The Genius Martial Artist Who Remembers Everything Chapter 382

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2. ​​The main body is structured to resemble a huge battlefield.

Several desks are lined up without partitions, and bookshelves filled with an endless stream of documents line the walls.

Looking solely at the furniture, this structure appears cool at first glance, but it was designed to maximize the efficiency of the main unit.

“Uh…?!”

“Aaaargh!!”

By now, countless unprocessed documents have started piling up on the floor beyond the bookshelves, turning the office into a maze

I ended up making it like that.

To work at the Mantong Department, I have to navigate this maze-like structure.

This was no exception even for the head of the Mantongbu, the Commander-in-Chief Zhuge Xiaoming.

Pitter-patter.

However, today, whenever Zhuge Xiaoming moved within the Mantong Mansion, there was a small figure following him.

Whoosh

Even if Zhuge Xiaoming suddenly changes direction.

The figure that follows without fail.

The figure, wearing a long turquoise robe that made him look even smaller, kept following behind Zhuge Xiaoming whenever he moved. Zhuge Xiaoming, who was starting to get annoyed by this, frowned and spoke.

There is no need to go out of your way to chase after me.

Then the small figure answered.

You don’t need to worry about me.

“……

Is it?

Jegal So-myeong frowned, but Dang Seo-hui tilted her head with a blank expression, as if she had absolutely no idea.

I know about your manner of speaking, but at least add the honorific ‘yo’.

It is…

yo. this?”

What on earth is that strange hybrid?

Zhuge Xiaoming groan

– He let out a small sigh while groaning.

That Poison King spoiled me too much.

“I wasn’t spoiled at all.”

Zzz.

yo. this.”

Why did you have to copy that tasteless old man’s way of speaking?

Jegal So-myeong, who had been muttering, glared at Dang Seo-hui again.

“If you are assigned here, the person who will give you direct orders and assign you tasks is Meng Ju-won, the Director of the Mantong Department over there. So go over there and learn the ropes.”

“Grandfather said that it is best to learn from the person who does it best.”

“…….”

…This is so inefficient…

Jegal So-myeong, who had been pressing his temples as if his head were throbbing, soon gave up and ignored Dang Seo-hui and began to do his work.

And at that unfamiliar sight, Maeng Ju-won, who had just arrived at work, muttered blankly.

What kind of mess is that?

Another member of the Mantong Department answered with a small sigh.

“I am an applicant.”

What applicant?

I am an applicant for the Ministry of Communications.

Maeng Ju-won’s face contorts like a sheet of paper.

“The unemployed goddess?”

“Didn’t the Yongbong Branch conclude its activities? It is time for them to be assigned to the Murim Alliance. They are following the Commander-in-Chief around like that, saying they want to experience what kind of work is done at the Mantong Headquarters.”

“No, I mean, why is the unemployed goddess coming to the Mantong Department?”

“Would I know?”

Mantong Department member shrugs his shoulders.

Maeng Ju-won, who had been living happily day by day thinking about the new recruits who would be joining, began to get a headache.

A jobless goddess?

Of course, he is said to be one of the top talents among the younger generation of the martial world, ranking among the very few in his age group and even including the older generation, but that is only in terms of military prowess.

I told you not to follow.

I’m telling you not to worry about it.

Dang Seo-hee scurries back and forth across the Mantongbu office like a fledgling chick.

He is a being completely unsuited for the Mantongbu, which must regulate the balance of the martial arts world by taking precarious and cautious steps one by one on the thin tightrope of political neutrality.

Moreover, considering he possesses not only outstanding skills but also a formidable background, and does not even bother to listen to Zhuge Xiaoming’s advice, could he really work at the Mantong Bureau?

“I… will probably fail the exam, right?”

I tried to cling to a small possibility, but the member standing next to me shook his head.

My theoretical grades during my time at the academy were, so to speak, “next.”

I suppose he was active in the Yongbong Branch because his grades in both theory and practice were outstanding.

“Well, still, from the perspective of filling the spots, isn’t it a good thing…?”

“What?”

Maeng Ju-won frowned sharply at the member’s rude remark, speaking as if it were someone else’s business.

“Do you want to work under a subordinate who acts like a master?”

“Still, he holds a position. Would he really commit insubordination?”

Since when did this bastard become so extreme in his optimism? Is it because he’s been working a lot of overtime?

“Really? Then from now on, your assigned task is the unemployed goddess.”

I will submit my resignation… … .”

Reject in advance.

At Maeng Ju-won’s firm words, Bu-won let out a long sigh.

Then this is really no ordinary matter.

“Right. If the unemployed priestess joins as a new recruit.……”

No. Not that.

“huh?”

Just then, a man walked gracefully between Maeng Ju-won and Bu-won.

Is this how I should handle this?

Maeng Ju-won’s head naturally turned at the rare, clear voice for a man, and the moment he looked at his face, he let out a small gasp of admiration.

