Myst, Might, Mayhem Chapter 124

< Episode 35: The Demon Sword (3) >

A white-haired man whose entire body was chained.

He must have been locked up for a long time so his long beard wasn’t even trimmed.

If you look at his face in the flickering torchlight he appears to be only in his mid-30s at most but his hair and beard are white.

The white-haired man’s expression showed no change even though he was in an uncomfortable position due to the chains.

It was good to see him as expressionless himself.

-Tap!

The man slowly raised his head and looked at the moonlight visible through the iron bars.

The execution will take place tomorrow.

When will we be able to understand the sense of fear and fear?

Those facing death all had expressions full of pain.

Will you be like that too?

Even at this moment before death there is no feeling.

Why was he born like this?

I don’t know.

While doing so a strong wind suddenly blew into the prison.

-Wheeeeee!

Then the torch that was lighting up the inside of the prison went out.

[what?]

I heard the jade keeper who had been dozing off standing up with those words.

But then the sound of something falling to the floor followed.

-thud!

‘what?’

While I was wondering I heard the sound of someone walking towards the prison which was filled with darkness.

It was the sound of one person’s footsteps.

But when I looked ahead I saw two figures in the darkness.

‘Two people?’

Although Danjeon is said to have been dismantled it was right in front of me but for some reason I couldn’t even feel it.

He probably seemed like a great expert.

While I was doing that I heard a small voice.

[In the Book of Thousands of People… He is a murderer who cut off the heads of a thousand people and built a pagoda with the heads of thousands of people. There are enough materials.]

[oh my god…]

Next a sigh was heard.

Looking in front there was a Chinese character in full-colored attire pointing at jade with his hand behind his back and an old man looking at him with his eyebrows furrowed.

By moonlight I could only tell that it was an old man but this strange smell…

‘The smell of burnt coal and iron…’

[Are you a blacksmith?]

Hearing the white-haired man’s words a strange look appeared in the old man’s eyes.

The old man stared at him and opened his mouth.

[Hey young man. Why did you do that?]

To the old man’s question the white-haired man Seo Jia-ui answered with expressionless eyes.

[I don’t know.]

[You don’t know? Does that mean he just did it?]

[… He just wanted to know.]

[You wanted to know?]

[I wanted to know what emotions were.]

[emotion?]

[okay.]

He has no feelings of joy anger sadness or joy.

He wanted to know that feeling because he had not been able to figure out what it was since he was a child.

That was what he had wanted most in his life.

[I just wanted to know what it was.]

A strange desire that is different from that of ordinary people.

Why did this desire lead to such a twisted ending?

[For that reason there must have been many other methods so how could so many people…]

I couldn’t continue talking.

The soldiers whose throats were cut by his hands all had expressions of despair and pain.

He built the tower as if it were a work of art.

[…Because it was easier to feel fear and fear than joy or pleasure.]

[be easy?]

[Everyone shows those feelings in the face of death.]

[Huh…]

The old man stuck his tongue out at his words.

Then he said:

[The old man seems to have a hard time understanding you young man. However if you have that twisted desire and obsession you might be qualified.]

[qualifications?]

[Before a young man dies doesn’t he want to leave something to the world?]

[What does that mean?]

The old man twitched the corner of his mouth and spoke to the puzzled man.

[How about offering yourself for the birth of a sword that will never exist again?]

‘!?’

* * *

Mok Gyeong-un looked at the evil sword he was holding.

I had no idea what had just happened.

He tried to absorb the unique energy of the evil sword through the ritual of wearing clothes but as it was absorbed into the body it instantly penetrated into his head.

But soon I was able to come to my senses.

‘Hmm. ‘What is this?’

Before I knew it various memories that were not my own were mixed together in my head.

Whose memory is this?

Memories came back to me in a jumbled mess.

The most powerful memory is

[Woo Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

It was an absolutely terrifying memory of my whole body melting together with the sight of me jumping into molten iron.

It seemed like it had happened alive but what was strange about this scene was that even though he was in such pain he was feeling joy.

Why did I feel joy in facing such a terrible death?

It’s such a unique memory.

‘hmm?’

no.

These fragmentary memories.

The only time he showed any emotion was at the moment of death.

After that strangely it appears that not his own memories but the memories of many of his people are mixed together.

Among them

‘Cancer?’

A cancerous form is also seen.

Although it was only a brief moment the memory was truly interesting.

As I was doing that I heard a resonance sound coming from the sword I was holding.

-Oooooh!

