Chapter 164

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Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 164

Chapter Title: Moyong Seol Wants to ■■ (1)

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Ye-myeong Hong Ryeon.

Her real name was Hong Sundeok, and today she was spending yet another boring day.

"Hmph, you think I'm one of your subordinates?"

Even while grumbling, she couldn't outright ignore the words of the Blood Lord, her ally in this cooperative relationship.

Especially since recently devouring that illusion demon had been more than enough to draw the Blood Lord's suspicion. For the time being, she needed to lay low.

And so, for the first time in a while, she had returned to her true form rather than her jiangshi guise.

"Water."

"Here you are, Mistress."

She was being waited on by what had once been that illusion demon.

Hong Sundeok had been gathering the strength she had diligently collected while roaming across the Central Plains all this time.

It might have felt stifling to hole up here for a month or two, but...

"Hee hee hee."

The thought of the VTuber device that had arrived not long ago brought a cheeky smile to her lips unbidden.

She had no real interest in things like Mind-Image Sword Debate, which seemed like child's play.

But this was different.

During the time she had been running her Mutube channel, how many accounts had been banned?

It was so unfair.

All she had done was show a few corpses, splash some blood around, and let out a few moans.

Things that were everyday occurrences in the martial world—how could they be banned for obscenity?

What a rotten martial world.

In a world this rotten...

I'll smash it with my cuteness!

"First things first, time to start streaming."

Hong Sundeok burned with competitive spirit.

Her goal: the first VTuber, Yeonhong.

Even in her eyes, it was pretty... impressive.

『Today's Yeonhong-chan! I'm gonna do the seal dance once!』

Most likely one of the developers behind the VTuber device, someone from G&G or whatever.

A way of speaking that subtly captivated men's hearts.

Gorgeous production values pushing the device's features to their limits.

And that faint feminine scent wafting from every word.

She had to be quite the alluring vixen in real life too.

Though the gap in average viewers was still considerable...

"Demon King Hong Ryeon descends! Behold, for I have arrived!"

The Blood Lord's next plan anyway.

There was still time until the unorthodox factions stirred.

In the meantime, Hong Sundeok was filled with thoughts of showcasing her charms to the entire world to the best of her ability.

"The martial world's morals have hit rock bottom..."

No matter that it was my poison at work, this was a bit much.

Yeonhong-un's V-tuber project, which had seemed moderately promising, was surging ahead with average viewers exceeding 10,000.

Even taking just a 10% cut was more than enough to cover the salaries of all the maids and servants stationed at Gold Hyun Gate.

Of course, as the saying goes, "ten days of flower, eleven of red," rivals were popping up like mushrooms after rain below her. But the power of being first was immense.

There were plenty of precedents right here in reality.

The first VTuber Kizuna or whatever, and Hatsune something-or-other.

Especially that Miku chick had been pulling in fans with her weird songs right up until I possessed this body.

They even mass-produced knockoffs like red Miku and all sorts of oddities.

Thanks to that, the potential stock price of my G&G Corporation was skyrocketing.

For the record, G&G stood for Gold and Genius. Two letters that suited me perfectly.

If it kept growing like this, we'd eventually surpass Mount Hua Sect's Volcano Company.

Why Volcano instead of Flower Mountain...

Back when the Western language boom hit.

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The folks in charge, clueless about the concept of translation, mixed up the words and ended up naming it "volcano" for a place that spewed fire.

Once a corporate name was registered in the bureau, it couldn't be changed, so there was even a behind-the-scenes story that Mount Hua Sect's fiery rampages got even worse after that.

Blossom Sword Branch had it right after all.

...Though "Bell South" wasn't exactly accurate either...

Anyway.

The name alone screamed rip-off of Yeonhong—Hong Sundeok, AKA Hong Ryeon, had apparently received her device and started streaming not long ago.

『Oh ho ho hot! Kneel before this Demon Queen!』

Listening to that drivel made me want to report it to the Martial Alliance and uproot the Blood Cult entirely.

But it wasn't time yet.

The initial shipping location had been a decoy base of sorts.

Being able to track locations in real-time was entirely thanks to my Divine Mountain Ghost Vessel trait.

The ability I'd awakened during the old Mind-Image Sword Debate tournament.

The power to check the broadcast location of anyone streaming live was finally getting some use after months.

『Hee hee hee, Gold Dragon! Offering tribute to the Demon Queen—splendid! Truly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my loyal vassal!』

So, to keep Hong Sundeok from shutting down her stream and wasting the tracker I'd planted, I'd need to throw her occasional 1,000-punch reminders.

Once I had enough evidence, I could lead the Agriculture Alliance Lord in for a one-shot takedown.

Look at me, contributing to the martial world's peace...

"Next! Geum Sihyeon cadet, and Moyong Wicheon cadet!"

"Yes, sir."

Already my turn?

Even with the student council president's unchecked authority, there was no dodging the big midterms event.

And today was the Advanced Sparring midterm exam.

As an Advanced Sparring class, the sparring results naturally determined your grade.

