Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 36



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 36

Red (2)

A world completely dyed in black and white.

On one side of that world, I was swinging something around.

It was a strange situation where I was looking at myself, but I didn’t feel any discomfort.

I just sit there blankly, watching what I do.

As I stared blankly, it soon dawned on me what the object I was swinging was.

It was a brush.

I realized too late that the world was not made up of black and white.

I was dyeing the white world black.

“This isn’t it!!”

And I, swinging my brush, screamed in anger, blackened my own writing, and started writing again.

‘Wow… There really is no one as crazy as this guy.’

It was a thought that occurred to me as I watched the other me, but for some reason, a sense of ominousness came to mind as well.

Because it was a familiar sight.

Because lately I’ve been doing that every night.

After realizing that the side effects of the Talhonmujeonggeom had begun, I began to think about a solution.

But I couldn’t come up with a way to completely eliminate that side effect right away. That’s why I chose that as my second choice.

If it is going to be an obsession anyway, limit it to a specific element.

That is, I wrote a diary every night and obsessively corrected my handwriting.

To have perfect handwriting. Instead, to avoid other compulsive symptoms.

So, the one who was making a fuss over there was ‘me’.

To be exact, this is what I looked like when the side effects got worse.

Although I still occasionally experience obsessive-compulsive disorder, the frequency is very low, perhaps because of my obsession with handwriting.

So I felt somewhat reassured, but maybe deep down inside I was afraid that I would end up like that.

As I thought about it that way, I naturally understood what was happening now.

‘Is this a coin possession?’

That was the first thought that came to mind, but I quickly shook my head.

I wasn’t practicing or taking a morning routine.

When I tried to recall my vague memories, the last thing I remembered was me going to bed.

That means.

‘It must be a dog dream.’

The moment I realized that this was all a nightmare.

“Phew.”

The image of me struggling with the letters disappeared, and darkness came.

The reason it was dark was simple: my eyes were still closed.

Flash.

I opened my eyes wide to chase away the uneasy nightmare, but strangely, it was dark all around.

Am I still dreaming? Or is today particularly dark?

As I was thinking about that, the clouds that had been blocking the moon moved away, and faint moonlight streamed into the room through the paper window.

And then the moonlight reflected off something small and dim, hidden in the dark world, and caught my eye.

For a moment, I squint my eyes and stare at the small, faint light, wondering what it is.

I was able to figure out its identity without difficulty.

It was snow.

A person’s eyes, small and open, looking down at me from right in front of my nose.

“Fuck, this is surprising!!!”

He was so surprised that he sat up and swore as if he was about to start a fight.

And in time with my movements, the eyes that were right in front of my nose moved away.

The terrifying sight of only the eyes floating in the air makes me cringe.

“Oh, shit.”

I thought the Demonic Cult only had crazy people, but were there ghosts too?

And the darkness beneath the ghost’s eyes splits open, and a faint light leaks out again.

It was a human tooth.

“Are you okay, priest?”

And the voice that came out of the ghost’s mouth was quite a familiar voice.

“Three death sentences?”

Third death row inmate Seo Wan-pyeong. It was the voice of a mad assassin suffering from delusions of persecution.

At first, he often came at night, but after I told him to come during the day, he never came at night again.

Just then, two guards approached hurriedly and shouting could be heard from the entrance.

“What is it, Confucius?”

“Are you okay!?”

And a step later than them, Jin Ha-yeon’s voice was also heard.

“Confucius!”

After hearing their voices, I finally came to my senses and answered in the most calm of tones possible.

“Don’t worry. The three brothers came and we had a brief conversation.”

I answered like that, thinking of myself as a hostage.

If I were to answer here and ask for help, the third death row inmate would cut off my head faster than they could storm into the room.

But, as if he didn’t know what I was thinking, Gwanmuyeol shouted at me from outside the door.

“Your Majesty, it is an act of disrespect to sneak in at such a late hour!”

Why are those escorts provoking the assassins who came in the middle of the night?

With cold sweat running down his back, the third brother answered in a gloomy tone.

“I just came to see you because I suddenly had something to ask you, youngest. I’ll be more careful next time.”

At the third death penalty’s apology, the escorts and Jin Ha-yeon soon retreated.

And then, as we were left alone, I cautiously asked through the silence that had formed.

“But what are you doing at this late hour?”

The words, ‘Why did you come back again, you crazy bastard?’ were on the tip of my tongue, but I came to my senses and didn’t dare say them out loud.

