Episode 292
I didn’t even think about it.
The source of the oracle bone was the Demonic Cult, and it was also the remark of the cult leader.
‘under.’
I burst out laughing at the absurdity.
In other words, doesn’t it mean that in order to unlock the secrets related to the return, we must eventually reveal the Heavenly Demon Palace?
‘It’s a prerequisite for extreme evil.’
My head was pounding.
I wondered if this was how a peddler felt as he stood before his eyes with the passageway blocked by falling rocks.
‘Let’s summarize.’
Still, it wasn’t that there was absolutely no income.
Some questions were clearly resolved.
First of all, if I were to list only the facts that were clearly revealed, it would be as follows.
1. The purpose of Muyeongsintu’s creation of Bidong was to store the oracle bone, which has mysterious powers.
2. The fact that Hao Wen-ju and I learned about the future was the result of the power of the oracle bone being revealed.
3. The source of the oracle bone is Ma Gyoju’s notes.
On the other hand, to summarize the questions that have not yet been resolved and that have newly arisen, it was as follows.
1. Why me and Hao Wen Ju?
2. Am I really a precognitive person and not a regressor?
3. If the oracle bone originally belonged to the Demonic Cult, does the current Demonic Cult leader know that I am a returnee?
Four. For what reason did Reporter Cheon join hands with Muyeongshintu?
The first question came to mind when I met Hao Wen-ju in Hunan.
[Cause and effect exist in everything in the world. So, why did you and I experience this strange phenomenon?]
[In other words, I met my end at the same time as you, in the same area, while investigating the same place.]
There was definitely a common denominator between him and me.
Two people who died at the same time and place saw the same future.
It was too elaborate to be a coincidence.
‘But, to put it another way, that’s it.’
It’s true that they have something in common, but that couldn’t be the answer to the first question.
At that time, the number of Murim people who died near Bidong reached three digits.
Right now, three groups of the Blood Heavenly Command, four elders from the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, and the second and fourth brothers lost their lives by my hands.
But why was the power of the oracle bone transmitted only to me and Hao Wenju?
Were two people simply chosen at random?
Otherwise, is there some birth secret between Hao Wenju and me?
[Do you also have memories of your past life?]
[Memories of a past life?]
[I am asking if you returned to the past with memories of the future.]
[Right. It seems you think you have regressed, right?]
The answer to the second question was actually available.
‘Hao Wenju seems to have decided that I have the same precognitive abilities as him.’
My thoughts were different.
I assure you, I was a regressor, not a prophet.
I decided that there was no need to correct the misunderstanding, so I did not refute it.
‘Contemplation and experience are completely different.’
If I had simply possessed knowledge, I would never have reached this level at the age of just over a year old.
Also, the reason I was able to use the Bomber Demonic Attack with maximum efficiency in the fight against the Blood Witch was thanks to my experience using it in my previous life.
‘There was also content in Muyeongsintu’s memoir that seemed to suggest a return.’
For example, the phrase, ‘If I go back to the past, this time I will save everyone.’
[The person who killed Future Day is a man you know well.]
[Are you the leader of the Demon Cult?]
[You’re quick to notice. At the time, I was gathering information about Muyeongsintu’s secret identity and was killed by his hands without even knowing what was going on.]
The third question came to mind while reading Muyeongsintu’s memoir.
How much does Master Ma really know?
If you think about it, the Demon Cultist in his previous life reacted uncharacteristically oversensitive when the rumor about Muyeongshintu’s secret mission spread.
He dispatched a number of people, including myself, to investigate, and even went as far as to come to Aan himself.
‘The cult leader probably knew that the stolen oracle bone was hidden in Muyeongsintu’s secret cavity.’
At least he must have heard the story from the previous religious leader.
However, it was not clear whether he knew that the power contained in the oracle bone had already been used up and that I had returned as a result.
‘Even if you’re not sure, there’s a high possibility that you have some suspicion.’
