Descent Of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 782

“Hey, Ju. You’ve become a real worker now, huh?”

Ju Gang’s face contorted.

‘Should I kill him?’

It was something that should never happen. He shouldn’t even think about it. If he caused an incident here, what would happen? Gloriously, the Demon Lord himself would descend and tear his limbs to shreds.

‘Hoo, let’s calm down.’

It wasn’t the fault of those who were teasing him. They were just showing their camaraderie. They had been working together for quite a while, so they were just being friendly.

Nevertheless, the reason he was so angry was that Ju Gang was full of discontent right now.

“Damn it.”

Ju Gang roughly dropped the cement bag he was carrying on his back.

Thud!

The heavy cement fell to the ground, scattering dust everywhere.

“Hey, that bag’s gonna burst. Be careful.”

“Damn it, if it bursts, it bursts!”

Wang Lung clicked his tongue at the unexpectedly harsh reaction and approached Ju Gang.

“What’s got you so upset?”

“Does it look like I’m not upset? Did we come to Korea to do manual labor?”

“We’re building a place for us to live.”

“A home?”

Ju Gang scoffed.

“There are homes in China too. I didn’t come all the way to Korea to live in a nice house.”

“Well, that’s true, but…”

Ju Gang went to a corner and slumped down on the ground.

“Damn it, how many days has it been?”

It wasn’t that he was dissatisfied with being mobilized for construction. He hadn’t come to Korea to just loaf around either. He could do even harder work than construction.

What annoyed him was that this labor didn’t help him get stronger in the slightest. He wanted to receive the Demonic Art as soon as possible and become stronger, but he was spending his precious time doing this manual labor, which made him feel extremely deprived.

“What on earth is the Demon Lord thinking?”

“He must have his reasons. From the start, the Demon Lord wasn’t planning to bring us to Korea. So many people came over, and he’s managing it all and even building us homes. Don’t you know how amazing that is?”

Of course, he knew.

The Demon Lord’s martial arts were beyond words. He was incredibly strong. Now, no one in the Demonic Cult dared to doubt the Demon Lord’s Demonic Art.

Because they had seen it with their own eyes.

They had clearly seen with their own eyes the Demon Lord facing off against Hong Wang, the absolute powerhouse who had divided the world into three, and sometimes even pushing him back. How could they possibly doubt him?

According to Elder Jang Min, the Demon Lord was still regaining his past strength. If time passed like this, he might even put Hong Wang under his feet.

The myth of the Demon Lord that the Demonic Cult had so desperately desired was being recreated in modern times.

That alone was enough to follow him with their lives on the line. Even if they had to live in makeshift shelters and under plastic tarps after coming to Korea, Ju Gang wouldn’t have complained at all.

Even if the Demon Lord had told them to fend for themselves and released them into the forest, Ju Gang would have happily cut down trees and built a house.

If he could receive the Demonic Art and become stronger, if he could at least follow in the Demon Lord’s footsteps, even if he couldn’t become like him, he was willing to endure anything.

But the Demon Lord had more money than he thought.

In the martial world, the strong are synonymous with the rich. The stronger you are, the more ways you have to make money. Well-known powerhouses earn money that ordinary people can’t even imagine.

But Kang Jin-ho’s wealth surpassed even that.

‘Who would have thought he’d build a village?’

And in the middle of these mountains.

It was amazing that he was building houses and creating a place to live for people who could have been left to fend for themselves.

To invest that much money without hesitation?

It was easy to say, but if it were his own money, he would be devastated.

He couldn’t help but admire the Demon Lord’s boldness and ability. But what Ju Gang really wanted wasn’t this.

Even if he had to face the cold wind and dig up kudzu roots [a type of edible root], he wanted to get stronger as soon as possible.

“Hoo.”

Ju Gang let out a deep sigh.

He couldn’t express his dissatisfaction because he knew that all of this was ultimately out of the Demon Lord’s consideration for them.

‘But how long will this last?’

How long would it take for this village to be completed?

The thought of having to spend that long just doing this kind of labor was making Ju Gang feel suffocated.

“The Demon Lord must have his reasons.”

“I know that too, but…”

“Hey, you punk. How much are we getting right now, and you’re still complaining? If you’re a human, you should have some conscience.”

“I know, I know.”

Ju Gang got up, annoyed.

They were being given so much that he couldn’t even complain. But he wasn’t the only one who felt this way. Everyone must have some level of dissatisfaction.

“Hey, Ju Gang!”

At that moment, someone called out to Ju Gang from below. Ju Gang, with an annoyed expression, looked down.

“Who is it?”

“They’re looking for you upstairs. Come down quickly.”

“Who now?”

He was getting really annoyed.

Since he first served the Demon Lord, his recognition within the Demonic Cult had skyrocketed. The elders seemed to regard him as a representative of the younger demons.

There were, of course, good things about his increased recognition. But the disadvantages were about ten times greater. The elders started calling for Ju Gang whenever something happened.

