A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 1



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The mission has been assigned.

Make the seven princes, who are the losers, into the little cult leaders.

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The Spy’s Life in the Demonic Cult / Dae Eun Ho

1.

#age of spies

19 years ago, Kang-ho was in dire straits.

In the war without justice, called the “Jeongsamajeon” (the war between good and evil), sword fights were frequent and numerous families were wiped out.

On top of that, there was a famine, and bandits were running rampant everywhere.

Some called it the Dark Ages and others predicted destruction.

But when there is night, there is day, and just as flowers that wither in winter bloom in spring.

A miracle happened.

The leader of the martial arts world, Hyeon-Cheong, the leader of the Sado League, Tak Il-Jo, and the horse of heaven, Jin Woo-Gwang.

The three absolute beings gathered in Cheonsan and declared an era of harmony and exchange.

So Kang-ho put down the sword he was aiming at and held his hand. The boundary line collapsed, and they joined forces to focus on recovery.

Yesterday’s enemy became today’s friend, and peace was finally restored.

And 19 years passed.

The current Kangho has overcome the pain and entered his prime again.

The three factions, Jeong, Sa, and Ma, were stronger and more powerful than ever.

But there was one thing that was overlooked.

The visible blade has disappeared, but countless spies have infiltrated each other’s shadows.

So we said today like this.

This is the age of spies.

* * *

– Cheonsan.

Boom! The wooden door fell apart with a loud crunching noise from the kick.

The guy who woke up from his sleep looked around with a blank expression, and I pointed to the front and gave an order.

“Follow me.”

John! The masked men entered the house as shadows spread out in all directions with a shout from behind.

“What are you doing now!”

“Are you coming to your senses now?”

“Does this guy know who I am and dare to do something like this at the crack of dawn?”

It’s not worth saying more. Thump. I took out a nameplate from my bosom and threw it on the floor. The words engraved on the red jade were “防諜”.

A room to block (防). A spy to spy (諜).

“Whew!”

Yes, that’s right. A spy-catching ghost.

I am Jang In-seo, the third division commander of the counterintelligence unit.

I’m twenty-eight this year, the year of the dog. I’m still single.

He is an extremely ordinary martial artist with an ordinary appearance and a love for power who works hard to earn a living.

Oh, of course.

“May the Heavenly Demon Lord be blessed!”

The organization I’m part of is a bit special.

The guy bowed down politely, held up the nameplate, and shouted a command. It was only natural that he would do so after seeing the anti-espionage badge that the leader had given him.

What you are thinking right now is correct.

Cheonmasingyo (Heavenly Demon Religion).

“Take a rest.”

“Take a break!”

A secretive martial arts religious group located in Cheonsan.

Yes, I belong to the Demonic Cult.

And there is one reason why I came here today.

“Military Supply Corps Unit Commander, 5th Grade Yongwoo. I have come to you after receiving a tip. Please cooperate.”

I passed the thoughtful guy and spoke with some weight.

In terms of rank, he is two levels above me. But I am the living chariot of power. The grim reaper of spies. I am Jang Seo, the third division chief of the counterintelligence unit under the cult leader.

And again, I like power.

“Hey, you snitches! Listen, I’m not a spy!”

“Hey… … ?”

“Aren’t you a 7th-grade ghost? I’m a 5th-grade ghost! Even if you’re in the counterintelligence unit, you have to keep an eye on your superiors and subordinates. I’ll raise an objection right away… … .”

“Where is the dog barking?”

“what?”

I looked around nervously. I could see my subordinates opening each and every one of the boxes and searching through them carefully. Are these guys excavating cultural assets?

“So when are you going to find it? Are you going to sleep over? Aren’t you going to search it thoroughly?!”

Yes! Boom! The men began to roughly smash the furniture, shouting in a tense tone.

“Hey hey hey! That’s my favorite porcelain… … No!”

Chaeng-grang! Yes, that’s the sound. The sound that makes you lose your mind. Yong-woo appeals with tearful eyes as he looks to the side with the corners of his lips raised.

“Man… … . Why are you doing this to me?”

Yeah. That’s how it should be. I clicked my tongue at the guy who was laughing disgustingly, and snatched the card he was holding tightly.

