I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 350

Episode 350: The Truth Revealed (2)

No matter how pale his skin has become, there's no way you wouldn't recognize him.

The same face as when it disappeared.

It really was him.

"That's ridiculous… How could you…?"

"Just let us go. As your friends… I beg you."

Namgung Yena shook her head and took a step back.

Dangpyeongsan was equally surprised. He glared and shouted.

"Does this make sense? How can a dead kid come out of here!"

"Pyeongsan……."

"What are you? What are you, you little shit-!"

Even though his nerves had become dull, Mo Yong-hui felt a pang of sadness in his chest.

"…Our positions, our positions. Everything has changed, but I have never forgotten that you are my friends."

"Don't be ridiculous. That bastard Mo Yong-hui is dead. He was dragged to Cheonsan and killed… No way… You?"

A hypothesis came to Dangpyeongsan's mind.

If he's a zombie. If he's definitely dead in Cheonsan. And if it's really Murong Hui with all his memories intact…

"Yes. I died. And was reborn in this worthless body…"

"When gliding…."

A living jiangshi, indistinguishable from a human except for its subservience to its master. It was the very same jiangshi I'd only heard of through rumors.

"So… that cult leader lying over there is your master? Hehe… What the hell…! What the hell did those kids do to you-! This guy…."

Dangpyeongsan screamed with bloodshot eyes. He was furious and resentful.

I was filled with rage at the fact that Murong Hui, who was more upright and dignified than anyone else, had dared to revive my friend by turning him into a zombie.

If he had fought and died a heroic death, I wouldn't be so angry.

But a zombie? What could be more humiliating to a person of the political world?

"Pyeongsan, I didn't sell my soul to the Demonic Cult as you think. Stop being angry."

"Shut up…! You're dead. You're just a zombie created by the Demonic Cult."

Dangpyeongsan raised the corners of his mouth like he was going crazy, and began to mobilize his internal energy. Then, a poisonous dance slowly began to spread around his body.

"Stop! No! Do you want to live with regrets again?!"

"Regret? What regret? Is there anything more regrettable than you appearing before me as a zombie? Hehe… There's no such thing, you punk!"

"No! There is… Do you want to lose again? Do you want to live in hell, drowning in the guilt of not being able to protect her?"

Mo Yong-hui raised his voice harshly.

And the more I thought back on his words, the more strange a feeling I had.

Do you want to lose again? Do you want to live in hell?

As everyone's gaze fell on him, Mo Yong-hui looked around with a tired face.

Dan Ye-hwa, Yaul-tak, Dan Ya-rang, Dan Si-gang, Dang Pyeong-san, Namgung Ye-na… … .

They are all people who have a deep connection with Ma Cheon So.

At least they should have known.

I didn't want to hide it any longer. No, I wanted to tell you from the beginning.

Even if Ma Cheon So doesn't want it.

Mo Yong-hui turned his head and pointed at Ma Cheon-so. Then he said.

"Now, the three factions are split into two and are in the central plains… but that guy is the leader of the Demonic Cult. His name is Ma Cheon-so."

"ah……."

A desperate sigh escaped Namgung Yena's lips. The hope that it might not be the case was shattered.

“Senior was right… You are nothing more than a zombie subservient to that kid.”

Dangpyeongsan's eyes radiated even darker venom. He must be killed. Now, with his mind lost, is his last chance.

From the dantian, internal energy gradually gathers in the fingertips. Now, all you have to do is grasp it and everything is over.

Half of the Pungryongdae will die, but that doesn't matter.

Kill. Right here, right now.

The moment when Dangpyeongsan's decision was made.

"And another name for this guy is… Gak. Yang, Ja, Gak."

… … What? Dang Pyeong-san’s fingers froze at Mo Yong-hui’s continued words.

That wasn't all. Namgung Yena's mind became confused, as if a boulder had been dropped into her still mind.

There was a ringing in my ears and my focus was blurry.

You misheard. That's nonsense.

But Mo Yong-hui spit out a thunderbolt again as if he was hammering a nail into the ground.

"Macheonso… the current guy is indeed the leader of the Demonic Cult. I won't deny that. But before that, he was the Yangjagak we sent away. He endured two lives alone that you can't even imagine. Both Yangjagak and Macheonso. They were all lives he shouldered. But still… should I kill him? Can I abandon him?"

Mo Yong-hui always wanted to ask.

To the members of the Demonic Cult. And to my friends.

Ma Cheon So can't be what they want either way.

Because Ma Cheon So is a quantum angle, and a quantum angle is Ma Cheon So.

So I asked.

The Macheonso that I cherish so much.

The quantum angle I longed for so much.

If I could become who I am now, with all my memories.

Can you… … handle it?

A gentle breeze blows.

"The first time I met him was… the day I was captured by Cheonsan and on the verge of death. He carried me on his back, still unconscious, and ran, running. He said he would definitely save my pitiful life. He ran, crying for a long time. In the body of the leader of the Demonic Cult…"

Mo Yong-hui began his story, which even he, who was watching from the side, found hard to believe.

In this way, everyone was guided to the edge of the past where Ma Cheon-so lived.

It was bitter, lonely, and resentful.

It gave us a glimpse into his unfortunate life, which forced him to be reborn as the cult leader Ma Cheon-so.

He lost his life in a sect and was reincarnated into the body of a dead cult leader.

The establishment of the Twelve Soming Parties to reform the Demonic Cult.

