Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 284

The Three Kings’ Disciple

Volume 12, Chapter 10

285

Like pilgrims following a saint.

Lee Ro-woon walked, resting when the time came.

Tens of thousands of cultists followed behind him.

Swoosh.

Lee Ro-woon stopped.

As if it were a common occurrence, the self-proclaimed cultists began to reorganize their ranks, shouting as he stopped.

“We will rest here today-!”

Lee Ro-woon didn’t say a single word, and neither did Kang Han-cheol or Ha Se-min, who simply sat down and rested quietly.

Even so, those who called themselves Blood Cultists naturally moved, standing guard, procuring food, and setting up tents for rest.

Everything happened naturally.

Lee Ro-woon neither urged nor suggested, yet they became cultists on their own, creating order among themselves.

“Here. Please eat.”

The cultists carefully approached and presented oily food to Kang Han-cheol and his group, and Kang Han-cheol nodded, bringing it to Lee Ro-woon.

Even in this moment of rest.

“Who are you?”

“I, I am….”

People were coming.

“I am a player from the Pasisi Guild.”

“And?”

A wary gaze.

“I heard that players can also join the Blood Cult… if possible…!”

Before the player, who was tense and spoke with a look of determination, could finish his words.

“Welcome.”

Those who had been looking at him with wary eyes soon lowered their swords and weapons and welcomed them with open arms.

“Go over there and find Tumein. If you write down your name and status, your membership in the Blood Cult will be complete.”

“Is, is that all it takes?”

“What process is needed for faith?”

“But….”

He didn’t finish his sentence.

However, what he was thinking was obvious.

He came to join the Blood Cult, but the joining process was too easy.

Once this joining was complete, he too would be included in this procession and begin to walk.

The problem was.

-Isn’t it dangerous?

That was it.

Accepting someone without even properly verifying their identity, how dangerous that was, was obvious to those living in this barbaric age.

“I understand what you’re worried about.”

They, too, with their benevolent smiles, were not oblivious to that thought.

“But….”

They smiled.

“He is with us here.”

“……!”

“With him by our side, what could be dangerous? Also, how could we persecute those who want to follow him, just because it’s dangerous?”

“Th-thank you!”

Another group joined the Blood Cult.

After a suitable rest, or the next day, Lee Ro-woon began to move.

Koo-oong!

With a huge vibration that shook the earth, the cultists began to rise.

Thud.

Lee Ro-woon simply walked.

And.

“Let’s go-!”

The cultists followed Lee Ro-woon through their order and command system.

It was a strange thing.

All of it.

First, the recruitment of cultists after the rise of the Blood Cult was too fast.

In the first Luzon, Lee Ro-woon had somewhat forced the joining of the cult, but since then, Lee Ro-woon had never forced them even once.

It wasn’t that the cultists had forcibly threatened or oppressed people to force them to join the cult either.

Everything was natural.

“Why did you join the Blood Cult?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You must have had a religion too.”

The cultists were talking.

“Why did you join the Blood Cult, even changing your religion?”

“That’s….”

People come and want to join the cult.

“To live.”

“What?”

“In my opinion, the Blood Cult seems like it will win. I don’t know what will happen to the Assembly or the mainland. We are here, and if the Blood Cult becomes the master of this place, they might not leave those who don’t follow them alone.”

“…….”

“So I came to live.”

It was an honest answer.

“Is that a problem?”

And the answer to that was.

“No. Not at all.”

It was simple and clear.

“It doesn’t matter why you came to the Blood Cult. This is just my personal curiosity. The Blood Cult is open to everyone who wants to join the cult. It doesn’t matter what the reason is.”

“Is that so?”

“In the end….”

The senior cultist who answered looked towards where Lee Ro-woon was standing in the distance and made a fist salute.

“Faith will come.”

“…….”

The reason for wanting to join the Blood Cult.

There were many reasons.

Like just now, to live.

Or.

-I heard that players can also become stronger, is that true?

-I heard that they teach the martial arts of the Blood Cult….

To become stronger.

-The Blood Cult has just emerged. Whether we live or die, our path is like a lamp in the wind anyway. So, it wouldn’t be bad to take a proper gamble.

For desire.

-Philip, I’m glad to see you alive.

-It’s all thanks to the Blood Demon Lord.

Because the Blood Cult had saved loved ones, relatives, and family members without killing them, to repay that grace.

-There is no discrimination between martial artists and players in the Blood Cult. Disputes between fellow cultists are okay, but discrimination is forbidden.

-Is that true?

-We are just cultists. Before him, martial artists and players are just mere creatures.

-Such….

For the equality they had wanted so much.

There was another unique thing.

The Blood Cult was, after all, a religion from another world from the perspective of the Earth’s inhabitants.

It was different from the common sense and history of Earth.

Also, the Philippines had a religion designated as the national religion, and most of them had lived with devout faith since childhood.