“If you’re innocent, cooperate. Then it’ll be over quickly.”

“I don’t know what it is, but you’ve come here wrong. No one follows the doctrine as much as I do, so how can you call me a spy?”

“If you admit it, does that make you a spy? Whether you push evidence in front of your eyes or put a knife in your throat. Even after death, denying it makes you a spy.”

“I really didn’t do anything like being a spy. Could it be… … that I stole some military supplies? That’s customary… … Oh, I understand. I’ll give you all of mine. They’re in the basement, so please… … look after them.”

Pup. You’re so desperate, you’re just slurping. Ugh. I bit my lip and whispered in his ear.

“I wonder how you ended up like this?”

“Please tell me. Why are you doing this to me? I feel so wronged. I am proud to say that I have lived for my school more than anyone else.”

Yeah, that’s the problem, I said, scratching my forehead in irritation.

“You went to Yangyang two weeks ago and raped a woman, didn’t you?”

“That, that!”

“I went to Hubei a while ago and raided the upper part. Did I kill thirteen people then? I think?”

“No… … That’s… … !”

The guy said with a dumbfounded expression.

“Isn’t that something everyone does? Why are you asking that again?”

Is it hard for you.

“We received a tip that those people were from the Murim Alliance. You, the spy, approached them to make contact.”

“No, what the f*ck! What kind of crazy spy b*tch would kill and rape a contact!”

“Well, that might be your wicked tactic to allay suspicion. Spies are sophisticated these days.”

“Are you kidding me? Who are you? Who the hell would have told you such nonsense!”

Are you curious? That’s me.

“I found it! It’s a secret letter with the seal of the Murim Alliance.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

Yongwoo screamed in frustration. But it’s not up to you to decide what’s right and what’s wrong.

“good.”

I nodded and took a book out of my pocket.

“5th-grade ghost Yongwoo. Judging from the secret documents found at the scene, he is believed to be a spy from the Murim Alliance.”

“Not me! No, you little shits!”

Ta-da-da-dak! The guy runs out the front door naked. Chuck. I close the school paper.

“The kid didn’t read it all… … .”

But I also know that you are not a spy. If you are not a demonic cult member, who else would be a demonic cult member?

okay.

The spy is not you.

The spy is me.

“The head of the third division of the counterintelligence unit, Jang Seo. According to the doctrine, spies who escape are to be killed immediately.”

As soon as I finished speaking, I turned around and threw away the white dagger with only a blade hidden in my wrist.

Wedge!

Then, a white beam of light shot out like lightning, and bang! It pierced right through my head.

“Break.”

Yongwoo falls forward without even being able to get through the door, screaming at the end.

Gulp. And the subordinates swallow dry saliva at the cruelty.

I said as I grabbed the iron string that ran from the tip of the raindrop to my wrist and pulled it back.

“I’m back.”

“Your name!”

My name is Jang I-seo.

He is the third division leader of the Demonic Cult’s Counterintelligence Unit, which purges spies within the school… … .

‘Yongwoo. I’ll use the money you saved for my own benefit.’

He is a spy from the Murim Alliance.

*

Somewhere in Cheonsan.

After completing my mission, when the sun was starting to set, I stopped in front of a ruined house that was collapsing on the edge of a cliff on the side of a mountain.

Caw, caw.

You may wonder who lives in this place where crows greet you, but it is me, Jang I-seo.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

As I looked ahead and spoke calmly, a black giant came from behind pulling a cart and stood next to me.

The guy’s name is Heukgeo.

He was originally a black slave from a foreign country who joined the Demonic Cult, but I took notice of him and selected him as a member.

If you pay a reasonable price, you can do a great job.

Clank. I threw the heavy sack.

“Thank you, Captain.”

That’s informal speech. I lightly nod to the boy who is still not good at speaking, and he puts down the cart and turns back.

If you go down from here for half a day, there is a small village at the foot of the mountain. The Blacks live there. Most of them are believers. There are very few people like me who live alone and isolated.

Or some crazy bastard who practices magic.

Or a kid like me who has a lot to hide.

Creak.

I opened the wooden door, which had a weak lock, very carefully.

On the outside, it looks like a shabby place where you wouldn’t even notice if a thief came in or left, but it has its own special devices installed.

