I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 94

Episode 94 Nothing has changed

Dan Ye-hwa, who entered the fifth annex under Eul Ha-ryeong’s guidance, felt uneasy.

I didn’t want to come in the first place, but when I heard that the leader of the cult had arrived, I had a headache over what to say. Break up. Break up. Die. All sorts of words were running through my head.

however.

“You just left me behind and left again? Huh? Are you ignoring me?”

The leader of the cult is out again.

What’s more, he doesn’t even look at himself.

Dan Ye-hwa muttered to herself in front of the assassination squad in the spacious living room. It was that absurd.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Miss. He must have his own circumstances, so please calm down.”

“Taeyong is right. There must be a deep meaning to it.”

As Dan Tae-yong and Dan Ji-ho continued speaking, she widened her eyes and answered with one corner of her mouth raised.

“Now. Are you taking that human’s side again?”

“Miss, what kind of person is this? Ugh… … . You have to take care of urgent matters first. No, if you have to take a dump, you take a dump first, or do you wash your hands first? Isn’t that right, Dan-ya?”

“Yes, that’s right. Death penalty!”

Danshi River and Danya River also joined.

Then the corners of her mouth became darker.

“You guys… … What the hell is going on? Why do you keep taking that guy’s side? Huh? Tell me.”

Sreung. When she pulled out her sword, Danjiho waved both his hands as if to tell her to put it down.

“Oh, calm down for now. You have to put the sword down before you can talk. And what those guys said was never wrong. He has his own circumstances… … .”

“Brother, please be quiet.”

Dan Yehwa’s sword blade swept across Danjiho’s Adam’s apple. This is real. Gulp. Danjiho’s Adam’s apple rippled.

“I am your flesh and blood.”

“What about blood relatives? They’re kidnappers.”

“What are you talking about again… … .”

“It’s noisy.”

As she screamed, Danjiho spoke hurriedly with a serious expression.

“First of all, calm down. He is not someone you can easily talk to… … .”

“소교주 개새끼.”

She blurts it out without any hesitation. Her eyes are full of murderous intent.

“What kind of nonsense is this!”

“이게 왜 망언인데! 개새끼, 소색귀. 망나니 새끼! 남들 다 그렇게 말하는데 왜 나한테만 그래!”

“I think you’re seriously misunderstanding something… … . That person is… … the incarnation of the Heavenly Demon!”

Danjiho confessed a secret that he could not tell. The assassin nodded with a hardened expression.

“He must be the world’s greatest bastard. How funny.”

But to Dan Ye-hwa, she was just a pervert who only knew herself. She jumped up and flew in at a fast pace.

“Stop it!”

“If you stop me… I’ll cut you all down! I warned you.”

Shhhhh!

Her sword drew a dazzling semicircle. It was simple, elegant, and clean.

“this!”

Although he was not as obsessed with swords as Danjiho or Danjeonghak, his natural talent was truly harsh.

Five assassins blocked her sword, but she kicked the blade away with dazzling kicking techniques, kicked his shoulder, and finally, she struck the back of Danbong’s head with her foot, then broke the spear and ran away.

“Catch him!”

The leader of the sect has gone out, and Dan Ye-hwa has escaped.

* * *

Myunggyo Ilbong Gwangmyeonggung

Long ago, when Mingjiao first set foot on Cheonsan.

It is said that the investigator, Cheonma, fought an evil dragon for a hundred days while it was crouching in a huge crater from which lava was spewing out.

It is said that when the heavens and earth roared and the evil dragon died before the omnipotent power of the Heavenly Horse, the volcano became a fertile land and the Palace of Light was built in its place.

It is truly an absurd myth, but when I looked down at the peak from the top of the thousand steps, I was struck by a strange sense of emotion by the sight of tiny houses the size of fingernails huddled together on the sunken ground.

“If there was an evil dragon living down there, how much would it cost?”

There are even jokes for no reason.

“Young Master, you know that’s all a lie, right? Where in the world can you find a dragon? Oh my… … . I was just going to use lightness, so why did you insist on walking here?”

Yaul-tak, who followed behind, frowned and wiped away his sweat. Despite what he said, it seemed like he wasn’t using his internal energy as instructed by Hyul-ra. It also seemed like his skills had improved considerably.

“Why, there might be a dragon or something.”

“Oh my, you say the earth is round.”

“What are you talking about?”

“gibberish.”

Why on earth did you bring this guy here?

Originally, Hwi said he would come with me, but I shook my head.

‘It’s not that far, so it’s okay. And you, you have something to talk to your senior about, right?’

‘… … .’

‘Let’s talk. I’m also upset that my senior ended up like that, but I think it’s probably Jegalmundang’s doing.’

‘Is it real?’

‘It doesn’t seem like a lie.’

‘……i get it.’

Hui was closer to Senior Zhuge Liang than I was to him… … so he must have a lot to say.

“Oh! Gwangmyeonggyo!”

I woke up to Yaul-tak’s shout and looked straight ahead.

