Chapter 643
Chapter 643
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 643
Chapter Title: The Clan House
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2,227 points.
I pondered for a moment but realized there was no urgent need to spend them right now.
Saving up points without using them was a valid strategy too. They might come in handy later in a pinch. Like if I suddenly needed to do a random summon.
'The random summon cooldown is up too.... Should I give it a shot?'
A smoking hot babe like Mi-ryeong might pop out.
'Nah. It could summon something dangerous, so I'll save it for inside a creation.'
I'd used it once before, so I could hold off.
'But I can't resist a random gacha pull.'
I'd been slacking on gachas lately, and the itch had built up.
I dumped all 227 points into random gacha.
"Gacha!"
Elixir Recovers all wounds and cures all status ailments. Even congenital disabilities and diseases are fully healed. Price: 15,000 points
※ Note
The elixir in the bottle is the exact dose. Consume it all at once for full effect.
An elixir dropped.
I'd had one before, but I used it on my shrine maiden sex doll back in Japan.
'Removes all status ailments....'
That probably included curses too.
Park Su-ho came to mind. Word was his little sister was afflicted by the Baek-taek curse. That was why he was grinding so hard for cash. The antidote for the Baek-taek curse wasn't cheap. Without it, his sister would die.
'If Park Su-ho knew about this elixir, he'd do anything to get it.'
I had no intention of just handing it over to Park Su-ho. Even if I did, I'd demand fair compensation.
'Still 150 points left. Gacha!'
Fragment of the Past Allows you to view a desired past event once. Price: 1,300,000 points
※ Note
Must be used at the actual location where the desired past occurred.
It looked like an ordinary magnifying glass on the surface, but its effect was anything but. It could pair perfectly with resurrection of the dead.
'One of the conditions for Resurrection of the Dead is knowing the target's name and face.'
Say I wanted to resurrect a famous historical figure or hero. The name's no issue—they'd be well-documented. But without an accurate face, no dice.
With this Fragment of the Past, I could confirm the deceased's face and bring them back.
'Jackpot on this gacha run. The rest were just minor stuff like spirit jewels....'
No losses either way.
I felt the urge to blow all 2,000 points in a huff, but I barely held back. No guarantee the luck would hold.
???
I headed to Yeongcheon Sword Hall.
It felt like ages since my last visit, but that was just from time spent in the Playful Life world. In real time, I dropped by more than half the week. Nowhere beat Yeongcheon Sword Hall for training.
"Oh? Yu-jin. Long time no see?"
I ran into the woman who'd taken my virginity in the real world: Jin Se-young.
Lately, even when I came to Yeongcheon Sword Hall, it was hard to catch her. Ever since hitting A-rank hunter, she'd been dungeon-diving nonstop.
"Yeah, been a while, Noona. Spar?"
A nude spar, naturally. I knew she'd say yes. Whenever we met, we'd strip down for a spar, then jump straight into sex afterward. Routine.
But Jin Se-young's reaction wasn't what I expected. She gave an awkward smile and shook her head.
"Sorry. No time for a spar today."
She get another guy?
'No way.'
Once a woman tasted my cock, no other man stood a chance.
The reason was obvious soon enough.
"You're here."
Someone else was at Yeongcheon Sword Hall besides us.
A man in his forties with an eyepatch over his left eye. Bronze-skinned and built like a tank, with fierce eyes.
Jin Se-young's father and Yeongcheon Sword Hall's master: Jin Woo-sung. The 11th patriarch of the Yeongcheon-ryu style.
"Why's the master here?"
I scratched the back of my head. His presence explained her attitude. Can't go nude-sparring with Dad watching.
"What's wrong with being in my own house?"
"You never show your face usually."
"You know how busy I am. Barely squeezed this out today."
I didn't know the details of his work, but I'd always known he was swamped.
"Feels like you were waiting for me.... Something up?"
"Nothing major. You're B-rank now, so I figured I'd teach you about Yeongcheon-ryu's ultimate techniques this time."
My eyes went wide.
Yeongcheon-ryu's ultimate techniques. Like secret arts or finishing moves in other martial styles. I knew they existed, but my level hadn't been high enough to learn them.
"For real? I thought you needed A-rank at least...."
"Normally, yeah. Push too hard learning ultimates, and you wreck your body. But you're a freak genius beyond my expectations. Might hit A-rank soon, so best teach you while I got time."
"Can't wait!"
"Good. You got about a week free? Don't need anything but your body, so let's go."
"Go? Thought you'd show me here at the hall?"
"That'd trash the place, and Se-young'd kick my ass."
He glanced at Jin Se-young. She stood arms crossed, smirking. Her eyes weren't smiling, though.
"......So, where to?"
"Some village in Jeolla Province."
"A whole week in some Jeolla village?"
"Training. Training. Usually takes a month minimum.... But you'll nail it in a week. Se-young'll help too."
"This is kinda sudden...."
