Genius Salsu of the World to Be Destroyed - Chapter 110
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Episode 110
Yeongsu looked down at the plate of raw meat.
A plate of raw meat specially given by the ‘Lord of the Rings.’
If it were an ordinary drone, I would have been embarrassed and eaten it.
But Youngsoo couldn’t do that.
Yeongsu has maxed out his ‘Blood Penetration’ skill.
Because it was clear what was inside this raw meat.
‘Loneliness… … !’
Loneliness was a kind of artificially cultivated parasite.
Those who foster loneliness can remotely inflict suffering on those in whom loneliness has been planted.
It could even bring death.
Therefore, those who were planted with loneliness had no choice but to obey the master of that loneliness.
Such parasites were wriggling inside this piece of raw meat.
And the owner of this loneliness is, of course… … .
‘Of course it would be that person, Mugang.’
Yeongsu was worried.
What to do with these pieces of meat.
I could have just said, “I’m a vegetarian!” and walked away from the prize.
But even so, it was only a temporary measure.
Because next time, it was obvious that loneliness would be brought to me by planting it in things like cabbage or lettuce.
Or, there was a way to just bluntly confront them and say, ‘Why did you plant loneliness here?’
If we use this method, it is certain that Moo-gang will probably change his mind about Yeong-su.
From just a dangerous guy to a dangerous bastard who needs to be eliminated immediately.
This is the headquarters of the Murim Alliance.
The heart of the Jeongpa martial arts world.
Here, falling out of favor with the leader meant death.
Youngsu also didn’t have the confidence to survive in that situation.
‘Think… … !’
After much thought, Yeongsu finally picked up his chopsticks.
And after picking up a piece of raw meat… … .
Gulp.
I swallowed it whole.
And at that very moment, in the office of the Murim Alliance Leader.
Mu-gang was looking down at a small jar on the table.
That jar was none other than a jar that fostered loneliness.
This is also the loneliness that Mu-gang personally nurtured.
At that moment, a slight vibration was felt in the jar.
Moo-gang opened the jar lid.
Inside, a few larvae the size of a finger joint were wriggling.
Solitudes.
But among them, there was one that was shaking like crazy.
Moo-gang muttered as he picked up the glowing loneliness.
“You ate.”
As Mu-gang predicted, Yeong-su had swallowed the loneliness contained in the raw meat.
The loneliness that entered Youngsoo’s body swallowed Youngsoo’s mana and swelled his body, then settled down by attaching itself to the stomach wall.
And the caterpillar that Mu-gang picked up was an entity that was linked to Yeong-su’s loneliness.
Gulp.
Moo-gang swallowed loneliness.
With this, Moo-gang gained control over the loneliness within Yeong-su’s body.
It became possible to inflict pain on Youngsoo at any time, regardless of distance, and even kill him.
‘With this, Cheon Yeong-su, the control over that guy is completely in my hands.’
At that moment, Mu-gang thought.
Youngsoo thought.
‘That old man must be feeling relieved now, thinking he has complete control over me.’
It was a good thing, actually.
By consuming solitude, I was able to plant a thread of emptiness in the mind of that flawless swordsman.
Because relief is the emotion closest to complacency.
And above all… … .
‘I know a way to burn away the loneliness inside my body anyway.’
The problem was that the medicine wasn’t available right away.
It didn’t really matter though.
Because there was no way that Mu-gang would suddenly kill or attack Yeong-su in the near future.
But still… … .
‘I feel a bit bloated.’
Youngsoo came out of the room, wanting to take a walk and get some fresh night air.
Then I ran into the servants bringing dinner.
“Your Majesty?”
“Put it in my room. I’ll go for a walk and eat it when I get back.”
Youngsoo headed towards the entrance.
As he walked across the Cheongho Hall corridor, Yeongsu looked at the other rooms lined up on both sides of the corridor.
There were rooms with nameplates and rooms without.
A room with a nameplate hanging means that there are people staying there.
However, the lights were off in some rooms.
Even though there is a nameplate hanging there.
Yeongsu absentmindedly read the names on the nameplate.
Mongjae, Akso, Hojinsu… Wait a minute.
‘Mongjae? Was this guy in Cheongho Hall at this point?’
