Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

44 – The one who inherits wolf blood (9)

“Hey, is Sambung still alive?”

“… Don’t call it a tripod. It’s stupid.”

At Muk-gang’s calm question, the Samase family’s servants, escorts, salsu, and Jang Sam-bung shook off the dirt and pieces of meat from their bodies and stood up.

It wasn’t that he was knocked down by the enemy. I bowed down to live.

… Yes, that handsome esoteric guardian. In order not to die from being caught in a huge typhoon named Mukang, the King of Fudo Myung, he crouched flat like a bug.

Turn your head and look around. I see the corpses of demonic cult bastards who, unlike me, were swept away in a natural disaster scattered all over the place.

It’s been a while, but I know because I’ve been attached. They were never weak. Skills, experience, connections, everything was excellent. It was an ideal watering to see the same watering.

I gently turn my eyes and look at the river that has become a wasteland in the herbivore that Mukgang spread.

… However, the Mukgang was overwhelmingly strong.

Observe with alert eyes Muk-gang, who shakes off the dust with a top that he had taken off without a single scratch on his body among the piles of corpses.

I knew that the Guardian of the Esoteric Buddhism was strong, but I didn’t expect it to be this strong. I want to throw an iron ball at Muk-gang right now-

“Hee, hee- monster! Get out of our town right now!!”

– I wanted to shout, but if I did that, I could have been beaten and my head exploded, so I quietly swallowed my heart and brought up another topic.

“You are so strong, why did you tell the young master to run away?”

“They were halfway strong, so I didn’t have the confidence to control my strength so that my brother and sister wouldn’t get hurt. And… “

Mukgang calmly answered Jangsam’s question with his signature light smile on his face.

“I told you to go. I didn’t ask you to run away.”

A sigh comes out at the unexpected pun. I massage the back of my neck and look in the direction of the warehouse where the explosion occurred.

“… As you can see, that side seems to be over. Would he have lived? Maybe dead?”

“Isn’t he a genius who deceives even the sky? Of course I would have won.”

Jang-sam burst into laughter at Muk-gang’s nonchalant tone, which seemed to be teasing or praising.

Jinsa Daecheonmyeong (盡人事待天命). In other words, Mosajaein (謀事在人) Seongsajaecheon (成事在天).

It is the people who decorate the work, but the sky determines the success or failure of the work.

In the end, the important thing is the sky. Heaven decides human destiny.

… But what if the one who deceives even the sky appears?

I can’t stop laughing because it’s ridiculous. In the first place, the name deceives the sky, isn’t it Mancheon (瞞天)?

Reminds me of my best friend, brazen and arrogant young owner.

That person is the kind of person who, even if Heaven rolls a dice and makes one come up, will calmly change it into a six by cheating. Nature is a gambler.

Man-cheon, the one who deceives the sky that determines victory or defeat, and achieves victory without fail.

… Perhaps it is a name as blasphemous as the Heavenly Demon, the greatest horse of all times and modern times, whom the Demonic Cultists who have fallen here revere.

Jangsam thought so as he looked at the darkening sky as it began to rain.

Even if you think about it yourself, it was a ridiculous delusion.

***

Confined to the room and lying on the bed, he thinks about the circumstances surrounding the incident that he heard from Jang Sam-yi.

My eyebrows naturally frown. I don’t understand.

A group of thieves who aimed for property systematically attacked the Sima family. With the help of escort troops and knights passing by, they were able to drive out the thieves.

… Do you really think you can understand this nonsense?

‘Cheonma Shinkyo’s Black Slaughter Team’s first-class killer, shadow sword.’

I recall the faces of the enemies who risked their lives fighting each other. He was a scumbag, but he showed a strange fanaticism and pride in the organization he belonged to.

Moreover, it was too strong to be a rogue.

A genius who deceives even the heavens who proudly put his name on the nameplate of Fudo Myungwang, the guy who drove Sima Mancheon to the point of death at any moment can’t be a thief.

My pride won’t allow that. And in the first place, he revealed that he belonged to the Heavenly Demonic Church. It won’t be a thief.

You don’t have to take the enemy’s word for granted, but it didn’t feel like lying.

Stare blankly at the ceiling. It’s a familiar ceiling, but for some reason it feels strange today.

… I’ve felt it for a long time, but there is something secret in our house.

