Fucked Commission – Heavenly Demon Murim
This commission was fucked. I'd been chatting with Joo Hwayeon for a while. This lady...
She loves money way too much, doesn't she?
She'd founded her guild for the cash. Started hunting for the cash. Every damn word out of her mouth was money, money, money. Just as I was starting to get sick of it...
"Miss Hwayeon, you should head out now if you don't want to be late."
Her secretary stepped in to save me.
"Oh, already? Maybe it's because my little brother here listens so well?"
The age gap was pretty huge for calling me "little brother," but whatever. I let it slide.
Joo Hwayeon said she'd completely lost track of time. I played along, giving her the nods she wanted, and she seemed to enjoy the conversation.
"Well then, see you later, little brother."
She gave her farewell, and I returned the courtesy before heading out.
Come to think of it, what happened with the test?
This dungeon had been her exam, after all. Pass or fail? Her reaction suggested she'd passed. Hmm...
Dunno.
She'd contact me later if needed. For now, I just wanted to crash at home and sleep.
I'd just killed someone a little while ago. Right now, exhaustion was numbing my senses, but the mental shock could hit anytime.
Better to sleep it off before my brain started spinning.
I slept straight through for twelve hours. The fatigue was completely gone.
I'm totally fine?
I'd figured killing a person would bring some kind of breakdown. But nope. Nothing.
Am I a psychopath or something?
I wasn't emotionless. Hmm, what was it then?
No point overthinking it. Good was good—I'd roll with that.
It's a good thing, right?
Hunter life would throw plenty of killings my way. Getting too used to it might be a problem, but not freaking out over it? That's a win.
Time for the next commission?
This was more than enough rest. Sure, there'd been that incident along the way, but my vacation had been plenty long. Time to take on a new job.
No, before that.
There was one issue I needed to sort out first. Was it really an "issue," though?
Anyway, it was about the Sun God's Flame. This ability.
If I use it in another dimension, it might summon that dimension's sun god.
Me, the NTR raider, enemy of the protagonist? Yeah, that world's sun god would definitely fuck with me.
Sure, I could just not use Sun God's Flame in other dimensions. But who knew what situations might force my hand? I couldn't promise I wouldn't.
So, my solution?
"Come on down! Amaterasu!"
Summon Amaterasu! I prayed hard for her to show while activating Sun God's Flame.
"O, oooo!"
The flames began shifting into human form. Huh?
It was humanoid, alright, but not female.
A guy?
The divine grating was unmistakable—this was a god. But not Amaterasu.
Should I run?
Not every god was gonna be friendly to me. I debated bolting.
"No need to run."
A voice wiped away my worries. A familiar one I hadn't heard in ages.
"Shimbu Rumkun!" "Yeah, long time no see."
The guy who'd granted me my powers. And here he was again.
"Cut the jokes and come out already."
A sun god Shimbu Rumkun knew. If he and his father were the gods I thought they were...
This god was...
"Ah—!" "Stop."
Shimbu Rumkun clamped my mouth shut before I could say the name.
"You can't call a god's name without permission. Divine punishment."
He slowly pulled his hand away from my mouth.
Did I just dodge a bullet?
New fact learned. And thinking back to Amaterasu—she'd given permission first by revealing her name. That's why no punishment.
"Thanks." "Eh, whatever. Training a replacement would be a pain if you died."
Shimbu Rumkun replied with his usual lazy expression.
"Hahaha! So you're the human Father's taken an interest in?"
The fully manifested sun god looked down at me and laughed.
"Hmm! I sense Father's power from your lower body!"
My lower body. More precisely, staring right at my Heavenly Phallus.
A dude eyeballing my dick like that? Revulsion hit me hard.
"So, why'd you summon me?"
I couldn't exactly say, I called for Amaterasu, not you. Disaster.
So I explained everything except the Amaterasu part.
"Hmm, that's definitely risky."
The sun god conjured a tiny flame in his palm and held it out to me.
"Swallow it. It'll create a channel between us."
Swallowing this flame would let me use his power even in other dimensions.
Swallow fire?
He said it was safe, so...
Instincts are instincts, though.
