Absolute Regression - Chapter 389



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Where is the 389th Young Cultist’s Magic Sword?

It was the moment when the Jeongma Alliance was dissolved.

What’s wrong? I’ve been talking a lot lately? You thought I wasn’t looking at you to hear your answer? Then you stared at me in the eye and hit me on the back of the head like this?

Baekjagang’s expression brightened and he fired a signal flare to announce the new formation of the Sima Alliance.

‘These Sima Weido bastards!’

Regardless, Geum Woo-jin spoke again as if he meant what he said.

“We hunt together, go fishing, and play baduk together.”

The sword dance was a surprise.

“Huh? We’ve never gone fishing before, right?”

At that moment, Jin Pae-cheon’s eyes flashed coldly. Could it be that you made up a story that didn’t exist? Without even talking to your children? Despite the suspicious gazes directed at him, Geum Woo-jin remained calm.

“Are you the only son?”

Of course, Geommu-geuk asked because he guessed that you went fishing with your brother. He wasn’t the type to say things that weren’t true. He wanted to show his father that he was taking good care of his brother too.

“You’re going too far! Please go fishing with me too!”

Geum Woo-jin pretended not to hear and looked at Jin Pae-cheon as he spoke.

“It was nice to spend time with my son, but it was also time I needed for myself.”

Their gazes met in midair.

Those arrogant and haughty eyes that make people feel bad just by looking at them. That’s why I could tell. That it wasn’t a lie. Because those eyes wouldn’t feel the need to lie.

“Yeah, kids are good, and it’s good to have time for yourself.”

Jinpaecheon’s eyes became cold and sank.

“Then what about you guys?”

The excitement subsided in an instant.

It was not a question asked by a grandfather bragging about his children, but by Jin Pae-cheon, the leader of the martial arts world.

Baek Ja-gang also watched in silence to see what Geom Woo-jin would say.

Geum Woo-jin stared at the bottle of alcohol in front of him. Depending on the answer, the first glass of alcohol from that bottle might not be poured.

“Can you stop us by saving that much time?”

The moment he finished speaking, the air changed in an instant. It became cold and heavy.

Visain looked at Geommugeuk. Jin Hagun and Jin Ha-ryeong also looked at Geommugeuk.

But instead of looking at them, Geommu-geuk looked at his father’s back. These are the people who do not look back at their father or the Heavenly Horse Spirit engraved on their backs. They are the people who only walk forward.

The father, who had briefly turned back because of his son, is now looking forward again. He is looking at the entire martial arts world.

I asked the leader of the martial arts world just now. Can he stop us?

The first to react were the first-floor political leaders.

They were all displaying their momentum and ready to come out at any moment. The words of the Demon Lord just now were a clear provocation.

The Sapa masters also made thorough preparations. They exchanged messages and made plans on how to move in case the Demonic Cult and the Righteous Cult fought.

Bloodthirsty Doma was still looking at the Jeongpa masters standing in front of him with his arms crossed. He had a serious expression on his face, as if he was contemplating who to kill first if a fight broke out.

But in fact, he was thinking of something else. He believed that as long as Geom Woo-jin and Geom Moo-geuk were up there, there would be no fighting.

He was thinking of Seo Dae-ryong now. Listening to the conversation on this level, he realized that he too had never had an in-depth conversation with his disciple.

‘I guess we’ll have to see each other separately soon.’

I was surprised at myself for being like this. And I didn’t hate it. In the past, I would have hated it. I believed that such soft emotions would only hasten my fate.

Suddenly, Geommugeuk remembered something he had heard from the cult leader before.

It’s a cheap sentiment that’s perfect for dying.

Yes, I would have thought so. I thought and lived like the leader. But these days, I often think that of all the emotions I have, that might be the most expensive.

Hyeolcheon Doma turned his head at the heat he felt next to him.

Ilhwageomjon had already chosen her opponent. If a melee broke out, she planned to kill Taeeulsingeom.

Taeeulsingeom had also read her murderous intent, so he secretly hoped that a fight would break out.

‘We must wipe out all the demonic bastards without leaving a single one behind.’

Because his heart was always unchanging.

As the atmosphere became tense, Chwima opened the cork of the bottle and drank it all down.

The subtle scent further heightened the tension in the room.

Of course, there were people who were relaxed even in this situation.

The Poison King opened the window and looked outside with his chin resting on the windowsill.

Some might have thought he was arrogant and sent him a cold air, but no one dared to quarrel with the Poison King. He could be killed, but everyone would have to die together. That was always the case with the Poison King.

At that time, the tension was still tense.

