I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 246

Episode 246: The Apostle (2)

Taekibang glanced around and nodded his head repeatedly with a serious expression as if he were a member of a sadangpae.

Then he spread out his palms and muttered.

“Well, everyone must be shaking. Even as I speak, my palms are sweaty… I get it. Anyway, leaving that aside. The forces led by the King of Death can be largely divided into ronin, gisaeng, fighters, and gangsters.”

“A fighter?”

“They’re just guys who fight for money. Ronins fight after receiving the reward themselves, but these guys only fight when someone else asks them to. If you just listen to their words, you might think they’re just some worthless rascals. In fact, that’s not wrong. That’s how it was before the King of Death showed up.”

According to the explanation of the Taekibang, each of the four kings had a legendary anecdote within their sect.

The first is Chusa Kang, the King of Ronin.

No one knows exactly where his temple is or how old he is.

He was always there where war broke out, and he was called a "sure-living man" because his unit would always return alive, whether they won or lost.

To the ronin who were just arrow catchers, his existence was a source of faith and salvation.

One day, when his name was becoming widely known.

His legend began when a general named Mong-in happened to hear the news and was displeased with it.

'Huh, you're just a ronin, and you're a lifelong learner! How arrogant of you to know that you're in my grace… … . Oh, really? I'll have to see for myself how long you can live.'

After that, Mong-in drove Chusa-gang to death as if he was nothing.

Once he sent his troops into enemy territory ten times his size, and another time he sent them on a reconnaissance mission into a wasteland, cutting off their supplies and isolating them.

Each time he returned alive, his fame among the ronin only grew.

'Kill him. Kill him. I will kill him!'

In this way, Chusa Kang's death became Mong-in's goal, and he ended up making a choice that should not have been made.

'The ronin are plotting treason. Arrest them all!'

Thousands of government troops surrounded the military camp where a thousand or so Ronin troops were staying.

Everyone complained that it was unfair, but nothing worked.

Trapped in a makeshift prison, the Roninda were forced to wait for the day of their death.

The same was true for the Chusa River.

And the night before the execution, Mong-in secretly went to see Chusa-gang and said.

'Hehe, didn't I say you were a survivor? Why don't you try to survive this time too? Do you know? If you get down on your knees and beg, a miracle might happen.'

‘… … I don’t care about growing old and dying. It’s not my concern.’

'What? You are such an insolent bastard! You think you are so great until the end. Come on. I will kill you in the most painful way. I will tie you head first, arms and legs to a cart and divide you into five pieces.'

'… … .'

'Beg. Beg for my life. Tell the world with your own mouth that your life or death depends on me!'

'… … .'

Hana Chusa Kang ignored Mong-in without showing any particular reaction.

At that moment, when he was so furious that he was about to open the brain prison and kill him himself, Chusa Kang suddenly looked up at the sky and muttered.

'A month has already passed.'

'Kuuuuuu… … Hahaha! Are you losing your mind now that it's time to die?'

Mong-in thought he was talking nonsense out of fear, but there was something strange about the atmosphere.

His eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, seemed indifferent yet eerie.

He said.

'I haven't received this month's allowance yet.'

'Have you ever seen such a crazy guy! What do you mean, traitor? Green?'

'Aren't you going to give it to me?'

'Give me your neck… … Break it!'

'It's a life that has melted to a ronin. That's why I'm keeping you alive. If you won't give it to me… … you must die.'

Crunch! It was from that moment.

Chusa Kang killed Mong-in with a single stroke of his sword and then killed the military officers one by one.

When the sword broke, he grabbed a stone. When the stone broke, he beat him to death with his bare fists.

The horn blew and the soldiers poured out without stopping, and they were killed without stopping.

The ronin who were trapped in the brain prison and watching this were gripped with fear, and those who were lucky enough to escape broke the brain prison and joined the slaughter.

The massacre at Chusa River stopped just as the sun was rising, when one of the military officers, in tears, brought all the grain accumulated in the granary.

The officer was just struggling to survive, but surprisingly, Chusa Kang quietly left the place, carrying only his share of the rust pile.

The ronin gave a shout, each took his share, and followed him away.

At that time, more than a thousand people died by his hands.

It was the birth of the King of Ronin.

“People say that Chusa Kang is a warlord who only cares about money, but that’s not true. I don’t know why he joined the Sado-ryeon, but at least it’s certain that he’s not someone who would easily harm others without a price.”

After Taekibang finished speaking and looked around, even those who had not been paying attention were now listening to his story.

