Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

54 – Regret, Exhaustion, Awakening (2)

“What a stupid god.”

My honest impression made the guide shrug her shoulders with a pleasant smile on his face.

“And a god who loves people.”

… Certainly, that was hard to deny.

That’s true, too, because in the play, Jeseokcheon fought monsters several times, leading his injured body to protect people.

The story itself was simple.

Once upon a time, it is said that a huge evil dragon who was jealous of people occupied lakes and hot springs and spewed out poison to create swamps.

Livestock died in the poisonous fog and the water dried up, so people who couldn’t survive prayed to Sasseokcheon to save them.

Sasseokcheon descends from the sky in response to the prayers of a small village that no one cares about.

However, he quickly got rid of the evil dragon, saved people, and came down from the sky in a hurry to take a bath naked with women in a hot spring.

Anyway, Jeseokcheon manages to defeat all the monsters threatening the village and finally succeeds in defeating even the huge evil dragon.

Although the character of Jeseokcheon, who can be said to be the main character of the story, was peculiar, it was a fairly decent heroic myth with lessons and fun overall.

“How are you? Isn’t it a good play worth the guide fee?”

Beneath the stage where the thunderous applause of the crowd resounds. The guide asked us about our impressions of the play with a broad smile on his face.

Soso, who had been watching the play quietly on tiptoe up until now, his eyes twinkling, nodded his head with a moved face.

It seems like you like this kind of story of a knight and a hero.

“Yes! What a thrill! Even if you fall down – even if you fall down – Jeseokcheon who stands up for the people is literally seven battles. He was what he was. Especially when fighting an evil dragon… Ah.”

Could it be that my childish side was exposed? Soso blushed and was embarrassed, then cleared his throat and returned to his usual calm face.

“So… Yes, it was a very good play.”

She is usually a strong and cold martial artist who wields the sword of an emperor, but in reality she is a pretty cross-dressing woman, older sister who likes Kamen Rider special effects.

How can I say it? It makes you smile when you look at a cute creature.

I feel that just being able to see this is worth participating in the festival.

With this thought in mind, let’s quietly look at Soso’s profile as she watches the play again with her face blushing slightly.

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Suddenly dark clouds formed in the blue sky, and raindrops began to fall one or two drops at a time.

“Pray for the festival honoring the achievements of Emperor Jeseokcheon… It seems thousands of people are jealous.”

Soso and I tilted our heads at the guide’s sudden remark.

“… Thousands?”

“He is the god who governs water, sky and justice. I couldn’t become the head of the Twelve Thousand because I was pushed by SaSeok Cheon.”

I look up at the sky where the dark clouds are hanging and the rain is falling incessantly.

“Even so, it rains during the festival. He is a god without style.”

“Whoa~ That’s because the twelve thousand gods aren’t perfect. They have feelings, likes and dislikes, and have strengths and weaknesses.”

The guide muttered quietly as he looked at the actor pretending to be lame on the stage, to be exact, at Sasseokcheon, who was being played by the actor.

“… That’s why sometimes they fall from the sky.”

***

Since the rain was getting stronger, we couldn’t watch the festival any more, so we had to return to the inn.

It’s out of the blue, but I’ve heard this before.

A pretty person is said to be pretty even when it rains and snows. That seems to be correct.

While waiting for the bath water to be prepared in the room, I blankly stare at Soso sitting across from the first floor of the inn.

The wet hair was beautifully shiny, and the water-soaked clothes clung to the body, revealing its outline.

… I don’t see it because I want to see it, but I naturally look at it.

I had no choice but to stand up, give Jeom Soi a tip, and get a soft blanket to put on So So’s shoulders.

“Namgoong-hyung, you will catch a cold. Warm yourself up with it.”

“Ah… thank you But what about Sima Gongja?”

“I am fine because I am naturally healthy. Never mind.”

In the first place, Murim people say that she doesn’t catch colds well, and she has learned the hearty method of cooking rice soup called the “Free-spirited mind” Method.

“… You can’t do that.”

Suddenly Soso got up from his seat and came next to me. I gently wrapped my head in the blanket I was wearing.

I can feel the touch of my thin, pretty fingers pressing my scalp through the blanket.

“It is a law that you should not neglect your health because it is cumbersome and annoying.”

You can feel the fragrant body odor of Soso in the lightly damp blanket with a soft tone. Pleasant sensations cover your head.

Unfortunately, however, this time did not last long.

Perhaps thinking that she acted too innocently, Soso blushed slightly and hurriedly removed her finger.

“That… I am so sorry.”

I feel sorry for Soso, but her normally expressionless face is stained with shame, and she wants to tease her.

“If you’re sorry, please stand still for a moment.”

