Get Out – The Former Greatest Under Heaven Grills Meat for His Inadequate Heirs
Yi Gyeol, the former world's greatest martial artist. Personally grilling meat for his lacking descendants. One might wonder how he'd ended up in such a state, but in the end, he chalked it up to his own karma and resolved to grill diligently.
The perfectly browned meat went into the mouths of the three brothers one after another. A piece for the eldest, a piece for the second, and three pieces for Jinpyeong... The brothers, still unconscious, accepted the food like that. With eyes closed and mouths gaping like newborn chicks, Yi Jinpyeong had suddenly become their mother bird.
"Just what the hell have these guys been eating to survive? They couldn't have been starving the whole time."
He tried sifting through Yi Jinpyeong's memories, but it was like peering through a hazy fog—nothing came into view. As if the memories had been deliberately sealed away. It seemed even the mad Yi Jinpyeong couldn't bear to confront those horrific recollections.
Just what had these brothers been eating every day?
"Doesn't matter. From now on, they'll eat well!"
Satisfaction be damned—he kept stuffing it in. They needed to eat a lot and grow fast. Yi Jinpyeong, with his small, frail body, had taken down Hwang Sabang and Jang Gapae in succession. But he wasn't satisfied. No, he couldn't be.
If this had been Yi Gyeol's body, the world's greatest, trash like them wouldn't have dared approach within a hundred paces.
With this body's current state, running into someone who actually knows how to fight properly would be a real headache.
Muscle strength, stamina, physique, inner energy... He methodically plotted a growth strategy in his head. Strength and stamina would build quickly from here on. Physique would sort itself out naturally with time, or so he believed. But inner energy—
Simply piling it up honestly through meditation techniques felt limited. Not that there was a true limit, but the pace didn't suit his temperament.
Yi Jinpyeong was fifteen now. By his previous life's standards, he'd already be stirring up tempests in the jianghu. Yet this body's dantian was utterly empty. Just like this Yi Gajang estate...
To make up for the speed, I need spirit herbs. And a ton of them.
But spirit herbs were rare treasures. Selling his feet for them wasted time; saving time meant burning money. With the family's beggar-like state, it wasn't easy.
It all circled back to the same point. To grow the family, he had to grow himself. To grow himself, the family had to support him. So he couldn't focus solely on himself.
To rebuild Yi Gajang swiftly, he needed to shape the surroundings too. Reliable underlings to fill this sprawling, neglected estate were essential.
...Oh ho?
It was uncanny. The moment he thought he needed people to boss around, he sensed a group barging into Yi Gajang's estate uninvited. Footsteps full of resolve, the clank of weapons. Warriors. Dozens of them, at least...
Applicants for Yi Gajang? Has word of me spread this fast already?
As he smugly pleased himself with the thought, dozens of warriors stormed the estate. Sharp weapons already in hand, jaws set tight. Their fierce expressions made it clear they weren't here to join Yi Gajang. No, they'd come ready to smash it to pieces.
Likely one of the two factions he'd crushed. Hwang Sabang had been warned he'd come calling; Jang Gapae had been invited to visit. Which one was it?
Doesn't matter either way, does it?
He liked it. Whichever it was, their hot-headed rush suited him fine. Moths flying blindly into the flame.
"Oh. You came?"
So he smiled. Gladly.
***
One middle-aged man stood out especially. Fists twice the size of normal, his face scarred everywhere with blade marks. Balanced in internal and external arts, with a decent murderous intent to boot. No doubt their leader. His ugliness screamed it.
He stared in disbelief and echoed back.
"...Came?"
The middle-aged warrior sighed heavily, barking orders to his men with grave weight.
"Surround them. No gaps for escape. Looks like this body will have to teach that thunderbolt-headed punk a harsh lesson today."
His subordinates moved in perfect unison at the command. As the widely scattered warriors tightly encircled Yi Jinpyeong and his brothers...
Yi Jinpyeong showed no panic, no tension. He gathered the last scraps of meat from the grill and shoved them into his mouth. His own, this time. Belly full, fresh power surged through him. Felt like he could take on a few dozen more.
He sensed some of the encircling warriors rolling their eyes uneasily. Morning's thrashing victims, by the look of them.
"Who'd have thought—it was you lot. What was it again? Some utterly pathetic, dust-speck of a name."
"...Hwang Sabang. This body is the leader of Hwang Sabang."
"Ah. So you were the leader. Was gonna ask anyway—why name your group something so pathetic? Is that trendy these days?"
