Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 90



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After the raid, only two assassin swordsmen survived. The captain who surrendered and the one whose arm was first twisted by Jincheol.

Those whose necks were broken died then, and those whose stomachs were kicked also vomited blood and died. Even if there were those who survived being hit by Jincheol’s sword, the airship had already exploded and crashed. Since they fell into the middle of the vast ocean, they would never meet Jincheol again.

The still unconscious guy was pushed into a corner, and the healthy leader was made to kneel in the middle of the hangar. Aiman ​​and Harmen faced him head-on, while Haita and the other pirates watched from a distance.

Stonefist was sitting on his chariot, looking down at them, while Snow was standing in the corner with his arms crossed, looking at the leader. His lips were slightly swollen, and it seemed that he was angry that he couldn’t properly compete with him. It seems that he has more competitive spirit than I thought.

And Jincheol, like Snow, was leaning against the wall in one corner of the hangar, taking in the people inside at a glance.

It was a sudden attack. They retreated just as quickly as it was sudden, but their attack was still very surprising. It was just their bad luck that the person who was on the airship at that moment was Jincheol.

In any case, the way people surrounded the leader was quite symbolic. Aiman ​​and Harmen, who were directly involved with him, were looking at him face to face, and Haita and the pirates who were a little further away were people related to those two. And Jincheol, Snow, and Doljumeok, who had nothing to do with their situation, were watching the situation from a corner of the hangar.

At that moment, Doljumeori, who was sitting on the tram, leaned down towards Jincheol and Snow and asked.

“Aren’t those guys from Sioux?”

Snow glanced up, glanced at the stone fist, and spoke softly.

“no.”

“Then what? Are you saying that they are the real Sandesiya swordsmen of the swordsmanship?”

“···”

Snow didn’t say anything else. Instead, Jincheol, who was next to him, continued speaking.

“Why? Why can’t he be a swordsman from Sandesiya? Even the kid standing over there is a swordsman from Sandesiya.”

“Geomheon is originally known for wandering around, so it doesn’t matter. However, the swordsmen of the Geompa don’t move around much. Unlike other Sandesiyas who just go around stealing or whatever, they only move for the benefit, tradition, or honor of their Geompa. They are different from the famous Esai of Shiol.”

Jincheol blinked as he looked up at Doljumeok. This kid is being selective again.

“···I see? How do you not know so well?”

“The upper part of Sandesiya is my hometown. It is where our Ologs ride chariots and live with the wind. Naturally, I meet many people from Sandesiya. If you go to Sandesiya, you will also see Ologs learning swordsmanship.”

“There’s a swordsman here?”

“Isn’t that obvious? The Ologs are the best fighters of all the races. Naturally, those who are good at fighting also become diners in famous swordsmen.”

“Then why didn’t you just stay there and eat?”

“···”

Stone Fist closed his mouth and turned his head again. In fact, the reason was obvious. He could not build a reputation there. So he must have fought with his bare hands in the back alleys of Shiol, got defeated by Jincheol, and ended up crossing to the Eastern Continent to work as a mercenary.

Jincheol also just looked at them without asking any more questions.

Just then, the child was starting to be questioned.

“name.”

“···Woosun.”

“Woosun? Black Sword Woosun?”

The man who revealed himself as Wu Xun slowly nodded his head to Aiman’s words. Aiman ​​frowned.

“Black Sword? Aren’t you a guest of the Wind Forest Sect? Why are you here?”

“Why are you doing this? I came here to stop the false king from returning to Sandesiya and causing chaos.”

Aiman’s expression became even more frowning.

“Surely you, a mere eater, wouldn’t have stepped forward on your own, and can we assume that it was the will of the entire Poonglim faction?”

At that question, Wu Xun just looked at Ai with a dumbfounded expression.

“If it was the will of the entire Fenglin sect, would I have come like this? Other famous disciples would have brought a lot of Fenglin sect swordsmen. I came under the orders of Elder Shinkon.”

“Not even Kawi, but just Shinkon? Hehe. The current successor of Poonglim must have had a hard time.”

“···Why is it so hard for you, Kawi?”

Aiman ​​slightly shook his head at Wu Xun’s puzzled expression.

“If an assassin appeared because they couldn’t control a single elder, doesn’t that mean the discipline of the entire Fenglin Sect is questionable?”