It was probably another one of those times…

“The Demon Lord is looking for you.”

“What?”

Ju Gang jumped down without hesitation. Ju Gang, who had landed on the ground in one go from the three-story building, asked again in a surprised voice.

“Who?”

“The Demon Lord! Go up quickly.”

“I, I’m going now.”

Ju Gang started running at full speed.

It took a little longer than he thought.

The distance from the construction site to the General Assembly was quite far. It was a distance that ordinary people would have to travel by car, but for martial artists, it was a distance they could easily cover with their two strong legs.

The reason it took time wasn’t because of the distance, but because he had to wash up and change his clothes. Even if they were unruly demons, they couldn’t meet the Demon Lord in dusty work clothes.

Ju Gang, who had checked his attire once again, took a deep breath and looked at the door.

Beyond this door was the Demon Lord, Kang Jin-ho.

Ju Gang took another deep breath and approached the door, opening his mouth.

“I heard you were looking for me. This is Ju Gang.”

“Come in.”

The answer came right away. Ju Gang took a breath and opened the door, stepping inside.

Inside, Kang Jin-ho and Lee Hyun-soo were sitting.

His body tensed up involuntarily.

‘The feeling is completely different.’

Kang Jin-ho had a rather relaxed expression. He looked more comfortable and more at ease than when they had met in China.

But the pressure Ju Gang felt was even greater.

The image he had shown in the battle against Hong Wang had raised Kang Jin-ho’s status even higher in Ju Gang’s mind. That was why he was so nervous and tense.

“Sit down.”

Ju Gang sat down where Kang Jin-ho pointed, like a robot. Kang Jin-ho chuckled lightly at his overly tense appearance.

“Did you enter a tiger’s den or something?”

“N, no, sir.”

“Then there’s no need to be so nervous. It’s nothing serious.”

“Ah… yes, sir.”

It might not be a big deal from Kang Jin-ho’s perspective.

But how could a private have any composure when entering the office of a division commander? A private could at least be discharged, but Ju Gang was bound to the Demonic Cult for life.

“Coffee, or green tea? What else do we have?”

Lee Hyun-soo answered instead.

“We have juice and cola too.”

“Let’s go with something good. Which one?”

“I, I’m fine.”

“Which one?”

“Juice…”

When Kang Jin-ho gestured, Lee Hyun-soo took out juice from the refrigerator and poured it into a cup.

“Here.”

Ju Gang just stared at the juice placed in front of him.

“Aren’t you going to drink it?”

“No, sir.”

Ju Gang added something he didn’t need to say.

“If I drink this now, I’ll probably choke, so I’ll drink it later.”

Kang Jin-ho smiled and nodded.

If talking could ease the tension, it wouldn’t be tension. It would be better for Ju Gang to get to the point quickly.

“It’s not that important. It’s just about time to start.”

“…Did you say start?”

Ju Gang looked at Kang Jin-ho with trembling eyes.

“Yeah, it’s time to start the transmission.”

“The Demonic Art…”

“Right. That’s why I brought you to Korea in the first place.”

Ju Gang’s body trembled.

This was it.

This was what he had wanted to hear. As his hopeful expectation turned into reality, Ju Gang’s body involuntarily stirred.

His restless legs lifted his body off the sofa.

“M, me, sir?”

Even as he spoke, Ju Gang knew how absurd his words were.

“Not you.”

“Yes, that’s right. No, it shouldn’t be me.”

“…Calm down a bit.”

“Yes, I am calm!”

Ju Gang’s jaw trembled. Even in the midst of that, he held his head stiffly as if to say he was perfectly calm.

Kang Jin-ho shook his head and said,

“It’s not about the transmission. I called you because there’s something I need to check beforehand.”

“Yes, sir. I will answer anything with all my heart!”

“There’s nothing to answer.”

Kang Jin-ho flicked his finger.

“It’s a problem I can see.”

“…Yes, sir?”

“Come here and sit. I need to check your condition.”

“Yes, sir!”

He didn’t know what the situation was, but if Kang Jin-ho told him to do it, he would just follow. For Ju Gang, who was ready to jump into the fiery pits of hell without hesitation, this level of command was too easy.

Ju Gang quickly approached Kang Jin-ho and sat down in that spot.

“Turn around.”

“Yes, sir!”

His body spun around. Then, Kang Jin-ho placed his hand on Ju Gang’s head.

“It’s going to hurt a bit.”

There was no time to answer. Before he could even answer, something hot began to flow from Kang Jin-ho’s hand on his head.

‘Ughhhhh.’

His mouth wouldn’t open.

Faced with an unbelievable, immense pain, Ju Gang could only grit his teeth and tremble.

The energies that entered his body were like sharp knives, piercing through Ju Gang’s entire body.

The energies went through every part of his body without missing a single spot, and then were sucked back into Kang Jin-ho’s hand.

“Hoo, hoo!”