Absolute Regression - Chapter 387



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Episode 387 We’re not in a position to laugh it off.

When I climbed the stairs, I saw Cheonma Geomwoojin in front of me.

Jinpaecheon felt his heart pounding for the first time in a long time.

‘How long has it been since I’ve felt this excited?’

Geum Woo-jin got up from his seat and was waiting for her.

Ma and Jeong, Jeong and Ma.

The leaders of both camps who have been fighting endlessly for a long time.

The two stared at each other in silence. It had been more than ten years since they had met. Normally, they would have greeted each other politely, but they didn’t say anything. No greetings came out of their mouths.

Jin Pae-cheon’s first words after breaking the silence.

“It’s the same look in your eyes.”

When he met Geom Woo-jin again like this, Jin Pae-cheon finally realized how much he had hated this person. How much he hated the Demonic Cult. The Geom Woo-jin in his imagination was a glorified Geom Woo-jin.

It was amazing how much hatred had been hidden there, and the hostility was so great that it was surprising.

The self-control that I had developed over the years while meeting countless people collapsed in an instant the moment I saw Geum Woo-jin’s cold and haughty gaze.

The look in Lee Ja’s eyes remains the same. His ambition to take over the martial arts world remains the same.

Jinpaecheon’s heart grew cold.

This time, Geum Woo-jin spoke calmly.

“You haven’t changed either.”

The words “you” bothered me, and the words “you haven’t changed” bothered me. I could have interpreted it in a positive way, saying “you haven’t aged at all,” but I didn’t.

Jinpaecheon realized once again that he, with his tyrannical personality, had been enduring a lot lately.

As I held this thought, the air around me began to grow cold.

The tension wasn’t just between the two of them.

The first floor was the same.

A tense battle of wits was underway between the sect’s masters and the demons.

In front of the long line of demons stood a swordsman.

Jin Ha-gun stood in front of the lined up Jeongpa masters.

Next to them was Jo Chun-bae, who had not yet entered the kitchen. While he was watching the Murim League leader going up to this floor, a fight broke out on the first floor before he could enter the kitchen.

It was quiet and no one was moving, so I didn’t have the courage to move and go into the kitchen.

The only good thing was that no one was uttering prayers that would directly affect the human body. They were literally just having a staring contest.

There was a look in their eyes that seemed to stab the opponent’s heart and cut his throat.

Someone could have said something that would start a fight, but fortunately no one has opened their mouth yet.

Jin Ha-ryeong saw that even in this tense situation, Geommu-geuk was extremely relaxed.

-Do I have to tell you?

-How do you stop these people?

Well, considering the faces of the people who came together this time, it’s absurd to believe that if it’s a sword dance, it can be stopped somehow.

Because each and every one of them was a person with the potential to become a regional champion.

– It’ll be okay. I don’t think your grandfather would bring someone so reckless and stupid as to start a fight here.

Jin Ha-ryeong looked at the masters standing next to him. They were all people he knew, but he didn’t know everything. Yes, his grandfather must have taken care of it.

Rather, I’m worried about the top.

Her gaze turned to this floor again. Still no conversation was heard.

Should we have a conversation over the phone? Even so, shouldn’t we at least say things like “welcome, how have you been?” and “thank you for coming”? How are things going these days? How are things going at school? No matter how unpleasant the other person may be, shouldn’t we at least say these kinds of greetings?

This floor is quiet, and the first floor is also quiet.

There was a tense atmosphere that seemed like it could explode at any moment.

It was just then.

Jo Chun-bae, looking up at this floor, felt a chill run down his back.

When I looked back, everyone inside was looking at the entrance.

There was a man standing there.

It was a man wearing a neat black uniform. He glanced around at the masters of the Demonic Cult and the Righteous Sect. His eyes were small, but his gaze was intense.

It was over with just one glance. The tense atmosphere in the room was completely absorbed by the man’s presence.

Immediately behind the man stood a young man with an almost hideous appearance, and behind him stood nine other warriors.

Based on Palmazone, the Murim Alliance reduced one person, and the Sadomaeng brought in one more person.

