Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 9

<Farewell, King of Fist>

When Dan Woo-seong was locked up in his residence and was obsessed with Baekjeonshipdan Gong and Ungijosik, the person who was bothering him was not So Seon-pa or Guyang-hu, but a formidable enemy of his own, the Four Heavenly Kings of Gaechaban.

News of the return of the Grand Duke of the Galaxy's upper reaches spread quickly. Because so many people frequented the upper reaches, rumors spread quickly.

The news reached the upper-town swindlers and the lower-town drunkards, and even the frequent stomachaches of the failed scholar and the wandering womanizer. Those who had swindled the Grand Duke of his money and, worse yet, lured him into gambling, were all eagerly awaiting the return of the fool.

Among them, the three who belonged to the group Yeo-saeng-ju-sa (Living for Women, Dying for Alcohol) were the most purely happy.

These three were Sima Ke, Zhou Cilian, and Qiu Xiong, and when you add Li Jinyan to them, they became the Four Heavenly Kings of the Gaechaban Gang. Others called them the Gaechaban Gang, but we called them the Four Heavenly Kings of the Gaechaban Gang.

What these four had in common was that they were all people with nothing to do. Sima Ji went to find Zhu Ziliang, and the two summoned Gu Xiong and then rushed to the Milky Way.

Sima Ji was quite talented in martial arts, but the problem was that he was a blind student who kept failing the entrance exams for the Martial Arts Alliance.

Joo Ja-ryang is a failed scholar who is good at speaking and has studied for a long time, but suffers from chronic diarrhea and stomachache every time he takes an exam, resulting in poor grades.

Gu Woong, the heir to the West Wind Bureau (西風?局), was second only to Lee Jin-eon in spending money, but he never really got much done. His father had suffered greatly, and as an only child, Gu Woong was still forbidden from embarking on expeditions. He was a man who was, in a way, overprotected.

Although they were friends with a better conscience than others, they were also people who openly liked and envied the money of the Grand Duke of the Upper House.

The three men, standing shoulder to shoulder, arrived at the top of the galaxy and summoned the Grand Duke. It was deep night, with a bright moon already in the sky.

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As Danwoo Seong appeared at the gate, the trio in question spread their arms wide.

“Hey, you’re alive!”

“Wahahahaha.”

The three people who had gathered around held each other's hands and sang a song while spinning around with Danwoo Seong in the center.

“Our noble prince has arrived.”

“He’s going to be a total idiot. He’s going to be a idiot, a idiot, a idiot.”

"The greatest prince in the galaxy, the Grand Duke of the galaxy, has been kidnapped. You guys, pour some wine. Sing a song. Take off your clothes!"

Even the average Danwoosung laughed several times, as if the wind had leaked from his lungs, because the absurdity was so absurd. These three were the kind of people who had been on friendly terms since long ago.

By the way, they were definitely crazy.

They were openly telling their friends to give them water and using the words "fool" and "prince" as if they were fools. They were guys who hadn't escaped the madness of their youth.

They may be important friends to Lee Jin-eon, but not to Dan Woo-sung.

Danwoo Sung didn't come out to reminisce with his friend, but to cut ties with him, whether it be for a while or forever.

Danwoo-seong spoke calmly, looking around at his friends who were only in his memories.

“Let’s go. To Eunseonru (Silver Pearl Tower)······.”

The three people sang in unison, pointing their fingers toward Eunseonru.

“Let’s go have a drink!”

Danwooseong planned to offer the wine he was drinking today to the deceased Grand Duke. Despite his death, he was not even entitled to ancestral rites. The four men rushed to Eunseonru, sat around a square table, and chattered noisily even before the drinks were served.

Gu-ung, who was sitting next to Dan-woo, touched Dan-woo's body here and there and spoke.

"What's this? This awkward stiffness? Did you just come back from doing push-ups at home? What's wrong with your body? Who tortured you?"

Gu Woong had noticed the change in Lee Jin-eon's body since he walked beside him. Now, he was pressing his friend's firm chest.

