Disciple of the Celestial Demon - Chapter 205



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Episode 205. Hunting for Your Life

Cheon Myeong-myeong was looking at Nakcheonmun with eyes that seemed to be incomprehensible.

‘Three-time passer?’

At this point when the second round ranking announcement is over, are you going to announce the third round successful candidates right away?

No, it didn’t matter until there.

What Cheon Myeong-Myeong really couldn’t understand was the criteria for those who passed the third round.

“…….”

If I didn’t mishear, Nakcheonmun just said that the standard for passing the third round was one thousand red sand flowers.

The criteria for secondary successful applicants was 100, but it suddenly increased tenfold.

Cheon Myeong-Myeong couldn’t understand how he could possibly accept such a huge increase.

‘If you don’t collect a thousand red flags, you’re out… ‘

Even he, who was currently ranked second, was far from a thousand.

On that list, there was only one person with over a thousand red flags, and that was Cheon Il-myeong.

Of course, if you collect all the divided enemy flags, there may be more than a thousand people, but I thought that at most, the number would be something that could be counted on one hand.

‘Even a thousand cherry blossoms don’t meet the standards.’

A quick glance at his expression told me the truth.

Even that thousand-flowered chrysanthemum didn’t meet the standard. It was a moment when I realized once again that a thousand red chrysanthemums were an enormous number.

Swish-.

At that moment, Cheon Aeng-hwa raised her hand.

“…When is the deadline?”

Of course, a thousand is a huge number, but it is not a level that cannot be achieved if time is given.

Since the standards have been raised exponentially, the deadline will also be given more generously than usual.

Two months. If only she could be given that much time, Cheon Aeng Hwa thought she could easily collect a thousand.

“Five days.”

“……?”

“After that, any candidate who fails to collect a thousand red flags will be eliminated.”

To Cheon Aeng-hwa’s question, Nakcheonmun calmly answered.

“All, five days……?”

It was such a flustered answer that I was speechless for a moment.

I was thinking that two months would be enough time, but five days, let alone two months.

There is absolutely no way to collect all the red flowers in that amount of time. No, that is what Cheon Aeng Hwa was hearing.

‘Is this blatant incitement to a fight between the candidates?’

The only way to collect a thousand Red Flowers in five days is for the candidates to fight each other, risking their Red Flowers.

Wouldn’t the State Council have known that fact and raised the passing standard to a thousand?

In other words, the current Nakcheonmun is no different from instigating a fight between the candidates.

“…Is this how it ends up?”

“…….”

“I thought the competition would test the various qualities needed to become a cult leader… but in the end, it’s no different than last time.”

It was talking about the time when the three major religious leaders were selected.

Of course, Cheon Aeng-hwa wasn’t even born at that time, but it is said that at that time, fights between candidates occurred so frequently that there was no end to the bloodshed in Cheonsan.

Only one person survives and becomes the leader of the cult… … That final winner was Cheon Si-rang, and the current leader.

But this time, I thought I would decide on the sub-religion leader based on different criteria.

There was a simple method called a competition, but didn’t the range of evaluations expand considerably through missions?

There was a good chance that one could become a cult leader without having to fight and shed blood.

But now, Cheon Aeng-hwa was displeased with the attitude of forcing primitive methods as if all that was no longer necessary.

“So you’re not satisfied?”

That was when.

A majestic voice comes from somewhere.

People’s eyes grew wide as soon as they realized who the voice was.

“……!”

A person was walking towards the building, waving a flag.

Why is that person here now? People felt such doubts at the same time, but they quickly came to their senses and took a prostration posture.

chuck-.

Everyone was bowing their heads toward him.

Cheon Si-rang. The atmosphere in the room changed in an instant with the appearance of the leader, the most powerful person in the Magical Cult.

“It looks like you’re not very happy with this decision right now.”

Cheon Si-rang stopped walking and asked again.

In the direction of his gaze, Cheon Aeng-hwa was bowing her head, and when she realized that those words were directed at her, Cheon Aeng-hwa carefully raised her head.

“I am sorry, but I think the selection of the State Council was unfair.”

“…….”

“Not only has the threshold suddenly increased tenfold, but the deadline has been reduced to just five days. This is no different from encouraging a showdown between the candidates.”

“That’s right.”

“……?”

“I want you to fight now.”

Cheon Si-rang was speaking very calmly and clearly.

That is, what I meant was that all of these things were the will of Cheon Si-rang.

“25 people. Don’t you think that’s still too many?”

“What is that…….”

“The strong survive. It is a simple truth, but there is no truth more perfect than that.”

“…….”

“That’s how I survived, and now I exist as the leader of the Magic Cult.”

Cheon Aeng-hwa remained silent as if she had lost her words.

Although Cheon Aeng-hwa had no intention of denying the saying that the strong survive, she felt she had to ask this question.

“Then… why did the leader set the standard of redemption until now?”

“…….”

“If you were going to use strength as your only criterion, wouldn’t it have been easier to decide on a sub-religious leader if everyone had just killed each other from the beginning?”

It was a pretty sharp tone.

Although such remarks toward the cult leader were rude, Cheon Si-rang’s expression did not change at all as if he did not care at all.

“It is the power of the strong to set the standards. It is also the power of the strong to change the standards.”

“…….”

“That is my answer.”

“…I understand what you mean.”

Cheon Aeng-hwa could immediately understand those words.

In other words, it is the leader’s right to decide on the sub-religious leader in any way possible.

Even if Cheon Si-rang points his finger at the leader of the sect right here and now, no one can express dissatisfaction… … It was a very simple logic.

