Chapter 2
##2fury. What should I do with this?……
one month.
If it's short, it's short, if it's long, it's long..
It was enough time for him to understand that he, who was thought to be dead, had woken up in a different body, and to somehow adapt to the new body and environment..
“……Please at least make an excuse.”
“What do you mean?”
When I opened my eyes and asked, the eyebrows of the middle-aged man sitting in front of me twitched widely..
He was Baek Mu-heun, the father of this body and the director of Baekmugwan..
“Are you asking because you really don’t know??”
“yes. I don't know.”
My confident answer caught Baek Mu-heun in the back..
I sat with my back straight and looked at him intently..
I was confident.
At least I don't remember doing anything wrong that would warrant an excuse.…….
“Mr. Jang from the fabric store came to visit us earlier. The second child sent to military service came back dead..”
“…….”
“Even though I have nothing to say?”
“What's the problem with that??”
Instead, I raised my voice and spoke with a hostile attitude..
“In order to learn martial arts, it is necessary to have the attitude and effort to carve your bones and flesh. That way, the time, money, and effort you put in will be worth it. On the contrary, I can't even offer you good quality silk to say thank you.…….”
“This guy!”
Taaak!
For a moment, a star flashed and a cheerful sound came from my head..
It didn't really hurt, but I couldn't help but feel bad..
‘Okay. I can see it but I can't avoid it.’
Well, even if you had the ability to dodge, it would have been better for you not to dodge..
Unless you want to see your father running wild with bloodshot eyes..
“What do you do when you order children under the age of ten to do Mabo? Are you thankful? Where in the world is there a master who gives such foolish training?!”
Baek Moo-heun swung the teaching instrument in one hand menacingly in the air, as if he was going to hit my head at any moment..
‘No, it's something we do every day in the blood religion.…….’
Even that was reduced by half from two hours..
I didn't pull out my fingernails because I couldn't hold on and fell down like I did in the blood religion, and I didn't scold the guy who collapsed and told him there was no dinner tonight..
Over the past few days, the nosy dogs have been saying they really want to learn martial arts properly, so I just taught them a little more in earnest..
‘Just because it's difficult, you run to your parents and tell them? Anyway, young people these days…….’
“Are you listening to me??”
“If it were like the old days... … . yes. I'm listening.”
I was thinking about something else and shamelessly nodded, and Baek Moo-heun looked at me with an astonished expression..
“Do you not know that I hear with one ear and let out with the other? He died once, then came back to life, and I don't know what he was thinking. Sometimes I wonder if he is really my son…….”
This guy is a ghost.
I bowed my head to my father, who was sighing deeply..
“Soja's thoughts were short. I will make sure this never happens again..”
“Water dragon.”
Suddenly he called my name with a serious look on his face..
white water dragon.
This is the name of the original owner of this body..
Twenty-seven this year.
A guy with no special skills who was taught by a father who was a small military officer in the village and had no special reputation, and only taught the neighborhood snobbery dogs..
A life that is far from the flying and crawling masters of Moorim, but too far away..
He is not even third-rate as an unmanned person..
“yes.”
Baek Mu-heun’s expression darkened slightly at my simple answer. He hesitated a bit before continuing..
“I know I've been dazed a lot since I woke up. You probably have your own concerns, too. I went through something big not long ago.…….”
a month ago.
Baek Soo-ryong died and came back to life..
To be precise, the White Water Dragon died, and I woke up in its body..
“If you have any concerns, you can speak honestly. Still, isn’t this father his only blood relative?.”
The one and only blood relative.
That's why I couldn't be honest.
‘Your son Baek Soo-ryong is dead..’
Baek Soo-ryong was weak from birth..
It is said that he was born with a rare condition whose name is unknown..
Likewise, his mother, who was weak, died a few years after giving birth to her son..
Baek Moo-heun visited doctors who were willing to save his son, who was a blood clot, and gave him all kinds of medicinal herbs.,
‘It was no use.’
In the end, Baek Mu-heun came down to the countryside with good water and air and became a military officer for his weak son..
But his son,
“Do you still have any interest in Moorim??”
“…….”
Despite his natural constitution, Baek Soo-ryong seems to have wanted to become a martial artist..
It is said that even though he was unable to properly learn the inner gongsim technique due to his arrhythmia, he trained his body every day and searched everywhere for a way to cure his illness..
And a few months ago, Baek Soo-ryong finally obtained a copy of Nei Gongsimbeop..
‘You foolishly touch the magic gun..’
magic skill).
Not all magical techniques are dangerous and have significant side effects, but the ones that White Water Dragon touched were of the poorest quality..
In the end, Baek Soo-ryong tried too hard and fell down bleeding out..
……no, he died.
It was a death he had prepared himself for..
[I would rather wriggle and die than give up on my dreams for the rest of my life..]
At the spot where Baek Soo-ryong fell, a bloody suicide note with that written in it was left behind..
Then I woke up in his body, and a month passed..
I woke up in an unfamiliar body, pretending to have lost my memory, and little by little I learned the story of the man who owned my body..
“still… … Can’t you give up?.”
“…….”
When I didn’t answer, Baek Mu-heun’s expression darkened..
He thought that his only son could not give up his vain dreams even after he was on the brink of death..
I slowly opened my mouth.
“I'm not sure.”
It wasn't something I said to reassure Baek Mu-heun, it was something I said sincerely..