Fighting against the hidden power called Cheongung.

After being defeated by an unknown person, he returned to the past and came back to life as the leader of the small cult, Ma Cheon-so, with no memory.

And now.

"…Yes. Ma Cheon-so… Gak-i… has become the leader of the Demonic Cult. Perhaps he will live like that forever. He may erase the law and try to create a world of demons. But even if that happens, even if he causes a bloody disaster in the Central Plains as the Demonic Cult leader, I…! I will live as his friend."

Mo Yong-hui's voice was so plaintive. It was sad, painful, and filled with evil.

"Your duty? Do you wish to eradicate the demonic? Then you must overcome me, the Heavenly Demon River Poet. However, if… you will join us. If you will stand by the corner. I will welcome you as a friend. The choice… is now yours."

That's how the story ended.

And then silence came.

Amidst the mixed reactions, no one was able to open their mouths easily.

Dan Ye-hwa looked at Ma Cheon-so with a hazy gaze, her eyes welling up with tears.

I had heard about the quantum angle several times at Pungryongdae.

Namgung Yena's former lover and the son of the martial arts leader.

But more than his shocking past, his unfortunate life and the sight of him lying there in such a shabby state were heartbreaking.

I wanted to go over and give you a warm hug.

Although the expressions were different, the feeling was the same as that of Danshigang.

Cheongung, these dogs… … . I heard a sincere grudge in the swear words that I could not hear.

Dangpyeongsan and Yayultak were so shocked that they had to stand there for a long time with frozen expressions.

And Namgung Yena… … .

"Ugh… Ugh."

He knelt on the floor, covered his face with both hands, and poured out all the sorrow he had been holding back.

Even though my dry lips smiled, they covered my mouth and I wept sadly.

As if the existence of Ma Cheon So-ran had surged deep into his heart, and the dam of emotions he had built up over time had collapsed.

I cried and cried for a long time like a child.

Now, there was no one here who did not believe Mo Yong-hui's words.

He spoke truly, and his message resonated with everyone.

All that was left was… …choice.

"I've heard your story. But shouldn't we face reality now? I doubt we'll have much time left."

And the one who broke the silence was Lion King Mutae.

He neither mocked nor assimilated.

He was as calm as before, and still stared at the fallen Ma Cheon-so.

"I've heard that either the political faction or the demon faction will have to disappear. Don't you think so?"

His words changed the atmosphere.

The Wind Dragon Corps and the Assassin Corps looked at each other warily again, and clenched their loosened fists.

Dan Ye-hwa also came to her senses, raised her head high, and wiped the tears from her nose.

Then he spoke to Mo Yong-hui in a hoarse voice.

"Thank you for telling me everything… But… There are too many ears here. Even ears that don't need to listen."

Woohoo. A huge stake is placed on her sword. A forgotten tension fills the air.

"No matter what anyone says, that person is the leader of the Myunggyo sect. He's just a rascal named Ma Cheon-so who called me a maid. Yang Ja-gak…? How funny. I won't be taken over by a sect like that."

The Pungryongdae felt sorry for her as she glared at them.

After learning about Ma Cheon-so's past, my mind became complicated and my heart ached.

Does this fight have to be this way? Only a suffocating question remains, one that no one can define.

"You there. You said you were the Lion King. You said earlier that one side should disappear. Yes, you're right."

Dan Ye-hwa's body suddenly turned around. But the tip of the sword, draped in a sliver of blue, was not pointed at the Murim Alliance… …but at the throat of the Lion King, Mutae.

"It's you. You're the one who heard things you shouldn't have. You should disappear first."

"Haha, are you talking about me? You're so mistaken."

"A mistake? Don't make me laugh. You came here to take revenge on the Torai Yeonju. Can't you see the situation? Whether that person is a member of the Jeongpa or a Mado. That's our problem. It has nothing to do with you Sapas."

Everyone silently agreed with Dan Ye-hwa's words.

It's just as she said.

Killing or saving is not the issue at hand.

What matters now is what his true intentions are.

The arrow turned toward Lion King Mutae. The Wind Dragon also changed direction, revealing its hostility.

There are no more surprising secrets now.

All that remains is the decision.

however.

"I didn't come to kill the author. I came to get him."

Incomprehensible words burst out from Mutae.

"what?"

"Why do you think the author's only choices are the political faction and the devil?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Look over there."

I turned my head to follow Mutae's fingertips.

Then, a urethra is seen lying quietly next to the Macheonso.

A nobleman with a wicked demeanor who looks as if he could tear apart anything in the world.

Now that I think about it, it's strange.

Why is the noble and heavenly sword that clearly pierced the body pulled out and lying there so neatly?

As the doubts began to grow, Mutae continued speaking.

"The fight between Yeonju and Yang Jagak is not over yet. Ma Cheon-so and Yang Jagak? That's just your wishful thinking. When you wake up, you'll be the master of Sa-pa. Yeonju's spirit has entered that body."

It's a series of shocks.

Now all the conflicts of interest have been revealed.

Mutae didn't come here to kill Ma Cheon-so.

He believed in the spirit of the fraud king that had infiltrated his body and tried to move his body to a safe place.

That's why he was so relaxed even when his enemy was right in front of him.

So this was a real three-way battle.

A three-way battle between the righteous, evil, and evil forces, each trying to infiltrate one person's body and take him over by any means necessary.

It's a total mess.