The Reincarnation of Fusion Punk - Chapter 236
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#Episode 238.
Maeng Yu-baek, a boy from a humble background.
After failing the first selection of the Van Company, I was summoned before the Twelve Master Revan without any reason. And when I was given the opportunity, I just swung my sword a few times in a pitiful manner, and suddenly I formed a master-student relationship with the famous Twelve Master.
‘My teacher is the Twelve······.’
The most famous master in the small town where Yu Baek was was at level 6.
He was a master from a martial arts world company, and as soon as he settled down, he was strong enough to command the entire small town. He would kill all the black swordsmen who came rushing in from one place, so even the manager of the management office, who managed hundreds of people, had no choice but to pack a lot of gifts and go to the master to wait in line.
The power of a level 6 is like that······
The Twelve are at least level 9. They are big shots who rule the entire Federation, not just small towns.
“······.”
Even if he couldn’t control his overwhelming emotions and ran around, everyone would probably understand. He was the disciple of a master who was far away. Yu Baek was still just a young boy.
Yu Baek bit his tongue several times, wondering if he had collapsed while doing chores and was having his last sweet dream. He bit his tongue too hard and felt a broken tooth on the tip of his tongue.
“Maenggu. This is where you will be staying from now on.”
“!”
At Vance’s words, Meng Yu-baek returned to reality.
“······.”
He was now in the largest room he had ever been in since he was born. The room, reminiscent of a luxury hotel, had a faint fragrance. He was given a room on the second floor of the Ban Company building to himself.
Newly built high-rise buildings and well-paved roads were visible outside the window. There was no noise of horns at all. It felt like I was in the middle of a city that never sleeps. It seemed like a room that only corporate executives would use.
Accommodation, meals, essences, martial arts and magic chips provided.
Although the company promised, the 6,000 people who were initially selected will not all be able to use these accommodations. In fact, if only one of them had been selected, I would have been so moved that I would have been happy for several days······
The disciple who was the last of the twelve. He really is receiving an excessive amount of privileges.
Yu Baek barely suppressed his excitement and asked.
“excuse me······.”
“Hey! I told you a little while ago. Why are you so clueless? Hey!!!”
“ah···!”
The skinny man, Vance, immediately snapped at him for being clueless.
I don’t know exactly why he does that, but there was something about him that was strange. Still, through his hard life as a street worker, Yu-Baek learned not to go against the wishes of such people.
Yu Baek bowed his head.
“I’m sorry, Brother Vance.”
“Oh, yeah. This is the taste. How long has it been since you heard my name? Damn it.”
“······.”
I don’t know why he does that, but he really likes it when people call him “hyung” and give him a name. He might have been nagging him for no reason because he wanted to hear “hyung”.
Yu Baek, who had been hesitating, asked carefully.
“For what reason was I chosen to be his disciple?”
“He is a person who often does things that other people might find strange.”
“······.”
Yu Baek’s expression hardened a little.
It sounded like it might just be a boring hobby or a pastime for someone who has reached a high level. If it continues like this and people lose interest, it’s over.
but.
The next words that came out of Vance’s mouth completely shattered Yubaek’s unnecessary worries.
“But I didn’t do anything weird today.”
“yes?”
“Do you know who the woman next to that man is?”
“······I don’t know.”
“It’s Castra Vietang. Mafia bosses. So the two craziest men in the entire Federation are wide-eyed, and you’re dancing with your swords in front of them.”
“Oh, was that difficult?”
“Is it difficult?”
At Maeng Yu-baek’s bewildered question, Vance chuckled without realizing it.
It’s not a question of difficult or easy.
The twelve emperors of the previous and current generations are full of energy, but how can it be possible for someone with no ability to not urinate even a single drop?
Vance recalled the time when he first encountered the magic of Vietang after killing Lotis of the Murder Factory with Revan and Samhomun.
[······He died.]