And they convert to the Blood Cult.

-He might be the one we’ve been waiting for.

-There’s a story that he’s not a person of the Silver, but an inhabitant of Earth.

Fitting it into their religion.

-Look at the world. The world we thought we knew doesn’t exist after all. The world is being invaded, and other worlds exist. Do you think the god we believe in exists?

-Look at the living god. It’s him.

Another faith is born.

And.

“…….”

Lee Ro-woon, without a doubt, did not intervene in any of it.

He did not move Ha Se-min or Kang Han-cheol to brainwash their ideologies or manipulate their thoughts.

‘Humans are.’

They were so inclined to think as they wanted.

But everything was fine.

“I….”

Lee Ro-woon slowly opened his mouth and muttered to himself.

“I will do as I please.”

If they wanted a god, he would become a god for them.

Before they knew it, the Blood Cult’s group was heading towards a hundred thousand.

* * *

Flicker.

The magic stone lamp flickered, casting light.

It was a pitch-black night, but thanks to the numerous magic lamps, it felt like daytime here.

Buzzing.

It was a night when everyone would be asleep, but the air was filled with people’s voices.

Drag, drag, drag.

Someone was being dragged roughly.

Thud!

He fell to the ground and groaned.

The fallen man quietly raised his head.

Flash.

He had to face hundreds of gazes looking at him.

It was something he had always imagined, but the man seemed flustered, his pupils shaking at the reality of the situation.

Being bound and stared at by hundreds of people was an unbearable form of violence in itself.

It would be better to fall into a group of monsters and fight for his life.

“This man has been asking about him.”

The man who had dragged the bound man said.

“At first, it wasn’t unusual, so I didn’t pay attention….”

His eyes flickered.

“But it turns out this man’s identity is different.”

“What’s the problem? I heard that our Blood Cult doesn’t care about the past before joining?”

The people who had gathered also asked, as if they didn’t know the exact situation yet.

“That’s….”

The face of the man who had brought the bound man twisted greatly.

“He’s from the Enemy Army.”

“……!”

The Enemy Army.

At that name, people’s eyes widened.

Buzzing.

The sound of the story spread like a wave.

“The Enemy Army….”

At that name, many people’s eyes narrowed.

The Enemy Army was a problematic group even in the Philippines.

They were the ones who called themselves the Liberation Army, fighting for the liberation of the Earth’s inhabitants.

So, at first, there were many who were friendly to them.

However, they learned that what they wanted to liberate was not all the inhabitants of Earth, but the players.

“Bastards.”

The problem was that their definition of justice was too violent, and that all actions aimed at liberation were permissible.

There were too many people who had been harmed by them.

“You guys took my nephew!”

They also forced recruitment into the Enemy Army.

Under the name of conscription, they took away those who had just become players by force and trained them.

One day, those who happened to return home were no longer the same, becoming monsters who did not hesitate to steal all their property and run away, or even harm their families, saying that they had to help with liberation.

“You guys are worse bastards!”

Liberation from the Silver [referring to a group of invaders]?

No, rather, they wanted to become the rulers.

Flicker.

The magic lamp flickered.

The eyes shining in the light of the lamp were now gleaming with anger and hatred.

Swoosh.

They were about to beat the man, who was called one of the Enemy Army, to death right away.

“S-….”

A small sob-like sound came from the mouth of the bound man.

“Please save me!”

The man shouted.

“What right do you have!”

“Are you begging for your life!”

“Why did you come here!”

But the people did not hear the man’s voice.

“Could it be!”

“Did you come to target him!”

The atmosphere, which was burning even more, was only becoming more ominous.

“P-please save me!”

The man shouted.

“It’s not like that!”

“It’s not?”

“I, I really came to join the Blood Cult!”

The boiling atmosphere calmed down for a moment.

It was because the man’s desperate appearance did not seem like a lie.

“Don’t believe him.”

“Those bastards are the kind of people who would kill their parents for the sake of the Enemy Army’s justice.”

“I clearly saw them burn down a house last time because they didn’t give up their property.”

Truths that could not even be denied because of the many things they had done.

“It’s true!”

The man shouted as if he was wronged.

“Please save me! I came to get out of there!”

“…….”

“The Enemy Army is crazy! They are….”

The man was crying.

“It’s really… it’s the truth. Please take me to him! I’ll tell you everything!”

“What makes you think we’ll believe you!”

“We haven’t even been near him!”

“Please!”

The man cried out again.

“Please!”

His desperation calmed the atmosphere.

“There are those who are targeting him right now!”

The man’s words, which followed, rapidly cooled the heated atmosphere.

Despite the hot temperature of the Philippines, there was a coldness here that felt like it was snowing.

“There are those who have infiltrated this place to target his life!”

“Is that… true?”

“It’s true.”

The people looked at each other and nodded.

And.

“I’ll go and see.”

In the end, they decided to listen to the man’s story.