Chapter 203

At that moment, all the members of the Mu Bon Corps behind Bu Eunseol shivered slightly.
Bu Eun-sul, a candidate for successor, is willing to take on the status of a full-fledged godfather…….
Isn’t that tantamount to asking for the recognition of the unwritten canon as canon?
“…….”
After glancing down at Bu Eunsun, Ma Tianqi turned his head and nodded lightly to Ip Man.
Then, Qin Shui and Shibi, who were standing behind Ip Hyo Chun, slowly descended the platform carrying a box.
Eventually, Jinxue walked over to Bu Eunseol and opened the box the siblings had handed her.
Duck.
There, a plaque of red porcelain glittered in the sunlight, with the word “death” inscribed in the center.
Bu Eunseol’s heart sank as she gazed at the plaque.
No matter how powerful and martial a Demon Emperor is, he cannot create a plaque like this in a single sitting.
In other words, Ma Tianze had predicted that Bu Eun-sul, having succeeded in his mission, would demand to be made the official master of the dance hall.
“It’s either one or the other.
Bu Eun-sul thought.
Either the devil knows and predicts everything about him…… or there was someone who reported on Bu Eun-sul’s travels down the river.
“It doesn’t matter.
Bu Eun-sul erased the thought.
Now is not the time to think about these things.
The untrained troops with the heat on their backs. No, you must embrace their aspirations with both hands.
Looking down at Bu Eunseol, Ma Tianze said.
“They say you destroyed the Mavanmoon in stealth and silence.”
The Mubon, who defeated Mabanmun’s elite in one fell swoop, yet remained unrecognized.
Rumors circulated in the Wulin that the Mazen sent “shadows of death by stealth.
As the name spread, the Emperor gave it the name of the Death Guard.
“Nangyagak, Disciple Buunsul.”
Ma Tianze looked down at Bu Eunsun and spoke in a low voice.
“For your handling of Mabanmun, I am appointing you to the third rank of squadron master of the main hall.”
A sneer crossed the lips of the masters of the city.
-I see you’re a third-class squadron.
The squadrons of Mazen are divided into first through third ranks.
First-level squadrons follow only the orders of their immediate superiors and can go on solo missions if they choose.
Second-class squadrons have some say and discretion in the execution of their missions. Third-class squadrons must strictly obey and carry out orders from above.
“However, while I am working on my duties regarding successor candidates…….”
At that moment, Ma Tianze followed suit and spoke up.
“I will allow you to go on a solo mission at my discretion.”
At that moment, the eyes of the municipal lenders widened.
This was because the horse was only a third-ranked squadron, which effectively gave Bu Eunseul the authority of a first-ranked squadron.
-That’s a bloodbath on a solo mission?
-You said it was only about successor candidates.
-Ah, I see, you’re going to get vomited on if you don’t succeed.
Lenders may or may not be swooning,
“I accept your order.”
Bowing her head, Bu Eunseul respectfully accepted the plaque.
* * *
A few days later, inside Mazen.
In strict formation, a dozen or so warriors marched toward the center of the battlefield.
The word “sect” is inscribed on his back, and he wears a scabbard and sword with red lines around his waist.
They were the members of the Death Squad.
Jumbled.
But there was a group of thirty men approaching from the opposite direction of the path.
He is dressed in luxurious robes that glisten with light, but his weapons are of various kinds.
Some of the men are far too free-wheeling to be the mercenaries they once were, chatting with the men next to them.
This is unthinkable in a majeon that emphasizes solemnity and theft.
They were the soldiers under Bu Eunseol.
-It doesn’t matter what you do, as long as it doesn’t break the syntax.
Bu Eun-sul, who had entered earlier, commanded them.
-Your individuality is your weapon, and it will be my strength.
Bu Eun-sul recognized them as full members, but also recognized their individuality.
The company realized that its employees do their best work when they are free to be themselves.
Perhaps these are small commands. But they obeyed them as if they were great commands.
Soon, they became loyal subordinates, scrupulously carrying out Bu Eun-sul’s orders.
“Funny bastards.”
When he saw them walking like a gang, not even in formation, he said in a low voice, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
“You’re so lucky to be a full-fledged member of the army, you’re wearing nothing.”
The members of the Fourth Army are not only deep thinkers, but they also have keen ears.
It’s hard not to hear the low voice, but it’s hard not to hear the vibrations.
“No, who are you, are you not the Supreme Lord?”
