Chapter 195

Chapter 195

For a moment, Bai Zhenchuan doubted his ears.
“It’s not that hard?”
“Yes, that’s right, we’ll be on our way.”
“Wait, wait, wait.”
“That’s fine.”
Bu Eun-sul smiled sheepishly.
He had been a member of the Gusal squad, so he had a keen understanding of the affairs of the various factions.
Even if Bai Zhenchuan didn’t say it, he knew how ridiculous this mission was, but he didn’t complain.
“If it weren’t for the sect in Xixi, I would have given up.”
“What?”
“Please call all of the dance troupe members to the stage.”
When Bai Zhen Tian gave her a look of incomprehension, Bu Eunsul smiled instead of answering.
It’s just a simple laugh.
But it was the look on his face that gave him more credibility than if he’d said, “I’m going to get the job done, even if it means risking my life.
“How the hell do you do that?
He’s a jack of all trades and a master of a couple of things.
But I couldn’t even begin to imagine what Bu Eun-sul was thinking.
“I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve felt this way.
There are many martial artists who excel at their craft, but few who possess multiple talents at once.
Moreover, Bu Eun-sul is not a slow producer of results.
Perhaps you’ve had all your plans in place from the moment you called the stage.
“I’m excited to see what else you’re going to do with this.
He couldn’t wait to see where Buunsul’s mission would take her in the future.
“Okay, I’ll call the dance floor to the stage right now.”
Bai Xiaochun grinned.
With a hunch that the powerhouse will flip again.
* * *
There are misfits in every school of thought, and Maggie was no exception.
An asshole who disobeys the chain of command.
An eccentric whose mindset is so unique that he or she can’t fit in.
A cynical or timid person who avoids human interaction altogether.
Those whose character and behavior are both ruined and unable to mix with people, etc……..
All young martial artists who have been ostracized from their respective organizations for one reason or another are assigned to a place called the Mubon Dae.
And they don’t assign tasks. If you do get an assignment, it’s only for one occasion.
Decommissioning.
The hand you can’t keep is always the hand you’re dealt.
“This is ridiculous.”
Hyuk So-jin, walking shoulder to shoulder with Bu Eun-sul to the stage, couldn’t hide her shocked expression.
“You want me to give you a squadron of useless bastards to drive Mabanmun out of the Isles, a place not even a volcanic wave can touch.”
“…….”
“Moreover, to kill the lord of the gate who refuses to come out of the depths of the Maban Gate? Have you not heard that there are more than three thousand Maban Mundo?”
Even when Hyuk So-jin yelled in frustration, Bu Eun-sul just kept walking as if she hadn’t heard anything.
I was actually expecting this kind of ordeal.
I would have been grateful for even a single force field.
I even thought about going alone with Hyuk Sojin.
Squeal.
As we approached the stage, there were thirty or so martial artists scattered about, chattering away.
They ranged from young people who looked just over the age of twenty to men who looked closer to thirty.
Some of them even had bloodshot eyes, as if they were still sober.
“Damn it. You’re working for a former Nangyagak.”
One of the men crouched on the floor exclaimed irritably.
“You’re not even a proper heir, I hear you’re one of the ten warriors they picked this time?”
Then the samurai sitting next to him sighed and muttered amongst themselves.
“They said he hated the Ten Commandments and gave him a mission to go fuck himself.”
“Damn, I’ve been surviving on snowballs, and now they’re sending me packing.”
Jumbled.
The mumbling group turned around at the sound of footsteps.
When they spotted Bu Eunseol and Hyuk Sojin, they grimaced and rose from their seats.
The oldest of the crew, a haggard-looking man with hollow eyes, stepped forward.
“Are you the Vice Sect of Nanyagak?”
“Yes.”
Zhao Nanchuan’s eyebrows twitched as Bu Eunsun nodded.
Even though he was a candidate to succeed her, he was offended by the way she talked down to him.
“Greetings from the Master of Mubon University, Zhao Nam Chen.”
His hands are clasped together, but his posture is poor and his face is frowning like he’s eating a rotten persimmon.
“Ah, my mistake. Now that Bu Xiaohao is the master of the dance troupe, I’m just an ordinary member.”
He said grimly, then glanced at Hyuksojin.
“If you’re next to…….”