I stood up from my seat and approached Soso, who took a step back. I put a blanket on my wet head that tilts my head, not understanding the situation.

Soso’s turn is over. Now it’s my turn.

Gently, carefully, cautiously, she moves her hand and pats her rain-soaked gray hair.

“I was curious before. Why is her hair so pretty?”

“That… When I was little, my mother praised me for being pretty… That, more than that, everyone else is looking at it. Please let go, Sima Gongja.”

I wanted to tease her more like this, but it was time for the bath water to be ready, so I let it go.

Soso has a lot of yin in his body. If you stay wet like this, you’ll catch a cold.

“Let’s pretend we don’t feel sorry for each other with this.”

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Soso looked up at the mischievous yet kind man in front of her, feeling her heart beating fast, whether it was because of embarrassment or for some other reason.

He was a truly unique man who possessed both the smirk of a hanryang who made fun of women and the boldness of a gentleman who risked his life for others.

***

The situation of the Song Dynasty, which ruled the central plains in the past, was so serious that it was a total crisis.

The Emperor was captured by the barbarians of the Jin Dynasty.

“Woohyo~ They caught the emperor of Song Dynasty!!”

The relationship with Goryeo, ruled by the Wang family, a dragon descended from the West Sea Dragon King, also deteriorated.

“Song Nara, when Liao invaded, they didn’t help, they even arranged treats (tribute moderately and take away 10 times the bounty), are we really allies?”

In addition, the northern cavalry tribes also secretly formed a group and invaded the territory of the Song Dynasty.

“Hey- Take care of the rookie, it’s a predatory angle.”

Under these circumstances, not having a child between the new emperor and empress was a minor issue from a national point of view, but not to the empress.

With the mindset of paying the three-year funeral, the empress prayed with all her heart to heaven every day to give birth to a great heir and overcome the difficulties.

“I want to have a cute baby, and I want to end the chaos~ You are a greedy person.”

Impressed by the efforts of the empress, Brahma came down from heaven to grant her wish.

And in response to the empress’ wish for a baby who can end the chaotic turmoil, Brahma makes a very surprising proposal.

That was to conceive the child of God.

Since it was a matter she could not decide on her own, the empress informed the emperor of this fact, and the emperor talked with Brahma face to face.

It is unknown what kind of transaction was made between the emperor and Brahma at this time.

As a result, the emperor accepted Brahmcheon’s proposal, and Brahm-cheon was the strongest martial god in the heaven world who would impregnate the empress.

God of Thunder, Zeshi Heaven. Ilcheon, the sun god. Calling Hwacheon, the incarnation, to the earth.

“Guys, I decided to grant your wish. So look at my face and make me a baby with the empress.”

Although the best elder in the world summoned him, Sasseokcheon expressed his disapproval at the truly ridiculous request.

“No, I’m not a city janitor, I’m a famous law guard. Does it make sense to sleep with a woman who has a lover in her heart? And personally, non-virgins are a bit….”

Jeseokcheon, who liked harem but also pure love, hated touching other people’s spouses and liked chaste women, so he went up to heaven again as if it was not worth considering.

“Honorable Brahma, I am the sun that illuminates all things. It is not possible to shine a light only on certain countries and individuals. That’s not fair.”

Ilchun also shook his head and politely declined his offer and went up to the sky.

I called three. Let’s not have only one person left in an instant. Brahmcheon asked Hwacheon with a trembling voice.

“Hwa, Hwacheon, are you going to make a baby?”

And at Brahmcheon’s uneasy question, Hwacheon nodded enthusiastically and agreed.

“Let’s make something small.”

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This was the end of the turbulent world by burning down the Jin Dynasty, Mongolia, and eventually even the Song Dynasty, establishing a new country and becoming the owner of the Central Plains.

This is the founding myth of the Dynasty of the Fire Dynasty and the State of Lantern (燈).

Anyway, the important thing here is that the Fahrenheit royal family burns books with numerous Chinese characters every year, and combines protruding letters and remaining unburned letters into sentences to predict auspicious fortunes.

… And the day when a pretty little girl was born in the Namgung family.

The Chinese characters protruding from the furnace are combined into Nam, Palace, Woman, Ah, Wei, and Wang-

Namgung Yeawiwang (南宮女兒爲王) – A girl from Namgung becomes the king.

-It was a truly frightening prophecy for both Mr. Hwa and Mr. Namgung.

***

Soso woke up from a nap and got up from the bath.

As a result, the water that formed on the collarbone flows down from the small but surely inflated tender breasts along the narrow waist.

That figure was not that of a minor, no matter where you looked.

A pitiful girl who became a man simply because of an ominous prophecy is reflected in the bath water.