Wu Xun just laughed at those words. However, judging from the fact that he didn’t say anything else in opposition, it seemed that he also agreed to some extent.

At that moment, Harmen, who had been listening, opened his mouth.

“You came here to kill me?”

“···Yeah. If it weren’t for that martial artist over there, the plan would have been successful.”

Harmen’s eyes narrowed at that answer.

“You fucking kids. What the hell did I do to deserve this?”

Wu Xun also glared at Harmen with a stern face.

“What can I do? A lowly guy who used to ride around on old airships and do pirate stuff is trying to become the leader of the Sandesiya Sword Faction. He’s talking nonsense like the royal line that died out decades ago has been revived.”

At that moment, Harmen pulled out a pistol from his waist and aimed it at the center of Wu Xun’s forehead. Wu Xun didn’t react much, but his expression became more rigid, and Harmen only smiled with the corners of his lips pulled up.

“Speak politely. If you don’t want to get a hole in your head.”

“What a shameless pirate you are. If I hadn’t been tied up right now, cutting off your head would have been as easy as netting a fish in the Inland Sea.”

“okay?”

Harmen wiped the smile off his lips and pulled back the pistol cocking mechanism. Jincheol looked closely and saw that it was a single-shot pistol that could fire one shot and reload one shot. It was a weapon that made him feel like he had returned from the world of the Rabitos, who happily fired hundreds of bullets with machine guns, to the world of the Esai, who used to swing swords.

“Enough. Iza has to live.”

At that moment, only the child pushed the pistol with his hand.

“Why? There’s an unconscious guy over there. One living mouth is enough.”

“The Black Sword of Poonglim is a famous gourmet whose name I also know. The weight is different. Besides, since the Black Sword has already surrendered, it will faithfully testify to its crimes. Isn’t that right?”

Wu Xun, who was glaring at Harmen, sighed, closed his eyes, and nodded.

“My collar is in your hands, so as long as you do not insult my sword, I will do my best to save myself.”

“···joy.”

In response, Harmen put away his gun and Aiman ​​sighed.

After that, the interrogation was concluded appropriately, and since Wu Xun willingly answered everything and testified, there was no special torture or harassment. In the first place, there was no particular damage except a hole in the airship, so it was natural treatment.

The airship, which had slowed down for a moment, began flying back to Sandesiya as if nothing had happened.

The next day, Jincheol’s Yongkwon class resumed, but in fact, rather than learning anything more, it was mostly just Jincheol and Ai chatting. The last attack had already proven that there was nothing more to learn.

Jincheol said while looking at the clouds drifting by.

“You said that you left Sandesiya with that pirate friend because of an incident a while ago. But now you’re going back.”

Only the child who sat looking at the clouds like Jincheol and held his ankle and spun it around had a bitter smile.

“···The swordsmen of Sandesiya are largely divided into three groups. The ancient swordsmen, which have been passed down since before the establishment of the old Sandesiya kingdom, the Hyukgeoms, which has a relatively short history but has recently grown in power, and the Gunggeoms, which has no interest in the political strife of swordsmen and only aims to be the strongest warrior. The Poongrims are one of the ancient swordsmen. They were people who wanted to reestablish the old Sandesiya royal lineage.”

Aiman ​​took out the bear quiver that was tucked into his belt and put it in his mouth. Today, the wind was not blowing so much that he was able to light it. He continued speaking, blowing out smoke.

“I said before that I saved Harmen in order to prevent the death of the Sandesiya royal family in Sioux. But when I actually saved him, opinions began to differ among the swordsmen and the conflict began to intensify. Over whether to accept the royal family or not. The swordsmen had originally despised each other, but Harmen’s appearance brought that conflict to the surface. I thought that if it went any longer, a civil war would break out, so I quickly took Harmen out.”

He shook his head slightly, his earrings jangling.

“Originally, I didn’t really want to pay attention to Harmen after he was taken out of Shiol. If I were to go that far, it would mean that I would end up interfering with the power structure of Sandesiya. But somewhere along the line, Harmen returned to Sandesiya and became a great royal family member, and I became an ambitious man who wanted to seize power with him as my leader. It’s really absurd.”