I already screamed “Fuck”, but I was so surprised that I blurted it out in Korean without realizing it, so I think I was able to get away with it.

“Because of what happened during the day.”

“During the day?”

When I asked with a puzzled expression, the death penalty in the darkness nodded and answered.

“During the day, I was embarrassed because I thought it was just a compliment, but when I thought about it at night, I thought maybe they were all teasing me for being embarrassed. I wondered if they were all secretly laughing at me, thinking, ‘Are you proud of that much?’”

“… … .”

They say that people become more emotional at night, and the third death row inmate seemed to have a more delusional view of persecution.

‘Development… did happen?’

The gentleman who used to be depressed all day was now depressed only at night, so progress was progress.

Come to think of it, it seems like stealth techniques have also improved since the first time the death penalty came at night.

At that time, thanks to the moonlight, the shape was vaguely visible.

But now, even in the moonlight, I could barely see the pupils of the eyes. And I was able to recognize it because the death penalty was opening its eyes right in front of me.

While I was thinking about that, the executioner suddenly brought up an unexpected story.

“More than that, is the priest okay?”

“???”

“Actually, I was waiting for the priest to wake up because he was sleeping soundly. But he was twitching as if he was having a nightmare. So, I was watching him closely, wondering whether I should wake him up or not, and then he woke up.”

“ah….”

So that’s why you were pushing your face so close. I thought you were thinking about ‘how to kill me’ again.

“Ahem. I had a nightmare, but it’s not a big deal.”

“What a blessing.”

“Yes. And you don’t have to worry about the death penalty. I and everyone else said that because we sincerely wanted to congratulate you on the death penalty.”

“Hmm. If what the priest said was quick enough to read the Master’s mind, then it must be true.”

As if he had come just to hear this one word, the executioner nodded and tried to turn away.

But just before leaving the room, something occurred to him, so he suddenly turned his head and asked.

“But, what did you mean when you woke up a little while ago and shouted at this executioner? Shifa? The fuck? I’ve never heard that before.”

“… … .”

Perhaps because he intuitively felt that it was a life-threatening crisis, his head spun violently for a moment.

“Um, it was an exclamation that was popular only in my hometown. It’s a kind of dialect. Yeah. Mom! Surprise! Something like that. Yeah, that’s right. Ha, hahaha.”

“Wow. An exclamation. How funny. What the hell. The sound just sticks in my mouth.”

As he said that, the third brother kept mumbling ‘Fuck’ to himself as if he was a foreigner learning Korean for the first time and practicing.

For some reason, I felt uneasy about staying like this, so I quickly opened my mouth.

“Oh! And come to think of it, I don’t think it’s the Ambassador or the others, but how about having a conversation with Guyangmun?”

“Are you talking about that lively friend I saw this afternoon?”

“Yes. Didn’t that guy want to experience Sa-hyeong’s Mu-yeong-sip-sa-su anyway? Whether that guy was mocking Sa-hyeong or being serious, wouldn’t we get a rough idea if we competed in martial arts? Ha. Hahaha.”

“Hoo. That’s a good idea too.”

The elder brother nodded as if he was satisfied and opened the door and came out.

‘… Yangmun-ah, I’m sorry.’

It was possible that the lover would evolve into a bachelor ghost.

* * *

The next day.

Fortunately or unfortunately, neither the third brother nor Guyangmun came to Pungamjeon.

Besides, the sixth death row inmate didn’t come yesterday either, perhaps because he was truly curious.

Thanks to the absence of those three, Pungamjeon had become much quieter, but on the other hand, I still felt uneasy.

‘Surely, one of them isn’t really dead?’

Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, Guyangmun must have died, but if that was the case, it was unclear why the third execution had not come.

‘Are they disposing of the body…?’

I wanted to lose myself in thought and worry.

“Hahaha! That’s what I’m talking about!”

“My lord, something like that happened. Hahaha.”

With the ambassador and the hang-geon chattering nonstop, there was no time to lose one’s thoughts.

That was the topic of conversation. The work they had to do at the school because of me.

The only thing I was curious about was why they came to me every other day and reported to me in detail.

Even if that were the case, I wasn’t the ambassador’s superior.

I think it’s because, as I said last time, he wants to be recognized by me and become my master.

‘… This doesn’t seem right.’

The method also felt a bit wrong, and I had no intention of serving the ambassador as my lord.

No, after entering the Magic Hall, I just planned to have fun and eat. In other words, I had no intention of serving anyone as my lord.

“Hahaha. That was a really great choice, Ambassador.”