Geommugeuk sent a message to Baekjagang.

-Please stop it.

-I?

It felt surprising and at the same time not bad to be asked for help.

-Then who will stop it?

-We would welcome a fight between the political faction and the demonic cult.

-What if you become close after fighting?

-That’s difficult.

Of the three people here, Baek Ja-gang was the most flexible.

“Sain, pour me a drink.”

“Yes, Master.”

Visain filled Baekjagang’s glass.

Both Geumwoojin and Jinpaecheon knew his intentions well. If they really weren’t going to fight a life-and-death battle here.

“Mugeuk-ah, pour me a drink.”

“Yes, father.”

Jinpaecheon also said without giving up.

“Hagunah, pour me a glass of alcohol.”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

So the three of them each drank a glass.

Jinpaecheon asked Geommugeuk as he put down his glass.

“Your magic is here?”

“Yes.”

“Where is that magician?”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Geommu-geuk at Jinpaecheon’s question. Not only Jinpaecheon, but Baekjagang was also curious. Where on earth could his magic sword be found in this tavern?

An unexpected answer came out of Geommugeuk’s mouth.

“You are watching me right now, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

Geommugeuk looked at Jo Chun-bae, who was standing there awkwardly, unable to get down.

Only then did Jin Pae-cheon realize that the swordmaster of the Geommu Theater was Jo Chun-bae.

“That owner is your magician?”

“Yes.”

The person in question, Cho Chun-bae, was the most surprised. He was used to being surprised these days, but this was another record-breaking moment.

Have you ever been a disciple of a cult leader? This guy is drunk. And he said this in front of the cult leader, the martial arts leader, and the apostle leader. Heh heh, he’s really drunk.

This time, Jin Pae-cheon asked Jo Chun-bae.

“Are you a disciple of the Small Cult?”

“How dare I.”

Jo Chun-bae was so embarrassed that he didn’t know what to say.

“Tell me what you think. I want to hear what the person involved thinks. I’m not trying to intimidate you, so answer comfortably.”

If you tell me to be comfortable, where can I find a comfortable seat?

Jo Chun-bae was at a loss as to what to do, and then suddenly looked at Geommu-geuk.

The sword dance was smiling at him. As always, the sword dance’s eyes spoke. Don’t be afraid, I am here.

How can I repay the kindness of that person who gives such great meaning to me, a worthless person? Repaying it with my life is already far from enough.

“I am…….”

As soon as he started talking, the surroundings became so quiet that not a single breath could be heard. He felt that everyone was focused on him.

‘Oh my, heart! Stop beating!’

Jinpaecheon said with a smile.

“Speak as if you were the person you saw this morning. You spoke well back then, didn’t you?”

Did I just talk well? I even scolded the leader.

Jo Chun-bae took a deep breath and began to speak. In fact, this was not what he wanted to say to Jin Pae-cheon, but to Cheon Ma Geom Woo-jin. Since this would be his only chance to speak to him, Jo Chun-bae mustered up his courage.

“The head sect leader opened a branch of Hwangcheon-gak across from our tavern. He told us to go there and report any wrongdoings we had. We had been treated unfairly by uninhabited people all our lives, but we went to Hwangcheon-gak’s uninhabited island and reported it there. We have become close with them these days. We even bring delicious food to the people at the branch to eat.”

His voice was trembling, which made it sound all the more genuine.

“The young sect leader often comes to my tavern to drink with me, and he tells me this: My magic doesn’t break tables.”

The first-floor masters who heard that for the first time looked at each other and exchanged glances. Did I hear it wrong? What are you saying?

“Since then, the drunkards who used to beat people up and cause trouble have gradually disappeared. The unmanned people who used to treat the merchants here like servants have also disappeared. The number of people dying in accidents has decreased, and the number of people who go missing has also decreased. I don’t know what magic is, what level is, and what an apostle is.”

Jo Chun-bae was speaking with his eyes tightly shut. The only thing that gave him the strength to overcome his fear was his heart for the sword dance.

“However, if I had a choice and had to choose only one of all the ‘ways’ in the world, I would choose the Little Leader’s magic way without hesitation. Even if I didn’t know what it was, I would choose it. I guarantee that everyone in Magachon would do the same, not just me. Because when everyone else was far away, only the Little Leader was by our side.”

Now that he’s said it, Jo Chun-bae revealed his true feelings that he’s never expressed before.

“I hope that the Little Leader will not do anything big in the future. I am sure that the Little Leader will be considerate of the people he meets and will act for everyone. I am worried that those things will be too hard for him. I am worried that he will get tired.”

Jo Chun-bae, who had finished speaking as if possessed, lowered his head.

