Login Murim Chapter 868
That night when Masambo came to visit.
I couldn’t sleep for a long time.
It wasn’t just because the rain and lightning were pouring down like crazy, as if the sky had planned it.
The last conversation I had with Masambo, who had left as suddenly as he had first appeared, was constantly replaying in my mind.
‘I need your help.’
When Masambo first said that, I couldn’t answer easily.
This was an undeniable treason.
If I agree, and if this goes wrong, no one can guarantee what will happen next.
As long as it is related to the imperial family, this cannot be treated as a personal deviation.
The fact that I had to pay the price of failure as Jin Tae-kyung of the Taewonjin family, not as Jin Tae-kyung, the Fire God Dragon, made my heart heavy.
‘If this fails, what happens then?’
‘You already know, don’t you?’
‘If you fail, you are a traitor; if you succeed, you are the Son of Heaven. If it is the latter, wealth and glory that no one in the world can enjoy will be waiting for you, but if it is the former, you will experience pain worse than hell.’
I have fought countless battles and defeated countless enemies.
Among them, there were weak enemies who could be dealt with with just one finger, and there were strong enemies who were so feared that one could not even lift a finger.
But… this time is different.
The master of the world is the great country, and the master of the great country is the Son of Heaven.
To rebel against the very Emperor means to fight against the world itself.
Not only me but everyone around me.
‘Think carefully. Of course, since you have stepped into the imperial palace to protect His Highness King Sangsan, everything may already be too late.’
‘Are you threatening me now?’ ‘No, it’s not a threat, it’s the truth.’
Masambo. The fierce look in her classmate’s eyes was still visible before her eyes. Even his voice, which had sunken deep.
‘How many people do you think died in the last rebellion? There are tens of thousands of people who died for unknown reasons on the way to exile, were taken to exile, had their limbs torn to death, or were beheaded in the streets. If that’s all that’s known in this world, how much of the death remains unknown? And how many of them were like you who had no connection whatsoever?’
*•♦,•••I*
It was said, ‘Jirokwima (指度爲馬)’. In the end, everything depends on the emperor’s will.
Just as a healthy deer can become a horse, keep in mind that you too can become a traitor.’
History proves the whims and suspicions of those in power.
And the current emperor was a tyrant that no one in the world could deny. A traitor who rose to the throne by going against the law and treading on blood, and a ruler who wields absolute power.
Therefore, the moment I heard Masambo’s words, I too had a vague realization.
The fact that other than becoming a traitor may have already left my hands.
‘Of course, I won’t deny that I also had a hand in their deaths. No, rather, he took the lead. Because I had to survive no matter what. Because I had to stay here and wait for my time.’
Some left the imperial palace to serve their young master, while others stayed behind to greet their master when he would return someday.
If Hongjin was the former, Masambo was the latter.
He soon became the hunting dog of the Fourth Prince, or rather, the new Emperor.
He was crueler than anyone else, biting the nape of his target’s neck without mercy, surviving the brutal purge, and rising to the position of Byeongpiltaegam, the leader of his class.
And Masambo was not the only one who survived in that way.
‘That night when everyone was gathered, the elder Chang Gong spoke. If my classmates up until now were flowers blooming in the darkness, from now on they will have to become weeds.’
Regardless of whether there is light or not, flowers are colorful and beautiful.
But it’s not a weed. No one pays attention to ugly, nameless grass.
Also, because of that, they survive longer.
Taegam Jang, the head of the alumni group, urged his like-minded comrades to survive by becoming such weeds.
Until I collapsed because I could not overcome the illness that came with a long period of time.
‘Five years ago, after Mr. Changgong became ill, I started leading everyone. It was from then that Yeonpanjang (連判狀) was created.’
Yeonpanjang.
It is clear evidence that traitors signed with their own blood, and it is a historical record that contains the names of contributors who will possibly establish a new emperor in the future.
Masambo left, mentioning the kite shop.
With one last word that had to keep me up all night.
‘Amcheon (暗天). I know about those who are currently shaking up the martial arts world. ‘Perhaps much deeper and more detailed than you might guess.’
*V
‘Even if you leave like this, I won’t hold you back. However, if you help us restore His Majesty King Sangsan and establish a new order… we will reward you appropriately.’
Masambo left like that, Hongjin returned to the young king’s side, and I stayed there, lost in thought.
Until the dawn light reaches the window.
Until dawn breaks in the distance with the rain slowly subsiding.
And until this moment.
“What the f*ck.”
Hyuk Moo-jin, who had been dozing off in a corner, wakes up in shock at the swear word that suddenly pops out without my knowledge.
The guy jumped up from his seat and fumbled with the sword in his arms with half-closed eyes.
“Is this an attack? Is it an attack? These guys! What kind of bastards dare…
“Mujin.”
“yes?”
“tight.”
“yes.”
Hyuk Moo-jin, who sat down as if he had never been like that, quickly fell asleep again.
No matter how tired I was on the way to the ecliptic, I stayed in that position for four o’clock.
