Chapter 60
Chapter 60
Chapter 60
Master Craftsman Showdown (1)
People sometimes do pointless things. It's not like I'm exempt from such cases either.
Incheon Airport.
'Jimun Seo-saeng, just you wait.'
It was the day Fairy was returning home.
—Cult Leader, I think it would be good for you to go meet them.
—Why?
—There are several meanings. It's complicated, would you like to hear?
By my estimate, it seemed to be for political reasons.
The fact that I, as Cult Leader, personally welcomed Fairy would be a great help to them, and meeting Fairy who was returning from China directly would make good article material.
'Jimun Seo-saeng will handle the deeper matters himself.'
I had come out after listening to him, but it was a big mistake.
"Please give me an autograph."
"Wowww."
"I want to join the Heavenly Demon Cult too."
"I want to be like you too, hyung."
People had already gathered around me.
Moreover, the press waiting to cover Fairy had discovered me.
'This is driving me crazy.'
The important thing was that everyone here would die just from brushing against my body. It was a situation where I couldn't even push through with force.
"Tsk, you won't even give an autograph?"
When I didn't do anything for them, the cheers quickly turned to criticism.
"How arrogant."
I heard these words too.
All I could do was just ponder what to do about this unexpected situation.
"Look at that expression. Disgusting, so disgusting."
I felt the hardships of celebrities once again.
'Can't such things be legally punished?'
It was a loophole in the law.
'The day I rule the world, you'll all go to prison.'
Most fights begin with words.
Words are like swords.
So when you're stabbed by words, you draw your sword.
If you don't want to be stabbed by a sword, just be careful with your words. There are too many people who don't do that simple thing.
Of course, this is also a world with many crazy bastards who draw their swords even without being stabbed by words. For such bastards, beating is the medicine.
The arrival time was tight, so I was trying to enter the airport when suddenly a commotion occurred.
"Ahhh!"
A bag had fallen from the 3rd floor of the airport to the 1st floor where I was.
The hard case bag was falling straight toward the head of the teenage girl who had criticized me.
I hesitated for a moment.
The girl, who appeared to be a high school student, was completely unaware of the bag.
'Should I let her die?'
But my body reacted first.
Kwang!
I leaped up and kicked away the falling bag.
As I suddenly appeared and the noise sounded, the high school girl screamed and ducked. Even then, the high school girl hadn't seen the falling bag.
"Hey! You son of a bitch!"
Thinking I was attacking her, the high school girl shouted desperately.
Unable to even look at me in fear, yet her mouth wouldn't close until the end.
"There are lots of people here! Try it, you crazy bastard!"
I was seeing with my own eyes a real monster created by media.
"Your character is monstrous."
Starting with my words, criticism erupted from around us.
"She saved your life and you act like that?"
"Should have just let her die."
"What trash."
Only then did the high school girl, realizing something was wrong, look around. Even after seeing the sprawled bag, she couldn't grasp the situation.
An airport police officer who was nearby rushed over and informed the girl of the situation.
The girl's face reddened as she muttered.
"Still, you appeared too suddenly..."
"Then I should have not appeared suddenly and just let you die."
"Isn't that too harsh?"
She lifted her head and glared at me.
There was no sense of gratitude at all. Those eyes contained only annoyance and displeasure.
At this point, she had no value as a human being.
"Honestly, you should have just died. Someone like you only becomes a murderer who kills other people's character just by being alive."
"Murderer?"
"A murderer isn't only someone who kills bodies. Someone who kills character is also a murderer. Someone exactly like you becomes a murderer who kills character."
I just turned around. She wasn't worth talking to.
In Murim, degrading someone's honor leads to revenge. Character and life are one.
"Hey! Stop right there! You crazy psychopath bastard! What makes a cult leader of a pseudo-religion so great!"
The trash was calling. So I gave her what she wanted.
I approached the girl closely. While doing so, I released my killing intent.
Instantly, the girl's body trembled as if electrocuted, then she sat down with a thud. And water leaked out between her skirt.
"A smell that suits you is coming out."
I curled up the corners of my mouth and sneered.
An expression I learned from the Witch. There was no way to check if it was well made.
I turned away from her.
Camera flashes had been going off endlessly since I kicked the bag.
When Fairy came out of the arrival gate, I had even more regrets.
Because there were more people.
Rules and laws weren't important to journalists. Even though it was a no-coverage area, flashes went off, and they thrust microphones like weapons.
As irritation surged and I was about to frown, So Iryeon said through voice transmission.
—Cult Leader, please endure it. When you're angry, smile. That's how I practiced.
—Does that work?
—It works if you practice.
So Iryeon actually greeted the journalists with a smiling face as she moved to the car.
Only after reaching the car could I become free.
"I'm never coming again."
I said that after getting in the car.
"But Cult Leader, why did you get in this car?"
Now that I thought about it, it was Fairy's van.
There were enough seats so there was room. Instead, Cheong Ak-sal rode in a different car instead of me.
"I was trying to escape quickly."
"Why? I like it."
Someone hugged me from behind.
It was Jang So-yeon. She even kissed my cheek without hesitation despite being in front of the members.
Again, I could have avoided it but didn't.
"Won't you just come sit next to me?"
"Let me say what I need to say first."
"Tsk, I missed you but you're being cold."
"If I get hot, I won't stop. Do it if you can handle it."
At my words, the other members cheered.
'This is comfortable.'
Others see me as special. So it's uncomfortable. That's why, except for the family in Yangpyeong, I generally don't talk.
Fairy was different.
They treated me the same as the time we spent together before.
That was really comfortable. Here, it wasn't strange to act like a sixteen-year-old.
"Are the journalists following?"
"Yes."
