I got into school for nothing - Chapter 323
I got into school for nothing (323)
Lesson 63. Year 2 - 3
The official name of the Shin-gyo was, surprisingly, the 'Saengsashingyo'.
The core tenet of the doctrine was that only humans, not gods beyond, were qualified to preside over human life and death, and that a superhuman who represented the collective will of all humanity would become a true god and be revered as the leader of the Shin-gyo.
At first listen, it might sound like an ode to humanity, but that wasn't it.
Ultimately, this Shin-gyo was a religion based on the belief that they should be wary of anything other than the humans they knew—for example, powerful external enemies and transcendent beings invading from outside dimensions with the power of the Tower—and that humans within the Shin-gyo would become transcendent beings themselves to defeat them and rule from within.
So, in simple terms, it was a cult....
“Your waist is open.”
“Hup—!”
Namely, beating Ban Yuwon until he understood.
Coincidentally, that method was also advantageous for Ban Yuwon.
“Ha, truly astonishing.”
Dokgo Hyeok, clad in a spotless black martial arts uniform, murmured in amazement as he watched Ban Yuwon tumble on the ground.
“You remember whatever you’re shown and gain even more beyond that, so it’s no exaggeration to call you a genius. However, this is all merely a byproduct of your innate abilities, which might make your training seem inefficient at a glance.”
“My Authority training... Hmph. I’m doing that separately, in my own time.”
With a simple flick of his hand, Ban Yuwon, who had absorbed and annihilated the concept of dust clinging to his body, rose and replied.
“So right now, it’s important to pound the highest-level combat techniques into my body. More than anything, I need sharp fangs to sink into the bodies of transcendent beings.”
“Sinking fangs...”
Cheonma smiled cynically.
His smile deepened as he looked at his left arm, which had been conspicuously empty just a few days ago.
“Only after losing something does a human truly realize what they were lacking.”
“Have you filled what you lacked, Father?”
“It stands before my eyes.”
Ban Yuwon flinched.
Dokgo Hyeok snorted.
“Ultimately, only you, born with a special bloodline, can face that monster. All I can do is protect this world from further ruin.”
“That’s...”
“Therefore, I intend to forge you into a sharp blade and plunge you into the enemy’s heart. Did you not come seeking us, knowing our goals were aligned from the start?”
That was true.
From Dokgo Yeon's attitude, from how other dimensions initially viewed Murim, he had inferred what this dimension must have suffered in the past, which allowed him to confidently come here to request aid.
“So now, instead of reminiscing about my daughter, roll your body a little more, my son.”
“Seriously, the people in this family are terrifying.”
Ban Yuwon sighed and lunged at Dokgo Hyeok once more.
Dokgo Hyeok explained that this was the foundational training one must solidify before truly delving into martial arts that dealt with life and death.
This training, which pushed both body and mind to their limits simultaneously, aimed for perfection in genuine combat, truly requiring him to roll and exert his body.
“It must be nice to have two fathers.”
After rolling around for a good three hours, pounding the Shin-gyo's foundational martial arts into his body.
Ban Yuwon, seeing that his Wonshin and Won-gi had each grown by 10 in that short period, could only let out a hollow laugh when Heukseol approached and spoke.
Accepting the wet towel she offered along with her words, Ban Yuwon politely wiped his face and replied.
“Why are you picking a fight the moment you see me?”
“I meant I was envious, though.”
“Who would ever believe that... huh.”
He suddenly felt gazes and lifted his head.
Like cockroaches discovered by human eyes, *shashak*, their presence vanished, but they couldn't deceive the eyes of Ban Yuwon, who had trained the Giwon Sword.
Many people within the Shin-gyo were indeed paying attention to Ban Yuwon.
...Of course, if the Grand Master, whom they revere like heaven, suddenly started personally teaching a mere youngster, interest would naturally be sparked.
“To the disciples, the Grand Master is their entire world. It’s only natural to be envious that you can call such a Grand Master ‘Father’.”
“I’d really like to swap places for just one day.”
“Bearing the Grand Master’s divine martial arts would be impossible for an ordinary disciple.”
“Have you ever heard of Chugungwagyeol?” Heukseol explained.
Cheonma's martial arts transmission method could be called an advanced version of it, stimulating Ban Yuwon's entire body evenly with Cheonma's internal energy to awaken his potential, elevate his physical stature, and purify his internal energy.
This was also like a form of spellcasting; its drawback was that the effect would diminish if it wasn't a process of intense sparring between two people, making it impossible to manipulate the process.
In other words, simply having just anyone take the beating wouldn't yield results.
“So, it couldn’t be helped that the young lady was thoroughly thrashed like dust on a rainy day...”
