I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 136

Episode 136 Nightmare

In performing a killing mission, acquiring information is a key process that increases the chances of success.

Sometimes I feel a sense of pleasure when I learn a truth I didn’t know before.

Sangang has always been confident in that regard.

‘Today, the color of the food is as mushy as my lower body. The scent is like rotten plums. I guess I got drunk and ate like a dog yesterday and got sick. I’ll stop by the doctor soon. I’ll make a note of it.’

He was the one who didn’t think of anything lightly, starting from the basics.

This time it was definitely the same.

I never overheard their conversation.

But it had to be the result of constant effort, so that the information could be trusted.

But what is this? It was frustrating because I couldn’t understand what he was saying because he said it so openly as if he wanted me to hear everything.

“By the way, are you still having bad nightmares these days?”

At Dongbang’s question, Sangang’s ears lit up, unlike his bitter heart.

I’ve always wondered why he screams every hour. What on earth is he dreaming of that makes him scream like that every hour?

Later on, I started to wonder if this kid was just trying to keep me from sleeping.

“… … This time, he spoke to me again.”

“huh?!”

“But when I wake up, I don’t remember anything. When I open my eyes, my family member is just standing there, holding a knife, just like always.”

“That’s right… … So this time, you had a dream telling you that the leader of the sect was in danger? Who tried to kill him this time?”

“chambermaid.”

“Hehehe… …. There really is only one person you can trust in the Somyeong Palace.”

Dongbang shook his head with a sigh mixed with a laugh at the tone of voice that seemed to say it was nothing.

I don’t know what to call this.

If Ma Cheon-so hadn’t had that nightmare, he would have died a long time ago.

A nightmare I can’t remember.

Someone to talk to.

Every time that happens, the leader of the cult is suddenly attacked.

It was a day that repeated itself as if it were a set routine.

But Dongbang is a doctor and a researcher. As always, his opinions were extremely realistic.

“It’s just a nightmare and a coincidence. Maybe if Taekangjun disappears, you’ll have a refreshing morning. After all, isn’t that guy the one who’s been trying to harm the Sogyoju for a long time? He’s been through all kinds of hardships because of that, so the burden is growing and he’s suffering from nightmares. Also, his keen senses might be sensing the murderous intent and waking him up. It’s a common occurrence for warriors.”

Ma Cheon So nodded subtly at Dong Bang’s words.

“Anyway, keep in mind. Cutting the pulse doesn’t heal wounds, it swallows them like a devil. So, the more you get hurt, the bigger your body will become, and eventually, because your blood can’t circulate, you could die.”

“I know. That’s why I came.”

“Oh, really. Do you think this is that easy? And I don’t have a lot of free time, and I can’t be there every time you need me.”

“It’s noisy.”

Ma Cheon-so frowned and handed over a secret letter. Dong Bang accepted it, nodding his head.

And as soon as I opened it, it froze like ice and spoke firmly.

“Why do I keep falling into the path of death?”

“This is the best.”

“Do you think he’ll move just because of something like this?”

“It will be like that.”

“Oh, really. What do you believe in?”

“persimmon.”

“I’m going crazy. I’d rather… … .”

“Then he’ll hide, and the same thing will happen again. If you want to bleed me to death, then do it. It’s timely.”

Dongbang opened and closed his mouth like a carp, thought for a while, then put it in his arms and turned around.

Then he took a small bottle out of the medicine cabinet and handed it to me.

As soon as Ma Cheon-so put it in his bosom, he closed his eyes and said.

“I’m tired, I want to sleep.”

“Ew, tsk tsk.”

Ma Cheon So closed his eyes tightly. Dong Bang clicked his tongue and went outside.

I glanced to the side and saw Sangang leaning against the wall, looking at me with a complicated expression.

“Kekekeke, I thought you’d run away. Why aren’t you gone yet? Why is your expression like that?”

“… … What is my intention?”

“What?”

“Why are you telling me about your conversation?”

“You idiot. If I can’t even speak in my own house, where on earth do you think I can? It’s the fault of the one who eavesdropped.”

The gaze of the mountain river has become colder. Who doesn’t know that?

The little sect leader knew that he was a murderer, and told Dongbang about it. Dongbang wasn’t surprised, and just kept telling him more as if he wanted him to listen.

