Disciple Of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 2

‘He really did it…!’

The Three Kings, once called the overlords of the world.

‘I thought it was impossible…’

Even they thought it was impossible, a task they undertook with only a sliver of hope.

Lee Rowoon succeeded, containing chaos within his own body.

‘Rowoon!’

As Rowoon collapsed, the Demon King reached out with a dark hand to catch him.

‘I’m sleepy…’

His eyes were half-closed, looking like he would fall into a deep slumber and lose consciousness at any moment.

‘It’s the influence of chaos. Now that chaos has entered your body, your soul is resisting its power, consuming all your mental strength.’

‘From now on… sleep will always overwhelm you.’

Endless drowsiness, that was one of the prices for containing chaos.

Rowoon shook off the Demon King’s hand and stood up straight.

His head was throbbing, and he wanted to give in and fall asleep.

‘But if you fall into slumber… chaos will awaken.’

Even though he succeeded in sealing it, it wasn’t over yet.

The moment Rowoon’s consciousness faded, chaos would awaken and descend.

From now on.

‘You have become someone who can never sleep peacefully.’

The Sword King said in a low, subdued voice.

‘I expected as much, Masters.’

Rowoon smiled faintly with sleepy eyes.

‘So…’

Rowoon continued.

‘Do what you want to do, Masters.’

‘……!’

At Rowoon’s words, the Three Kings simultaneously raised their eyes.

‘You… you knew?’

The Martial King asked.

‘Did you think I was an idiot, Masters? The sealing of chaos, it couldn’t possibly end with just that.’

The Three Kings, Rowoon’s masters, desired one thing.

Not the sealing of chaos, but its complete destruction.

To contain chaos within the body.

‘Kill me.’

‘……!’

To annihilate the sealed chaos along with the body.

‘Did you think I wouldn’t know? That’s why you didn’t ask my name for nearly a hundred years.’

They were worried that they might grow attached and be unable to kill him at the last moment.

That was why the masters hadn’t even asked his name.

‘…You knew?’

The Demon King said with a regretful voice.

‘And yet you cooperated with us?’

The Sword King said with a sigh.

‘I was someone who had been betrayed by everyone and had nothing left.’

There was no way he could easily trust anyone.

‘At first, I was full of doubt, but through your teachings, I learned the truth. But later…’

He grinned.

Rowoon smiled faintly.

‘I just wanted to help the masters who were so kind to me. I thought I would never feel anyone’s warmth or affection again.’

That was why, even though he knew their plan, he worked hard for them.

‘It’s the only thing I can do for you.’

He would give his life for his masters’ long-cherished wish.

That was the only way he could repay the masters who had once again made him feel warmth.

Rowoon opened his chest defenselessly and closed his eyes.

‘If you don’t kill me now, I’ll fall asleep soon. But…’

A slightly opened eye.

‘At least tell me your names before I go.’

He wouldn’t be able to take revenge.

But after a hundred years, his desire for revenge had withered away.

Instead, he was filled with a sense of fulfillment, and he only wanted to die with that feeling.

‘Shin… Yeoul.’

The Martial King’s name.

‘Siegheart von Demian.’

The Sword King’s name.

‘Verzena.’

The Demon King’s name.

Now, he had no more regrets.

There were times when he thought about the days he spent with his masters, but more than that, he wanted to free them from this bondage.

‘It’s been three thousand years since we’ve been waiting for a new vessel here,’

As his masters had said, they wouldn’t be free from bondage until chaos was destroyed.

So.

‘Rowoon, I will die here now for the sake of my masters.’

I will die.

He completely closed his eyes, biting his lip to fight off the drowsiness.

It was a death he had thought about dozens, hundreds of times, but it was true that he felt regret.

‘Rowoon.’

The resolute voices of the Three Kings.

‘You will not die here.’

‘……!’

Rowoon opened his eyes at his masters’ voices.

***

‘At first, it was as you said. We intended to destroy chaos by sealing it in your body and then annihilating you.’

The Demon King, Verzena, said.

‘But…’

Seeing the complex expression of Verzena, who was the most unique and mysterious of his masters, made him feel strange.

In the end, instead of her, who couldn’t finish her sentence, the Martial King, Shin Yeoul, answered.

‘You are our disciple, our child.’

‘……’

‘Our conclusion is that we cannot kill you with our own hands.’

‘But if that happens, your long-cherished wish will never be fulfilled.’

‘No, we found a way.’

Verzena said.

‘The three of us were also vessels of chaos, we have enough qualifications to contain it.’

‘Don’t tell me…!’

‘Yes. That’s exactly it.’

The Demon King smiled.

‘The three of us will divide and seal your chaos.’

‘Is that even possible?’

‘Who do you think I am?’

The Demon King Verzena’s voice changed.

She was the one who reached the pinnacle of magic, the progenitor of magic, the Death Emperor, the god-slayer who killed a god of the world and stole its divinity.

‘It’s possible.’

‘It is possible.’

‘It would be difficult to divide and seal chaos itself, but the chaos in the body of our disciple, who has inherited our progress, is definitely possible.’

The Three Kings were smiling at Rowoon.

‘We can’t let our disciple bear everything alone.’

‘We will divide and contain the chaos.’

‘And we will keep our promise.’

A promise his masters had made a long time ago.

‘Revenge.’

They had told him to take revenge with his own hands.

‘That kind of thing…’

He wasn’t even interested in it anymore.

‘If we divide and seal the chaos, the dimension we belong to will break and disappear. The three of us will be scattered and sealed deep within the world, and you will return to your original place.’

