Descent Of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 760

Kang Jin-ho was quickly getting his life back on track.

The events in China had nearly shattered his daily routine, but fortunately, China and Korea were separated by a border, and simply returning to Korea was enough to block most of the Chinese influence.

Of course, there was the side effect of the events in China resurfacing every time he saw the incoming fine dust, but that was something he could easily tolerate.

And so, Kang Jin-ho faced a problem that had always plagued him.

‘I have nothing to do.’

It was a dilemma.

Kang Jin-ho was the head of the General Assembly, but he was fundamentally someone who was far removed from practical matters.

Lee Joong-gul and Bang Jin-hoon were people who had grown up with practical experience.

That was why they knew how the General Assembly worked inside and out, could give appropriate instructions, and knew how to manage their subordinates.

However, Kang Jin-ho was someone who had simply seized the position of head of the General Assembly with his raw power.

He was called the head, but his practical skills were no better than a fresh college graduate. No, to be honest, they were probably better. At least the graduates had qualifications and had gone to college.

Kang Jin-ho’s resume consisted of half a year of college life, serving experience at his father’s cafe, and military service. Although his college was quite prestigious, there were plenty of talented people here who would scoff at his college degree.

So what could he do?

“……Is it going well?”

“We’re busy.”

“No, I’m just asking if it’s going well……”

“I said we’re busy!”

Kang Jin-ho became dejected.

When he wasn’t the head yet, Bang Jin-hoon and Lee Joong-gul had authority.

Whatever their abilities, whatever their goals, the mere fact that they held the position of head created an atmosphere of respect for them.

But now, Kang Jin-ho was… well!

‘Like a spare part.’

It might be blasphemous to use the expression ‘spare part’ for Kang Jin-ho, the head of the General Assembly and the leader of the Demonic Cult, but that was exactly his situation.

He couldn’t even express his dissatisfaction.

Lee Hyun-soo was running around like crazy, chewing on vitamins and supplements like they were iron bars.

He wanted to ask why he had to run around so much when he was an office worker, but he knew that the moment he asked, he would receive a look that said, ‘Goodness, how can someone be so clueless? How can someone like this be the head…?’

So, he couldn’t mess with Lee Hyun-soo.

The same went for Jang Min.

If Jang Min knew how Kang Jin-ho was feeling, he would try to comfort him by any means necessary, but Jang Min didn’t have the time to pay attention to someone like Kang Jin-ho.

In the first place, the Demonic Cult members had only lived in China. It was not easy for them to adapt after leaving China. Moreover, this was not a group tour. There were no convenience facilities or guides prepared for them.

Kang Jin-ho’s authority was suppressing their complaints, but minor accidents were constantly occurring.

Jang Min was solving the situation with fire in his eyes every time such an accident occurred. Sometimes he coaxed and soothed, sometimes he beat and kicked, and he constantly yelled whenever he felt like it.

“Ugh… you damn bastards!”

Jang Min was in agony. As anyone who has experienced it knows, comforting people, yelling at them, and beating them up is extremely draining. Aren’t parents with disobedient children afraid of the weekends?

Jang Min realized that the fact that he had been holed up in the mountains for so long waiting for the Demonic Lord might have been a blessing, not a hardship.

“I, I will never get married.”

He wanted to yell at him for talking about marriage at his age, but seeing Jang Min’s blank face, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

When Kang Jin-ho asked if there was anything he could help with, Jang Min vehemently refused, saying that he could not possibly ask the Demonic Lord to do such trivial things. He said it was okay several times, but Jang Min wouldn’t accept it, saying that the Demonic Lord’s authority reached the heavens.

Kang Jin-ho, reading the meaning in Jang Min’s eyes that said, ‘If you interfere, things will get more complicated, so please just stay still,’ just tapped the floor.

‘I’m useless.’

In the past, when he was the leader of the Demonic Cult, Kang Jin-ho didn’t bother to find his own work.

He simply reigned.

To put it nicely, he reigned, but to put it plainly, most of the work was done by Chungma, and he just sat on the throne and acted arrogant, or lay around in his room, and spent the rest of his time training or drinking.

In today’s terms, he would be a loafer, and in those days, he would be a free spirit.

He didn’t think it was wrong at the time. Because all the guys who were leaders before him were all loafers.

The Demonic Cult at the time was a group of men so tough that even Italian mobsters would be considered cute. How could a leader, who was considered a real man among such men, get involved in trivial matters? That was the job of the military advisors called ‘Manoe’ [military strategists or advisors].

The leader simply pursued his own strength, and when something big happened, he would step up and beat the crap out of anyone who was a threat.

But it wasn’t like that in modern times.

The leaders he had seen… Hwang Jung-hoo, Lee Joong-gul, Bang Jin-hoon, and Kim Seok-il were all hands-on leaders. They set the direction of the organization themselves and didn’t hesitate to run themselves to achieve that direction.

