Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 378

Tales of a Wandering Swordsman – Part 2, Episode 87

Bum recalled the regulations he’d read when he served as the Minister of Military Affairs.

To survive in the palace, surrounded by enemies, he’d needed to know the court’s rules to avoid giving them ammunition. He’d had no choice but to study them.

The regulations regarding exile had been particularly interesting, and he still remembered them.

At the eastern edge of Sugye.

There lay a cluster of islands.

Originally part of Sugye’s mainland, an ancient Suseon [a mythical water creature] had divided it into several islands, known as the Eight Torment Islands.

Each of the eight islands possessed unique characteristics, designed to match the severity of the convicts’ sins.

The islands were situated at varying distances from Sugye’s eastern coast, with the closest being the First Torment and the farthest, the Eighth Torment.

Convicts were exiled to these islands based on their crimes, ranging from the First to the Eighth. Those sentenced to exile were fitted with cuffs that prevented them from leaving.

Furthermore, a powerful barrier surrounded each island, ensuring that even if convicts removed their cuffs, escape remained impossible.

‘I didn’t expect that barrier to be pierced by the Complete Immortal Blood Art.’

Bum found the situation almost unbelievable.

He wondered if it was real.

He wanted to use the Complete Immortal Blood Art again, but Tanlang had destroyed it.

In any case, most convicts served their sentences on the First or Second Torment Island unless their crimes were exceptionally grave.

Those exiled to the Seventh or Eighth Torment Island for heinous offenses typically spent the remainder of their lives there.

“So, this is the Eighth Torment Island?”

“That’s right!”

“Your crime wasn’t that serious, and besides, it’s a millennium of exile, so you only have about nine hundred years left, right? But why are you on the Eighth Torment Island?”

At his question, Hwangon trembled and shouted as if spitting out blood.

“It’s all because of you!!”

“You’re not making any sense. Even animals that can’t speak can communicate with gestures and movements, but why are you no different now than you were before?”

“You bastard!!”

Enraged, Hwangon charged in the form of a Yellow Dragon.

[I’ll tear you apart in an instant!!]

Yellow smoke billowed, and sharp claws radiated a fierce aura.

It was a fierce attack, but at best, it was only at the level of a High Immortal.

Bum drew the Twin Annihilators and severed one of Hwangon’s arms.

Swish!!

[Kuaaaaaak!!]

Hwangon screamed, clutching his missing arm, and rolled on the ground.

Bum showed no mercy.

He stepped on Hwangon’s head, pinning him in place, and pointed the Twin Annihilators at his eyes.

“Struggle if you want. But next time, it won’t be an arm that’s torn off, but your neck.”

[Kueuk….]

“I don’t care how you ended up on the Eighth Torment Island, but we need to get out of here. If you have a way, tell me.”

Hwangon sneered, as if dumbfounded.

“Why are you laughing?”

[A way out of here? If there was such a thing, I would have left long ago! Don’t you know why this place is called the hell of Sugye? You can never get out of the Eighth Torment Island, no matter what.]

He giggled, seemingly amused despite having his head pinned under Bum’s foot.

Bum sheathed the Twin Annihilators and stomped on Hwangon a few more times before stepping away.

“You’re not going to kill him?”

“There’s no need. He’s not strong enough to be a threat, even if we let him live. It would be more painful to leave him here.”

He’s not worth killing.

“But I’m still curious as to why you’re on the Eighth Torment Island. Tell me.”

[I won’t tell you anything….]

Bang!

Kwagagagag!

Bum kicked Hwangon’s head, sending him crashing into a nearby mountain.

“Tell me. I’ll listen.”

Only then did Hwangon lower his tail like a scared puppy and begin to speak.

[I was originally supposed to be exiled to the Second Torment Island….]

He was originally supposed to be exiled to the Second Torment Island, but he was bored and angry, so he fought with the Suseons who were also exiled there.

“So you got stuck on the Eighth Torment Island?”

[Because of the commotion, the administrator in charge of the exile site came out.]

The family in charge of this place was one of the Five Great Clans, a descendant of the Mi Clan, and he made a bet with him.

If Hwangon won, he would reduce his millennium of exile with his own ability. If he lost, he would go to the Third Torment Island instead of the Second, and his exile period would be doubled.

“So you lost.”

He lost once, but he felt it was worth trying.

