Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 2



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Extinction, Beginning

“hmm.”

Death was not the sight he had imagined. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was not the hell of karma or the vast sky, but a shabby warehouse filled with smelly straw.

“Ugh…”

Even though her voice was dry and cracked, Ma-ui immediately knew that it was not her original voice.

His physique was slightly longer than his original, and he had different information from all five senses. And most of all, his body was in poor health and had internal energy.

“what-”

The confusion didn’t last long. A huge headache came over him, along with countless memories.

The body that was rising from the pile of straw fell down again.

“Kwaaak!”

From his childhood memories of the first day he acquired memories and a sense of self, to his childhood when he was 15 years old and his life up until now, the years that have passed since then have entered his head.

The problem was that the life he entered was not a life as a magician, but a life as a dragon and a cloud.

Yongun, the 20-year-old second son of the Qiu Hui Yong family in Qiu Hui County, Zhonglu Prefecture, Guangxi Province.

Yongwoon was not a child who was loved at home.

The reason is that he was the son of a mere courtesan, not a government official.

A child born to a first-class gisaeng of Giru who was cherished by Yong Jin-cheol, the head of the Gu Hui-yong family. Since that gisaeng was the exclusive gisaeng of the Yong family head, it was clear that Yong-un was his child.

Furthermore, Yongwoon, who was created by a man and a woman with outstanding looks, resembled his father’s sharp impression, so even the Yong family leader could not deny him.

During the process of giving birth to Yongun, his mother died, and even after hearing the news of Yongun’s birth, the original head of the Yong clan did not come to Giru.

Two months after Yongun was born, the people of Guhwihyeon, who knew better than anyone else that the gisaeng was someone’s concubine, reluctantly brought Yongun home, unable to withstand the scorn.

In this way, Yongwoon grew up as a leftover meal at home. Even though he was the son of the head of the household, he was ignored and despised by his family.

“What is this…”

Although he had lived a relatively short life, he thought he had seen quite a few strange things in his life.

But reincarnation? Is this a mystery that only appears in fairy tales and legends?

‘Could that be why?’

Before he became this body, that is, when he died as a demon.

As his breath grew fainter, Ma-ui felt some mysterious power spreading within his arms. He didn’t think much about it since death was imminent.

A jade bead that Cheonma gave me in return for healing my body. If that was the mystery that caused this reincarnation.

[There will be something to write about.]

The face of Cheonma, who was smiling as he said that, came to mind.

Did Cheonma know this?

Trying to pull himself together, the demon walked out of the warehouse. When he opened the old door and went out, what he saw was thick smoke and the smell of blood caused by the fire.

As a demon, it was a familiar, but as Yongwoon, it was a deep disgusting smell. When he smelled it, new memories came flooding back.

“…ah.”

The Gu Hui-yong family. The Gu Hui-yong family, which divided Gu Hui-hyeon and the Cheongmu-mun faction, was destroyed before the ban of Shijin.

A sudden attack by the Cheongmumun. Originally, the Cheongmumun had a similar power to Yongga, but they hired outside experts to handle the matter properly.

A master of the external mirror. In a village like Gu Hui-hyeon’s, just being that skilled would be enough to make one a king.

That’s how he was wiped out. All of the Sega members who had treated him like air were dead, and Yongwoon, who had been living alone in a warehouse in the corner of the training grounds, not even his home, was barely able to survive.

and.

“What are you?”

As he reflexively went out of the warehouse with his memories clouded, it was natural for the remnants of the Cheongmumun to welcome him.

Cheongmumun. A group of Sapas with blue hoods on their foreheads. Since all the fighting had already ended, there were only those who were collecting the corpses.

Ma-ui and Yong-un were confused. They were not in their right minds because memories of someone completely different suddenly came flooding in. That’s why they couldn’t see the warriors properly.

Am I a demon or a dragon?

The warrior who was watching him walk aimlessly nodded to the warrior below him.

“He’s a ghost.”

“Ghost Prince?”