Youngsoo frowned.
Mongjae, a strong man who is the successor to the highest level of swordsmanship, ‘Noimyeongryu’.
If you just look at the specs, he seems like he would be quite helpful in war… … .
‘No, this guy can’t be released into the battlefield.’
Aside from his strength, this guy’s mentality was garbage.
He was selfish, jealous, and, crucially, cowardly.
If a person like this is mixed in with the military camp, everyone around him will be affected at once.
That is to say, he was the type of person who was best excluded from this war.
‘What should I do… … .’
Then suddenly, he saw his knives placed on the table.
‘… Yes, this was the martial arts world.’
It came to mind.
Mongjae, a way to physically get rid of that uncontrollable variable.
* * *
Brain attack dream.
Black Iron Swordsman Akso.
Nam Gon-ryong, Ho Jin-su.
Contrary to Youngsoo’s expectations, these three men were not sleeping.
These three had been out since the afternoon and were happily drinking at a bar near the headquarters of the Murim Alliance.
Even with the gisaengs involved.
Mongjae muttered as he held the empty bottle upside down and emptied it.
“Tsk, it’s empty already.”
“Let’s get up. It wouldn’t be good to be out late and get on the bad side of the leader.”
“We’re not kids, and we have a curfew… … .”
“Can you say that in front of the leader?”
“Tch.”
Mongjae jumped up from his seat.
And he sprinkled a handful of silver on the messy table.
On a table full of alcohol, scraps of food, and blood splattered on it.
“Okay, let’s stop here for today.”
After the three left, Rouge went out the door to see them off.
“Go in safely, Grandmaster!”
After sending the three away, Rouge came back into the room.
At that moment, a courtesan ran towards Rouge with an urgent gesture.
“Your Majesty!”
“embrace.”
“What do you know! Do you know what kind of condition the kids who went in to entertain those humans are in right now?!”
“Shh! Don’t raise your voice… … !”
“One child will have a hard time getting through today! That’s what the doctor who examined the condition said!”
“… … .”
Rouge avoided eye contact and turned her head away.
The courtesan continued speaking in a voice full of resentment.
“… Our job is not clean. But at least we shouldn’t lose our lives while working, Your Majesty Rouge!”
“… … .”
“How long do I have to suffer like this from those unruly martial artists?”
“Do you know what kind of people they are?”
“I know! I mean… … .”
“They are the ones who can kill everyone in this street with just one sword. If they want to sell alcohol, what can people like us do?”
“… … .”
In fact, Mongjae, Akso, and Hojinsu were among the best masters in the Murim Alliance.
Since his skills were acknowledged by the leader, he was able to be assigned a guest room at Cheongho Hall.
“Don’t be resentful of being hurt, and be thankful for surviving. That’s the only way for ordinary people like us to survive in the world of martial arts.”
The courtesan bit her lower lip tightly.
And he muttered while glaring at the three martial artists walking away.
“I wish…you all would die.”
* * *
Mongjae, Akso, and Hojinsu.
The three warriors returned to Cheongho Hall.
While he was chewing a handful of hangover-relief pills in his mouth, he was also carrying several bottles of strong alcohol in his backpack.
“Why don’t we have another drink in your room?”
“That’s good too. Wait, but… wasn’t this room originally empty?”
They discovered light leaking out of the empty room.
On the door of that room hung a nameplate that read ‘Cheon Yeong-su.’
Mongjae said while looking at Yeongsu’s nameplate.
“Wow, it looks like we have a new resident in our Cheongho Hall.”
“Where should I look, Cheon Yeong-su?”
A question mark appeared above the three’s eyes.
“Cheon Yeong-su? Have you ever heard of that name?”
“Well, this is the first time I’ve heard of it.”
“He’s strong enough to enter Cheongho Hall, but his name is unknown to us… … .”
“Well, the world is so vast that that could be possible.”
“Oh, maybe you could tell if I told you my nickname?”
“There was a way like that. It’s common for nicknames to be more famous than names.”
However, according to the rules, nicknames were not included on nameplates.
So, they were curious about Youngsoo’s nickname…
“Hey, Banseoho!”
“yes!”
A servant who happened to be passing by called Ban Seo-ho.