“What?”
Won Se-moon, who had been walking stiffly at the front of the line, waved his hands playfully, and the vibration of the curve caught my eye.
“Are you insane?”
“You?”
“How dare you prank my master on the subject of the Great One?”
Then, Cho Nam-chun, who was next to me, smirked.
“I guess he doesn’t like to be greeted by his masters.”
“What?”
“All Won Se-moon did was welcome the lord with open hands, didn’t he?”
“You mean with a smirk on your face?”
“No, you’re supposed to smile. Do you mean I should cry and greet my lender?”
“Hmm.”
At a loss for words for a moment, Curved Vibration smirked as if he’d remembered something.
“It’s the only time to be cocky.”
“What do you mean?”
“You say you’ve been appointed as the official overlord, but in reality you’re still in the position of successor-in-waiting, so if your overlord goes from successor-in-waiting to overlord……, you’re back to being a nobody. Hmph.”
Although he is the official lord of the realm, Bu Eunseol only gained his position through his status as a candidate for successor.
In other words, it’s a position earned by choice, by ignoring the organizational structure.
Didn’t they even limit the ability to perform solo missions to successor candidate missions?
What if Bu Eun-sul is not able to succeed him in the future? The Saeyoungdae could be on the back burner again.
“He’s not worried about anything.”
Then Wei Tianqing, her bangs covered, swept by Curious Dong’s side and said.
“My lord is the legitimate heir to the Order of the Ten Doors without being the heir to the main hall. You should be concerned with preserving your position, Lord Gog.”
“Preservation? You’re a dumbass…….”
“We’re not a dance troupe, we’re a private band. We’re song masters.”
Behind his bangs, a lightning bolt flashed from his eyes.
“Surely you didn’t fail to see that the Great Lord received a plaque of honor a few days ago…… or are you rejecting the title bestowed upon you by the Heavenly Emperor?”
At Wei Tianqing’s words, Curious Dong’s complexion turned black and he shook his head.
“No, I never meant that.”
The name was given to the Fourth Order by the Emperor himself.
If word of your disregard were to reach the criminal courts, you could be punished for blasphemy.
“What the lender just said was a mistake. Forget it.”
A cold sweat rolled down his face, and Cao Nanchuan smiled and politely clasped his hands together.
“Maybe it’s time for you to pay attention to the front of the line.”
He smirked and turned around, and the rest of the crew followed suit, chuckling hysterically.
-hhhhh!
As they turned, their lips curled into a grin.
-I can’t believe I’m going to be able to punch that goddamned despot.
-You’ve got to go out and see the world!
-We’re angry at you. Because we’re under the same boss.
A crew that was always despised.
The old bastardized master of the world can’t even have a seizure when he’s facing the music?
-Hahahaha!
They were basking in their newfound stature.
* * *
There are many squadrons in Mazen, each with different status and treatment.
For example, each member of the three greatest squadrons of the war, the Heavenly, Dark Heaven, and Immortal, is assigned a shibi who is responsible for their own private quarters and meals.
In the case of terminal subletting, you will use the shared dormitory built beforehand, and meals will be served in the communal dining room.
From that point of view, the private army was treated quite well.
The private troops were provided with their own quarters, and in front of them was a small training ground and a small office for Bueunseol.
“You’ve got to be good at walking the line.”
As he watched the workers carefully replace the flagellum, Zhao Namtian exclaimed in admiration.
“This is the kind of treatment you deserve, since you were personally appointed by the Heavenly Emperor.”
Then, standing next to him, Lord Wei Tian shook his head.
“But that’s strange, usually when you create a new squadron, they give you a new building, so why did they give you the one that Ma Ying’s squadron used?”
After stroking his chin for a moment, Zhao Namtian said with a serious expression.
“After all, the master is the heir to the throne, and by then our status will be different again, so this is just a temporary arrangement.”
Instead of answering, Yu Tianqing smiled.
In fact, he believed it.
That they will be the heirs of their masters. And that they, too, will be able to spread their wings and soar even higher.
“Heck, why don’t we just sing a song in praise of the Overlord.”
Won Se-moon snorted as he led his troops in a martial arts drill on the training grounds.
“Actually, you’re not wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
Wen frowned at Zhao Nanchuan’s question.
“If the owner were to fail as a candidate for successor, would he remain the old owner? Of course he would return to Nangyagak.”
Then Zhao’s face darkened.
