Myst, Might, Mayhem Chapter 105

< Episode 30: Master of Assassination (1) >

-Human. Open the wooden box. If so I will grant the wish of the person who rules over the assassination.

‘!?’

Mok Gyeong-un chuckled and muttered at the voice that came from the wooden box.

“You’re selling drugs too openly.”

-….

This was deceptive.

It wasn’t much different from asking outright to open the wooden box.

She spoke in a tone that made it sound like the young lady was appalled.

-What kind of wish can I grant if I can’t even let go of my own body?

“I agree with that. But what is it?”

-It looks like the monster has been sealed away. But I can’t believe I can hear a voice while it’s sealed. This is my first time seeing something like this.

She has lived as a vengeful soul for a hundred years.

And she was sealed like a beggar in this wooden box.

But this is the first time this has happened.

Originally once it was sealed energy and everything else was blocked so the inside and outside were blocked.

But hearing this voice means

“iced coffee. “There are cracks.”

-Crack?

There were some cracks on the top of the wooden box that Mokyungun pointed to.

-I see. But this wooden box….

“It’s strange that there isn’t an amulet or something.”

-You noticed it too.

It was a strange thing.

As Cheongryeong said there was no amulet or anything in the wooden box to seal the vital energy.

So how on earth is this ominous being trapped in this wooden box?

I didn’t understand.

While I was wondering I heard a voice.

– Damn it. I wondered how lucky I was to be able to hear the voice of the principal and since he was talking about amulets I guess he was a Taoist who had mastered Taoist arts.

“Doin? “What does that mean?”

-Don’t act like it’s not the case. Do you think this office will be deceived?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but I think you can think of it as a teacher learning martial arts.”

-radiation? iced coffee. It looks like they are of the same race as the person wearing the uniform that came last time.

‘Same tribe?’

Judging from the way they were talking it seemed like someone had come.

In fact there was no way that a person who had mastered the art of magic would not be able to detect such an ominous spirit.

In the first place it is a method that cannot be done except by emitting a red line.

Mo Gyeong-un asked this.

“Who came?”

-I came. He was a sinister man with three eyes. This was my first time seeing a guy with eyes that had disappeared since the ancient times.

“Three eyes? What is that? “Do you know the spirit?”

-Do you think you know all the principles of the world?

Mokgyeongun tilted his head at Cheongryeong’s words.

To put it simply ‘sam-eye’ (三眼) means having three eyes.

That such a deformed being came here?

While I was wondering a voice came from the wooden box.

-How can you idiots and insignificant people know what happened in ancient times?

-…I’ve been talking to you since a while ago you monster.

“Wait a minute.”

-what?

Mo Qingyun said suppressing her anger.

“So what is the Three Eyes?”

-That’s literally it. Three-eyed. It is a strange object born in a human womb. There is a story that when it is born it is in ruins.

“Mango?”

-But it’s really fun. Even in the ancient times if the Three Eyes were born they would not have survived even a day and would have been killed.

It was difficult to understand what he was talking about.

Mok Gyeong-un organized this.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but are you saying that the Three-Eyed Demon of Dobok placed you here?”

-okay. I don’t know what he did but no one recognized him after he left.

“The fact that I didn’t recognize it…”

-Accept it as if it never existed in the first place.

“As if it doesn’t exist?”

Cheongryeong strongly denied the words that flowed from this box.

-That can’t be possible. No matter how much time has passed and human magic has become stronger eliminating awareness goes against the principles of the world.

-Hoo. You know everything about this topic.

-A ghost? This damn monster from earlier!

-Knock knock knock!

There was a crack in the wooden doll that was sealing the spirit.

It was ready to escape at any moment and destroy the wooden box.

Mok Gyeong-un tried to dissuade her.

“Cheongryeong. Please be patient.”

-If a middle schooler is like you….

“Rather than continuing to do this wouldn’t everything be better if I made it my own?”

-yours? Whoa.

Cheongnyeong muttered as if he was intrigued by Mokgyeongun’s whispers.

The expression to make it your own ultimately meant that it would be okay to make it into a food spirit.

Mokgyeongwoon has the ability to turn even high-ranking vengeful spirits into food spirits.

If he was Imae Mangyang whose strength was reduced due to being locked in a wooden box he might be able to be used as a food spirit.

I have confirmed that this guy’s potential is to absorb loneliness.

-Still be careful. I think it would be best to reduce the pressure without touching the seal as much as possible.

“I think so.”

Mo Gyeong-un also had the same thoughts as her.

In the case of yogi (妖氣) it is like condensed energy so absorbing it will be helpful.

Then I heard a voice from the wooden box.

-hey. human being.

“yes.”

-I guess my position looks light in your eyes because you’re trapped here. This seat is the master who rules over assassinations.

“So.”

-I will grant whatever wish you wish as long as you leave me here. Did you say grandfather earlier?

“….”

-Don’t you miss that old man?

Hearing this voice Mo Kyung-un’s eyes became sharper than before.

He didn’t particularly like other pranks but he really didn’t like messing with his grandfather.

Mok Kyung-un did not respond and approached the wooden chest.

Then he picked it up and put it down on the floor.

-That’s right. Break the wooden box.

“I intend to do so. ah. Of course before that…”

-Sigh!

Mok Gyeong-un placed his palm on the cracked part of the wooden box.

And he soon memorized the formula for chak (着) in his heart.

Then the ominous spirit flowing out of the crack soon began to flow into Mok Gyeong-un’s palm.

-Shoooooooo!

-!?

He must have sensed this and his voice did not hide his embarrassment.

