Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 118

The Three Kings’ Disciple (119)

118

‘You beggar.’

Those two words brought a strange silence, as if time itself had stopped.

“……”

Among them, Geumgae stood out.

His face was as stiff as ice.

The one taboo when dealing with the Beggars’ Guild was calling them beggars.

Swoosh.

Just as Geumgae’s warriors and Eunha’s warriors were about to clash, Geumgae raised his hand to stop them.

As if nothing had happened, a smile spread across Geumgae’s face.

“……That’s more like it.”

A laughing voice.

“That’s the kind of thing that would get Cheong In-woo’s attention.”

Geumgae already knew about the man called Black Dog Lord, Lee Rowan, so he could say that.

“But you know.”

He pushed aside the parasol that had been shielding him from the scorching sun and spoke.

His voice was smiling, but his eyes were not.

“It’s best to understand the situation clearly, Black Dog Lord.”

His eyes seemed to burn.

“There are one thousand of Geumgae’s warriors.”

Thud!

At Geumgae’s words, the warriors wearing Geumgae’s uniform stepped forward.

“And two thousand ronin [masterless samurai].”

Swoosh.

They stood in different stances, surrounding Eunha and Geumgae.

The total number of Geumgae’s forces was three thousand.

“Looks like you’ve prepared an escape route.”

The hill rising behind Eunha.

“Those morons who took Geumgae’s money are coming from that way.”

The guilds that had been swallowed up and replaced by Geumgae.

They were blocking Eunha’s retreat and coming up.

Their number totaled one thousand.

‘Four thousand.’

Everyone’s mouths dropped open at the enormous number.

Four thousand was the equivalent of two large guilds.

The kind of numbers that would only be mobilized in occasional power struggles were gathered here.

It hit them hard.

“This is insane…”

What kind of power Geumgae had, what kind of financial power he possessed.

“We’re all going to die…”

Numbers weren’t everything, but they couldn’t ignore that many people.

Moreover, at least two or three thousand of them were warriors.

With that kind of force, they could wipe out an entire faction.

“What are you going to do?”

Geumgae said to Lee Rowan.

Smirk.

The smile on Geumgae’s face was now nothing short of vicious.

He had completely cornered his opponent and fully displayed his power.

Based on his experience so far.

“Are you all going to die here?”

No one wanted to go any further.

“Or I can make you an offer.”

Geumgae always gave his opponents a way to escape.

“Black Dog Lord. I want you.”

“………”

“I don’t even need Eunha. If only you become my subordinate, Geumgae will withdraw all his forces from Gyeonggi Province.”

From the beginning, what Geumgae was aiming for was not Eunha, but Lee Rowan within it.

High-level information that even Geumgae couldn’t clearly judge.

‘The Black Lion King has found his master.’

Black Lion, a massive force that divided the Beggars’ Guild and the darkness of Asia.

An unbelievable rumor that their king had found a new master to serve.

As a result of pouring all his financial power into that rumor and information, Geumgae was able to make one unbelievable assumption.

In the small land of South Korea, a martial arts guild was just now stretching its wings.

‘Eunha.’

That’s where the Black Lion King’s master was, and that person was highly likely to be a guild member who was treated specially even within Eunha.

“How about it? Seeing your precious home called Eunha destroyed…”

Lee Rowan.

“You beggar. You talk too much.”

Finally, Lee Rowan stood up, scratching his ear with one hand and smiling.

“You think all of them are on your side?”

The smile disappeared from Geumgae’s face.

Such a confident attitude.

If it were anyone else, he would have thought it was just a desperate act of defiance or that they had gone mad, but that man was the Black Dog Lord.

At the same time.

‘Black Lion King.’

He was also the master of the Black Lion King.

‘I’ve grasped the movements of the Black Lion. Eunha isn’t moving either. No one will come here.’

Geumgae was trying to figure out Lee Rowan’s moves.

“I can hear your gears turning all the way over here, you golden beggar. Take a good look.”

Swoosh.

“Those guys aren’t on your side.”

Only then did Geumgae’s gaze turn.

And his eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe it.

There was no change between Eunha’s warriors and Geumgae’s warriors.

The change was.

Step, step.

It was from within the ronin who had surrounded Geumgae and Eunha.

“Ma…”

An old man walked out leisurely from among the ronin.

Seeing the old man, a player shouted.

“Maegumho!”

Maegumho, the most highly regarded ronin in South Korea.

A ronin who had been famous from the start had suddenly begun to gather forces since Eunha’s rise, and had many ronin under his command.

Ronin who made money by selling their swords.

The one who received loyalty that surpassed financial power from them.

That was Maegumho.

“Wang Yeo-il!”

It was Wang Yeo-il.

Wang Yeo-il approached between Geumgae and Lee Rowan.

Ignoring Geumgae’s unbelievable gaze, Wang Yeo-il turned his head and looked at Lee Rowan.

“What are you doing?”

Geumgae’s voice towards him.

“I would have given you as much money as you wanted, wouldn’t I?”

Ronin who made a living by selling their swords.

He had said he would give them as much money as they wanted.

Even so.

Step.

Wang Yeo-il was walking towards Lee Rowan, not Geumgae.

“Geumgae.”

Wang Yeo-il’s heavy and fierce voice echoed.

“Don’t you know that there are things that cannot be bought with money?”

“……What?”

With those words, Wang Yeo-il, who had arrived in front of Lee Rowan, bowed his head.

“Maegumho, Wang Yeo-il. I have arrived at the call of my lord.”

He immediately turned his back and raised his sword.

Raising his sword, which he had sold for petty cash until this moment.

“All ronin, listen up-! We all stand on Eunha’s side!”

He declared that their swords would no longer be sold for petty cash.

