Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 492

Choi Dong-hyuk was an ordinary office worker.

The company he worked for was a very typical trading company. The problem was that the country he had to deal with was China, and China was a bizarre collection of all the world’s problems.

In China, all sorts of things that couldn’t happen in common sense happened. All sorts of things that Choi Dong-hyuk, who had lived as an ordinary Korean, could not accept.

What is the mission of a trading company employee?

Depending on the company, there would be different answers, but the only thing Choi Dong-hyuk had to do was to somehow coax and persuade all the errors and unexpected events that deviated from the process specified in the manual to join the mainstream.

‘It’s easier said than done……’

This was a very harsh and terrible thing.

The biggest misconception of people living ordinary lives in Korea is that they believe that everyone in the world lives according to reasonable common sense and that they can communicate if they speak.

Once you leave Korea, the common sense you know is no longer common sense. Especially in China, which has recently been rising in influence with its rising sun-like momentum, this tendency was even more severe.

Chinese companies were under the protection of the Party, and sometimes even contracts were ignored. There are many extreme jobs in the world, but Choi Dong-hyuk thought that this job was by no means inferior to those extreme jobs.

Isn’t that the truth?

Since starting this job, he spends more nights sleeping in China than in Korea. If he was assigned to the Chinese branch, he might be able to live with the mindset that there isn’t much difference between Koreans and Chinese.

However, the job he was in charge of was to connect the Chinese branch and the Korean headquarters, and thanks to that, he was spending more nights sleeping on airplanes than in his bed.

That’s okay.

Yes, it could be like that.

To be frank, how many salaried workers live without such difficulties? If you want to get even a penny more, you have to work even an hour more, that’s the life of a salaried worker.

‘Still, this is a bit much!’

He could tolerate problems at work. What really made him unbearable were not the work itself, but the hassles that came from outside of work.

Like the air conditioner not working in the hotel he booked, or being asked for extra fees at a hotel that was supposed to have fixed prices.

The stress of having your sense of common sense violated was enormous.

It’s the same now.

“Can I have one more serving?”

The person sitting next to him had been making him uncomfortable for a while now.

He was currently sitting in first class. The president had generously booked him a first-class ticket this time because he had managed to coax a real pain in the neck and secure a huge contract.

‘I’d rather have that in cash.’

If he was given that money as a bonus, he wouldn’t complain even if he was told to return to Korea in the cargo hold instead of economy class. But this president, who knows the concept of welfare but doesn’t have the concept of a bonus in his head, often wastes money like this.

Still, it’s better to get something like this than nothing at all, so he didn’t really intend to complain, but…….

Choi Dong-hyuk covered his head.

Isn’t first class supposed to be a place for rich people?

Of course, he knew that not everyone with money was cultured and dignified. Korea alone had gone through several controversies over power abuse, so he couldn’t possibly still be caught up in such illusions.

But this was going too far.

Choi Dong-hyuk subtly turned his head to the side.

His eyes caught a truly massive physique. The broad shoulders and pulsating muscles made the large first-class seat look as narrow as an economy seat.

He seemed uncomfortable with the narrow space, constantly fidgeting.

But anyone could see that it wasn’t the seat that was narrow, but that his body was too huge.

Of course, he wasn’t complaining about the size of the person sitting next to him. He was a person who respected relativity. A body isn’t something you can grow just because you want to. So, he could understand the fact that the person next to him had an unusually large body.

But there was one thing he really couldn’t understand…….

‘Why is he shirtless, you crazy bastard!’

Why on earth was he shirtless on the plane? Would it be more uncomfortable to be squeezed into the plane seat if he was wearing thin clothes?

Thanks to that, Choi Dong-hyuk had no choice but to watch the muscles twitching next to him every time he opened his eyes.

How was he supposed to accept this?

Of course, that’s right.

Clothing is worn to protect the body and is a kind of fashion to express one’s individuality.

But no matter how he looked at it, that body didn’t need protection. Clothing made of fabric would look too weak to protect those overflowing muscles.

And fashion?

‘That body doesn’t need fashion.’

There would be no clothing that could express his presence more clearly than those muscles. In that sense, he wondered what clothing meant to that man, but shouldn’t clothing be worn for basic etiquette in the first place?

But whether the flight attendants of this airline were out of their minds, or whether he was out of his mind, no one was stopping him.

No, it wasn’t just that they weren’t stopping him, but it was obvious that they were fidgeting, afraid of offending the man.

‘I understand.’

Even he himself had been trying hard not to make eye contact with the man next to him since a while ago.