Sima Ji, who had noticed the change early on, also looked at Dan Woo-seong with curiosity.

'Look at this guy. He really learned martial arts?'

Because he could feel the prayer, Sima Ji was the most flustered.

When the alcohol came out, Dan Woo-seong personally picked up the bottle and poured it into four glasses.

Even then, Danwoo Sung remained silent. It was a meaningful silence. Only then did the three realize that the Grand Duke of the Galaxy had definitely changed, and they blinked, looking at each other.

The failed scholar, Ju Ja-ryang, asked this question.

“Are you sure it’s true?”

Danwoo Seong answered as he poured the last drink into his own glass.

“He’s dead.”

Joo Ja-ryang nodded and responded.

"I see. Well done, you piece of trash. Let's have a celebratory drink."

The other two burst out laughing.

“Hahahaha······.”

Danwoo Sung also smiled faintly.

The four men stared at each other for a moment before taking a sip. Ju Ja-ryang, having emptied his glass first, spoke.

"This person really has changed. What's going on? What happened?"

Danwoo-seong nodded and picked up the bottle again.

“It was there.”

This time, too, Danwoo-seong poured the drink without saying a word. With a gurgling sound, the second glass was filled.

As Danwoo-seong silently raised his glass, everyone else's expressions hardened as they did so. They could clearly sense that the Grand Duke had truly changed.

Danwoo Seong asked, holding a glass of alcohol.

“I have changed, what will you do?”

Although it was nothing special, it was strangely stimulating to my friends.

The three people each responded.

“What should I do?”

“I don’t know. Inma.”

"If we change so easily, will we be us? Let's drink first."

The reason Danwoo Sung didn't speak for long was because every time he drank, memories of the drinking party the four of them had been at kept flashing through his mind.

When Danwoo Sung picked up the bottle of alcohol again, Guwoong, who was the weakest at drinking, grabbed his head and said.

“Let’s take a break and then have a drink. Why are you in such a hurry?”

Danwoo Seong said.

“Life injection. Just die, you punk.”

Goo Woong sighed.

“Oh, damn it… The truth is right. I had a feeling.”

Danwoo-seong poured the drinks, and the four of them drank them again. The alcohol was particularly strong today. Swept up in the atmosphere, they drank continuously without any snacks, so it was easy to get drunk quickly. In this strange atmosphere, the three sips of the alcoholic beverages from the female life-saving staff all fell silent.

After a while, Joo Ja-ryang said that he was both happy and bitter.

"You've really changed. Congratulations. That's something to celebrate. I don't know what happened, but it's not bad."

Sima Ji asked:

"Who taught you martial arts? No matter how I look at it, it doesn't seem like you learned it on your own."

Danwoo-seong said while looking at his friends.

“The kite has reached us.”

Sima Ji nodded.

"So that's the kind of luck I've only heard of in stories. You have that kind of luck too. It's amazing."

Since it was common for people to keep quiet about their past, his friends didn't bother to ask him any questions. The atmosphere became even more awkward when he, who had always been a drinker and womanizer, appeared to have mastered martial arts.

Gu Woong said it as if he was upset.

"This feels like the end of youth all of a sudden. It's already boring. Honestly, I knew this day would come someday. Damn it, it's over. You little shits… Didn't I suggest kidnapping this sucker before he goes to Anga? That dog has grown up and come back. The world is going crazy."

This time, no one laughed. The three of them looked at each other with bitter expressions.

All the answers were in Danwoo Seong's attitude.

It was clear that they wouldn't be hanging out with them in the future. They were quite shocked when their friend, who they'd assumed would be the last to mature, changed first.

Danwoo Seong asked with a smile.

“I hope the elders are in good health.”

As the three of them were answering, they belatedly asked about the well-being of the person who had collapsed not long ago.

Danwoo Seong replied.

“He’ll be up soon. He’s healthy······.”

Sima Ji was relatively well-informed about the news in Jianghu, so he asked this.