Thud!

A sound that seemed to shake the earth.

The ronin answered by stomping their feet, as was their custom.

At that moment, Geumgae’s forces went from four thousand to two thousand.

***

“H-how is this happening?”

Confusion at the sudden situation.

The ronin who were thought to be on Geumgae’s side had suddenly turned and sided with Eunha.

They had surrounded both Geumgae and Eunha, but now they were only directing their killing intent towards Geumgae.

‘Wang Yeo-il.’

A ronin that Lee Rowan had accepted when he was recruiting new cultists in the past.

He was consolidating his position among the ronin.

Lee Rowan accepted Wang Yeo-il and the ronin as new Blood Cultists.

And when the time came, he released them into the world.

This was it.

“It’s been a while.”

That was the result.

“It is all thanks to our lord.”

Reports he had heard from time to time.

Wang Yeo-il learned the Blood Arts and increased his mastery of them.

He was already a decent martial artist, but he finally broke through the wall.

“Though it is insufficient, I have achieved something.”

He had reached the realm of the Profound.

His and the ronin’s role was not just that.

“Also, though it is insufficient…”

Wang Yeo-il’s eyes, as if he were growing younger, shone.

“I have selected those who will be of help to our lord.”

“For someone who did that, you came with the golden beggar’s kids?”

“They said they’d take us for free, so how could I refuse?”

“Good mindset.”

Wang Yeo-il had taken the ronin scattered throughout South Korea under his command.

Ronin who made a living by selling their swords.

But they didn’t sell their swords to make a living.

‘Home.’

They had nowhere to go, no place to settle, so they sold their swords to survive.

If they had a place to rely on, those who had lost their world and been abandoned.

“We will be of help to our lord.”

They would become people who could no longer be called ronin.

Wang Yeo-il, who had stepped aside, stood next to Lee Rowan.

“Thank you.”

Lee Rowan’s voice towards Geumgae.

“Thanks to you, they came comfortably?”

Clench.

Geumgae clenched his teeth, unlike his usual self.

“And those guys who were supposed to come from behind…”

Boom!

An explosion from afar.

Seeing the rising dust, Geumgae once again widened his eyes.

“They probably won’t be able to come.”

There were others to deal with them.

“Baran…is it?”

Baran, a guild under Eunha.

Geumgae’s brow furrowed even more.

“Are they crazy?”

A voice filled with sincerity.

“I promised them a huge amount of wealth in exchange for betraying Eunha, but they gave that up and sided with Eunha?”

That was also why Geumgae was so confident.

With the intention of attacking Eunha, Geumgae had naturally reached out to Baran as well.

The money he had spent contacting Baran was enough to hire hundreds of ronin for a year, and he had promised them benefits that a mere player guild in South Korea could not even imagine if they betrayed Eunha and remained silent.

It wasn’t a sloppy job.

The guild leader, Choi Yu-ran, was absent, and the acting guild leader might have some loyalty to Eunha.

“This is absurd.”

His staff had personally met with the executives and guild members below them and had each been won over.

“I heard they’re using the gifts well.”

But they had abandoned all of that.

Clench!

The value that Geumgae had been thinking of.

“It’s absurd that a beggar is throwing money around.”

It was the moment when financial power collapsed.

“You beggar.”

Lee Rowan stepped forward and said.

“The laws of the world have changed. You guys should know that best.”

The world they had invaded.

The era of superhumans had arrived.

The martial artists who had trampled and plundered everything with power were trying to follow the laws of the Earth.

It was ironic, like a beggar using money to dominate the world.

“Something that surpasses financial power…”

Geumgae muttered as if he were possessed by something.

“Yes. Overwhelming power.”

A smile was erased, and his face was distorted like a demon.

“You’re saying you have that power?”

“Didn’t you see it?”

Pfft.

Geumgae smiled again.

“If you thought I was only relying on financial power, you’re mistaken.”

Even though there was no wind, the golden dragon robe that Geumgae was wearing fluttered.

“It’s just for fun. To dominate their world with their laws.”

That was why Geumgae used financial power.

A way to trample even the opponent’s heart.

And also.

“I agree with you, Black Lion King.”

The title he had been calling him, Black Dog Lord, had changed to Black Lion King.

Now, without a shred of doubt, he acknowledged Lee Rowan as the master of the Black Lion King.

“Power is…”

“You beggar.”

Lee Rowan, who was not far from Geumgae, said to him.

“I’ll make you an offer too.”

Lee Rowan’s expression, as he interrupted Geumgae, was different from Geumgae’s face, which had changed a lot from the beginning.

Calm and languid, the same face as before.

“Die.”

Lee Rowan’s death sentence with that face was delivered.

In the slowing time, Geumgae widened his eyes as if he couldn’t believe it.

His head lowered, and at the same time, he brought his arms together.

But it was too late.

A black, writhing, burning fist of power.

Kwaaaang!

It hit Geumgae’s chest directly.

Time sped up again.

Geumgae’s body was floating up like a balloon full of gas.

While Geumgae’s bewildered warriors couldn’t move.

“Maegum Corps strikes the lord’s enemies-!”

Wang Yeo-il shouted and jumped into Geumgae’s formation with his sword.

“Eunha will help.”

Jeong Chi-soo led the warriors and threw himself into the melee.

Geumgae, who was being attacked from both the outside and the inside, seemed to have a predictable future.

“It’s time to catch a beggar.”

Lee Rowan said and looked up at the sky.

Geumgae, who had floated up.

Flutter!

He was fluttering his golden dragon robe and glaring at Lee Rowan with bloodshot eyes.

“It seems like the money wasn’t wasted after all.”

That golden dragon robe was clearly not just an ordinary item.