Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 113

Episode 113

Sword, what cannot be seen with the eyes

“Why do you keep wearing that blindfold?”

When the swordsman didn't remove his blindfold even after arriving at his quarters, Cheonma couldn't help but wonder. After drinking a glass of water provided by the servant, the swordsman replied.

"They say it's a mask that puts your mind at ease. It's a kind of trick."

Cheonma said while looking at Geomma's expression.

“How strange. It seems that the newly learned martial arts have a high risk of falling into the mind of a demon.”

The swordsman nodded, then briefly removed his blindfold to gaze at the Heavenly Demon. The energy formed the Heavenly Demon's outer form, and then, through the Abyssal Gong, the Heavenly Demon's eyes, nose, and mouth were being recreated.

Perhaps because he was a friend I had known since I was young, his appearance was much clearer than that of the ambassador.

At that moment, the demon's crimson lips stretched as if they were about to burst, then widened to the point where they seemed to be hanging over his ears. It looked as if his mouth was splitting open in a grin. His face was terrifying, like a grinning demon's, one eye glowing red, the other gleaming blue.

As soon as Geomma examined Cheonma's energy with the Abyssal Gong, he could see that he had been accumulating extreme yin and extreme yang energy alternately in his yin-yang body.

Only after obtaining the Abyssal Gong was Geomma able to realize that Cheonma was no ordinary demon.

Cheonma asked.

“Are you looking at me now?”

The swordsman nodded and asked cautiously.

“Yeah. Are you by any chance······.”

“What if.”

“Are you laughing?”

Cheonma tilted his head.

“No, what’s so funny that you’re laughing right now?”

Cheonma asked while looking at the sibbi.

“Am I laughing?”

Sibi carefully raised his head, and as soon as he checked Cheonma's expression, he lowered his head again and replied.

"no."

The swordsman turned his head and spoke to the squire.

“You, lift your head.”

When Geomma unleashed the Abyssal Gong, he wondered what someone who had not learned martial arts would look like.

As soon as Sibi saw the hollow space where the swordsman's eyes should have been, she trembled like an aspen leaf. Seeing the swordsman, who had been afraid to begin with, stare at her with his eyes missing, Sibi became even more terrified.

The appearance of the Shibi that the swordsman gazed upon resembled that of a starving, abandoned child he had seen before. He seemed frail, as if he had given up on life early.

The swordsman asked the squire without realizing it.

“Haven’t you eaten?”

Even in the midst of the confusion, he told the truth.

“I ate an hour ago.”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

"yes."

The swordsman nodded and said.

“Eat your meals well.”

Sibi bowed her head.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Thank you for your kind words.”

Cheonma looked back and forth between Sibi and Geomma and then spoke to Geomma.

"Get some rest for now. I'll go to my quarters, change my clothes, get ready, and then come back."

The swordsman raised his hand and answered.

“Have a nice trip.”

As the Heavenly Horse disappeared, the Sword Horse called out to the Shibi.

“Is there a primrose in the palace?”

“Shall I bring it to you?”

"okay."

A moment later, Geomma gazed blankly at the servant who brought him the morning glory. The servant's face resembled a skeleton who had starved to death, and Geomma was inwardly quite surprised.

The quick-witted Sibi, with trembling hands, lit a firecracker with a torch and put it in the sword horse's mouth.

The swordsman spoke while exhaling the smoke of the Mangwoocho.

“I can’t even see the smoke. I used to smoke occasionally just for the fun of watching the smoke.”

Sibi replied.

“The smoke is coming out in thick clumps.”

Suddenly, Geomma smiled for the first time in a long while. Sibi's words seemed amusing. Geomma tapped his side with his hand and spoke.

“Sit here. Don't be afraid. I feel lonelier than before because I can't see you.”

As Sibi sat down next to Geomma, Geomma asked while smoking a citron.

“Have I seen you before?”

“No. I was assigned to this location this time.”

“Then we probably never spent the night together.”

"yes."

“Are you pretty?”

“I don’t know.”

"She'll be beautiful. The princess doesn't keep ugly women in her palace. She likes beautiful women. Don't be afraid. It's a well-known fact. Most of the women around the princess sleep with her. Wi Ji-cheon once said this. Oh, do you know who Wi Ji-cheon is?"

