A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 143



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143.

#Who is the brain god (2)

“What are you doing!”

Mysin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glared. Then Mylesung changed his smiling face and spoke with his hands behind his back.

“You dared to insult the Supreme Being in this place where you should revere the Heavens. Be thankful that it ended with a mere slap in the face.”

Bloodshot eyes. Are you telling me to worship Mao as if he were heaven?

“one…….”

But then, slow but meaningful words came out of Miles’ mouth.

“If you’re so confident, show me.”

“… … What do you mean?”

“I will open the doors of Gyeongcheonchae wide that day. Many people will come. Prove it to them.”

Ha. A hollow laugh escapes Myshin’s mouth. So that’s what it was all about? In the end, you must have been acting hypocritical while still having the same true feelings. Tiresome politics.

Mysin nodded, clenching his teeth, and turned around.

“This father trusts you.”

Then, I heard Myles’ affectionate voice from behind.

What does this mean? Never disappoint. Show your worth in the showdown with Mao.

Mysin answered, forcing the corners of her lips upward.

“Don’t worry. Can there be a younger brother as good as your older brother?”

Then I thought as I walked back the way I came.

‘Mao… … . How dare you rush in without even knowing your place. I’ll show you. There is a wall you cannot overcome no matter how hard you try. Never look at me again. Never walk again. I’ll make it so.’

Ppattuk. Mysin gritted his teeth, looking forward to the day they would meet again. With anger in his heart that would chew up even the bones.

And the elder Miles is… … .

‘Is this a good thing?’

He watched this from behind and smiled with satisfaction.

There is no other reason.

Just because it’s been a long time since I’ve seen my son Mysin so genuinely angry.

If other parents were to try to reconcile their siblings when they had a big fight, he would, but he was an elder in the Demonic Cult.

The very thoughts in my head were different.

Anger is a great nutrient that can add weight to your perspective on the world.

Thinking about Mysin, who had become infinitely lighter after Cheonmugi became the Grand Duke, I thought that for the first time, Mao had broken away from being a livestock and done something humane.

Of course, there were no further expectations.

How long will a rotten leaf grow? It won’t bear fruit anyway, so if it can be of some help to my brother, that’s enough for me.

There is about a month left until the promised date.

There was no chance of Mao winning in the first place, but if Maishin focuses on training, it becomes even less likely.

Because it was once the best review index and my bloodline has produced geniuses for generations.

Miles turned around with a leisurely smile.

* * *

– Wolha Village Chilsogung.

Meanwhile, an ambitious vision… … .

“Hey, Guyu. Why are you covering your eyes? What are you talking about? Gwapyeong! Do you understand?”

Mao was moving forward, groping with his hands, his eyes covered by a tightly tied rag.

This happened at the suggestion of the signal officer, Guyu, while Changryong was worried about not making any progress in his training.

“Where is everyone?”

The place they arrived at was a smokescreen made by Yongtae’s Black Dragon Workshop by pulling out trees and placing stone slabs on top of them.

It’s a hot place that hasn’t even opened yet.

But, he suddenly calls me here in the middle of the night, covers my eyes, and doesn’t respond at all.

Rather, it was strangely quiet. Not a single bug sounded.

“Hey, I said I’m going to drink with Yongtae’s kids today. Hey!”

That moment when you tilt your head in wonder.

Wedge, bang!

“100 million!”

Suddenly, a fist was stuck in my stomach. Naturally, my back bent and a hand was placed on my stomach.

“Oh, crazy… … what kind of kid is that… … ugh!”

The moment I was about to throw away the rag, I felt another sharp blow to my side.

“Hey, you crazy bastards! Ugh, ugh!”

And then the ceaseless pounding continued.

This is literally at the level of trying to catch them.

In the midst of my confusion, Gu Yu’s voice flowed in softly from somewhere.

“The way to develop mental strength is simple. Get closer to death by having it right next to you.”

This is the unique training method of Guyu that will develop your mental power as an attribute. It is the Death Game.

“If you can’t avoid it… … enjoy it.”

“Speak Korean, you son of a bitch! Aaaah! Help me!”

Mao’s training was in full swing today too.

* * *

– Gwiseonggok Doksangak Chammadong.

Creak, thud!

Late at night when no one is looking.

An uninvited guest showed up at Chammadoong.

His name is Jang Seo. He came here again to meet Dokma.

“Ehhhhhhhh!”

“Hehehehe!”

The laughter of the photons echoed as if welcoming him.

These people seem to be non-stop, day and night. Even a sane person would go crazy if they heard this every day, but Dokma has been locked up with these people for decades.

Why on earth? Because someone locked him up? That can’t be the case. If that were the case, the magicians and doctors wouldn’t be treating him so kindly.

No matter how you look at it, this must have been closer to self-imposed detention.

But why on earth? What on earth happened that made you punish yourself so harshly?

‘That incident. And the brain god… … .’

Jang had a feeling that the answer must lie somewhere among them, and he intended to confront it himself to find out.

dripping.

Jang Yi-seo finally reached Dokma’s residence and knocked on the door cautiously.

One is quiet. Is he sleeping? Right then.

“Ugh… … .”

The groans of the poisonous snake echoed loudly inside the house.

Then Jang-seo opened the door without hesitation and entered.

“Are you okay… … .”

And the moment he stepped inside, Jang had to doubt his eyes.

“how……?”

I don’t know how it might look to other people, but it was clearly visible to him.

The thunderous energy writhing inside the body of Dokma, who was lying in bed and suffering in pain.

