I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 307

Episode 307: The Fall (5)

"Ugh, ugh… these fucking kids."

The enemy ran without rest until the enemy was drenched in sweat.

Was it survival instinct, or innate meanness? He surveyed the scattered Sabos to the left and right, then flew south alone.

I decided that there would be no one to target me, even for that fleeting moment, when I was alone.

"I have to inform the agent. These kids… aren't the Apostles!"

The enemy, who had hidden deep in the mountains, took a breath and fell into thought.

The foolish and ignorant Myeongsuks might have been fooled by the word Yeonju, but I knew it as soon as I saw it.

"Among the Four Kings, there are no cruel little brats, no evil spirits that sprout new flesh."

The enemy is a merchant. He is a person who cares nothing about his feelings or his way of thinking before profit.

He, too, had secretly engaged in numerous transactions with the Apostolic Society, and so he was well acquainted with their ecology.

The King of Swords.

The King of Ronin, Chusa Kang.

Lion King Mutae.

The evil king.

No one matched the raiders.

"And he even came into the front yard of the Murim Alliance. This is… a traitor. There is a traitor in the Murim Alliance."

My mind was spinning. Who the hell was it?

"Monsters on par with the Death King… If it weren't for the Apostles or the Righteous Sect, would this be possible…"

"It must be a famous school."

"Who are you!"

I was startled by the sudden voice and turned around to see a Honam guy standing there with a smirk on his face.

"If you sense someone's presence, you should either take the offensive or run away. Asking who they are in the middle of all this… isn't that a bit too cliche? Haha."

"Yun…Jae…Sang…"

The red-faced man narrowed his eyes, revealing his anger.

The genius man, who was approaching me with slow steps, tapped my temple and spoke.

"I thought this place was empty, but you're quicker than you look."

"You cheeky little brat… You should have died right there, but you managed to survive."

"Wow, you even released an expensive wall bomb. Are you being a bit harsh towards the person who saved your life? Well, you're just a bit… huh? Haha!"

"Shut up! We must return to the agent immediately and deliver the news. You go and get a horse."

The enemy sat down on the rock with a look of exhaustion on his face.

Although I would like to deal with Yoon Jae-sang right away, I had to return to the Murim Alliance first.

But as I took a deep breath and lowered my head, I saw a shadow looming before me.

When I raised my head again, the genius statue in front of me was smiling, blocking the sunlight.

"Are you deafened by the wall bomb? Didn't I tell you to go and get a horse?!"

"You're definitely stupid. You know one thing but don't know the other."

"But this kid…?"

"Look here, Lord Jeok Danju. What did I say earlier? I said it was a famous school."

So what do you want me to do? The enemy was about to shout at the rising anger, but his throat got choked up as if a lump had formed in his throat.

Wait… … A famous sect? Those who call it a demonic sect like that… … .

"Haha, do you get it now? But you're not a traitor. It was all good when you reasoned with that head, but that's a shame."

The genius laughed, tapping his index finger in the air.

"Wh, what on earth are you talking about…?"

"Just because they're from a famous religion doesn't mean they're all as cruel as those people earlier. Survival of the fittest, the strong prevail. What's the big deal about that? All we have to do is eat well and live well. But."

Hook. The genius's spirit suddenly changed, like a single candle left in the darkness going out.

It wasn't a look of slyness or indecisiveness. It was filled with cruelty.

"If I can only save one, what else can I do? I have to kill him. Isn't that right, enemy leader?"

"Yes, you are a demonic cult…"

"It's not a demonic sect, it's a famous sect."

The moment a golden bet was struck in the hands of a genius. Whoosh, whoosh! The enemy monk's chest was pierced.

"Crack…"

"The Central Plains are now ours. I'll take good care of the Upper Council, so don't worry. Oh, the acting chief and the five members… Is it the three members now? Anyway, they'll come with us, so come out to meet us."

Whoosh. As the genius's piercing hand slipped out, the red-faced man fell onto the rock.

The gray rock turns red.