“I am a lowly person, but I have presumed upon you. Please forgive me.”

His body trembled. As soon as he finished speaking, fear came over him. He couldn’t remember what he had said. Did he commit a rude act that he shouldn’t have done?

The swordsman approached him and spoke softly.

“Thank you, sir. What kind of owner in the world would speak for me here?”

“It would be the opposite. What kind of a cult leader in the world would speak for the owner of a tavern? I would die here without any regrets for the cult leader.”

Geom Woo-jin, Jin Pae-cheon, and Baek Ja-gang were all silently looking at Jo Chun-bae’s hot gaze. Geom Mu-yang, Bi Sa-in, Jin Ha-gun, Jin Ha-ryeong, and the demons and masters of the Jeongpa and Sapa on the first floor were the same.

Some people understood the relationship between the two deeply, while others did not understand it at all. Some thought it was a trick and an act. Some thought it was pathetic.

It was just then.

Again and again.

With a clear sound, Geum Woo-jin poured alcohol into the glass in front of him.

“Master, come and have a drink from me.”

“!”

Jo Chun-bae became lost in thought at Geum Woo-jin’s words.

“How dare I!”

I was shivering, but who gave me the orders to just stay still?

Jo Chun-bae ran over and politely accepted the drink.

“Drink and pour me a drink.”

After Jo Chun-bae drank, he poured some into Geom Woo-jin’s glass. His hands were shaking so much that the alcohol spilled out of the glass.

But the alcohol flowed back into the glass like a lie. The overflowing alcohol from Geumwoojin was poured back into the glass as the ultimate empty water. Not a single drop of alcohol fell to the bottom.

It was then that Jo Chun-bae met Geum Woo-jin’s eyes for the first time.

It was a very brief moment, but it was a look in Jo Chun-bae’s eyes that he would never forget.

It was just then.

“Have a drink with me too.”

Surprisingly, the person who spoke was Jin Pae-cheon. His sincere heart for the sword dance was conveyed to the leader’s heart. Therefore, these words were sincere.

“I still don’t understand the magic of the cult, but at least I think I know why I’m here.”

Jin Pae-cheon offered Jo Chun-bae a drink.

Baekjagangdo wasn’t just there.

He silently gestured for Jo Chun-bae to come closer.

Baek Ja-gang didn’t say anything. He just poured some wine for Jo Chun-bae and lightly toasted his own glass to his.

Bam.

The clear sound of glasses clinking echoed softly throughout the tavern.

That sound became a signal and the tense atmosphere loosened up again.

The swordsman spoke loudly.

“Father, my lord, let us have a drink too.”

As Geom Woo-jin and the two leaders nodded their approval, Geom Mu-geuk took the four people and sat down in a corner of this floor.

“Sir, please give me some alcohol first!”

“Yes, I’m going!”

Jo Chun-bae brought the alcohol and glasses first.

It was at that very moment when everyone was sitting around having a drink and greeting each other.

Something flew up from behind and slowly flew towards where they were sitting.

What had flown in through the air was a dish of stir-fried mushrooms, and it was placed right in front of Visain.

And then Baek Ja-gang’s words are heard from behind.

“It’s our sign’s favorite mushroom.”

Visain opened his eyes wide. It was the most bewildering sight he had seen since meeting Visain.

Then, the duck dish on Jinpaecheon’s table could not stand it anymore.

The food sent by Jinpaecheon flew through the air and was placed in front of Jinhagun.

“Hagunah, this is the duck you like. Don’t drink on an empty stomach.”

Then, a bowl appeared on the table, even though it seemed like it would never come to mind no matter what.

The food that flew from Geom Woo-jin’s table landed in front of Geom Mu-geuk.

“This is a dish I don’t like.”

Then Geom Woo-jin said.

“I sent it because it’s a dish I don’t like.”

From where Geommugeuk was sitting, only his father’s back was visible. It was as if the Heavenly Horse Spirit was smiling.

“As expected! Blood is thicker than water, and our tastes are similar! But the food my father sent me is the best.”

Jin Ha-gun shouted at the shout of the sword dance.

“No! The food the Lord sent is the best.”

He shouted even louder, not even supporting the visa.

“No! The food that the master sent is the best.”

Jin Ha-ryeong smiled with an expression that said he couldn’t stop this new competition. They say that no matter how old a man gets, he’s still a child, so if you want to study men, you just have to study children, and these men are protecting the martial arts world.

“Why are you laughing like that?”

In response to the question of the sword dance, she raised her glass and said.

“It’s so filling. Come on, let’s all have a drink together!”