“Do you know a man named Cheon Yeong-su?”
“Yes. Because I guided you to Cheongho Hall today.”
“What kind of person is he? What is his nickname?”
“I heard you don’t have a nickname.”
“doesn’t exist……?”
I was a little embarrassed.
A person who hasn’t even received a single nickname from the martial artists entered Cheongho Hall?
“You said that you have been practicing closed-door training for a very long time. Maybe that is why you don’t have a nickname yet?”
“Hmm… … .”
Of course, the talk about closing down the store was something Youngsoo made up.
If you unnecessarily make the past history complicated, it will only make things more complicated.
This time, Akso asked Banseoho.
“Then have you not heard of the Samun? Which sect or martial arts school are they affiliated with…?”
“I heard you were self-taught?”
“What?”
The evil spirit was speechless.
You taught yourself martial arts?
If that were true, then Cheon Yeong-su was one of two people.
Are you born with a genius talent that rivals that of a sniper?
Or maybe he’s just a commoner who thinks he’s learned martial arts.
It was impossible for Akso to possibly be the former.
It was the same for Mongjae and Hojinsu.
After Ban Seo-ho left, the three of them went out of Cheongho Hall.
Mongjae muttered.
“… It seems that the leader has become senile.”
“Oh, you. At least be careful what you say… … .”
“Did I say something wrong? The leader is already 90 years old, my friend.”
“Ahem… … .”
“What kind of place is Cheongho-gwan? Isn’t it a place of pride where only the strongest in the league can enter? But if its meaning is fading due to the leader’s faulty judgment, shouldn’t we be the ones to correct it?”
“So what do you want to do?”
“We have to test if they are qualified. With our own hands.”
“Are you going to do something like that?”
“We should do it. Wouldn’t that be neater for both of us?”
at that time.
Rattling-
The door to Cheongho Hall opened and Yeongsu walked out.
I came outside on purpose after hearing Mongjae’s voice.
To create an excuse to confront him.
And the prediction was right.
Mongjae spoke to Yeongsu.
“Hello, are you Cheon Yeong-su?”
“Yeah. But why?”
A strangely sarcastic tone of voice.
Mongjae felt his anger rising.
And that was exactly what Youngsu had intended.
The intention is to scratch the inside of the bastard and start a fight.
“… My name is Mongjae.”
“so?”
“… Do you know what it means to be assigned a room at Cheongho Hall?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then I’ll tell you. It means strong. One of the few in the league.”
“But why is that?”
“I heard that you have no priesthood and no nickname.”
“It can’t be. Where in the world is there someone who has everything?”
“You don’t know what I mean. I’m saying that I can’t believe that you’re strong!”
“iced coffee.”
Yeongsu picked up his ear with a blank expression.
“No, so what?”
“It’s simple. Just prove to us that you are strong.”
“aha……?”
Youngsoo’s eyes suddenly sparkled.
“How do I prove my strength?”
“There are two ways to prove that a person is strong, not just one?”
“So you’re saying let’s have a round of martial arts?”
“yes.”
Youngsoo almost laughed.
Are things going to be this easy?
“Then let’s go to the training ground. Let’s finish quickly.”
So they moved to the training ground in the backyard of Cheongho Hall.
And they each picked up one of the practice swords placed on one side of the training ground.
Of course, I’m planning to do a sword fight, so I won’t take off the scabbard.
So Yeongsu and Mongjae stood facing each other on the training ground.
Akso and Hojinsu stood outside.
Mongjae said.
“I should make a public statement. My name is Mongjae, the brainwashing swordsman.”
“Thunderbolt… … .”
Youngsoo smiled faintly and said.
“Oh, was that the brain sword?”
“Yeah, if you’ve been to Gangho, you must have heard of it at least once.”
“I remembered. It was impressive that he was talking about lightning strikes when he couldn’t even shoot a single lightning bolt from the tip of his sword.”
“…What?”
Mongjae’s face hardened fiercely.
Yeongsu continued speaking calmly.
“Why? Right? As far as I know, there’s only one person in the world who can handle a real brain attack. And it’s not you.”
“… I will not be spared the circumstances in my hands today.”
Sigh.
Mongjae gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.