Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 383

The Three Kings’ Disciple-384th Story (384/525)

Volume 16, Chapter 9

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Near Hapjeong-dong, Seoul.

Once a street of youth, and still maintaining that reputation, there was an area that was completely out of place.

Surrounded by a large fence, resembling a dome, numerous trucks were entering, carrying something.

The clear plum blossom pattern painted on the trucks.

This place was.

“Whew, it’s creepy every time I come here.”

The truck driver spoke in a subdued voice, unable to hide his fearful gaze.

Even though he received a generous salary compared to that of a typical large corporation, he couldn’t help but feel a tightening in his chest every time.

Those who blocked the truck’s path.

They approached and knocked on the window.

“Haha. Hello.”

The truck driver greeted them, raising his hat.

“Was there a corpse scheduled to arrive today?”

Those wearing martial uniforms with the plum blossom pattern of the Mount Hua Sect began to examine the truck and tablet.

“Yes. But it’s not a corpse.”

“Hmm.”

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Even though the truck driver was an ordinary person who had not learned martial arts, the sound of the watch on his wrist was very clear.

If even a small problem arose here, his end would be terrible.

If he died peacefully, that would be a good thing.

Perhaps.

Gulp.

He might end up being thrown into that hell and living out the rest of his days.

“Hmm. Ah, here it is.”

A martial artist found something on the tablet.

“Sent from the Association.”

A small smile spread across his lips.

“Open it.”

The martial artists reached out and touched the truck’s lock.

The lock, which did not open easily, finally opened only after the inner force [internal energy used in martial arts] of the Mount Hua Sect was applied.

The opened door revealed a space filled with strange formations and barriers.

Inside were people.

Those with their heads covered in hides and their hands and feet bound.

“I-is it all done?”

The truck driver asked in a quiet voice.

“Check their identities.”

But as if it wasn’t over yet, the martial artist who spoke eventually climbed onto the back of the truck.

Thump, thump.

The loud footsteps echoed.

He stood in front of one of the prisoners.

Flutter.

He tore off the hide that was covering the prisoner’s head.

“Hmm.”

The face on the tablet.

And the face of the person.

Following that, the martial artist grabbed the prisoner’s wrist and twisted it without hesitation.

“Kkeueuk!”

The martial artist, as if not caring about the groans of pain, checked something.

“The core is definitely destroyed.”

He had checked the player’s core or dantian [energy center in the body] that might have remained inside.

“Check them all.”

Not just one, but all of them.

Only after checking them all did the martial artists of the Mount Hua Sect get off the truck.

“No abnormalities.”

A thorough inspection.

“Haha, i-is it over?”

“Yes. You can go.”

The martial artists stepped aside, the barrier opened, and the truck began to move forward.

“Hoo.”

A deep sigh, the truck driver felt as if he had aged several decades in an instant.

“I should just quit.”

Even as he said those words, the truck driver couldn’t even think of doing so.

Once you started working with the Mount Hua Sect’s Corpse Disposal Site, you had no choice but to continue working until they allowed it.

Though they would never allow it.

Wooong.

Several barriers.

Jiiing.

Passing through several barriers and checkpoints, the truck finally entered the underground.

It was impossible to even guess how deep the winding underground was.

The senses were confused, and even though his eyes were fine, his vision was dark.

Only by following the small plum blossom light shining within could one.

Thump.

Reach the destination.

Drrr.

The back door of the truck opened again.

The martial artists of the Mount Hua Sect stood in front of it.

The bright light shining in the darkness.

That light pointed at the prisoners.

“Everyone.”

The martial artists with bright smiles on their faces.

Those whose head coverings had been removed looked at their faces.

“Welcome to hell.”

The Mount Hua Sect’s Corpse Disposal Site.

And, the newcomers who had come to that place.

* * *

There was no consideration to be found.

There were no conveniences.

They were thrown into that place wearing the clothes they had on, or rather, after being stripped naked and given clothes that were no better than rags.

Rustle, rustle.

The sound of skin being gnawed away and.

“Kkeueung.”

The groans of humans.

Srr.

Only the sound of something flowing on the ground filled this place.

“This is where you will be staying from now on. The rest is up to you.”

The Mount Hua Sect’s Corpse Disposal Site, called the hell of Seoul.

In the red light, shadows flickered.

Kwaang!

Beyond the closed door, this place was a red cave, resembling a womb or internal organs.

In that dark place, a strange red light illuminated everything.

The martial artists of the Mount Hua Sect had already left.

And those who remained here were.

Slap, slap.

All those in the same situation.

“Are they the new ones?”

A grizzled voice.

“T-that person is?”

One of the newly arrived prisoners recognized the owner of the voice and spoke.

“Old Man Guigap.”

“Do you know me?”

A wanderer and a demonic figure who was once known for cutting humans into six pieces to kill them.

He had reached the peak of the Hwagyung realm [a high level of martial arts mastery] and killed over a hundred lives. He was not easily captured, but one day, he unfortunately provoked a disciple of the Mount Hua Sect.

-Why isn’t there a plum blossom!

Not seeing the plum blossom.

And that day was the end of the slaughter that Old Man Guigap had been carrying out.

As if it was a lie that he had not been captured, as if they had been deliberately letting him go.

He was captured just two days after harming a disciple of the Mount Hua Sect and sent to the Mount Hua Sect’s Corpse Disposal Site.

“Since everyone has come here for the first time, I think everything will be unfamiliar.”

He was also someone who had spent over ten years in this Corpse Disposal Site.