Ma Cheon-so said with a sly smile.

“I guess it came out this time too.”

“Yeah, that’s probably true. I’m the kind of person who never misses a fight.”

The commotion continued. After the Lotus and the Lion King, even the Ronin King was joining this war.

It's depressing just to think about it.

“Keep going.”

After Ma Cheon So's words, Tae Ki Bang then mentioned the name of the Four Kings.

“Lion King Mutae. He was originally the successor of the Gangwonmun sect, but he became obsessed with fighting and destroyed the sect with his own hands. He then went into the black market and became a fighter.”

Mutae. To put it simply, his temperament was like a moth to a flame.

A fighter who attacks without regard for the front or back. The funny thing is that he only attacks those he has caught in his sights with all his might.

There was also a story about how he came to join the Sado League, that he had set his sights on the Sado League and stormed the main camp alone, only to surrender in a half-dead state.

For example, there was an anecdote about three years ago when he was possessed by Baekryo in Sacheon and chased him for several days all the way to Shanxi before returning. He was that crazy about fighting.

“Under him are some fighters called Mutugak, they are very merciless. Other than that, his record is… well, nothing much. It’s just that Ildo-gaek (一刀客) passed away.”

Taekibang said it was nothing special, but it was enough to say that he had killed Ildo-gaek. After all, he was a Taoist priest, one of the ten great priests in the world.

In the solemn atmosphere, Taekibang licked his lips and continued speaking quickly.

“And the evil spirit, the evil spirit, is one of the evil spirits. She’s just… a crazy woman. Even though she’s sane, if she sees a man she likes, she’ll only satisfy her anger by making him her slave, and when she gets bored, she’ll castrate him, torture him, and kill him. She’s in charge of a secret office called Yohwaru. I barely made it into my beauties’ book. Would you like to see it?”

When Taekibang took the book out of his arms and opened it, he saw a picture of a beautiful woman with dark eyes that looked truly evil.

“You came back alive, thank you.”

“I’m not interested in men who don’t suit my personality…….”

The King of Ronin, Chusa Kang.

Lion King Mutae.

The evil king.

Three of the Four Kings have emerged. Now only one remains.

But Taekibang's expression was quite different from before. He was tense and his fear was evident.

He opened it with trembling lips.

“In the last Jeongsa Daejeon, four of the ten great swordsmen of the world passed away. No one believed them. In particular, the news that the great swordsman, the first swordsman of the martial arts, Wiheo Doin, had passed away caused everyone to be heartbroken.”

Baekryo chanted Amitabha, and Umuja closed her eyes tightly.

The best swordsman in the world, Wiheodoin. He was a symbol of the sect along with the Shaolin monks.

I can still hear his kind laughter next to me, but the shock I felt at the time was beyond words.

It wasn't a surprise attack, nor was it a plot. It was a formal showdown in front of everyone. And it was a young Sapha figure.

“Before that, the martial arts world did not recognize the Four Kings. They ignored them because they were just a bunch of rascals with no foundation. But that was a mistake. Those who didn’t know better thought that most of the ten great swordsmen in the world had been defeated by Yeonju, but no. All three of you, except Ildo-gaek, were defeated by him.”

The last day of the King of Death.

Some people muttered in unison.

“Overlord…… Geomchi.”

“That’s right. The true and true best of the Sapa, aside from the Lienju. The soldier of the Sapa Lien, Geomchi, is the last of the Sapa Kings. He is…….”

Taekibang shuddered. And with shaking pupils he spoke.

“I guarantee you, of all the people I know… you are the most dangerous.”

* * *

Guizhou Dong ethnic group village

It was about half an hour before the Apostolic Union's vanguard was dispatched.

The fighters from the martial arts world who were about to go to war were not only nervous, but also constantly drinking and making noise.

“Haha. Did you see that bastard’s expression just now?”

“Yes, I saw it. At Brother Hwaung’s words, he immediately gave in and dropped his eyes.”

“A military brat who only knows how to use his head is the King of Death. The Sado-ryeon is really running around like this.”

Except for a few who agreed with Hwa Woong's bold remarks, most of the fighters tried to force an awkward smile.

Although it was a newcomer who had only been in the business for a year, Mutugak was the one most faithful to the basic principles of the Apostolic Order.

Survival of the fittest, the strong prevail.

Since the ranking was determined solely by ability, Hwa-ung was the eldest among those gathered.

He said, fiddling with his glass.