“Didn’t I tell you? The head of the Gu Hui-yong family has a hidden child. It’s him.”

“It definitely looks like Gaju… Are you crazy?”

“I didn’t hear that. But now that I look at it, it seems like that. Deal with it.”

The lower-ranking warrior who received the order approached Yong-un, groaning. The warrior who had come close to Yong-un, who was absentmindedly reminiscing, raised his sword.

He said, spitting.

“They say that if you kill a crazy person, your dreams will be messed up…”

The moment I was about to strike down my sword, Yongwoon, or rather the demon within him, responded with murderous intent towards me.

The sword that had let its guard down slowly descended, and Yongun also moved slowly. It was like watching a play. Yongun smoothly dodged the sword that was falling toward his head and stabbed the warrior’s chest with his right index finger.

Above the heart, near the navel, exactly three times. Not too strong or too weak. The body of the warrior holding the sword above his head froze, and Yongwoon passed by him.

“What is that guy doing?”

“Do you want to joke around?”

The last remaining members of the Guhwiyong family were the two in front of them. They had already taken everything. The moment the two warriors were about to say something to the warrior who was holding his sword and smiling, the warrior started convulsing.

“Ugh…ugh…”

His body trembled and blood poured out from the seven holes on his face. The warrior fell down along with the sword he had been holding, and thus died.

“uh?”

The remaining two warriors did not understand the situation until Yongwoon appeared before them. Yongwoon, who had regained his senses from the crude murderous intent, asked the two warriors.

“I said I was a ghost prince.”

Ghost Prince. It was a nickname that Yongwoon was also familiar with. It was closer to a derogatory term than a nickname, a derogatory term that mocked the dirty blood flowing beneath his handsome appearance.

However, thanks to that derogatory nickname, Yongwoon was able to calm his confused mind.

“I am Yongun.”

Yongun, not Ma-ui. Yongun couldn’t find the same acupuncture point as before. It was true that Ma-ui’s memories had entered him, but Ma-ui, who remained as a memory, also chose to live as Yongun.

Ma-ui’s life was already a failure. He had only made a name for himself in the world of martial arts as a doctor, not as a martial artist, and he died because of a worthless martial artist without being able to fully enjoy it.

Moreover, with the countless amounts of favors and grudges that had been accumulated in the process, there was no need to put the shackles of the devil back on.

“Is your father dead?”

So, even though I had the memories of the devil, I could say these words without hesitation. Yongun is Yongun. The Gu Hui Yong family was currently extinct.

“A…alcohol?”

One muttered.

The two warriors of Cheongmumun could not properly answer Yongun’s words because right behind him was a corpse that had collapsed, with blood still flowing out of every orifice on its face.

“I will spare only one.”

Only then did the two warriors come to their senses at the words mixed with murder. They did not obey Yongwoon’s words. They all jumped back and placed their hands on their swords.

Yongwoon let out a faint sigh.

“Kill, kill!”

An attack that was too embarrassing to even call a joint attack. The two warriors rushed at Yongwoon at the same time, swinging their swords carelessly.

It was crude. So there were many gaps. Even though the swords were swung simultaneously, the speeds were different, and the technique was also sloppy. It was an attack that was truly suitable for a village school.

So I was able to dodge and counterattack.

Baekhoehyeol, the blood point at the crown of the head. He struck the blood point that any human would have with his sword. Although it was only the size of a rat’s tail, he used his internal energy and died instantly.

At the same time, his left hand was also moving. The point he had touched was the paralysis point, and immediately the warrior’s body became paralyzed.

The guy couldn’t accept that two of his colleagues, no, his subordinates, had died in an instant. However, when Yongwoon approached him expressionlessly, his tongue moved.

“Please, spare my life.”

“Tell me everything.”

Musa’s mouth began to open freely.

**

Even in Jangwon, Yongwoon’s residence was a warehouse alone in a corner of the training ground. When he actually entered his main house, he felt a new feeling.

Of course, it wasn’t its usual splendid appearance, but rather a ruin covered in broken equipment and blood.