A rapid onset that is not appropriate for one’s age.
A move that seems to know the future.
Since this much judgment material was given, it was expected that the religious leader would have noticed to some extent.
The reason why he was so wary of me and kept a close eye on me to the point where I thought it was excessive, and the reason why he dispatched the British Academy to plot an assassination, probably had nothing to do with it.
‘As for the fourth question… I haven’t found anything that could be considered a clue, so I’ll just skip it for now.’
I handed the book to Hao Wen-ju and sighed deeply.
My mind became complicated.
I thought there would be a lot of things to pay attention to in the future.
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A month has already passed since Bidong’s attack was completed.
As a result of consistently using the White Thunder Godkong and taking care of my body, my health has now significantly improved.
Five days ago, God gave me permission to do some light exercise.
The news that Muyeongsintu’s Bidong was captured has not yet become known to the public.
Before disbanding the hired workers, they paid a huge amount of compensation and issued a silence order, but it was also important to note that Haomun was working hard to control information.
‘Well, the secret won’t be kept forever.’
I wanted to delay as much as possible the time when related news reached the ears of the Demon Cultist.
At least until he regains perfect health.
“Whoa.”
I stood in front of the large body mirror, adjusted my clothes, and let out a long sigh.
This was the first time in both my past and present lives that I had to groom myself to impress a woman.
As I left my residence and headed to the meeting place, the figure of the woman who had arrived first and was waiting came into view.
When I saw her dressed brightly, unlike usual, I was momentarily speechless.
“······Dang Sojeo.”
“You’re here now.”
“How long have you been waiting?”
“I didn’t wait that long.”
“I never thought you would come out faster than me. “There must still be some work left until the appointed time.”
“Rather than that, how about moving somewhere? “There are a lot of people here.”
“All right.”
Seo-yeon Tang blushes slightly and changes the topic.
I walked at the same pace as her with a soft smile on my face.
Afterwards, she and I traveled to various places.
We ate together at a luxurious guesthouse, stopped by the market to look at products, and chatted while strolling down a deserted street.
‘good night.’
Suddenly, I looked up at the sky and said something to myself.
Even though we were just having a normal conversation, it felt extremely enjoyable.
‘Something as simple as this.’
What on earth was I so afraid of?
I realized it only after I was on the brink of death.
I was a person who couldn’t even properly control my greed.
Having regretted so much in my past life, I was about to regret it again.
My resolve was weak, and my sense of purpose was shallow.
Before I even decided to acquire something, I found a reason to give it up.
‘In this respect, Cheonakgun is better than me.’
Prince Cheonak was confident in everything he did and had no hesitation in expressing his desires.
Just by looking at the name, you can tell his unique and crazy personality, so what more can I say?
In my past life, I laughed at him like that.
I became part of the group that criticized the arrogant and self-righteous Cheonakgun, and internally criticized and belittled him.
‘Now that I think about it, unlike the second execution, the first execution did not even treat me as a competitor.’
Perhaps he recognized my essence.
That I am just a coward.
He said that he would take revenge on his second brother from his previous life, and made a sophistical argument that he did not want to devote his life to destroying the Demonic Cult.
Even though he clearly knew that if he harmed the Sosalma Army, the Demon Cult Master would not remain silent.
He maintained a certain distance from others, saying that he needed to gather those who supported him in order to become an elder of the alliance.
Even though I know that a relationship not based on trust is bound to break down one day.
Even though I knew that Seoyeon Tang had a crush on me, I made various excuses to stay away from her.
Although I was worried that she might turn her back on me.
‘It will be different in the future.’
A decision was made late.
Determined to become a greedy hungry ghost and devour everything.
Money, power, fame, subordinates, and women.
You will get everything you want.
You will reach the future you dream of by any means possible.
Anyone who interferes or threatens the safety of me and my people will be completely excluded.
Even if it is a demonic cult leader.
I glanced at Dang Seo-yeon, who was chatting with a bright expression, and said as if tossing it out.
