A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 165



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165.

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‘Watch carefully. That child is Mysin.’

The first time Cheonmugi saw him was at a friendly martial arts competition held in Cheonga. Although he did not participate directly, his uncle and head of the household, Cheon Ohsan, had taken notice of him early on.

‘Myshin wins!’

And the emotion that Cheonmugi felt that day was one thing.

‘Predator.’

He was the strongest man that no one of his age could dare to surpass.

An indifferent expression that doesn’t change no matter who you are with. A mad, downcast gaze.

He was above and everyone else was below.

And this was the first time that a sense of competition was sparked in Cheonmugi’s heart.

‘You are my secret sword that will one day change Cheon-ga into the best family. So keep this in mind. Maishin is the greatest enemy and obstacle you will have to overcome in the future.’

From then on, the only rival that Cheonmugi acknowledged was Mysin.

And shortly after he entered the closing ceremony, Mysin became the best reviewer in the school.

Such an obvious result.

But unfortunately, his uphill climb ended sooner than expected.

‘Get started.’

After Cheonma Jinwookwang declared that he would take in two sons.

Many reviewers gathered to compete in a duel, and the one who ultimately won was Mysin, who won the final match against Cheonmugi.

however.

‘You three will now stay in the palace.’

Cheonma suddenly disappeared, leaving only those words behind, and Maisin, who was standing at the very front…

‘I’m… … not?’

He was not chosen by the Heavenly Horse.

The events of that day, which no one could understand, gave Mysin her first sense of loss.

But that was just the beginning.

‘Have you heard? I heard that Grand Master Gyeom rejected Prince Ma and claimed to be the teacher of the three princesses.’

‘Huh, if you are the great lord, then isn’t he the one who has been looking after Prince Ma for a long time? In fact, isn’t he no different from a teacher?’

‘That’s what I’m saying.’

The person who had been the most open to me left in vain, and people gradually began to forget about Mysin.

Instead of the best review index, only a new designation, “Successor of Cheonma”, was circulated.

Those who he had never thought of as his competitors suddenly flew far away one day.

It wasn’t like I was jealous of this from the beginning.

He had no doubt that he would get into it someday. He worked hard and proved it.

But the reality was different.

The Four Princes, Han, the Five Princesses, Maeng Won-won, and the Sixth Prince, Maeng Hui.

There was no confidence anywhere.

And then one day… … .

The thing blew up.

‘The leader showed interest in the second child.’

‘Are you talking about Master Mao?’

‘Maybe that child should take on the role of the eldest son.’

I overheard a conversation between my father, Maileong, and the swordsman Buncheon.

That day, Mysin felt something snap.

Cheonmugi, Muhanseong, Sahaeryung, Han, Maeng Wonwon, Maeng Hwi.

Those who are no better than me in anything have risen above me. And now, my younger brother and illegitimate child?

‘Keuheuk… … Khahahahaha!’

From that day on, Mysin concluded that this Demonic Cult was not a place that worshipped the strong, but rather a rotten political arena.

I became disillusioned with this and started following my instincts rather than my reason.

And the result was this moment.

“Why did you, the most ruthless of all elders, protect Mysin, who was just taking drugs and messing around with assassins… … Do you know the reason?”

Grand Duke Cheonmugi gathered his memories and spoke firmly. Sahae-ryeong and Muhanseong tilted their heads at this.

How would you know that?

“It must have been because the only one who could continue the line was the bloodless prince.”

Nonsense. The elder is not a very merciful person. He gives opportunities that even the person concerned does not know about, and if they do not pass, he throws them away without mercy.

There is only one reason why he left Mysin alone until now.

“Because the Bloodless One had already seen the great success of Bukmyeongsingong a long time ago.”

“omg!”

The ghost demon next to him let out an involuntary gasp of shock at such a shocking statement.

Even Sahae-ryeong and Muhan-seong were speechless when they heard this.

“Is that true?”

“It’s true. It’s been a long time.”

To be honest, I didn’t really want to talk about it. It was more like proving that he was a genius on top of geniuses in the past.

It’s like cutting my own flesh. But I hate losing to Chil-gong-ja even more.