In the blink of an eye, he collapsed and lost consciousness. Not only the Samhomundo in the same place, but also the Dengpyeongwi, who could be called a warrior, were in the same situation. I heard that he was bleeding profusely and even had a seizure. Did he even urinate a lot?
But today, it wasn’t a doll, but the real magic of the Vietang itself. Even if they brought a level 7 guy in front of the two of them, they wouldn’t be able to make eye contact and would eventually pass out······
The guy only took a few steps back. Then he grabbed the knife and started swinging it around.
He seemed like a strange guy from the moment he left the formation alone. He must have never encountered such monsters in his life, so he wouldn’t have known what was going on.
Anyway, this guy is my subordinate. Vance smiled happily.
“Well, that could be possible. Anyway, in Ban Company, trust only me. There aren’t many people in this building who would dare touch me. Maybe six? Seven?”
“ah······.”
······Isn’t there quite a lot of seven people?
As Yu Baek was thinking like that, his head suddenly started buzzing.
【 To the training ground 】
“!”
I was just looking around the room when I received a call from my teacher sooner than I expected.
Just now, my body was in shambles due to the incident on the rooftop of the headquarters. I was so exhausted that I could barely take a single step. My legs were shaking because I had bowed so many times. If I continued like this, I would end up looking pathetic and shameful again······.
Soon, Yu Baek turned his trusting gaze toward Vance. He said that he had a considerable position within the company, so wouldn’t he be able to say something to the Master?
“I. Hyung—”
Hurry up!
By the time Yu Baek opened his mouth, Vance had already run out of the room.
“······.”
“······.”
Vance glanced back and Yubaek’s bewildered gaze crossed.
* * *
Ragnarok Central District.
A skyscraper that rises high into the sky.
It was a structure that looked like a giant space battleship standing vertically.
During his journey here, Yuk Lubergen was able to experience the status of the Van Company in Ragnarok.
— When did you say the next selection was?
— Will all the thousands of people who entered last? They’ll just filter them out and hire more people as soon as they need them.
— There’s also a rumor going around that they’re opening some kind of arena. If you win there, they’ll put it directly into the company.
— I heard that people who used to work as corpse hunters are flocking here these days. If we compete with them, won’t we be defeated?
— Those who are a little greedy for success would be greedy. If they could just get something similar to the chips that were thrown at the Al Heimdallrs, they would live a life of luxury.
More than half of the conversations among the residents on the street are related to the anti-company. The whole city is in an uproar over the recent public recruitment with exceptional conditions.
It seemed that all those who wanted power but had no opportunity to obtain it due to the monopoly of corporations or who had a belligerent nature from birth were heading to Ragnarok City.
Before we knew it, we had arrived at the main gate of Ban Company.
Rubergen suddenly stopped walking.
Woohoooooo—
A greatsword pouring out a blue-green light was caught in Rubergen’s hand. The tip of the sword was pointed towards the top floor of the Ban Company building.
“······.”
The puppeteer, Castra Vietang, sits on the railing, looking down on the city. Rubergen had no choice but to react immediately.
However, I didn’t feel any particular hostility.
Is that vietnam going to stay here forever?
Yuk Lubergen furrowed his brow as if he didn’t understand, and eventually put down his sword.
Hooooo—
After a while.
As we passed through the boundary of the formation, we came across an underground training ground. Lubergen let out a low sigh at the unfolding situation.
The center of the training ground.
Hooooooo—
“······.”
A young boy, covered in blood and filth, sits cross-legged. His face is pale, his arms are twisted, and his lower back is soaked in red blood. Revan, who is placing his hand on the back of the boy he is seeing for the first time, feels a truly terrifying energy swirling around in his entire body.
Beekeeping.
This is a process that all talented late-stage practitioners in the martial arts world must go through. I heard that it removes turbid energy and clears blocked blood vessels. If that much energy is needed, the accompanying pain must be enormous. It must be no wonder that the martial arts world’s major corporations and megacorps even use painkillers like Dangga among the beekeepers.