“Yo, Yongso?”

So you are the Director of the Communications Department.

Th-that’s right……

ji.”

Yong So-ah looked at the sun outside the window for a moment and spoke softly.

The start time is Jinshi.

I understand that it goes up to…

Punctuality is a fundamental quality of a member. Please be mindful of this in the future.

Then, Yong So-ah lightly bows her head, leaves the written documents behind, and walks away.

A heavy silence fell.

He just warned me, right?

This is a really big problem.

The subordinate let out a long sigh as he watched Maeng Ju-won muttering with a dazed look on his face.

“What is going to happen to us now?”

“What do you mean, what will happen? Of course we have to stop them from coming!”

“How? Are you going to fight with martial arts?”

“Ha, what martial arts, you bastard! Don’t you know scholars fight with paperwork?”

Maeng Ju-won, who had shouted confidently, picked up the document written by Yong So-ah.

Because the ability to grow someone into a mountain by catching even the slightest fault was one of Maeng Ju-won’s specialties.

Maeng Ju-won twisted the corners of his mouth upward and exhaled through his nose.

“I painfully realize how I have dealt with the Jeongdohoe, Baekdohoe, and the Twelve Peaks all this time…….”

However, as he read the document, Maeng Ju-won’s voice grew as small as an ant’s.

In the end.

“Crunch—”

I gritted my teeth. Yet, was that still not enough?

“Fuck.”

The swear words that inevitably burst out.

The surprised Mantongbuwon looked at Maeng Ju-won with an anxious gaze.

Why, why are you doing this?

See for yourself.

The member who received the document nodded involuntarily.

That’s understandable, since it wasn’t perfect, but it certainly wasn’t lacking either.

“Hoho, at this level… if I learn just a little more, I could raise it to Jin So-woon’s level…”

“Are you happy? Are you happy?! Damn it! The guy who’s actually supposed to be here didn’t even take the test. Where do all these weirdos come from that keep hanging around the General Affairs Department!”

Maeng Ju-won, who had gone to work feeling refreshed, became more gloomy than ever. #Yong So-ah moved together with Dang Seo-hee.

I persistently asked what the reason was, but naturally, she did not answer, and despite my attitude, Yong So-ah did not show a single sign of displeasure, which further provoked my temper.

Of course, since Dang Seo-hui was already licking her lips at the thought of becoming a true chivalrous hero, it was not a situation where Yong So-ah could stand in her way.

Nevertheless, just as he was feeling anxious that Yong So-ah might interfere with the plan. [I’ll join you.]

He said something completely random.

What are you suddenly talking about?

My mind was confused for a moment, but I soon composed myself.

Well, whatever. I don’t know if she knows what I’m doing and wants to join me, but as long as she isn’t interfering with my work, what does it matter to me what Yong So-ah does?

Actually, it could be considered a relief that the number of personnel capable of guarding Zhuge Xiaoming right by his side has increased to two.

Thanks to this, I was able to focus more on Songbaekpungsa.

While I was away, Haomun continued to tail Songbaekpungsa, and secured the list of everyone they met.

however.

“Hmm…….”

There was nothing particularly unusual.

They separately followed prominent figures and continuously received reports about them.

However, even after verifying all that information, there was nothing strange.

So, I eventually decided to tail him myself.

“Nice to meet you. How have you been?”

Great Hero, you have a radiant appearance.

This is all thanks to the grace of the Non-Party Sect.

Song Baek-pungsa, a lay disciple of the Wudang sect who worked as a courier, made a name for himself in his youth and then established a courier agency in Jiangxi Province, achieving great success.

Afterwards, he strengthened his ties with the Wudang and expanded his influence throughout the Gangnam area, and also played a significant role as the Gangseo branch of the Wudang sect.

As befitting a figure in such a prominent position, his schedule in Infinite was busier than that of the head of a major organization.

We make the most of every moment to meet people, and in between those brief moments, we exchange drinks and talk about work.

Between appointments, I drove away the cycle with my energy, quickly washed up, changed into new clothes, and then fulfilled the next appointment.

He was clearly displaying the image of a truly thorough merchant.

The people he met were all extraordinary figures as well.

The main clients were monks from the Shaolin Temple, leaders of the Jeongdohoe, and powerful figures of the Murim Alliance.

The reason I heard quite a few stories about his disappearance even in my past life is.

This was because there were a great many people inside and outside the Murim Alliance searching for him after he went missing.

As they had maintained a relationship of trust for decades and worked together on matters involving vested interests, his disappearance had a significant impact on other sects and merchant groups, which soon caused a major uproar within the Murim Alliance.

Now that the situation has reached this point, my head is spinning.

Should we really view that(?) as a character imitating Songbaekpungsa?

