Disciple Of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 3

The Three Kings’ Disciple (4)

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The place where all the monster corpses hunted throughout South Korea were gathered.

This place, where horribly disfigured corpses were constantly rotting and the stench of blood permeated the air.

‘The Hwasan Guild’s monster corpse disposal site.’

Lee Rowoon recalled his memories while smelling the blood and rotting corpses.

The five years he spent here before accepting the message to become a vessel of chaos.

This was the place where he was treated as less than human and suffered all kinds of humiliation as a slave.

The workers here were all treated as less than human.

There was no such thing as human rights, and even if they were injured or died, they wouldn’t receive any compensation.

From the start, it was a place where they couldn’t even leave if they wanted to.

‘You’ll spend the rest of your life smelling corpses and dying there.’

The voice of a friend he thought he would be with for life.

Memories he thought he had forgotten during his time with his masters resurfaced, mixed with the musty smell.

‘You still haven’t let go, have you?’

The string of revenge.

Still, the feeling of being stabbed in the heart like in the past had faded a lot.

Rowoon finished his thoughts and sat cross-legged on a puddle made of monster blood.

‘The Abyss.’

That was the name the workers and supervisors called the place where Rowoon was now.

A place where they threw the corpses of special monsters that were difficult to dismantle, or corpses that were too decomposed to obtain any byproducts even if they were dismantled.

This place, the Abyss, was where such corpses rotted, emitting a full dose of corpse poison and magical poison.

It was a place where even supervisors, let alone ordinary people, couldn’t last for more than a few hours.

Throb, throb.

Of course, Rowoon was also being affected by the poison of the Abyss.

‘Just as my masters said.’

Right now, his body was the same as when he was a worker during his slave days.

Although the power of chaos remained near his solar plexus, it was a power that he should never touch or use.

In his current physical condition, he was at a level where he couldn’t even face a level 5 Cheol Taemin head-on.

The problem wasn’t just that he couldn’t land a hit; it was that those without magical power couldn’t even inflict a scratch on a player.

The only ones who could fight a player were other players or.

‘Martial artists who use martial arts, knights and mages who use circles [magic circles], and demons who use demonic energy.’

There was no need to think long.

‘I need to get everything back.’

He thought he had forgotten everything, but the memories of hatred and pain resurfaced with the smell of corpses.

Rowoon had no intention of ignoring them.

But the most important thing was something else.

‘I have to find my masters.’

His masters who had returned with him.

He had to find them.

He had no intention of leaving them alone in their seal.

To do that.

‘I have to get stronger.’

In his current state, he couldn’t do anything.

Find power and get stronger.

For that, this place, the Abyss of the corpse disposal site, was.

‘The perfect place.’

The monster corpse disposal site that everyone avoided.

But it was the perfect place for him to get stronger.

Players grew stronger by hunting monsters, but they were too lazy to deal with the corpses that resulted, so they gathered them at the corpse disposal site and used slaves to dismantle them.

In the process, the slaves exposed to the monsters’ poison and corpse poison mostly fell ill and died within a few years.

‘Monster corpses are nothing more than byproducts to players.’

Once they gained experience through hunting, there was no other way to grow stronger through monsters.

There were special individuals who could do it, but their efficiency was low, so few thought they could grow stronger through corpses.

Then, what about Rowoon?

‘Blood Demon Divine Art.’

The best place.

One of the two unique martial arts of Shin Yeoul, the master of the Demonic Cult and the Silver Monarch.

A wicked demonic art that accumulated internal energy by absorbing life force from blood.

And this place was.

Drip, drip.

A space filled with the blood of all kinds of monsters.

In any case, no one would interfere with him, not even Cheol Taemin or the other workers.

They would think that he would either die from the poison of the Abyss or, if he was lucky enough to survive, starve to death.

First.

‘I’ll create a dantian [energy center].’

Rowoon closed his eyes while still sitting cross-legged.

***

The dantian.

It was a symbol of the martial artists who were residents of the Silver World.

Like the magic core of players, it was the source of power for martial artists.

Rowoon was going to create it.

‘Normally, it’s impossible.’

Players couldn’t have a dantian.

No, there was no being other than a resident of the Silver World who could create a dantian.

Those who had tried to obtain the power of martial artists had repeated experiments, but there had not been a single successful case.

But Rowoon was different.

‘I just need to die a few times.’

The Martial King, Shin Yeoul.

He had literally brought Rowoon to the brink of death several times to create a dantian.

He forcibly created a dantian in Rowoon’s body, and even when Rowoon’s body was destroyed by the backlash, he tried again because he wouldn’t die.

‘That damned master.’

Even if they were like parents, he couldn’t help but grind his teeth when he thought of those memories.

But thanks to that, Rowoon clearly remembered how to create a dantian.

Saaaaaa.

The puddle of blood where Rowoon was sitting was boiling.

‘I have to complete the Blood Demon Divine Art first.’

His masters’ teachings had an order.

During the three thousand years of being sealed, the masters had pondered how to make their disciple the best, and they had devised a way to draw out the best efficiency from what they had.

The first step was the Martial King’s Blood Demon Divine Art.

‘Blood Demon Absorption.’

Although he currently had no magical power, as he remembered the incantation and breathed, the blood from the puddle slowly began to be drawn into Rowoon.