Of course, I didn’t know what would happen if I told the team leader my true intentions, so I just flattered him.

And after Ambassador and Hanggeon finished talking, which was neither a boast nor a report, they left.

At that moment, only the two escort warriors, Seon-ah, and Jin Ha-yeon were left. I casually asked Jin Ha-yeon a question.

“But didn’t you say that the Ambassador also entered the Magic Hall as a top official?”

If a nobleman who was so arrogant about being stupid could enter the top position, then the level of the Magic Academy could not help but be questioned.

To the point where I wonder if it is really necessary for me to study and train like this.

“Although the Grand Duke possessed a sense of entitlement to wisdom, it does not mean that the Grand Duke was lacking in anything. He was simply lacking as a disciple of the Supreme Being.”

Does that mean that you can have an average level of intelligence?

“In addition, the entrance exam for the Magic Academy consists of an interview and a mock exam. From what I’ve heard, the Grand Duke barely missed the interview, but his mock exam results were overwhelmingly excellent, so he came in first place in the comprehensive evaluation.”

I nodded in agreement with that explanation.

‘I don’t know about interviews, but isn’t there a separate perfect score for the interview?’

It seemed like the stronger you were, the more points you got.

‘Well, the ambassador became a high-ranking demon when he was only about 20 years old, and in his twenties, he went around the Central Plains as if it were his own home, committing massacres and earning the nickname of mad horse.’

Even now, he has mastered the explosive sword technique at the age of only early forties, so his talent for martial arts is overwhelming.

That’s when I was digging into the college entrance exam corruption scandal.

“Heavenly horse has arrived! May all fortunes come true!”

The shouts of Jang Hoe, who was guarding the entrance to Pungamjeon, can be heard.

It meant that it was time for the teacher to come.

Naturally, Seon-ah, who had been clinging to me, got up and headed toward the entrance. It was time to leave.

“Meet the master of Manma.”

“Hehehe. Be careful on your way in.”

Teacher and Seon-a exchanged greetings as if they were taking turns.

And as the master entered the Pungam Hall, he took out a small box from his sleeve.

“It’s the same gang we promised last time.”

“!!!”

It’s a magical elixir that appears in fictional novels, but I’ve never seen it myself and only heard about it.

But rather than being overly happy, I approached it cautiously.

“Master. Last time, didn’t you say that my skills were still lacking and that it was too early to consume the Bombardier?”

“Hehehe. Now you’ve mastered the basics, right? Of course, your danjeon is still small, so it might be difficult to accept the Bokmadan. However, it doesn’t seem good to keep putting off the promised reward, so I will personally help you absorb the elixir as a true spirit.”

I bowed deeply in gratitude to the teacher’s explanation.

“Your kindness is truly infinite!”

“Hahahaha. Excessive manners are not good, so get up now. This old man is not personally doing the Jin-gi-do-in simply because he cares for you. This time, you have presented good ideas about the school, but this is something I am doing as the superior, so don’t pay attention to it.”

The teacher explained the reason in a hesitant manner, but it wasn’t particularly important.

The important thing was that I took the elixir.

What is an elixir!

If we were to compare martial arts to modern sports, it would be a kind of doping.

Red pill!

Of course, just because it’s a drug doesn’t mean it’s necessarily good.

I heard somewhere that there are some medicines that are not suitable for a person depending on the type of medicine or constitution. So I heard somewhere that there is a ‘designer’ who adjusts the type or amount of medicine that is most suitable for that person.

In that sense, the absorption of the elixir with the help of the Master himself was truly a bundle of coincidences.

Because he must be the best expert in this field.

“Grab your bombs and sit cross-legged.”

I took the small pill from the medicine box that the teacher had given me and sat cross-legged.

‘Hehehe. Once I absorb this, I’m sure I’ll pass the Magic Academy.’

According to the information I heard from Jin Ha-yeon earlier, the importance of the non-martial arts part was higher than that of the interview. If you have a high level of martial arts skills, you just need to avoid failing the interview.

“After swallowing the Bombardier, never open your mouth. And never faint, and never lose sight of the flow of true energy led by this old man.”

As I swallowed the bomb I was holding in my hand, following the Master’s warning and guidance, the Master’s long arm touched my back.

The small pill that I swallowed down my throat began to melt and pour out a huge amount of energy, and an equally large amount of energy penetrated my body through the Master’s long arm that was touching my back.

Since I couldn’t die in vain after taking the elixir, I concentrated my mind.

In one corner of my head, I felt that way.

I have a feeling that I’ve forgotten something important.