Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 301

The Three Kings’ Disciple

Volume 13, Chapter 2

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Numerous people gathered, their eyes fixed on the massive crater.

“…….”

They imagined the immense power that had created the crater, something no human could have achieved, and the battle of those who had made it.

Gulp.

It was beyond their comprehension.

Their eyes shifted slightly, away from the miraculous power emanating from the crater, to the one who had performed the miracle.

Lee Rowan.

Lee Rowan stood there, wearing a martial uniform that Jang So-young had somehow acquired, instead of the clothes that had been completely destroyed in the battle.

“…….”

People hesitated to speak.

The gathered crowd consisted of Blood Cult members, representatives from small and medium-sized sects, and members of Jeomchang [a powerful martial arts sect]. There were also Blood Cult members and outsiders who had arrived late after the barrier had collapsed.

They were all looking at Lee Rowan.

Though he was so far away that he looked like a small dot, his figure was clearly visible.

Swish.

People began to step aside, making way.

“Haa.”

With tired sighs, the Blood Cult members lowered their heads.

These were the executives of the Blood Cult: Kang Han-cheol, Ha Se-min, and others.

They, too, showed signs of a great ordeal, with traces of it all over their bodies, and sweat soaking their hair and clothes.

However, the clear glint in their eyes remained.

Step. Step.

They walked towards Lee Rowan.

People seemed to understand everything now.

Jeomchang retreating.

The small and medium-sized sects kneeling.

Step.

And the Blood Cult members following the path of their executives.

No one had yet made a sound.

Step.

They were just walking.

Lee Rowan was already at his destination, standing quietly still.

As everyone looked at Lee Rowan.

“…….”

Lee Rowan was also looking at them.

Bloodshot eyes, the indelible marks of battle.

Missing arms or legs, or those carrying the dead on their backs.

They felt raw and real.

They had done it.

-Revenge.

Revenge for the hardships they had endured, they had achieved it with their own hands.

They had also done it.

-Survival.

They had survived against the alliance of Jeomchang and the other sects.

And….

Clench.

-Victory.

They had overcome it.

The storm of countless emotions was felt by almost everyone.

However, they suppressed the surging feelings.

Clench.

They clenched their fists.

Gritting.

They bit their lips.

Shudder.

Their whole bodies trembled.

Not yet, not yet.

Finally, Ha Se-min and Lee Shin-woo arrived in front of Lee Rowan.

“Is it over?”

They asked.

Instead of answering, Lee Rowan quietly nodded.

Ha Se-min subtly smiled in response.

“What about him?”

It was Lee Shin-woo.

Lee Rowan quietly pointed to his chest with one hand.

Lee Shin-woo nodded.

The two had already discussed Kwon Cheol to some extent, about his power and near-immortal abilities.

That’s why they had devised a way to counter him, but Lee Shin-woo was unsure if it would work.

“The possibility?”

Lee Shin-woo asked more carefully.

“There is.”

Lee Shin-woo’s face darkened.

“But Kwon Cheol is not in this world.”

A somewhat uncertain yet certain answer.

“I understand what you mean.”

Lee Shin-woo’s face regained its composure.

“It’s really over.”

Kwon Cheol had traveled the world for a long time, doing everything for his ambition.

Therefore, there was a possibility that what he had left behind might appear somewhere.

But Kwon Cheol’s existence had vanished. The existence that was like a nightmare to Lee Rowan, Lee Shin-woo, and many others, could not reappear unless Lee Rowan allowed it.

“Ha.”

Lee Shin-woo seemed about to collapse, barely managing to regain his balance.

Swish.

Lee Rowan silently turned his back and tried to walk away.

“Are you just going to leave?”

Lee Shin-woo asked Lee Rowan.

“Say something.”

Lee Shin-woo’s eyes looked at the tens of thousands of people standing behind them.

Lee Rowan’s fight may have been lonely, but he was not alone.

Many people had fought here, sacrificing their lives for his cause.

It couldn’t be said that Lee Rowan had used them, and the Blood Cult members had fought of their own will, but Lee Shin-woo knew how important a single word could be, so he said it.

Swish.

Lee Rowan turned his head back again.

He quietly parted his lips.

“The war….”

His face was languid.

His voice, unchanged, spoke.

“Is just the beginning.”

It wasn’t something to say after finishing a big fight.

“…….”

A quiet ripple began to spread slowly.

And.

“Waaaaaaaah-!”

A roar that would shake the world erupted.

* * *

Everything was moving quickly.

Originally, the Assembly [a powerful governing body] only interfered with the necessary parts of the Philippines, and did not do more than that.

The distance from the mainland, the surroundings becoming gates [portals to other dimensions], and the inconvenient movement due to the monsters pouring out of the gates were the reasons why they didn’t place much importance on it.

“The Assembly will not be able to move for the time being.”

Ha Se-min said, looking as if he had erased all traces of the previous battle.

Already a week had passed since the day Kwon Cheol died.

“Ainhart is not normal.”

The peace that had barely been made was shaking again.

“Russia also seems to have a headache. The Northern Sea Ice Palace has risen, and they are expanding their power around the lawless zone. Since it is like a gateway to Ainhart, the Assembly is focusing a lot of its resources there.”