I hesitated.
Fuck it!
Had to do it anyway. Closed my eyes and swallowed.
Tasteless, odorless. No heat at all—relief.
"That do it?"
No changes I could feel.
"Yep. You can use my power anywhere now. Spread my divine name far and wide with it!"
Hahaha!
He vanished laughing, just like he'd arrived. Amaterasu was friendly, and this guy too. Way too nice.
Mythology didn't paint them like this.
Were myths bullshit? I only felt goodwill from them. No hostility. For now, stay cautious till I knew more.
"So, why'd you show up?"
I asked Shimbu Rumkun, who was raiding my snacks at home.
"Me? Nom nom."
The bastard was munching obnoxiously.
"Father's orders."
He brushed crumbs off his hands—on my bed. Made me wanna smack him.
"Father's got one complaint."
Complaint? I'd given my all!
How much more did he want?
"Relax, it's not about you. Pretty childish, actually."
Shimbu Rumkun got up from the bed and tapped the ring on my finger. Lightning crackled, and its form shifted.
Andvari's Ring. From my first commission.
Ring that cursed a target with ruin. But it took too long to fully activate, so I'd never found the right moment.
Now it had lightning patterns etched into it.
"Father was miffed you lacked his signature lightning attribute."
So he'd modded my unused Andvari's Ring.
"Simple: Aim at target, channel mana, and lightning pours out."
God's lightning, no less.
Obviously drained all my mana in one go, like Sun God's Flame.
Can't solve this mana problem?
Even Platina's grating boost wasn't enough.
Sigh... Joo Hwayeon seems to have some mana-related grating too.
Time to set up a spot to rail her soon.
Thinking about fucking someone I barely know.
My brain felt pickled in pussy juice.
"And."
Shimbu Rumkun wasn't done.
"Your next commission's a world with a lightning-wielding protagonist."
Must've been a real sore spot.
"Lightning's a high-rank ability, so it'll be tough."
Wait, what? I wanted to complain, but...
"Good luck, then."
Shimbu Rumkun shoved me into another dimension by force.
**
"Ah... this is fucked."
The dimension I'd been dumped into: Murim.
Murim was bad enough, but the info flooding my head made it worse.
The protagonist here? Insanely strong.
Not just him—the heroine too.
Protagonist had mastered all four divine martial styles: Thunder God Style, Wind God Style, Fire God Style, Water God Style. In Murim, they called him inhuman.
Heroine? The Heavenly Demon.
The Heavenly Demon who wielded Heavenly Demon Art.
How the hell am I supposed to NTR her through that?
This body was an orphan, to boot.
Sigh, what now?
One strategy came to mind: Join the Heavenly Demon Cult and climb the ranks.
"Hmm..."
Wasn't there a better way? Starting from the bottom would take forever.
Years, easy. I'd think on it for a day.
Inventory had plenty of food, so time wasn't an issue. That's what I did—thought all day.
Using my rarely exercised brain gave me a headache.
"No other way."
My limited smarts couldn't come up with anything clever.
First, gather intel on the Heavenly Demon Cult.
I didn't know much about wuxia, but taverns were always the spot for info. Money wasn't an issue.
I'd shaken down those punks who'd picked a fight yesterday for plenty.
Waiter here was called a "jomsói," right?
Digging up vague memories of old wuxia novels, I called out.
"Jomsói!"
I ordered food and casually pumped the waiter for Heavenly Demon Cult info. He didn't know much.
But it wasn't a total bust.
Haomen, huh.
From what the waiter said, they were an info network powerhouse. Problem: No clue where they were or who ran it.
"You interested in the Heavenly Demon Cult, lad?"
As I pondered my next move, someone spoke up from behind. Dressed like a beggar.
I considered ignoring him, but the waiter's words rang: Haomen was a beggar gang.
"You know something?"
Just in case, I kept it polite.
"Ahem, belly's so empty words won't come out."
Blunt as hell—he wanted a meal. Info was worth feeding him.
Food arrived; he wolfed it down, burped, and looked satisfied.
"How much if you guide me to the Heavenly Demon Cult?"
Lucky break? Met someone who knew their location right away.