"Yaaawn."

After pocketing my smartphone and stretching with a yawn...

"Ready to get properly humbled, you lowly scum?"

The idiot Moyong Wicheon, who always burned with rivalry toward me no matter when we met, drew his twin swords and sneered.

But.

His aura felt a bit different.

"Hee hee hee..."

Moyong Wicheon grinned wickedly and unleashed a strand of sword qi from his blade, shooting it into the air.

"Ooh!"

"Moyong Wicheon's finally hit Peak realm...!"

"Sword qi! Real sword qi!"

"Impressive!"

Amid the cheers from the Advanced Sparring cadets...

"The humiliation you inflicted on me... and that lowly Moyong Taek punk who dared surpass me... I've chewed on every shame and insult, and grown stronger. I've reached Peak realm too...!"

Moyong Wicheon pointed his twin swords at me with a smug expression.

......

Since when did Peak realm newbies strut around so boldly?

I was bored to death...

For me, martial arts were Beyond Peak...

But I couldn't out myself here.

There were too many eyes, and wasn't there an old saying in the martial world: hide your power's true extent?

I simply raised one finger.

"One."

"What?"

"I'll take you down in one second."

I kindly foretold Moyong Wicheon's fate.

"Begin the spar!"

The moment the instructor shouted...

"Wha—"

I unleashed a tenth of my power, slipped into Moyong Wicheon's guard in an instant, and slammed a fist into his solar plexus.

"Gurgle—"

As he foamed at the mouth and collapsed...

"Don't... defy me... anymore..."

I left behind a cool one-liner as my pressure faded.

Me.

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Cool as hell, confirmed.

While her cousin Moyong Wicheon was ugly-rolling on the ground after taking a direct Wind God Style hit to the solar plexus from Geum Sihyeon...

"How about this one?"

"Hmm..."

"This one's cute too? It's new spring stock!"

Moyong Seol was shopping for clothes at Xi'an's largest four-story fabric store.

Today was the last day of midterms.

A happy day for everyone except the few who'd gotten crushed, but Moyong Seol was three times happier.

It wasn't just that the exams were over.

Two weeks before exams, all private meetings with cadets had been banned for fairness and equity.

In other words.

Finally, outside of official settings, she could see Cherish-cherish and flirt-flirt privately...!

And naturally.

Private meetings called for private attire.

"I'll try this one on."

"Yes, ma'am. Right this way to the fitting room."

For a split second, Moyong Seol wondered, 'What's a fitting room...?' But trends in the martial world moved fast.

She guessed it was some Western term for clothing-related stuff, and sure enough, she was right.

The clerk handed her a skin-tight qipao.

Similar to the Manchu-style cheongsam, but with far more skin exposure—a style she hadn't worn much since graduating the academy.

But.

For progress in their stagnating relationship.

Sometimes bold attempts were needed, right...?

With that mindset, Moyong Seol tried it on.

"Ugh..."

It was a bit...

Slutty.

A breezy, empty feeling like wind whistling between her thighs.

Having worn only flowing, voluminous robes lately, the discomfort hit her extra hard.

But she had to adapt.

This was the path to marriage!

Once dressed, she stepped out.

"Wow, it suits you perfectly! I almost mistook you for a fairy!"

"Hee hee, really?"

She knew it was sales talk, but Moyong Seol couldn't stop her lips from curling up.

"Um, ma'am. We have the perfect finishing touch—come this way?"

"Sure."

Since she already liked the outfit, she figured they'd recommend accessories and happily followed.

"Gasp..."

She froze at the sight of the new accessory.

"Big decision day today, right?"

At the clerk's whisper, she nodded entranced, eyes glued to it.

Shaped just like a woman's breasts.

"This is called a bust enhancer. Just pad it into your undergarments, and your outfit will look more elegant while making your chest appear bigger...!"

"...!!!"

Oh my god.

How had she only learned of this now!

Moyong Seol had inwardly felt heartbroken every time Geum Sihyeon snuck peeks at other women's ample bosoms.

But with this?

Sure, it'd come off eventually, but still...!

"I'll try it right now...!"

Clutching the bust enhancer like a sacred relic, she dashed to the fitting room, stripped, and stuffed it into her undergarments.

Then, glancing in the mirror...

"Hawa, hawawa...!"

Her dream ideal self stared back.

Entranced, Moyong Seol staggered out and whispered in the waiting clerk's ear.

"I, I'll take it...!"

"Knew you'd love it, ma'am...!"

Deal closed.

Moyong Seol beamed with the joy of owning the world.

But.

"Huh? Unni Seol?"

A familiar voice in her ear made Moyong Seol's face freeze.

Standing there was...

"I, Instructor! H-hello...!"

Dang Narin, looking on the verge of tears and clearly dragged here against her will, alongside...

Myo Narang, bearing mountains dwarfing the enhancements Moyong Seol had so carefully added.

"Hmmm."

Myo Narang narrowed her eyes and glanced at Moyong Seol's chest.