I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 57

Episode 57: Eternal Unchanged

“how…….”

Halfway up the cliff of Miinbong.

Taeyong bit his lip and looked down the cliff.

It was an unexpected situation.

The wind that swept over the cliff every hour came in faster than expected.

“Are you going to stay here and be stupid?”

Shigang grabbed Taeyong’s shoulder tightly. He had to go down and rescue him even now.

But once the wind starts blowing, it takes half an hour for it to die down.

Moreover, the movement time of the fog has also become faster. Soon, the cliff will be covered in thick fog.

If you go down without thinking, the number of swords stuck in the grave will only increase.

“Everyone. Wait… … .”

Taeyong finally blurted out the words that had been stuck in his throat for a long time.

For now, this is the best we can do.

“Are you… serious?”

“There’s nothing we can do. Right now, the leader has to hold on… … .”

“You little punk!”

Shigang grabs her by the collar and presses their foreheads together. Hold on? If it were Danjiho alone, he could do that.

But there were his subordinates. The leader would never let go of his leash, and he had to take on five first-class warriors and a crazy cult leader.

If I do that and get swallowed up by the fog… … .

It was dizzying just thinking about it.

“f*ck… … . Are you kidding me? I’ll be back.”

“Danshigang-!”

Phew!

Shigang, unable to suppress his volcanic emotions, rushed forward.

Wheeing!

Danshi River disappeared from sight in an instant.

“capital punishment!”

“Kiyoooot!”

Danbong and Danyeok followed him and jumped down the cliff.

Taeyong shut his eyes tightly and trembled at the tip of his chin.

And then he opened his mouth in a solemn tone.

“… … The Sword-less Assassin Squad.”

The eyes of the crew members are filled with determination, as if they are asking for a quick answer.

Taeyong opened his eyes wide and took a step forward.

“We’re starting the operation now. The goal is everyone’s survival. Search every single one… … without leaving anything out.”

“yes-!”

“yes-!”

Taeyong turned his gaze to the distance.

The invisible fog slowly approaches.

There’s only about an hour left to get here.

I had to find it in there.

Phew!

Dan Tae-yong flew. His crew members followed him.

The rescue operation of the assassination squad has begun.

* * *

The wind died down and no one died.

To be exact, I hit a wall and hung on the cliff, unable to move any further.

Although the Danyarang and restricted crew members have not yet woken up, there have been no major problems.

Now all we have to do is join the assassination squad, and then everything will be over.

“Why is there no end?”

I started climbing the cliff without any plan, but it was covered in fog and I couldn’t see beyond the three steps. So I couldn’t tell where the end was.

But clearly, this was a distance that should have been enough to reach the top.

But rather than ending, it felt like I was just standing still, like Mia in a maze.

“Little Master, what do you see?”

As I lowered my head slightly, Danyarang’s face popped out from the mist.

“at all.”

“What should we do now? I heard that no one has ever been trapped in the fog and escaped… … .”

That must have been it.

I think it was created that way from the beginning. But… … .

“You’re better at climbing cliffs than I thought?”

“Oh, this. Haha… … . That’s right.”

I looked at the guy carefully and became lost in thought.

‘I told you he’s a strange guy.’

Even though the weight of the warriors hanging below must be considerable, they act without any hesitation.

It wasn’t because I had great strength or great internal energy.

When I first saw him, I could tell that his internal energy was top-notch, but he seemed accustomed to the cliffs, as if he had been living there for a long time.

Even now, looking at him, he looks like he’s stuck his shoes out on the cliff with his toes up like an eagle, and his arms are crossed over his chest.

I suddenly became curious.

“Why did you do that?”

“yes?”

“That string. I think I could have gotten up without it in the first place.”

“Ah… … . That’s… … . There’s no need to show it.”

“I’m terrible at swordsmanship. I have five senses like an animal… … .”

Danyarang smiles awkwardly.

He was looked down on just because he lived on Miinbong Peak, so it seems he didn’t want to cause a fuss by revealing that he was good at climbing cliffs.

“Then the little cult leader… … why… … .”

“what.”

“Why are you here?”

“The princess told me to go.”

“That’s not it. Everyone thinks that the Little Leader is only… …first-class.”

“however?”

Danyarang continued speaking, carefully observing the situation.

“In a religious sect, power is important, but for a minor sect leader… … compared to his status… So.”

“Nothing much?”

“Yes… … . But what you showed me earlier… … was really different. It was flying through the air, scattering sparks… … .”

Yarang looked excited, like a child in a dream.

“If only it had been revealed, no one would have dared to ignore the Little Leader. It was the same during the Bronze Devil era… … No way?”

No way, what.

“Are you enjoying it? Is it something like the pleasure you feel when you see the weak?”

I thought it was a mess, but it’s going in a strange direction.

Am I a pervert?

“In your opinion, what level of skill do I have?”

“Isn’t it… the climax?”

I snickered and patted the guy on the head.

“Just because you have high martial arts skills doesn’t mean everything will be solved. Of course, someone might kneel down just because I’m stronger than them. But it’s not because they believe in me or because they have the same purpose.”

“I don’t understand. Isn’t it enough to just be strong? Just trust that person’s strength.”

The justification for the Ming school is power. But this story was not limited to that place.

Power meant status in the martial arts world.

The world of martial arts is one where farmers become nobles after working their entire lives and attaining enlightenment.