Phew—
However, despite his horrifying appearance, the boy is still holding on with his mental strength, as evidenced by the deep breathing he is taking. He is enduring the excruciating pain that is like a flesh-rending torture without even a single squirm. He is not an ordinary boy.
Rubergen also saw the boy’s eyes filled with venom.
Rubergen put down his briefcase and waited silently.
Okay, after about an hour.
“······.”
Rubergen’s eyes, looking at the scene in the training ground, took on a different color.
Pok! Pok!
Suddenly, Revan raised his finger and stabbed the boy in the back. Then, thick blood poured out from the wound, and with a “Puhaa!” the boy’s long-held breath burst out of his mouth all at once.
The energy that filled the smoke chamber swelled like waves, responding to that small breath.
A moment later, the boy squirmed and fell down on the spot. Then, Vance led the boy out of the training ground.
A place where a huge storm has passed.
Only then did Yuk Lubergen, who had been waiting, open his mouth.
“I wonder if the unexpected visitor interrupted my concentration.”
“it’s okay.”
Rubergen left Revan and the training ground and moved.
Soon, they faced each other over steaming cups of coffee. Lubergen, who had lit a cigarette, placed the briefcase he had brought on the seat next to him and blew out smoke.
Phew—
“I spent quite some time in the Valhalla Mountains recently.”
“I took a final rest at the Tower of Memories. I won’t be able to do it as time goes by.”
“I see. By the way······.”
Rubergen’s gaze turned to the ceiling. A strange magical power flowed down from above his head. It was a doll from Castra Vietang. There were three people in this place.
Cheeeeeeek—
Rubergen nodded, putting out his cigarette.
“I believe it is under control.”
“Yes, sir. But, since you are so busy with construction work, did you come all the way here because you had something to do?”
After Supreme Court Justice Armin was beheaded over Odin, Revan recommended the executor Juk Lubergen to the position of Supreme Court Justice. Perhaps thanks to that, even though the Van Company advertised Ragnarok to the entire city, the Supreme Court, the corporate judge, remained silent.
But Rubergen denied it to some extent.
“It was not my intention. Today, I am merely a court messenger who has come to deliver the Seven Seats’ message and documents.”
Of course, if the Supreme Court Justice himself came, it would be obvious that he was not an ordinary messenger. Moreover, there was a strange sense of urgency, so Revan silently placed his hand on the envelope.
Woof!
A magical formula that cannot be removed unless you are a powerful magician.
Let Revan release it.
Hooooooooooo—
Warm magical particles flowed out from the envelope like spring water.
— Oh, that······.
As soon as the spring water formed a shape, Vietang was the first to be surprised.
It appeared to be a satellite photo of a ruined Rocky City, and what was particularly striking, if not the other way around, were the rows of eggshells near the Wall.
Most of them were Al Heimdall, the Mother of the South, a level 8 corpse. It was smaller than the corpse that hid in the eggshell and preyed on the beastmen.
However, some of the huge ones even filled the entire rooftop of a skyscraper. The golden buildings were emitting a faint light from underneath.
“As you can see, they are in the process of evolving.”
Revan and Vietang were silent.
It’s not that I hadn’t thought about it—
They’ve eaten enough humans. They’ve stored up enough good nutrients and are going through the metamorphosis process. When that white eggshell-like membrane is torn, they’ll come out several times stronger than before they entered.
“I guess they ate a lot of humans.”
Rubergen explained.
“There’s nothing we can do about it. Even though Rocky City’s population is small, it’s only when compared to other large cities. Tens of millions of people still remain in Rocky City. If we expand the scope to include residents who aren’t counted in the computer system, the number will be even higher.”
“Recovery is impossible. If that’s all that’s visible from the ground, it’s even worse underground and inside the buildings.”
Finally, Yuk Lubergen took out the documents he had brought.
Whirlyrick!
Then, several documents flew into the sky and began to speak as if they were real people.