Mok Gyeong-un looked at the evil sword.

Then the evil sword made a resonant sound and fell.

It looked as if he had succumbed to fear.

When Mo Kyung-un saw this one corner of his mouth went up.

* * *

‘What on earth is this?’

The female leader looked around with startled eyes.

At that moment I saw tens of thousands of swords turning all over the place and everyone here was turning into a hive of swords and dying.

I was embarrassed to see those who had died like that but in an instant the bodies were engulfed in pitch-black flames and everything turned to ashes.

When I came to my senses in shock I realized that it was all in vain.

It was as if I had seen a vision.

-Gurgling!

The scene was so vivid that I could feel that even my bast face was wet with sweat.

It felt like unstoppable destruction and chaos.

Is it possible to feel this much heart-pounding fear over something that is nothing more than a fantasy?

“Whew….Whew…..”

A strange look appeared in the eyes of King Amjong.

Not only that but all the executives around him had surprised faces as if they were possessed by something.

Bo Hyuk-so the two great leaders even let out a rough breath while holding his neck.

Did I have a vision of my throat being cut?

‘What happened?’

Amjongju felt puzzled by this strange situation.

Does it make sense that not just one or two people but everyone around them sees this nonsense?

The head of the clan looked at Mo Qingyun.

‘!?’

His eyes were trembling.

Something is strange.

Just now I saw that Mo Qingyun’s eyes had turned into smooth black jade.

But now he was just fine.

Could it be that even that was an illusion?

‘What on earth?’

The person holding the magic sword the evil sword is Mok Gyeong-un.

But why did they see this vision?

The child was made to hold the sword to find out what his desires were but I don’t know why this happened.

‘no way?’

As I was doing this Mok Gyeong-un lightly swung his sword and swung it.

The Amjongju’s eyes widened as he heard the cheerful sound of a wave cutting through the air.

It was the same for Myeongdo King Son Yun.

“you?”

I don’t know what the terrible vision I just saw was but looking at Mo Qingyun’s appearance now he didn’t seem to have been affected by the magic sword at all.

Moreover the ominous energy I felt from the sword suddenly disappeared.

Son Yun asked this.

“…Are you okay?”

“yes. “It’s okay.”

‘Are you okay?’

Son Yun frowned at Mok Gyeong-un’s words.

Is it really true that nothing is wrong?

When I looked at the executives around me they all had faces that seemed as if they had seen something in vain just like me for a split second.

There was no way this could have happened by chance.

“…Can you give the sword to the king who saw it briefly?”

“A sword?”

“okay.”

The reason Son Yun asked this question was simple.

He knew many anecdotes related to the magic sword and that those who were obsessed with it were obsessed with it.

Therefore I thought that if Mok Gyeong-un was really chosen by the sword as his master and it was no big deal he would ignore it without any hesitation.

It was then.

“Here it is.”

Mok Gyeong-un readily placed his palm on the body of his sword and politely took the sword with both hands.

Son Yun’s eyes narrowed when he saw this.

Was this child really chosen by the evil sword?

‘…..You’ll know when you hold it for yourself.’

Sun Yun stretched out his hand towards the evil sword sword in Mok Gyeong-un’s hand.

Then the head of the Amjong hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

“Adult King of Brightness!”

“It’s okay. “I just wanted to check for a moment.”

Hearing his words the head of the clan looked at him with concerned eyes.

Of course I knew for what purpose he was trying to hold the sword but even he who had reached the peak of his maturity lost his senses to the sword for a moment.

Even though Son Yun the king of the sword was an expert who had reached the pinnacle and was about to hit the wall he was still very dangerous.

however

-widely!

Son Yun grabbed his handle and lifted him up but nothing happened.

The sword that looked so ominous just a moment ago was now just showing off its appearance shining like an ordinary sword.

‘what?’

Where on earth did that ominous energy go?

The resonance sound was also not heard.

Son Yun who was holding the sword and swinging it lightly looked at Amjongju with puzzled eyes.

Lord Amjong also looked at the evil sword with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.

He couldn’t believe that the sword that had been giving him so much trouble had become so calm after being in his hands.

I honestly didn’t understand.

‘Was that child really chosen by the evil sword?’

Seeing that nothing happened even though Son Yun held it for a long time it seemed that the evil sword that had chosen its owner had transformed into a famous sword rather than a magic sword.

It was truly amazing.

The head of the cancer clan let out an exclamation and said.

“The King of Brightness adult. “It appears that the real owner of the evil sword has been decided.”

