Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Heavenly Demon and Our Clothes (2)
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Nightfall.
It was a custom-tailored suit shop run by a tailor. And that tailor was Blood Wolf, a strikingly handsome wolf yokai with long hair elegantly styled.
Dressed in a sharp suit, Blood Wolf looked up at the Heavenly Demon.
After listening to Jang Chaewon's full explanation, he bowed his head politely, as if apologetic.
"Sis, I get the situation, but it's going to be tough. You might want to look elsewhere."
"Why, why's that?"
"Well... you see."
Blood Wolf eyed the Heavenly Demon's build and face closely before turning around. He pulled out a shirt and a fine black suit.
"It's better if you see for yourself than if I try to explain."
With Blood Wolf's help, the Heavenly Demon put on the suit top and bottom and stepped out of the changing room.
Jang Chaewon couldn't close her mouth at the sight.
"Hooah..."
It was just a refined navy suit, but it exuded an indescribably dangerous aura.
In his training robes, he gave off the vibe of a brute criminal relying on raw strength for foul deeds. But in the suit, the Heavenly Demon looked like an international criminal with terrifying power combined with sharp intellect.
A global terrorist threatening world security stood right there.
"How does it feel?"
Blood Wolf sighed, looking at Jang Chaewon frozen with her mouth agape.
"Yeah... it's not gonna work, right?"
"Y-Yeah."
Just looking at him stirred an inexplicable tension and unease that pierced her heart.
If the Heavenly Demon showed up to work like this, no one would ride the subway. Hell, they might even shut down the station.
"Sorry for taking your time when you're busy. I'll come back next time."
As Jang Chaewon turned away with a gloomy expression, Blood Wolf, deep in thought, spoke cautiously.
"Uh, sis."
"Yeah?"
"You're looking for clothes that fit him, right?"
Blood Wolf gave an embarrassed yet dignified smile.
"If you're okay with it, how about trying Mountain Monarch's shop? In this country, he's probably the only one who can make clothes for him."
"Mountain Monarch? Ah, no way."
"Sis, he's not like that. Even if you visit, he'll receive you calmly. And..."
Sensing the faint Reverse Extreme True Energy rising from the Heavenly Demon, Blood Wolf's eyes gleamed.
"He definitely needs Mountain Monarch's clothes."
A sunny Sunday morning bathed in warm sunlight.
Ring ring ring.
Nameless on the table blared with the alarm.
[Heavenly Demon, Jang Chaewon called again. She says come down quick.]
"Tell her to wait a bit longer."
[She says she'll smash the TV if you don't come down now.]
"Hmm."
The Heavenly Demon, sitting cross-legged watching TV, had no choice but to stand up.
"She keeps pushing even though I said no."
With a reluctant look, he turned off the TV, slipped on the Golden Star Tang Sandals, and headed out.
[Safe travels, Heavenly Demon. I hope you find some nice clothes.]
The Heavenly Demon just grimaced irritably at Nameless's words.
Down at the building entrance, a white van idled with the engine running.
In the driver's seat sat Jang Chaewon, her long hair tied up in a neat bun like a rice cake.
"Why so late? It's not like you were showering."
Having waited a while, her cheeks were slightly puffed out.
The Heavenly Demon hunched into the car and said with a serious face.
"There was some really important info on TV."
"What, another trashy drama?"
She already knew the Heavenly Demon had recently gotten hooked on trashy dramas.
At her question, the Heavenly Demon shook his head firmly.
"I don't watch that stuff in broad daylight. It gives me indigestion and I can't do anything."
"Oh? What were you watching then?"
"Various secret info. Thanks to it, I'm learning a lot about this world."
"Got hooked on some weird show again."
Before long, Jang Chaewon's car left the city behind and cruised a quiet country road.
After passing roads lined with dense mountains, they arrived at a small outlying village. The car wound up a twisting road and stopped at a large hanok building.
'Hogwang Our Clothes.'
Jang Chaewon took a deep breath while gazing up at the antique signboard and opened the door.
Inside, light poured from the ceiling like warm sunlight.
The floor and walls of carved natural wood gave off a fragrant scent, and hanbok-clad mannequins were displayed everywhere.
Creak.
Jang Chaewon opened the wooden door to the inner office, where an elderly man with a sturdy build rivaling the Heavenly Demon was talking to a young employee.
"Mountain Monarch, long time no see."
Jang Chaewon bowed lightly, and the old man looked surprised.
"Well, if it isn't..."
He turned, wearing a luxurious robe dyed deep navy and gray, his eyes full of dignity.
It was Hogwang, the Mountain Monarch guarding these mountains.
"Hoo. It's been ages, Manager Jang."
The old man gazed at her with an expression that could be either a sigh or astonishment.
"How have you been?"
"Yes, Elder."
As he looked down at the bowing Jang Chaewon, Hogwang's eyes narrowed. His face recalled old memories.
"You..."
Then he suddenly looked up at the Heavenly Demon standing beside her and showed surprise.
"Been a while since I saw a mountain goblin."
"He's not a mountain goblin; he's a regular human."
"Not a mountain goblin? His eyes have a faint red hue."
Jang Chaewon shook her head as Hogwang inspected the Heavenly Demon's red eyes.
"No, that's just red."
"Pleased to meet you."