If it’s a talent, then it’s a talent. Grumble.
Anyway, snoring has crossed the line.
Sigh!
“Ugh! These guys! “I can’t even lay a finger on the commander’s body!”
“Mujin.”
“yes?”
“If a bastard named Hobeop was that deeply asleep, I would have touched everything but a single hair.”
“Wow, what kind of guy has already laid hands on the leader? no. You don’t need to say anything. Hongjin, you’re that person, right? I knew it would happen. For some reason, the way he normally looks at the leader is lustful…
“Mujin. You damn bastard…!”
I let out a lament that came from deep within my heart.
After all, this guy is my right arm, or rather, my little toe.
It’s already a serious situation, but now that he’s in that state, it’s time for the wise man. At this level, one suspects that he may be a Uhwadeungseon contractor appointed by Amcheon to leave this world early.
‘There is no system and no one to rely on right now.’
When I think about it, I’ve been lucky with my picks so far.
The system always, vaguely, told me the path to take through quests, and Jeokcheongang was a strong support that I could trust and lean on whenever I faltered.
But none of them are with me now.
Everything that happens in the future depends only on my choices now.
‘If you fail, you are a traitor; if you succeed, you are the Son of Heaven.’
Masambo’s words ring in my ears like an auditory hallucination. Also his last words.
‘Amcheon（暗天\ I know about those who are currently shaking the martial arts world. ‘Perhaps much deeper and more detailed than you might guess.’
Exactly what and how you know so well. How is the information about Dark Stream that you discovered related to Cheonja and how dangerous it is?
I wanted to catch Masambo, who was about to leave, and ask him more questions, but I had to hold back because of the commotion and the risk of Geum running after receiving a buster call.
No, maybe I missed him because I was thinking about the weight of what he said next.
‘compensation. It’s a reward…
I quietly pondered those words.
Masambo clearly said so. If you help them establish King Sangsan as the new emperor, he will be rewarded appropriately.
And seeing as he mentioned Dark Heaven earlier, it wasn’t that difficult to guess what reward he was talking about.
‘The imperial family and the great nation help the Murim Alliance to subdue Amcheon.’
Just as it is not for nothing that the government and the martial arts world are said to be inviolable, Daeguk has not been deeply involved in the affairs of the martial arts world until now.
No, thinking about it now, the reason was very clear.
‘Because there was no reason to intervene.’
There is no need to calculate the whole world. There are as many as a million elite troops stationed near the Imperial Capital alone, and the number of elite soldiers that I have seen with my own eyes is as many as hundreds.
In addition to this, there is power that has not yet been revealed. Especially if it includes the transcendent expert…
‘The power of the Imperial Capital alone already far exceeds that of the Murim Alliance.’
Of course, it cannot be denied that most of the power of a great country is concentrated in the imperial capital.
All wars, including invasions by foreigners, had already ended a long time ago, and the emperors of the unified dynasty did not give more military power than necessary to the lords or kings of provinces scattered throughout the world.
However, they only looked down on everything from the top of this huge, solid castle wall.
A fierce battle of power taking place in another fence that exists within the fence of the great country, which the world calls martial arts.
This was no exception even when the Great Demon War took place.
‘But if that very country sides with the Murim Alliance.’
The scales of victory tip all at once.
If the trend so far has been a fight between the Central Plains Wulin and Amcheon, after the joining of the great powers, Amcheon is the external enemy that the world is hostile to.
Although it is impossible to estimate the extent of Darkcheon’s power that has not yet been revealed, the weight of the two words ‘Great Power’ was that heavy and certain.
Of course, there is one most fatal problem…
‘When you fail.’
High risk. High return.
If you fail, you are a traitor; if you succeed, you are the emperor.
It feels like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff.
You can gain wings called the Son of Heaven and fly above the clouds, but on the other hand, you can fall down a cliff with both legs broken by the Son of Heaven.
Not just me, but everyone. Grumble.
Yes, including this bastard.
······Mujin. This is a chew. ”
Hyuk Mujin opened his eyes naturally and opened his mouth.
“I didn’t sleep.”
“okay?”
“yes.”
“For that matter, the sound of snoring is really loud. In a little while, the gold will rise and I will grab it. “The Emperor was struck by the sound of your snoring.”
“It’s true.”
“How do you want to prove it?”
Hyuk Moo-jin rolled his eyes.
I opened my mouth.
“I’ll bet Hongjin’s balls on it.”
No, you’re trying to bet that this bastard isn’t there.
At that moment, when I was at a loss for words due to the unexpected answer, a familiar metallic sound was heard outside the window.
Crash. Crash.
Orderly movement and sharp momentum. It’s a gold medal.
Hyuk Mu-jin, who was looking at the golden armor entering the palace hall, asked with a surprised face.
“Did the emperor really wake up because of me?”
“······.”
Should I really kill you? I said after taking a deep breath.
“Please bring me King Sangsan.”
Apparently, the time has come.