‘Kuh!’

As the monster’s blood, which was no different from poison to humans, was absorbed, he felt a pain as if his organs were burning.

‘But compared to the pain back then….’

This was just the pain of having indigestion and pricking a finger with a needle.

Rowoon endured and continued to recall the incantation and breathe.

The absorbed blood moved through his skin and blood vessels, beginning to flow as if following an order.

The flowing blood slowly moved towards Rowoon’s lower abdomen.

‘Kuh!’

A second intense pain followed.

It was only natural.

Originally, the blood that moved according to the incantation should have gathered in the lower dantian in the lower abdomen.

But since Rowoon didn’t have a dantian right now, the lost monster blood was tearing through his blood vessels and staying inside his body.

‘Now… it begins.’

From now on, it was important.

The memories he had acquired through his body after dying several times.

And the task of creating a new dantian that had been with him for nearly a hundred years.

It was no different from creating a new artificial organ that humans on Earth could never have.

He moved the monster’s blood according to the incantation and gathered it in his lower abdomen.

‘I have to control it.’

Since he had handled magic power like air, it wasn’t difficult to feel the residual magic power present in the blood.

He moved it, gathered it, and rotated it.

Kukukukuk!

Rowoon’s lower abdomen was bulging out as if it contained a steel ball full of thorns.

From his wide-open eyes, the monster’s blood that couldn’t reach his lower abdomen was flowing like bloody tears.

‘If I fail to control it, I could die.’

How much time had passed?

‘Haa…. haa….’

Rowoon’s breathing gradually began to stabilize.

He closed his eyes again and observed his body.

In his lower abdomen, where nothing had existed….

‘I… succeeded.’

A red dantian was in place.

***

In fact, the most difficult part of achieving the Blood Demon Divine Art was creating the blood dantian.

As his master, the Martial King, said.

‘There is no better mind technique than the Blood Demon Divine Art. There are a few mind techniques called the Hwasan’s Violet Qi Divine Art and other divine arts….’

He chuckled.

‘The Blood Demon Divine Art boasts at least five times the efficiency.’

The principle was simple.

The point was that you could steal power from others, not your own.

And that even without separate energy circulation, the blood flowing throughout the body would replace the effect of energy circulation.

However, the disadvantages were also clear.

‘Blood.’

The purity of the blood possessed by the user of the Blood Demon Divine Art was important.

To control the mixed blood of others and neutralize it, a tremendous purity of blood was required.

‘Well, I’ll naturally get stronger.’

But that incomplete martial art was completed after a long time.

Shin Yeoul had improved the shortcomings with the other kings while waiting for the vessel.

Even if you weren’t born with it, the more you trained in the Blood Demon Divine Art, the higher the purity of the owner’s blood would become.

There were four stages in the realm of the Blood Demon Divine Art.

The first was red blood, like normal human blood.

‘Well, you can think of it as the same. It’s just blood. However, it has the effect of suppressing other blood and absorbing internal energy.’

Of course, the utility of the red blood realm wasn’t just that.

Thud.

Rowoon took a leisurely step and simultaneously extended his hand.

The reason why the Abyss was forbidden even in the corpse disposal site and access was restricted wasn’t just because of the corpse poison emitted by the monster corpses.

Grrr.

Monsters that appeared due to the death energy created by the abundance of monster corpses.

‘A goblin zombie.’

It was because it was a place where the undead existed.

Whack!

Rowoon’s hand grabbed the goblin zombie’s head.

The zombie’s level was the lowest monster, level 3.

However, it was considered a fairly difficult monster due to the fact that each attack was coated with corpse poison and it wouldn’t die unless its neck was cut.

Of course, it was a monster that Rowoon, who had lost all his player power and was no different from a slave, could never handle.

Of course, that was before he created the blood dantian with the Blood Demon Divine Art.

‘Blood Demon Absorption.’

Power entered the hand that was holding the zombie goblin’s head.

Grrr!

The zombie’s movements, which had been struggling to break free from his grasp, stopped.

Shweeeek!

At the same time, the zombie’s swollen body began to shrivel up in an instant.

The unpleasant and sticky blood was felt through his palm.

‘…….’

That tingling sensation began to be felt all over his body.

It was because the corpse poison that had escaped from the old goblin zombie’s corpse flowed through his blood vessels along with its blood.

Rowoon’s complexion turned pale for a moment.

Saaa.

But Rowoon was soon able to regain his usual complexion.

This was another utility of red blood.

‘Detoxification.’

Due to the nature of the Blood Demon Divine Art, which increased the purity of blood, it controlled and manipulated everything that invaded his blood.

Although his level of the Blood Demon Divine Art was low now, he could naturally detoxify minor types of poison without any difficulty.

‘I’m full.’

Also, the red blood realm allowed him to feel full by absorbing the nutrients contained in the opponent’s blood at the same time as absorbing it.

It was also the reason why Rowoon had entered this place without hesitation, the Abyss where there was no food.

Tap.

When Rowoon released the hand that had been holding the zombie goblin’s head, the zombie goblin collapsed powerlessly.

Fassss.

The corpse disappeared into dust because even all the bodily fluids had been sucked out.

The utility of red blood was not over yet.

Rowoon spread his palm towards the ground.

Drop.

Something began to leak from the tip of his thumb.