Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 324

The Three Kings’ Disciple

Volume 13, Chapter 25

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A large room, a clean interior, and furniture that all looked like high-end pieces.

Thud, thud.

The man who entered the room, his steps weary, moved.

Thump!

He collapsed onto the bed.

After a while, the man quietly turned his body.

Only then did everything in the room begin to come into view.

“Wow.”

A short exclamation.

“This is insane.”

He had already been here for several days, but this was the first time he truly felt the new space given to him.

The man’s name was Lee San-hoo.

Until recently, he was just an average player, but he was lucky enough to become a member of the Galaxy Guild.

“I…”

He was appointed to the position of strategist for the Galaxy.

“I’m the strategist for the Galaxy.”

In fact, all of this felt like a dream.

In the past, when he first awakened as a player, he had ambitions.

However, he was hit by the wall of reality, and his ambitions slowly crumbled and disappeared. At some point, he was living the same life as other players, just living for what was right in front of him.

He had regained his ambition when he joined the Galaxy, but.

“Hoo.”

He never expected it to turn out like this.

Over the past few days, Lee San-hoo had been involved in all the events that had unfolded after the Galaxy revealed itself to be the Blood Cult.

-I’ll entrust you with full authority.

He had only been with the Galaxy for less than a month, and he had never proven his abilities, yet he was given the heavy responsibility of strategist and even full authority.

-Will you do it?

The man had the power to do so.

Opportunity.

It might have been right to run away from here.

But Lee San-hoo did not back down.

-I’ll do it.

All the operations over the past few days came from Lee San-hoo’s mind, and everything was carried out based on the plans he had made.

A dream.

Yes, he felt like he knew what it meant to be like a dream.

But.

Shhh.

Even at this moment, Lee San-hoo’s whole body was getting goosebumps.

It was as if he was possessed by something, thinking and moving non-stop, and seeing all of that realized as results, a crazy sense of exhilaration was flowing through his body.

“It’s not enough…”

In fact, not all of these operations were perfect.

It was like walking a tightrope, with ropes attached to both ends of a huge cliff.

Dangerous operations where even the slightest misstep could have a huge impact.

But what made it possible was.

-The overwhelming power of the Blood Cult.

But Lee San-hoo knew.

“It’s not enough.”

That such tightrope-walking operations were not good for a strategist.

If he were more amazing and outstanding, he could have reduced even those variables.

At the same time.

Shhh.

The power of the Blood Cult that made all of this possible.

-Lee Ro-woon.

And he was getting goosebumps about the man named Lee Ro-woon.

Now.

Thump.

The world was undergoing a change.

Lee San-hoo lay back down on the bed.

“Upheaval.”

Yes, it was an upheaval.

A world that had already undergone an upheaval once due to the invasion of other worlds.

A world that had undergone another upheaval as the invading worlds began to dominate.

And now.

“Counterattack.”

It was also the beginning of a counterattack.

Being at the center of it was stirring up a complex mix of emotions.

In a way, it was absurd.

No matter how strong the Galaxy or the Blood Cult was, it was the same as fighting the world as a single force.

But for some reason, he didn’t feel like they would lose.

“……”

Lee San-hoo slowly closed his eyes.

Everything flashed by.

And even the unbelievable fact.

-It’s been a while.

Lee Ro-woon, who had met Choi Doo-ho that day.

And Lee San-hoo was able to hear the truth.

“That man…”

Lee Ro-woon.

“To think that it was that man.”

That it was Lee Ro-woon.

Before he knew it, Lee San-hoo seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and a thick silence descended in the room.

It was the first time Lee San-hoo had slept since becoming the strategist of the Galaxy.

* * *

Lee San-hoo oversaw and directed all of these operations.

He created large plans, moved players and guilds, and they hoped to join the Galaxy as he wished.

It was by no means easy to make them entrust their fate to the Galaxy, which was a small force compared to the Assembly, when they had to be mindful of the Nine Great Sects and the Assembly.

Not all of them, but he succeeded in changing the mainstream, the flow.

Also, Lee San-hoo not only oversaw the overall picture but also directed the attack on the Galaxy.

-The Yellow Sky Alliance.

He also took charge of the command of the attack by the Yellow Sky Sect, which had formed an alliance to destroy the Galaxy.

A small number of people, compared to a vast number of enemies.

Of course, the Galaxy had the upper hand in terms of skill, but it was Lee San-hoo who moved them to the right places at the right times, moving even the smallest details.

As a result, the Yellow Sky Alliance suffered near-total annihilation, and it could be said that there were no deaths in the Galaxy.

There were those who predicted the Galaxy’s victory even without Lee San-hoo, but there were none who predicted that there would be no casualties.

-Lee San-hoo.

His name was becoming known.

“I didn’t know there was such a talent.”

The middle-aged man said, lifting his teacup, as if he was regretful.

“If there was such a talent, I would have hired and nurtured him a long time ago.”

He was expressing his genuine regret with his whole body, face, and voice.

“If I could have used such talent properly…”

The man, who trailed off, shook his head and spoke again.

“But still, nothing would have changed.”

It’s a shame.

“In the end, it’s a talent that can only shine because of the power of the Galaxy.”

