Chapter 21: The Message That My Death Brought (3) (1/2)

Book 1 Chapter 21: The Message That My Death Brought (3)

Translator: Hwarang

Editor: Kidyeon, Jay

The next day, I decided to visit the inn once again.

I was curious about the current state of things.

Was it because I was still attached to my previous life? Of course not.

I was completely satisfied with my current life. Rather, I’m both happier and more lively now than I ever was as the Mengju.

I decided that, in this life, I’d help my clan rise up while raising my cultivation. However, there were some faces in the Alliance that I couldn’t forget. I was worried that Kal Sa Ryung and Baek Pyo, as well as my other loyal subordinates, would be impacted due to this new installment.

The inn was abuzz with chatter about me. Some cursed the way I governed, but no one was able to say anything negative about my skill as a martial artist.

“I didn’t know how he was the Mengju, but as a Martial Artist who was known as the ‘Strongest Under the Heavens, he’s someone who should be respected by everyone.”

One elderly man responded, “I personally saw him fight.”

When they heard this, everyone present began to gather near the old man. Even I decided to listen to him.

“Do you all know of the fight between the Mengju and the Evil G.o.d?”

“Of course we know of it. We’ve heard stories all about it.”

“Yes, but most of them aren’t true.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I was there.”

I laughed in silence because everything that this old man had said were lies.

The day that I fought against the Evil G.o.d there shouldn't have been anyone present, due to the fact that I had killed the Evil G.o.d and his subordinates while I had everyone from the Alliance remain on standby some distance away.

Since this was the period when I was still soaring through the skies of Kang Ho, how could this old man have seen the fight from that sort of distance? If he had been able to, I would’ve been able to sense his presence.

“The Evil G.o.d looked monstrous—as if he was born to fight. He was insanely large, reaching a height of almost three metres, and had fists the size of a human’s head. And of course, he was insanely strong too.”

The Evil G.o.d was insanely large, with fists the size of a human’s head?

All I could do was laugh silently at what this old man was saying.

When I first saw the Evil G.o.d I was surprised.

He had a pretty small stature, reaching only 1.5 metres in height. He even had an innocent face that made him look ill-suited for fighting.

Just because he was an evil G.o.d didn’t mean that he was going to simply swing his fists around wildly. He used a small dagger as his weapon of choice.

However, what that old man said wasn’t entirely false; he was indeed insanely strong.  At that point in my life he was the strongest opponent that I had fought against.

Of course, I encountered stronger opponents later in life, but he was someone who I would remember, since he was one of the top five fighters that I had ever fought.

I couldn ’t remember how many times I almost died to his dagger, which had only missed my vitals by a hair. He was someone who deserved the t.i.tle ‘Evil G.o.d’.

“I still remember their fight as if it was yesterday, especially the final moments. The Mengju showed the world his G.o.dlike skills at that point. As he dodged and countered the Evil G.o.d’s fist he soared up into the heavens like a Dragon. That scene was the most memorable moment of my life. “

Everyone was moved after they heard the old man’s story.

“I’m honored. I could die happily if I saw that fight.”

“I want to buy your eyes.”

“Oh sword G.o.d!”

Listening to stories like this wasn’t too bad. Hearing a story about how I finally delivered the final blow to the Evil G.o.d, I became a bit embarra.s.sed. This only reinforced that I too was a human.

But there was someone among the crowd who looked unsatisfied.

“So what if he’s a Sword G.o.d?”

“Oi, watch what you say.”

“Haven’t you heard the rumors?”

“What rumors?”

“The rumor that he received protection fees.”

“Is that true?”

Everyone, including me, was surprised.

I instantly wanted to get up and shout ‘Stop spouting nonsense!’, as I had ever received money in that sort of manner.

“Why wouldn’t he have? He was that strong.”

When I heard the way he was speaking, I could tell that what he was saying was based on his own feelings, not some rumor.

s.h.i.+t. I really wanted someone to say something against him, but everyone was agreeing and nodding their heads.

“If it’s Mengju... he probably could have…”

“Wasn’t Chunhajin the strongest Mengju?”

“He died without being able to spend all that money….”

I wouldn’t mind them spouting other rumours, but this crossed the line.

‘It’s not true! You fools! If I had really wanted to, I could have, but… So don’t spread false rumors!’

“How much do you think he made? A hundred thousand? A million?

I couldn’t hold back my sigh.

I truly loved Kang Ho… But I don’t know if Kang Ho even knew of my feelings.