So Kang Jin-ho had to change. He had to change, but…

‘I don’t know what to do.’

There are two types of bosses in the world.

All bosses tell their subordinates what to do, but bosses who give instructions with a clear plan and blueprint of what they can do themselves are respected, while bosses who just throw out tasks they can’t do themselves and only interfere from the sidelines become immortal beings who don’t die from the curses they receive.

Even if their physical life ends and they go into a coffin, they will receive the punishment of living forever as a topic of conversation among those who know their actions.

Kang Jin-ho had no desire to become an immortal being. He had already lived a life that was more than enough. Even this life couldn’t go on forever.

So what could he say?

He didn’t know how things were going, so he had nothing to do but make a few comments and act like he was doing something.

‘I need to learn some practical skills……’

Kang Jin-ho was realizing that if everyone around him was full of passion, it was hard to just sit around and do nothing.

“Ugh!”

At that moment, the door opened and Bator entered.

Kang Jin-ho was delighted. Then, Bator looked at Kang Jin-ho with a strange light in his eyes.

“Master? Why is Master here? What about the head’s office?”

Kang Jin-ho, who was occupying Lee Hyun-soo’s office sofa because he had nothing to do and was bored, couldn’t say anything. He had his reasons, but they weren’t something a sane person would say out loud.

“It just happened.”

“Hmm, you’re idle.”

Bator’s blunt words stabbed Kang Jin-ho’s heart.

Idle…….

While everyone in the General Assembly was busy, only Kang Jin-ho was idle.

“You don’t have anything to do either, do you?”

“Huh?”

Bator, who had plopped down and was proving that the sofa was a luxury item by not breaking under his weight, raised his head in disbelief.

“Master.”

“Yeah?”

“Next time, when you give me a task, please think a little more… no, just consider it a little more.”

What he really wanted to say was, ‘Think before you give me a task.’ It was an extremely rude thing to say, but Kang Jin-ho didn’t want to blame Bator. He was even a little touched that Bator was talking to a bum like him.

“……Is something wrong?”

“Jang Min! Jang Min! Don’t leave the responsibility to that old man!”

“Why?”

“That old man is also a Demonic Cult member! A crazy Demonic Cult member!”

“……What happened?”

“Shouldn’t people have common sense? What did you entrust to a guy who beats the crap out of people who are looking for the bathroom and tells them not to come out of their rooms?”

“It’s a good thing I found out in time, otherwise the dorm would have been a mess……”

“That’s enough.”

He didn’t want to hear anymore.

It was a mistake not to realize the true nature of Jang Min, who he had thought was a reasonable person among the Demonic Cult members. Well, the fact that someone is reasonable among the Demonic Cult members doesn’t mean they are normal. It was like that in the past, and the Demonic Cult would continue to be the Demonic Cult.

“So, so?”

“I’m solving the problems one by one. The Demonic Cult elders are causing too much trouble, so the General Assembly is also having problems. Wiggins is running around like crazy trying to mediate.”

“You’ve worked hard……”

Kang Jin-ho turned his head slightly, looking at Bator’s dissatisfied face.

“Is it even human to accept this many people at once without any countermeasures, Master?”

“You also agreed to it.”

“I thought there would be at least minimal preparation!”

Kang Jin-ho clicked his tongue.

Minimal preparation?

Of course, they had made minimal preparations. The problem was that the minimal preparations weren’t as good as Kang Jin-ho had thought. The person who should have made those minimal preparations was now eating convenience store sausages and giving instructions while juggling five cell phones.

It wouldn’t be human to ask why he hadn’t prepared properly after seeing that.

Kang Jin-ho was a Demonic Cult member, but he still wanted to retain his human identity.

“But why are you here instead of resting at home?”

The word ‘loitering’ was a little annoying… but it was true. No, it was even more annoying because it was true. Isn’t the most painful thing to the heart a fact, not a knife?

“It’s a little… hard to be at home.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t call and was away from home for about a week……”

Bator looked at Kang Jin-ho without saying anything.

His eyes were saying too much. Too much…….

Feeling his dignity as a human being slightly crumble, Kang Jin-ho took out a cigarette.

‘I need to learn how to work.’

Then at least he wouldn’t get these looks.

While he was wondering if asking to be taught how to work would only add to Lee Hyun-soo’s workload, or if he should summon Jo Gyu-min, who would be free now that things had calmed down, the cell phone in his pocket started ringing.

“Huh?”

It was an unknown number.

He was about to hang up if it was spam, but the number was a cell phone number. Kang Jin-ho answered the phone.

“Hello?”

[Kang Jin-ho?]

Kang Jin-ho frowned slightly.

‘Chinese?’

The voice on the other end was speaking in Chinese. It had a Chinese accent.

Then who?

“Who is this?”

The voice that came after that made Kang Jin-ho a little stiff.

[I don’t know if you know my name. It’s Chai Ke-chang.]