Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 2

< Accept the King >

Danwoo Seong had no choice but to accept what had happened.

Of course, it is inevitable that the question 'why' will continue to linger like a tail.

Why is it that after death there is reincarnation, and why is it that he is not a martial artist but a grand duke of the Sangdan?

It was something I couldn't understand or figure out the cause of.

The incident involving death was enough to make my teeth chatter, but the fact that I was reincarnated as someone I had never met in my life was an incredibly absurd event.

The fortunate thing is that Danwoo-seong entered Lee Jin-eon's body while still maintaining his spirit and memories.

Only then did Danwoo-seong look at this body that was being used by others with an objective perspective.

Simply put, it was the body of a sick person.

The room was filled with the smell of medicinal herbs mixed with the musty smell of the sick.

'A man suffering from a serious illness is holding a woman······.'

It was something difficult to understand from a warrior's perspective.

Danwoo Seong, who had calmed his mind, read the letter carefully again.

Most of the posts were asking about the current status and health of Grand Duke Lee Jin-eon, but there were also some posts that occasionally criticized Lee Jin-eon's younger brothers.

Some letters frequently mention alcohol, kiru, and women's names. After reading several letters, I reached this conclusion.

They are not waiting for the return of Grand Duke Lee Jin-eon, but for the return of money that Lee Jin-eon can use.

'There were so many rotten people around.'

It can't be helped.

He must have been the grand duke of the galaxy, spending a lot of money at drinking parties.

There was nothing more to see in the letter.

Meanwhile, Dan Woo-seong's thoughts were increasingly focused on the problems with Lee Jin-eon's body.

It was truly a body with many problems.

He was a womanizer and a drinker, and he never learned martial arts.

It was such a total mess that I felt dizzy several times while reading the letter.

Danwoo Seong walked awkwardly through the large room as if he was taking his first steps and stood in front of the door.

Then the servant who had been waiting opened the door.

As Danwoo-seong left the door with a pale face, the squabble was like it was natural to support him.

“Confucius, where are you going······.”

Then a man with white hair and a rather handsome appearance approached us in the hallway and asked,

“Confucius, are you alright?”

The supporting Sibi was tense as if her own life would be at risk if Lee Jin-eon fell, but the expression on the approaching assemblyman's face was different.

The calm expression on the congressman's face was not one of worry, but rather of surprise.

'How did you wake up?'

This is the kind of atmosphere it is.

Dan Woo-seong stared intently at the congressman, unable to comprehend his expression. The congressman quickly lowered his head and averted his gaze.

Danwoo-seong looked around.

There were no guards anywhere to be seen. It seemed the only people in the inner quarters were the maids and the gray-haired councilman. He instinctively scanned the area for any skilled individuals who might harm him, but apart from the councilman, there were no men in sight.

Danwoo Seong spoke in a calm tone.

"I came out for a moment because I was feeling stuffy. It's okay, everyone, please step back."

"yes."

As the servants hesitated, Danwoo-seong spoke again.

“It’s okay. I’m going back to sleep, so don’t wake me up.”

“Okay. Sleep well.”

Even as he spoke, Dan Woo-seong felt his voice struggle to adjust. He patted the hand of the woman he was supporting as if to confirm that everything was okay, then entered the room alone.

Danwoo Seong sat on the bed and thought for a moment.

Seeing the congressman's expression, I felt a surge of anger welling up inside me. Overcome by a mixture of discomfort and suspicion, I decided to recover quickly and then revisit the situation.

'That's the expression on the face of a member of the National Assembly.'

There didn't seem to be anyone here who would threaten the poor patient's life, but the doctor was a different story. I wanted to drag him in by the hair and interrogate him, but in his current state of health, it was possible that Danwoo Seong would die before me.

Danwoo Sung took a few deep breaths and then closed his eyes.

From the 'King's perspective', I began to quietly observe this problematic body.

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It's not like I'm poisoned.

I took my own pulse and carefully pressed on the muscles and various parts of my abdomen with my hands.

The biggest problem, of course, was his stomach and large intestine, but it wasn't a serious illness. If he was feeling extremely tired in this state, it was safe to assume that Lee Jin-eon was deliberately neglecting his health.

First of all, my body is soaked in alcohol.

I had no energy.

Judging by the smell of urine in the room and the state of his lower body, which felt weak, he had been having an excessive amount of sex with women compared to his health.

I concluded that this was no different from assisting one's own suicide.

Danwoo Sung thought that a guy like this needed to be beaten repeatedly to come to his senses. But who would hit the grandson of a successful organization like the Galaxy Group?

I thought that regardless of who the father was, sending him to a safe house like this to recuperate would have been the best option.

'I came in with the body of a man without a plan.'

But Danwoo Seong is a man with a plan.

So, it seems he was able to grow into a power king without family, connections, or money.