My detailed identity will never be revealed, but I have nothing to say if I am dragged into a poison bath and melt down just because I am a murderer.

But the two of them were so calm and relaxed.

why.

Because you think you’ve caught all the fish?

Or, to persuade?

Funny thing! Nothing goes wrong.

No matter how much he came here driven by instinct and emotion, he is still one of the best assassins in the world.

Perhaps because he read the tragedy in Sangang’s expression, Dongbang burst into mocking laughter.

“Kekeke, now I understand why the young cult leader said you weren’t worth killing.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I can tell by the look on your face. Do you think you’re something right now?”

“… … What are you trying to say?”

“Come on. You’re going to lose both your tes*icles after imitating me so poorly. You just do your job. Do you understand?”

Sangang raised one eyebrow and showed his anger.

Ignorance is a matter of degree. If he were to receive a secret order to eliminate the leader of the cult, he would raise his sword without a second thought. He would not think about the consequences.

I wanted to ask if you were confident you could handle this.

I wanted to ask whether it would be possible to say that even after the death of the cult leader.

But.

“Don’t worry. I would never give you the order to harm the Young Master. If I had… … you wouldn’t be glaring like this right now. Hehe.”

Are you using some kind of poison? Sangang answered with a frown.

“… … Are you saying that I died and disappeared?”

“Why? You don’t think so? Huh, tsk tsk. How much do you know about the cult leader?”

Dongbang asked with a rather serious look in his eyes, looking at Sangang who had his mouth tightly shut.

“A savage who enjoys killing and has absolutely no talent.”

“Ugh. Right. That’s not how it’s known.”

“But today I know for sure. It wasn’t incompetence, it was a lack of discipline.”

Sangang repeated the story of the little sect leader he had seen.

Can you call him incompetent? You can’t. You may sympathize with his enjoyment of killing, but even a little conversation with him will reveal his extraordinary qualities.

And this was something that the East regretted more than anyone else.

“Even the Holy Spirit has gone too far. He has given us a talent that can encompass the world, as well as a vein whose origin is unknown.”

He is an unfortunate person.

If it weren’t for the abdication, he would have been respected and loved by everyone as a small sect leader.

But this is a famous school.

Who would acknowledge a cult leader who has not learned martial arts?

“Some may think that the Seven Great Palaces and the Presbyterian Church have no power and are just bowing their heads and hiding… … but that’s wrong. The power of the cult leader and the Gwangmyeong Five Wisdoms is overwhelming, so they just follow. But think about it. If the cult leader were to step down like this, what would happen then?”

“I heard you’re still recovering.”

“That’s true. But is that the case with people’s hearts? Even you, the one who calls yourself Salsu, are wavering like this. Heh heh.”

Dongbang sat down with his back against the wall, letting out a bitter smile.

When Sangang looks down at him with a blank expression, he nods as if telling him to sit down.

Phew. I let out a sigh and sat down next to him. Dongbang continued talking.

“The era of peace will collapse, and a battlefield will unfold. Someone will try to dethrone the Young Leader, and someone else will try to use him. That’s why the Gwangmyeong Five-Ways could not tolerate this.”

“So you’re saying that you’ve been sending assassins all along?”

“It probably wasn’t his intention to kill. He tried hard to fix his bloodline and advised the leader to find a successor. But no matter what he did, it didn’t work, so eventually, he grew resentful of the leader, increased surveillance, and even made threats.”

“Really… …what a shitty life.”

The bitter scent of the mountain lingered at the tip of my tongue.

Has the leader ever had a grudge? Not at all. He was just born that way and lived that way.

He himself did not want this kind of life.

The successor of a famous school. I thought he would be different, but he is not different at all.

“Kkeu keu. You’re not the type of person who suits the world of water. If you’ve only been in the water for a short time, you should’ve gotten out of there early.”

“… … .”

It’s already too late. Sangang swallowed the words he couldn’t bring himself to say. Today, it feels especially bitter.

“Does your cult leader know all these facts?”

“You wouldn’t know… … . The young cult leader doesn’t show it at all, and the military and the messengers on the left and right are blocking in front.”