Jincheol looked back at the child. The smoke from the bear’s tail blowing in the wind, the hair fluttering, and the earrings dangling were all stylish. However, his eyes were showing signs of fatigue.

“But it’s going back.”

“···It seems like the confusion has gotten worse because of the last time I ran away. So this time I plan to go back and make my position clear. Harmen has no intention of becoming king, and I have no interest in Sandesiya’s power.”

“Would it be that easy?”

Only the child laughed heartily.

“There’s nothing we can do. We can’t just set fire to the forest and run away without knowing anything. We have to put out the fire even if we have to burn to death together. Anyway, you did a great job yesterday. Thanks to you, we were able to stop the attack without much damage.”

Jincheol turned his gaze back to the clouds and answered.

“I almost stopped it by myself.”

“Hahaha! That’s true. You said that everyone who got on the ship was killed with a dragon’s sword? It’s really a shame that I couldn’t see it with my own eyes. Oh, come to think of it, it wasn’t really something you had anything to do with. Let’s see, how about a reward or something…”

“Okay. Let’s consider it as a substitute for tuition.”

Aiman ​​smiled brightly.

“Yes. Actually, I didn’t say anything, but this dragon sword is something like this. It’s truly the most secret of secrets. A sword is an extension of the hand, so if you use it as a sword, it’s a dragon sword, and if you use it as a spear, it’s a dragon spear. If you understand and utilize all of the basics, you won’t be in danger no matter who you fight.”

Jincheol snickered. The Yongkwon he felt was a martial art focused on grappling and wrestling. Of course, it was possible to use the basics to perform joint techniques or wrestling while holding a weapon, but he was a little skeptical that he could become a master of all martial arts with just Yongkwon.

But you never know. Aiman ​​is the only one who has trained in martial arts his entire life, so he would know much better than Jincheol, who is just starting out. Who knows? If he trains hard, he might be able to shoot with Jangpung.

At that moment, a sound came from Jincheol’s chest.

[Here it comes! The King of Fist, Kang Jin-cheol, is coming! In a desolate world where civilization has collapsed, the black-footed, invincible King of Fist, who enforces his own justice, is coming! Kkieeeek!]

“···If it’s Sandesiya and Shiol, then it can be called a large city. I don’t know what level of civilization you’re talking about, but it’s not a world that is completely desolate.”

Only the child who was holding the bear’s paw looked at the chip with a trembling expression. Jincheol grabbed the chip with his hand to stop it from vibrating again and smiled.

“Don’t pay attention to anything he says. Half of it is nonsense.”

“···Thanks to you, I won’t be bored.”

Jincheol laughed out loud. That’s right. Jincheol also often giggles because of the crazy talk that comes out of nowhere. In fact, it’s believable even if you say it’s not an AI for hotel management, but a joke bot.

After another day of flying, the flat, vast ocean ended and a colorful land spread out beneath the airship. It was a land where mountains and rivers, valleys and plains, forests and plains were all mixed together.

As soon as the land appeared, Doljumuk immediately came to Jincheol and said.

“Are you really going together?”

“Why? Do you not like it?”

Stone Fist shook his head.

“It’s safe to be with the strong. You’re really strong among them, so it’s good to be with you. You’ll fight for me like you did two days ago.”

That answer made me laugh out loud. Honest kid. Jincheol said while touching the chip on his chest.

“···That bastard, Special Envoy, was really wandering around here before he went over to Rabito Land, right?”

[If this is really Asia. But I can’t give you a definite answer since I can’t confirm the coordinates because there is no satellite connection.]

“Inma. I came all the way here just to listen to you, and you’re going to say something like that?”

[If you really need it, you can launch a satellite. My magnetic field sensor and gyroscope device are all broken, so I’m blind too.]

This guy is also useless in important areas. Jincheol scratched his chin and said to the stone fist waiting for him.

“Okay. Let’s go. If we go all the way to Sandesiya, we’ll get caught up in those guys’ sword fights.”

“Really? Then get ready.”

“Already? When are you planning on getting off?”

“now.”

Stone Fist said only that and left for the hangar. Jincheol turned his head and looked at the distant land, to the north. At the end of the land where the forest and river were connected, he saw a wasteland where yellowish dust was flying. It was a wasteland that could not be seen ten thousand years ago.