The Heavenly Demon cupped his hands and bowed slightly.
Only then did Hogwang sense the alien yet sharp energy emanating from him and let out a hearty laugh.
"Ah, sorry about that. You really are human."
He extended a large hand to the Heavenly Demon.
"I'm Hogwang. I make 'Our Clothes' here."
The Heavenly Demon grabbed it without hesitation. In that instant, it felt like countless sharp needles pricked his palm.
"I'm Heavenly Demon. Pleased to meet you, old timer."
But the Heavenly Demon just smiled calmly and shook hands. Hogwang nodded at the sight.
"No human could have that kind of strength... You're human from another world, aren't you?"
"That's right."
"Hahaha. The famous one who stirred up the divine realm for a while. I heard you cleared Divine Requests without a hitch."
"Just got lucky."
Even as he said it, a smile played on the Heavenly Demon's lips.
Hogwang, staring at the Mad Demon Blood Combat Robe, nodded.
"That's cloth material not found in this world. Amazingly tough. Impressive."
Hogwang, who made 'Our Clothes' worn only by gods, lost his mind over rare fabrics.
"And this... Seems like you can change its form by infusing divine power, like Divine Silk."
The Heavenly Demon chuckled and nodded.
"You see it well. Not divine power, but infuse internal energy and it changes shape. While we're on it, where I'm from, no clothes are tougher or better."
"I see. But it massively amplifies your aura. Humans would be terrified..."
Hogwang trailed off, stroking the thick, coarse fabric of the Mad Demon Blood Combat Robe, like a blanket.
Even without the robe's leaking aura, his goblin-like face and massive muscles were scary enough.
"Looks like you came here for clothes as good as that one. Right?"
Jang Chaewon nodded at Hogwang's question.
"Can you make it?"
"Why 'Our Clothes' specifically? Plenty of good clothes out there."
"Because it needs Divine Silk. Even training suits rip with intense movement."
Hogwang looked at her calmly at her words.
"Hmm."
That short sigh held countless meanings.
Hogwang smiled evenly at Jang Chaewon, who avoided his gaze.
"If you can grab my hand without flinching, you qualify to wear 'Our Clothes.'"
"Thank you."
"No need to thank me. Qualifying doesn't mean I'll make it."
"What do you..."
Hogwang shook his head regretfully while eyeing the Heavenly Demon's solid shoulder muscles.
"Divine Silk is extremely rare. Even if you've transcended human limits, I can't just dress you in 'Our Clothes' worn by Earth Gods for no reason..."
"Heavenly Demon. Arms up."
At Jang Chaewon's words, the Heavenly Demon obediently raised his arms. At the red fur peeking from his armpit, Mountain Monarch covered his eyes.
"Eek."
He lost composure and screamed, retching.
"Urk. Urrgh."
Jang Chaewon said calmly to Hogwang, doubled over on the floor in agony.
"That's another reason. Think of all the office workers commuting with him daily. Pitiful, right?"
"Ugh. Can't be helped."
Hogwang, eyes saddened like after a cry, cleared his throat.
"If you're human, no choice. If Manager Jang had asked, I'd have refused flat out."
Jang Chaewon, who had kept a polite face, turned challenging at those words.
"That won't happen. Even if heavenly gods begged, I wouldn't wear it."
"No need to get sharp. I spoke from a neutral standpoint."
Hogwang smiled lowly and sighed at the Heavenly Demon.
"Fine, I'll make you 'Our Clothes' that fit perfectly. But absolutely no raising your arms."
Hogwang fetched a measuring tape and meticulously measured the Heavenly Demon's body.
Mysteriously, each measurement brought a strange glow from somewhere.
"Amazing physique. Incredible body."
Even as he muttered, Hogwang kept pressing the Heavenly Demon's firm muscles.
"I heard you've lost much of the power stored in your body. True?"
"Yes. Most of the internal energy I'd built up is gone."
"Most?"
Hogwang couldn't hide his shock.
Just the power in his body surpassed low-grade yokai gods, and this was after losing most of his original strength.
"Ahem."
Hogwang, staring open-mouthed, cleared his throat.
"Just in case, but try not to get involved in this world's affairs if possible."
"What do you mean?"
"This world's balance is barely holding. It could break."
In that moment, the Heavenly Demon caught Hogwang's gleaming eyes flick toward Jang Chaewon.
'Some circumstances, huh.'
But he was indifferent to others' affairs. No, even to his own life and death.
Maybe that's why Jang Chaewon treated him so casually.
"There, clothes are done."
Hogwang pointed to the changing room in back, still glowing.
The Heavenly Demon opened the door to find a complete hanbok: gray jeogori top, pants, and robe.
"Go in and try it on."
The Heavenly Demon donned the hanging hanbok and stepped out.
"How is it."
"Hmm."
The Heavenly Demon swung his limbs and shook his head.
"Won't work."
"Why? Uncomfortable?"
"Durability's low. Feels like it'll rip if I move."
"Hahaha!"
Hogwang burst into absurd laughter.
"That's what 'Our Clothes' are. I only used a bit of Divine Silk, but even that won't rip."
"Absolutely... won't."
It was a word the Heavenly Demon despised.
Perhaps all his efforts so far were to shatter claims of "absolutely won't."
"Old timer. How about a little bet?"