“I don’t understand. If you didn’t like it that much, you could have gotten rid of it earlier. You’re a child who hasn’t even learned martial arts.”

“Do you think that conflicts of interest can be easily resolved like splitting a pheasant’s leg? There is no need to doubt the loyalty of the military. He thinks that if the Gwangmyeong Five Guards collapse, he will not be able to properly discipline his family right away. But since Cheonmadaeju has been so opposed to the abdication of the Young Leader, what can we do? We have to convince him. Besides, if the Young Leader dies in Cheonsan, how will we deal with the aftermath?”

“So… … you’re saying that sending a murderer who didn’t even know martial arts was to convince others?”

“Because a test for qualification and a death are different.”

“Everyone is crazy… … .”

“Well, that’s all the military and the left and right wing sent. Of course, there were some dangerous guys too.”

“Then what happened to them?”

Even after asking, Sangang thought it was a really stupid question.

If they had been defeated by them, the cult leader would not be here.

“The palace of Somyeong has become food for hungry wolves. Tsk tsk.”

“The Huns… … .”

Sangang shook his head.

It was a complicated relationship that he could never understand even after he died.

It was Gwangmyeong Owi who drove the little sect leader into a corner and drove him crazy.

But it was also they who kept him alive.

It was a dangerous border.

A place where, like a light in the wind, the moment a military decision is made, life will be lost.

“But now that the Heavenly Demon Lord has disappeared, and the Young Master has started to wander outside the palace… … .”

Rather than a weak threat, I will plan a perfect massacre.

“Yes, and you are the final ultimatum and courtesy sent by the military. So there’s no way I’d order the murder of the cult leader to someone like you who knows nothing. Do you understand? Hehe.”

At Dongbang’s words, Sangang came to his senses.

Secret order.

I had a feeling that someone I was going to harm would be the one to start this fight.

A battle of wits between the best brain of the demon lords, Taekangjun, and the leader of the small cult, Macheonso.

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“Kkeul keul, only the sect leader would know. You just have to keep one thing in mind. You just have to do your best in your role. Do you understand? He will wake up in two hours, so take good care of him. If he comes back alive, I will give him a bundle of hemp.”

Dongbang laughed heartily and left.

Sangang sat there for a long time, lost in thought.

* * *

It would be meaningless to divide the degree of suffering that humans can endure.

The constant burning pain felt throughout the body in a space where the hands of the clock have stopped is something that is difficult for a mere child to handle.

Whoosh whoosh.

It was extremely dark and hot flames enveloped my body.

It was no use waving my hands in agony. The flames spread down the back of my hands and through my entire body.

‘Rather… … kill me… … .’

Ma Cheon-so has always been here since before he opened his eyes to the world.

There was no way out, and the eons that seemed like eternity passed by in an instant when I woke up, making me forget this place.

And then when you fall asleep again… … .

The nightmare reoccurs and memories come flooding back.

That he suffered in pain every single day without fail.

‘What on earth do you want… … . What do you want from me!’

I shouted and shouted, but there was no answer.

In the dark flames, only the eyes of the evil spirits are staring at him.

There is only one moment when he speaks.

‘Go back… … .’

It was only when the real body was threatened.

Dongbang dismissed this as a delusion, but Ma Cheonso knew.

This is not just a hallucination, but a demon parasitizing within your body.

‘Tell me what you want… … . I’ll do anything… … Please… … tell me… … . Tell me!’

Even tears are burning and won’t come out.

He also knows full well that his struggles are meaningless.

But I couldn’t endure it unless I did something like this.

Even if you want to go crazy, you can’t go crazy, and even if you want to die, you can’t die.

This place was absolute hell.

When I was writhing in pain like that and my mind was going blank.

Something unbelievable happened.

[… … find.]

‘……what?’

[… … Be sure to find it. I will help you.]

I heard it clearly in the blazing noise.

A word used when a demon wishes something of oneself.

It was the first time.

I didn’t tell you to go back, I told you to find it.

And then the fire that burned even my heart engulfed my body again.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

“Find… … ?”

Ma Cheon-so muttered as he woke up from his dream.

I remember… …

What kind of nightmare did you have? What was in it?

And what that demon said to me.

“Find… … ?”

The year I turned ten.

For the first time, the thread between nightmare and reality was connected.