And when he lost the second time, he lost so narrowly.

Before he knew it, he had lost repeatedly, and in the end, he was trapped on the Eighth Torment Island.

“Serves you right.”

[Kueuk….]

By the way, the person in charge of the exile site is one of the descendants of the Mi Clan.

‘Could it be that guy?’

The guy who was engaged to Gon Sabi when he visited Gon Ga came to mind, but it couldn’t be him.

No matter how great the Five Great Clans were, they wouldn’t entrust the management of the exile site to someone who wasn’t even a High Immortal, would they?

Cheon Bum pondered and asked.

“Are there any others besides you who came here by betting with the Mi Clan’s descendants?”

[Y, yes….]

A cartload of idiots.

Those who accepted such bets are one thing….

‘The guy who proposed the bet is also a problem.’

The eastern end is quite far from where the Water Palace’s gaze reaches.

With the Mi Clan backing him, he can do whatever he wants in an exile site that no one cares about.

“He’s like a king.”

How much did he control this place to hold such bets?

It’s obvious without even looking.

“But what kind of bets did you make?”

* * *

Swish!

Two arrows split the wind.

At the same time, a fierce gust of wind swept through, but one arrow fell, and only the other arrow headed towards the target.

Thwack!

It accurately pierced the target hanging on top of the sailboat.

“Bullseye!!”

One of the Suseons shouted, waving a red flag.

One of the two men holding bows collapsed to his knees.

He looked like the world had ended.

“Haha, that’s a shame. Then, as promised, you will go from the Fourth Torment Island to the Seventh Torment Island.”

The man who knelt grabbed the administrator’s pants and clung to him.

“O, once more! Give me one more chance!”

“Chance. Everyone can have a fair chance. I’m not the Heavenly Lord above the sky, so how can I not give you a chance?”

But.

“Is that possible? If you lose this time, it’s not the Seventh Torment, but the Eighth Torment. Once you go there, you can never get out until you die.”

The Seventh Torment Island is bad, but the Eighth Torment is even worse.

They don’t interfere with whatever they do there, whatever happens.

They don’t even look into it.

Even if all the criminals are dead, they are already treated as non-existent.

The eastern part of Sugye.

In the exile site, the Eighth Torment Island is hell.

Who would dare to look into hell?

“Can you handle it?”

A man with a beautiful appearance.

He was Mi Se-pa (尾歲破), the warden of this exile site.

He had the title of Jong 4-grade Geumbu Najang [a mid-level official title], but here, the name of the warden was more familiar.

The criminal who grabbed Mi Se-pa’s pants hesitated for a moment.

Then he said.

“I’ll do it! Either the Seventh Torment Island or the Eighth Torment Island, it’s all the same! I’d rather compete without regrets and die on the Eighth Torment Island than go to the Seventh Torment Island and die now, so accept the match!”

A smile touched Mi Se-pa’s lips.

“Indeed, a true man. Let’s do that.”

And the bet was held again.

Once again, he shot an arrow, and a strong wind and thunder swept through.

The criminal’s arrow fell once again, and only Mi Se-pa’s arrow remained.

The criminals who were watching clicked their tongues in disappointment, and the administrators who managed the exile site cheered for the warden’s victory.

“That’s a shame!”

Mi Se-pa, who shouted as if he was in a good mood, got on his horse and grabbed the reins.

“What are you doing? Take the criminal into custody and send him to the Eighth Torment Island!”

“Yes!!”

The administrators took the criminal into custody and sent him to the Eighth Torment Island, and Mi Se-pa turned his horse and rode above the sky of Geonwonhae.

Soon, at the eastern end of Sugye.

When he reached Dongryeol and returned to his residence, a magnificent house and female immortals welcomed him.

Mi Se-pa hugged the naked women in his arms and engaged in affectionate behavior.

When he entered the bedroom, there was a bath, women, and a feast and alcohol prepared, and Mi Se-pa took off his clothes and entered the bath as if it were routine.

The female immortals washed his body and fed him refreshments and alcohol, so this was paradise.

“Warden. I told them that I had taken the criminal sent to the Eighth Torment Island into custody, and the Geum Clan sent all kinds of silk and ingots.”

“Tell them I will use them gratefully.”

