The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 184

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 184

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully 184

Elixir Crafting (5)

“Haaaaa…”

A long sigh echoed.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”

Another long sigh, heavy enough to seemingly sink the ground, was heard again.

The sigh, which seemed too profound for such a small frame, struck the eardrums of those seated.

“Why are you sighing so much? I’m so excited and thrilled!”

“My situation is so pathetic. I’ve been forcibly dragged to a place like this, so I can’t help but sigh.”

Inside the truck heading to the Demonic Cult.

Shua-nel, sitting on the rattling chair, freely voiced her complaints, relieved that there were no meteor showers.

Hetrise, entrusted with the important task of robbing the Demonic Cult’s treasury, took care of her from the side.

“I should be sitting on a comfortable chair, clicking away at a keyboard right now, but instead, I’m sitting in a truck with absolutely no ride comfort, so my butt hurts.”

“Then, would you like to sit on my lap? It seems better than this hard floor.”

“Hmph.”

Shua-nel snorted but moved to Hetrise’s lap anyway.

It seemed she preferred Hetrise’s thigh to the hard chair.

Choi A-yeon, watching the scene, wondered if this combination was really a good idea.

It seemed like nothing but trouble would come of it.

‘So, I guess I have to step up and do well, after all?’

‘Ha, I want to quit.’

‘No… but where else would I get this kind of experience?’

‘No, I still want to quit…’

‘I should have rested and changed jobs…’

Various thoughts swirled in Choi A-yeon’s head, but she soon stopped thinking.

No matter how long she pondered, it didn’t seem like she could reach a satisfying conclusion.

When the truck stopped, she lifted the tarp at the back and got out first.

What came into view was a large gate located deep in the mountains.

The massive gate, dyed a menacing red, was so majestic that it could easily crush the spirit of anyone approaching.

Shua-nel, who got out of the truck following Choi A-yeon, muttered with a displeased face.

“A gate that’s not ready to welcome guests. It should be wide open, but it’s tightly closed and has some kind of magical… no, shamanistic [referring to Korean shamanism] thing on it.”

“I hope you’re not too upset, as it’s for defense against enemy attacks.”

At the same time as Shua-nel’s muttering, a voice was heard from the side.

Choi A-yeon and Shua-nel turned their heads simultaneously at the sudden voice.

There was a man wearing a red robe.

Heuk Seon-mu.

He was the man they had seen in the Abyss of Northern Europe before, the one who had claimed to be the Heavenly Demon. His true identity was the Moonju [a high-ranking leader] of the Black Heaven Dragon and one of the protectors who assisted the Cult Leader.

Black-clad men gathered behind him and bowed slightly to Choi A-yeon’s group.

“I greet the Cult Leader’s guests. I will guide you. Please follow me.”

***

Perhaps noticing those following on bikes in the back, the truck also began to speed up.

The outlaws of the wasteland would rob this truck clean, regardless of what kind of truck it was.

The truck rattled violently, and the people in the cargo hold trembled, grabbing whatever they could.

The sound of the outlaws’ bike engines grew louder and louder, and so did the anxiety.

“I didn’t want to stand out, but things have been messed up from the start.”

“Oppa [term used by younger women to address older brothers or male friends], should I do it?”

“Are you doing this on purpose? Just sit still.”

Yoo Seong-woo finished the conversation in a small voice, stretched his body out of the truck, and picked up a stone from the roadside.

Then, he stood up and threw it lightly.

However, even though it seemed like he threw it lightly, the result was anything but.

The stone, which flew quickly with a whoosh, burst the front wheel of the bike running at the very front, and then bounced off in another direction, destroying several more bikes.

In an instant, the outlaws’ bikes turned into scrap metal and tangled together, causing a huge explosion.

However, that alone could not kill them all.

Whether they were awakened ones or not, some abandoned their bikes and used the force of the explosion to propel themselves towards the truck.

“Kiyaaaaaa-!!”

“I’m going to kill you-!!”

Yoo Seong-woo frowned at the flying outlaws and flicked his fingers a few times.

The small clumps of aura that flew from his fingertips struck the men’s jaws, knocking them unconscious.

As those who were flying fell and rolled on the floor, those who were chasing the truck with their own two legs from behind looked at Yoo Seong-woo strangely.

Then, they shouted.

“A, a master!”

“Why is such a master on a smuggling truck going to the Cheonmaeng Fortress [Thousand League Fortress]!”

“If you know, get lost.”

The outlaws, realizing that they were no match, frowned and retreated.

After confirming that the outlaws had retreated, Yoo Seong-woo sat back down and sighed deeply.

“Things are getting messed up from the start…”

And, not long after, they arrived at the Cheonmaeng Fortress.

The height of the massive fortress, built with the power of the awakened, was dozens of meters.

The thickness was also enormous, making it a strong fortress that could not be easily penetrated.

The military truck carrying people passed through a small gate in the fortress.

Whether the driver had greased the gatekeeper’s palm or not, they passed through without even checking the cargo hold.

Not long after arriving inside the Cheonmaeng Fortress, the truck stopped, and the driver thumped on the cargo hold from the front.

It was the signal to get off.

People got off one by one and scattered like ghosts.

As Yoo Seong-woo and Yoo-wol got off the truck last, the truck quickly departed and disappeared into the alley.

“Hmm.”

“Then, what should we do first? Oppa.”

“Don’t call me Oppa, Oppa, every time. It’s obvious you’re doing it on purpose.”

“Okay.”

Yoo Seong-woo and Yoo-wol also disappeared into the back alleys of the Cheonmaeng Fortress.

