Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 80



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“What do you mean, just for a moment?”

Kwon-Jun said with a sly smile.

“I still vividly remember the sight of the Poisonous Witch coming to the Paecheondan alone. Do you know how surprised I was when the Jeongpa’s Geumjeokyeop came to see you in the place where the worst of the evils of the Sapa gathered?”

Yongwoon broke out in a cold sweat. Indeed… That was it. When he lived with Kwonjon and Paecheondan, how surprised he had been when Danghye, who was called Dokbong, suddenly came all the way from Sacheon to Gwangju alone.

There was no one who dared to touch the Sachon Dangga’s Uihamcheon Gyeong, but there was also no woman who entered the notorious group of the Sachon Dan alone.

That too… to discuss marriage.

“It seems like only yesterday that you were obsessed with that woman and left. Why shouldn’t you do it if you tell me?”

“…”

“Huh, is that scary?”

As the corners of Kwon-Jun’s mouth twitched, Yong-Woon’s blood vessels stood out on his temples once again.

“…I’m not completely a demon. I also have memories of Yongwoon mixed in. And I think of myself as Yongwoon, not a demon.”

“So that’s why you’re running away?”

“…Anyway, our relationship ended during the Magic Day period. There’s no need to make it more… complicated.”

“You must have gotten mixed up. I guess you weren’t such a coward. No, you were looking for love?”

“Please don’t say such disgusting things.”

Kwon-Jun’s words were indeed correct.

I was just scared. I had no idea how to react or what to say, so I couldn’t say anything.

Dang-hye. Twenty years have passed. Judging from the fact that her appearance is still among the five most beautiful, it seems that she has maintained her beauty even at an age approaching that of Ji-cheon-myeong.

As for the magician, it had not even been five years since we parted ways. How about her? Half of my life had passed.

About five years ago when I was in my mid-twenties. Will she still be in love with me after that short relationship?

‘…I shouldn’t have done that.’

I could guess why she came to Hanam. The ‘mark’ she made on the poisonous dragon’s body with blood was one of the pranks she had made when she was studying medicine.

It’s foolishness. I want to see it, but I’m scared, I want it, but I lack confidence. The hands that move are spontaneous, but the heart inside them contains years of longing.

Kwon-Jun’s smile gradually deepened as he saw Yong-Woon’s expression. Yong-Woon didn’t like it very much, but he had to follow his words for now.

Kwonjon and Paechondan. Yongun knew that most of their notoriety was exaggerated and inflated, but he knew better than anyone that Kwonjon’s eccentricities and his impulsive personality were true.

If I showed more emotion here, I might not have anywhere to hide anymore.

“Don’t you think Dokgo Guwol is strange? It would be better to move slowly.”

“Okay, like I said, you did something wrong, so I’ll let you off easy this time. It seems like you did something stupid.”

‘The magpie is really…’

“But, you want to live as a warrior rather than a demon, don’t you? It seems that way, since you didn’t come straight from Gwangseo to Gwangju and didn’t openly say you were a demon.”

“That’s right.”

“Then, how about starting by changing your tone of speech?”

“hmm?”

“You son of a bitch, ever since I first met you, I seriously considered busting your head open because of how much you were whining. But even though your hands and body were covered in blood, your eyes were clear and deep, so I endured it. But not now.”

Yongwoon was terrified by the ominous declaration.

“What are you talking about now-”

“Ha! The age difference between your previous life and mine is over thirty years, and now it’s over fifty years. If I endure the sound of a cow being called a cow by a lump of flesh like you, what will others think of you and me? If you hadn’t said anything about the smell of a vagina, I would have slapped you in the ear a little while ago.”

The corner of Kwon-Jun’s mouth was still smiling as he spoke, but his eyes were filled with a firm determination not to accept rejection.

Yongwoon gritted his teeth. Isn’t it a matter of pride? But…

Indeed, it was. It was certainly abnormal for Ji-su, who had just turned twenty, to act that way toward the king of Sapa.

However, he didn’t like the look in his eyes that was filled with anticipation. Yongwoon opened his heavy mouth with difficulty.

“egg….”

“hmm?”

“Okay-”

“flaw.”

“…All right…”

“Okay, okay, yeah, that’s right.”

