I Became the Heavenly Demon of the Academy



West

The era when righteousness and cooperation disappeared.

people said

A king is a gift from heaven.

Nobles like nobility.

A commoner is a commoner.

slaves like slaves

Doing only one’s own work in one’s position is the law of heaven.

follow the rules

Don’t let slaves become commoners, don’t let commoners become nobles, and don’t let nobles become kings.

A person’s status is determined from birth.

Kings and nobles plundering commoners and slaves are conforming to fate, not violating heavenly principles.

It’s just the natural logic of the world.

But Master said.

We rejected that order.

Humans are equal from birth, everyone deserves respect, and there is no fixed destiny.

If it is the law of heaven that everything is fixed from the beginning, then we will destroy the law of heaven itself.

That’s why people called us, who reject the world’s logic, the Demonic Cult.

The head there got the peculiar name of Heavenly Demon.

If the devil is to say that humans are equal and that everyone has the right to be respected.

I will gladly bear that name on my back.

An absolute being who splits the ocean with a single gesture, shatters mountains with a single fist, and cuts the sky with a single sword.

My master said so.

Murim.

A place where strong fighters fight their territory according to the law of the jungle.

Living in the 21st century, the image of Moorim was just such a place to me.

Their loud cries of righteousness and fairness seemed to me nothing but empty cries to justify their disgusting actions.

Originally, he would have perished as a nameless white bone somewhere, unable to adapt to the harsh world of Moorim.

I didn’t believe in predetermined fate, but I can only say that it was fate that I met Master there.

‘Your thoughts will be called demons in the world.’

‘If the world calls it Mara, I’ll gladly become a demon.’

‘You are indeed right. It’s perfectly right. Ah, will you come with me?’

The tenth generation of the Heavenly Demon Goddess, the position of the Heavenly Demon.

I entered the Demonic Cult, following my master, who is called the wheel-wheeled demon of Gogeum in Moorim.

He rose to the position of a minor teacher.

* * *

Master passed away.

He would have been able to live for hundreds of years if he wanted to, but Master, who had already shed one layer of the five human desires from the time he met me, ended up sitting cross-legged like a Buddha entering nirvana and quietly left.

Originally, he would have gone much earlier than this, but my presence held Master in the world.

When I reached the final stage, Master let go of the last remaining lingering attachments.

‘I have risen to the level of a god with a human body, but I have not properly understood the human mind. you don’t live like that Realize the joy of human beings, and enjoy happiness among humans. I’m leaving now, but you can do it.’

‘……The world of martial arts has no end. Take yourself as a lamp, be diligent, be diligent…’

I prayed for the only disciple’s happiness until the moment he ascended to heaven, and as if a high priest passed away, he performed the last rite of prayer in front of the master who had left gracefully.

* * *

It was arrogant.

He underestimated human malice.

Cool.

Something struck him from the inside of his chest, and a clot of blood poured out from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were spinning because he had spilled so much blood.

His breathing was already up to the tip of his chin, and his lungs were complaining of tearing pain.

The limbs have long since reached their limits.

The joints of his whole body creaked, and his body did not move properly, as if a steel ingot had been attached.

“…come out.”

I stopped my running legs, felt a presence in the forest, and said calmly.

“Awesome. I thought the principalities would unite to catch just one person.”

“Sado Ryunju, Iron and Blood Emperor, Hyukri Uncheon.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly…”

Before he could hear the answer, he was ambushed and killed with a single blow.

I can’t even remember how many people I’ve killed so far.

Even though Master had the power to destroy Murim in a matter of days, he did not dominate.

If he had the will, he would have been able to become the Emperor who ruled the whole world as well as the Emperor of Darkness, but he did not.

Master just existed there, but the Muraebae of Murim thought he reigned over them.

It hasn’t been long since Master passed away.

For the sake of peace in Murim, they launched a surprise attack at the Jeongsama meeting, which began to be held under the leadership of Master.

The tea we drank at every meeting contained intangible poison specially prepared by the alliance of the Tang family and Mandokmun.

The toxicity of the intangible poison is enough to cause cracks in my body, which has already reached the point of invulnerability.

After confirming that I drank tea, taking advantage of the weakened escort due to the fact that only the head guard was accompanied, an affair unfolded near the meeting place.

Also, it’s like this.

“The swordsman is Cheongunjin. Did the shaman join in?”