“It’s a revolution.”
When Hyuk So-jin replied with a half-hearted reply, Cho Nam-chun smirked.
“Are you the man from before?”
“I don’t think so.”
“That’s too bad.”
Cho laughed.
“If you had been a member of the Mazen, you would have been one of our own.”
“Funny, I’m the heir to the Immortal Realm, how could I possibly belong to the Demon Warriors?”
“Oho, are you the successor of the Immortal Realm?”
Zhao Namtian clasped his hands together again as he turned to face Hyuksojin.
“It’s an honor to meet you.”
His tone is polite, but his expression is bored and yawning. It’s clear that he’s intentionally trying to ignore you.
“Why are you yawning with your face?”
“I’m tired because I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“I can wake you up.”
“That’s the kind of crap I look forward to.”
As Hyuk So-jin and Jo Nam-chun glared at each other, Bu Eun-sul stepped forward and said, “I’m sorry.
“Is this the only person in the room?”
“Yes.”
Bu Eun-sul stared at the faces of the stiffly seated members of the Mubon one by one.
It’s like looking at a bunch of junk lying around.
Some glared at Bu Eunseol viciously, while others bowed their heads without even looking up.
Some wore weapons, while others wore mnemonic devices or even cuirasses, such as bronze armor, or concealed concealment.
“Good.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded in satisfaction, and Hyuk So-jin next to her opened her mouth.
“Good?”
“We all have strong personalities.”
Bu Eun-sul said bluntly.
“Individuality can be a weapon. In the martial arts.”
“It can also be self-defeating, in collective action.”
Ignoring Hyuk So-jin’s protests, Bu Eun-sul stood in front of the members of the Mubon.
At that moment, Zhao Nanchuan, who had been looking at him with a wary eye, gestured to a few of his men.
“Rise and form a line.”
But Bu Eun-sul waved her hand and said, “No.
“You don’t have to stand up.”
Bare white teeth, he smiled.
“Lie down and listen, stand up and listen, but keep your ears open.”
The men’s eyes widened as they heard the words.
She realized that he was not a man of ordinary thoughts.
“It’s a boo-unsul that’s become a master of nothing.”
Sweeping the crew with a solemn glance, Buunsul spoke in a low voice.
“You will leave Mazen with me and go to the Jurim.”
-Yurim? Do you mean Yurim in Seomyeon?
As they looked into each other’s eyes and frowned, Buunsul said.
“It is the command of the Demon Emperor to serve the Mabanmun in the Yulin Forest, to drive them from the land, to kill the Mabanmun Lord, and to spread the majesty of the Demon Emperor.”
The faces of the members of the Movoneers crumpled in response to Bu Eun-sul’s words.
“You expect me to drive over three thousand Mabanmun out of the island city with only this many men?”
“Damn, they want me to just die.”
“Why don’t you just give up on your candidate for successor, and we can go back to our mundane duties.”
At the words of some of the more brash officers, Buun-sul bared his white teeth and laughed.
“You’re doing exactly what I expect you to do, and it’s because you have a nasty mindset.”
For a moment, silence enveloped the stage.
Bu Eun-sul swept her gaze over the members of the Mubon once more and spoke in a low voice.
“Don’t worry. I’ve seen enough of assholes like you who think they’re special, since I was a kid.”
Suddenly, the eyes of the Mubon troopers looked alive.
They just couldn’t integrate with others for various reasons.
They weren’t weak martial artists or unintelligent idiots by any means.
There were even some who didn’t fit in because of their high status.
But Bu Eun-sul, who is only a few years older than him, denies their very existence?
“Lender.”
The lesser Cho Nam-chun advised in a low voice.
“If nothing else, it’s better not to touch their egos.”
“Pride?”
“I know that the Great Lord is the entirety of the Nangyagak, but…… there are those who have special status in the Mubon Dynasty.”
A smiling Zhao Namtian pointed to a young man who kept his head down.
“Over there, the one with the bangs covering his eyes, Yue Tianqing, is the half-brother of the Thousand-Salvation Lord; and over there, the one with the twin swords, Wen Se-men, is the grandson of the Three Secret Masters, who is in charge of the main hall’s organs, if you know what I mean.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
With a cold laugh, Bu Eun-sul said in a low voice.
