Episode 12
Episode 12
Translation: Godtl
In the dimly lit dormitory, most cadets had fallen into a deep slumber, exhausted from the day's grueling training. Cheon Mu-jin was no exception. After dozing off briefly, he had unknowingly sunk into a heavy sleep. Amidst the chorus of snores echoing through the space, a man slowly rose to his feet—the 190th-ranked cadet of the Demon Path Pavilion, acting under Cheon Gi-baek's orders. Carefully, the man retrieved a small blade hidden between the straps tied around his thigh. Normally, bringing weapons into the dormitory was strictly prohibited. This one had been smuggled in with great caution.
"Huuu..."
After exhaling a quiet sigh, he crept toward the window. Cheon Mu-jin lay sleeping there. Since the dormitory housed so many, there was no space for private rooms—only thin curtains partitioned the sleeping areas. Still, the fabric provided enough cover to conceal his movements, as the inside wasn't fully visible. Relieved, the 190th-ranked cadet slowly approached Mu-jin's side. The man appeared to be peacefully asleep.
Truthfully, Cheon Gi-baek had ordered Mu-jin's death, but that was an exceedingly difficult task. If a murder occurred within the Demon Path Pavilion, it would never be overlooked. If a killing really happened, who would be caught—Cheon Gi-baek, or himself? The answer was obvious. And even then, would Gi-baek take responsibility for him? Not a chance. As it stood, he was only doing this because Gi-baek's status left him no choice. What else could he do? Angering Gi-baek in the first place had been his mistake.
'I bear no personal grudge, but... I'm sorry.'
If he didn't harm Mu-jin here, he was as good as dead. Still, he had no intention of killing him. Severing the meridians in his arm would be enough—it would effectively end Mu-jin's life as a martial artist.
"Huuu..."
Slowly, the 190th-ranked cadet pressed the blade against Mu-jin's wrist. A clean cut through the meridians, then disposing of the knife—no evidence would remain. After that, he could simply return to his own sleeping spot and lie down. At least, that was what he believed—until the moment he saw Mu-jin's axe-sharp eyes wide open, staring straight at him.
The instant their gazes met, the cadet immediately swung the blade—but Mu-jin's reaction was far faster. In a flash, he fired the taser gun from his fingertip.
ZZZZZAP!
"GGRRAAAGHHH!!!"
A searing current surged through the cadet's body. A normal taser would have merely knocked him unconscious, but tragically, this was a monster-hunting model—far too powerful for a mere Second-rate martial artist to endure. His entire body burned as the stench of charred flesh filled the air, marking the cadet's final moments.
Well, he wasn't dead yet. Just grievously wounded.
Mu-jin immediately grabbed the cadet by the collar and dragged him outside the dormitory. The dead of night in the forest—no one would notice anything that happened here.
"Get up. Playing dead won't earn you any mercy."
Mu-jin's voice was razor-sharp as he glared down at the man sprawled at his feet. With great effort, the 190th-ranked cadet forced his eyes open.
"Just as I thought."
Truthfully, Mu-jin had only thrown out that line as a bluff—but it had landed perfectly.
"P-please... spare me..."
CRUNCH.
Unfortunately, Mu-jin's fury had yet to subside. With an icy expression, he stomped on the cadet's chest.
"Who gave you permission?"
The reason for his rage was simple: if he hadn't prepared for unforeseen circumstances by buying that taser gun, he would have died right then and there. He didn't know exactly what would happen after death, but he had no desire to test it recklessly. And considering how the original game's ending played out upon death, he doubted anything hopeful awaited him.
So, he had to vent this anger—on this damned bastard.
THUD! THUD!
The sound of relentless kicks continued for a long while. When it finally stopped, the cadet's face was so swollen and charred that he looked like he'd been stung by a swarm of bees.
"So, which bastard put you up to this little stunt?"
A cold, murderous edge laced Mu-jin's voice.
"I—"
Before the cadet could finish speaking, the taser gun seared his body once more.
"GGRRAAAGHHH!!!"
The agony of electrocution was beyond imagination.
"Do you want to keep getting fried until you talk?"
Mu-jin whispered, wiggling his fingers tauntingly in front of the cadet's face. The man's eyes trembled violently.
Looking at Cheon Mu-jin, who uttered such terrifying words so casually, the disciple realized he might truly die here. Sadly, Cheon Gi-baek couldn't protect him now—assuming he even had any intention to in the first place.
Finally, the disciple opened his mouth. Perhaps due to the electric shocks, his lips barely parted, parched as if all moisture had been scorched away. "Ch-Ch-Ch—"
Even as he struggled to speak, his mind swirled with chaotic thoughts. If I talk here, Cheon Gi-baek will kill me, won't he? But then again, if he didn't speak, Cheon Mu-jin would kill him anyway.