“You’re smiling quite contentedly...”
As Ban Yuwon handed over the towel with a reluctant expression, Heukseol took it, tucked it away, and said.
“From today, you will undertake external missions as the Meryongdanju. In this place called Murim, there’s never a single peaceful day, so we, the Grand Master’s proxies, must step in directly to govern it.”
“Even after seeing the world gnawed away in places, they still have the energy to fight amongst themselves.”
“It’s precisely *because* it’s been gnawed away. Who knows when another rift might open and precious land disappear?”
Right, so they’ve been playing a game of 'territory capture' all this time.
Ban Yuwon put on the long cloak Heukseol personally draped over him, shrugging his shoulders awkwardly.
“Can’t we do something about this ‘Myeolryong’ embroidered in gold thread on the back?”
“That is the core. The Myeolryongdan boasts the strongest force among the armed groups representing the Shin-gyo's official will. Every faction in Murim will tremble at those two characters, ‘Myeolryong’.”
“I really hate this...”
Next to Ban Yuwon, who had a solemn expression, Heukseol subtly turned and showed him her back.
She must have put on her cloak at some point, for on her back, 'Myeolryong' embroidered in silver thread gleamed.
With a very boastful smile, she said.
“I am the Vice-Commander.”
she proudly declared.
“Then, let’s go. The members are waiting for the Commander.”
“I truly hate this...”
It was clear that the members of the unit that Dokgo Yeon had commanded would not be pleased with Ban Yuwon's presence, as he had effectively rolled into the Shin-gyo to replace Dokgo Yeon, having survived thanks to her sacrifice.
However, given Cheonma's words to him, until he brought Dokgo Yeon back, he was fated to act as the Shin-gyo's Young Grand Master, come hell or high water.
“Commander.”
“Alright, alright, I’m going.”
Hmph, after taking a deep breath.
He walked forward with a cool, detached expression, as if facing a mortal enemy.
He adopted the kind of expression he imagined Dokgo Yeon would typically wear, and indeed, as if confirming his guess, Heukseol walked beside him with a strange look.
“I’ve been watching the Rebellion channel lately.”
“I know you’ve been watching it all along.”
“Videos without the Commander have been uploaded recently, I noticed.”
“That’s because my coming here was a secret from the start. Tikke... that is, the artifact that films, edits, and even uploads videos... it’s a precious item, but I left it with the others.”
Managing the channel during vacation was quite tricky.
During the summer vacation, he'd returned to Earth with Rucell and filmed various videos, but since he was in Murim this time, that wasn't possible. Honestly, he didn't have the mental余裕 to film vlogs alone and joke around, so he'd simply left Rucell in charge, asking her to record a few suitable videos.
“But why does that matter?”
“Oh no, without the Commander appearing, all sorts of absurd rumors are circulating. Some are even unspeakable... It seems this Rucell person is quite popular.”
“So that’s what you wanted to talk about.”
It seemed Heukseol was empathizing with Rucell, who, like herself, had animal ears and a tail.
Of course, Rucell only went into her beast mode during combat, and normally she could manifest or retract her ears and tail at will, but....
Since all the channel's viewers loved Rucell's ears and tail, it was only natural for Heukseol to feel a certain sentiment about it.
“Do you want to appear? On our channel?”
“Huh?!”
Heukseol was startled, stiffening her ears and tail.
Her thought, "How did he know?", was so obvious that it made Ban Yuwon smile.
“We don’t have a camera right now, so it won’t work. But next summer vacation, I’ll bring Tikke. Uploading immediately might be risky, so we’ll just record and upload later.”
“No, I am merely an ordinary Vice-Commander of the Myeolryongdan, after all.”
“You were boasting quite a bit about that just now, so what’s with the...”
Seeing Heukseol’s tail wagging gently, it seemed her heart was undeniably swayed by Ban Yuwon’s suggestion.
Unfortunately, they arrived at the Myeolryongdan’s compound around that time, so the discussion about Heukseol’s channel debut was postponed until another occasion.
“Greetings, Commander.”
“Greetings, Commander.”
Two gatekeepers who had been waiting in front of the building bowed their heads to Ban Yuwon.
Ban Yuwon glanced at Heukseol, who nodded, indicating they were indeed members, then addressed the two.
“A mission. Assemble everyone.”
“We obey your command.”
At that moment.
Ban Yuwon thought the entire compound was about to collapse.
People sprang out from every conceivable place and assembled.
Ban Yuwon momentarily thought of "ninjas", but then realized that the nearly hundred Myeolryongdan members were all staring fixedly at him, and he cleared his throat with a *kheum* sound.
