Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 320

The Three Kings’ Disciple

Volume 13, Chapter 21

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The conference hall of Eunha was already filled with people.

“……..”

The people, weighed down by the heavy atmosphere, sat around a large table, their eyes fixed on the head seat.

“Our Eunha….”

There, Dang Hwa-young, the Guild Leader of Eunha, sat, her gaze serious as she scanned everyone.

“Thank you for coming.”

Those seated at the table were all players.

They were leaders of player guilds, leading groups of a significant, even quite large, scale.

Choi Doo-ho, the Guild Leader of Rayon Guild, and those connected to him were present.

On the other side, there were even those who came through other connections, despite not having a strong relationship with them.

“Then….”

Dang Hwa-young spoke, her eyes calm.

“Let’s begin the meeting.”

With Dang Hwa-young’s single word, the atmosphere in the conference hall grew even heavier.

A single word here, any choice.

-It would determine the fate of everyone, the fate of countless players.

The meeting was starting with incredibly high stakes.

Those who represented Eunha included players.

“Let me introduce them. Starting from this side….”

One by one, introductions were made.

Finally, when a gaze paused, the leaders of the player guilds exclaimed with admiration, showing a different reaction.

“This is player Lee San-hoo, who has recently become Eunha’s strategist.”

Stories about him were already widespread among the players.

He was known as the reason why Eunha had started to move directly.

The decisive cause for Eunha to declare war on the Blood Cult.

“Hoo….”

It was known that this author, who wasn’t even a ranker [a high-level player], was the catalyst for all these events.

That’s why attention was naturally focused on him.

‘Is he just a rookie after all?’

The leaders of the player guilds were evaluating Lee San-hoo in this way.

What value did he truly possess?

It wasn’t that everything started because of him, so it couldn’t be said that his existence was the most important.

Evaluating Lee San-hoo, who was one of the first players to become an executive in a Murim [martial arts] guild, was a natural habit for them, who were leading player guilds.

“And.”

Dang Hwa-young said.

“Eunha’s strategist planned for you to arrive here.”

At Dang Hwa-young’s words, the leaders of the player guilds raised their eyebrows.

“What do you mean… ?”

A natural question.

Dang Hwa-young offered a slight smile.

“It was the strategist’s idea to deploy manpower in anticipation of a change that would happen to you.”

“……!”

That meant.

“He is your benefactor.”

It meant that Lee San-hoo was the key person who made it possible to save them, their guilds.

Not long ago.

-Only players are wanting to join the Blood Cult.

After Eunha’s declaration against the Blood Cult.

Quite a few players joined the Blood Cult, seeking protection from Eunha.

But.

-They are just a minority after all.

Considering the numerous players in South Korea, they were just a minority that could never become the mainstream.

-A minority can change the mainstream, though.

Even with a small number, it is possible to change the big flow.

-That takes a long time.

If time is given.

But that time was equal for both allies and enemies.

Time is.

-Time is a variable.

It could be a variable for anyone.

At least, the one called a strategist was the one who had to do his best to reduce such variables.

“And….”

Dang Hwa-young said.

“He will also be your enemy.”

“……!”

Some of the leaders of the player guilds were shocked and looked at Lee San-hoo.

Soon, their eyes were….

“That means! He also planned all this!”

Distorted with anger.

Dang Hwa-young’s words.

“Could it be!”

“Are you saying he planned our attacks?”

Some of them were those who had been attacked by Murim guilds.

And they were the ones who suffered devastating damage.

The reason for the attack seemed to be that they thought they were traitors who had joined hands with the Blood Cult, but if Lee San-hoo had planned all of that?

-Please leak information. Which guild do those who wanted to become Blood Cultists belong to?

In fact.

Bang!

The attack and the rescue were all done by Eunha.

They were just being played by their tune.

“What is this!”

All of this was a series of plays, and they had just been used, losing many guild members and their bases.

“I thought Eunha was different!”

It also contradicted Eunha’s intention to protect the players.

The guild leaders, trembling with anger at the thought that they had been deceived again.

“Yes. I did it.”

Lee San-hoo opened his mouth with Dang Hwa-young’s permission.

“So….”

Lee San-hoo said.

“If that hadn’t happened, would you have come here?”

His attitude was very confident.

* * *

Lee San-hoo asked Ha Se-min to move the Black Market.

He leaked some of the identities of those who had become Blood Cultists and information related to their affiliated guilds to radical and extreme sects.

“Yes. I did it.”

Lee San-hoo said in front of the leaders of numerous player guilds, without being intimidated at all.

“Impertinent….”

That confident appearance felt impertinent to them.

“Is he showing off because he has Eunha behind him?”

That appearance was like a fox riding on the back of a big tiger called Eunha.

But Lee San-hoo said without being swept away by that atmosphere.

“I’ll ask you.”

Lee San-hoo said.

“If I hadn’t done that, would they not have attacked you?”

“……!”

“At least.”

Lee San-hoo’s voice was calm without any excitement.

“You, as the leaders of the guilds, should know what I mean.”

“Shut up!”

In the end, a curse burst out.