Ha Se-min did not miss gathering information even in all situations.

“Now that many masters have gone into seclusion, there are not enough troops to deploy to the Philippines. Jeomchang has collapsed, and the departure of some of the Five Great Families is also a big problem.”

The Assembly, which had firmly dominated Asia until now, was faltering.

So, the story was that this place was safe for the time being.

Ha Se-min said that and scanned the people present.

Jeomchang’s guild house, where many people had gathered.

Representatives of small and medium-sized sects, some of the Blood Cult members, representatives of the Philippine liberation army, and even ordinary politicians.

And at the highest seat.

“At this point, the Philippines is the only place in Asia that is free from the Assembly.”

Lee Rowan was there.

Everyone’s eyes were on Lee Rowan.

He was also sitting there with a languid face, as if he had erased all the aftermath of the battle.

It was Ha Se-min who had been insisting on holding a meeting since the last time, and this was the first time Lee Rowan had attended.

“There are many things to talk about today.”

The absolute ruler that everyone acknowledged.

That was Lee Rowan.

Since the battle that day, the number of Blood Cult members had increased exponentially, and even at this moment, there were many people who wanted to join.

If Kang Han-cheol had not personally stepped forward and declared that he would select them, the number would probably have been even greater.

Lee Rowan was the leader of such a Blood Cult, no, a living god.

He was also an immeasurable powerhouse for martial artists, and for ordinary people, he was a powerhouse who had brought the forces that had dominated them to their knees in an instant.

“But the most important thing is….”

Ha Se-min said.

“The treatment of Jeomchang.”

The eyes moved again.

Their eyes were directed at the defeated Jeomchang, and Jang So-young.

They lowered their eyes and bit their lips tightly under the overwhelming gaze.

They, who were one of the Nine Great Sects and the rulers of the Philippines, were now just defeated soldiers and prisoners of war.

How could they have thought that they would receive such treatment?

They knew that today’s meeting was not an attendance, but a position like being investigated.

“Jeomchang….”

Jang So-young opened her mouth.

“Everything will be according to the Blood Demon’s disposition.”

As if it had already been discussed, there were no Jeomchang martial artists who objected to Jang So-young’s words.

In the first place, it was Lee Rowan who had suppressed those who were trying to annihilate Jeomchang.

They were grateful just to have survived, and they had an attitude that there was nothing they could not accept.

“Ugh.”

Groans were heard here and there.

They were the heads of the sects who had a lot of resentment against Jeomchang.

They wanted to say that they should kill Jeomchang right now with their bloodshot eyes, but they couldn’t because they were in front of Lee Rowan.

“The atrocities committed by Jeomchang are not something that can be easily overlooked.”

Ha Se-min said, as if representing their intentions.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to forgive Jeomchang as it is.”

One of the few people who could add a word to Lee Rowan in this place.

“However.”

Ha Se-min said.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to annihilate them or kick them out either.”

Ha Se-min said.

“Please forgive Jeomchang. Accept them. And so.”

He said.

“Shake the Nine Great Sects and the Assembly even more.”

* * *

Lee Rowan carried the anger he had been holding onto his back.

It was the training ground where the Jeomchang disciples trained.

Brilliant moonlight, and in the distance, the noise and laughter of people could be heard.

People were finding and immersing themselves in peaceful daily life.

Now, in the Philippines, no one had to worry about unnecessary death.

Unprovoked fights and rushing blades.

Such things were not happening here, where the Blood Cult and Lee Rowan were.

“If you’ve come, say what you have to say. What are you doing?”

At Lee Rowan’s words, a shadow revealed itself.

“I was afraid of being a hindrance.”

“Do you think you’d be that much of a hindrance?”

The one who appeared was Jang So-young.

She had become the empty head of Jeomchang.

No matter how much she was scheduled to become the head of Jeomchang in the future, it was an unusual event considering her age.

But there was no backlash.

Because there was no one left in Jeomchang who could refuse Jang So-young.

On the day Kwon Cheol died, the elders and reclusive masters of Jeomchang said that they had entrusted everything to Jang So-young.

They already knew the evil that was in Jeomchang, but they had left it alone because there was nothing they could do.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For forgiving us.”

Jeomchang, who had held a blade to them.

Lee Rowan had forgiven them.

Although there were those who opposed it, they could not break Lee Rowan’s will.

“I told you.”

Lee Rowan said, closing his eyes.

“The Philippines is yours.”

Jang So-young’s eyes trembled.

“Why? Did you think I was lying?”

“Can you trust me?”

She was born and raised in Jeomchang, and moreover, her teacher was Kwon Cheol.

She was also called to the Assembly, and learned martial arts from him.

“What was binding you disappeared when you crossed the wall.”

There is nothing without a price.

On the day Jang So-young went into seclusion, the Assembly had implanted numerous restrictions and poisons in her.

If she had any other intentions, she would die immediately.

But Lee Rowan had erased it, and everything disappeared as she crossed the wall.

“I can trust you. Because you’ll want to.”

Lee Rowan opened his closed eyes and looked at her.

“Revenge.”

Jang So-young’s eyes wavered.

“Don’t you want revenge?”

At the incomprehensible words, Jang So-young’s face became serious.