Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 75

< Appearance as the King of Kwon, the Leader of the Merchants 1 >

After Danwoo Sung decided to fix his shortcomings, he stopped dreaming. Even when he did dream, it was either a cure-all or meaningless.

Thanks to that, my face was noticeably better than before.

Danwoo Seong intentionally relaxed his strength even when training or practicing martial arts.

Before using his power, he constantly recalled the evasive maneuvers of the greatest fighter in the world.

Although he started out as an imitator, Danwoo Sung made it his own.

It was the beginning of a different kind of training, one that involved learning more and building up inner strength.

Danwoo Sung took away everything he could from his movements.

Instead of trying to hit with the power of ten every time, I reduced it to one or two. Even when I had to use my internal energy, I considered the situation first.

The atmosphere of the battle, which had been so rough that it seemed somewhat honest, had shifted to a more skillful direction where the situation was observed and dealt with skillfully.

I continued my training, leaving it to the flow of change.

Sixty days later.

The first person to experience this firsthand was none other than Baekyak.

The accommodations prepared by the Galaxy Squad were now ready, and Baekyak and his party had all moved in. From Baekyak's perspective, the peace of mind of engaging in a duel with a master like Danwoosung was crucial, so there was no reason to refuse.

Another advantage was that the Baekyak escorts were less bored than before because they had started fighting with the escorts of the upper galactic sphere.

Baekyak, who was sitting in the training hall, spoke while touching his uniform.

“Brother, the battle is much smoother than before, isn’t it?”

The two people became more comfortable with each other's titles and speech than before.

Danwoo Sung couldn't tell the story of his absurd dream, so he gave the credit to Baekyak.

“Thanks to you, my skills have improved.”

Baekyak shook his head.

"No. This martial arts competition is getting harder and harder. It seems like my brother has changed some grand strategy. Anyway, it's getting harder for me, so I guess it's a good thing for my brother."

"Actually, I've changed my mind, but if I'd trained alone, it would have been difficult to adapt. With you here…"

It was such a creepy thing to say that Danwoo-seong stopped talking and closed his mouth.

Baekyak asked.

“What’s that huge carriage outside? Are we guests?”

"This is the Taeho Merchant's carriage. I have to go. I need your help."

“Shall we go together?”

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

"Let's think of it as a few days off for each other. We need to have some time to rest."

The Baekyak ended very simply.

“Have a nice trip.”

He wasn't the kind of Baekyak who would say things like, "Don't worry about the Milky Way." Danwoo-sung chuckled involuntarily. They felt comfortable because they were both blunt.

Baekyak asked.

“Why are you laughing?”

“No. I just laughed.”

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Danwoo-seong got into the carriage.

The men from the Taeho Merchant Corps consisted of just two people: a messenger and his escort. The request they made after sending their regards to the head of the merchant group, Lee Seong-min, was quite serious. The Taeho Merchant Corps was so large that it was truly the world's largest. It held a monopoly on the Taeho River, from Ankyung to Hwahyun, transporting goods by boat, and even monopolizing the various restaurants, lodging, and entertainment options at the river's mouth.

Since they were running all kinds of businesses other than illegal ones, they were naturally a large-scale business that would attract the attention of the powerful.

The reason there hadn't been any problems until now was because of the presence of Master Eunpil (銀筆先生), a top player in the Taeho Sangdan and a renowned figure in the martial arts world. Master Eunpil had been a guest at the Taeho Sangdan for over a decade, and had become a true enemy of the Taeho Sangdan, supporting each other for over a decade.

Before he could ask the Galactic Supreme for help, bad news followed.

Mr. Eunpil disappears without a trace.

A large ship carrying cargo sank downstream and disappeared without a trace, and those demanding compensation for the cargo appeared and demanded an unimaginable amount of money.

The owner of the Taeho Merchant Association realized that the series of misfortunes had been deliberately caused and asked the chairman of the merchant association for help.

Previously, Taeho Sangdanju had sent Gongcheong Oil to Danwoo Seong without any conditions.

Danwoo Sung, upon receiving the request, boarded the carriage without much thought. He gazed at the scenery outside, crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and silently headed toward Taehosandan.

Even Dan Woo-seong couldn't have predicted how his first job as a merchant would turn out.

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“How can you put a long message on the cover without saying anything?”

Even Danwoo Seong, who heard it, found the story absurd. The sect demanding the money claimed there was a long-form letter in the offering, and then demanded a sum that even Taeho Sangdan would find difficult to afford.

After a long explanation, Taeho Sangdanju Kyung Yun-myeong took a sip of water. He was a white-haired old man in his seventies. Listening to his story, it seemed he was more heartbroken by the loss of Eunpil, the man he had considered his lifelong friend, than by the loss of the money and prizes.

Danwoo-seong looked at the weapon placed on the desk.

“Is this Mr. Eunpil’s military uniform?”

Kyung Yoon-myeong stroked the soldier's helmet with a gloomy expression.

"It's a peculiar weapon. I often left it behind. It's an inconvenient weapon to carry."

It was a judge's pen shining silver.

Although it had the shape of a brush, it was not made for writing. It was a pair of pens made solely for stabbing.

“Were you at the accommodation?”

Kyung Yoon-myeong nodded.

"That means he didn't go far. He was always left behind when he went out drinking. He wasn't someone you'd really have to fight with. In terms of reputation, he was about the same as Taeho Sangdan or Eunpil Seonsaeng."

“Which sect asked for money?”

“They say it’s called Byeokryeokmun (霹靂門), and that the chief gatekeeper was suddenly replaced and was moving the gatekeeper’s treasure. That’s a ridiculous story.”

