Chapter 202
Chapter 202: Makeup and Cosmetic Surgery (1)
Late at night, after a long and busy day.
Crunch, crunch.
The light sound of footsteps, as if it had always been so, informed Dong Bong-soo of his own return home.
And one more thing.
Jeon Ra-hwa, still seated cross-legged in the Training Grounds right in front of Hero Gate's main gate, nodding off into sleep. It seemed she had decided to simply sleep here outright—a blanket was folded in the corner of the Training Grounds.
Following Dong Bong-soo's will, Super True Energy Field spread naturally in all directions, and following that same will, the blanket rode the energy as if drawn in, swirling lightly around Jeon Ra-hwa's body to cover her.
A precious resource mustn't be allowed to wither.
Crunch, crunch.
Dong Bong-soo walked toward the [Alchemy Workshop]—soon to be—where Dong Mu-toe's energy could be felt, briefly sorting through the day's events in his mind.
Fundamentally, it had all been groundwork to raise Hero Gate's 'asking price.'
Three things, broadly.
· Makeup · Cosmetic surgery · Stimulating demand
To get the right price, whether through surgery or makeup, appearances must be used to one's advantage.
The way to enhance appearances from the standpoint of a sect as an organization.
Surprisingly simple.
[Great Hero. An opening ceremony in two days makes no sense. If that were possible, any dog, cow, or mackerel could found a sect.]
[No. It's not an opening ceremony.]
[Then what do you mean by holding an opening ceremony?]
[We only need to act like it.]
[Act like......it!?]
With that, Bae Dal-pae mobilized all of Ten Thousand Things Known's personnel and sent 'invitation letters' to the remaining factions spread throughout Gangdo—set precisely for the day after tomorrow.
Dong Bong-soo himself also personally made the rounds to various sects in the vicinity of Gangdo. He even stopped by the government offices to request assistance from Yo Han-myeong.
As for stimulating demand—that too was simple.
[What!? Did you just say we won't be selective about our guests?]
[Should one who sells their body be selective about guests as a matter of course?]
[......]
[War is not fought alone, and where there is the Orthodox Path there is also the Evil Path and the Demonic Path. Is that not the fundamental structure of the Martial World?]
[Are you saying you intend to......side with the Dark Net Rakshasa Path?]
[That cannot be. We must stand on the side of justice.]
[Pardon? Then what did you mean by that?]
[Not yet. Neither Orthodox, nor Evil, nor Demonic.]
[Ah!]
Of course, this particular matter could absolutely not be resolved in two days—it would take so long that even making contact would be impossible.
Because Gangdo was clearly outside the Dark Net Rakshasa Path's sphere of influence.
Even so, it could function as a card to play.
In this world they would not know what an imaginary number is, but in the history of mathematics, the emergence of imaginary numbers was nothing short of a revolution.
Simply by mentioning the 'imaginary number' that was the Dark Net Rakshasa Path, we would be able to raise the price.
Creeeeak—
He opened the door to the [Alchemy Workshop], not yet completed.
Dong Mu-toe was crouched inside. Even in a state like this, seeing him continuously scribbling something on paper—had he been born in that other world rather than this one, he might have become someone who left a great mark in physics or mathematics.
"You can speak now."
At Dong Bong-soo's sudden words, he flinched only for an instant.
"You're back?"
Dong Mu-toe promptly looked up at Dong Bong-soo and grinned.
"The day hasn't turned yet, so I can use my question right, yeah?"
Question right.
He must have expressed it that way, referring to the allowance of one question per day.
"Use it."
"What is 'faith'?"
As expected, the sharp one. Having noticed that a long question would only waste his question right, he had apparently decided to accumulate simple questions instead.
He had judged that if simple things stacked up they could eventually be twisted into complexity, and that was how he would guide things toward the answer he wanted.
Dong Bong-soo thought it over himself.
Faith.
What was faith in What is Hero?
"The connection between the world that believes in me and myself."
"The world and me......'s connection? What does that mean?"
"I'm not accepting a second question."
"Wow. Isn't this going too far?"
"You should have asked better."
"Nooooo! How could I have done any better than this? Huh?"
"Anyway, that's all for today."
Dong Bong-soo squatted down facing Dong Mu-toe, who was making a sulking face.
"Then it's my turn."
"My, my turn for what?"
Not knowing what he was thinking, the fellow shuffled backward.
Thwack—Dong Bong-soo grabbed Dong Mu-toe's shoulders firmly.
"You as a member of Hero Gate need only answer me, the Sect Leader, sincerely and faithfully."
