Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1383

“If you’re home, take a shower! I always tell you that!”

“Hey, does someone die if they shower a little late? Huh? Does someone die?”

“Want me to show you if they die or not?”

“……No. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Get your butt to the bathroom!”

Han Jin-sung sighed deeply.

“Mi-hye.”

“What?”

“Can’t I just go back to the orphanage and go straight to the independent living room? Things are different now, and I don’t understand why I have to come here to shower and eat….”

“Then what?”

Jo Mi-hye’s eyes flared up.

“You want me to take care of all the kids? All by myself?”

That’s not your job.

That’s what the teachers do. Why are you managing the kids in the first place?

This orphanage is running backward.

“You don’t have to do everything, but I don’t see why I should help you… Let’s think about this rationally.”

“No way.”

“Of course, we can have different opinions. But there should be a rational reason and basis for opposing.”

“If you live alone in the independent living room, you’ll definitely fail your retake.”

“……That’s very rational.”

It was perfect logic, leaving no room for rebuttal.

“But isn’t that how humans grow?”

“Oppa, I’ve known you for about ten years, and you’re basically someone who doesn’t grow. If I took a dog and trained it, wouldn’t it be a better dog than you?”

Life is sad.

Very sad.

Han Jin-sung sighed deeply.

‘If I hadn’t retaken the exam…

I wouldn’t be living here getting nagged like this.

At first, Han Jin-sung was overjoyed at the fact that he could try again, but once he started retaking the exam, it was something no human should do.

He wanted to go back to his past self, who thought he could have a happy retake life without anyone nagging him, and punch him in the face.

“Hurry up and shower. I’ve set the table for you.”

“At least you’re feeding me.”

“It’s leftovers from the kids.”

“……Thanks.”

Han Jin-sung wiped away the tears that had welled up and headed to the bathroom.

Even though she says that, Han Jin-sung knows that she’s trying to help him focus on his studies.

‘Thank you.’

So many people are cheering him on.

He shouldn’t be focusing on anything other than studying.

Han Jin-sung was about to enter the bathroom when it happened.

“Oppa!”

“……Ah, I’m going to shower. I’m going in now.”

“That’s not it! Come here! Quick!”

“I said I’m showering?”

“I’m not kidding! Come here now!”

Han Jin-sung tilted his head. There was a sense of urgency in Jo Mi-hye’s voice.

‘What’s going on?’

Han Jin-sung quickly ran into the room. But there seemed to be nothing wrong in the room.

“Are you kidding….”

“That!”

“Huh?”

“Isn’t that Jin-ho oppa?”

“What?”

Han Jin-sung’s gaze turned to where Jo Mi-hye was pointing.

The TV.

News was playing on the TV in the corner of the room. And a photo that looked like it was taken from afar was being shown as a reference screen in the news.

It was hard to recognize the face on the screen because of the distance, but Han Jin-sung immediately recognized that the person in the photo was Kang Jin-ho.

“……What news is this?”

He didn’t even need an answer.

The caster’s voice quickly reached his ears.

“[Currently, the police are investigating Mr. K. The police are focusing on confirming the purpose of Mr. K’s entry into North Korea, and they are also checking if there are any people who supported Mr. K’s visit to North Korea. Mr. K is currently not admitting to any of his crimes, and Mr. K, who is the CEO of…]”

“What is this? Jin-ho hyung went to North Korea?”

“……It seems so.”

“So, does that mean Jin-ho hyung was arrested as a spy?”

Jo Mi-hye closed her mouth without saying anything and put her hands together in front of her chest as if praying.

“Oppa, what should we do?”

Han Jin-sung didn’t have any other options either.

“Turn off the TV.”

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Jo Mi-hye quickly turned off the TV.

Han Jin-sung took out his phone and called Kang Jin-ho.

Han Jin-sung, who had been holding the phone to his ear for a while, lowered his arm with a distorted face.

“It’s off.”

“Oppa… what if Jin-ho oppa really got arrested?”

Han Jin-sung bit his lip tightly.

“First, let’s keep it a secret from the kids. And try to keep them from watching TV as much as possible. Okay?”

“Okay. But the kids all have phones, so they’ll find out soon.”

“Say it’s not true. They won’t see his face, so it’ll be okay.”

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“Yoo-min hyung… no, no. I shouldn’t tell Yoo-min hyung now.”

Han Jin-sung rubbed his face with both hands. Park Yoo-min usually doesn’t watch the news, so it should be okay. He’s overseas, and it’s such an important competition, so he’ll be focused on practice for a while.

“I’ll contact Director Lee.”

“Oppa.”

“Don’t worry. Jin-ho hyung isn’t someone who would do espionage. He’s clueless and can’t deceive anyone, so he can’t do that.”

“But still….”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. There must have been some misunderstanding. Jin-ho hyung wouldn’t do that.”

Han Jin-sung bit his lip tightly.

But the image of Kang Jin-ho he saw on the screen a little while ago wouldn’t disappear from his eyes.

“……What the hell is going on?”

It was a lament that finally came out.

“What the hell is going on!”

Ha Gwang-shik kicked the desk, causing the monitor on the desk to shake violently.

His gaze didn’t leave the articles displayed on the monitor.

“What do you mean, what’s going on? We’re screwed.”

Although he said that, Park Gyu-yeon’s expression wasn’t good either.