《Gwangmyeong Bridge》

At the end of the dirt road, the only sign revealing the identity of this place hangs on a large pavilion.

The heart of the famous sect where the leader resides.

It’s Gwangmyeong Palace.

I was reborn as a demon and fainted when I saw that. But now it feels so familiar, it’s really strange.

To the right, you can see a forest path leading to Cheonma-dong, and to the left, there is an uphill path along the rock wall leading to Cheonma Library.

“Meet the young sect leader!”

“Meet the young sect leader!”

A military uniform with the words “Cheonma” engraved on the chest. It is called Gwangmyeong Cheonma Dae.

I wasn’t particularly surprised because I had already seen people standing at the entrance to the stairs.

“I owed you a favor the other day.”

If I think about it, these were probably the first people I met when I came out of Cheonma-dong.

Maybe that’s why I felt affection for him for no reason. Anyway, how absurd it must have been to carry the unconscious leader all the way to Somyeonggung Palace.

Gwangmyeongcheonmadae simply bowed its head without giving any answer.

Then, as a man walked towards Gwangmyeonggung Palace, they made their way to the left and right.

A person whose clown face stands out.

“Who is this? Aren’t you the little cult leader? Haha!”

“Non-seik… … .”

Gwangmyeongcheonma Daeju Biseiik.

I can’t help but frown. When you were angry and wanted to die at Mangwon Guesthouse, do you smile so kindly just because you took off your mask?

“Oh, you seemed to have lost your memory… … It seems you’ve regained your memory. Prince Yelü has come with you as well.”

“Yes, it’s been a while. How have you been?”

“Haha, we’re always the same.”

It seems that Yul-Tak is also quite close with him.

Bisaiq pushed aside his men and asked in a friendly tone.

“But what brings you here? I was planning to come and see you sometime soon anyway.”

“You me?”

“It makes me sad to hear you say that. But I have spent a long time by your side, Master.”

What the hell is this? Why am I with you?

“Was it like that?”

Let’s take a look at the Yal-Tak. It doesn’t seem like a lie. It seems like Bi-Se-Ik and I were close.

“Oh, oh. It seems like your memories aren’t completely intact yet. Well, we’ll just have to get them back together little by little… … .”

The corners of Bisek’s mouth twitch. That expression, it was the same then, but the more I look at it, the more it looks bad.

He took a step closer and looked up at me like a viper.

“I heard you went to Birugol?”

“so?”

“If you need anything, just let me know, right?”

“What kind of thing.”

“Haha… …. Are you sure you don’t remember that either?”

It seems that this guy was really close to me. It’s a well-known fact that Ma Cheon So was a crazy person. The thing the author is talking about is definitely Mt. Mihon.

“Well, that’s fine… … Did you happen to meet someone named Eul Tae-sik there?”

“well.”

I answered calmly, but was greatly surprised by the unexpected question.

It would be natural for Hyul-ra to know since he was the previous leader… … But how much do you know and ask?

“It’s nothing. I owe you a great debt of gratitude.”

“You find your benefactor quickly.”

“I only recently found out that he was in Birugol.”

His appearance, with a sorrowful face, clearly shows that he is trying to repay a favor.

But I saw his other side.

“Non-s*xy.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“There was something I really wanted to ask.”

“Please give your order.”

“Birugol. Is that your handiwork?”

Bisek’s eyelids went up and his tiny pupils shook violently.

“Haha! I guess… … this isn’t a good place to vent. I’ll come see you soon.”

“No need to do that. I’ll call you.”

“Okay, I’ll prepare whatever you like.”

His brows rise, and the corners of his mouth are grotesquely torn.

It’s not malicious. It’s more like goodwill. It feels like I’ve found a good sucker.

“Okay. I’ll wait.”

Bisaiks took the lottery. Without even looking at him, I headed to Cheonmaseogo with Yaryutak.

* * *

The Gwangmyeong Library, newly built deep in the basement of the Somyeong Palace, was filled with countless books, just like the royal library.

The wide space was filled with bookshelves measuring eleven characters, so first-time visitors would get lost.

And if you go to the inner end, there is a space where the military commander Zhuge Tong stays.

Perhaps because of his taste, this place was no different from what he had seen at the old Gwangmyeong Library.

The walls were filled with portraits, and in the center stood a single bookcase.

This is a place where no one is allowed to sit, so there isn’t even a single chair left, but today, for some reason, there are two teacups on the table.

“It seems like you have nothing to say. Would you mind taking a leave now? I don’t think it would be very pleasant to have a conversation with the dead.”

Despite Zhuge Tong’s sarcasm, Murong Hui silently looked down at the teacup below.

The glass that was full has completely cooled and is not even giving off steam. How on earth did it end up like this?

“Are you deaf now? Or are you just trying to ignore me?”

As Zhuge Tong spoke with anger, Murong Hui slowly raised his head. His mouth opened for the first time.

“Did you say black o?”

It was clearly a dry tone, but it sounded cold and sorrowful. Zhuge Tong frowned and answered more harshly as if denying it.