Bang bang! Kwon-Jun, who had been hitting Yong-Woon’s back hard, laughed heartily. Every time he hit, his whole body felt like it was going to break, but Yong-Woon gritted his teeth and endured it.

‘Let’s take a look later when I take your pulse.’

“Welcome to the unmanned world.”

Kwon-Jun spoke to Dokgo Gu-Wol. His words were sincere.

“The longing in your eyes was originally mixed with dull despair. You didn’t try to show it, but as time went on, I couldn’t help but see it.”

Dokgo Guwol was seen holding back his curiosity and carrying his luggage on his shoulder. Yongwoon listened to Kwonjon’s words and moved forward.

“But now, mixed with hope, it burns more brilliantly.”

**

“You left?”

“yes…”

Poisonous dragon, Dang Hwi-han. He, whose ranking in the Jamryongbang had dropped to twelfth place, could not dare to look the woman in the eye right now.

Although she looked like someone her age, Dang Hui-han knew how powerful the poison contained within that dazzling flower was.

Dang Hui-han rustled and grabbed a piece of my clothing. Halfway to Sacheon, my aunt barged into the inn without warning and barged into Dang Hui-han’s room, where he was crying in the middle of the night, and ordered him to take off his clothes.

When Dang Hui-han froze in embarrassment, she waved her hand once with an annoyed expression. With that, Dang Hui-han’s shirt corroded away as if it had been touched by poison, and eventually his naked body was revealed.

Tang Huihan’s body was covered in red lines. They were not marks or scars, but simply a model made up of dozens of red spots, and the model… was drawing a single Chinese character on his body.

Weak.

That was why Dang Hui-han was even more depressed. It was also the reason why he drank alcohol alone every night without telling his father.

The feeling of helplessness from not being able to do anything at the Yongbong branch office was so intense that these scars were carved into my body.

Right after the Yongbong branch meeting, I was afraid that this spot would disappear… but fortunately, it was gradually fading now.

The Poisonous Blood Witch Dang Hye. Dang Hui-han’s aunt and the older sister of the current head of the household, Dang Ho, a strong woman of the 9th rank in Cheonyubang, snickered at the sight of the poisonous dragon’s body.

“It really was.”

What was the truth? Dang Hui-han wanted to know, but he couldn’t even meet his aunt’s eyes. He just continued to shrink in shame.

“Sister.”

The one who came to see the commotion in Dang Hui-han’s room was, as expected, Dang Ho, the head of the Sacheon Dang family. He stared blankly at Dang Hui-han’s appearance for a moment before turning his gaze to his sister.

“Hoya.”

Dang Hye turned around. Dang Huihan quietly got up from bed and put on a new coat.

“You must be in a hurry. Why are you barging into your nephew’s room like this?”

“How many things will I have to be mindful of in this world?”

Dang-hye said with a sly smile. Her eyes, however, were not smiling, so it seemed as if she was almost glaring at her younger brother.

“That kid.”

Dang-hye spoke softly.

“They say that the kid who did this to this guy’s body was even cured of the golden butterfly poison.”

“Is that so?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

There was no expression on Dang Ho’s face. While others might admire or feel fear at the appearance of Sa Cheon Dang Ga when they saw that cold expression, Dang Hye was clearly not like that.

“I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings, sister.”

“under.”

“I am just the remnants of someone who disappeared twenty years ago. I know how hard it was for you, my sister-”

Dang Ho couldn’t finish his words. He was also a master of the Cheonyeongi Gyeong. It was because he felt that Dang Hye’s thoughts were encroaching on his surroundings.

Dangho saw a snake circling around Danghye.

“Whether I suffer or not, it is my decision alone. My dear little sister, was I so weak as to cause you to worry?”

A gloomy tone. The atmosphere in the room became extremely cold, and Dang Hui-han’s face turned pale.

‘This is the poisonous witch…!’

At that time, Dang Hui-han realized how foolish it had been for him to try to win over his aunt’s favor with something as simple as a blood worm.

“no.”

Dangho spoke briefly. The poison of his still hazy thoughts seemed to be suffocating his entire body like smoke.

For a moment, the two siblings’ gazes crossed. Dang-hye, who was looking into Dang-ho’s eyes, gathered her thoughts and turned around.

“I’m giving you some thought because I know your heart. But there’s no next time.”