Baek Ja-gang, a thoroughgoing realist, was not the type of person to reduce the number of people he brought in because of his pride, rather he would bring more people if they were brought in.

Jo Chun-bae could feel that they too had a presence similar to that of the Murim Alliance masters who had come in earlier.

There was no sign of hesitation in the gazes looking at the Demon Lord or the gazes looking at the Murim Alliance masters.

Jo Chun-bae’s gaze turned back to the man in black attire.

Although he looked like a mere warrior with only his clothes on, his presence overwhelmed everyone standing behind him. It was the moment when this plain black outfit swallowed up all the fancy clothes.

The sword dance shouted loudly.

“The Apostle Leader has arrived!”

At the word ‘Apostolic Lord’, Jo Chun-bae let out a scream that was almost like a groan, ‘Oh my!’ and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

I was wondering if there would be any more surprises today, and there were.

“Thank you for coming such a long way.”

Baek Ja-gang looked at the sword dance for a moment.

That sword dance drama is half the reason I came here. As much as I was curious about whether or not Geom Woo-jin had still not given up his ambition to become the unified martial arts world, I was also curious about how he raised such a child.

And this matter was related to the future of the Apostolic Alliance, beyond the issue of winning or losing in child farming. The guy in front of me has not been harvested yet. I still have no idea what kind of harvest he will be.

Baekjagang walked briskly up the stairs leading to this floor.

Kwonma tried to guide him, but he declined.

Baek Ja-gang, who was about to go up to this floor, stopped in front of Jo Chun-bae, who was standing near the stairs with his head bowed.

‘Don’t come! Please just go up!’

Jo Chun-bae was having an amazing experience. After Cheonma, he was standing in front of the Murim Alliance leader, and then the Apostolic Alliance leader.

“Are you the owner of this place?”

Jo Chun-bae raised his head at the deep, resonant voice. The voice was truly pleasant to listen to.

“Yes.”

As he answered with a trembling voice, Baek Ja-gang’s gaze, which had been directed at him, shifted to Geommu-geuk.

“The young leader boasted about you a lot.”

Geommu-geuk smiled at Baek Ja-gang because he knew that Baek Ja-gang was saying that out of consideration for him. Baek Ja-gang also went up to this floor with a slight smile on his face.

As expected, you have to look at people often. Because the more I look at those small eyes, the more I think they are cool.

Geommugeuk approached Jo Chun-bae, who was standing there blankly.

“That’s right. Today’s meeting is the first three-way meeting between the leader of the religious sect, the leader of the martial arts sect, and the leader of the apostles.”

It was the moment when Jo Chun-bae finally learned the truth about today’s meeting. It was also the moment when the owner of the last chair was decided.

‘A meeting of the magicians? You’re saying that the meeting was supposed to be held at my tavern? The cult leader, the leader of the martial arts world, and the leader of the apostles will sit on chairs in my tavern? On our chairs!’

Jo Chun-bae raised his head with a bright face, then lowered his head in surprise.

Everyone on the first floor was looking this way.

Those people, whom he had never met even once in his life, were looking at him, a mere bar owner.

Suddenly I felt afraid and my whole body started trembling.

“I think this is a better place than any other for a three-way meeting.”

When I heard the calm voice of the swordsman and saw his gentle eyes, my trembling subsided.

‘Yes, if it weren’t for the cult leader, I would have already died. What would there be to be afraid of?’

It is said that Geommugeuk boasted about himself to both the Murim Alliance Leader and the Apostolic Alliance Leader. Jo Chun-bae showed off his strength.

“I will cook as best as I can.”

Jo Chun-bae walked confidently into the kitchen.

Then, Geommugeuk spoke loudly from behind.

“Today, the owner is the king of all the taverns in the world!”

At that moment, Jo Chun-bae’s legs gave out and he staggered, almost falling over.

Jin Ha-ryeong laughed out loud at Geommu-geuk’s words. He had been letting his guard down and then burst into laughter.