They boarded the truck in the morning, and before they knew it, it was evening and getting dark.

Because the walls were high, the streets would soon be completely dark.

Because it was the outermost area of the Cheonmaeng Fortress, the Hae (Sea) District, not a single street lamp was lit even as the light gradually faded.

The street lamps embedded everywhere only looked like decorations.

Only the neon signs of the shops on the street provided any light.

“As you may have noticed, there’s a Ronin Biao Master system in the Cheonmaeng Fortress. We can use this to get into the inner districts.”

Yoo Seong-woo had no intention of revealing his name and operating flamboyantly in the Cheonmaeng Fortress.

His goal was to destroy the Cheonmaeng Fortress from the inside.

It would be good to wage an all-out war, but the risk was too great.

“It’s said to be a kind of problem-solving system. If you solve requests and raise your rank, you’ll be invited by the Murim Alliance [Martial Arts Alliance, a common organization in martial arts stories]…”

“Hmm, make money and deal with the darkness of the city. It’ll be a meaningful thing to do.”

Yoo Seong-woo moved his steps to the brokerage, the Biao Bureau [Security Bureau], which he had found out in advance.

The Biao Bureau that appeared in martial arts novels was a place that did transportation or security work.

However, the Biao Bureau, which had changed in modern times, was in the form of a mercenary dispatch office that mediated jobs.

“It’s around here…”

After following the map he had roughly put in his head, he arrived at a shabby bar.

It was a shabby bar with the Chinese characters ‘Haeun Biao Bureau (海雲鏢局)’ [Sea Cloud Security Bureau] written on it, without a proper sign.

Whether they were running a bar and a Biao Bureau together, there was a boisterous noise coming from inside.

When they opened the door and entered, the gazes briefly lingered on them before receding.

It was not a day or two that new ronin appeared in the Biao Bureau, so they didn’t pay much attention.

It was common for guys who started freelance mercenary work ambitiously to die.

Yoo Seong-woo went to the empty counter seat and spoke to the bartender shaking a shaker.

“I want to get a job.”

“Transportation? Security?”

“A contract would be good.”

“We don’t entrust contract work to newcomers. There are many guys to kill, but if we send the wrong person, we’ll get backlash.”

It seemed that contract work was only given to those whose skills were recognized.

Since it was a fact he knew in advance, Yoo Seong-woo nodded appropriately.

“Then, transportation.”

“It’s a simple job. Deliver this item to 22-5, 502 Hae District, and get a delivery certificate.”

The bartender said so and took out a sealed small box from under the counter and handed it over.

“What if I run away with the box?”

“Then, a new job will be added to your name.”

“I see.”

As Yoo Seong-woo and Yoo-wol got up from their seats, the bartender said.

“I’ll hear your names when you get back. And be careful. The security is especially bad near District 22.”

Yoo Seong-woo nodded roughly at the bartender’s rough but worried words and left the bar.

“Do you remember where District 22 is?”

“I have the overall map of the Hae District in my head. Just follow me, Oppa.”

“…I told you not to do that.”

As he clicked his tongue, Yoo-wol smiled slightly and stepped into the dark night streets.

Yoo Seong-woo followed her and drew the sword he had stuck in his waist.

It was a normal iron sword, not a life-saving one, for the first time in a while.

***

“Hyungnim [term used by younger men to address older brothers or male friends]! I will serve you as Hyungnim!”

“Hyungnim! No, Moonju-nim!”

Numerous men knelt before Baek Woo-hyun.

Choi A-yeon, who headed to the Demonic Cult, and Yoo Seong-woo, who headed to the Cheonmaeng Fortress.

And Baek Woo-hyun, who headed to the domain of the Evil Sect, began to attack from the outskirts.

He decided to increase his power by dealing with the thugs, no different from gangster groups, called the Black Road.

To those guys, power was everything.

Baek Woo-hyun faced them head-on and defeated them with his skills.

Baek Woo-hyun, who became the leader of the Black Road in the outer region in an instant, looked at the men kneeling before him.

Because there was an overwhelming difference in skill, he knocked them all down by breaking one of their arms or legs.

Baek Woo-hyun, who had annihilated the Black Bird Gate (黑鳥門) [Heuk Jo Mun], in that way, sat on the chair with a serious expression and sweated coldly.

‘What should I do about this?’

He had started it, but he had no idea how to clean up the mess.

When he turned around and glanced at Batori, she gave him a sly smile and a look that said, ‘Do it yourself.’

‘…What would Master do in this situation?’

Baek Woo-hyun closed his eyes for a moment and pondered, then decided what to do.

If you’re a man, go straight.

There was also an order given by Yoo Seong-woo, so he would just have to complete it.

Baek Woo-hyun got up from his seat and picked up his sword.

Then, lightning and thunder raged around him and spread in all directions.

The Black Road members of the Black Bird Gate, who saw the scene, screamed in surprise.

“Lightning, it’s the lightning of the Thunder God!”

“Thunder Sword, it’s the Thunder Sword!”

They showed a huge reaction even to a small performance.

It was a power that could not be seen in these outskirt areas, and it was happening because Baek Woo-hyun’s skills were enormous.

Baek Woo-hyun dropped a streak of lightning between them and said in an arrogant voice.

Since he had already started it.

“From now on, we will be called the Thunder Sword Gate (雷劍門) [Rae Geom Mun], not the Black Bird Gate. And the Thunder Sword Gate will not stop here.”

“Th, then?”

“My goal is to be the best in the Evil Sect. From now on, I’m going to gather the nearby Black Roads!”

There’s no choice but to go all the way.