He was the one who had been caught after failing to escape during the only mass escape that had ever occurred in the history of the Mount Hua Sect’s Corpse Disposal Site.

He was still rotting in this place.

In reality, one of his arms was rotting, and one of his eyes seemed unable to even open.

Slap.

Old Man Guigap stepped on the blood and approached the newly arrived prisoners.

The prisoners.

Clang.

They were still unable to remove the handcuffs and restraints they were wearing.

Without any explanation or release of their restraints.

“I will tell you the rules of this place.”

Old Man Guigap stood in front of the prisoners and spoke.

“Survive on your own.”

And behind him stood sturdy men.

In the Mount Hua Sect’s Corpse Disposal Site, nothing is given except for a trash-like meal every meal.

All that the Mount Hua Sect gives is excessive beatings.

To those people, the newcomers were.

Smirk.

Nothing more than living supplies.

Though they were rags, they were new clothes, their bodies.

If necessary, they were people who could be used like slaves and do their work for them.

So.

Thud!

This was a kind of initiation ceremony and education.

A prisoner who had collapsed.

“Step on him!”

Even though everyone had lost their dantian and core, those whose bodies were still relatively intact began to step on the fallen prisoner.

“Keok! Keok! S-save me…!”

The voice of the person who was begging for his life faded away along with his groans.

As if they had finished one, they moved again.

Thud!

Another one.

That was how the education was beginning.

The Mount Hua Sect treated the prisoners, no, the slaves of the Corpse Disposal Site in this way.

In return, Old Man Guigap was given rice that was somewhat edible.

Just rice.

For that, they did not treat humans as humans and beat them to death.

That was the life here.

It was then.

Srr.

Just as the young men were about to approach the next prisoner and kick him without hesitation.

“Wa….”

Old Man Guigap, his eyes wide open.

“Wait!”

He shouted urgently.

“What is it?”

The young men stopped and called out to Old Man Guigap with puzzled faces.

This education was entirely managed and supervised by Old Man Guigap.

And so far, no one had ever escaped it.

“Wait.”

Old Man Guigap said again, exhaling.

For some reason, his breathing had become rough.

“You, definitely….”

The person the young men were blocking was a prisoner with nothing particularly special about him.

He was just a man estimated to be a player in his mid-twenties.

But.

“Did you call me Old Man Guigap?”

He had recognized him.

“Elder, what’s wrong?”

The existing prisoners looked at Old Man Guigap and asked.

“…….”

Old Man Guigap was silent.

“Let’s end the initiation ceremony here today.”

“Yes?”

“But….”

“Go-!”

Old Man Guigap shouted loudly.

It was a voice that was hard to believe came from a dying body.

“If it’s over, it’s over.”

The supervision of the education was Old Man Guigap’s.

Even the martial artists of the Mount Hua Sect implicitly did not interfere with Old Man Guigap’s treatment of the prisoners.

Since it was Old Man Guigap who was doing business with them….

“Everyone, disband for today.”

They could not go against his words.

“If Elder says so….”

“Understood.”

Those who retreated.

“Huff…. Huff.”

The fallen ones groaned, and those who were still standing looked at Old Man Guigap.

Gulp.

Old Man Guigap swallowed.

Those eyes, even though their dantians were destroyed and they had lost all their power, those eyes were something that could never be ignored.

‘A master.’

And a tremendous master at that.

But they were also just the glory of the past, and now their dantians were destroyed or they had lost their cores.

What Old Man Guigap was concerned about now was just one thing.

“Just how….”

It was the one word from earlier.

“How did he recognize me?”

Old Man Guigap.

Once a notorious killer known throughout the world.

Also, his wanted face was spread throughout Asia.

But that was already more than ten years ago.

The current Old Man Guigap was a battered and torn mess.

He was a pathetic old man who could not find any trace of the strong master of the past.

But.

“Who are you?”

He had recognized him.

Only then.

Slap.

The prisoner walked out.

A hand extended quietly, and his hand was shackled.

“…….”

A silent protest to release him.

Normally, he would have laughed and immediately kicked him, but.

Clang.

Old Man Guigap quietly released the prisoner’s restraints.

His instincts told him.

‘You must not touch him.’

That he must never touch the prisoner in front of him.

“Old Man Guigap.”

“How did you know I had the key, and how did you know I was Old Man Guigap?”

“It’s been a while.”

“……!”

A face approaching.

Old Man Guigap stepped back without realizing it, but he had already stopped.

Near his ear.

A voice echoed.

“It’s a relief that one eye is still left.”

At that voice.

“Heeeeeok-!”

Old Man Guigap collapsed as if he had seen a ghost.

“Y-you, you are…!”

“I told you.”

The prisoner, who had released his stiff body with heat.

He bent down towards Old Man Guigap, who was sitting down, and said.

“That I would take the rest of your eyes.”

Yi Rown, he said in a quiet voice.

* * *

“Is it okay to leave him alone?”

On the first night, the hides of corpses prepared on one side of the cave were their blankets.

The newcomers of the Corpse Disposal Site were huddled there.

“If he even opens his mouth….”

“That won’t happen.”

Yi Rown, he said to Ha Se-min.

Yi Rown and Ha Se-min, along with Lee Yong-jin and a few others, had infiltrated the Mount Hua Sect’s Corpse Disposal Site disguised as prisoners.

“He is someone who survived by instinct alone. Right now, that instinct will tell him. Do not resist.”

A story about the treatment of Old Man Guigap.

“And that old monster is needed for our purpose.”

The Three Kings’ Disciple