First of all, the hair caught between the cracks in the door.

I carefully open it and first check the location I have decided on with my index finger.

there is.

Then that means no one has entered through this door.

After opening the door wide to secure an exit, I went inside. Then I looked around silently. I checked the location of the table. I checked the wrinkles in the crumpled carpet. I checked the spider webs on the window.

Everything is the same.

Only then did I take a shallow breath and come in with the cart.

As soon as I pulled back the cloth covering the cart, a bright yellow light struck my eyes. It was gold bars. And a whole bunch of them.

“You little brat. You’ve eaten a lot.”

The corners of his mouth were quivering. It was the slush funds that Yongwoo had been saving up. This time, too, he had chosen his prey well.

I let out a sigh, lightly unbuckled the armour containing the sword, and collapsed on the bed.

It’s already been 14 years since I came here hiding in Cheonsan.

Now, it’s even vague what kind of place the Murim Alliance was.

No, honestly, the fact that he was a spy from the Murim Alliance was also unfamiliar to me.

It was natural.

Because we’ve lost contact completely since I entered this demonic cult.

Thump, thump, thump.

If it weren’t for the loneliness that parasitized this heart, I might have lived in complete oblivion.

“Could it be that they’re all dead?”

My head tilts involuntarily. No way. What kind of people are they?

Those who sent me here were the highest ranking people within the Murim Alliance.

A secret organization formed 19 years ago by the leader and a small number of leaders to prepare for the future after the peace agreement.

It is called the dark pavilion.

I was a special agent who had undergone training more brutal than hell and was deployed.

Under the condition that only one mission is solved.

“But why don’t they have a mission? Are these kids doing this on purpose?”

Plague. I don’t know. There was a time when I was crazy about justice, but now I’m a pessimist. I often think that it wouldn’t be bad to just keep living like this.

“It’s hard to catch the worst guys in the world. The treatment here is good. You don’t have to train, and no one gives a shit. You make a lot of money.”

I feel better when I glance at the cart with my head held high. After all, my only family member is my younger brother, and he entered a good school as a condition for my coming here and is living a rosy life.

So, to me, this is… … .

Pot!

I sat up without a sound. Then I grabbed the dagger that was on the shelf. I heard a sound outside. My steps were as light as a feather and refined. I was a master. But no one could escape my sensitive senses.

It’s unlikely that you came at this time with good intentions.

I drew my dagger without making a sound, closed my eyes, and concentrated. Where? Up!

Papat!

I jumped up straight, stepped on the closet, and bounced back up to the ceiling. Soon, I grabbed the wooden beams supporting the roof, spun around, and kicked them, breaking the roof as I flew up.

puck!

That’s right. No, you blocked it?

After landing, when he tried to check on his opponent, the masked man lightly blocked a part of his sword with his scabbard and kicked away a piece of broken wood, sending it flying like a secret weapon.

“This kid.”

I tried to dodge it by spinning back, and at the same time, I tried to throw the dagger hidden in my wrist. But.

‘Damn it, it’s not there?!’

The memory of releasing the drum came to mind belatedly. Soon, I landed on my back, fell to my knees, and looked forward, only to find that the masked man had already disappeared.

“… …Who is it? It’s not an ordinary skill. At least it’s at the level of a clan leader.”

When I looked down, I saw a shallow cut on my forearm. The wooden fragments I kicked were fake. I swung my sword through them. If I hadn’t struck with the back of my hand while spinning, I would have been stabbed in the neck.

“If you look at what I’m saying, you probably didn’t come here to kill me. Did you come here to test my skills?”

At that time, I was tilting my head in bewilderment.

Something unfamiliar came into view on the roof. A letter stuck in the rain.

【Pagoda】

“This, this is!”

It’s been 14 years since I entered the Demonic Cult.

Finally, a single mission was given to me, the spy.

【Make the Seven Princes into little cult leaders.】

“The Seven Princes… … ?!”

That’s a fucking mission that’s absolutely impossible to accomplish.

“That kid… … He’s a loser who even his leader abandoned!”

Oh my, this is crazy!

“Eww!”

Jang Seo, an agent of the Murim Alliance’s rock carvings.

The Seven Princes of Mangnani, making a little cult leader.

It’s a beginning.