— I know. It will be difficult to recover in that state. The Federation has already poured several years’ worth of finances and resources into rebuilding Ragnarok.
Boom.
In the middle of that voice, a gurgling sound was secretly inserted.
The Seven Seats of Odin City. The voice of Archmage Schnauzen Javier.
The voice of Schnauzen Javier continued.
— So we’re going to completely wipe out that city. The preparations for the attack are almost complete. Our goal is to completely burn Loki to the point where it will have a big impact on the undead’s perception and annihilate them.
Revan asked.
“Are you prepared for a bombing?”
—Bombing isn’t so bad.
“······.”
The voice of Schnauzen Javier in the document answered as if he had heard and understood Revan’s question on the spot. Maybe he really did understand.
— If the coordinates are set, and the goal is destruction rather than restoration, anything can be done. For example, deploying a combat carrier corps to indiscriminately bomb the area with chemical bombs, or even considering nuclear bombs······
In response, Vuitton expressed a negative opinion.
“Even if we finish it off with bombing, we’ll need manpower. If the named people who robbed Loki are holding out inside the city, there’s no guarantee that the chemical weapons or nuclear weapons that the military will unleash will work.”
— I know you don’t know, so I’ll let it slide. Whatever the method, I’ll agree that it needs to be taken down as soon as possible. If the anti-company side joins, the federal government won’t forget. Don’t you think of it as the first step toward the city you want?
That was the main point.
Ragnarok and Loki are close by, and the major powers of other cities are likely to refuse to participate unless forced to do so. Whether it be a large-scale reconquest or a punitive expedition. They know that they have more to lose than to gain.
But from Ragnarok City’s perspective, that’s not the case.
The closest city to Loki.
If there is something like that, it is obvious that it will affect Ragnarok in no time. It will have to be touched anyway. So if the anti-company helps the Federation’s operation here, it will eliminate the biggest threat near Ragnarok, and it will also be a good thing for the government to recognize it as a free city as a favor.
You might be able to kill two birds with one stone.
The question, however, is how much sacrifice can we tolerate that will inevitably come along in the process—
“I’ve seen it before. An incomprehensible being with powers comparable to or even greater than the Seven Seats. Do you think the Federation has the power to fully handle such a being?”
— The Three Deities.
The answer was short and sweet.
There was no reason for Odin’s Seven Seats to lie.
······A little later.
Revan, who was looking at his palms covered in dirt and blood and contemplating an answer, finally opened his mouth.
“When does it start?”
* * *
Crunch!
“······.”
A fist that penetrated a solid stone wall shallowly. It could be called a numerical weapon.
Thanks to the slightly warm, lukewarm internal energy surging from his danjeon and repeatedly pounding his stomach, Yu Baek knew that he was beyond the realm of ordinary humans.
Thud!
Today was exactly the 7th day since he had him as his teacher. Before even holding a sword, Yu Baek was learning the basics of boxing, including the mind method, boxing method, long method, and foot method.
There was no significant difference from the beginning even though they were disciples of the Twelve.
I heard that those selected by the Ban Company would be given essence and martial arts chips, but the direct disciple was busy learning basic martial arts through primitive methods, learning by word of mouth and with his body as if there were no such things.
If he had chips and essence, he could learn a little bit earlier than others······Of course, Yu Baek didn’t have the courage to ask his teacher about it. Also, the process of learning martial arts for the first time was fun.
Meanwhile, the news that Revan had taken on an orphan boy as his apprentice spread throughout the company. It even reached the ears of Dylan, a fearsome warlord.
Dylan, a large man, came running as soon as he heard the story and scolded him, saying that now was the time to be leisurely raising disciples and that it was a useless act.
After that incident, Meng Yu-baek was treated as a non-existent person within the company. Except for his master, Revan, he was practically cut off from the outside world. However, most of the executives of Ban Company were big names that Yu-baek could not even look up to, so Yu-baek, who had come from a humble background, accepted this fact without difficulty.