* * *

In this way Mok Gyeong-un obtained a rare magic sword made by the great master Ku Ya-ja called the Akjeukgeom.

During this process the executives nearby saw a strange vision but although they were suspicious of it they all kept silent as if they had made a promise.

In fact it was because of this that everyone suddenly said that they had seen a vision leading to destruction and it was also a matter of pride to say that they were only captured by the magical aura of the magic sword even though it was only for a moment.

However thanks to this they realized one thing.

If I ever have to confront that kid named Mok Gyeong-un I will definitely have to make him take the sword out of his hands.

Nothing much happened right away but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was strangely dangerous.

‘It’s a shame.’

Son Yun King of Myeongdo could not help but feel sad that Mokgyeongun was taken away.

I can’t believe you chose that Amjongju instead of Won Byeong-hak the King of Violent Power.

I never expected that such a result would occur because of just one magic sword.

Unfortunately there was nothing I could do.

‘I have no choice but to be satisfied with this child.’

The student that Myeongdo King Son Yun received at the coronation ceremony was none other than Mok Yu-cheon.

Another child of the Yeonmok Swordmaster who was taken hostage.

Of course this wasn’t his choice.

It was entirely Mo Yu-cheon’s choice.

[…I want to become stronger. Better than that guy.]

This was what Mo Yu-cheon said in front of the executives.

That guy was none other than Mok Gyeong-un.

Most executives turned a blind eye to his words.

This was because Mok Yu-cheon had mastered boatcraft and thought it was a bomb that could explode at any moment.

However Son Yun the King of Myeongdo was the only one who did not turn away.

He rather spoke to Mok Yu-cheon.

[Do you want to become stronger?]

[….yes.]

[I can make it that way if you follow the king’s teachings carefully.]

Hearing these words Mo Yu-cheon chose him without hesitation.

Actually there was a hidden intention behind this.

King Son Yun of Myeongdo also did not covet Mo Yu-cheon’s mastery of the strange boatcraft but took him as a disciple out of consideration for his relationship with Mok Gyeong-un.

Since he had no one in particular in mind as a disciple other than Mok Gyeong-un it could be said that he was just in case.

‘It has enough value as a hand to suppress that guy.’

Mo Yu-cheon who didn’t know this just wanted to become stronger.

And he was Jeong Maeng Amcheon’s horse and he still did not forget that favor.

The goal here was to rise to the highest possible position and regain one’s honor as a political figure.

‘This child’s talent is no less than that so we should have high expectations.’

Won Byeong-hak the king of Byeokryeokwon received Mujangyak as his disciple.

He originally targeted Yeon Mu-ung from the secret gate but in terms of talent Yeon Mu-ung was not even half as good as Mujang Yak.

‘Hmm. ‘I guess it’ll be okay.’

Choeum Gokju Hang Yeoryang followed his original goal and accepted Mo Ha-rang of Mo Hwa-bang as his disciple.

Although she was worried like King Son Yun of Myeongdo over her Mok Yu-cheon she was an abomination to those in her political faction regardless of whether she converted or not.

Therefore she decided to stay true to her original purpose.

Unfortunately Yeomga of Jusalgok lost his life so the remaining student Yeonmuwoong of Bigyeongmun failed to achieve his goal and was chosen as a disciple of Daesoman the great leader of the Red Blood Order.

Only Yeomma Dan’s Daeju Bohyeokso returned empty-handed and without any results.

* * *

In this way the gateway to this Sihyeolgok ended safely.

The cadets who were selected by the executives who came as observers at the closing ceremony left with them to their residences.

Mokgyun also followed the path he had chosen.

As he left Sihyeolgok the head of Amjong said:

“Oh ho ho. It’s truly a coincidence. “I didn’t know that I would receive a student who walks a completely different path than me.”

Amjongju’s German martial arts was a Taoist method.

On the other hand the Dokmun martial arts that Mok Gyeong-un mainly learned could be called swordsmanship.

That’s why I regretted this part.

Mok Kyung-un smiled and said.

“There is no particular difference between the sword and the sword but if you teach me I can learn as much as I want.”

Hearing those words the head of Amjong smiled and said.

“Hoo. “Really?”

“yes.”

“I need a little compensation is that okay?”

A little price?

What does this mean?

To Mok Gyeong-un who looked puzzled the head of the clan spoke coquettishly covering his mouth with his hand.

“My German martial arts skills have strong negative energy so in order to learn them I have to be castrated.”

‘!?’

< Episode 35: The Demon Sword (3) > end

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