Descent Of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 687

‘I’m not going to die a natural death.’

Looking back, Jang Da-jing’s life wasn’t particularly dissatisfying.

Of course, he didn’t realize it at the time.

As a Chinese man living as an informant in Korea, it was hardly enjoyable. To be precise, it wasn’t that it was unenjoyable, but rather, it was unsatisfying.

Although his position was that of an informant, there wasn’t any specific information he needed to investigate. His superiors didn’t expect anything from him either. There wasn’t a real need to investigate, but it was also awkward to just leave the neighboring country alone, so Korea was a place where they sent useless guys who were picked at random.

Thanks to that, Jang Da-jing lived a very boring life.

All he did was respond to pointless time-killing tasks given by his boss, who couldn’t stand seeing idle people just loafing around.

At the time, he thought it was boring.

He wanted to dedicate himself to something more thrilling and responsible.

Looking back now…

‘What a stupid thought.’

Jang Da-jing covered his head.

Why didn’t he realize it? That time was heaven.

What? Thrill?

He was talking nonsense about eating thrills for breakfast.

Crash!

The sight of Chinese martial artists falling to the floor was the thrill. Jang Da-jing, who had fallen into the very center of the thrill he had so desired, had a very simple thought.

‘I want to go back!’

Why didn’t he realize it?

That it was a life of simple contentment.

The times have changed.

Ten years ago, there was a romantic idea of a heroic life, but that’s not the case now. Aren’t people trying to live their lives as stably as possible without any major crises?

Jang Da-jing used to look down on those people.

But now, it turned out that Jang Da-jing was the one who longed for that kind of life the most.

No danger, nothing to do, and a steady paycheck.

No company dinners, and guaranteed to leave work on time.

Where in the world is there a job like this?

It’s just that there’s no pension, but it’s not something to be jealous of compared to a civil servant. The pension part can be easily covered by the salary, which is incomparably higher than that of a civil servant.

If you were to ask him what the best job in the world is right now, he would unhesitatingly say it was his job as a Korean informant for the Hongwang Group before Bator appeared.

‘You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.’

Jang Da-jing’s eyes stung.

People don’t know how to be grateful for what they have, and yet, why was he so dissatisfied with such a divine job?

Why didn’t he realize back then how much happiness there was in having no crises in life?

If he had known then what he knows now, his life would have been ten times happier.

Regret is always too late, no matter how early it comes.

Anyway, as a result of abandoning that life of ‘simple contentment’ and choosing a life of value by assisting Bator…

“Kkeueueuek.”

The guy who fell in front of the table where Jang Da-jing was hiding foams at the mouth and rolls his eyes. Watching the foam slowly turn into bloody foam, Jang Da-jing rubbed his eyes.

‘I was crazy.’

They say life is a comedy when viewed from afar, but a tragedy when viewed up close.

The life he longed for looked cool when viewed from afar, but once he stepped inside, it was a complete mess.

‘Damn it, is it human to attack with weapons while someone is eating, you bastards!’

Even dogs don’t bother you when you’re eating, even dogs!

Okay, he could understand it if he tried. Even though this is China, they can’t completely ignore people’s eyes.

In the past, they could have pressured the public security [Chinese police] or the media to cover it up, but that’s not how things work now.

Even if it doesn’t appear in the media, it will spread on social media.

In an era where even beggars have smartphones, it was impossible to avoid cameras. Isn’t that why the current Chinese martial arts world is pushing for a complete social media censorship system?

Even though the politicians are taking the blame.

Anyway, to properly deal with someone, you have to completely block the surrounding eyes. Kang Jin-ho and Bator weren’t just some neighborhood thugs; they weren’t at a level that could be dealt with by dragging them into a secluded alley.

In that situation, a restaurant like this, standing alone in such an isolated place, would be the perfect place for an ambush.

He understands that. He understands, but…

‘But what kind of guts do these guys have to attack?’

Jang Da-jing cautiously poked his head out from behind the table.

Kooong!

At that moment, a person hit by Bator’s blow soared into the air, broke through the ceiling, and bounced out.

Jang Da-jing closed his eyes without realizing it and mourned for the person who had been flung out.

He must be dead.

Honestly, he should be dead, at that level.

This isn’t a cartoon; if he survives that, is he even human?

Of course, martial artists are tougher than ordinary people, but it’s not like a knife won’t go into a martial artist, and he can’t survive after being hit like that. Besides, the one who hit him was Bator…

“Hahahaha!”

Bator burst into loud laughter and swung his arm. It’s not even an attack that can be called martial arts. It’s just swinging his huge arm like a windmill with force.

Those who were hit by that nothing attack were helplessly falling.

What can they do?

Knives can pierce martial artists, but knives can’t pierce that man. Even if they put all their strength into a blow to his back, he would turn his head and say, ‘Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were there. If I had hit you a little softer, I might not have known you were there,’ and then kick them away.

It’s unreasonable.

That was really unreasonable.

It’s like being told to fight someone fully armored with a sponge sword.

“You rat bastards!”

Bator roared loudly and grabbed those who were trembling and unable to charge, throwing them away. People flew around like cannonballs.

‘He’s like a human weapon.’

Even Zhang Fei [a famous general from the Three Kingdoms period] at the Battle of Changban wouldn’t have shown such divine power.

