Weapon-Eating Bastard [EN]: Chapter 136

Weapon-Eating Bastard 136

We couldn’t continue the conversation there, so I headed to the hotel arranged by Jeong Jin-soo with Jang Han.

The hotel was decent, located on the outskirts of Sichuan.

I deliberately avoided overly luxurious accommodations to avoid attracting attention or getting involved in troublesome situations.

“Are you going to keep using that magic for disguise?”

“I was just about to stop.”

I deactivated the Myriad Iron Skin ability that had been covering my face.

Jang Han had found me even though I was using Myriad Iron Skin.

Well, if you’re a martial artist sensitive to energy, you wouldn’t fail to recognize someone just because their face changed a little. Besides, Jang Han is a former assassin.

I sat at the table in the living room and began to speak.

“Let’s continue where we left off. How did the number 2,000 come about?”

The list of participants I had received in advance from Jeong Jin-soo and the Black Crow Association listed around 500 members affiliated with the Nine Dragons Union.

While 500 was a large number, it was understandable given that the Nine Dragons Union was the organization with the most members worldwide.

However, 2,000 is an unacceptable level.

“Not all Chinese sects or martial families are affiliated with the Nine Dragons Union, but they all keep an eye on it.”

“They bribed the organizations of other participants.”

“I don’t know what they offered, but there was some kind of deal.”

Hearing that, I immediately understood the situation.

‘They’re planning to use those 2,000 people to harass potential finalists who aren’t affiliated with the Nine Dragons Union.’

It was probably a plan to ensure that participants affiliated with the Nine Dragons Union, including the Demon Sword Lord, would advance to the finals.

If those 2,000 participants decided to harass other participants, it would be difficult to handle in most cases.

“All for the Demon Sword Lord’s grand debut. It’s a very Nine Dragons Union-like method.”

Jang Han sneered at my words.

“…It’s quite offensive, but I won’t deny it.”

Demon Sword Lord, Seo Woong-geon.

He is a person with a complex background.

Born into the Seo family, affiliated with the Council of Elders.

Also affiliated with the direct disciple of the Nine Dragons Union Lord.

In the current political structure of the Nine Dragons Union, which is divided into the Council of Elders faction and the Union Lord faction, he is a unique figure who receives support from both sides.

As the name Master of the Demon Sword suggests, he is the owner of one of the few demon-class weapons in the world, and his martial arts talent is outstanding. He is known to have been raised with considerable effort by the Nine Dragons Union Lord.

‘I didn’t expect the Demon Sword Lord to appear so soon.’

He rarely showed himself to the world for various reasons.

I didn’t expect him to participate this time.

‘Anyway, now that he has decided to show himself, both the Council of Elders and the Nine Dragons Union Lord will want him to achieve noticeable results.’

That’s why both factions have joined forces.

I organized my thoughts and looked at Jang Han.

“Why did you bother telling me this?”

“It was a warning.”

“Did you think I would be eliminated by just a few mediocre guys gathering?”

“They won’t be mediocre. Many talented next-generation members of the Nine Dragons Union have participated for the Demon Sword Lord. In addition, some disciples who were taught by the Union Lord, although not direct disciples, have also participated. If they all rush at you like crazy, it will be quite annoying.”

Jang Han tapped the table and continued.

“Besides, you’ll have troublesome things happening outside of the competition. Don’t get eliminated in some mediocre place until I avenge my defeat in the last match.”

I smiled and met Jang Han’s gaze.

“Thanks for the warning, but do you think you can win this time?”

At my words, Jang Han raised the corners of his mouth.

“Of course. You can look forward to it.”

With those words, Jang Han took his longsword and got up from his seat.

“Then, I’ve warned you. I’ll be going now.”

I didn’t bother to see him off.

We’re not that close.

After Jang Han left, I sat still and looked out the window.

‘Demon Sword Lord, Demon Sword Lord…’

In the end, these complicated things started with him.

‘If so…’

I immediately picked up the phone.

After a brief ringing, someone’s voice came from the other side of the receiver.

“Yes, I’ve answered. What’s going on?”

It was the voice of the head of the Black Crow Association’s Chinese branch, whom I had seen in Russia.

I calmly looked out the window and opened my mouth.

“I have a favor to ask.”

* * *

A group of people were occupying a luxury hotel bar and drinking heavily.

They didn’t look like adults, but the bartenders and managers, including the manager, were trembling and couldn’t say anything.

Because they were members of the Nine Dragons Union.