"I've been hearing rumors about the Soseonpa here and there at drinking parties. There's even talk that they've decided to work with your group. It's a strange rumor, isn't it? What's going on?"

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“Well, there was a bit of a story. I can tell what happened.”

He responded as if the amount of runners was obvious even without looking.

“It must be money. Anyway, those thieves are worse than us.”

Sima Ji said it as if he was telling me to keep it in mind.

"I also heard they're planning to establish a branch here. There are so many large businesses, including your Galaxy Group, that they're deliberately trying to get in. In fact, it's surprising that the martial arts sect hasn't established itself here yet. Even if they just collect the tribute money here, it'll be quite lucrative."

Danwoo-seong chuckled. This was news. Perhaps because they were drinking buddies, they were well-versed in the happenings at the nearby bars and restaurants.

Danwoo-seong asked with a hopeful mind.

“Does the escort leader, Guyanghu, also frequent Giru?”

Joo Ja-ryang nodded.

"Gu Yanghou, you're so blatantly coming and going. How much do you guys get paid from your bosses? You frequent Geumhwaru as if it were your own private room. Aren't you embezzling public funds?"

Danwoo Seong replied, crossing his arms.

"That guy, the escort leader, wasn't just wandering around outside when my father collapsed, he was actually hanging around the hut. He was already being escorted by the vice-leader… He's living a comfortable life. I'll have to see him soon."

Sima Ji said.

"You must deal with Guyanghou carefully. It's not Guyanghou that is scary, but Guyangse's family behind him that is the problem."

"I get it."

Even the poor dog crews had a sense of duty.

Gu-ung looked at the empty glass with a calm expression.

"Hey, shit, I thought this was a celebratory drink for the return of the dog car class, but it was actually a farewell drink. Let's drink and get up. This guy has lost his appetite today."

The three of them each wondered what they were doing. It wasn't that their friend had returned, but rather that they felt a sense of loss, a sense of unease. Sima Geuk, who hadn't responded to Gu Woong's ramblings, looked at Dan Woo Sung and asked.

“How are you going to live now?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

"I have a debt to repay regarding the Four Gates. I intend to continue preparing while observing the higher levels. I'm not interested in anything other than becoming stronger."

Sima Ji nodded, then this time he picked up the bottle and filled the empty glass with alcohol as he spoke.

"We made that decision, and yet we managed to come out to see it. Anyway, thank you. If you need any help from our dog crew, please contact us anytime. We'll have to pay for the drinks someday. Let's just have one more drink and then get going."

Even though we decided to end the drinking party here, no one said a word. It felt like we'd reached a turning point in our lives, and youth was fading away, like a distant memory.

The four of them held their glasses full of alcohol, locked eyes, and quietly drank. This was truly the end of the drinking party.

A moment later, the three people came outside and stood awkwardly for a moment. Danwoosung, who was heading in a different direction, headed first toward the Milky Way, then looked back at the three.

The three people waved their hands with awkward expressions.

"good."

“Take care of yourself.”

“Train hard. Don’t go out and get hit.”

Danwoo-seong nodded and replied.

“Friends, it’s goodbye.”

Sima Ji, who had been watching blankly until his friend disappeared, muttered this.

“You didn’t come home, you left for the world.”

Gu-ung spoke with a sigh, still looking out at the dazzling night street.

“I feel so damn lonely today. Let’s go, us too.”

Then, the failed scholar, Ju Ja-ryang, looked at a certain place and replied.

“Where? Over there? Geumhwaru? The three of you?”

Gu Woong said as he hit the back of the head of the failed scholar.

"Go home, you little punk. Go study, you failed bachelor."

Joo Ja-ryang responded calmly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Hey, how many times do I have to tell you this? It's not that I'm bad at studying. It's that I'm bad at taking tests."

“Isn’t that it?”

“Yeah. No.”

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Danwoo Sung walked alone through the streets at night. He reached a familiar street and immediately turned into an alley. He wasn't heading home, but to a place where he'd spent countless dollars. A place he considered far worse than alcohol and drugs.

The End of <Farewell to the King>

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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