Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 91



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 91

Forgetting myself (4)

Even in Cheonmandae Mountain where Cheonmasingyo is located, there is a mountain called Mang-a-ryeong (忘我嶺), which is called the most ominous forbidden mountain.

However, unlike its name, the official name set by the Cheonmasingyo was Dohwaryeong (桃花嶺), and as its name suggests, it was a utopian place overflowing with flowers and fruit trees.

And, befitting its beauty, this place was a kind of retreat for the elders who had served the church for a long time.

The reason why such a resort was called by the ominous name of Mangaryeong was simple.

The elders of the Cheonmasin Church are usually old people who have mastered magic.

However, all those who learned high-level magic from the Cheonmasingyo were in one position. Whether they were the head of the school, the head of the law, the head of one of the five great families, or the left and right law guardians.

In order to rule over the young and capable but mentally ill demonic cult members, they had to hold onto their high-ranking positions.

That is, the elders who come here are not old people who have lost their horses.

They were unfortunate people who suffered from mental illness without being able to escape from high-ranking magicians and eventually forgot themselves in their old age.

That is why it was called Mangaryeong.

Because it was a prison that held the monsters who had forgotten who they were.

It may seem like a harsh treatment to those who had gone mad while dedicating themselves to the religion, but it was an unavoidable problem.

They were all masters who had reached at least the highest level of magic, to the point where they were mentally ill and had even become senile.

If we let such experts run wild as a group, the very foundation of the Cheonmasingyo would be uprooted.

However, killing those who had devoted themselves to the religion was too cruel, and if they were to abolish martial arts, there was no way to know what would happen if they broke the danjeon of those who had already gone mad because of martial arts.

So, the last resort was to send the senile demons to Dohwaryeong and then lock them up in a camp.

And now, at this moment.

“You damn bastard! As the vice-chairman of the Black Dragon Clan, I will not forgive you! Huh? The vice-chairman of the Black Dragon Clan? You rascal! How dare you impersonate the vice-chairman of the Black Dragon Clan! As the vice-chairman of the Guardian Court, I cannot forgive you!”

One of those monsters was glaring at Ilmoku while spewing out an incredible amount of murderous intent and magic energy.

At first glance, everything went dark.

If you are an old person with dementia, you have a unique perspective.

Since his job in his previous life was a social welfare worker, he often had to deal with people directly or indirectly.

But, because I had my own opinion, I felt even more lost.

Dealing with an elderly person with dementia is something that requires extreme patience.

Even.

“Die!!”

This is especially true if the person who has reached a level far superior to yours is a dementia patient.

As the old man swung the staff he was using to support himself, a huge ink-colored sword energy flew towards Ichimoku, curling like a crescent moon.

Ilmok used the technique of the iron plate bridge and bent backwards as if his back was about to break.

A huge, dark-colored aura passed by, just above the bridge of Ichimoku’s nose.

Crunch!

Crunch!

A loud noise echoes as the trees behind the tree are cut down one after another.

Ichimoku, who barely managed to escape with his life, quickly straightened his back again to avoid the next attack, but his legs stopped in his tracks before he knew it at the sight that followed.

The old man, who had been displaying absurd skills with nothing more than a wooden staff, let alone a sword, was lying on the floor groaning.

“Oh my!”

It was the price paid for swinging the staff that supported his body.

As his memories were jumbled, it seemed that even though he was performing an incredible sword attack, he couldn’t remember the magic or light attack for a moment.

“Hehehe. How dare you knock this body over? You’re a great talent!”

Even the old monster thought that he had fallen to the blow of Ichimoku.

But at first glance, the sight seemed more frightening than funny.

‘Are you saying this place is full of crazy old people?’

This time the old man was lucky and fell, but there was no guarantee that it would happen again next time.

Besides, if you hang out with that old man, there’s a risk that the noise will attract other crazy old people.

While feeling like he was going crazy, Ichimoku racked his brain.

How can I escape from this crazy old man’s vacation spot? No, how can I stop this crazy old man’s attacks?

If I were to attack while he was still down, there was a risk that I would provoke him again and cause him to regain his martial arts skills.

It would have been a problem if I had come to some realization by hanging out with that old man.

‘for a moment.’

At first glance, Ichimoku realized something.

Why did he avoid enlightenment? It was because he didn’t want to become crazy.

However, this was a place where only the craziest people gathered within the Cheonmasingyo cult, a den of pseudo-psychopaths.

Above all else.

– It’s been more than half an hour. Doesn’t it feel uncomfortable?

– The dirt is stuck to my sweat. It’s dirty!

Even at this very moment, another self was screaming in Ichimoku’s head.

In a situation where I become dizzy without even realizing it.

‘In a two-eyed world, being one-eyed is a mutation, but in a one-eyed world, being two-eyed is a mutation. So then!’

Ilmok realized another secret.

The second first-class recipe after the first one, ‘The youngest Confucius hides his talent’.

So-called, let go.

“Eww! It feels weird!! It tickles!!”

Ilmok immediately shouted and took off the martial arts uniform he was wearing at incredible speed.

with a plop.

He quickly threw himself and jumped into a nearby stream.

“Hehehehe! Hehehe!”

And then, bursting into a strange laugh, he began to scratch his entire body in the stream.

It wasn’t a fake smile.