Danwoo Seong said.

"I have nothing to say right now. I'll resolve this when we meet in person."

Kyung Yoon-myeong spoke as if he was sorry.

"I never thought I'd be asking for help like this. I guess I've been relying on you, Mr. Eunpil, for so long. I have no regrets about money. I'll give it to you. But I'm worried about Mr. Eunpil's life or death, or whether he disappeared in an ambush. Those are the things that bother me. The lives of those on board… Not money, but people's lives! That's why I asked for help."

He was an old man with a blunt personality.

I couldn't contain my excitement as I spoke.

I felt like I could tell how he ran his business just by listening to a few words of conversation.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“When will the wall gate come?”

"He'll be coming every day for the time being. He's already gone today, so he'll probably come back tomorrow around lunch or afternoon to make more threats and make more threats. Honestly, I don't know why he's harassing us like this. I'm more angry than scared."

“If you come here every day, does that mean you have a place to stay nearby?”

"I understand. He said he would withdraw after reaching an agreement with us."

Danwoo Sung replied simply.

"All right."

“I can give you money. Don’t worry about that.”

"First, I'll unpack a bit and check out Mr. Eunpil's whereabouts. I'll take this."

Danwoo Seong took a pair of judge's pens and looked at Gyeong Yunmyeong.

“Anyway, I will make sure no one gets hurt anymore.”

Of course, the phrase “limited to allies” was omitted.

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I have never heard of or seen a sect like Byeokryeokmun.

Moreover, Danwoo Sung wasn't some kind of brilliant detective or judge. He simply wanted to impress upon Taeho Sangdan the fact that such a man was staying by his side.

After unpacking his luggage at the lodging, Danwoo-seong asked a few people and found out where Daru and Byeokryeokmun, who Eunpil often visited, were staying.

The story that they couldn't even find the body, it's something that other people would just ignore, but it wasn't like that for Dan Woo-seong.

It was Taeho Sangdan who gifted Gongcheong Oil. However, it also felt like something important to Danwoo Sung personally.

Danwoo Seong took out two swords, held them in each hand, and wandered the streets. Occasionally, the two swords would clash, producing a crackling sound.

It was a weapon with excellent strength and a good feel when held in the hand.

Danwoo Seong went to a place called Soyo Daru, placed a judge's note on the table, and drank a cup of tea.

No one seemed to recognize Pan-Gwan-Pil. Despite its outward appearance, it was also a place where older players would gather to play Go. It was a quiet place, with no young people or even strong players in sight.

Even Danwoo Sung couldn't stand the quiet and tedious atmosphere, and he escaped Soyodaru after only half a minute. No matter how much I thought about it, Mr. Eunpil, who frequented places like this, wasn't the kind of person who would incur anyone's resentment.

Therefore, it was likely an intentional murder or ambush.

He headed to Bulchuigak (不醉閣), where the wall-crawling gates were gathered. As Danwoo Seong, with his Judge Pil overlapping and tucked into his waistband, entered Bulchuigak, the atmosphere changed dramatically, as if he'd been transported from a temple to a chaotic scene.

The place was quite large, but there were more women than men.

Moreover, most of the women were gisaeng (female entertainers) affiliated with Bulchuigak. No, their work seemed different from that of gisaengs, but seeing them drinking with men and soliciting customers, there was no other way to describe them than as gisaengs.

It was also a sight that could not be seen around the upper reaches of the galaxy.

As I watched the women dancing fan dance on stage, I thought of Jin So-han and my mood became even more unpleasant.

Danwoo Seong grabbed one of the people and asked him.

“Where is the wall gate?”

“Who is it?”

“Wall of force.”

“I don’t know.”

As Jeomsoi was about to leave, Danwoo-seong grabbed her arm and pulled her.

“This is a sect that came to Taeho Sangdan to extort money.”

Only then did Jeomsoi understand what was being said.

“Oh, look over there.”

A group of men stood huddled against the second-floor railing pointed by Jeomsoi, watching the stage. As the women performing the fan dance began to strip each other naked, they banged their hands on the railing and burst into laughter.

Danwoo-seong muttered.

“Good. Oh my.”

Only then did Danwoo-seong let go of Jeomso-i's arm and wave his hand.

"I get it."

Danwoo-seong tilted his head as he climbed the stairs. The atmosphere of Bulchui-gak was truly that of a black world. While there wasn't a specific black world, the atmosphere around Taeho Sangdan was one of willingness to do anything to make money. The Soyo Daru they'd visited earlier was a peculiar place.

Danwoo Seong pushed past the people and approached the unmanned people of Byeokryeokmun who were sitting at the end drinking alcohol.

They were people who didn't even care if Danwoo-seong came.

The Bulchuigak was still noisy like a battlefield, with the shouts, talking, and cheers of drunk people mixing together.

Danwoo-seong knocked on the table as if to say, "Look here."

Bang bang bang!

The unmanned soldiers of the wall-crawler's gate were all facing the stage. Danwoo-seong took out the judge's pen from his waistband and tapped it on the table, then injected a brain energy into it and struck the two swords together.

Pizzi, pizi!

When the startled Byeokryeokmun all turned around······.

Danwoo-seong waved the two judge's pens in his hands and observed the men's expressions.

Danwoo Seong said.

“Let’s talk.”

Without realizing it, I'd started using informal language like I did in my past life, but I didn't feel the urge to change my tone. Incidentally, the warriors of Byeokryeokmun often glanced at Pan-Gwanpil, even when they were looking at Danwooseong's face.

It seemed like he knew whose weapon this was.

< Appearance of the King of Power, the Merchant's Leader 1 > End

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