Dangho nodded. As Danghye headed towards the open window of the room,

“Are you planning to go right away?”

“okay.”

“Again, are you planning to go to Gwangju?”

Dang-hye paused. Dang-ho spoke to her back.

“It’s already been twenty years.”

“…”

However, Dang-hye, who had stopped, immediately started moving. She climbed up onto the windowsill and answered without even looking back.

“I know.”

Soon her new form disappeared.

**

“Are you going to be a Sapa?”

Keuk! Night. Dokgo Guwol, who was roasting a deer he had just caught over a fire lit by Kwonjon’s Samadhi Evolution, coughed in surprise.

Kwon-Jun, who had spread out a mat and was lying on it like a vagabond, looked at him indifferently and spoke.

“Why are you so surprised? If you asked for help from Sapa, shouldn’t you have considered coming to Sapa?”

“…That’s true, but.”

“What’s the catch? I heard they played around quite wildly. Are you now saying that you’re a noble party or a white-collar worker?”

“…no.”

“Then what, you’re just going to receive protection and suck honey? If you’re just going to receive protection, wouldn’t it be better to be under the crown prince’s skirt? If you go, they’ll be very happy to see you.”

Dokgo Gu-wol regretted his choice for a very, very brief moment as he watched Kwon-jon casually spouting out words that could be considered a crime, but he soon pulled himself together and said.

“I want to become stronger.”

Dokgo Guwol’s solemn attitude quickly disappeared as soon as Kwon-Jun lay down and picked his nose.

“I want to become strong, Nimi. Right now, I want to go to that third-rate uninhabited island. The moment you follow me, the sectarians won’t treat you as the same sect. To those foolish guys, this world is divided into only white and black. Isn’t that right?”

“you’re right.”

Yongwoon said, holding back his anger. That damn old man had been trying to get Yongwoon to respond all this time.

I was so angry because I knew that his intention was nothing more or less than to be spoken to politely.

Kwon-Jun smiled faintly, lowered the corners of his mouth again, and spoke to his nephew.

“It’s not surprising that my brother, who I don’t know at all, is such a piece of trash. Two geniuses can come from the same ship, so it’s possible for someone like that to come out. What I’m asking is what path you want to take. What do you want to do with that sword?”

What to do with a sword? Dokgo Guwol pondered while looking at his sword. He pondered and pondered, but… there was no clear answer.

I want to survive my uncle’s clutches, take revenge, and fully inherit my father’s legacy. And I want to look beyond that.

What’s next? What is the ending I truly hope for?

When Guwol closed her mouth for a moment, Kwonjon smirked and said.

“Just say whatever comes to mind.”

“I want to survive, I want to get revenge… I want to surpass my father.”

“Then it’s simple. Isn’t it enough to become the best swordsman in the world?”

Dokgo Guwol blinked without saying anything. Kwon Jong waved his hand roughly.

“If you become the best swordsman in the world, the side you don’t swing your sword on will become the white sword, and the side you swing your sword on will become the black sword. In the end, if you become the best swordsman in the world, all your worries will disappear.”

Dokgo Guwol thought to himself. No, don’t say such strange things…

Kwon-Jun ignored the reaction and got up. He looked through my stuff with a very mischievous smile.

“For example, the only thing you two should think about right now is the strength in front of you. Your mouths are still too weak to have any power. In the end, it is the sound of the cat’s bell that makes the rats of the night shut up. You are rats like them, not cats, so you have to become cats in order for the sound of the bell to have power.”

Looking at Dokgo Guwol’s face, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression, Yongwoon inwardly laughed at Kwonjon. Even at his age, how can he still speak like that?

However, it was also a relatable statement. After all, since he followed Kwon-Jun, since he turned his back on his family, Dokgo Gu-Wol would be criticized, and so would Yong-Woon.

However, you shouldn’t think about that. In the end, Kangho is power, and the two of you are weak right now. The task at hand is to improve your skills. Stop meaningless swaying and focus on the task at hand, that was Kwon-Jun’s point.

‘So, what method should we use?’

Yongwoon thought for a moment. Could it be that he is still as ignorant as he used to be?

Kwon-Jun took out two pieces of paper from his bosom, and there were countless names written on them.

He said with a smile.

“This is a death list. Kill the people listed on it.”