A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 142



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142.

#Who is the brain god (1)

Meanwhile, Jang Yi-seo was locked up in his quarters as Ma-ui had expected.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t a death sentence.

It’s true that he took Dok-ma lightly, but if he thought he would give up here, it means that Dok-ma or Ma-ui took Jang-seo lightly.

Rather, I felt both agreement and interest.

‘You would choose pride over a broad grudge. You really are an amazing person. Well, if you were to come over so easily, you wouldn’t be a legend.’

Everyone has a small amount of success. You have to get used to failure. That way, you can challenge yourself and change the ending after many attempts.

‘He is a man whose pride is stronger than anything else. It is useless to weigh things like today. We must end it before he worries.’

To do that, I first need to find out about Dokma. And I plan to find out from now on.

“Hmm.”

The man lying quietly in front of Jang Yi-seo groaned and raised his upper body.

A broad face with a bald head. A relief-shaped leaf-shaped bud.

Jang Il-seo took care of him during that time.

“You’re awake.”

“Did you bring me… …?”

“It’s a bit much to just leave it behind.”

Yeop-hong shook his head, folded his legs like a nobleman, and spoke.

“Did you enjoy the conversation?”

Since he fainted in the middle, he seemed curious about the rest of the story. Jang-i-seo gave a brief explanation.

“The Dokma said he would teach me the Immortal Dokma technique… … .”

The moment Yeop-hong was startled by this and was about to kneel with his legs crossed.

“I kicked it because of my mistake.”

“… … !”

I fell back down again after hearing that.

The conclusion is that he almost became a laughing adult, but ended up not.

“So that’s what I’m saying.”

Jang Yiseo said with an evil smile.

“Can you tell me more about the Dokmanim? I’m thinking of doing it this time without rejection, just like you said.”

Yeop-hong’s sharp eyes widened.

*

Dokma Yang Daeheon.

He turned 100 this year, and from the time of his death to his death and his current age.

It was the living history of the Demonic Cult that had watched over the Heavenly Horse for three generations.

His appearance was not like that of a man with a sharp forehead and manly charm.

There were two words that represented him.

Self-reliant on children, independent general.

If he didn’t like someone, he would first hit them in the head, regardless of whether they were above or below him. If they were even slightly below his standard, he would consistently ignore them.

His actions were so eccentric that he once hid his identity and wandered around the Central Plains, became friends with a member of the Jeongpa faction, and was imprisoned in Doraok.

However, due to his unique qualities and high status, he was quickly released, and after that, he achieved brilliant achievements and even earned the reputation of Dokma, and rose through the ranks.

Until ‘that incident’ happened.

“That incident?”

“Yes, that very incident that terrified the Cheonmasin Church at the time.”

Gulp. Jang Yi-seo swallowed with excitement on his face.

“What on earth is that incident? Tell me quickly.”

“… … I don’t know.”

“What are you saying?”

“I don’t know either. The previous Heavenly Demon had already declared that incident taboo decades ago. All I know is that many of the leaders lost their lives… … .”

The leaders lost their lives?!

“What on earth is that incident… … . Don’t you know anything more?”

“Anyway, after that, the Lord Dokma suffered a serious internal injury, and his condition worsened.”

My question was put on the back burner again. But the next story was obvious.

Gwangyi took advantage of Dokma’s weakness to demand that he give him Doksan Pavilion, but Dokma refused, considering his ferocious nature, and designated Ma-ui as his successor.

Then, the evil doctor, who held a grudge, harmed the doctors and ran away with the absorption therapy.

‘Then it might not be a chronic disease, but an illness caused by someone else.’

To be honest, from Jang Seo’s perspective, it was a story that he couldn’t help but be very interested in.

I thought I knew everything about the Demonic Cult. But I actually don’t know anything about Dokmana or the incident.

He is of similar age to the Left and Right Lions, and has the skills to rise to the highest level.

In fact, isn’t he the type of person who would be locked in a room and meet his end without anyone knowing?

Even the master of the six elders, the magician.

‘But it wasn’t even mentioned at the time.’

There is clearly something deeper behind it.

It was at a time when Jang-seo was lost in thought and his focus was blurred.

“Come to think of it.”

“hmm?”

When I turned my head, Yeop-hong frowned and muttered softly as if he had vague memories.

“Once upon a time, when the Lord Dokma was in a deep sleep, he said something peculiar.”

“what……?”

“God of Thunder.”

Boom! Thunder struck Jang Yi-seo’s head and it turned white.

Brain God… …?

What is this feeling of closeness that I can feel so strongly?

no way…….

“I asked the elder and he said it was nothing serious… … But now that I think about it, it might have something to do with the Lord Dokmanim’s internal injuries.”

With that, Yeop-hong said that this was all he knew and left.

Jang-seo, left alone in a daze, fell into deep thought.

‘Thunderer…….’

Why is that?

Although the only contact point is the single character ‘thunder’, the three characters of the name keep lingering in my head.

‘Han Moo-young… … .’

The founder of the brainwashing method and the first master to set an example for the disciple-student relationship.

In fact, it was safe to say that I knew nothing about him.

All I know is that he is a person from long ago and that he killed Cheonma.

One thing that struck me was that if he had a nickname, the word “God of Thunder” would have been a perfect fit.

And maybe… … .

‘I guess I’ll have to meet Dokma again.’

Jang Yiseo hardened his eyes, got up, and headed outside.

* * *

The demon that came out of Chammadoong headed straight to where Jang I-seo was staying.