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The only way to refute that logic is to become a cult leader yourself. As soon as Cheon Ae-hwa realized that fact, she closed her mouth and lowered her head.

Swish-.

At that time, Cheon Si-rang’s gaze turned elsewhere.

“Do you have something to say to me too?”

The person the question was directed at was Cheon Il-myeong.

Everyone was bowing their heads toward Cheon Shirang, but only one person. Cheon Il-myeong was not bowing his head or bending his knees.

“If you don’t have it, bow down.”

“…….”

“You are now nothing more or less than a candidate for the position of cult leader.”

Even after hearing those words, Cheon Il-myeong did not immediately bow his head or kneel.

He just stares at Cheon Si-rang without saying a word.

In fact, this was a given for the Thousand Days.

Until now, Cheon Si-rang had been quiet even when I didn’t bow my head, but now he was giving off an atmosphere that something would happen at any moment if I didn’t listen.

‘what?’

Looking at that sight, Cheon Myeong-myeong had doubts in his heart.

Anyone who sees it can see that Cheon Si-rang’s actions right now are hurting Cheon Il-myeong’s pride.

As the number one in the hierarchy and because he was from the Chocheon family, I thought that Cheon Il-myeong had been given special treatment… … But now, for some reason, Cheon Il-myeong was being treated the same as the other candidates.

Gulp-.

Tension once again filled the room.

Will that thousand-year-old man really kneel down?

It was natural to kneel before the leader, but it was hard to imagine Cheon Il-myeong kneeling before someone.

Seeing the people still standing still despite Cheon Si-rang’s words, they began to think that something really could happen.

Swish-.

At that moment, Cheon Il-myeong slowly moved his legs.

Awkward movements, as if unfamiliar.

In the end, Cheon Il-myeong knelt down and bowed his head to Cheon Si-rang, and only after seeing that did Cheon Si-rang stop the sharp aura he had been exuding.

“…Everyone, rise.”

After a while, Cheon Si-rang said in a low voice.

At those words, people carefully raised their heads and slowly got up from their seats again.

The same goes for Cheon Il Myeong.

Her expression was no different than usual, but her slightly trembling lips seemed to indicate that she was enduring humiliation.

“The competition has finally reached its climax. But I still think there are too many people.”

“…….”

“Of course, all those who have survived until now may have the qualities to become a cult leader. However, in the end, only one person can become a cult leader.”

Cheon Si-rang remained silent for a moment as he spoke.

At that moment, a glance was directed somewhere.

I don’t know if it was because of my mood, but Cheon Myeong-myeong felt like Cheon Si-rang’s gaze was turned towards him for a moment.

‘Are you looking at me?’

I had that feeling, but it happened so quickly that I couldn’t be sure.

Because they may have simply been looking around at the candidates and their gaze may have turned to you for a moment.

Before he knew it, Cheon Si-rang returned his gaze to his original position and opened his mouth.

“In two days, we will hold the Demonic Blood War.”

“……?”

“Only four of them will survive. Those four will fight in the final battle to determine the leader of the cult.”

Bloody Demon? No one seemed to understand what he was saying.

But the name itself conveys a murderous feeling.

There was also an ominous feeling in the words that only four people would survive.

When everyone looked at him as if they didn’t understand, Cheon Si-rang immediately added an explanation about the Magic Blood War.

“Everyone here fights against each other in one space, risking their lives. That is the Magic Blood War.”

“……!”

“The deadline is three days. Those who collect a thousand red ginsengs by then will be accepted on a first-come, first-served basis. In other words, even if you collect a thousand red ginsengs, if all four spots are filled, it means it is too late.”

At that moment, Cheon Myeong-myeong realized why the number of enemy weapons the candidates possessed was revealed in this ranking announcement.

A battle where you fight and fight in one space until you collect a thousand… … That is, Cheon Si-rang was saying this to them right now.

‘Are you telling me to trample on my opponent and absorb their enemy’s fire?’

So, isn’t that why the number was disclosed like that now?

It is now understandable that the passing standard has been increased to one thousand red flags.

“What happens if the opponent refuses to fight?”

At that time, someone asked Cheon Si-rang this question.

“There is no rejection.”

“……?”

“During the ongoing Demonic Blood War, simply killing the enemy will make you an enemy.”

Until now, the confrontation method required both parties to agree to it.

But to be able to absorb enemy fire simply by killing the opponent… … This was closer to hunting than a confrontation.

A hunt in which the strong prey on the weak.

At that moment, a voice came into Cheon Myeong-myeong’s head.

-Try to survive.

A strange voice that seems to ring in your head rather than being heard with your ears.

Cheon Myeong-Myeong could immediately tell that this was a telegram.

‘To survive?’

The owner of that sound was clearly Cheon Si-rang.

The Bloody Battle of Magic. Are you telling me to survive there now?

Cheon Myeong-myeong looked at Cheon Si-rang with slightly surprised eyes, as he had never spoken to himself like this before.

‘… Okay, I’ll make sure you survive.’

Soon, Cheon Myeong-myeong returned to his usual expression and muttered to himself.

Of course, he didn’t know why Cheon Si-rang said that to him.

You will know the reason if you survive the Demon Blood War.

Before that, it was clear that Cheon Si-rang would not answer even if he had asked, so Cheon Myeong-myeong answered with his eyes instead.

Sigh-.

At that moment, a faint laugh escaped Cheon Si-rang’s mouth.

But immediately returning to his original expression, Cheon Si-rang spoke to the candidates.

“Only the strong can become cult leaders.”

“…….”

“Prove your strength in the Magic Blood War.”

First, collect a thousand red scorpions.

A hunt for their lives was about to begin.

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