Whether it is the Myonggyo, the Murim Alliance, or the Sadoryeon, it cannot be avoided anywhere.

But that doesn’t make it an absolute rule.

To uphold someone’s will. To protect someone. Or to protect where one belongs.

They have led history by fighting and fighting again, ignoring the difference in power and opposing it.

Therefore, the purpose of the political party is not power, but protection.

If not.

“Who told me that I would not bow down to power?”

You will just become a dog that obeys power.

“that……!”

“Following and protecting are two different things. Those who wish to follow submit to the throne, but those who wish to protect stand against the throne. Also, my sacrifice to protect the peace of the many is… … .”

The foundation of the party and proof of my existence.

“It is a cause.”

Danya had a serious expression on her face, as if she was deep in thought.

According to the doctrine, the original purpose of Myeonggyo was to break away from the caste system and to create a life where everyone could live equally and without persecution.

However, there was a group of powerful people who condemned and tried to suppress them. They could not forgive those who opposed their authority.

So I had to build up my strength to fight back.

In order to become stronger in a short period of time and to protect himself, Mingyo chose magic. And he succeeded.

They settled in Cheonsan and created their own sanctuary.

Who would have thought that one would be consumed by that expanding power, lose one’s sense of purpose, and become tainted by evil?

“Myunggyo was created to create a world where there is no discrimination in the basic values of life. Is that still the case today?”

“… … .”

Yarang still has a look on his face that says he hasn’t found the answer.

I can’t make a judgment right away.

But I hoped that one day I would find my own right answer.

I chuckled and raised my internal energy.

The Heavenly Horse God is like the primordial flame that burns everything.

An omnipotent power with no such thing as compatibility.

All martial arts require preparation to develop internal energy by circulating the Imdokyang vein. However, Cheonma Shingong does not even allow this.

Just raise it to Baekhoehyeol as much as you need and spread it all over your body.

therefore.

It’s absurd to think that something like this fog can stop me.

Woohoo-!

The power of the aerobics reaches from the Geukmunhyeol to the Naegwanhyeol. I pointed to the sky with my palm.

Okay then.

Kwaaaaah!

With a loud roar, crimson flames engulfed the mist.

*“The fog… … has disappeared?”

When the wind died down, Danjiho did not rise, but entered the mist.

When I realized the line was cut, I jumped without any hesitation.

And after wandering around for a while, I strangely witnessed the fog disappearing as if it was burning away.

“What on earth is going on?”

The chances of survival for those who entered the fog were zero. There was only one person, and as more people died, even that would decrease.

Even he himself was wandering endlessly in the fog, wasn’t he?

I looked around again.

The fog that had burned away seemed to be taking hold again, as if it was growing again.

‘Let’s go over there first.’

Danjiho began to climb the cliff with all his might.

* * *

The place I climbed up to after forcibly clearing the fog was a completely different place from the gloomy place I had been in before.

It was so beautiful and fertile that I thought this might be the place where the Peach Blossom Spring mentioned in the Peach Blossom Spring Chronicles took place.

The tall, lofty trees stretched tall and tall, and bright rays of light poured down from the clear sky.

The pond filled with floating lotus flowers was kept transparent by the turning watermill.

Even the fog surrounding the area in search of distant prey did not invade this place as if it were an unwritten law.

“Here… … .”

Danyarang looked to one side and muttered in disbelief.

It was the same for me.

because.

“It is a place where people lived.”

This was because the houses made of bamboo were neatly placed.

“Wait here.”

“Oh, where are you going?”

I ignored Danyarang’s question and walked towards the house.

It was weird from the start.

A thick mist that cannot be detected even by the Heavenly Demonic Spirit. Dense air that clings tightly.

And the familiar feeling I felt the moment I entered the fog.

‘It’s definitely similar to the smell I felt at the Unmarried Women’s Law.’

This place, filled with artificial scents, was clearly a place where a tactic was being carried out.

However, there were still questions.

‘Is it even possible to deploy this kind of formation in such a large place?’

I had a strong feeling that the answer to that question would be in that house.

Squeak.

The rusty door, which must have been abandoned for a long time, creaked open.

“There is no such thing as a deserted house.”

The inside of the house, covered in dust, was plain and bare, and full of signs of destruction.

The walls are cracked and the floor is covered in faded, torn rose paper.

The furniture had lost its original shape and its limbs were torn and scattered.

“There probably aren’t any bandits on Mt. Miinbong.”

What the hell happened? It was such a mess that it was hard to even step.

As I entered the small room, I saw traces of the owner of this place.

A pile of rice paper, as if embroidered on the floor.

I picked one up and opened it. It was covered in indecipherable writing, as if a child had scribbled on it.

It was the same even if I picked up another piece of paper with a frown.

“Was there a three-year-old child living there?”

After looking at a few more, I headed to the last remaining room.

Squeak.

As expected, the room was empty and had nothing in it.

The moment I was about to turn away in disappointment, my steps stopped.

I was breathless.

It was because of the writing engraved on the wall.

As expected, it was a terrible handwriting, but this time I could clearly read it.

【Eternal unchanging】

I couldn’t believe it. The content didn’t even register in my head.

Only that phrase consumed all my nerves.

How could I forget?

His traces were first discovered in Cheonma-dong.

‘After death, one will live forever.’

His words that had been stuck in a corner of my mind became one with the words written before my eyes.

It’s definitely his handwriting.

Machunso.

The little cult leader who was originally the master of my body.

He.

Was here.