Disciple Of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 373

Yi Rown’s method was effective.

Just one month.

In just about the time it takes for a novice player to start recognizing themselves as a player.

[Level: 78]

Lee San-hoo’s level had jumped an incredible 40 stages.

It was unbelievable.

Of course, he had cleared a tremendous number of gates…

-Do you have time to sleep?

-People die if they don’t sleep.

-You won’t die.

It was as if he had done it like a machine, but even so, it was an amazing feat.

If only…

-If you hadn’t collapsed, you would have reached your goal already.

If Lee San-hoo hadn’t collapsed in the middle, he might have reached his goal even faster.

-That wasn’t collapsing, that was dying. And you revived him.

-It took too long to recover.

-Hey!

The limit.

Yi Rown was pushing him slightly past that limit.

Yi Rown clearly knew where Lee San-hoo’s limit was and how to push him beyond it.

The results were clear, so Lee San-hoo had nothing to say.

Except.

-Is this how I have to live?

The thought of abandoning everything and hiding in the mountains, just breathing, crossed his mind every hour, every minute, which was a problem if anything.

Achievements that sounded like lies from a player.

But he should have known then.

-At this rate, you’ll get there faster.

Hell wasn’t behind him, but ahead.

Yi Rown, who thought he had reached a certain level.

-Start.

He pushed Lee San-hoo even harder.

The level of the monsters increased, and their numbers grew even more.

The funny thing was.

Swish!

The speed of hunting had also increased.

It was reality.

Yi Rown’s method was effective.

However, he could confidently say that there would be only a handful of people in this world who could follow Yi Rown’s training.

“Haa!”

Lee San-hoo exhaled roughly.

His face was flushed red.

Partly because he was heated from the recent battle.

Whoosh!

[Your level has increased.]

He had finally reached his target level.

“I did it…”

Lee San-hoo’s excited voice echoed.

“I did it!”

Lee San-hoo shouted, genuinely happy.

Even when he became the strategist of the Silver Moon, he hadn’t been this happy.

Lee San-hoo quickly opened his status window.

[Level: 100]

He had reached level 100, the basic requirement for a ranker.

His starting point was level 38.

And it had only taken two months to reach level 100.

“You’ve worked hard.”

Yi Rown said.

“Worked hard? I’m impressed by your vocabulary that can only express this as ‘worked hard’.”

Lee San-hoo said, frowning.

The time he had spent flashed by like a slideshow.

“You’ve only met the basic requirements now.”

Lee San-hoo nodded at Yi Rown’s words.

The time they had spent together, closely knit.

Lee San-hoo knew.

“I know.”

That this was just the beginning, as Yi Rown had said.

Level 100 for a player was like the realm of Hwagyeong [a high level of martial arts mastery] for a martial artist.

But.

“To enter the Heavenly Demon Peak, this level isn’t enough, right?”

Even Cheongseongja, who was a Kunlun elder, was reluctant to climb the Heavenly Demon Peak.

It was impossible for a player who was only at the Hwagyeong level to climb the Heavenly Demon Peak.

“Are you saying I need to be level 200?”

“That would be the orthodox way.”

“Orthodox…”

Remembering the past when shortcuts didn’t work, Lee San-hoo’s face turned pale.

“Aren’t you pushing too hard?”

He had somehow reached Hwagyeong, but Hyeon Gyeong [a higher level of martial arts mastery] was a different story.

The higher the level, the slower a player’s level increased.

If it had taken two months so far, it might take at least half a year, maybe even a year from now.

It was burdensome that Yi Rown had to spend that time only on him.

“Are you crazy?”

Yi Rown said.

“If it was going to take that long, I would have released the Kunlun barrier instead. Even if I released it and rebuilt it, there would still be time left over.”

“Then?”

“From now on…”

Yi Rown said.

“It’s a shortcut. It won’t be like before.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

He should have known then.

The shortcut Yi Rown was talking about.

“Kkyaaaaak-!”

Was even more hellish than the orthodox way.

* * *

-I’ve been observing you all this time. Because I thought it was strange.

Clearly, Lee San-hoo had an unknown level of power hidden within him.

The time spent so far was not only to grow Lee San-hoo himself, but also.

-I think I’ve found some of the secret.

It was also time that Yi Rown needed to observe Lee San-hoo.

-It’s going to be as painful as dying. No, you might die.

But.

-If you endure it, you’ll definitely see the answer.

And so, Lee San-hoo experienced something truly absurd.

-The secret was in your soul.

The soul.

-The power of the Unknown is contained in the soul. Not the body.

-But to touch the soul, your body must also be prepared.

-Level 100 is enough.

And what began was a hellish pain.

If the battle with monsters was a delayed pain due to the excessive release of adrenaline, touching the soul was like torture.

He had to experience the feeling of his organs being torn and crushed while fully conscious.

When that process was over.

-The power your body can hold now is limited.

Many things had changed.

-What did you do?

-Body change. It’s also called rebirth.”

After that, Yi Rown took Lee San-hoo somewhere.

-It’s not just the Heavenly Demon Peak.

A place that emitted a sinister and poisonous demonic energy.

-There are a few more places.

There were more pits where demons came out, like the Nine Dragons Gate.

Yi Rown took Lee San-hoo to that place, which was protected by Kunlun’s barrier and formation.

The Heavenly Demon Peak was the highest-ranked among the pits.

However, the place where Lee San-hoo was taken was a place where the lowest-ranked demons, or those who had failed to become demons, came out.

-Hunt.