“Is that all you came here to ask? You worthless bastard.”

“Do you know about me?”

“Should I know?”

“I am the Wind Dragon Lord, Mo Yong Hui.”

Zhuge Tong was speechless for a moment. How could he not know Murong Hui? However, he was the one he wanted to deny right away.

“……so?”

“No matter what you want, you can’t touch the Murim Alliance.”

“Why? Do you want to imitate the political party here too?”

“It’s not an imitation. No matter how hard you try, you can’t erase that kind of spirit.”

Even after being in that state, he was still talking about the Jeongpa. Zhuge Tong burst into laughter. The fragments of emotions that had been torn apart and lost their shape were emitting light from somewhere inside.

Sadness, joy, regret, and vagueness. It is a rebellion of useless emotions that have been buried and left behind. Things that are more meaningless than a stone on the side of the road that will disappear in an instant.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you are a Heavenly Demon Lord who is subordinate to the cult leader. Hehe.”

“That’s right. But it’s also an undeniable fact that I’m Mo Yong-hui.”

“Is that so? Then, after you’ve stained the Murim Alliance with blood with your own hands, can you still say that confidently? Or, after your heart bursts at their hands? Hehe. Hahahaha! Don’t get me wrong. That kind of spirit? That’s just an illusion created by the hypocritical Jeongpa guys.”

Zhuge Tong’s venomous words, almost like a scream, seemed to darken the atmosphere around him.

How much evil must someone without even a shred of inner strength have to be to display such spirit?

Mo Yong-hui looked at him with a complicated expression and slowly opened his mouth.

“So… … did you become like this too, senior?”

“what……?”

Zhuge Tong’s momentum froze and he became deeply embarrassed.

“Cheon Gi-ja, Zhuge Tong. Did you think I didn’t know my senior? How on earth did it turn out like this!”

I know myself. Mo Yong-hui… … knew me.

Zhuge Tong bit his lip and turned his head away. There was no such thing as an eternal secret, but he hoped that at least until he took off the veil of the Zhengpa, he would not know.

The reason I brought up the Murim Alliance in the Somyeongjeon was because I wanted to know what Murong Hui was thinking at the moment.

But… … nothing had changed. Mo Yong Hui had become a Heavenly Demon in appearance only. On the inside, he was still the righteous man he remembered.

“… … Even if you recognized me, it wouldn’t make a difference. You are a Heavenly Demon, and I am just a soldier of the Small Cult.”

“Senior… … . Please tell me. Why did you end up in this Demonic Cult?”

Murong Hui held Zhuge Tong’s hand and pleaded. After a moment of silence, he pushed his hand away and spoke coldly.

“That’s just a story from the past. Remember. The Murim Alliance is an enemy we must eliminate.”

“Senior-! That… is that something you have to say? Is that something a senior who has devoted his entire life to the Pungryongdae would say!”

“Look at you and me now! What did the Murim Alliance do while we were here? While you were being held captive and tortured, the Murim Alliance held a martial arts competition and soaked in alcohol and oil. Hehe. Do you still feel sorry for those people? You’re so fast!”

“It’s not all about the Murim Alliance. It’s not because of that that we supported the Pungryongdae! Were we not there to practice what we thought was right? To be tied down to a mere organization and talk about the Demonic Cult? Is this what you were talking about?”

Zhuge Tong felt his bones breaking as he was struck by Murong Hui’s sharp words.

Because that’s what I told him in the past.

‘Hwiya. Do you think that the Blue Dragons, who go out to fight for their own cause, are the righteous? You’re wrong. The righteous are not bound by politics, and they put the right thing into practice.’

Hui never forgot for a moment the story that Zhuge Tong had told him when he met him at Murong Se-ga.

That was also the reason why he, the Grand Duke, applied to Pungryongdae.

but…….

“Mo Yong-hui. As someone who was once your senior, I have some advice for you. Eradicating the Murim Alliance is one of the great undertakings of the Demonic Cult. Don’t try to stop it. If you do, I will definitely eliminate you first.”

“Senior… … . You can go back. You will definitely do so. Even now, let’s correct what was wrong… … .”

“It may be hard to accept now, but you will soon realize that we are now part of the Demonic Cult. Let’s go back now.”

It’s a curse. Zhuge Tong rolled the wheel and turned it around.

“Senior… … . I will never give up. So don’t stop me. I don’t want to kill you with my own hands. I will go now.”

Only after Murong Hui disappeared did Zhuge Tong lean back, his body frozen like a stone statue, and burst out laughing.

“Kuuuuu… …Kuhahahaha!”

Then his eyes grew cold and he muttered to himself.

“You haven’t changed at all. If that’s the case… … Why didn’t you just die with honor in Salgung? What can you do now? You’re being too ambitious. I don’t know why the Sogyoju saved you, or where he heard the story… … But my choice will not change, Mo Yonghui.”

His tone was as cold as a snow wall. But inside, for the first time, a subtle conflict was starting to crack.

The emotional wall of foolishness.