“This time, I’ll defeat that bastard Geomchi and take the throne of the Dead King.”

“I, but…… Even though I may look innocent to Brother Geomchi, I have three Heavenly Ten Days……”

“Do you think that weakling would have done it with just his skills? Is there anyone who doesn’t know that he bows down to the other kings? He must have had the Black Death bastards poison him.”

"yes……."

“Anyway, watch carefully this time. How I get rid of that kid. Hahaha!”

When Hwa-ung burst into laughter, the fighters also laughed.

Then he jumped up from his seat and went out to see Sophie. Some people wanted to follow him, but he waved them off.

Then he went outside and muttered while leaning against the wall.

“You damn Lienju… You’re a crazy kid. You keep a mouthy kid like Geomchi by your side. Hehe. That’s why you should cut off your arm. You idiot.”

Maybe it was because I was drunk, but I blurted out the words without realizing it. The more I thought about it, the more shitty I felt.

It was disgusting to call someone like Geomchi 'hyung'.

I will make you so great a hero in this war that I will never let you look me in the eye.

With that determination, he lifted his lower body and turned around.

But right in front of me, a dark new model appeared.

“fu*k, what kind of kid is that… What the…. Geomchi? What? Do you have something to say? Why did you come all the way to drain the water and tease me and make a fuss?”

As Hwa-ung continued to shout, Geom-chi stroked his chin and studied him blankly.

But maybe it was because of the alcohol, or because the moonlit night was cold. Something felt strangely chilly. In particular, the sword mark on Geomchi's one eye felt particularly sharp.

“Why? Are you acting like a bitch because of what I said earlier?”

“…….”

“Ugh. That’s right. Anyway, I really don’t like it. Damn, I came all the way to the Sado-ryeon after talking about being a tyrant and a nobleman. But when I actually got here, all I saw were cowardly brats and crazy one-armed brats. Hey. Hey!”

Hwa-ung tapped Geom-chi on the shoulder and pushed him forward.

Then, Geomchi, who had been silent, snickered and said.

“That crazy one-armed brat… That’s not wrong.”

“Kuuuuuu. Isn’t this guy crazy?”

“But Hwa-woong.”

“Remember?!”

Kkwak! Geomchi grabbed Hwaung’s hair and pulled it back in one breath. His two heavy arms, with their tendons standing out, tried to shake off Geomchi’s hand, but he didn’t even budge. No matter how much strength he poured into it, it was impossible.

“Let go. Let go! You little shit!”

As Hwa-woong shouted with bloodshot eyes, Geom-chi looked down at him with a still smiling face.

It's different. It's different from the smile before, it's too different.

He said calmly.

“Didn’t I tell you to be careful with your words?”

“fu*k……Bul! Let go! Let go, you little shit……!”

Shh! Hwaung lifted both feet and slashed Geomchi’s side.

It is very agile compared to its bulky body.

Tak. But in front of Geomchi, it was a stroke of genius. He lightly struck with the back of his arm and then struck Hwa-woong’s stomach, which had risen in a straight line.

“Ugh!”

A loud bang is heard and a cloud of dust rises up.

Hwa-ung's eyes became bloodshot as he felt pain all over his abdomen.

Geomchi bent his upper body while crushing his stomach with his unmoving foot.

"evil!"

A terrible pain, as if my internal organs were being crushed by a boulder. A thousand pounds. No, this is ten thousand pounds.

Hwa-ung barely held his breath as he examined Geomchi.

“My kids just don’t listen no matter how much I tell them to do. It’s frustrating.”

Unlike the upturned corners of his lips, his empty eyes. This kid is real. The nickname of Tyrant is not an empty name. He's going to die. He's definitely going to die.

Fear that I had long since forgotten filled my mind like ink spreading across paper.

Blood flowed from his bloodshot, burst eyes, running down his bushy beard.

“I…… was…… wrong. Please…… save me…… again.”

At his croaking and labored voice, Geomchi tapped his cheek and took his foot off.

“Okay, then. But Hwa-woong, if you do that in front of me one more time, you’ll be killed. Remember that.”

At the sight of his affectionate smile in one eye, Hwa-woong passed out, having peed and pooped.

It will probably be an unforgettable memory for the rest of your life.

The belated astonishment of the fighters who came out continued, and soon after, the military drum signaling the start of war sounded.

Boom! Boom! Boom-!

The sound of the drums spread throughout the mountains, and the vanguard of the Apostolic Corps finally set out for battle.