"So, it's someone from the Cheon Family, huh?"
"Y-Yes. Cheon Gi-baek ordered it."
"Just as I expected."
"You... knew...?"
"Of course. I just needed confirmation. Now, you're useless."
At the same time, a finger infused with Internal Energy pierced through the disciple's skull. Pik! The sound of air being split accompanied the hole drilled into his forehead. The disciple collapsed. Blood trickled out in rivulets.
"He said Cheon Gi-baek did it, but I still haven't heard why."
So, what should he do? Find someone worth killing—and extract the reason from them.
***
Dawn broke, and chaos erupted in the Demon Path Pavilion. The night had seen a disciple attempting to take another disciple's life. In truth, this alone wasn't particularly unusual—murderous intent among disciples was a common occurrence here. The real issue was the fact that someone had succeeded in killing.
Though there was some debate, in the end, Cheon Mu-jin was declared innocent. The verdict? Justifiable self-defense.
And so, Cheon Mu-jin stepped outside the Demon Path Pavilion. The area was quiet, a stretch of idle grassland—and beside him stood a single guest.
"So, what possible reason could Cheon Gi-baek have for wanting me dead?"
"Uuuugh—!"
The woman beside Cheon Mu-jin was none other than Ju-rin. And Ju-rin couldn't answer—not because she refused, but because Cheon Mu-jin had already gagged her mouth with a bamboo bit.
So even if she wanted to say something, she couldn't bring herself to speak—her sweat-drenched body could only writhe helplessly.
From the start, Cheon Mu-jin had no intention of listening to Ju-rin.
He simply wanted to torment her.
He was also curious—when would she truly surrender?
"No answer?"
"Mmphh—bbrrgh!"
It seemed like she was trying to say he should at least remove the gag and ask her properly. But he had no such intention.
Instead, Cheon Mu-jin immediately slid his hand between Ju-rin's legs. Amusingly, the moment his fingers touched her cunt, her entire body trembled violently. It was already slightly damp—as if she had been anticipating this.
"Already in heat, huh? Or is it that you can't speak with your mouth, so you want to talk with this instead?"
"Mmmphh—ghh!"
Ju-rin seemed desperate to say something. Well, if she wanted to speak, he'd let her—just not the way she expected.
"From now on, you'll be talking with your pussy. Got it?"
Cheon Mu-jin's fingers moved in an instant.
Thanks to the combined effects of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art and the Lust Demonic Art, her cunt grew feverishly hot, moisture welling up almost immediately.
"Uhh—ghhk!"
Unlike earlier, when she had tried to scream, an involuntary moan escaped her—even with her mouth still gagged.
Before she knew it, his index and middle fingers were already inside, stroking her depths with slow, deliberate movements. Ju-rin's thighs tensed.
Squelch—squelch!
"Hhng—!"
With each moan, her juices splattered from her slit. And the faster his fingers moved, the more frantic she became.
As the pace quickened, Ju-rin thrashed like a freshly caught fish—until, soon enough, she convulsed, her climax crashing over her.
Thud.
Her legs gave out, her lower body collapsing onto the ground. A pitiful sight for a martial artist.
Only then did Cheon Mu-jin finally remove the gag from her mouth. The moment it was gone, Ju-rin glared at him with sharp, hate-filled eyes.
"You fucking bastard..."
"Such a foul mouth."
He raised his hand again, and Ju-rin flinched, shrinking back.
"Anyway, I'm reaching my limit too. I'd love to take you right now, but your pussy must be sore, right? Isn't it?"
Ju-rin nodded stiffly. Given how roughly he'd just played with her, it was only natural.
Even now, the area around her cunt was flushed red, swollen from overstimulation. He had no intention of pushing further.
"Use your mouth instead."
He tugged his pants down slightly, and Ju-rin hesitated—but only for a moment—before slowly crawling forward.
Since she'd already experienced oral sex before, her resistance seemed lesser this time. She leaned in, sniffed lightly, then took his cock into her mouth without further protest.
For a while, the only sound in the forest was the wet, rhythmic noise of Ju-rin sucking him off.
Schlrp—schlrrp.
Her technique was still terribly passive. She teased the head, but never quite enough.
This was an area that would require more... training in the future. Lost in thought, Cheon Mu-jin suddenly thrust deep, forcing his cock down her throat.
"Ghhk—ughh!"
A pained gurgle escaped her, but he didn't stop—not until he came, deep and unrestrained.