The overwhelming power to make radical operations a reality.

The result of those two things combined.

Lee San-hoo.

“If he were anywhere other than the Galaxy, he wouldn’t have been able to show his skills.”

If not, he might have used that power for evil in some bad place.

As he said that, the man slowly put down his teacup and stood up.

And he knelt on the floor, not on a chair, and took a fist salute.

“I greet you again.”

A voice filled with joy and complex emotions.

“I greet the Blood Demon.”

Choi Doo-ho.

He was paying his respects to Lee Ro-woon, who was sitting in the chair in front of him.

“I’ll gladly accept the courtesy.”

Lee Ro-woon said, looking at him.

“I used to find these things annoying, but it seems they are necessary.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, Choi Doo-ho smiled and said.

“It’s excessive by Earth’s standards.”

Excessive.

In the past, it was absurd to pay such respects to the heads of corporations or politicians.

“But isn’t this a different world now?”

But that Earth was gone.

“It’s a world where power is justice.”

The orthodox sects dominate the world with their power, yet they call themselves justice.

Because they have power.

“Paying respect and reverence to those who possess that power is important for both those who show respect and those who receive it.”

Recognize the power you have, and know who you are.

Also, remember who they follow and the power he possesses.

This is.

“The rules of the changed world, the world of upheaval.”

New rules.

Now was the time to accept them.

“I’m trying to accept it anyway.”

Lee Ro-woon said to Choi Doo-ho with a languid face.

“By the way, don’t mind the informal speech. It’s more comfortable, and…”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“I’m probably older than Guild Leader Choi Doo-ho.”

In the past.

-Thank you, Guild Leader.

Choi Doo-ho smiled as he recalled Lee Ro-woon’s appearance.

“I understand.”

Choi Doo-ho and Lee Ro-woon.

There was a connection between the two.

In fact, it was something that could be seen as natural.

No matter how unique Lee Ro-woon’s path was, he was a player who had been active in South Korea.

Also, Choi Doo-ho was the guild leader of an old and large guild.

It wasn’t that strange that there was a connection between the two.

Especially.

“I was grateful back then.”

Choi Doo-ho had saved Lee Ro-woon once.

Even if Lee Ro-woon, under the name Dank, had stirred up some emotions in the martial artists, not all of them recognized him.

Rather, most of the martial artists were constantly aiming for Lee Ro-woon, waiting for him to fall.

Amidst the misunderstandings that had accumulated, the conflict with the martial artists.

“I was just doing what I could.”

If Choi Doo-ho hadn’t intervened and mediated, Lee Ro-woon might have been shattered by the swords of the martial artists back then.

Also, that wasn’t the only thing Choi Doo-ho had done for Lee Ro-woon.

Dank.

The reason why they, who were only a small elite group, were able to gain recognition from martial artists and players and achieve a certain level of uniqueness.

“I gained hope thanks to you.”

It was because there were sponsors who supported Dank.

Six sponsors in total.

They helped Lee Ro-woon attack the gates and helped him go his own way despite various problems.

-Six Benefactors.

The members of Dank called them the six benefactors.

“I’ll tell the Rayon Guild to pay more attention.”

Lee Ro-woon stood up and said.

“Just as you helped me in the past, now it’s my turn to help you.”

Towards Lee Ro-woon who said that.

“Please don’t.”

Choi Doo-ho shook his head.

“I was just doing what I had to do, and I never asked for anything in return.”

A voice that felt sincere.

“Rather, I am grateful for the opportunity I have been given and for having my life extended, which should have been lost.”

Not just himself, but his family, friends, and guild members as well.

If it weren’t for the Galaxy, they could have died at any time, but at least they had the opportunity to die fighting.

Choi Doo-ho said that he was satisfied with that.

Pfft.

Lee Ro-woon looked at him and laughed.

“I won’t refuse a refusal.”

Whatever it was.

“It seems I’ve become the type to repay what I owe. And it’s not like I’m going to do anything particularly special.”

“Then I will gratefully accept it.”

Even though he was the head of a guild, Choi Doo-ho seemed to know when to back down and when not to, and he said that.

Lee Ro-woon left his seat.

Choi Doo-ho smiled and sat down.

Thump, thump.

From the moment he learned that the man who had saved him and the Blood Demon were actually Lee Ro-woon, his heart was pounding like it was in his youth.

How was he when he heard that he had been captured by the Mount Hua Sect?

How was he when he heard that he had reappeared as a member of the Azure Army and the Righteous Army?

Those feelings at that time.

And that he was actually the one behind all of this.

-Blood Demon.

To be the master leading the Galaxy as the Blood Demon.

“How can this be?”

In fact, it was true that all of this felt like a dream.

He had lost his life in the attack that day, and he was lucky enough to enter heaven and see the illusion he wanted to see, or.

‘Maybe it’s hell.’

He had a feeling that it might be hell, showing him the illusion he wanted to see and then leading him to destruction at some point.

But he would think.

‘Reality.’

All of this was reality, and he would be faithful to it.

Now, really.

“It’s time for a counterattack.”

It was time to rise up.

Into a world where he didn’t have to beg for his life, a world where he could fight.

* * *

“The Nine Great Sects have begun to move.”