trample upon all living things, and turn the rivers into blood to console your souls. When all the lands of this world are as black as this one, only then will I return to you and beg for your sins.

Until then… … .

“I am not Baek Mu-han.”

I become a demon.

Because he doesn't even dare to use the surname Baek.

Only when this revenge is complete will he be able to regain the name Baek Muhan.

Until then, he is just a devil.

Tears of blood streamed from Baek Muhan's eyes and ran down his face. No one would be able to discern the once beautiful Baek Muhan in his current state.

Devil.

Baek Mu-han, who had become just a devil, spoke in a voice that seemed to come from a married couple.

“……I’m coming back.”

When Baek Mu-han has the power to burn down this cursed world, he will return.

And all these favors will be erased.

The grip of death that had been gripping his body retreats in surprise at his anger.

The devil, who even refused death, grabbed the blood flowing from his chest.

Choaak.

Baek Mu-han, who had sprinkled his blood on the blackened dirt, reached out towards the dirt with trembling hands and clenched his fist in mid-air.

Don't try to comfort me.

Don't try to be sad.

He has no right to be sad.

Now, having forgotten even his qualifications as a member of the Baekga, he is nothing more than a demon. No demon can touch this precious blood and defile it.

Only after he has completed all his revenge can he be worthy to sleep here with them.

Until then, he cannot die.

You lost your education?

Your body is dying?

What does that mean?

Even death is not permitted to the devil.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

The thunderous sound of light echoed through the empty halls of the Mangeom Baekga.

So sad.

And it was such a desperate madness.