One day, Ragnarok City was noisy.
This was because about 6,000 residents who had been selected by the Ban Company and received chips went to the city all at once to enjoy a two-day vacation. They were wearing the Ban Company training uniforms and striding around the city. They were probably busy bragging about how great a place they belonged to.
And during the two-day vacation, anyone who caused even the slightest disturbance was forcibly expelled from Van Company and Ragnarok. And that too after the chips were recovered, and the power and circuits were shut down.
Even when the selectors were the objects of envy from the residents of Ragnarok and those awaiting selection, Yu Baek silently trained his martial arts according to Revan’s teachings.
Sometimes I envied those selectors who grew quickly, but now I have adapted to a somewhat isolated training life.
Phew! Phew!
A month has passed.
Now, Yu Baek began to grab the sword he had been waiting for.
Over the past month, the basics of martial arts and the Danjeon and the physical frame have been established, so my sword skills have improved significantly compared to when I was in a bad state at first. Although I am not at the level of being called a master, I don’t think I will ever be treated like an idiot again.
The swordsmanship I learned under Revan’s guidance was much more interesting than basic martial arts. From late evening to dawn, I practiced and became familiar with the flow of blood vessels, and awakened the sleeping veins of my entire body. After waking up in the morning after a period of convalescence, I immediately picked up my sword and practiced in a formation filled with bamboos.
There are a few things I’ve learned over time.
In the world, the master was known as an unstoppable madman, but when looking from the side, it wasn’t like that. Although he saw his face almost every day, he didn’t really scold Yu Baek except to check his achievements in martial arts. In fact, he even seemed to be uninterested in him.
[ The extreme of nothingness? I’m still looking for it. I’ll let you know first if I find it while cleaning under the bed. ]
[······Master. Suddenly a bed?]
After thinking and pondering for a long time on my own and asking about something, after a few minutes, I would often end up making a dull joke.
Well, there’s nothing we can do about it.
Even though they were disciples, the master was a figure of transcendence. Yu Baek thought that even just talking to him was something to be thankful for and devoted himself to martial arts training.
So, two months passed by in a flash.
Crunch!
The sharp blade swept across the nape of Meng Yu-baek’s neck. A warm stream of blood flowed down. Yu-baek tried five times with a tenacity that did not give up, but he was still not an opponent that could be defeated with Yu-baek’s skills. Whenever the purple pupils flashed even a little, he was always anxious to avoid the next attack.
Swish!
If we had used our internal energy against each other, my neck would have been cut off. Yu Baek rolled away from the Tech Blade’s eerie edge and spoke urgently.
“Oh, I lost again today!”
Martial arts are so profound that no matter how much you study them, there is no end to them. Every day, you study them and keep cutting them. The enlightenment of martial arts that you have accumulated so far seems like a dead end with nowhere to go, but tomorrow, another wall will appear and block your path. Trying to follow your master as quickly as possible will only make you look foolish, like a magpie following a stork. And you have moved farther away.
Swish—
Still, Yu Baek wiped the sweat away and asked politely.
“Can you teach me one thing?”
“······None. I will teach you.”
“Yes, thank you.”
“······huh.”
The executives of Ban Company still treated Yu Baek like he was a non-existent person, as if he had been given a bribe. Of course, he had now completely adapted to this kind of cold rice treatment. He had become indifferent to their firm rejection.
After a few more days, Yu Baek cut down all the countless bamboos in the formation. The short-cut bamboos were engraved with deep sword marks. Yu Baek exhaled and straightened his scattered hair.
Exit.
It’s been over two months since I became a disciple, but I’ve only mastered one basic form of swordsmanship. I haven’t even begun to master the other forms.
A ridge where all the giant bamboo trees had been cut down. Yu Baek sat in a bamboo grove where bamboo shoots were just starting to sprout and complained about his life.
“But when are you going to give me the essence······.”
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