Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 99

The Three Kings’ Disciple (100)

099

“Haa.”

A small exhale.

The world, which had been flickering white, slowly began to regain its colors.

Within it, a dark figure.

A figure with scorched skin and half-exposed white bones.

“I’m gonna die.”

It was Ro-woon.

He had absorbed the explosion of the Red Bomb with his entire body.

This insane explosion had the power to make even Lee Shin-woo and Pile have a fit.

An explosion with tens of times the power of the mana that Benode and he had created and detonated in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

If this had detonated properly.

“The city would have been blown away.”

Ro-woon’s eyes were sinking.

As the world regained its color, his wounds were also healing.

Weeeeng.

The blood dantian [energy center in the lower abdomen] and heaven dantian [energy center in the head] rapidly released energy, restoring his body.

When the world finally found its full light.

Crack.

Ro-woon had returned to his original form.

His skin, hair, and eyes were a little clearer.

On his upper chest, exposed due to his burnt and torn clothes, a black ring was drawn.

“Still….”

Ro-woon wore a faint smile.

“It’s a success.”

He had finally achieved it.

This filthy, enormous energy had destroyed everything in Ro-woon and reconstructed his body.

He had succeeded in absorbing the energy in the process, and finally, Ro-woon had achieved the Circle.

‘The Emperor’s Ring.’

He had succeeded in creating the Sword King’s Circle, the Emperor’s Ring.

Clench.

The sensation he felt as he clenched his fist.

‘Expansion.’

He could feel his senses amplifying and expanding several times due to the influence of mana that controlled the outside.

The power of the Emperor’s Ring was not just this.

‘Just one for now.’

Only when these rings became nine could the Emperor’s Ring show the majesty of the Sword King.

Ro-woon looked around with slightly closed eyes.

The hotel, which had quite a history, had completely turned to ash and disappeared, leaving not even a trace.

And the figures lying on top of it.

He chuckled.

A hollow laugh came out at the sight.

Pile, who had collapsed, and Goliath and Cainrich, who were burnt.

And….

“There are people like this.”

The rest of the Batella Knights were also there.

Pile had ordered them to retreat, but they had stayed to the end to follow their commander.

Whether they had the desire to save humans like Pile or not, he didn’t know.

However, they had risked their lives according to Pile’s will.

“…….”

It didn’t give Ro-woon much of an impression, but it was enough to throw a small ripple.

And one more person.

“What?”

There was someone left.

“I was wondering if I could block the aftermath a bit….”

A man appeared from within the swaying dimension.

His appearance was also terrible.

Clothes all burnt, hair disheveled.

Still, the only strange thing was that he was still wearing his glasses, even though they were broken.

“It was a pointless act. How much of a monster have you become, little brother?”

It was Lee Shin-woo.

He had also remained.

“Were you trying to die?”

“I was planning to run away before I died. There’s a lot of power around to draw on, so I was confident I wouldn’t die.”

“You talk big.”

Ro-woon and Lee Shin-woo looked at each other.

The eyes of the two of them sank.

“First, we need to move these guys.”

The collapsed Batella Knights.

The barrier had disappeared, but the barrier created by Lee Shin-woo was cutting off the outside.

“Why?”

“We need to see who the bastards we need to catch and kill are.”

“Indeed.”

“I don’t care about other people’s lives, but I almost got hurt, didn’t I? They have to pay for that.”

Lee Shin-woo nodded at Ro-woon’s words.

Sway.

The dimension swayed again.

What appeared from within it was….

“Why are you guys here?”

It was the Dark Blood Unit members, along with Jung Chi-soo and Lee Yong-jin.

“I contacted them just in case because of you. They’re the ones who rushed over.”

It seemed like Lee Shin-woo had done something unnecessary.

“That’s good. Move them.”

It was fortunate that there were people to handle the aftermath.

If he left the aftermath to the Association, there was no way it would be handled cleanly.

“Now….”

“Now….”

The two brothers spoke at the same time.

“We need to take care of what’s left.”

“We should.”

The two brothers’ gazes looked outside the barrier.

* * *

When Pile headed to the room where the Red Bomb members were gathered.

Ro-woon released the barrier and went outside.

The Batella Knights might have difficulty breaking the barrier, but for Ro-woon, creating a hole to escape alone was not a difficult task.

And.

“……….”

Ro-woon had returned after finishing his business.

The hotel where the Red Bomb had detonated.

The high-rise building across from it.

Whirr.

The explosion of the Red Bomb had not spread outside, but as the barrier opened, the mana inside scattered, creating a storm-like wind.

Ro-woon and Lee Shin-woo, he saw the pillar on the rooftop of the building.

A man bound to a blood-red vine in a martyr-like pose.

“Yeah, it’s you after all, Shin-woo.”

The man said to Lee Shin-woo.

A bitter smile.

“I thought you were the only one who would interfere with this. But this is unexpected.”

The bloodied man spoke in a composed voice.

“I didn’t think you’d have such a helper.”

Lee Shin-woo and Ro-woon.

“A Murim warrior?” [A martial artist from a specific sect or clan]

Having said that, the man now spoke to Ro-woon.

“Why is a Murim warrior helping the militia?”

His voice was genuinely curious.

“Don’t you think of us as bugs or trash?”

His voice was tinged with self-deprecation.

Ro-woon’s face was slightly altered by the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

Lee Shin-woo, as if he didn’t want to hear any more, spoke to his opponent, Kwon Cheol.

“You’ve become quite talkative since I last saw you.”

“Aren’t you happy?”