Although he is the master of the temple, Bu Eun-sul is only the legitimate heir to Nanyagak. If he fails to become the heir, there is no reason for him to remain in the maze.
“Wen Se-moon. You still haven’t gotten rid of that half-bone temperament.”
As he watched, Wei Tianqing sighed,
Squeak.
The door to the office opened, and Bu Eun-sul and Hyuk So-jin stepped out.
Then Zhao Namtian and Wei Tianqing put their hands together to say yes,
“Lender. Are you here?”
Before he knew it, Wen Se-moon had run up to him and clasped his hands together.
“We’ve trained them all in the art, and we’ve trained them in full combat drills.”
“Good job.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded, and Won Se-moon rubbed his clasped hands together vigorously.
“Hard work. Isn’t that what our overlord and I are trying to do to make things work, ha ha ha!”
-that crazy guy…….
As they watched, Zhao Nanchuan and Wei Tianqing’s eyes darkened rapidly.
One minute you’re criticizing Buunsul for his unclear future, and the next you’re groveling like you’re going to mop his feet.
“You’re wrong. You’re wrong. I was just saying that the overlord is looking for a successor to…….”
Han So-woong, who had already approached, opened his mouth with a disgruntled expression,
“Shut up!”
Won used his nimble hands to stretch Han So-woong’s cheeks from side to side, stretching them as hard as he could.
“Lenders have big things ahead. Don’t disturb him with useless words!”
“…….”
His brazen demeanor darkened the faces of all the crew, not just the captains.
Tut-tut-tut.
Just then, an unmanned man in black slowly approached the swollen snow and clasped his hands together.
“Unmanned Weiqiang, from the Dao Ming Pavilion, sees the master.”
“What’s going on.”
“All the candidates for successor have gathered, and this is a messenger from the Vice-Lord, inviting you to join us at the Dao Ming Hall.”
“I see.”
Nodding, Bu Eunseol pulled out a bier from her bosom and held it out to Wen Se-moon.
“What is this?”
“They are the mage masters of the Immortal Realm. They must be at the forefront of the battle.”
“You mean you’ve been using non-payroll again?”
When Won Se-moon smiled, Bu Eun-sul said coldly.
“You don’t have to like it. Anyone who hasn’t accomplished this martial art in a month won’t be able to become a private soldier.”
The Iljo crew’s faces hardened as they stared at Bueunseol, who had been relaxed for a moment.
-If you can’t master this martial art to the level of Samsung or higher within a month, I will revoke your status as a private soldier.
This is what Bu Eun-sul is saying.
“I’m going to Dokmingak, so you’d better start learning now.”
Then he and Hyuksojin followed the muin of Dokmyeonggak out of the palace.
There was a deathly silence.
The men’s eyes, which had been filled with smiles, were now burning hot again.
Buunsul didn’t just offer sweet perks to private soldiers.
He made it clear that only those who refused to rest on their laurels and kept striving would be able to stay in the private army.
The relentless pursuer.
Only such a one can stand by the side of the Boonsun.
Jumbled.
Bu Eun-sul and Hyuk So-jin were following the guide of the Dokmyeong Pavilion’s martial artist past the former hall, heading for the heart of the Demon King.
-Candidates to succeed the old man should come to the temple by the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Not long ago, the name of Ip Hyo Chun, the “King of Darkness” among the Seven Evil Gods, fell.
And to fulfill that solemn command, all of the candidates to succeed him have been gathered together.
“Brother. Did you hear the story?”
Hyuk Sojin, walking beside him, said in a low voice.
“This time, the heirs to the White Horse, the Hellblood, and the Commanding Gate have been told that their successors are out of the running.”
This shouldn’t come as a surprise.
All three schools attacked Bu Eun-sul and all three suffered bitterly.
In short, the plans of the three factions to overpower the majority were thwarted in quick succession.
Perhaps in the past, such failures would have been recognized as a sign of weakness and eliminated from consideration.
“I see.”
Nodding, Buunseol walked forward, and a half-moon-shaped frontal plane slowly appeared in front of him.
Reading angle.
It was here that you first met the Grand Preceptor and received your orders to deal with the Cause.
He is now the official master of the Mazen and has returned to the Dokming Palace.
And there’s……
False positive, blood salinity.
Extremely Lethal Chamber, Doomed Palace.
It’s a who’s who of potential successors to Bu Eun-sul in the future.