Moreover, the one who had organized this gathering was none other than Lee Dan-chun, the youngest of the Nine Dragons Union Lord’s disciples.

“Hahaha! Did you see the reception desk today? Even guys who seem to have just learned magic gathered.”

“The kimchi bastards [derogatory term for Koreans] in the corner and the island Japs [derogatory term for Japanese] also came.”

“They’re ridiculous. Did they think they could do anything here?”

The eyes of those who were puffing on handmade tobacco that didn’t look like ordinary cigarettes were somewhat unfocused.

“Ahem!”

Amidst the commotion, Lee Dan-chun was glancing at one person sitting in the seat of honor.

Lee Dan-chun approached the boy with white skin sitting in the seat of honor and asked in a polite voice.

“…Is there anything you don’t like? You look uncomfortable.”

The boy picked up a piece of fruit on the table, hesitated, and scratched the back of his head with an awkward smile.

“No… Haha. I’m not used to this kind of place.”

Among the noisy crowd, he was the only one who didn’t consume alcohol or tobacco.

And when the boy spoke, the other boys and girls who were gathered also began to look at him subtly.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that the Demon Sword Lord is so veiled in mystery, so I thought it was fate to meet you like this, so I was just trying to treat you…”

Lee Dan-chun continued to speak in detail.

The boy shook his head at the sight of him looking somewhat humble.

“It’s okay. It’s amazing to have this kind of experience.”

“If, if you’re not uncomfortable, that’s a relief.”

“I’m not uncomfortable. Rather, it’s fun because it’s the first time I’ve hung out with people my age.”

Lee Dan-chun’s eyes twinkled as he looked at the boy with a very pure smile.

“Then, may I offer you a drink?”

Lee Dan-chun subtly held up the liquor, but the boy scratched his cheek and made a difficult expression.

“I…”

“Why is that?”

“Ah, well, I’m only 18 years old. I think it’s a little early to learn how to drink. Hehe. Just give me a glass of water.”

At those words, Lee Dan-chun’s eyes widened.

“Ahaha… Yes, I understand.”

Lee Dan-chun quickly picked up a water bottle and poured it into a cup.

The boy smiled and drank the water.

Looking at the boy, Lee Dan-chun’s smiling expression twitched slightly.

‘I thought he would be a generous hero or a mysterious person because he is the Union Lord’s direct disciple who is shrouded in secrecy…’

Demon Sword Lord, Seo Woong-geon.

He was a mysterious figure that even few people in the disciple group knew.

In this situation, I was going to treat him in various ways to get some points because I was going to act together in this competition.

‘But he doesn’t drink alcohol, and he doesn’t seem interested in drugs or women…’

I was worried that drugs and alcohol would not be enough, so I prepared men and women just in case.

But Seo Woong-geon was not interested in either.

He was just smiling with an inscrutable expression.

“Hmm, by the way, I’m getting sleepy. Can I get up first?”

“Ah! Yes, yes. Of course. How can we block the Demon Sword Lord’s path?”

“Demon Sword Lord. Hehe. I’m embarrassed. I feel like you can’t have fun comfortably because of me… I’ll go now.”

The boy, who scratched the back of his head again, slowly got up from his seat.

Lee Dan-chun looked at the boy and awkwardly met the eyes of his other Nine Dragons Union colleagues.

-Is it okay?

It was the Nine Dragons Union’s unique magic technique, telepathy, which transmits sound with magic.

One boy answered Lee Dan-chun’s telepathy.

-We can’t have fun with that guy. Just leave him alone. We won’t be able to play like this when the competition starts, so are you going to throw away this opportunity?

-Isn’t that right? Now that we’ve started playing…

At that time, Lee Dan-chun felt something chilly and looked at Seo Woong-geon.

‘What, what is it?’

Seo Woong-geon was still looking at Lee Dan-chun with a seemingly clumsy smile.

But it felt strangely chilling.

At that moment, Seo Woong-geon opened his mouth.

“Hey, can I ask you a favor?”

“Ah, yes, yes…”

“I think I forgot my accommodation. Can you give me directions?”

“Ah…”

Lee Dan-chun hesitated for a moment, but soon quickly cleared his head with magic and nodded.

“Yes! I will escort you!”

“Then please.”

At Seo Woong-geon’s words, Lee Dan-chun staggered up and left the bar.

‘It’s a stone’s throw away, but he forgot his accommodation… Is this guy really the Union Lord’s direct disciple? He just ruined the fun.’

Lee Dan-chun grumbled like that, but he didn’t reveal his true feelings and politely guided Seo Woong-geon.