“I don’t know.”

“The friend who just left is Wi Ji-cheon.”

“Yes, I know you are the Heavenly Demon.”

"Yes. Cheonmaji. You can think of them as the top students among the students of Manmaseo-ok. The top student is Cheonma, the second is Geomma, the next is Gwangma (狂魔), and the last is Hwanma. These four could be called the Four Heavenly Kings (四天王) among the students produced by Manmaseo-ok. But do you know who said this?"

“Well, I don’t know. Perhaps the ambassador of Manmaseo-ok did it?”

"No, the masters don't say things like that. It's all just a fabrication by the Heavenly Demon Wi Ji-cheon. I've believed that for a long time."

“Then is it a lie?”

The swordsman tilted his head.

"No. It's not that simple. Wi Ji-cheon actually believes it. For Wi Ji-cheon, that means he understands his peers' abilities that way. Now, I think it makes sense. Come to think of it, I still haven't seen Gwangma. Is he still imprisoned?"

“I don’t know for sure, but I heard that.”

"Wi Ji-cheon is a funny guy. While we're on the subject, I'll add one more. He once said this while drunk: Everyone who enters Manmaseo-ok could be the princess's illegitimate children. Cheonma, me, Gwangma, Hwanma, maybe even the Blood King… There's even a tyrant. These young men were all the princess's illegitimate children. Their mothers were all concubines. What do you think?"

When he kept asking about the princess, the leader of Manmagung, the sibbi felt extremely embarrassed.

“I don’t know.”

"Look at this. No matter how much trouble Wi Ji-cheon and I cause, the princess doesn't stay still. And what about the mad horse? Whenever he's let loose, he causes trouble, sometimes going berserk, even killing everyone in the palace indiscriminately, only to be locked up again. It's ridiculous. Could this be another lie from my friend?"

The swordsman burst into laughter while looking ahead with his abyssal gaze, then pulled the buttocks of the woman sitting next to him and hugged them with his left arm.

The swordsman asked.

"Don't be nervous. You're shaking so much, don't you think I've become a monster? Let's go to bed."

"I could die, so how could I say no?" Sibi swallowed hard before responding.

“Yes, I will.”

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Cheonma remained completely silent near the residence, eavesdropping on Geomma's every word. Only when Geomma led the servant inside did he begin to move, his steps moving quietly.

Cheonma Wijicheon, this man's hobby was eavesdropping. He did this to understand Geomma's psychological state.

Cheonma headed to his quarters, recalling the words he had spoken in the past.

'The princess's illegitimate child… It could be so, or it could not be so.'

Now, it was a meaningless statement. Wi Ji-cheon had long since lost interest in who his father or mother was. He was only concerned with whether he was worthy of the nickname "Cheonma."

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The black horse sitting on the bed tilted its head crookedly and looked in the direction of the wall.

The corners of the swordsman's mouth were slightly raised.

The fact that Cheonma had been watching until now and was now leaving was clearly visible to Abyss Gong.

'Anyway, I told you, you're not a trustworthy person.'

Although he couldn't see, his five senses of energy were amplified, and this was the moment when his suspicion that Cheonma might occasionally be eavesdropping on him while keeping a low profile was confirmed.

The shape of the Heavenly Horse was gradually moving away.

'Cheonma, you're saying that you've been eavesdropping like a rat all this time?'

Sibi looked at Geomma, licked her lips, and then took off her clothes first. Geomma then looked at Sibi and said.

“Okay. Put it on.”

"yes?"

"Wear it. I don't even know your face. I don't want to sleep with you yet."

The illusion, seen through the abyssal hall, still showed the appearance of a starving, hungry man, so of course, there was no way he could feel sexual desire. It would have felt like rolling around with a corpse.

“Come here and sit down.”

As the swordsman gestured, the squire sat down next to him again. The swordsman spoke.

“If Cheonma asks later, tell him you slept. He’ll think you did.”

"yes."

The swordsman put one arm around Sibi's shoulder and whispered with a stern expression.

“I’ll ask again. Was Cheonma laughing earlier?”

Sibi replied with a terrified expression.

“That······ The Heavenly Demon glared at me and shook his head slightly.”

“Oh… So that means you were laughing.”

Sibi swallowed once and then replied.