“What kind of status do you give to the pieces of meat that do my bidding?”
At those words, the eyes of the young man with the twin swords, Wen Se-moon, lit up.
“What did you just say?”
“You heard the man.”
“Hmm, you’re going to catch us like that from the beginning? That’s childish.”
Won Se-moon snorted as he regained his composure.
“Listen,” he said, “I’m only a temporary lender because I’m ordered to be so by the Devil, which means I don’t expect anything from you.”
At that moment, a chill seemed to blow from the stage.
“What’s the point of taking a bunch of guys who aren’t looking forward to it?”
In response to a question from Han So-woong, the man in the back wearing the copper plate armor, Buun-sul replied.
“I told you. I’m taking a piece of meat to do my bidding, and…….”
His eyes radiated cold, and there was an eerie glint of blood in them.
“Don’t make me repeat the same story twice.”
After witnessing the terrifying momentum of the snowfall, the members of the Mubon team had three reactions.
A look of surprise, or a nod of approval.
Or give them the evil eye.
‘After all…….’
Bu Eun-sul memorized the faces of the three categories of reacting officers in her head.
He was deep in thought for a moment, then nodded.
‘So there are few who can be pressed with force.
There are a lot of really good players out there.
What if these were people whose loyalty could be won by a strong show of force?
I would never have been dragged to the stage.
-People have different things they want to hear.
These words were spoken by Shen Yue, a disciple of the Manbat Party whom we had seen in the past.
-And if you tell me that…… I always remember the person who told me that as a good person.
As humans, we all have a strong desire to be recognized by others.
Especially if they’re wild and rebellious.
“You.”
Bu Eun-sul’s finger was pointed at Won Se-moon, the man she’d argued with earlier.
He smiled when she looked up at him.
If force is used, they will not take no for an answer and will turn the tables.
“Do you have anything to say?”
“You carry two swords, so I will call them twin swords from now on.”
“What?”
“And you’re an enabler.”
“Joe, Chief?”
Turning her attention to him, Bu Eunseol pointed to each of the nine men, who wasted no time in giving her a defiant, vicious glare.
“You are the men of the Forward Company. Stand behind your twin swords.”
The glares of the finger-picked crew grew even more grim.
But when Bu Eun-sul’s expression didn’t change, they stood in a line behind Won Se-moon’s back as if they had no choice.
But it’s strange. Wen Se-moon’s expression changed slightly when he was given the title of chief.
Instead of a defiant glare, it’s colored with bewilderment and wonder.
“Why am I the boss?”
“Because out of all the people with dirty personalities, you’re the strongest.”
For a moment, Won Se-moon was speechless and opened his mouth.
“Oh well, whatever.”
He coughed and turned away with a snort.
“But remember well. I’m not doing your bidding, I’m doing the bidding of the Heavenly Emperor!”
He says it, but there’s a faint glimmer of joy in his eyes.
Those who are radical in nature and pride themselves on their martial prowess want a position of power over others.
He is overjoyed when Bu Eunseol recognizes his innocence and puts a cloak on him.
“The radical and the simple are easier.
Bu Eun-sul has as deep an understanding of human behavior as an eighty-year-old man.
I have given the position to Wen Se-moon, who has the rarest temper and the strongest martial prowess, and entrusted him with the management of the rebellious troops, so he will be in charge.
“Bangs.”
He pointed to Wei Tianqing, who was looking at the ground with his long hair covering his eyes.
“From now on, I will call you Bangs, and you are the master of Izo.”
But he just keeps his head down as if he hasn’t heard anything.
“Do you understand?”
“I can’t. Not encouraged.”
Wei Tianqing shook his head.
“I am not as strong in martial arts as Wen Se-Moon.”
“I didn’t choose you because you’re strong, so shut up and take charge.”
He pointed his finger at each of them again.
“And you nine also belong to Izo. Go behind him.”
All of the people Bu Eun-sul pointed to were thin and long-legged.
Suddenly, Yu Tianjing’s eyes flashed with a faint light.
‘Interest is…….’
All of the people Bu Eun-sul mentioned were not only similar in size to Wei Tian-kyung, but also had the same specialties.
They were the ones who were better than everyone else.
“You mean you can tell what he’s learned just by looking at him?