It wasn’t that rushed.

Walk a few steps, stop, walk again, stop again. Repeat this several times.

‘That’s right, I’ll grab the opportunity when it comes. Why bother bargaining for nothing? Tsk! What are you talking about, anonymous disciple!’

It hasn’t been that long since I gave up, but I’m already feeling regretful and frustrated.

You used to act so smart, but now you’re dead and can’t even do anything.

‘Poor guy. You brought this on yourself. So don’t blame anyone else, blame yourself.’

As I was walking with my thoughts in order, I soon arrived at the place where Jang Il-seo was staying.

In his hand he was holding a bottle of liquor that he had brought from his quarters.

I was thinking of giving a drink to comfort the soon-to-be-dead man so he wouldn’t have other thoughts.

But… … .

“Where did it disappear to?”

The guy who should have been dead is nowhere to be found, and the place is empty. Where did the guy I don’t even know at Doksan Pavilion suddenly go…?

“No way, this guy?!”

The magician turned around in surprise.

Towards the Chammadoong that he had walked through.

* * *

– Maga (麻家) Gyeongcheonchae (敬天寨).

Majin-gu and Black Rama-kwon Tak Ha-cheon returned from Chilsogung.

Mysin welcomed them, sitting on a long chair in my room with his chin resting on it.

“They were truly worthless. I don’t think you need to worry, Your Highness.”

Myshin’s fierce gaze softens somewhat at the confident report of the Black Lama Fist.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. They were a bunch of idiots with no loyalty or courage. They were definitely just thieves.”

Myshin stared intently at the Black Rama Fist. Judging from the smile, it wasn’t a lie.

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“Yes, your highness.”

Knock, knock!

He stepped out of the room. Now there was only one thing left.

Unlike the Black Rama Fist, Majingu returned as a defeated soldier with wounds all over his body.

“That’s what the Black Lama Fist says… … Why is the guy who went with you like this?”

“That, that’s Brother… … . I don’t know if those subordinates are just thieves, but that bastard Mao… … Something about him seemed a little different.”

“Changed?”

When Myshin asked with a frown, Jingu answered with tears in his eyes as if his emotions were welling up.

“Yes, bro. This kid suddenly woke up and became incredibly strong.”

“Mao has become stronger? Hehe. Are you asking me to believe that now?”

“Brother, I don’t like to admit it either, right? But. This kid keeps hitting me, and my fists hurt so much. When he gets hit, I see stars. Hehe!”

“Are you saying this after trying to fight properly?”

“Is that a neck pain?”

Marjin-gu raised his head proudly. Myshin nodded with a tired expression. Then he grabbed the wooden chair next to him and spoke.

“Jingoo.”

“Yes, brother.”

Kwajik!

“Eww!”

There was a long scream. Thud. Myshin threw down the broken wooden chair and went outside.

The topic of Mokdari is that Mao has become stronger after getting beaten up a lot.

It’s so absurd that I can’t help but laugh.

Why do I still feel uneasy and anxious even though I know it’s definitely nonsense?

“under…….”

My god, when I get obsessed with something, I can’t even sleep.

I guess it won’t work. I have no choice but to go and check for myself.

My pace was getting faster and faster, and it was the moment I was walking down the hallway.

“Where are you going?”

As he was walking along the ground, a shadow blocked his path.

A middle-aged man whose shadow is straight and unwavering.

The only troublesome being in Mark who can stand in my way.

This is Elder Mail Sung, the head of the Maga family and father.

“I’m going out for a drink.”

Mysin glanced at me with clouded eyes and then started walking again.

Then, s …

The warriors who had been hiding like shadows behind the mile gate suddenly fill the street.

“What’s going on?”

“Go back.”

“I’ll be back soon. It won’t take long.”

Mysin’s eyes turned to Mysin’s hand. It was covered in blood. Mysin finally looked at her hand and said, brushing back her bangs.

“It’s discipline. Discipline for the younger brothers as an older brother.”

“As of today, you are prohibited from going outside. I’m sure you know why.”

Flames rise into Mysin’s eyes. Why? What reason?

The pupils move half an inch to the side.

Then, the Black Lama Fist was seen turning its head awkwardly.

“Are you saying you’re banning me from entering just because I used a knife once?”

Myshin approached me with the corners of his mouth raised like a crazy person. Then he stood in front of Mylesung and lifted his chin.

A chilling murder that makes you swallow your saliva.

However, no matter how crazy Mysin he is, his opponent is the head of the elders’ council and the one who holds the real power in the Demonic Cult.

“I don’t care that the old man was injured or that you got involved with those lowly assassins. I’m not a bad guy.”

“What’s wrong with the master moving the servant of Mark?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

Miles came closer as if he found it ridiculous. Then he whispered in my ear.

“Aren’t you the owner of this place yet?”

“… … !”

“For the time being, focus on your training. The showdown is not far away. At least, if you are my successor, you should not be humiliated by the likes of the Seven Princes.”

Miles grinned and took a paw. Then Mysin clenched her teeth and trembled.

A surge of anger rises.

What can I do? Mark is a place that moves only by the master’s command. And for now, he is the master of this house.

“If you wish so… … I will show you. I will show not only my father but also the whole world. How the successor of the Maga clan suppresses the Venerable One of Heavenly Horse. Is that enough?”

“Haha.”

A faint smile appeared in Miles’ eyes.

and.

Crack!

Myshin’s face turned bright red as he turned around.

‘father……?’