Chapter 0
Translator: penny
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: The Lecherous Demon's Final Words
*Cough*—
A gush of blood pours out as I cough.
My internal injuries are severe.
If I don't treat them immediately, I might never use martial arts again.
But I wasn't even granted that brief moment of time.
"Over there!"
"Catch him!"
Shouts from martial artists echo from all directions.
The pursuers already seem to be closing in.
'Damn...!'
I send the last remaining handful of inner energy straight to my legs.
For a moment, it feels like the distance from those bastards is widening, but in the end, my inner energy hits rock bottom first.
'Ugh... is this it.'
It's frustrating. Heartbreaking.
I, Mok Jimyeong. The man who came closest to becoming the World's Greatest Martial Artist.
But no one can stand alone against the entire world.
My inner energy, which I'd believed to be as vast and boundless as the great ocean, had revealed its bottom before I knew it.
The blood staining my hands over the past month surely outnumbered all the lives I'd taken in my fifty years.
Yet the world.
My enemies.
Were truly endless.
The hypocrites from a single faction of the Nine Great Sects and the Five Great Families, the despicable scum from the evil sects who groveled up front only to stab me in the back.
Even the Demonic Cult fiends holed up in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.
The entire world was my enemy.
'Come to think of it, there was the Outer Frontier Martial World too.'
I, Mok Jimyeong,
had truly fought every martial artist under heaven.
But this was the end.
My broken body tilts over.
The body that once commanded the world slams into the dirt.
*Cough*—
Another gush of blood.
My vision blurs.
This was truly the limit.
I lack even the strength to raise my head, my face smashed into the soil, when the footsteps echoing from all sides draw steadily closer.
At last, someone spots me and blows a horn, shouting loudly.
"Over here! The Lecherous Demon has collapsed here!"
That nickname, Lecherous Demon.
It wasn't some cheap lecher from street corner novels.
The Ten Strongest Under Heaven, closest to the World's Greatest Martial Artist.
One Emperor, Two Demons, Three Stars, Four Kings.
Among them, the Lecherous Demon, who stood alongside the Demonic Cult's ruler, the Heavenly Demon, as one of the Two Demons.
That was my moniker.
Some rank One Emperor above Two Demons,
'But I got one good hit on that Martial Emperor bastard, so I'm the World's Greatest Martial Artist.'
But what does it matter now.
My body grows ever closer to death.
Then, a familiar voice rings out.
"Lecherous Demon. Is this the end for you? You've made us chase you this long just to get caught like this."
A deep, resonant, and suave male voice.
Normally, I'd never bother remembering some guy's voice,
'Heh heh, but this one's worth remembering.'
I pour out my last strength to barely lift my head.
There stands Sword Emperor Baek Rihyeon, glaring down at me with eyes full of murder.
The Sword Emperor, who couldn't even crack the Ten Strongest Under Heaven.
A greenhorn touted as a future World's Greatest Martial Artist, but still just a pup.
His true worth, though, lies elsewhere.
Grandson-in-law to the Martial Emperor and husband to Cheon Suyeon, the World's Greatest Beauty.
That was his real pedigree.
'Especially the intimate flesh of the World's Greatest Beauty, Cheon Suyeon... it was truly the world's greatest delicacy.'
They say the world's greatest delicacy is so divine that two could savor it and one would die without a care.
And now, thanks to that, I'm really on my way out.
But I have no regrets.
Stealing the first taste from the world's most beautiful woman made my life as a man complete.
"Lecherous Demon Mok Jimyeong. Any last words?"
Just like those uptight righteous faction types—even while radiating killing intent, he asks for my dying words.
Putting on this show with his mortal enemy right in front of him.
Does he want to look all noble and just to the martial artists gathered around?
If it were me, I'd have severed his head on the spot...
'Fine then, I'll humor him.'
I twitch my facial muscles to barely twist the corner of my mouth into a crooked grin.
With a voice bubbling up bloody phlegm, I barely manage to rasp at him.
"Urgh... your wife was amazing."
Those were the final words of I, Lecherous Demon Mok Jimyeong.