"When we get to Yangpyeong, we need to put on a bit of a show."
"Should I do it?"
"You and Hundred Tiger Ghost."
So Iryeon's reaction was one of interest.
"Hundred Tiger Ghost and I get along really well."
"I know. But only you get along well. Think about Hundred Tiger Ghost too."
"I treat him so well! In China, we even heard people asking if the two of us were dating."
The other members made strange expressions at those words.
I noticed this and asked So Iryeon.
"What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything."
"Be honest."
"Really. We just sparred a bit on the hotel rooftop at dawn."
"So you called Hundred Tiger Ghost out at dawn?"
"We were inside anyway, so no one else saw."
I turned around. Among them, the youngest, Jeong A-reum, tapped her own ear.
"So Iryeon, how did you block the sound? If you two sparred, the noise would have been tremendous."
"Huh? That was..."
The other members turned their gazes away.
"So you advertised to the entire hotel?"
"So what? Everyone already knows we're from the Heavenly Demon Cult and that we're reincarnators."
It wasn't wrong, so I just let it pass.
"When we arrive, you'll hold the Magic Sword, and Hundred Tiger Ghost will hold the Renowned Sword. Jimun Seo-saeng will tell you the scenario, so you just need to do as told."
"Well, easy enough."
"Be careful this time. If you make a mistake, your gift is gone too."
"My gift? Now that you mention it, who is Torto? I understand Cheollu. But did Cheollu join?"
I told her everything through voice transmission.
As we suddenly stopped talking, the members looked at us strangely.
"What? Did you have a secret conversation?"
"Unnie, that's too much."
"Uram! I'm disappointed!"
"I think I'm going to cry."
Criticism exploded.
I finished the entire conversation first, then looked back and said.
"It won't be fun if you know in advance. You'll get to see it in person."
Fairy had no next schedule. Knowing this, Jimun Seo-saeng wanted to meet Fairy.
This was by my order.
—Clearly define the relationship between Fairy and the Heavenly Demon Cult. Whether to go together or separately.
This was for both sides.
"Let's sleep over for a day."
"Sure. I don't want to sleep alone at home."
The members were happy too, and the car headed straight to Yangpyeong.
6 PM in the evening.
It was the height of summer heat and the days were long, so it was still bright.
The van carrying us stopped at the house entrance.
The press couldn't cross the boundary line that the Witch had set. Because the Witch's animals were guarding it.
Just a few days ago, there was an incident where a press vehicle trying to cross this line was smashed. After that incident, no one crossed the boundary line.
Instead, the latest existing equipment was set up outside the boundary line.
Some press even pitched tents and worked in shifts.
Shortly after.
A sword was handed to So Iryeon, who got out of the van. And Hundred Tiger Ghost stood on the opposite side.
Both had swords.
Hwareureuk!
Suddenly flames arose from So Iryeon's sword and dozens of fireballs floated up. Meanwhile, Hundred Tiger Ghost's sword was a dark color that refused even sunlight.
The sword sparring began.
Every time So Iryeon moved her sword, flames burst forth covering Hundred Tiger Ghost. Hundred Tiger Ghost counterattacked while looking for opportunities, and So Iryeon barely dodged.
Seogeok!
Hundred Tiger Ghost's sword grazed a thick stone piece at the house entrance.
The stone piece was cut as smoothly as a wooden block.
Just as their fight was about to become even more intense, I intervened.
"That's enough. Sufficient."
My eyes saw Hundred Tiger Ghost's hand glowing red hot. He had raised his internal energy to the extreme to cut the stone piece.
The sword So Iryeon was holding was also about to crumble into ash.
All the magic was used by the Witch, so even though it was an iron sword, it couldn't last long.
If it hadn't been So Iryeon, her hands would have been injured by the heated sword's temperature.
"Go inside now."
The advertisement was over.
Since it happened in the yard, the press must have captured this footage.
As expected, this video spread quickly.
—The swords of Torto and Cheollu reveal their substance.
People cheered, and the story expanded rapidly.
—There's another sword of Torto.
—Cheollu's sword has no magic but can cut Torto's sword.
—Torto's sword is made from dragon bone.
Speculation became a story, and it conceived another story between falsehood and truth.
"The atmosphere has ripened enough."
In the laboratory, the Witch and I were observing the worldwide reaction.
"The Ten Alliance bastards must have heard the news too, right?"
"They won't appear."
"Are you sure?"
"For the next few years, they'll focus on experiments. Whether it's Chimera or Magic Swordsman, that surgery isn't simple."
"How long do you think it will take?"
The Witch couldn't calculate exactly either.
"It'll take about 2 years. Fast would be 2 years, at the latest 5 years. By then it should be complete."
Still, there was quite a bit of time left.
"That aside, what kind of weapon do you want?"
The Witch from my previous life didn't have a weapon.
"A dress."
"Clothes? That works too?"
"If it's Torto, it's possible. I've even seen it. Of course, he refused my proposal."
"Don't tell me the thing you asked him to make was a dress?"
"That's right."
The Witch didn't wear any particular accessories. Now that I looked, her clothes were always white. With long skirts with lace.
"This plan absolutely must succeed."
"Why?"
"I want to make changes to my style now too. Wearing the same clothes for over a thousand years became boring. In this life, I'm going to dress up differently."
"That's your reason?"
"It's the most certain reason. What did you expect?"
"I thought it would at least be a staff."
The corners of the Witch's mouth rose. A clear sneer.
"That's something used by those who aren't confident in magic."
"But you wanted an artifact."
I said as if it was strange.
Then the Witch confidently denied my words.
"No."
"Then why do you want Torto?"
The Witch answered as if it were obvious.
"Because the design is pretty."
I was speechless and couldn't say any more words.