Danwoo Sung looked into the mirror again and glared at his own face.

It's like two souls facing each other through a mirror.

At that moment, Danwoo Sung asked and Jineon Lee answered.

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'You really are a helpless brat.'

'Would it be any different for you?'

'Of course I'm different.'

"What are you planning to do? You could die soon."

"I don't intend to. I can easily recover to this extent with my skills. And it's not just recovery. I'll show you that even your puny body can become a true martial artist."

'Is it possible?'

"It's possible. A weakling like you can just watch. Just rest. I'll take care of it."

In his previous life, Dan Woo-seong was a truly rough man with a strong impression and a sharp face, while Lee Jin-eon was an untrained person who had never even practiced martial arts.

The smile of the King of Kwon, Danwoo Sung, spread across that young face.

It could be said that this was the moment when Lee Jin-eon's impression changed completely.

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Regardless of the situation at the upper level of the galaxy, which can be considered the home base, if they just recover their power, they can become overwhelmingly stronger than before by adding money from the upper level.

Danwoo Seong first started with the most familiar Baekjeon Sipdan Gong (白電十段功), focusing on expelling the turbid energy from his body.

If my physical condition had been normal, it would have been better to sleep after eating breakfast for about an hour, but since my physical condition was so bad that my physical functions were paralyzed, eating breakfast was almost like a resurrection ritual.

The dying spark of life was rekindled by the King of Fist's martial arts. Danwoo Sung carefully handled the embers and revived them. As his dantian, though weak, formed, he laid the foundation for building his internal energy.

The sun had already risen high in the sky and the initiation ceremony for Baekjeonshipdan Gong was finally completed.

Danwoo Sung let out a long breath.

“Hoooo······.”

My stomach growled, and my hunger subsided, but it was a good thing. The hangover had vanished, and my pale complexion had returned to a more humane state than it had been in the early morning.

Danwoo Seong walked to his desk, clutching his hungry stomach.

There was a leftover soup on the table. I sniffed it, stirred it with my hand, and to my amazement, I discovered it was Yongbongtang (龍鳳湯).

'This rotten bastard······.'

Yongbongtang is a broth made by boiling chicken and squid. When consumed by a healthy person, it has a nourishing and strengthening effect. However, in Lee Jin-eon's condition, it was practically poison. His body was gradually weakening, and his lower extremities would have functioned properly in bed.

Only then did Dan Woo-seong recall the expression on the gray-haired assemblyman's face. To Lee Jin-eon, he was a truly repulsive man. Even if he hadn't poisoned the man, the assemblyman could have been the one who instigated his natural death.

On the one hand, I sighed as I realized how foolish that man, Lee Jin-eon, was.

'Don't worry. I'll beat you to death with my own hands.'

Danwoo-seong suddenly looked at his hands.

The shape of the hand also varies from person to person.

There are also cases where the fist is poorly formed, making it unsuitable for martial arts practice. This is the case with those whose fists are not flat, causing fingers or the back of the hand to break even with a moderate strike.

Fortunately, Lee Jin-eon's hand was not like that.

However, since I had never experienced hardship, my hands were thin and soft overall.

Dan Woo-seong, clenching his fists, thought that he should first fully recover his health and then correct the problems that had occurred around Lee Jin-eon.

Until then, it was the right decision to keep quiet.

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong, who felt the air in the room was stuffy, opened the window wide.

The clear air of Guhwasan Mountain came in and stirred the room, then went around, destroying the musty smell of the woman covering the bed and the sick person.

Danwoo Seong also took a deep breath of the clean air of Guhwasan Mountain.

Although he was very thin and not in good health, his expression was filled with confidence that had nothing to do with his physical condition.

Even though I was reincarnated into a sick body, I was grateful just for the chance to live again.

Sibi, who noticed that Danwoo-seong had risen, asked from outside.

“Confucius, how should I prepare the meal?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Come in and talk.”

“Yes, I will go in.”

When I told him about the foods that Sibi could prepare, Danwoo Seong responded.

“That’s fine. For the time being, I’ll only eat rice for breakfast and lunch.”

“Huh? Is it Mi-eum?”

The squire's eyes widened. The Grand Duke was usually a mere eater. Instead, when he was hungry, he would often binge eat, often accompanied by alcohol. He couldn't help but be surprised when she said she wanted to eat some seaweed soup…

Danwoo Seong said.

"Don't prepare dinner. Instead, just bring a small amount of fruit of each type. We'll eat it when we go out…"

I was planning to last a few days on an almost empty stomach.

Danwoo Seong said, pointing to the Yongbongtang on the desk.

"Put that away. And don't even prepare soup anymore. Instead of alcohol, just put lukewarm water on the table."

“Yes, I will do that.”

Sibi's eyes widened as she left the room.

<The King, Accept> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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