It was a miserable end for the greatest tyrant in the Central Plains.

* * *

Murim Alliance Rock Carving Underground

Knock, knock. The sound of falling water woke my hazy mind. Phew. I felt my forgotten breath, and the damp scent of the earth came to my senses.

I open my eyes and look, and it's filled with a gray, solid line. The stuffy feeling on my face suggests a blanket.

I realized how ridiculous my situation was, with my hands tied behind my back to a tiny chair that didn't even fit my buttocks.

"Are you awake?"

I sighed as a familiar but unwanted voice rang in my ears.

"Mr. Ma…"

Mr. Ma, the head of the Sacheonhoe Church. Now I remember everything vividly.

After the martial arts competition, I fainted because my energy was distorted.

Yes, that's right.

This man who was miserably captured was none other than Jegalmundeng.

"I've made quite an interesting place in the rock carvings. I thought you might like it, so I brought you here… How do you feel? Do you like it?"

"Haha, I thought you had at least a modicum of morality. Is it inevitable that the Demonic Cult will be destroyed?"

Ma Cheon-so chuckled. He truly is a remarkable man in so many ways. He must know exactly what he's like, yet he's still putting on airs.

Pak. Ma Cheon-so calmly got up from his seat and roughly removed the veil covering Jegalmundeng's face.

A haggard appearance with disheveled hair.

Still, I hoped he'd be a little surprised or flustered. His eyes were calm, without a hint of agitation.

"The Taesa Temple is in a bloody underground cave… I guess this is your taste."

When Ma Cheon-so sat down on the throne again and looked around sneering, Jegalmun easily nodded.

This was a brain jade hidden in a rock carving.

One side was narrowly divided into cells and blocked off with iron bars, and in the center were all kinds of cruel instruments used to interrogate criminals.

Just looking at the blood on the floor, staining it crimson, you can tell what happened. I estimate that dozens of people died every year.

"From what we've found out so far, it seems like they've already explored all the rock carvings. What happened to the warriors?"

In response to Jegalmundeng's question, Ma Cheon-so shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze to the deep pit covered with planks behind him.

The smoke rising up with a rustling sound is unusual.

Jegalmun's face hardened and a deep anger appeared in his eyes.

Wouldn't the owner know what that place meant? It was a cave where criminals were imprisoned and cremated.

"Is this something that the Poison King did?"

"Even if he's a piece of trash and a servant, he's from the same political party… Why would you do that to your master?"

Ha… … A look of relief appears in his eyes.

"then……?"

"I put it in because he was passed out from addiction. Ugh…"

"This burdensome baby!"

Jegalmundeng looked at Ma Cheon-so, who was laughing with his mouth covered, and his blood rose to the top of his head.

It's not a human, it's a baby. It's a demon wearing a human skull.

Even if you try hard, all you can do is… … .

Bang! Crunch! Ma Cheon-so snapped his fingertips, and the gust of wind sent Jegalmun flying ten paces along with his chair before crashing into the wall.

"Crash… crunch…"

I can't even breathe properly due to the extreme pain, so I just open my mouth like a baby carp.

Then, Ma Cheon-so spread out his palm and then gently clenched it.

Wheeeeeek! Chin!

He was sucked right into Ma Cheon-so's nose. His head shook helplessly back and forth from the recoil of the upright chair, and saliva oozed out.

"I was originally going to put you in there and kill you too."

"Huh… Now is not the time to treat me like this. Do you think you can kill me and get out alive?"

"I didn't know you guys would see Myeonggyo as such a rational group. Do I look like someone who would care about such things?"

"……."

"As expected, you're smart. Okay, stop talking nonsense and just listen carefully. I have a question."

Ma Cheon-so leaned forward, clasping his hands together and resting his chin on his forehead. Jegalmundeng, barely able to exhale, looked up at him feebly.

"Looking at the data, it seems there were more than a few people who died by your hand. As expected, you're a piece of trash."

It was just as Ma Cheon-so said.

I examined all the inscriptions found on the rock.

