Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 635

“There are so many idiots in the world.”

Guo Liqin whistled as he got on the elevator.

“As if they’re the only ones who are clean.”

A sneer formed on his lips.

He quite liked these types. Not that he liked them as people, but he enjoyed the situations that arose when he met them.

He found pleasure in watching those who were helpless against an enormous and overwhelming evil, those who acted like ‘righteous people desperately suppressing their conscience in the face of great power,’ their faces contorted in discomfort.

Righteous people, huh….

What a load of crap.

Maybe that manager is a pretty good person. Loyal to his family, kind to those around him, and doing good deeds for everyone.

But that ‘goodness’ is ultimately just a matter of choice, only exercised when it doesn’t cause him any significant harm.

“That’s just how people are, I guess.”

After seeing all sorts of things in this world, Guo Liqin had given up on his expectations of humanity.

The theory of innate goodness?

If Mencius [a famous Chinese philosopher] spent just a week with him, he’d throw his own theory in the trash.

Humans are evil.

You can see it in the way a child mindlessly catches a bug, tears off its wings, and plays with it. Humans inherently lack respect for other beings.

So why does society still function? Because humans are evil. The system of the state.

The organization of society.

And the rules of law.

All of these were created to control and force humans. A powerless evil person can only fear a powerful evil person. They know how much damage they could suffer if a powerful evil person targeted them.

That’s why they disguise themselves as good people and look for ways to suppress the powerful evil ones. That’s how humanity has developed.

But not here.

In the dark alleys.

In a world beyond human laws and norms, you could feel the raw evil of humanity in its purest form.

Sometimes, Guo Liqin had a thought.

He wanted to show this to movie directors. If they experienced the evil he saw for just a few days, movies with such pathetic villains would disappear.

Well, then again.

Even then, movies wouldn’t change. Because humans feel nauseous when they see an evil they can’t handle.

The reason why the protagonists in Western slasher movies with blonde women are all so incredibly stupid is to give the audience the comfort of thinking, ‘If I were in that situation, I wouldn’t do that, so I could escape even if I were in that situation.’

People feel uncomfortable when they see a movie where the protagonist is truly helpless.

“Uncomfortable is a good thing.”

Those who actually experience it won’t just feel uncomfortable.

Like that woman upstairs, who has no idea what’s about to happen to her today.

That’s why he can’t be called a righteous person.

Today, the manager had a chance to prevent the misfortune that would befall that woman. No matter what Guo Liqin said, if he had just shouted and called the police, Guo Liqin would have quietly backed down. He had no intention of causing trouble.

The manager probably knew that too. The fact that he met him and handed over the card meant that he wanted to handle this quietly.

Yet, he didn’t refuse.

Why?

Because he was afraid of the harm that would come to him.

So, let’s think about it.

Is someone who ignores the misfortune of others because they fear the harm that might come to them a righteous person or an evil person?

Guo Liqin knew the answer.

The answer is a petty bourgeois [a person of the middle class].

It’s not good to have too high expectations of humans. There aren’t many people who can endure harm for the sake of others. In the end, that’s what humans are.

That’s enough.

To live in the visible world, that is.

But to live in the hidden world, you can’t have that kind of mindset. This world was too dirty and vile to live with such a soft way of thinking. To succeed in this world, you must not see humans as humans.

In that sense, Guo Liqin had the qualities to succeed in this world.

He didn’t care if others suffered misfortune because of him. Even if that misfortune was more miserable than death. And he had no qualms about using the power of the organization to achieve his goals.

The card he showed the manager was a card used by the police when they were on secret missions. Those who worked in lodging or entertainment knew how to react when they saw that card.

Of course, Guo Liqin wasn’t a police officer. But it wasn’t exactly wrong either. The real reason that police card was created was for the organizations in the underworld to handle things more easily.

It meant that even the police couldn’t escape their influence.

Ding.

The elevator stopped.

“The problem is that I think too much when I start working.”

Guo Liqin clicked his tongue and stepped out of the elevator.

Even though the hotel hallway was air-conditioned, it felt a little stuffy. Guo Liqin shook his head and looked around. The guest rooms, that is.

“I don’t even need to look for it.”

In front of one of the rooms, a man in a black suit was standing guard. His posture was quite imposing, standing straight with an earpiece.

But to Guo Liqin, he was just a sign that made his job easier.

Guo Liqin walked towards the guard with a swagger.

“What’s up?”

Choi Seong-jong narrowed his eyes and looked at the person approaching him.

This was a hotel.

And Choi Yeon-ha wasn’t the only one staying on this floor. The best rooms the hotel could offer. So-called suites, but there were many rich people in China, and the suites were already full.