Seo Woong-geon’s accommodation was a luxury hotel in the downtown area.

As they headed there, Seo Woong-geon suddenly called out to Lee Dan-chun.

“Oh? What’s that?”

“What are you talking about?”

Seo Woong-geon pointed to a dark, deserted alleyway.

A shaded place where the neon signs of the downtown area did not reach. No matter how much Lee Dan-chun looked, he couldn’t see anything special.

“Let’s go over there for a moment.”

“Are you talking about that alleyway?”

Lee Dan-chun’s expression hardened slightly.

What’s there to go to in a place like that?

But even so, Lee Dan-chun couldn’t refuse.

“Yes! Demon Sword Lord, let’s go.”

Lee Dan-chun entered the alleyway.

Ooh!

At that moment, he felt the strange chill he had felt in the bar once again.

And…

‘Huh?’

Crack!

Lee Dan-chun felt his vision tilting along with a sound like something breaking.

Belatedly, terrible pain ran through his spine and spread throughout his body.

“Kuaaa… Keureuk!”

The moment he was about to scream, something suddenly flashed in front of his nose, and he felt terrible pain in his neck.

Lee Dan-chun belatedly realized that his Adam’s apple had been cut.

A hole was created in his neck, and no sound came out.

“Ah, don’t scream. I really hate noisy things.”

“Eueueueuk!”

Lee Dan-chun tried to figure out the situation with a flustered expression.

Why suddenly?

He belatedly grasped the situation.

Both knees were bent in a deformed way.

His neck was also cut.

Why?

“Ah, that’s because… I actually have a bit of an illness.”

The Demon Sword Lord stroked Lee Dan-chun’s neck with a gentle touch.

As magic permeated the torn skin, the bleeding quickly stopped.

“Ah, ah!”

But Lee Dan-chun realized that his voice was not coming out.

The magic that had permeated to stop the bleeding had shattered even his vocal cords.

“That disease started when I got the Demon Sword… I can’t stand it unless I cut someone. You said you wanted to keep treating me for my sake, so please do this too. Okay?”

“Eueue! Eueueueue!”

At Seo Woong-geon’s words, Lee Dan-chun shook his head like crazy and trembled.

Seureureung-.

And at that moment, Seo Woong-geon slowly stretched out the sword he was holding in his right hand.

A sword with an unidentified line attached to the red sword body like a blood vessel.

A demon-class sword, the Blood Demon Sword.

“Actually, I thought it would be okay if I killed a few people from the main branch before coming here today? But I think you were talking behind my back with telepathy at the bar earlier. Ah! That doesn’t mean I was angry. But when I see things like that, I get excited. It’s a bit of a disease. Do you understand?”

Seo Woong-geon’s Blood Demon Sword slowly stretched towards Lee Dan-chun’s neck.

“Keueueueue!”

Puk…

The tip of the sword cut through the skin and slowly dug in.

Lee Dan-chun struggled with the sensation of the sword slowly entering the inside of his neck through his skin, but it was useless.

The Demon Sword continued to dig into his neck, which he couldn’t even resist.

“Ah!”

Seo Woong-geon’s eyes, which had been wearing a strange smile all along, began to glow with a strange heat.

His face turned red as if he were drunk, and he pushed the sword in as if he couldn’t stand it.

Puk!

The Demon Sword finally pierced Lee Dan-chun’s neck, and Lee Dan-chun’s body slumped.

Not a single drop of blood flowed.

Because the magic burned it as soon as the sword pierced it, only a terrible bloody smell and the smell of burning remained.

Seo Woong-geon, who had been staring down at Lee Dan-chun’s corpse with hazy eyes as if he were immersed in the afterglow for a long time, frowned.

“Ah… This idiot. I did it again. What should I say to my teacher? Should I just get rid of everything with the Demon Sword?”

Seo Woong-geon hesitated with a troubled expression.

But it was that moment.

“I knew it, but he was crazy, really crazy.”

Seo Woong-geon was startled and turned his body around.

“Who is it?”

Someone was walking out from across the alley.

The height is about 170 centimeters [approximately 5’7″].

The body was solid, but the momentum was calm.

The face… something is strange.

It’s natural, but there’s a strange sense of incongruity.

T 떨다! [shiver]

Since receiving the Demon Sword from his teacher, Seo Woong-geon had been feeling emotions he had never felt before.

‘Tension?’

Seureureung!

The ring on the opponent’s right hand suddenly swallowed the magic and turned into a sword.

Hwaak!

In an instant, a black shadow covered Seo Woong-geon.