He spent time there.

-They are weakened. I’ll help you until you reach their level.

Again, hunting, and hunting.

“Am I really a strategist?”

Isn’t a strategist supposed to be weak and frail in image?

Why…

Clench.

Did he have to become this strong?

“Ha!”

Lee San-hoo was in a nearby tavern.

It was two months since he had been dragged to China.

-Rest as much as you want today.

A proper rest given after two months.

Lee San-hoo, who originally didn’t even touch alcohol.

“Another bottle here!”

Now, he wanted to drink until his nose was crooked.

But.

“Ha, damn it.”

Lee San-hoo soon frowned and cursed.

“How did I get this rest?”

His face, which had been flushed red, turned pale in an instant.

Drip.

It was said that martial artists who had reached the Hwagyeong realm could extract the accumulated alcohol toxins in their bodies with their fingers.

And that was…

-This is how you do it.

It was the same for Lee San-hoo, who was a player.

Of course, it was Yi Rown who had taught him the principle.

Swish.

Lee San-hoo looked towards one corner.

Those who had been watching him for a while.

“Is that the guy?”

Their whispering voices rang in his ears like thunder.

“Brother, it’s better to use telepathy…”

“Telepathy? I’ve spread my aura, so it doesn’t matter. I heard he’s only a third-rate at best.”

“Surely, you don’t mean third-rate?”

“Then it’s good for us.”

It wasn’t the first time today.

The gaze that had been following him for some time.

“Since the Silver Moon’s strategist is only third-rate, it’s our chance to capture him.”

Their attire was that of ronin [masterless samurai].

Still, they seemed to be quite skilled ronin.

Spreading an aura meant that they had at least reached the Hwagyeong realm, and even though there were many Hwagyeong practitioners, they were still valuable.

“Are you sure it’s okay? It’s the Silver Moon. The Blood Cult…”

“So what? Where else can we go? Or who else will hire us?”

The one who seemed to be the most skilled said.

“We already made up our minds when we messed with the daughter of the Musan Sect, didn’t we?”

Lee San-hoo’s face frowned even more.

Because he could infer something from their conversation.

“So, let’s capture that Silver Moon strategist and make a big score and run away.”

“Really…”

“If we’re going to die anyway, shouldn’t we try something?”

Fugitives.

And because there was travel time even with the insane training, it seemed that someone had recognized him.

And.

‘A big score.’

They were literally trying to make a big score.

They were planning to kidnap him and trade him to the Silver Moon for a ransom, or extract information and trade it to the Blood Cult.

It was definitely a crazy idea.

The problem was.

“He’s moving.”

Whatever it was, if he was just a third-rate, he would have been in trouble.

There were no warriors from the Nine Dragons Gate or the Tai Chi Sect here now.

He was completely alone.

-I just want to rest alone, please.

It was because Lee San-hoo had desperately wished for it that it was granted.

A dark alley.

Lee San-hoo stopped.

“Could it be…”

One of the ronin following behind said, curling up the corners of his mouth.

“Did you know and lure us here?”

The ronin said, looking at Lee San-hoo who had entered the alley on his own.

“Brother, could there be something? He’s still the Silver Moon’s strategist…”

“Nonsense. He’s just a third-rate.”

The ronin who said that disappeared like a mirage.

He appeared in front of Lee San-hoo.

“What can you do if you capture me like this?”

His hand, which was reaching out as if it were natural, was covered in frost.

If it had been Lee San-hoo from two months ago, he wouldn’t have been able to do anything.

As he said, even if he had any countermeasures, it wouldn’t have been easy.

“Look… huh?”

But if it was him now.

Grab.

It was different.

Lee San-hoo grabbed the ronin’s arm.

Lee San-hoo, who should have felt the burning pain just from touching the frost.

Smirked.

“My mood was already crap, this is perfect.”

Lee San-hoo’s eyes gleamed.

“It’s okay to treat trash however you want, right?”

Two months.

And himself, who had hunted countless monsters during that time.

At the same time.

-It’s a sparring match.

Yi Rown’s sparring matches that took place every night to maximize experience gain.

“I’d rather…”

Crack!

“I’ll make you want to die.”

Those two months had completely transformed Lee San-hoo into a different person.

“Kkyaaaak!”

In the dark alley, terrible screams echoed incessantly.

The sight that the warriors of the Tai Chi Sect and the Nine Dragons Gate, who had belatedly arrived, saw was.

“Have you arrived?”

Lee San-hoo was sitting on top of the corpses, soaked in blood.

* * *

“Good heavens.”

Ha Se-min said in shock.

“What on earth did you do?”

In the meantime, they had been training separately at the Heavenly Demon Peak.

They were hunting evil spirits with the Unknowns.

Ha Se-min, Oh Jin-kyung, and Choi Ye-seul had all undergone significant changes.

Ha Se-min seemed to have found a clue to break through the wall, and Oh Jin-kyung had become proficient in the power of the Sea King she had obtained.

It was like that when there were opponents who could endlessly unleash their power without hesitation.

Choi Ye-seul and the Unknowns had leveled up several stages.

Knowing that Yi Rown was busy, they had expected to be recognized when they saw him again, but.

“What…”

Their faces, even Oh Jin-kyung’s face, contorted in shock.

“What have you done?”

Lee San-hoo appeared with Yi Rown.

“Did you perhaps regain the power of the Soul God?”

He was clearly different from two months ago.

“I wish that were the case.”

Lee San-hoo said, his face looking somewhat dazed.

“Have you ever died three times?”