He had expected only resentment, but looking now, the emotions in their eyes were incredibly varied.
Of course, some glared at him as if he were shamelessly standing in this position after Dokgo Yeon, their former Commander, had sacrificed herself, but conversely, there were also those who looked at him with awe.
Some admired him, seemingly well-aware of his relationship with Dokgo Yeon, while others expressed envy towards him, a person from another world who had quickly gained recognition from the Grand Master.
The important thing was that they all sincerely followed Dokgo Yeon, and beyond that, their loyalty to the sect was profound.
“I told them that you healed the Grand Master’s long-standing wound.”
While understanding that their opposition to him wasn't great due to Heukseol's words, Ban Yuwon still had something on his mind and asked.
“Did everyone know?”
“Only the core figures of the sect knew everything. The Myeolryongdan members, for instance, only vaguely knew that something was amiss.”
But now that the Grand Master had fully recovered, there was no reason to keep it quiet, she said with a small laugh.
The members looked at their Vice-Commander with an unfamiliar expression.
“Tsk, so being handsome is everything, after all.”
“She vowed to kill him with her own hands, but now she's completely smitten just by looking at the new Commander’s face.”
“Uh oh, did the Vice-Commander put on makeup? She said she wouldn’t wear any until the Young Grand Master’s wedding.”
“When the Young Grand Master returns, I’ll tell her everything.”
“Silence!”
The Vice-Commander silenced the members with force.
Ban Yuwon chuckled, realizing once again that this was also a place where people lived.
The official mission could only begin after another 30 minutes had passed.
Mediating disputes between factions, using their wits to capture and execute those who had caused major conflicts—in short, it was the kind of work police would do.
Originally, even with the Myeolryongdan members’ light-foot techniques, it would take a good three days to reach their destination, but by mobilizing Lilyth and Ban Yuwon’s Authority, it took only ten minutes.
“It’s the Demonic Cult! The Demonic Cult has appeared!”
“The Myeolryongdan!”
“Ah, so the others really do call us the Demonic Cult.”
The Myeolryongdan appeared without a trace, and as Ban Yuwon and Heukseol, leading the vanguard, had their cloaks flutter to reveal the characters 'Myeolryong', the two warring factions instantly reacted with alarm.
Indeed, if it had been Ban Yuwon, he might have reacted with alarm too, had he seen Cheonma sacrifice his arm to block dimensional interference.
“The Demonic Cult bastards dare to insult us! What nonsense is it for such a greenhorn youngster to be the Commander—Aaaargh!”
“But why are we doing this instead of leaving it to the police?”
As Ban Yuwon, who had effortlessly subdued the charging faction leaders with his Giwon Sword, uttered the word "police",
“Police? You mean the government offices? They became powerless a long time ago.”
A Myeolryongdan member reported, successively grabbing warriors who easily surpassed the 3-Irekto level and slamming them onto the ground.
“Now is the era of the Shin-gyo. Is it not natural, since the Grand Master saved the world? However, because he is a god and chooses not to meddle in human affairs, these pests constantly appear...”
“So, the subordinate units step forward in his stead. If we don’t periodically display our strength, these fools get the wrong idea.”
The two warring factions, which could be considered guilds or mercenary groups in Union terms, were each extorted for mediation fees and returned to their respective territories. Those who had underestimated the new Myeolryongdanju, Ban Yuwon, and dared to challenge him, were sent flying and fled, not even daring to show their faces.
As for Ban Yuwon, he had initially treated this as a daily quest, undertaken in exchange for learning martial arts from Cheonma, but to his surprise, he encountered a variety of martial arts, and in collecting and organizing them, he felt quite a sense of reward.
“This is just the beginning. With the Commander’s abilities, we can reach anywhere in Murim in just a *ilgak* (15 minutes), so there will be no one in Murim who doesn’t fear the Myeolryongdanju.”
“Ha, I’m scared, it feels like I’m getting tied down more and more like this...”
Ban Yuwon’s prediction was accurate.
Leading the Myeolryongdan members, appearing like a flash in the east and a gleam in the west wherever conflicts erupted across Murim, and suppressing situations with his transcendent martial arts and sorcery before vanishing—the name of Ban Yuwon, the new Myeolryongdanju of the Demonic Cult, grew in fame daily. By the time the next summer vacation arrived, rumors were already circulating throughout all of Murim that Myeolryongdanju Ban Yuwon would become the next Grand Master of the Demonic Cult.
When winter vacation came again, Cheonma, asserting that the foundational work was complete, personally began teaching him everything he knew—.
In the winter that returned two years after Ban Yuwon had lost Dokgo Yeon, he could confidently assert that he, himself, had reached the realm of transcendence.
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