"Ah. That. Wow, really. I get one per day, and you get......".
"Want to shut up?"
"I get one per day, and the Sect Leader......gets to do whatever he wants."
"Originally, it goes as the Sect Leader pleases."
"Just one more question......"
"Want to shut up?"
"Yes, Sect Leader. Please ask your question."
Dong Bong-soo asked at once.
"You said you're one of the Eight Trigram Leaders of Formation Tower, right?"
"Yeah."
Grin.
As expected, this shell was good for moments like this.
Because he could make any expression he wanted when needed.
"Go to Formation Tower for a bit."
"Huh?"
"As quickly as possible."
***
Creeeeak, thud—
Dong Bong-soo stepped out of the [Alchemy Workshop].
Dong Mu-toe was already a member of Hero Gate anyway.
Every card available to play must be used.
He lifted his head.
The moon was still high.
According to information he'd heard from Bae Dal-pae, the Vast Heaven Limitless Sword Sect's envoy delegation was currently about two days away.
Half a day had been spent, so it may have narrowed to about one day's distance.
'Sang Gwan-hwi.'
That was the name he had heard from Bae Dal-pae. A person absent even from Kim Rae-won's memories.
Fwshh—
Dong Bong-soo's figure shot upward as if to pierce the moon.
The makeup and cosmetic surgery on this side were being prepared to some degree—now it was the other party's turn to get ready.
Because in the ways of the world, an ugly guest must pay a higher flower fee.
***
The Vast Heaven Limitless Sword Sect's southern envoy delegation arrived late in the evening at a slash-and-burn village settled on a gentle hill.
A slanted patch of land one would be embarrassed to call a field.
A nameless hamlet clinging to the foot of a mountain where a few dozen people scraped by, planting millet and sorghum to survive.
It was a village so poor that even in this lawless world, no one would covet it.
"Halt."
Sang Gwan-hwi raised his hand.
At that, the clamorous sound of hoofbeats ceased in perfect unison.
"We rest there."
He gestured with his chin toward the slash-and-burn village. No matter how shabby it was, it was better than sleeping in the open.
The adjutant bowed his head.
"Understood."
The party entered the village at once.
The sight of white robes fluttering in the wind was so orderly it gave the illusion of thirty-one white egrets descending upon a marsh.
At the unusual signs of human presence, the villagers began to appear one by one.
Through cracks in hut doors.
From the corners of courtyards.
Eyes looking upon strangers.
Wariness, fear, and a faint curiosity mingled together.
"Wh, who might you be?"
An old man who appeared to be the village head stepped forward.
The physique of a farmer with a back bent like a bow, deep wrinkles carved into his face.
In every way, an appearance far removed from martial arts.
One could already tell everything from the look of the village, but the village head's appearance confirmed it further.
This was a place where one could rest deeply without need for vigilance of any kind.
"This is the Sword Patrol Corps of the Vast Heaven Limitless Sword Sect."
It was the adjutant's voice.
He looked down with cold eyes.
"The, the Vast Heaven Limitless Sword Sect!?"
The village head's eyes went wide.
The Vast Heaven Limitless Sword Sect.
The greatest of the great sects of the Central Plains.
To a country man like this, it was simply a presence beyond the heavens—a place whose name he had only heard throughout his entire life.
The village head bent his already-stooped back even deeper. It looked as though it might snap if he bent further, yet he bent deeper still. Because he had to.
"Such exalted guests......in such a humble place......"
"We need somewhere to rest for a short while."
The adjutant said.
It was not a question.
It was a notification.
"Is that possible?"
Even so, he asked as a formality.
Formality.
That was the dignity of the Orthodox Martial World.
"Bu, but of course!"
The village head nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at feed.
"Naturally. Though it is modest, we will do our very best to serve you."
The village head hurriedly looked around and gave this order and that.
At that, the villagers began to move busily. They too understood. That the crisis of a lifetime had arrived.
Soon the villagers bustled about like ants, diligently preparing to receive the guests.
Heheheheheh—
Sang Gwan-hwi dismounted from his horse gracefully.
He stood still with his arms folded, looking around.
Shabby huts, thatched roofs that looked ready to collapse at any moment, cracked earthen walls, reed mats hanging in place of doors, ragged odds and ends.
Just as it had appeared from outside—no, even more so—it was an endlessly unremarkable place.
Yet.
Sang Gwan-hwi's gaze stopped at one spot.
Behind the village head.
In the shadow of a single hut, someone—no, someones—were watching this way intently.
Three women.