“Yes, you looked happy.”

As Sibi continued to get scared, Geomma stroked Sibi's back and said.

"No need to be scared. I'm blind, so I was just curious. I'll lie down for a bit, so call me when dinner's ready. I have somewhere to go tonight, so I need to eat first."

“Understood, Your Majesty.”

As the sibbi was about to leave, the swordsman asked.

“What is your name?”

Sibi replied.

“This is Lee?”

“Okay. Ian. What a simple and pretty name.”

As Ian left the room with a nervous expression, Geomma put on her blindfold for a moment and then lay down on the bed.

The deep training he had learned at Manmaseo-ok was far superior to Geomma's expectations.

Except that the human spirit wanders around in a physical form, consuming a lot of psychic energy.

Left alone in the room, Geomma realized that his thoughts were focused on Cheonma. He knew he would kill Cheonma with his own hands, even if it meant killing others. Geomma assumed Cheonma knew what he was thinking.

So, this was a tacit alliance.

It was difficult to strangle the Cheonma and kill him right now.

This was because he was likely to be isolated in the vast Manmagung Palace, where there were many enemies. This was also the reason why Cheonma didn't kill him. With his current capabilities, Cheonma would have difficulty absorbing the entire Manmagung Palace on his own.

In the end, the most efficient strategy was for the two to join forces and become a monster, then devour Manmagung here and there.

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While Geomma was eating while being served by Ian, Cheonma came in and spoke to Ian.

“Let’s eat some of mine too.”

"yes."

Cheonma sat across from Geomma and picked up his chopsticks. Ian, who had been serving, stood quietly to one side, while Geomma and Cheonma ate in silence.

The swordsman frequently tapped the bowl with his chopsticks.

I couldn't help it because I couldn't see it.

After a while, Geomma asked while eating.

“Where should I hit?”

Cheonma replied.

"I think I'll have to strike the black sword. If I touch the white sword now and run into Yoo Jeong-hong, things will get tiring."

"Where's the black hole? At the house? Or maybe from the half-moon meeting."

As the details of the strategy were revealed, Cheonma said to Ian.

“You go away now.”

"All right."

Cheonma fell silent for a moment, then sensed that there were no other experts around. The swordsman also briefly lowered his blindfold around his neck, then looked at Cheonma and spoke.

“Hey, friend.”

When Geomma called him a friend after a long time, Cheonma nodded.

"why?"

The swordsman spoke as if asking a favor.

"Don't poison me when I eat. I intend to cooperate with you no matter what. I lost my eyesight, so there's not much I can do."

Cheonma said.

“The joke… must have a resistance to poison.”

As Geomma ate, he glared at Cheonma, who was smiling again. With his red lips hanging from his ears, Cheonma spoke.

"Your comrades have grown well. And so has your bloodline. And your magic has grown quite strong."

“How can you kill them in the palace?”

"If we create a method, we can find one. Our comrades are stronger than most Black Tao leaders. I've heard this while wandering around. Do you know who put him back in prison the last time the mad demon ran wild?"

“I don’t know.”

“The princess caught him.”

The black horse burst into laughter.

“There’s no way… how could that be?”

"Well, it was because the Princess stepped forward. Her comrades might have joined forces to protect her and then joined forces to capture her. The Princess was reportedly cavorting with her maids during all this, so it's only right that the Princess stepped forward and resolved the situation."

Cheonma guessed that the White Cat of the Princess of the Little Princess had probably caught the mad horse.

After the swordsman understood the overall picture, he asked the key question.

“So the operation is a mad horse prison break?”

"When the mad demon reappears on the surface, he'll wreak havoc. Then, let's do what we always do outside Manmagung."

The swordsman nodded.

"I understand. By the way, can you find the mad horse right away in the large dungeon?"

Cheonma answered nonchalantly while drinking the soup.

“Aren’t you here?”

“What are you talking about?”

Cheonma said, pointing to his own eyes with his fingers.

"Since you've lost your eyes, the ambassadors must have taught you martial arts that amplify your five senses. If you go underground and concentrate, you'll be able to pinpoint the mad demon's location."

Suddenly, Geomma lost his appetite and put down his chopsticks, staring blankly at Cheonma.

A monster with blue and red eyes was glaring at him with a blank smile.