Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 27

The Three Kings’ Disciple (28)

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Mage.

They were also called that among players who used magic, but in reality, those who were called that were different.

‘Einheart.’

A force that rivaled Eun, Einheart’s special humans.

One of the reasons why Einheart, which could be considered inferior in military strength, was not far behind Eun was the existence of these mages.

“I found a mage.”

Lee Rowoon had asked the Black Market King to find a mage.

“There are mages in the Black Market, but I don’t think that would be enough.”

Lee Rowoon had specified that he needed someone who could be used and discarded, or someone who could definitely be used, but who was also very knowledgeable about magic circles.

Also, the most important thing.

‘Not a magic-type player, but a circle mage.’

It was said that mages could be easily found in Einheart’s territory, but not in South Korea, which was Eun’s territory.

Einheart and Eun were currently at war, so if a mage who could only be seen in Einheart appeared here.

‘They’d be caught and killed immediately.’

Nevertheless, the value of a mage was significant.

There were mages in the large guilds located within Eun’s sphere of influence.

Of course, their treatment was not normal, but.

‘Even the Blood Cult doesn’t have that.’

There were people who called monsters ‘yokai’ [supernatural monsters] as elders, so what could they say?

“I found the ideal person who perfectly fits the Blood Demon’s request.”

Lee Rowoon was intrigued by the Black Market King’s confident assertion.

“I guess I know him.”

“…He’s definitely not someone to be taken lightly.”

The Black Market King, who had pursed his lips at Lee Rowoon’s words, said.

He had expected it.

The Black Market King knew his past.

‘Player Lee Rowoon.’

However, there were many aspects he couldn’t be sure of.

There would be nothing to find in his past as a slave, and much had changed with his two rebirths.

Even his fingerprints and teeth.

There was nothing that connected him to the past Lee Rowoon.

Just a hunch.

So, the Black Market King would want to confirm if Lee Rowoon was really the player Lee Rowoon.

There weren’t many mages he had a connection with.

Among them, there was one person who immediately came to mind.

“Bondenno?”

“That’s right.”

Lee Rowoon closed his eyes for a moment.

‘I thought he was dead.’

Indeed, the mage that the Black Market King had found was someone who had a connection with his past self.

A single spark in the memories of the distant past, the ashes.

“But there’s a problem.”

“A problem?”

The Black Market King nodded at Lee Rowoon’s words.

“Bondenno’s dungeon, Armo’s location, has been discovered.”

Flames flickered in Lee Rowoon’s eyes.

* * *

Ganghwa Island.

It was one of the three major guilds in South Korea, and it was also within the sphere of influence of the Haenam Guild, one of the top guilds in Eun’s forces.

Nearly a hundred people had gathered there.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

An old man with white hair said with a hearty fist salute.

“I am Yuk Sagul, one of the elders of the Haenam Sect.”

The people who had gathered murmured at the old man’s introduction.

“Oh! If it’s Yuk Sagul…”

“Isn’t he the Quick Sword!”

“We greet Elder Yuk Sagul!”

They returned the fist salute and bowed deeply.

They were also residents of Eun and martial artists.

The surrounding martial arts guilds had gathered at the call of the Haenam Guild.

They were cheering at the appearance of a big shot like Yuk Sagul.

However, not everyone was happy.

“……”

Some kept their mouths shut and just watched.

“Damn it. If he’s an elder, how much of a pain in the ass will he be?”

“What can we do? We have to do what they say.”

They were also guilds that were active in Ganghwa Island, Incheon, and Bucheon, which were within Haenam’s sphere of influence.

However, the difference between them and the others was.

“It’s noisy.”

“Where are these barbarians from?”

It meant that they were players belonging to player guilds.

“……”

The players closed their mouths at the words of the martial artists.

The world had changed.

People say.

‘If only I could become a player.’

They want to become players, gain superhuman powers, and amass great wealth.

They also want to stand out and gain fame.

They mistakenly believe that they can get all of those things if they become a player.

“Damn it.”

That’s all bullshit.

The guild leader of the Gyodong Guild, one of the four player guilds that had been called by the Haenam Guild, muttered a curse.

He thought that his life would change if he became a player like everyone else.

It wasn’t entirely wrong.

In fact, he had amassed more wealth and gained more fame than before he became a player.

But the reality was.

‘They’re just dogs.’

The residents of Eun never see players as equals.

Ordinary people are not discriminated against as commoners, but players are different.

‘Barbarians, butchers.’

It’s not even the Joseon Dynasty [historical Korean kingdom] anymore.

There was a reason why they despised players.

What is a martial artist?

‘Those who cultivate inner strength after long training and study to gain enlightenment.’

That’s what they said.

But players are.

“They only know how to beat up monsters, and they don’t even know their place.”

“But it’s a relief that their bodies are strong. Yes.”

“Do we have to take them with us this time?”

They just get stronger by hunting.

There were also players who trained by swinging their swords a hundred or a thousand times.

Even if they did that kind of training a hundred or a thousand times, their stats wouldn’t increase and no skills would be created.

It’s not that they don’t gain anything, but in the end, players had to grow by hunting something.

So, how would players look to those who call themselves martial artists?

‘Demons.’

They were no different from those who had learned demonic arts, whom they despised and claimed to have to kill.

In fact, when the world of Eun opened and mixed with Earth, martial artists hunted players, calling them members of the Demonic Cult.

Now, the Assembly is suppressing those martial artists, but the underlying contempt and humiliation have not disappeared.

And it will never disappear.

‘The Assembly is actually condoning it.’

The Assembly, the Martial Arts Association.