The criminal who had been taken into custody on the Eighth Torment Island due to the bet was actually the Geum Clan’s mortal enemy, and he had been bribed to send him to the Eighth Torment Island on purpose.

“I’m still not sure if this is right. What if it gets to my father’s ears….”

At the subordinate’s addition, Mi Se-pa shook his head.

“I’m the second son of the Mi Clan anyway. My brother will inherit the family and become the head of the family, and I don’t have big dreams for a government position, so I’m satisfied with living like this. With our family’s fairies here.”

When he hugged the women in the bath, they splashed water, screaming.

As they laughed and joked together, the alcohol that the fairy was holding spilled on Mi Se-pa’s face.

“Oh, I, I’m sorry….”

“You wench, should I send you to the Eighth Torment Island too?”

Suddenly, he became angry, and the female immortal’s face turned pale.

“You dared to spill alcohol on my beautiful face, so I’ll send you to a paradise even worse than the Eighth Torment Island!!”

He hugged the female immortal and caressed her with rough hands.

A sensual moan began in the bath, and the faces of the others turned red.

“Haa….”

The subordinate sighed at the sight of him indulging in women.

He wasn’t originally like that.

He was promoted to High Immortal at a young age and received the title of Geumbu Najang, but he said that there was no more important position than this.

The bet also didn’t start badly.

In a fight between families, one family was destroyed, and female immortals were forcibly violated.

The trial held in the Water Palace was not good, so the criminals who received a somewhat minor punishment were persuaded to make a bet.

The winner was Mi Se-pa.

The criminal, who should have been placed on the First Torment Island with the power of the family, headed to the Sixth Torment Island.

He realized that those who should have paid for their crimes were receiving somewhat light punishments due to the family’s backing.

The warden used his family’s power to directly punish the criminals who should have paid for their crimes.

After that.

One of the female immortals from the destroyed family asked him to send a criminal to the Eighth Torment Island in exchange for herself, and that was the beginning.

The warden hesitated but accepted the offer, and the criminal went to the Eighth Torment Island.

He was worried that someone would know that he had sent him to the Eighth Torment Island at will, but years passed without being caught. Then, at some point, he realized.

‘No one cares.’

Exile sites and the like.

It was a place that no one cared about, whether it was in the Water Palace or anywhere else.

No one cares whether they send a criminal from the First Torment Island to the Eighth Torment Island.

Unless they are descendants of great families, it doesn’t matter what they do to the criminals.

Why?

Because they are all criminals.

Who in Sugye would care about criminals? They are too busy making a living and working for their families to care about criminals far away.

“Ah….”

Mi Se-pa realized the futility and that he was also the same as this exile site.

“It’s not fun.”

No matter what he does.

No matter what he does.

The world doesn’t care, and the Suseons of the Water Palace and the family don’t know.

It’s a remote place, a remote island.

There’s no way they would know.

They don’t want to know.

That’s when it started.

Mi Se-pa began to bet with criminals for fun and indulge in pleasure.

Mi Se-pa, who had indulged in women all night, fell asleep feeling the scent of the women’s flesh.

Soon, the time for dawn was approaching.

But he didn’t get up.

It doesn’t matter whether he goes to work early in the morning or late at night. It’s natural because he’s like a king here.

He gets up when he wants to get up, sleeps when he wants to sleep, and grabs any woman when his lust is aroused.

It’s a life no different from a rogue who lives as he pleases.

Mi Se-pa, who is satisfied with such a life, closed his eyes again and buried his face in the woman’s skin.

But that was then.

Kwaaaaaang!!

“Huk, wh, what!”

Suddenly, a huge roar began to echo from somewhere.

It seemed to be coming from very far away, but strangely, it hurt his ears.

“What’s going on!”

When Mi Se-pa shouted nervously, his subordinate rushed in and said.

“It’s, it’s a roar echoing from the Eighth Torment Island! We haven’t yet figured out what’s going on!!”

“The Eighth Torment Island? Aren’t the criminals on the Eighth Torment Island all in full confinement? There’s no one there who can make such a roar….”

He was about to say that, but then he realized something.

“Is it the criminal who was taken into custody on the Eighth Torment Island yesterday?”

“I think so. They are not originally subject to the Eighth Torment Island, so there are no cuffs assigned for full confinement….”

Mi Se-pa pressed his temples as if he had a headache.

“I have no choice….”

I have no choice but to go.