The body of the owner was found quickly. The middle-aged man who appeared as soon as the door was opened was him.

Gaju was dead, leaning against the wall. The deep scars that ran across his upper body were engraved along with the wall, and Ma-ui’s memory quickly realized that the wounds were not from the Cheongmumun sword.

It seemed like he was an outsider hired by Cheongmumun.

Even after seeing his father’s body and the fall of his family, Yong-un felt nothing. His memories as a magician may have played a part, but it was also because Yong-un had no attachment to his family.

For twenty years, I lived as if I were a child that didn’t exist. No, for several years, I was not even air, but a toy.

It was common. Yongwoon had an older brother, and he wasn’t a very good person. Bullying in childhood. Even blood relatives who wanted to look good to their older brother got involved.

And the father, the dragon lord, did not stop it.

Yong-un, who had been looking at the corpse for a moment, stopped for a moment. Yong-un quickly approached the corpse and placed two fingers on its wrist.

Pulse diagnosis. The most basic medical examination of a patient’s condition by reading the pulse. Yongwoon was a little impressed.

Still alive.

Yongwoon’s hand moved quickly.

Originally, when ‘treating’ this type of wound, it was right to touch the blood vessels near the wound to block internal injury and stop the bleeding.

However, Yongwoon’s acupuncture points moved differently. The points he pointed to were Okdang (玉堂) in the center of his chest, Okye (屋翳) slightly above his heart, and several others.

Finally, when he touched the Indang point in the center of the forehead, surprisingly, the dragon’s eyes lit up.

“Coolook!”

Black blood poured out along with the cough. At the same time, blood began to flow again from the large wound running across his body.

The blurry eyes gradually regained focus, and the dragon lord finally recognized Yongwoon.

“…Luck?”

“I, an unworthy child, greet you belatedly.”

Unworthy. A term meaning not similar. Yongun’s appearance was very similar to that of the Yong family head, but Yongun’s words were quite meaningful.

Did the dragon master notice it? The master slowly looked around.

“All, the others-”

“They’re all dead. I just came back from interrogating the Cheongmumun warriors.”

Yongwoon. Gaju didn’t ask how he, who hadn’t even properly learned martial arts, could interrogate a warrior. He just looked at Yongwoon with soulless eyes.

Ignoring it, Yongwoon knelt down.

“The wounds could not be healed. All I could do was to rekindle the fading energy. It was a kind of reflection.”

Also, Gaju did not ask Yongun’s method.

“Do you have any last words?”

Yongwoon’s tone was extremely cold. It was emotionless. Yongwoon had a reason for being like that, and the Yong family head also knew it.

The dragon lord, who had been looking at Yongun for a moment, leaned his neck against the wall again. His eyes were becoming cloudy again.

“Ugh…”

After half an hour had passed since he had already been fatally wounded, it was a miracle that he was still alive, however faintly.

“Cheongmumun hired a servant with his assets, and we bought the elixir. Since we didn’t take the elixir, it must be in Cheongmumun’s hands now.”

Yongwoon listened quietly to the clear words.

“Do as you wish.”

Is it telling me to figure out the elixir, take revenge, or figure out how to live my life?

With those words, Yong Ga-ju closed his mouth. Was it consideration for Yong-un, who had not paid any attention to him for twenty years, or shame, or just a consistent attitude?

Yongwoon bowed his head and bowed to him.

“Youngja, I have been given a chance. So I want to carve the name Yongun in the Central Plains. I will become the best in the world. I will make sure that there is no one in the Central Plains who does not know the two characters Yongun.”

He spoke confidently, as if it had already happened.

“but”

Yongwoon slowly raised his head and said.

“They won’t know about my father, or this Gu Hwi-yongga. Yong-un. That’s all.”

When Yongwoon arose, the dragon master’s eyes no longer had any life in them. Did he hear all of Yongwoon’s words?

Yongwoon didn’t care either. Gu Huiyongga disappeared that day.