They were not only above the Player Association, but also the governing body of Eun that dominated all of Asia.

The Assembly never wants players to stand in front of martial artists.

Not now, and not in the future.

“In this subjugation, we will play the role of scouts. But! I have no doubt that we can wipe out all of those demonic forces ourselves!”

Yuk Sagul’s voice grew louder.

Separately from them, Kang Cheol-woo, the guild leader of the Gyodong Guild, who was in charge of the players this time, gathered the players and spoke.

“It’s as he said. I don’t know about wiping them out, but we’re the scouts this time.”

Scouts, meaning they would go first to gather information.

The reason why they were all summoned this time was one.

‘Armo.’

It was a mission to subjugate one of Einheart’s dungeons that had unfortunately appeared in South Korea, which was in Eun’s sphere of influence.

“The dungeon isn’t that big, and the dungeon members aren’t that high level overall.”

However, Kang Cheol-woo’s face soon contorted as he spoke.

“But we’ll have to do all the work. Don’t make any mistakes.”

Because we’re dogs.

Players.

In Einheart’s sphere of influence, they might not know, but in Eun’s sphere of influence, they were nothing more than slaves.

In the end, the shackles were just bigger, and the food given was more.

Nevertheless, it was a power that they could never resist.

The players had already submitted to that power.

“And…”

Kang Cheol-woo said, looking at one group of players.

“Was it called the Dark Shadow Guild?”

It was an unknown guild that had suddenly announced its participation just before the end of the subjugation call.

Originally, they wouldn’t accept outsiders they couldn’t trust in these kinds of subjugations, but.

‘Damn Haenam Guild.’

They said that they were people who had been hastily inserted by one of the high-ranking members of the Haenam Guild.

“Let’s not cause trouble among fellow dogs.”

“Understood.”

A voice that sounded somewhat suppressed.

Kang Cheol-woo shuddered as he looked at the black-haired man.

“Ahem. Anyway…”

Yuk Sagul’s long speech was coming to an end.

“Don’t die.”

* * *

The Armo subjugation force consisted of a total of one hundred people.

Sixty of them were martial artists, and forty were players.

The majority of the martial artists were at the top of the first-class to the peak level, and the level of the players was not low, so it was a force that could succeed in subjugation, not just scouting, as Yuk Sagul had said.

Moreover.

“The world of the damned demonic arts is disgusting.”

An old man stood at the front, holding a blue sword.

He was a master of the Hwagyung realm [a high level of martial arts mastery].

‘Hwagyung.’

In terms of players, it was a ranker that was given to only about ten thousand people in each sphere of influence.

Ten thousand may sound like a lot, but now that the world has changed and decades have passed, the number of players is close to hundreds of millions.

Ten thousand out of that is less than one percent, meaning they were a small number of strong people.

Since martial artists were rated one or two levels higher than players, it meant that Yuk Sagul was a strong person who could take on several rankers alone.

Woong.

A blue aura began to swirl around the sword he was holding.

Dungeon Armo.

The dungeons of Einheart’s mage forces often took the form of dungeons.

Therefore, even if the world was not large, it was known to be difficult.

A complex underground maze-like structure.

Sweeek!

As Yuk Sagul swung his sword horizontally, the sound of the air tearing rang out.

At the same time, the sword energy emitted from the sword he was holding struck the wall of the maze.

Koo-oong!

The wall collapsed as if a giant’s fist had punched through it.

“As expected of Haenam’s Sahae Parang Sword!”

“They say the Quick Sword’s swordsmanship is unparalleled!”

It was the Sahae Parang Sword, an ascending swordsmanship that only the direct descendants of the Haenam Guild could learn.

The maze wall, which could not be easily broken by magic, collapsed in one blow.

“Go ahead and check it out!”

As the order was given, Kang Cheol-woo and the players immediately began to move.

The moment they were about to go over the collapsed wall to see what was there.

Woo-woo-woo.

An ominous resonance rang out from all directions.

Puh-uh-uh-ung!

At the same time, hot heat and acrid smoke filled the area.

“Cough, cough.”

Some people coughed, but the martial artists soon released their qi [life force energy] and scattered the smoke.

“Kuh.”

The players groaned as if they had been injured by the direct hit of the explosion.

“You fools. Can’t you even avoid that one thing?”

Yuk Sagul’s annoyed voice pierced their ears.

“Don’t make a fuss and check if there are any other traps.”

Fortunately, no one had died.

Kang Cheol-woo gave potions to the injured and hurriedly looked around.

“N-no abnormalities.”

A low-voiced report followed, as if the inside had been shaken by the explosion.

“That’s a relief. Let’s move too.”

The martial artists moved only after confirming the safety of the players’ bodies.

“Hoo.”

Kang Cheol-woo looked at the players as he drank a potion himself.

“Are you okay?”

“How can we be okay…”

Burns and scorched wounds were visible everywhere from the explosion.

Kang Cheol-woo’s face contorted at the sight, but.

“Let’s rest here and move. Kang Cheol-woo, check the passage.”

Yuk Sagul’s orders came down without a break.

Looking around, most of the players had been injured in the explosion just now.

There was one person who stood out in Kang Cheol-woo’s eyes.

‘Dark Shadow Guild?’

A parachute that had joined at the end of the subjugation.

‘Did they equip some good items?’

They didn’t seem like it, but they didn’t seem to have any injuries.

Among them, a man with a languid face who looked somewhat sleepy stood out.

“You there. Follow me.”

At Kang Cheol-woo’s words, the man, Lee Rowoon, moved leisurely.