Look at that body. That’s not a human body. People sometimes say that the bodies of wild fighters are weapons, but if those people saw this guy, they would never say that again.

An AK-47 looks less dangerous than that body.

“One more serving.”

Choi Dong-hyuk sighed without realizing it.

The man with that weapon-like body had been eating more than 10 servings of in-flight meals since the plane took off.

He also wondered if in-flight meals were originally provided like this without limit, and he also wondered if 10 servings of food could easily fit into a person’s stomach.

‘Even though it’s China……’

China is a country with a vast land and a large population, so there are all kinds of strange people, but it would be rare to find a strange person like that. Moreover, it would be even rarer for such a strange person to have the financial means to ride in first class.

Choi Dong-hyuk began to seriously consider whether he should report this situation to a broadcasting station. A one-of-a-kind strange person was heading to Korea to set foot on Korean soil.

“Hmm.”

The man, who had devoured the newly provided in-flight meal in an instant, pushed the tray away as if satisfied.

“Would you like me to prepare more?” the flight attendant asked with a flustered face, and the man quietly shook his head.

“That’s enough for a snack.”

A snack?

Did that person just call that a snack?

“I’ll have a meal when I arrive. But is there no lamb prepared here?”

“I’m sorry. There is no dish with lamb on the menu……”

“That’s a shame. I wish I could have lamb on the way back.”

“It’s possible if you make a reservation in advance.”

Do they have to load a whole lamb?

Choi Dong-hyuk shook his head.

‘Let’s ignore it.’

If there was one lesson he had learned in China, it was that if you start getting swept away by other people, you end up losing yourself.

Choi Dong-hyuk put on his eye mask, thinking that perhaps the birthplace of tolerance was not France, but China.

“……I really don’t want to get involved.”

He knew that not paying attention to other people’s affairs was the best way to maintain inner peace. But if everyone could do that, the world would be full of saints, not this hellish chaos.

Choi Dong-hyuk, who had barely gotten off the plane and arrived at the immigration checkpoint, couldn’t help but witness an unexpected, or perhaps already expected, sight.

The man was standing there, rooted to the spot, at the entrance to the immigration checkpoint. Everyone else had already entered the checkpoint, but the man was just standing there with his arms crossed, as if he had no intention of going inside.

The airport security guards guarding the checkpoint were also looking at the man with tense faces.

They seemed like they wanted to tell him to go into the checkpoint, but looking at that body, they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything.

Well, yeah.

Even if he was a security guard, he wouldn’t have the courage to approach that person and tell him to go inside. The gas guns they were carrying were too weak to deal with that huge body.

“Um……”

But whether he was tired of the continued silence, or whether he was pushed by his superior who kept giving him the eye, one person eventually walked up to the man hesitantly and spoke to him.

“You can go inside.”

If you filmed this scene and uploaded it to the internet, Incheon Airport would probably gain the honor of being the most friendly airport in the world. Even if his great-great-grandfather came back to life, he wouldn’t be able to show such polite behavior.

“No. I’m not going in.”

But the man lightly waved his hand as if such politeness had nothing to do with him.

From this side, it looked like he was waving his hand, but the security guard who saw that hand coming towards his face probably experienced a slight death. Even if a bullet grazed right next to his face, it wouldn’t feel like this.

“B-but sir.”

Just as the security guard was about to say something, several people came running towards them from the other side.

Men in black suits and black sunglasses were running towards them, sweating profusely. They stopped right in front of the man, lined up, and bowed ninety degrees.

“We’re sorry! We got the arrival time wrong.”

“Hmm.”

“This way, please. We have a car prepared over there. Please go that way, Mr. Bator.”

“Hmm.”

The man nodded and turned his head to look at Choi Dong-hyuk.

Choi Dong-hyuk couldn’t help but flinch for a moment.

The eyes of the man called Bator were accurately tracking him.

“He’s the one who was lingering by my side, taking time out of his own schedule, worried that I might be in trouble.”

The men nodded vigorously.

It was originally their job to make sure he didn’t have any trouble. Although it wasn’t their intention, their ears heard this as, ‘Because you didn’t come, an innocent person was forced to waste his time trying to help me.’

“Compensate him.”

“Yes!”

Bator began to retrace the path he had come from, following the man in front. One of the men in suits, after confirming this, approached Choi Dong-hyuk and bowed deeply.

“Thank you.”

‘Korean?’

They had been speaking in Chinese as if it was natural, but they were speaking to Choi Dong-hyuk in fluent Korean.

“Please accept this, although it is small.”

The man took something out of his pocket and held it out.

Choi Dong-hyuk’s eyes widened as he saw what the man had offered.