"You're half-unemployed anyway. Only hit dungeons when you feel like it."
No rebuttal there. Unlike most hunters, I wasn't guild-bound—total freelancer. High-rank dungeons were tough solo, but low ones were fair game anytime.
"Fine. Got it."
Jin Woo-sung tossed me something. Car keys.
"Drive."
???
I gripped the wheel and headed down to that Jeolla village. Nav was on, and Jin Se-young rode shotgun giving directions—no getting lost.
Jeolla Province, some village.
A rural spot pretty far from any city. Village name: Jin-su-mok. Like most backwaters, full of elders.
'Not your average village, though.'
It was decent-sized. Most buildings were hanoks. Spotting a non-hanok was the real challenge.
'Villagers all in hanbok too....'
I'd buy it if someone said this was a historical drama set.
'And that house. Could pass for a palace.'
A massive, grand hanok squatted dead center in the village.
"Right up here."
"Got it."
We pulled up to another hanok. Tiny compared to the central one—maybe a quarter the size at best. An elderly couple waited out front like they'd been expecting us.
"This is the family home, passed down generations. They're the caretakers."
"This your hometown, Noona?"
"Nah, I'm Seoul-born. This is Dad's hometown."
I checked the rearview. Jin Woo-sung was already out, greeting the elders.
They exchanged bows, then the elders headed next door. Looked like paid live-in managers.
"Change into this."
Jin Woo-sung handed me a hanbok. I took it, but I wasn't thrilled.
"Gotta wear it?"
"When in Rome. Hanbok's the rule here. Skip it, and you're forever an outsider."
"Understood."
No choice but to play along. No authority here.
Jin Woo-sung and Jin Se-young suited up too. She braided her black hair, white jeogori top with a deep blue skirt.
'Looks good. Night's gonna be fun.'
Our eyes met. Jin Se-young flashed a grin.
"Dressed? Let's go."
Jin Woo-sung said.
"Where now?"
"Pay respects to the elders first when you arrive."
He pointed to the massive central hanok.
???
The Jeong Clan House.
This family had lived here over 400 years. I couldn't grasp how impressive that was, but the vibe? Serene and solemn as a Joseon palace.
About 30 folks living together, but zero noise. Felt more like a temple than a home.
"The patriarch awaits in the inner quarters. This way."
Our guide was a woman in her late twenties. Long black hair in a single braid, crisp hanbok. Her blank face was pure and refined, her gait elegant and unhurried.
'The type you wanna pin down and ravage.'
Had to hold back. This wasn't Playful Life—this was reality.
In the inner quarters, an elderly man sat waiting. We bowed deeply and took seats on the floor.
"Woo-sung! Been too long!"
"Yes, Elder. Sorry I haven't visited more."
Jin Woo-sung dropped all levity, dead serious.
"Se-young's grown into marriageable age now."
"Haha.... Yes."
Jin Se-young answered awkwardly. The elder's gaze shifted to me.
"Don't know this one. Son-in-law?"
"No. Yeongcheon-ryu disciple."
"Sung Yu-jin."
"Jeong So-un. Bringing him here means... you've formally accepted him into Yeongcheon-ryu."
"Yes. He qualifies."
"You're the patriarch of Yeongcheon-ryu. Your choice, no objections from me. So. How long you staying?"
"I'll head out tonight for work, but Se-young and Yu-jin'll stay a week. Appreciate you looking after them."
"Busy times."
"New strain of yokai popping up everywhere."
"Tch.... Was hoping for a drink.... Can't hold up a busy man. Go handle your business."
"Haha. I'll visit properly next time."
"Don't wait too long. Time's short."
"Still dropping those hard-to-parry jabs, huh."
The elder chuckled and waved us off.
???
We headed up the mountain behind the village after.
A wide clearing, complete with a waterfall nearby. Perfect training spot.
"Yeongcheon-ryu's ultimate techniques aren't fixed."
Jin Woo-sung said from atop a broad rock.
"......What do you mean?"
"Exactly that. Ultimates are peak skills at their limit. If one of your techniques reaches that limit, it's an ultimate. Could be one, could be many. Someday, you'll forge your own."
"......You're not teaching me any?"
"I am. Just don't fixate on one."
"Got it."
"......Doubt you do."
He eyed me suspiciously.
Honestly? Zero clue. Just show me the damn ultimate already.
"What I'll show is the Thunder Light ultimate."
"Dark Shadow has its own?"
"It did. But in my generation, it faded. Only one handed down: Thunder Light ultimate."
Jin Woo-sung drew his sword, gripping it two-handed. He aimed at empty air.
Crackle, zap.
Lightning danced along the blade.
I was unimpressed. I could spark lightning on a blade too. Not worth the two-hand stance.
'......Huh?'
I noticed something off a beat later. The lightning on his blade felt... different from what I knew.
"Huuu. Won't show twice—watch close."
He exhaled long, eyes snapping open, then slammed the sword into the ground.