So, it wasn’t strange for other people to be walking around here. Their job wasn’t to control the hallway, but to prevent anyone from entering the room.

Still, the reason Choi Seong-jong couldn’t take his eyes off the approaching person was because of his attire and demeanor.

‘Is he Korean?’

It’s hard to distinguish Koreans from Chinese just by their appearance. Yet, the reason he wondered if that person was Korean was because of his very typical attire and style.

White pants and shiny shoes, a floral Hawaiian shirt over a white t-shirt. His slightly long hair was permed and swept back, and he was wearing sunglasses in a stylish way.

In other words, to put it simply….

‘He looks like a Korean neighborhood thug…’

He was dressed like a gangster. If a movie director told an actor to dress like a neighborhood thug rather than a mobster, they would all dress like that.

His attire alone gave off a prejudice, and when combined with his swaggering gait, there was no room for doubt.

‘He’s not trying to pick a fight, is he?’

People dressed like that usually want to show off their strength to those around them. Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn’t try to pick a fight with them, but those types don’t think like that. They think that picking a fight and standing up to someone, even if they get beaten up, is the way to prove their manliness.

‘Please don’t pick a fight.’

He wanted to get through this quietly.

Choi Seong-jong wasn’t usually the type to tolerate the provocations of such thugs, but he was on duty right now, and their client was very picky.

He didn’t want to make a loud noise in front of the door and receive that sharp gaze.

Choi Seong-jong held his breath slightly. If he didn’t make eye contact, he might get through this without any trouble.

But that’s not how things work in the world.

Good premonitions often go wrong, but bad premonitions never do.

The thug, who had been walking with a slouch, stopped in front of them. Then, he slightly pushed up his sunglasses with one hand.

“Just checking, just in case…”

Without saying anything, Choi Seong-jong took out his phone and turned on the translator. Then, he typed ‘I am not Chinese’ and showed the translated text to the man in front of him.

There was no way to know if it was translated correctly. He just had to trust in the advancement of technology. It was a global company, so the translation would be global too, right?

The thug, seeing the text on the phone, smirked and took out his own phone. He typed something and showed it to Choi Seong-jong. The phone displayed the following Korean text:

You son of a bitch.

Choi Seong-jong’s mind went blank for a moment.

‘Is this an insult?’

No, it doesn’t seem like an insult?

Usually, no one would use those words as an insult. So, that means….

At that moment, Choi Seong-jong’s face contorted.

This is a translator.

No matter how harsh the insult you input, the translation itself comes out very mild. Even if you write an insult in Korean that you can’t even bring yourself to say, the translation that the other person receives is just a childish taunt.

Conversely, it was clear that this guy had written an incredibly harsh insult on his phone.

Putting everything else aside, does it make sense that only ‘you son of a bitch’ is displayed after translating those long Chinese characters?

“Did this bastard drink too much? Why are you picking a figh…”

At that moment, the thug, or rather, Guo Liqin, reached out and covered Choi Seong-jong’s mouth.

“Shhh.”

Guo Liqin pulled Choi Seong-jong’s mouth towards him.

“Quiet, quiet. The person inside might get startled. Isn’t your job to make that woman comfortable? So, let’s be quiet.”

Of course, Choi Seong-jong couldn’t understand what he was saying.

Finding a guard who could speak Chinese was too difficult, and in the end, all the people who came here to guard didn’t understand Chinese.

But Choi Seong-jong could understand one thing.

Looking at those gleaming eyes, there was no way he couldn’t tell. This guy was crazy.

And one more thing.

The force tightening his jaw wasn’t human. He didn’t know if he was on drugs or what, but this guy was really dangerous.

Enduring the pain that felt like his jaw was about to break, Choi Seong-jong reached into his pocket. He was going to take out the gas gun he was carrying.

“I don’t like people who are too obedient.”

Guo Liqin grabbed Choi Seong-jong’s arm as it went into his pocket.

Crack.

The sound of bones breaking.

“Ughhh.”

A scream burst out from the terrible pain, but the scream couldn’t escape Choi Seong-jong’s mouth.

“But I also like people who aren’t obedient. You know why? Because obedient people make things easy, but disobedient people make things fun. So, let’s see what I find fun from now on. How about it?”

Guo Liqin chuckled as he slowly pushed Choi Seong-jong down.

His eyes began to gleam with madness.

“If you want to blame someone, blame that goody-two-shoes. I’m just doing what I’m told.”

Guo Liqin, who had literally crushed Choi Seong-jong, reached into his pocket and took out the key card.

“Here.”

Before opening the door, Guo Liqin swept his hair back.

“If you’re going to meet a beauty, you have to get ready, right?”

Guo Liqin finished fixing his hair and held the key card to the door.