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Just as I was about to voice the question I’d been harboring, the dotted old man, who had been unable to look me straight in the eye for some reason, suddenly offered an unexpected apology. “I am sorry, Young Lord. I know what it is you wish for, but I cannot grant it. Not because I do not want to, but because I am unable to.” I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. But it was too early to give up hope. A reversal came immediately after. “Number Three’s spirit is linked to mine. Even…-
967.8 K • Ongoing
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We entered a canyon in the rugged mountains. Unlike the marsh, there was a chance herb gatherers or mountain folk might wander in, but I just gave the surroundings a quick look-over and hurried to start the spar. “Please tell her to attack me with everything she’s got. I’ll be attacking as well, so she can defend too.” At my request, the dotted old man became flustered. I gave a bitter smile. “It’s fine, Benefactor. I’m not exactly a nobody.” “But if something were to…
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967.8 K • Ongoing
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I got straight to the point. “What task did Poison King assign you this time, Benefactor?” It must not have been a difficult question, because the old man answered at once. “He ordered me to come here and use Number Three to protect Young Lord.” I glanced sidelong at the squat woman, then pressed in a bit further. “Was that all?” As expected, the old man hesitated. I didn’t rush him, giving him time to weigh his options. After a moment, he seemed to make up his mind…
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967.8 K • Ongoing
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When Gang Taesu brought the urgent message, I was six hours deep in sweating it out against Han U-gyeong. No one knew when he might return to the Sword Citadel, so I’d been stubborn about monopolizing him. Fortunately, Han U-gyeong did not refuse my request and kept sparring with me. Knowing my greedy nature well, Gwaeseon and the Mad Guest had readily yielded him to me. The more I crossed hands with Han U-gyeong, the more I felt the gap between us. Even when we used the same level of internal…
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967.8 K • Ongoing
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Snake-Eyes’ qi bullet missed. It wasn’t because he’d aimed poorly, nor because I diverted it away with a shift. What saved my life was the Sword Emperor’s Heir’s hand. He threw himself forward and brushed Snake-Eyes’ arm just enough to twist the shot off course, and thanks to that I narrowly avoided having that qi shell slam into my abdomen. Dragged back from the jaws of death, I was furious. And three things happened at once. First, Han U-gyeong shouted at Snake-Eyes. “What do…
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967.8 K • Ongoing
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We were passing through the woods around the manor when a pigeon flew over my head. I tilted my head. What now? Going in through the back of the tile-roofed house and out into the courtyard, I saw Kang Taesu untying a note from the carrier pigeon’s leg. She didn’t even read it before handing it to me. I was puzzled for a moment, but understood as soon as I saw what was written on the folded cover: “To Jeon Chung – Personal.” I unfolded it. There were only two lines. “Two from…
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967.8 K • Ongoing
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The massive Iron Horse landed in the courtyard as lightly as a feather. Right after him, a burly bearded man thudded to the ground. I could tell at a glance that the bearded one wasn’t among the men who had chased me the other day. Which meant he wasn’t a peak-level expert. His bronzed skin and bulging muscles looked like they were about to burst, yet he had the expression of a frightened mouse that had blundered into a cat’s playfield. I could guess his role. Iron Horse had brought…
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967.8 K • Ongoing
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When I stepped into the yard with Jin Cheongun and saw the shabby-looking boy beside him, I was baffled. What is that kid doing here? He was the boy I’d run into by chance in Goyeon, when we’d stopped briefly on our way to the Justice Alliance after my battle with Iron Horse a month earlier. Back then he had been bowing with an old man I’d taken for his grandfather, Old Plum Blossom, and when he lifted his head and looked at me, his bright, clear eyes had stuck in my mind. We hadn’t…
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967.8 K • Ongoing
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A chill ran down my spine. It was said that the Poison King had become the head of the Poison Sect and master of Poison Valley when he was around forty. Since then, for a full sixty years, he had ruled the southern martial world as an absolute sovereign. For over half a century he had probably never once experienced anyone openly contradicting him. To such a man, my habit of talking back at every turn must have felt both unfamiliar and intensely grating. In fact, the amount he had endured so far…
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After the Poison King asked his question, I paused for two breaths, made my decision, and opened my mouth. “That day, my mother suddenly had a seizure.” Having set the tone, I watched the Poison King’s reaction while pretending to stay calm. If, after that incident, he had interrogated the “spotted” middle-aged man and found out the truth of my mother’s disappearance, then my words would be the same as signing my own death sentence. If he showed even the slightest hint of rage, I…
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