-Human…what are you doing now…

“Even though you’ve been locked up for a long time you still have a lot of energy. “Please share some.”

-Stop!

“It’s late.”

With those words Mok Kyung-un absorbed the flowing energy as it was.

Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes were struck by the fairly large amount.

‘There are a lot.’

There was a lot more energy than expected.

I never expected that the energy flowing through the cracks would be this much.

He only absorbed a small amount but he had already absorbed enough energy to amount to 20 people.

At what level is it possible for someone to have this strong energy even though they are trapped there?

-Well… stop. This insignificant person is taking away the energy of the throne…

“It’s all over so just wait a moment.”

Almost all of the energy flowing out between the cracks is absorbed.

It was a yogi with almost fifty people.

Even so I think I was lucky because there was a certain amount of morale and necessity involved in creating a living ghost through six-person necromancy.

-Shoouuuuk!

Soon the urine no longer flowed out.

Judging by this it seemed to have absorbed most of the energy of the trapped guy.

-Inooooom….

When I heard his voice I lost a lot of strength.

It seemed like he didn’t have the energy to get angry.

-I feel weak. Now make it a food spirit.

“yes.”

Mok Gyeong-un immediately moved his hand holding the inspection paper towards the cracked part of the wooden box.

-Sssss!

The air stirred around the hand holding the test paper.

It was arousing anticipation.

Since it didn’t look like a simple piece of wood the intention was to cut it down with dexterity.

Mok Gyeong-un pointed the paper containing the fortune telling towards the wooden box.

It was that moment.

-Paaaaaaa!

“Huh!”

With a strong rebound force Mokgyeongun’s new model was soon pushed back nearly five steps.

‘What is this?’

-What’s going on?

I asked if Cheongryeong was surprised as well.

Mok Gyeong-un looked at his fingers holding the sword.

Fortunately his finger was safe but the moment he stabbed the wooden box with a knife he was pushed away by an unknown force.

‘what?’

Apparently all the energy flowing out from the cracks in the wooden box was absorbed.

But what kind of English is this?

While I was wondering I heard a voice.

-Do you think a tree made of Holy Spirit wood will break that easily?

“Holy Spirit Tree?”

-Seeing as you don’t know that it seems that good people no longer remain in the afterlife.

“Saints? “What are you talking about?”

-You don’t have to know. Rather know how to break the Holy Spirit Tree….

-Blah blah blah!

It was that moment.

Before the voice could finish speaking the cracked area of ​​the wooden box split apart.

-no?

-Passssss!

Then the wooden box began to rot centered around the cracked area and soon it scattered like ashes.

I had been fine until just a moment ago but this was a strange thing.

Mok Gyeong-un looked at his test paper.

‘Is it because of fraud?’

His spirit was not formed by ordinary inner strength but by fraud which was the energy of death itself.

Morale was opposed to the energy of good health so it dispersed.

It was difficult to accurately predict whether it was because of that or because the force added to an already cracked structure caused it to break.

However the wooden box was broken anyway.

-Isn’t that a scroll?

“I think so.”

I saw something buried in the broken ash of the wooden box.

It was a rolled up scroll.

Mok Gyeong-un approached and picked it up.

It was a fairly old scroll and since it was quite long it looked like it had something like a poem or a picture drawn on it.

-The scroll… Unfold the scroll.

Then I heard a voice.

At this Mok-gyeong-un chuckled and with his hand holding the scroll he immediately memorized the ritual and tried to put it into his mouth.

-…What are you trying to do now?

“I want to eat.”

-what?

I had no intention of matching the rhythm of the monster.

If this scroll was a body related to Imae Mangyang he intended to eat it and use it as a food spirit.

It was the moment when I was about to insert the end of the scroll into my mouth.

-It’s pure!

-Pachichichichik!

At that moment a blue flame shot out from the scroll like lightning.

With that the scroll flew out of Mo Kyung-un’s hand rolled on the floor and soon began to unfold into the hall.

-Catch it!

-Pot!

Mok Gyeong-un stretched out his burned hand toward the scroll and performed a clothing ceremony.

Of course I thought it would be pulled in but it held up in the air.

Then a completely unfolded scroll floated into the air.

‘ah!’

Mok Kyung-un looked at this with a strange look in his eyes.

As expected there was a landscape painting drawn inside the scroll and it was so beautiful like looking at Mureungdowon.

Fog covered the powerful mountain peaks and trees with flowers decorated them.

‘beautiful.’

But there was only one annoying part.

This was because on top of a peak in the middle of a landscape painting a middle-aged man with white hair was sitting in a sitting position with his eyes closed.

‘Why did you draw a person here…?’

It was that moment.

-Park!

The white-haired middle-aged man in the picture opened his closed eyes.

Then

-Sooo!

Isn’t it like stepping into the fog inside a painting and walking out of it?

‘!?’

– Creepy!

The moment it came out Mo Kyung-un felt a shiver run down his spine for the first time in his life.

-Gooooooo!

The moment the white-haired middle-aged man came out of the picture a tremendous magical energy was released and it seemed as if the immeasurable energies of death had gathered into one.

– That’s ridiculous.

The young man muttered with an embarrassed expression.

No matter what kind of evil spirit or vengeful spirit appeared to her she never showed any sign of fear or wavering.

But why are you reacting like this? While she was wondering she struggled to open her mouth.

-…How can this spirit beast level imamamryang?

‘receipt?’

In the Shanhai Jing it is written as follows:

There are countless imamangryangs in the world that humans cannot see.

Among such dualities there are those located in a high-dimensional realm that not only humans but even they can never access.

It is a spirit beast that has lived for a long time.

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