Or should I assume that Song Baek-pung-sa himself was a spy planted by the Demonic Cult long ago? ‘This is driving me crazy.’ If it were the former, things would go smoothly, but if it were the latter, in the worst-case scenario, I might face retaliation from many sects, including the Wudang Sect.

But will worrying lead to a better option?

Ultimately, it is a situation where a decision is required.

And I had no desire to stake an uncertain future on something like a desperate wish.

Since when have I been worrying about things like that?

Unraveled the Gwisik movement.

He lifted the guard that concealed his energy and continued to monitor him.

Whether or not he sensed my presence, he continued with his originally planned tasks.

Having completed his packed schedule until late at night, he finally seemed to relax a little; he untied the strings of his robe and walked in a relaxed manner.

He looked around the market without any sense of unease, browsing the goods of the merchants who had set up their stalls until late at night and buying a few things.

As I chased him slowly but surely, he had already entered a dark alley before I knew it, and the moment I took a step to follow him.

“I wondered who was chasing me, but it turns out to be quite a famous person?”

He was waiting for me in the alley.

Black Flame Dragon Jin So-un.

“Seeing that you aren’t even surprised, it looks like you followed me on purpose.”

I stared intently at his face and expression.

However, there was no sign of lying or trace of a human mask.

“What on earth is the reason a disciple of the Taeeul Sect chased me away? I mean, someone who has been enjoying the greatest fame lately.”

Moreover, even the subtle hostility and weighty spirit visible to me.

If this is not a genuine lay disciple of the Wudang Sect, then who can be called a ‘real’ Baekdo martial artist?

My mind becomes confused.

However, we cannot just wait indefinitely, nor can we clean up the mess after it happens.

You must prove it right now.

I bowed my head while gripping the fist.

I have long admired you after hearing of your reputation, so I have come to visit you to receive your teachings.

“Hahaha, the Black Flame Dragon Jin So-un? You mean me, a mere lay disciple?”

“Wouldn’t it be difficult to belittle the reputation of having built the Songbaek Escort Agency in Jiangxi Province with a single sword by calling it ‘mere’?”

“Haha! Even gold plating you didn’t mean. I really don’t know what your intentions are.”

Songbaekpungsa, subtly baring his teeth and expressing hostility.

“Even if, as you say, it is merely to receive instruction, now is not the appropriate time, so visit formally later.”

Attitude or tone of voice. Nothing looks suspicious.

Nevertheless, he draws his sword.

Zhuge Xiaoming dying and me falling out with the Wudang Sect.

‘If I had to choose between the two, the latter would be the right choice. Besides, I’m already at odds with the Wudang Sect anyway.’ *Swoosh.*

As the Red Light Sword revealed its blade and then unleashed its energy, a subtle tension ran across Song Baek-pungsa’s face as well.

“I heard that the people of your sect have come to Infinite.”

“Can you take responsibility?”

No answer was needed.

The outcome was already decided anyway.

Snail extract

As the Socheon Sword Technique thrust sharply in, Song Baek-pung-sa unbuckled the belt around his waist.

Shhhhh.

Whether a blade was hidden inside or not, the thin blade unraveled like a snake and faced the Red Light Sword.

The Five Elements Sword, which forms the foundation of the shaman, blocks the Socheon Sword Technique.

Clang! Shhhhhh

He immediately unleashed the Great Heaven Sword Technique, disorienting the eyes, but Song Baek-pungsa calmly unfolded the Five Elements Sword, deflecting the illusionary swords while facing the real swords squarely.

“Tell me. What is your ulterior motive?”

Honestly, the moment the Five Elements Sword unfolded perfectly, I felt that something was wrong.

But now that we’ve come this far, is there any reason to go back?

To be honest, it’s because I wanted to test it out.

“test?”

This is a martial art I recently acquired.

Along with the words, he released the control of the Red Light Sword.

Ughhhhh.

As a scream of unknown origin echoed in all directions, the sword surface turned red.

Songbaekpungsa, who had been relaxed until now, also stepped back as if startled.

And taking advantage of that gap, he unleashed the Five Elements Sword’s Crushing Technique.

Clang! Shhhhhhh.

The shattering technique that thrusts through the phantom swords of the Great Heaven Sword Technique.

As Song Baek-pung-sa exerted his full power, his martial arts uniform swelled up as if about to burst, and then his hands and feet moved in all directions as if dancing to block the Red Light Sword.

Whoosh.

Swords clashed once.

“after…….”

I couldn’t hide my triumphant smile.

“Damn, I’m totally scared.”

“what?”

I was scared because I thought it wasn’t the Demonic Cult.

What are you talking about… … .”

I looked at the guy’s face and twisted the corners of my mouth even more.

“개새끼야. 파쇄식을 완벽하게 막아 놓고도 아직도 송백풍사의 흉내를 내려는 거냐?”

Songbaekpungsa—no, the face of one of the Oryeongyuma suddenly contorted.