Dismissed!

That was definitely… …brainwashing!

*

Dokma, who had fallen into a deep sleep, was plagued by nightmares again today.

Kwakwakwakwang!

A dark night with pouring rain. Lightning striking from all directions.

The valley was dyed red and corpses were strewn everywhere.

The poison horse chased after him, not wanting to miss him, and finally met him under the moonlight at the edge of a cliff.

The person responsible for appearing in the Cheonmasin Church without a sound, assassinating its leaders, and spreading terror throughout Cheonsan.

The absolute best killer of the white mask.

Thunder God.

That’s exactly it.

Kwakwakwakwang!

“Huh!”

With the sound of thunder, Dokma’s eyes widened and he sat up.

Cold sweat ran down his skinny body, and when he turned his head, his expression became distorted like a grim reaper.

“Why did you… … .”

Because someone who shouldn’t be there was standing in my house with his back against the wall.

That insolent bastard who dared to bargain with me.

This is Jang Seo, the assistant of the Seven Princes.

“Looking at your strange appearance… … I don’t think you came to me to ask for help now… … .”

A hint of arsenic appeared at the corner of Dokma’s mouth.

“Hehehe… … Are you here to threaten me or something?”

A truly absurd situation.

But that was also a part that made me nod my head.

What could be more common in our school?

When cornered, it’s common to use a knife first. When my life hangs on the edge of a cliff, what can’t I do? This is the real Mine.

I didn’t think he was that bad of a guy, but he really was no different from that guy in the broad sense.

A guy who is extremely talented but sinister.

“You don’t even understand my will… … You can kill me easily. However… … You won’t get anything out of it. You won’t even be able to vent your anger… … I’ll laugh at you and mock you until the moment I die. Heh. So… … Do whatever you want with it.”

It’s not a lie. Even if a knife is put to the throat of a poisonous person, he will still laugh and face death.

Aren’t you still smiling so brightly?

But.

“Who is the brain god?”

Jang Yi-seo’s sudden question embarrassed Dok-ma, who maintained his composure even in the face of death.

“Yeah, where did you get that… …?”

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

Jang Yiseo’s calm gaze turned to Dokma’s upturned sleeve. The scars were revealed as if dozens of lightning bolts were tattooed on it.

“I know this is rude, but I briefly looked at Dokmanim’s body. The thunder was seething. Is this the aftereffect of being hit by the god of thunder?”

As soon as Dok-ma heard this, he shook his hand and rolled up his sleeve. Did he feel my pulse while I was sleeping? What an insolent bastard… … .

He shouted with a dark glare.

“You don’t even know the topic and you’re just talking nonsense!”

Gooooooo!

An overwhelming murderous aura that makes your skin tingle. Despite having no internal energy left due to internal injuries, it is truly incredible.

But Jang Seo didn’t have the intention to push him this far from the beginning. After all, if he was hit by the Brain God, he must have been an enemy.

Even though it was the reason he had come to see me, he tried not to say anything out loud. Until he saw his face.

“Why were you crying while holding the brain in your mouth?”

“what……?”

Dokma slowly raised his bony hand with a blank expression and patted the corner of his eye.

Moisture that has not yet dried. And eyes that feel deep longing rather than resentment.

This was it.

The reason why Jang Seo had no choice but to ask openly. So he asked a little more.

“That guy called Brain God. Was his name… Muyeong?”

Kwaang! Thunder exploded in Dokma’s mind.

And at the same time, there was a loud banging on the iron door and shouting from outside.

He broke the organ!

The Master is in danger! Break down the door right now!

yes!

Dokma looked out the window with a blank look. Jang I-seo said calmly.

“You’re here earlier than I thought. But you won’t be able to get in right away. The door is sturdier than I thought. I guess it’s a precaution in case the madmen are released.”

I’m telling you not to even think about letting it go.

“Please tell me. Who is the Brain God? What on earth happened?”

“… … Who are you? How can you… … . How do you know that name?”

The white eyes of the poisonous horse are filled with confusion.

It was natural.

Because even the elders of the time did not know the true name of the Brain God, Muyeong.

Jang-i Seo remained silent, staring blankly at the poisonous snake.

I haven’t seen him for long, but I’ve already experienced his stubbornness. You’ll never find out the truth through flimsy lies or words.

How much should I reveal? No, is it okay to reveal it?

Something you should never do if you look at the situation with your head.

one.

『Thunderbolt Method』

Jang’s intuition told him that now was the time to make a bold move.

“hmm……?”

Dismissed!

A black aura rippled from the tip of his raised finger.

“no……!”

The poisonous horse’s mouth opens.

Boom! Boom!

Meanwhile, outside, the noise of someone busily breaking down an iron gate can be heard.

“I think it’s time for us to be honest with each other. If you answer my question, I’ll tell you something too.”

The poisonous horse’s lips tremble.

What the hell is this guy… … .

After a while, his sincere voice flowed out, without a hint of falsehood.

“The Brain God… … was the faceless assassin that everyone in the school feared.”

“A faceless killer?”

“A person whose name and identity we don’t know… … who left behind a lightning-like scar on the bodies of the leaders who died in silence… … That’s why we called him… … the God of Thunder.”

Brain God Han Moo-young.

Jang-seo was shaking to the core.

Although it was a relationship that had been formed over a long period of time with only one wall between them, he was clearly a master to whom I paid my respects three times.

And how would it feel to hear about such a master’s achievements through someone else, and especially through the mouth of Dokma, a legend of the previous generation?

I was shaking. A lot.