I don’t know about my mother, older brother, or other servants, but my father and Jangsam are definitely hiding something. I don’t know why, but I’m keeping it a secret.

Even I, who don’t know much about Murim, know the Heavenly Demon.

He is like a demon king who never falls into martial arts. He is a very versatile guy who cooks, grows flowers, hunts, takes care of children, broadcasts, teaches, and even goes to space.

You can almost call him the Da Vinci of the Moorim world.

If the Murimmaeng had not stubbornly rejected the Heavenly Demon, the Industrial Revolution might have occurred.

Anyway, a great organization led by such a competent Heavenly Demon led an attack against a well-to-do family in a rural village with troops. And lost

It may not have brought all the forces, but I lost anyway. I was defeated by the villager Yuji.

This is a story as absurd as the story of a great wizard who terrified the magical world and stormed into an integrated elementary, middle, and high school academy and even got his soul stolen.

… My head is complicated. I’m just tired because I can’t find an answer even after thinking about it.

If I absolutely have to rest, I can’t go outside, and no one comes to visit me except when I’m feeding. No means of obtaining information

The word recuperation is confinement. What can I say, I feel a little left out.

Although I am a reincarnated person with memories of my previous life, I still thought of myself as a member of the Sama family, a family member.

I didn’t expect to be bullied without sharing secrets like this. It’s almost like selling a KakaoTalk room separately.

… Well, if you think positively, you must have hidden it because you had a reason to hide it. I bet he really outlawed a cute kid who wouldn’t hurt even if he put it in his eyes.

There must be some circumstances that I don’t know about. If you catch me later and talk to my father, this is a problem that you will naturally understand.

In the first place, everyone has at least one or two secrets.

I have kept the fact that I am a reincarnated person and learned martial arts a secret from my parents until now.

I didn’t hide it thoroughly, but I didn’t reveal it properly either. I didn’t want to give the confusing information that I was reincarnated.

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… I didn’t reveal it because I didn’t want to be seen as an unidentified strange being or a stranger.

It must have been stuck in the room for too long, bored with nothing to play. In order to blow away the depressed mood, I get up from bed, take a posture, and practice martial arts.

Reminds me of the heavy-handed exercise of power that I exerted when I fought against the demonic cult. In order to revive the sense of that time, he deliberately falls down and punches.

Recalling the senses, recreating the situation, and greedily coveting new martial arts. Erase your thoughts.

“Hey… Grin your teeth, Demonic Cult, my Myungwang will be a bit sick.”

“… What are you doing?”

While I was playing and practicing martial arts alone, I heard a calm voice and my body went back on its own. A cool night breeze blows through the half-open window.

“Uncle Mukgang! I thought you were alive~ sh*t!!”

“Don’t call me uncle.”

Even though Mukgang passed the risk of dying, he said calmly with a bitter smile towards the noisy young investigator.

***

“Pluto is a seal.”

“Yes? Why?”

Let me question you about not using the new technology you have acquired. Muk-gang answered my question with a more serious face than usual.

“It is a martial art that cannot be properly handled at your current level. If you want to write, eat a lot and exercise a lot. You can also learn a thousand roots.”

Mukgang looked down at Mancheon’s right leg and scolded him in a stern tone.

“When it comes to winning, wishing for luck twice is suicidal.”

I nodded my head obediently because it wasn’t that I had to confiscate my martial arts or not use it for the rest of my life.

“Okay. Anything else you want to say?”

“There is nothing special about that. Be well then.”

“Your uncle too.”

Uncharacteristically for Muk-gang’s calm farewell, Man-cheon accepted the breakup calmly.

I didn’t want to hold on to the ankles of my teacher who had come all this way to say goodbye.

‘… Have I grown a little?’

With that thought in mind, I hand over the cloth cloth that I had prepared just in case.

“It’s a good parting gift, but take one out and eat it when you’re bored.”

Originally, he had no particular intention of receiving it, but after checking the contents, Muk-gang smiled lightly and put the wrapping cloth in his arms. The contents of the wrapping cloth were bundles of beef jerky.

“Thank you. Don’t eat well.”

Leaving only those words behind, he turns around and moves forward silently. Don’t stay in one place for long

Kill monsters, protect people.

That is the role and responsibility of Mukang, the guardian of esoteric Buddhism.