‘Does Moorim have a meaning??’
In my last life, I crossed the line of fire every day just to survive in the blood cult..
Learning martial arts, killing people, and becoming an instructor to study and teach martial arts after getting injured were all in order to survive..
But what about now?
‘Is there a need to become a martial artist??’
There are five world-class miracles in my head right now..
However, becoming a martial artist also inevitably means that one’s life will be in danger..
‘To live like that again?’
For me, who lived a life of walking on the edge of a knife every day until the day I died, that wasn't a very pleasant experience..
‘It might not be a bad idea to live leisurely like this, teaching nose-draining dogs..’
This village where Jinmugwan is located was a truly peaceful and quiet countryside..
Nevertheless, I did not say, “I have no intention of joining Mulim,” but instead, I said, “I don’t know.”.
My answer seemed to surprise Baek Muheun..
He opened his eyes wide and asked.
“……Did you say you don’t know??”
“yes.”
I feel comfortable here now, as if I'm on vacation, but I don't know what will happen later..
It's a new life.
There is no need to make a hasty decision.
“I will think more about what I want to do in the future..”
“…….”
Baek Moo-heun looked at me with a complex expression, either relieved or feeling sorry for his son who was finally giving up on his dream..
I faced his gaze without avoiding it..
“……I get it.”
Finally, he nodded heavily..
“My body is not fully healed yet, so if there is anything wrong, please tell me right away..”
“yes.”
“From now on, if you're going to make kids do something, just throw them a ball and tell them to kick it..”
“…… I'll say it again, if you want to learn martial arts, you must have the attitude and effort to carve your bones and flesh.…….”
“Do you know what kind of Shaolin temple this is? Then, the few students in the dormitory leave..”
Baek Mu-heun waved his hand saying he didn't want to hear it..
I swallowed my appetite and stood up..
“Then let's go out.”
“okay.”
As I turned and left the room, I heard a sigh and a muttering to myself from behind..
“I'm sorry. There's nothing Abby can do for you.…….”
I pretended not to hear and walked quickly back to my room..
* * *
When I returned to the room, I took off my top and stood in front of the mirror..
It was a routine I did every day to check my body condition..
‘She is a gisaeng brother who has never suffered a single hardship..’
Just like his father, he was tall and his arms and legs were stretched out..
Although he is thin for a guy, he has a very handsome face..
I have been exercising regularly since I woke up, so my physical condition is not bad now..
‘If you just fix the veins, you have great muscles..’
The problem is inside the body.
My body was already unable to use internal energy properly due to arteriosclerosis, but as an aftereffect of magic energy, my blood vessels were full of turbidity..
At least this is the extent of my improvement after recuperating for the past month..
The inside of my body, which is as good as rotten, makes me click my tongue..
“Tsk. Even a third-rate martial artist is not good at it..”
For now, the third rate is viewed favorably..
A third-rate martial artist can use even the smallest amount of internal power..
Moreover, if left as is, this body will die within three years..
‘Is this a coincidence or an inevitability? … . After all, it is a periosyllabic vein..’
I knew the name of the arrhythmia that Baek Su-ryong suffers from..
Transylvanic vein).
Most of the world's most courageous lawmakers have never even heard of their names, or even if they do know, they are subject to terrible punishments that they cannot do anything about..
People born with transsyllable veins usually die before the age of thirty..
I clicked my tongue as I looked at the young man in the mirror..
‘I was destined not to live long anyway. Did you know that too and struggle??’
Perhaps Baek Soo-ryong instinctively felt that his life was short and took an extreme gamble..
But the gamble failed, and instead my soul came into this body..
‘I will use this body well from now on..’
A dead person is dead, and a living person must live..
Fortunately, I knew the treatment for transylvanic veins..
Reverse heaven magic).
It is a world-class martial art that has been passed down only to the leaders of the Blood Demon Church from generation to generation, and it competes for the top among the five martial arts in my head..
In the rank of the Reverse Heavenly Art that I found in the martial arts library of the Blood Religion, it was written as follows:.
-The transylvanic vein is a body cursed by heaven.,
-Reverse Heaven Shingong (逆天神功) is a martial art that goes against the sky..
- When these two meet, the vital veins will become divine veins, and you will gain the power of breaking heaven to shatter the sky..
It may sound grandiose, but to get straight to the point, it means that the Transylvania line is the best constitution to learn Yeokcheonshingong..
In the first place, the first blood demon of the Blood Demon Church was Transylvania..
‘Is it possible that there is a connection between using the Reverse Heavenly Art before dying and waking up in this body??’
I could only guess, but I didn't know that much..
The important thing is that I have the martial arts and knowledge to change the Transylvania vein into the Transylvania vein..
There's just one problem…….
Tsk. I muttered while licking my lips..
“I have no money.”
It costs a lot of money to learn Yeokcheonshingong..
It's not just a lot, it's a huge amount..
Medicines that you may know just by hearing their names, and a congressman who is so outstanding that he can be counted on one hand in the Central Powers..
Here, we also need materials to be used in various methods..
It is at a level where even a famous family in a region can be uprooted..
There was no way my father, who ran a small military office in the countryside, had that much money..
“What should I do with this?…….”
It was a time when the handsome face in the mirror was frowning with worry..
“Master!”
A scream-like cry was heard from outside..
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