And…

‘Actually, those guys are more pitiful.’

At least Bator has some kind of image. He’s creating an image of a warrior showing invincible divine power in the middle of the charging enemies.

But those guys didn’t have that kind of grandeur.

Crack.

“Kkeureureuk……”

It’s neither a scream nor a groan.

It was the death rattle of a person whose neck and jaw were crushed in one blow.

‘Don’t change genres just because I turned my head!’

Until just now, it felt like watching a refreshing action movie, but just by changing the direction of his gaze, the genre of the movie changed to horror. This strange gap torments Jang Da-jing.

Bator’s surroundings were clean. He had flung away everyone he could grab, and bounced away everyone who got in the way of his fists. But Kang Jin-ho’s surroundings were full of fallen martial artists.

They were all unconscious, bleeding and collapsed. Thanks to that, the floor where Kang Jin-ho was standing had already created a pond of blood.

Splish.

The sound of stepping on blood every time he took a step was eerie.

“Ugh……”

Too many people had crowded into the small restaurant, so there wasn’t enough room to turn around. They knew they had to run away, but they couldn’t.

The fact that their backs were blocked, and the fear of what might happen the moment they turned their backs.

The rat bastards, who had created a dead end for themselves, could only roll their eyes as they watched the cat slowly approach.

Jang Da-jing sighed.

‘Is it really your fault?’

It’s definitely their fault for attacking without properly recognizing their opponent. But can it be said that it’s entirely their fault?

Humans are divided into classes, and they usually act according to their class. People who cause trouble in bars are usually thugs, and those who commit petty theft usually have financial problems.

Ah, of course, in Korea, it seems that the son of a conglomerate gets arrested for causing trouble in a bar, but that’s a very exceptional case. If there was a fault, it was that they didn’t know that the ringleader who caused a minor disturbance in a remote area of Sichuan was these people.

This is a matter of business ethics.

Even when creating a game, you don’t bring a boss to a low-level field, so what are they supposed to do when those kinds of people come to a remote mountain village and cause trouble in reality, which isn’t a game?

Jang Da-jing sincerely pitied them.

But that pity didn’t change the situation.

“Kkeueueuek.”

In less than ten minutes, those who had charged in with great momentum were all lying on the floor, resting comfortably.

Kang Jin-ho and Bator, not thinking that they had done anything particularly great, walked towards the table where Jang Da-jing was hiding with annoyed expressions.

“Come out.”

“…Yes.”

Jang Da-jing slowly came out from behind the table.

Then he flinched.

‘Wow, isn’t this a bit too much?’

Even though that mess had happened, the food on the table was completely undisturbed. It seems that they had fought while being careful not to let anything fly towards the table while smashing and bouncing the guys.

Should he say they’re amazing, or petty?

“Let’s eat.”

“…Huh?”

“We have to eat before we leave.”

Eat?

Food?

Jang Da-jing glanced around.

“Kkeueueuek.”

People with their limbs bent in bizarre directions were groaning in pain. Moreover, about half of them were bleeding profusely, as if something had been torn off.

The blood filling the floor was slowly creeping towards the table, which kept bothering him.

But what? Here?

Eat a meal?

How can you eat here, you crazy bastards!

“Why?”

“…Nothing.”

Stern rebukes burst out in his heart, but his mouth was as docile as could be.

‘Ah, it smells like some bastard pissed himself…’

A faint smell of urine wafted through the stench of blood. Jang Da-jing wanted to cry, but he didn’t show it and carefully picked up his chopsticks.

He has to eat to live. Yes, he has to eat to live.

But why does everything keep looking blurry since a while ago?

Jang Da-jing wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

“By the way, boss.”

Bator, who had stuffed a well-fried piece of chicken into his mouth, said to Kang Jin-ho.

“I don’t think we can do anything great by just beating up these trash as they come?”

“I agree.”

“It’s just a waste of time. I wish we knew where the boss is going at this point, what do you think?”

“Hmm…”

Kang Jin-ho took out his cell phone from his pocket.

“He’s not answering the phone.”

“…Try to connect somehow. If we keep going without knowing where we’re going, we’ll have to go back the way we came. People need to have a plan.”

“Hmm.”

Kang Jin-ho nodded as if he agreed. Then he found the contact and pressed the call button.

“By the way, where are you calling now?”

“It’s a bit difficult to explain. Should I call him a stubborn old man?”

“…Huh? An old man?”

Jang Da-jing slowly pushed the dried tofu into his mouth.

‘No seasoning needed, damn it.’

The smell of blood was so strong that it felt like he was eating tofu covered in blood. In the midst of all this, he was disgusted by the insensitivity of these two guys who were calmly talking and eating.

‘I need to escape as soon as possible.’

At least he needs to get out of China. That way, he can…

Ring.

At that moment, the sound of the phone connecting was heard.

Kang Jin-ho quickly took the phone away from his ear, switched to speakerphone, and placed it on the table.

“Why are you…”

Before Bator could finish his question, a huge voice erupted from the phone.

[Oh, Great Demon Lord!]

The urgency and magnificent power that could be felt even through the phone.

Bator’s face became strange, and Kang Jin-ho let out a soft sigh.

And Jang Da-jing…

‘Two is enough! Two is enough! Aaaah!’