‘You will lose all the power you have. If you return with your power intact, the world won’t be able to handle it.’

‘Rowoon’s power will also be divided with the chaos and sealed with us.’

How strong was he now?

He had never thought about it.

But before, the Martial King had said.

‘I shattered a continent, the Sword King split the sky, and the Demon King ruled the world.’

And Rowoon, their disciple, I.

‘Inherited everything from those three.’

So, he could understand his masters’ words.

‘But that doesn’t mean you’ll lose everything. Our essence will be contained within you, and if you train and practice a little, no one in the world will be able to oppose you.’

But Rowoon wasn’t listening to any of that.

‘If…’

Rowoon said, fighting off the drowsiness.

‘What will happen if I find you, Masters?’

His masters would escape the dimension of chaos and return to the world.

‘You’ll have to… kill us.’

The Three Kings, containing chaos, if they were to awaken, the aftermath would be beyond description.

‘Disciple.’

‘My successor.’

‘Rowoon.’

The Three Kings stood up from their seats, surrounding Rowoon and reaching out their hands.

‘Never, ever think about finding us.’

Before Rowoon could say anything, an unbearable drowsiness overwhelmed him.

That was.

‘The last image of my masters.’

***

‘Hey, you bastard, where are you sleeping on the job!’

A loud shout.

Swoosh!

Along with the sound of the wind being cut.

Thud!

A dull thud echoed through the cave.

‘Wha, blocked it?’

The man who had shouted was now speaking in a flustered voice.

The fist he had thrown without hesitation was caught in the other’s palm and wouldn’t move.

Even though he seemed to be dozing off with his eyes closed, the other had blocked the man’s fist without even looking.

Slowly, his eyes opened.

‘Where is this…’

The man who opened his eyes looked around, and then he saw the owner of the fist he was holding.

‘The supervisor?’

The man who opened his eyes was named Rowoon.

He was calmly assessing the situation without panicking.

He remembered everything up to the point where his three masters had surrounded him and unleashed their power.

‘I am…’

So, he knew.

‘I’m back.’

A memory that had become distant after a hundred years.

Memories he thought he had forgotten were vividly returning.

‘The monster corpse disposal site of the Hwasan Guild.’

It was the place where he had spent five years as a slave, experiencing every humiliation a human could endure.

He also remembered the man in front of him.

‘Supervisor Cheol Taemin.’

A man with a vicious personality, who treated the workers at the monster corpse disposal site like slaves.

If he didn’t like something, he wouldn’t hesitate to whip them, and the number of workers who had died at his hands had exceeded double digits.

The next thing Rowoon checked was his own physical condition.

‘Status window.’

The most accurate way to measure a player’s power.

‘As expected, it’s not appearing.’

But the status window didn’t appear in front of him, who had lost his player’s power.

Even without the status window, Rowoon could check his own condition.

His nearly hundred years of learning hadn’t disappeared in an instant.

‘I can’t feel any of the inner energy that was filling my dantian [energy center], the circles that adorned my chest are gone, and the darkness that filled my bones and soul is gone too.’

A body that felt like nothing, as if the hundred years had all been a dream.

‘Is this… chaos?’

If he hadn’t seen the pitch-black power he felt near his solar plexus [area near the stomach], he would have thought that everything was a dream he had because he had gone crazy.

For now, this was enough to confirm.

‘Y-you bastard! How dare you block my fist!’

Cheol Taemin shouted in anger again and was about to throw another punch when.

Swoosh.

Rowoon lightly released the hand that had been gripping Cheol Taemin’s fist.

The fist that had been exerting all its strength suddenly moved forward, and Cheol Taemin, who had been throwing another punch, ended up.

Thud!

Rolling on the filthy floor of the corpse disposal site.

‘Y-y-you!’

Cheol Taemin, rolling on the floor, let out a sound that was a mix of a scream and a shout, and finally pulled out his whip.

‘You crazy bastard, you must be dying to die today!’

He couldn’t be sure since he had lost his player’s power, but Rowoon knew that Cheol Taemin’s level was only level 5.

He was just a beginner player, but he was a powerful figure that the workers at the monster corpse disposal site could never defeat.

He seemed to have lost his mind at the fact that he had been humiliated by a worker he considered a slave.

‘The whip is dangerous.’

Moreover, he had the mark of a slave on him.

It was a fight he could never win.

‘If it were the old me.’

Swoosh!

The whip flew through the air, and Rowoon tilted his body, feeling the sign of the wind being cut.

Whack!

The whip hit the floor uselessly.

Rowoon, not missing the opportunity, stood right in front of Cheol Taemin and stared into his eyes.

‘U-u-ugh!’

Right now, he had no inner energy, no circles, and no darkness.

He had chaos, but it was a power that he could never use and shouldn’t use.

But was he no different from a powerless slave?

‘That can’t be.’

His master, the Martial King, had always said.

‘Even a peasant can easily subdue a low-level martial artist if they can control their killing intent. Killing intent is ultimately a manifestation of mental strength and will.’

Looking into Cheol Taemin’s eyes, he imagined.

He imagined the sight of the man being torn to pieces by his hands, the sight of him begging for his life while he crushed the man’s neck.

‘G-g-grrr!’

The result was that the man couldn’t handle the killing intent emanating from Rowoon and fainted.

Violence breeds resistance.

But fear is something that is engraved deep in the bones.

From now on, Cheol Taemin would have a hard time even looking him in the eye.

At least.

‘A monster corpse disposal site… not a bad place to find power.’

Until he crushed the man with one finger.

The monster corpse disposal site, a place where corpses and blood were constantly supplied.

‘Blood Demon Divine Art.’