As I moved as my other self, which I had suppressed until now in order not to go crazy, told me to, I felt a strange pleasure that was hard to describe in words.

And the old man, who had barely managed to get up using his cane, looked at the rampaging Ichimoku with blank eyes.

“Ehhhh! I have to scratch more. Get your skin clean! Hehehe.”

The old man clicked his tongue at the sight of Il-mok scratching his skin with a round, smooth stone on the stream bed.

“Hey, tsk. Looks like the kid has already been eaten by the demon. How pitiful.”

The old man, who had been shaking his head, tilted his head.

“Hmm? But why am I here?”

The old man, in a state of confusion, began muttering something to himself, then turned his back and walked away into the bushes.

Even after the old man left, Ichimoku couldn’t stop right away.

“I need a stone. A stone!!”

He muttered something strange to himself and then tossed Marie around. Then, when another self ran wild in his messy hair, he quickly straightened it.

The wild thing that had been going wild for so long barely stopped moving and let out a ragged breath.

“Whew. I’m going crazy.”

Trying to pull myself together after letting go once felt twice as hard as usual.

After controlling the magic that was about to run wild, Ilmok used his lightness to escape from the stream in one go. He then approached the martial arts uniform that he had roughly taken off just a moment ago.

‘Fuck. I have to wear this again?’

It was bearable when I was just wearing it, but when I washed the sweaty and dusty uniform and tried to put it back on, I felt like I was going to swear.

After thinking it over for a while, Ilmok held the scabbard in one hand and the dirty uniform with the fingertips of the other hand, and walked away without putting it on.

‘Let’s move for now. The stream is dangerous.’

It seemed like crazy old people would come here often just to drink water.

I wondered if the elderly people with dementia would even remember the location of this stream.

‘Damn. I have to get out of here somehow.’

Ilmok took a step forward and recalled the information he had heard from Jin Ha-yeon about Mangaryeong.

It was said that Mangaryeong was blocked by a huge formation. To be exact, it was a structure that only prevented escape.

It’s a formation that uses the dream formation, so the more you try to go outside, the more you spin around and return to your original position?

But that doesn’t mean there was no exit at all.

It is said that the Life Gate opens at certain intervals, and that several unmanned people enter the Mangaryeong at that time.

Although this was originally a place of exile, the purpose was to check on their condition as they were elders.

It is said that those who are well-versed in the art of hiding sneak in to check on the life and death of the elders and any unusual events, leave behind some food they brought with them, and then leave through the living gate.

And some drones are said to be waiting near the gate to watch for any elders escaping.

That is, it meant that if you knew the location of the gate and when it opened, you could escape at any time.

‘How could I know?’

Ilmok forced himself to hold back the sighs that escaped his lips without him knowing, and tried to think positive thoughts.

‘But if I just hold on, won’t the unmanned people who entered Mangaryeong find me?’

When you think that if you just hold on, you can escape.

“Who are you?”

From beyond the bushes, the cold voice of an old man approached without a sound and pierced Ichimoku’s ears.

‘… I can’t even hold out.’

In the face of the sudden crisis, Ichimoku tried to open his eyes tightly. It was a place where his balls might be cut off the moment he closed his eyes.

Ilmok turned his head slightly and looked towards where the sound had come from, and saw the figure of a strange old man.

He was an old man with a neatly trimmed beard and hair that did not seem like he was suffering from dementia, and he was wearing a very neat military uniform.

Just the top.

I couldn’t understand why he was taking off his pants. At least he was wearing underwear.

“You’re walking around in the territory of the new religion with such an impudent appearance. You must want to die.”

The old man who was talking nonsense about his brother-in-law suddenly drew his sword and stabbed Ilmok.

“!?”

Ichimoku looked around in a state of urgency, but soon despaired.

‘If I had known this would happen, I would have stayed in the stream!’

A newly realized secret. The situation was not conducive to casting Put Down.

Ichimoku, who was feeling like he didn’t know what to do, threw the dirty uniform he was holding with his left index finger and thumb at the old man who was running towards him.

Crunch!

And while the old man’s sword swung cleanly and cut his uniform in two, Ilmok quickly drew his sword and blocked the old man’s sword.

visor!

Unlike someone with dementia, the old man drew a simple yet efficient sword.

And Ichimoku was barely able to block the old man’s consecutive attacks.

It wasn’t because the old man’s level was low. It was because the old man’s swordsmanship was too familiar to Ichimoku.

Absurdly, the swordsmanship displayed by the old man was the same as the swordsmanship of Ichimoku.

“Hey you! How dare you steal my martial arts skills!”

The old man also realized this fact and swung his sword in anger.

The anger was so intense that the old man’s sword was already covered in a brilliant sword vein.

“crazy!?”

Daegyeonghan Ilmok, as if he had forgotten that he was naked, quickly flew away and rolled on the ground to avoid the old man’s sword.

‘If this continues, I’ll die!!’

He’s holding on because he’s lucky and because he’s used to the old man’s sword drawing, but it wouldn’t be strange if he collapses at any time.

As Ichimoku watched the old man’s sword flying towards him as he rolled on the floor, a lightning-like realization struck his head.

‘We’ll have to fight anyway! If that’s the case!’

It was not an enlightenment about the Talhonmujeonggeom.

“Master! Have you already forgotten this disciple?”

Ilmok shouted like that, and while he was rolling on the floor, he quickly bowed down to the old man.