“I’m only saying this now, but I actually knew.”
“······?”
“That Soju has a crush on me.”
“yes? “What is that…”
“I’m telling you this in case you misunderstand, but I’m not talking about liking you as a friend or colleague.”
Tang Seo-yeon’s face showed a look of bewilderment.
The sight of her wandering around, unable to find anything to say, couldn’t have been more cute.
I stopped in place, took a breath, looked straight into her eyes, and spoke the words I had prepared.
“Sozer. “Would you like to meet me on the condition that you marry me?”
“······!”
* * *
At the same time, the Sima family in Nanjing, Jiangsu Province.
“Aaaah!”
Someone’s desperate scream echoed loudly inside the enclosed space.
Sima Shigeju and Sima Seohwan covered their ears with both hands and frowned.
Tsk, he clicked his tongue and muttered.
“There really is no such thing as a monster. “I can’t believe you’re so excited even though you’re banned from performing internal exercises.”
“An absolute expert is not an absolute expert for nothing.”
A snickering sound followed.
There was an uncomfortable look in Sima Seju’s eyes as he glanced at the man sitting on the wall.
I told him several times that the presence of outsiders would interfere with his work, but he never seemed to have any intention of listening.
“What a delightful sight. “This inhumane thing is happening in the middle of the Baekdo Murim sphere of influence.”
“It was not Confucius who ordered me to do this.”
“So the current situation is all because of me? That’s funny. “Whenever you accept it without much hesitation.”
“······.”
“By the way, is it impossible to manufacture a strong poem?”
“I am not God. “I don’t know of any convenient way to manipulate a corpse to do what I want.”
“According to tradition, the Demonic Cult of the past performed many powerful poems…”
“Tradition is just tradition. “There are a lot of absurd stories that have no reality.”
“Speaking of that, when I provided the recipe for raw ginger, there was an immediate positive response, didn’t it?”
“Because I decided it was quite possible. “Resurrecting the dead is God’s domain, but brainwashing the living is no different.”
“Hmm.”
A man wearing a gray long robe, the Laughing Demon Lord, let out a strange voice.
At that moment, the old man kneeling in the middle of the huge formation shook his shoulders as if convulsing.
“Whoa! Argh!”
For a while, he shook his bound body and screamed.
In the end, the old man’s new body became limp as if it had drank water.
The fact that he fainted with foam at the mouth seemed like he had suffered a great deal of mental shock.
Sima Seohwan gave instructions to Gasol with a hand gesture as if he had been waiting.
A warrior with a magnificent physique left the room carrying the old man on his back, and the waiting monks retrieved the fetish.
“Tsk! Hahahaha!”
Sosalmagun, who was shaking his shoulders and laughing, suddenly burst into laughter.
Sima Seohwan stared at him like he was crazy.
‘What’s so funny?’
If I were to briefly summarize and explain the ‘work’ taking place here, it would be as follows.
After restraining the body with points and blood, the physical strength is reduced through harsh torture.
The subject’s mind is destroyed by administering drugs and putting him/her in an infinite hell realized by Jinbeop.
At the same time, there is constant brainwashing.
To become a doll that faithfully follows its master’s orders.
‘Anyway, these things are called demons.’
I couldn’t understand it at all.
I didn’t even want to understand.
To what extent does one have to be mentally broken to feel joy while watching this terrible work?
“I’m looking forward to it.”
As if what I was laughing about just a moment ago was a lie.
Sosalma-kun, with a cold expression on his face, muttered as he left the secret room.
“How amazing is ginger poetry made from Changgui?”
* * *
Three years and half a year have passed.
Spring at the age of twenty-five.
I swept aside the mobsters lined up in the office and said with a smile on my face.
“I’m sure everyone is expecting this, but the reason we’ve gathered you all together today is to say goodbye.”
“······.”
“Everyone has had a hard time working under a strict boss.”
Finally, the day of moving to Maeng’s headquarters arrived.
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