The old master of the Murim Alliance standing next to her turned to look at her, and Jin Ha-ryeong tried to erase her smile.

‘That cult leader is really crazy. I’m a crazy woman who came all the way here just to see that crazy guy.’

On the other hand, those who had only heard rumors about the Geommu Theater were looking at the Geommu Theater with the thought, ‘What on earth is this?’ Are they making fun of us?

-Be careful of that tavern owner.

They even exchanged such messages. Jo Chun-bae misunderstood that it might be a secret plan prepared by the Demonic Cult.

Bisain, Jin Hagun, and Jin Ha-ryeong know that the owner of that tavern is nothing but an ordinary person. The magic of the sword dance lies in protecting this ordinary person. No matter how many people are in this small tavern, he will never let that table break.

-You really can do this.

Geommugeuk answered Jin Ha-gun’s telegram.

-We did it. Of course, I didn’t know we would hate each other this much.

It’s no different from enemies meeting each other after ten years.

-Can you solve it?

-You should try it.

Now the snowball fight on the first floor has become a fight between three groups instead of two.

Each placed his successor in front of the others, and they lined up and glared at each other.

The masters of the Jeongpa disliked the Saphas almost as much as they disliked the Mines.

This time, Daejeonghyeop Im Sang-gon glared at the Sapha masters. There was one person in particular he disliked.

Thunder attack sword Cheonmang (千望).

He was a master who had recently gained fame in Sapa, but many of the masters of Jeongpa died fighting him. I had hoped to meet him someday, and I ended up seeing him here.

When Daejeonghyeop glared at him, Noegyeokdo responded. He glared back without looking away.

The eyes of the two people who had been swearing with their eyes gradually became hotter.

If we left it like this, it seemed like they would run towards each other without regard for front or back.

Just then someone put a hand on Noegyeokdo’s shoulder.

When the brainwashing man looked back, the evil spirit, one of the Seven Great Masters of the Apostles, slightly shook his head to tell him to stop.

It was a monster that was friendly with Noegyeokdo. If you show it to him like this, he will have a reason to back down, and Noegyeokdo turned his gaze away.

Visain looked at the monster and gave it a look of approval.

The situation on this floor wasn’t much different.

When Baek Ja-gang came up to this floor, Geom Woo-jin and Jin Pae-cheon got up from their seats to welcome him.

It was the moment when the three people finally gathered in one place.

Ma, Jeong, Sa.

The first meeting of the time.

Baekjagang could tell.

I could guess what kind of atmosphere it was just by the heavy air flowing through it.

Yeah, we’re not in a position to laugh it off.

If it weren’t for the special variable called Geommu-geuk, I might not have seen his face even once until I died. Or I might have seen him on the day I died.

Baek Ja-gang sat down in the remaining seat because he knew that it was not an atmosphere where people could greet each other.

When Baek Ja-gang sat down, Geom Woo-jin and Jin Pae-cheon also sat down. Again, greetings were omitted.

Baekjagang looked at Geomwoojin first. Geomwoojin, whom he had not seen in a long time, felt different from the last time he saw him.

‘You’re getting older too.’

However, the look in his eyes that seemed to look down on people was the same as before.

Baekjagang looked at Jinpaecheon this time. He was looking out the window, ignoring the two people’s gaze.

Would Jin Pae-cheon, who hates Geom Woo-jin, like Baek Ja-gang?

Baekjagang could tell.

‘I’m already a little excited.’

It must be because of Geum Woo-jin’s gaze. If he himself feels this bad, how much worse must that proud and squeamish old man feel?

‘Is this meeting possible?’

Then, one doubt came to Baekjagang’s mind.

‘This person raised a son like that?’

This cold and blunt person raised that talkative and bright son? I wanted to ask him right away.

‘How on earth did you raise that son?’

Even when the three of them were together, it was quiet. Someone had to take the lead and lead the conversation, but none of them had any intention of doing so.

The silence on this floor heightened the tension on the first floor. And then, from someone’s mouth on this floor.

Sweep it all away!

As soon as this one word comes out, this place will become a sea of ​​blood.