There were many shocking truths that were not revealed in it.

Even if you only look at the nearest place.

"Even when I sent Murong Hui to Cheonsan to investigate you, I knew you would appear. According to the inscription, it says that you encountered the Great Heavenly King while traveling around the sea… but that's wrong. The Ming School knew you would come in advance."

"What are you trying to say?"

"In short, you're saying that they conspired with Myeonggyo and sent you to kill me."

"Conspiracy… That's a word that only applies to you. My choice was a just sacrifice for the greater good. Well, it's like seeing the Buddha with the eyes of a Buddha, or seeing the eyes of a dog with the eyes of a dog. I guess that's how it might seem to you idiots. Haha!"

Jegalmun burst into laughter and confidently wagged his tongue.

"Cause? Is that the extent of your meaning, killing for your own gain? What about sacrifice? They're just cripples who died against your will."

The pillars of the sect disappeared under his wicked brush strokes. It's impossible to count how many he killed.

Ma Cheon-so suppressed his rising emotions and spoke softly while exhaling.

"Well, okay. Back to the main topic. Still, if it's the rock carvings… I thought there'd be at least one clue. But there isn't."

"A clue? Why? Is there still more to be found from me?"

"Contact. There's no contact point that you're in collusion. Even if it's not revealed, whether it's Udo or Namgung Se. Whatever it is, it should be revealed, but it's not."

"What are you talking about? Are you trying to tie me up with the Sadoryeon? Hehe. Stop acting like this."

"Apostle? Heh… Haha! That's not you, it's me."

"Then what kind of contact point is it…."

"Heavenly Palace."

"hmm?"

Jegalmun tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.

Ma Cheon-so also looked at him with a suspicious gaze.

Do you not know? Or are you just pretending not to know?

"Well, you're not the type to be easily offended."

A dark flame rose from Ma Cheon-so's hand.

I don't know what they're trying to do, but it's clear that something terrible is about to happen.

"for a moment."

"Why? Are you scared?"

"That's not it. Heavenly Palace… What does that mean?"

"Why are you like this? You're not answering."

“Could it be…… that you mean the imperial family?”

This kid… …. Ma Cheon-so frowned and dug his finger into his shoulder.

A wild scream erupted, and when I pulled my hand away again, I could clearly see the burn marks from the hem of my clothes to my shoulder.

Ma Cheon-so leaned against Taesa's chair and asked questions as if questioning him.

"Okay. Then let's change the subject. Do you remember your genitals? Surely he wouldn't deny it, would he?"

"Ugh… Zhuge Tong… Are you talking about that kid?"

"Good answer. That's right. Zhuge Tong. A senior member of the Fenglongdae and once considered the greatest martial artist in the world."

"While writing the Cheon Gi Murim Baekseo, Cheon Gija learned that the best warriors were mysteriously disappearing. And he told you about it. That's the story in the epitaph."

After that, he disappeared under mysterious circumstances and ended up hiding in Cheonsan with a deep grudge against Jegalmun and others.

Become the head of the Haomen clan.

This is what Ma Cheon-so heard directly from the person involved.

"Zhuge Tong was killed by you. Why? Because I needed corpses to feed the Red Army. Sacrificial offerings to the Heavenly Palace."

And the last sacrifice for the conception of that enemy was Yang Jagak, me.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about… But that Zhuge Tong kid… He just crossed a line that shouldn’t have been crossed.”

"Huh, you admit to killing the slayer? Why? Do you regret it?"

"What does a mere stray from the Demonic Cult know? Don't get me wrong. I, too, have endured years of sorrow as I sent that child away."

"Military. No, Zhuge Liang. How long are you going to brazenly brag like that? You joined hands with the Heavenly Palace. That's why you erased Zhuge Tong… and also, you killed Yang Zijia."

Ma Cheon-so's intense anger was palpable throughout his body. Jegalmundeng looked at him indifferently and said:

"How strange. The author, the leader of the Demonic Cult, is now mourning the people of the Jeongpa, whose memories have faded…."