A direct answer came out.

“It’s the day you finally broke free from your rigid thinking and shed your shell.”

“…….”

“To kill a demon, you have to join hands with a demon. Didn’t I teach you that?”

Kwon Cheol.

He was smiling.

Even though all his limbs were tied to the pillar, and a long blood needle was even stuck in his chest.

“It seems you’ve finally found the path you need to take.”

He was smiling.

“……….”

“But you shouldn’t have interfered this time.”

Kwon Cheol said.

“You should have left it alone.”

“Are you saying we should have left tens of thousands of people to die?”

“Then the war would have started again.”

Kwon Cheol said.

“As many Murim warriors of Eun would have died as those who died today. That would bring the liberation of our homeland closer. If the evil of the world is reduced by that much….”

It was madness.

“It’s a death that’s worth it. Don’t you think?”

It was the voice of a completely insane person.

Ro-woon, who had been listening quietly.

“Ha.”

He sighed and stepped forward.

“I didn’t want to see you again.”

“……Hmm?”

“You’ve gone even crazier since I last saw you.”

Ro-woon said to Kwon Cheol with a bitter smile.

“Long time no see.”

He and Ro-woon.

No, even Lee Shin-woo.

The three of them were people who couldn’t not know each other.

“Director.”

Kwon Cheol, he was the director of the Saebom Orphanage where Ro-woon, Lee Shin-woo, and the guild members of Dank had grown up.

* * *

Saebom Orphanage.

It was an ordinary place with nothing special about it.

Numerous people had died due to the world’s invasion.

Even after that, people continued to die.

The Murim warriors who were trying to take over Asia were brutally suppressing people, and those who had the will to resist were dying silently overnight.

Before they knew it, Eun had taken control of the government.

There was resistance from the government, but there was nothing they could do against the superhumans they saw in novels and comics.

Bullets, tanks, those were effective at first.

But how could they deal with those who had infiltrated among the people?

‘Nuclear.’

In the end, some countries even planned to launch nuclear missiles to push back Eun and Einheart.

But not a single missile was launched.

‘Where should we shoot?’

The world’s invasion.

The world had become mixed up.

The nest of the volcano was unknown, but it would be somewhere in Seoul.

The gate of Shaolin was located somewhere in Beijing, the capital of China.

The gate of Namgung opened in Tokyo, and the gate of Tang opened in Osaka.

So.

‘Where will you shoot?’

They would all die together.

The worst weapon created by mankind had no other way but to self-destruct.

So many people died.

Since there were many dead, there were also many alive.

‘Orphans.’

Saebom Orphanage was such a place.

A place where the children of those who had died at the hands of Murim warriors gathered.

And the one who raised them was this man.

“That ugliness is still the same. Director.”

“You….”

It was Kwon Cheol.

Saebom Orphanage, he thought it was an ordinary place with nothing special about it.

But….

“Ro-woon, is that you?”

It wasn’t.

That place was a training center.

A training center that trained soldiers.

But it was different from the meaningful places that existed in South Korea in the past.

A place that taught only brainwashing and indoctrination, ignoring individual will.

‘Murim warriors are not human.’

It took a long time to realize that the things they took for granted were not natural.

It took a long time to realize that the games they had been playing since they were young were not games but training.

That place was a prison.

A life where they could not leave the orphanage without even receiving elementary education.

The government, which was controlled by Eun, had no power to save even such deep places.

They fought, and fought again, and learned that it was natural.

But as time passed, he realized that something was wrong, and Ro-woon escaped from the orphanage with his friends.

‘At that time, my brother….’

He remained there.

His brother, who had already reached a point of no return.

‘The director is right.’

His brother, who had abandoned Ro-woon, saying that hell was right and that he had to save the world.

That was the past.

“Haha….”

The sound of Kwon Cheol’s laughter.

“Hahahaha-!”

It spread out as a maniacal laugh.

“You were alive! Ro-woon, you were alive!”

He said, looking at Ro-woon.

“You are the masterpiece. Not your brother next to you, but you are my masterpiece!”

His head throbbed at his shouting madness.

“Now… the time has come.”

Kwon Cheol struggled to reach out his hand while still tied up.

“Ro-woon. It’s your father. I took you in and raised you.”

“…….”

“Now it’s your turn to come back into my arms.”

His eyes were endlessly serious.

“You’ve overcome all those adversities and hardships and returned. As expected….”

His eyes were stained with madness.

“It was you.”

Ro-woon approached Kwon Cheol.

“Yes. That’s it. Come into this father’s arms.”

Kwon Cheol shouted alone.

Ro-woon took one step, one step closer to him.

“Now liberation is coming. Finally, that time is coming.”

Ro-woon stood in front of Kwon Cheol.

“You crazy bastard.”

A cold curse, as if it contained no emotion.

“I don’t know whether to thank you for making me feel this emotion again.”

“Ro-woon.”

“Yeah. Thank you.”

A greeting filled with sincerity.

“So….”

Ro-woon’s hand slowly reached out towards Kwon Cheol.

“Now, die.”

“Ro….”

Crack!

Kwon Cheol’s neck, which had been tied up, turned a full circle and fell off.

Ro-woon turned his body away from Kwon Cheol as if he had no more regrets.

“Why? Did you have something left to say?”

He said to Lee Shin-woo, but Lee Shin-woo only shook his head without a word.

Two militia groups in South Korea.

Among them, the head of the Red Army, who was closer to a radical group than a hardline group.

The head, Kwon Cheol, had his head cut off.

“Let’s go.”