And the solution to this heavy atmosphere was Geommugeuk.

“Master.”

Everyone’s eyes were focused on Geommugeuk.

All the demons who knew him thought this way.

Yes, now that the leader has stepped forward, the mood will change and the meeting will begin in earnest.

I’m glad I wasn’t singled out.

‘What kind of prank is he up to?’

Although Kwon-ma was inwardly anxious, he answered quietly and weightily.

“Why are you doing that?”

“I’m talking about the Apostolic Alliance leader over there.”

This time, Visain flinched. Why me? It was ominous.

‘Please stop talking nonsense!’

A question from the sword dance drama that shatters the longing wind of the visa-free man in one blow.

“Isn’t that face the one that Master likes?”

It was a question that embarrassed both of them. Of course, there was silence in the room, so Geommu-geuk’s words were heard by the three people on this floor, as well as Jo Chun-bae in the kitchen.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on Kwon Ma.

Are you asking me to evaluate the faces of the Apostolic Alliance leaders at the Tripartite Conference?

It was something that should have thundered from the fist of the horse, but the thunder only rang in the heart. The thunder rang with this sound.

‘Let’s see after it’s over.’

I couldn’t yell at the leader of the Demonic Cult here, and ignoring him would be rude to the non-members.

“I like a manly face. Yes, that’s right. That’s the kind of face I like.”

It was something that Kwon-ma would never have said. But Kwon-ma knew. The Geommu-geuk was starting to step forward for this uneasy and dangerous meeting. That was why he stepped forward for his disciple.

If someone else had said that, Bisain might have felt offended.

Is this kid teasing me?

But these were the words of the strongest impressionist, Kwon Ma, who could deal with everyone gathered there with just his impression.

“Thank you for your kind words.”

Visain expressed his gratitude by giving a lottery ticket.

That would have been nice, but

“What does our master’s face look like?”

Visain was embarrassed. He never imagined that he would be asked about Kwonma’s face.

-Why me? Don’t you tease Jin Dae-ju over there!

-Because it’s more fun to tease you.

In the past, I would have been embarrassed and reflexively said, “You look great” or “You look more manly.”

But now it was different.

Visain looked at Kwonma first. Putting aside his preconceptions, he stared at Kwonma calmly.

“Of all the people I’ve seen in the martial arts world, you’re the scariest.”

He spoke honestly but politely.

Kwon-ma accepted it as a gentle joke, as if his attitude was not irritating.

“Fortunately, this face is quite helpful for my job.”

The masters of the Jeongpa and Sapa who were there thought it was really surprising. It was very different from the Kwonma they had heard rumors about.

Anyway, it was a conversation that started with a ridiculous question, but ended up softening the atmosphere that was about to explode.

There’s even a finishing touch. The swordsman said to the non-singer.

“Actually, I also like a face like our little leader.”

Then Visain asked.

“If you could switch faces with me, would you?”

“… … .”

This conversation alone was enough to tell the story of the two. They didn’t hide their friendship from the masters here.

At that moment, Geum Woo-jin’s voice was heard from this floor.

“May the Infinite ascend.”

Then Jinpaecheon spoke competitively.

“The lower ranks, come up.”

Baekjagangdo wasn’t just there.

“Let the sign come up.”

So three people came up to this floor.

The three people on this floor knew that it would not be easy to meet on their own. They hated each other so much. What could they say when they didn’t even want to look at each other?

The three successors stood next to their respective leaders and cult leaders.

At that time, Geum Woo-jin said.

“Muyang, come up too.”

Geommuyang was surprised and went up to this floor because he didn’t know that he would be called.

The black sheep stood with its wings spread on the opposite side of the black sheep.

You have two sons, huh? How funny. Jin Pae-cheon, the fool for his granddaughter, couldn’t stand it.

“The order comes up.”

Jin Ha-ryeong came up and stood opposite Jin Ha-gun. Jin Pae-cheon had a proud expression on his face.

Baekjagang looked at the two people with a dumbfounded expression.

‘Is this so?’