A middle-aged woman in her mid-forties who appeared to be the village head's wife.
Fine wrinkles and age spots, skin deeply tanned by the sun, yet her features were distinct.
The jawline, the curved beauty of her nose—quite bewitching.
Behind her, the other two were young.
Daughters, most likely.
Having inherited their mother's blood, their faces were fair.
The elder daughter was around twenty.
The younger one was around seventeen or eighteen.
To an extent almost unbelievable for a girl from a remote village, her eyes, still innocent of the ways of the world, sparkled brightly with curiosity.
Of course, they would never have seen such refined people in their entire lives.
Three pairs of eyes were looking this way.
Watching while hiding—yet unable to conceal their curiosity.
Naturally, his eyes met theirs.
For an instant.
The daughters startled and bowed their heads.
The corner of Sang Gwan-hwi's mouth reflexively curled.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
Grin—
A smile.
Yet the eyes were not smiling.
"Village head."
Sang Gwan-hwi opened his mouth.
A voice as smooth as silk.
"Ye, yes! Your lordship!"
The village head hurried over flustered.
"It seems I will be imposing throughout the night."
Sang Gwan-hwi placed his hand on the village head's shoulder.
As one would to a long-time friend.
"I ask for your kind care."
"Oh, oh my! It is an honor!"
The village head bent his back even deeper.
Now it seemed as though he might nearly touch the ground.
Sang Gwan-hwi was still smiling.
To any onlooker, it was the smile of a righteous and upright great hero of the Orthodox Martial World.
Yet.
His eyes, utterly devoid of any warmth, were directed toward the women standing behind the village head.
The middle-aged woman's full chest.
The elder daughter's slender waist.
The younger daughter's delicate ankles visible beneath her skirt.
Sang Gwan-hwi's tongue unconsciously licked his lips.
'Tonight won't be unsatisfying.'
The sun had set completely.
Darkness covered the village.
***
Deep in the night.
Inside a hut.
An orange lamp burned dimly.
Shadows danced and swayed on the wall in rhythm with it.
Before long, Sang Gwan-hwi, drenched in sweat, languidly raised himself up.
Beads of sweat rolled down along his firm shoulders and chest muscles.
He exhaled a deep, satisfied breath.
"From time to time."
Sang Gwan-hwi glanced with indifferent eyes at the bedding behind him and rose to his feet.
"Even something like this is a rare delicacy."
He swept back his disheveled hair to tidy it and lightly dressed.
Before one knew it, he had returned to the appearance of an immaculate young noble.
The prodigy of the Orthodox Martial World.
One of the Vast Heaven Three Swords, Sang Gwan-hwi.
He opened the door of the hut.
Stepped outside.
And.
"......"
Stopped.
The scene that unfolded before him.
The entire village had been reduced to rubble.
All but a few of the huts had collapsed.
Fires blending shades of orange and red blazed as well, and between them corpses could be seen.
Among them were two with bent backs.
No—it was one. A single person split in two.
"Really now, village head. Why must you make this one the villain? If only you had listened when spoken to kindly, how much better that would have been?"
Sang Gwan-hwi's gaze moved slowly, sweeping across the village.
Corpses and wreckage.
His pupils were utterly impassive, as if looking upon the affairs of daily life.
"Corps Leader."
The adjutant approached.
His once-white clothing was heavily stained with blood.
Naturally, none of it was his own.
"It has been tidied up."
"Good work."
Sang Gwan-hwi nodded.
"To have fun amongst yourselves without me. You ought to be punished......!?"
Shlink—
Sang Gwan-hwi cut off his words in haste and rolled across the ground.
Hot blood sprayed violently to his side, and simultaneously the bisected corpse of the adjutant who had been delivering the report just moments ago tumbled and rolled.
***
Dong Bong-soo shook his sword, flicking the foul blood away.
【Sub】 Innocent Village
【Sudden】 : The world is always overflowing with those who have been wronged. In reality, one cannot help all of them. But if you come to know of an injustice, is it not the duty of a hero to relieve it even a little?
· Defeat the ruthless Sang Gwan-hwi of the Vast Heaven Limitless Sword Sect and his accomplices.
├─ Progress: 1/31
└─ Reward: Hero History +3, A bond with the Vast Heaven Limitless Sword Sect established
Beneath the moonlight.
His eyes held nothing.
No anger. No compassion. No justice.
Only the scales quietly weighing prey swayed in stillness.
He had originally only intended to do some cosmetic surgery.
If they themselves wished to be cut deeper, there was nothing to do but oblige.