Seven swordsmen guarding the swordsman and its surroundings.

Not good.

“Your Heavenly Demon Art is too dangerous. Forces beyond mutual understanding should not exist in this world. You can tell just by looking at you. Do you think this makes sense?”

“That bastard’s reason, Sang-ri. It’s disgusting. You pretended to be lofty on the mountain, but in the end it was like this.”

“I won’t say I’m sorry. just follow the rules Shamanic Seven Swords, Taegeuk Chilseong Checkup!”

Resisting the pressure of the swordsman and the swordsmen who follow him.

I also ran towards the sword line.

*

The more I killed those who rushed at me, the tighter the network became.

Finally, I faced many unmanned people gathered in front of the wide plain.

Volcano.

Qingcheng.

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Jong-nam.

common (崆峒).

Five generations

Sado Iga (邪道二家).

Not only huge groups, but also numerous Murim people who gathered shouting righteousness and cooperation.

I saw it and realized.

i can’t survive here

Even if support came from the Protestant Church, it would be too late by then.

Do you abuse Master’s compassionate heart in this way?

dare.

I felt like my hair was going to go white with anger.

can’t survive here

If that’s the case, you should be able to clearly feel who you dared to touch.

“Where do you live?”

He declared it by triggering the Seoncheonjingi.

The triggering of Seoncheonjingi at the cost of his life instantly gave him the power to transcend the realm.

That day, Moorim faced a demon.

*

Poisoning by intangible poison, 17 stab wounds, 5 puncture wounds, 7 fractures.

In addition, countless bruises, abrasions, and huge aftermath from triggering congenital tremors.

I squeezed out my last strength and killed everyone in front of me, but I too have reached my limit.

In this physical condition, I will soon close my eyes.

“…is the last Shaolin?”

As I sat leaning against a tree and gasping for breath, an old man with a shaved head calmly approached me.

“Amitabha… no, donor.”

“If you have nothing to do, go away… I have no energy to speak.”

Through the blurry vision of blood running down, I saw an old man with an expression of agony.

“Shaolin was cowardly. Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t stop it. Despite having the heavy name of Moorim’s Taesan North Head, this disaster occurred as a result of turning a blind eye to it. It was all false.”

“Now… what’s the use of saying that…?”

Are you thinking of winning a mental victory in front of me who is dying?

It was disgusting.

Rather, those who answered with their lives by bumping into their whole bodies look better.

“I am well aware that these words are meaningless. I couldn’t stop it after all. Now, even at this moment, Nonab is suffering. Even though the answer has already been decided.”

“Are you thinking of killing me? Or are you thinking of giving a big welcome to save life? What is there to worry about in front of me?”

“Amitabha Buddha… As you already know, the present condition of the donor cannot be revived even with great rejoicing.”

“That’s right…”

As long as the Seoncheonjingi has been triggered to this extent, even if Daera Shinseon comes directly, he will not be able to save me.

“In Shaolin, the Great Law written by Bodhidharma has been secretly passed down. The Great Law of Hui-Hun Kang-Lim.”

“The Great Law of Marriage Advent…?”

….

The old monk, who had been silently turning the rosary, opened his mouth heavily.

“A taboo great law that costs the caster’s life. The contents recorded by Bodhidharma are so intricate that they cannot be described in words.”

As he spoke, the old man’s expression, which had been engulfed in anguish until now, shone brightly with conviction, and his waist and shoulders, which were all bent and dwarfed, straightened like a mountain.

is it.

This old man also made a decision of his own.

Like a smile of fire, the sincerity of the old man has been conveyed heart-to-heart without words.

“This must be the repentance conveyed to you by the divine monks Muheo and Shaolin.”

A blinding light enveloped the two.

Soon there was only silence, as if no one was there.

* * *

A great incident that was annihilated despite the surprise attack on the leader of the Demonic Cult, as the political affairs unfolded to the union and the hope of heaven.

In Murim, this great blood apocalypse was referred to as the death of a thousand bloods, and they were shunned and feared.

Fearing the whereabouts of the missing Heavenly Demon, they locked the doors of each clan.

Wei (位), the twelfth leader of the Heavenly Demon Goddess (天魔神敎), Cheon Woo-jin, the Suramaje (修羅魔帝).

That’s when he disappeared from Moorim.

The eldest son of the Bernstein family, Karl von Bernstein, woke up.