"You bastard! Spouting whatever from that gaping hole you call a mouth. Pathetic? This name's origin is—"
"Eh, never mind. Not curious anymore. Anyway, I said I'd come straight to you myself. Message not delivered? Didn't hear the part about smashing your head in?"
The Hwang Sabang leader's words kept getting cut off. Fury flushed his face beet red. Making his already vicious, ugly mug even worse.
"Good thing we rushed right over. Letting a green sprout like you linger in this world any longer is a great misfortune."
The moment the Hwang Sabang leader drew up his full energy,
"Leader! No—! It's dangerous!"
A squeezed-out voice cried from somewhere. Desperately. It was none other than Hwang Sabang's dodu, Gang Ryong.
Body battered to hell from the beating, leaning on a staff, he'd dragged himself here.
One thing was clear: he'd delivered Yi Jinpyeong's message.
"H-Hiiik! Y-You... already met, huh."
Gang Ryong flinched at the standoff, bowing his head in shock.
The Hwang Sabang leader shot him a displeased glare and snapped.
"You fool. Still alive? You crawled here just to spout 'dangerous'?"
"Leader. It's not too late even now. We can resolve this amicably..."
"Resolve what amicably?!"
Thwack!
The enraged leader's fist slammed into Gang Ryong's face again.
"What, tell you to smash your head again? That's why you dragged your ass here?!"
"Guhk... But Leader, didn't I tell you? That guy's an insane master we can't oppose. If we're not careful, not just you, but everyone— Khek!"
"You still—!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The Hwang Sabang leader wasted energy on his own man before the enemy. Gang Ryong took the hits but wouldn't quit. Clinging desperately, begging him to think it over once more.
"...You annoying bastard."
Finally tiring himself out, the leader withdrew his fist.
Yi Jinpyeong, who'd watched impassively, spoke up.
"Hey. You should listen to your subordinate a bit more."
The Hwang Sabang leader turned back to him. Surrounded by dozens, yet utterly calm. Definitely not ordinary. Maybe just crazy—or as Gang Ryong said, a true insane master.
But the leader didn't back down. Things had gone too far. Owning a grand estate like Yi Gajang was his lifelong dream. Nurtured since his rough alley days as a kid... And now it dangled within reach. Just one more step.
"You that strong?"
"Strong enough."
"Hmph. Haven't you lived like a madman all this time? Ancestor possess you or something? Found some lost manual?"
Yi Jinpyeong grinned.
"Let's say yes."
"But here's the thing—gang fights aren't won by one guy alone."
The leader raised one hand in signal. His widely spread men gradually tightened the encirclement. One-on-one was off the table in his mind. Pour everything into victory—that was his strategy.
"Fair point."
Yi Jinpyeong nodded.
"That's why you're no good. No instincts, no situational awareness, strutting around like a leader... Makes sense, though. What would a small-time thug from this podunk lake know?"
"Spit it all out. Before I kill you, I'll rip that mouth ear to ear first."
"...Kill me? That much?"
Yi Jinpyeong tilted his head. That was when the Hwang Sabang leader bared his full ambition. Eyes gleaming with bloodlust, he leered.
"Yeah. Not just you—all your wretched brothers too. Today, Yi Gajang vanishes forever."
Thick killing intent. The estate thrummed with bursting tension.
Yi Jinpyeong muttered. Smile gone from his face.
"Huh? Play it like that, and things change."
His tone stayed calm. But something subtly shifted. Hard to pin down exactly what...
Expressionless, Yi Jinpyeong slowly rose. In his hands, a pair of pork chopsticks. Smeared with charcoal and lard... He crossed them back and forth in his fists, grinding out a chilling scrape like whetting a blade.
"Hey. You—get out."
Casually tossed words. His gaze fixed on the hairy, bloodied man barely standing.
Gang Ryong realized belatedly it was for him. Glancing between Yi Jinpyeong and the leader in confusion...
"...Thank you."
He bowed deeply to Yi Jinpyeong. Even to the Hwang Sabang leader he'd served till moments ago.
"Ha, that retarded fuck..."
The leader let out a hollow laugh. He ignored Gang Ryong slipping out through the side gate. Vowed to tear him limb from limb later.
Fists clenched, he drew a deep breath, then bellowed thunderously.
"Kill!"
His raised hand dropped. From all directions, Hwang Sabang warriors roared like thunder and charged. To hack apart the slender, unarmed Yi Jinpyeong.
Thud thud thud.
The ground shook. Dust billowed thickly.
And Yi Jinpyeong was gone.