“Even so, isn’t it true that you devised a cunning scheme and sacrificed our guild members!”

The Guild Leader of Tepa Guild shouted with a fierce roar.

“I’m leaving! In the end, Eunha was the same kind of people.”

“Those who want to leave, leave.”

Lee San-hoo’s tone changed.

“Eunha is not such an easy place to accept those who can’t even grasp the exact situation.”

“What….”

The face of the Guild Leader of Tepa Guild trembled.

He looked like he was about to unleash a skill and tear Lee San-hoo to pieces.

“Be honest.”

Lee San-hoo said.

“Even if it wasn’t me, you would have been attacked….”

His voice was unstoppable.

“If it wasn’t for me, you would have lost more guild members and been annihilated, and you wouldn’t have even been able to come here.”

“In the end, you’re giving up your life!”

The Guild Leader of Tepa Guild, his sword was moving quickly, aiming for Lee San-hoo’s throat.

But.

Clang!

His sword ultimately failed to achieve its goal.

The Murim warriors of Eunha, who had appeared out of nowhere, stretched out their swords in several directions and stopped his sword in mid-air.

“Kuh!”

A gap that could never be narrowed.

Nevertheless, the Guild Leader of Tepa Guild tried to burn everything by exerting even greater force.

And.

Ting!

His movement became free.

The Murim warriors of Eunha, who had been blocking him, stepped back after receiving some kind of signal.

Swish!

The sword that was reaching out to Lee San-hoo as if there was nothing to stop it anymore.

That sword.

Clang!

It was colliding with the sword that Lee San-hoo had drawn out at some point and was shaking in the air.

“……!”

Kim Pan-soo, the Guild Leader of Tepa Guild, shook his pupils in shock.

“How….”

Lee San-hoo, the culprit of all this.

That’s why the players were collecting all the information about Lee San-hoo.

Lee San-hoo’s skills were about level 70, which was not up to the ranker level.

On the other hand, Kim Pan-soo’s level was already well over the ranker’s standard of 150.

The gap in their skills was more than double.

So.

“How-!”

It was absurd for Lee San-hoo to block Kim Pan-soo’s sword.

Lee San-hoo, while blocking Kim Pan-soo’s sword, said.

“You would have been attacked at any time. This time, even if the Blood Cult was not the cause, it is not unusual for your guild to become a sea of fire and your guild members to become a handful of blood on any day.”

Lee San-hoo’s voice poured out.

“I just showed you the reality.”

His voice became a dagger and pierced into everyone.

“Even in this golden opportunity that will never come again! Before you run away again and lose more lives!”

He shouts.

“I told you to please come to your senses.”

It was a tone, voice, and emotion that was not suitable for one of the representatives of the guild, a person who had reached the position of strategist.

But.

“…….”

There must have been some kind of resonance that it gave.

“Guild Leader Kim Pan-soo.”

Someone’s voice continued.

“Put down your sword.”

“…….”

“You know it too, don’t you.”

It was Choi Doo-ho, the Guild Leader of Rayon Guild.

“Everything that Eunha’s strategist said is true.”

He was trembling with his eyes closed quietly, and he was clenching his fists as if showing his miserable feelings.

He slowly opened his eyes and said.

“We were just running away.”

* * *

“He’s right.”

One by one, the guild leaders nodded heavily and said.

“It’s a fate that wouldn’t have changed anyway.”

And.

Swish.

Only then did Lee San-hoo lower his sword and say.

“Yes. That’s the fate of us players.”

Guilds with different sizes.

And many people are mistaken.

That if it’s a large guild, the situation might be different.

But.

“After all, they are just dogs wearing bigger shackles, more shining shackles.”

The same situation, the same treatment.

Hunting dogs that can be abandoned and boiled at any time when the time comes.

Would the situation change if the size was large and the breed was magnificent?

Even if the treatment changes slightly, it was true that there was a gap that could never be narrowed.

“The past proves it.”

These were already proven things.

The story of a guild that had been loyal to the Murim and had grown its power, only to be destroyed in a single night, was a common story.

And even the reason was not special.

A minor misunderstanding, or that the hunting dog had grown too big.

“Do you resent me?”

Lee San-hoo said.

“Do you think that such a death would not have happened if it wasn’t for me?”

He says.

“Bullshit. Come to your senses.”

Lee San-hoo was looking at them with contemptuous eyes.

“If you think so, you should leave. I don’t need someone who would lead their own people to the gallows with such a judgment.”

Spit.

Lee San-hoo spat out blood-mixed saliva on the floor of the conference hall, probably because he had suffered internal injuries from blocking Kim Pan-soo’s sword.

“The information I leaked, the reason I targeted you….”

Lee San-hoo said.

“It’s because there were those who were targeting you from the beginning.”

If it wasn’t for Lee San-hoo.

“You are the people who wouldn’t even be alive here if it wasn’t for Eunha. You.”

That Eunha had minimized the sacrifice by making a move.

The situation would have been different if a Murim warrior had said this.

“Shall we talk again now?”

But Lee San-hoo, a player, had power because he said it.