All their efforts had gone down the drain. They had put aside all other work and focused on digging up the corruption between Kang Jin-ho and the government, but out of the blue, Kang Jin-ho was arrested as a spy.

Could there be anything more absurd than this?

“What? Damn it, the National Security Law?” [A law in South Korea that can be used to prosecute individuals for actions deemed to be threats to national security, often criticized for its broad scope and potential for abuse.]

Ha Gwang-shik gritted his teeth.

“Hey, Gyu-yeon.”

“Yes.”

“How long have we been chasing this bastard?”

“It’s been a few months.”

“Still, we’re reporters, and do you think it makes sense that we didn’t know that the person we’ve been chasing for months was a spy?”

“Well….”

Park Gyu-yeon scratched his head.

“That’s how the world is sometimes. He must have been thorough.”

“Thorough? Are you serious right now?”

“Sunbae.”

Park Gyu-yeon sighed deeply.

“Let’s talk outside, let’s go outside.”

Park Gyu-yeon and Ha Gwang-shik went outside to a secluded place and took out cigarettes.

Park Gyu-yeon, who had lit his cigarette, sighed and said,

“Sunbae, what are you going to do?”

“What, you little punk?”

“What if he’s not a spy?”

Park Gyu-yeon’s face was more serious than ever before.

“Hey, let’s be honest. I can’t believe that bastard is a spy. What kind of spy is so sloppy?”

“And does it make sense that a spy would receive government support to build a building in Gangnam [A wealthy district in Seoul] and run a business? Then are those government bastards all spies too?”

“Sunbae.”

Park Gyu-yeon looked at Ha Gwang-shik with a pitiful expression.

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point, you little punk! A person who isn’t a spy was arrested as a spy!”

“Sunbae, you didn’t like Kang Jin-ho in the first place.”

“That’s a separate issue!”

Ha Gwang-shik raised his voice.

“I hate seeing bastards who have committed crimes sleeping soundly. I don’t want to see a thief get the death penalty for murder!”

Ha Gwang-shik quickly puffed on his cigarette.

“No matter how I look at it, he’s not a spy, but suddenly they’re arresting him as a spy? The only evidence they’ve presented is a single photo that’s barely visible.”

“They don’t need evidence.”

“Why don’t they need evidence?”

“Because he’s not a spy!”

Park Gyu-yeon spat out the words.

“Don’t you get it? That bastard is framed. The higher-ups are trying to frame him as a spy and get rid of him.”

“Then we have to reveal the truth.”

“Do you have a couple of extra lives? In a country where people die for trying to expose the sex scandals at the villa, you’re going to expose what the government is doing? I didn’t know you liked Matiz [A small, inexpensive car, often used as a symbol of danger or low status in South Korea] so much?”

“You little punk, this is….”

“Get a grip, Sunbae. No, Hyung. You’ll die.”

“This….”

Ha Gwang-shik gritted his teeth.

But he couldn’t deny Park Gyu-yeon’s words.

This is really dangerous.

The government is literally being unreasonable right now.

The problem is that it’s even more dangerous because of that. You can feel the malice in the flood of articles and public opinion, the intention to bury Kang Jin-ho no matter what. He hadn’t seen the government act this maliciously recently.

Unreasonableness combined with powerful force is a threat and a terror in itself. Especially for those who handle information and approach the truth.

“What kind of loyalty do we have to that bastard that we’re risking our lives to reveal the truth? If we die, will that bastard even appreciate it? No, even if he does, what’s going to change?”

“It’s over, Hyung. It’s a shame about all the research we’ve done, but let’s just stop here. If we go any further, we’ll lose our heads.”

Ha Gwang-shik bit his lip tightly.

“You little punk, we’re reporters.”

“Do reporters not die?”

“Hey, this is….”

“Hyung!”

Park Gyu-yeon shouted.

“Do you think the reporters who are writing articles saying that this bastard is a spy don’t know that this is strange?”

“It’s good to be a true reporter. It’s good to be a true journalist. But everyone else is turning a blind eye, so why should only you risk your life?”

Park Gyu-yeon sighed.

“This time it’s real. This is something we should never touch. If you can’t stand it, do it alone. I’m not touching this.”

“I’m going.”

“Hey! Gyu-yeon!”

“Hyung.”

Park Gyu-yeon stared at Ha Gwang-shik and said,

“I know you’re a great person. I know there aren’t many people like you in a world where reporters are called trash. So….”

Park Gyu-yeon grabbed Ha Gwang-shik’s shoulder tightly.

“Please don’t make me tell my juniors later that the true journalist tried to reveal the truth and committed suicide. Please, I’m begging you!”

Park Gyu-yeon threw the cigarette he was smoking on the ground and stomped it out.

Then, without waiting for Ha Gwang-shik’s answer, he quickly walked towards the company.

Ha Gwang-shik, with a slightly annoyed expression, looked at Park Gyu-yeon’s back and sighed.

“You should take your butt with you, you little punk.”

Ha Gwang-shik, who was about to pick up the cigarette butt on the ground, stopped and stared at it. He felt like he was like the cigarette butt that had been stomped on the ground.

“Who wants to die, you bastard.”

I want to live. Of course, I want to live.

I just don’t want to live like a dog.

Ha Gwang-shik picked up the cigarette butt and started walking towards the company without saying anything.

The cold, calm

gaze shone

more eerily than ever.