“That’s not the Bloodless Gong I knew. He didn’t move like an animal, and he wasn’t surprised by the opponent’s attacks. He was a being who anticipated everything and looked down on everything. That’s the Bloodless Gong. Now, he’s just trapped in a wall of his own making.”

Everyone looked at the stage with eyes that said they could not believe it.

The Mysin I saw before my eyes was truly close to a beast. It was swinging and moving according to its instincts.

But this is a limit I have set for myself… … .

“I can say with certainty that if Mysin could just abandon his twisted stubbornness and regain the arrogant emperor he once was… … then there wouldn’t be many here who could stand up to the bloodless Duke.”

Boom! A series of shocks. The Ghost Demon Army became dizzy.

But the Archduke’s judgment was true.

If he could let go of his victim mentality and inferiority complex, and return to the way he was back then, when he shined the brightest wherever he went… … .

If that’s the case, there aren’t many people here who can stop him now.

“So… … come to your senses, Mysin!”

A dark light radiated from the Archduke’s eyes.

*

“Ha… … . Haa… … .”

Meanwhile, Mysin was gasping for breath and in despair.

His hair was already tangled and burnt everywhere from his head to his face, and there was no place on his body that was unharmed.

Mao on the other hand… … .

“Do you understand now? What it feels like to be a victimized brat.”

It was still pressuring me with an overwhelming aerodynamic force that did not waver.

‘Why… … . Why… … ?’

Why on earth am I losing?

Really. Really, is it because I’m so incompetent? Is that why I’m being pushed around? Not to Cheonmugi, not to Muhanseong, not even to this damn bastard. Is it because I’m incompetent compared to the Seven Great Princes?!

“Die. Dieeeeeeeee-!”

Myshin’s eyes rolled back completely and he rushed at me like a beast. But now Mao could see it too.

“You are an idiot.”

How excited he is and how he struggles so miserably. There is no avoiding it.

just.

“good.”

『Flame Wind』

Mao rises again, spinning around. And whoosh! The spear dragon sword is drawn sharply in a straight line.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

“Huh?!”

Then again, a huge whirlwind of flames covers the stage.

“Kuaaaah!”

Mysin, who had been flying with a scream, fell to the ground. He was hit without even the strength to move a single finger. You can tell just by looking at his tattered body.

But the bigger problem was the lie. The Bukmyeongshinkong turned out to be poison. Mao’s yang energy intertwined with the Changryongdo and transformed into fire energy, and when he absorbed it, instead of making it his own, it boiled up to the point of burning his internal organs and even his dantian.

And that made Mysin feel even more miserable.

‘Your power… is that something I can neither possess nor defeat?!’

It was regrettable. It was disgusting.

To him, Mao was not simply a hated younger brother.

It wasn’t me who was wrong, but Cheonma who chose the wrong person. And my last pride was that I was his adopted son.

So he had to be stupid, he had to be bad, he had to be a loser.

why?

Only then can your value remain.

however.

But why?

“Why the hell are you yaaaaaa-!”

Mysin staggered to his feet and muttered to the guy approaching through the flames.

“Why on earth… … . Why do you dare to get ahead of me?”

“You still don’t know that? Are you really stupid?”

“what……?”

“It’s not that I’m getting ahead of myself, it’s just that you’re staying in the same place, you fucking punk who’s buried in the past!”

“… … !”

Mysin was in a state of great shock.

‘I… … am stuck in the past?’

At that moment, Myshin lowered his head and looked at his two hands. Then, they gradually became smaller and transformed into the hands of a child like a fern. Then, when he raised his head again, Mao felt like a huge giant. It was like a ten-year-old child looking up at an adult.

“You’re just a child who is not too old?”

Bam! Mao runs up to him, grabs him by the collar, and throws a punch. Maishin’s head snaps up and his ears start ringing.

“Cheol-yeong and Jang-deuk died. They didn’t do anything wrong. It was just because of your snake-like jealousy. That’s why they died. Do you understand? Don’t you know, you snake!”

Thud! Thud! Thud! My lip bursts from the repeated punches, and I become dazed. And then, bang! I end up flying to a corner and collapse miserably.

Blurred focus.

It doesn’t take any effort. Where do you stand now? In the past or in the present?

I don’t know. Nothing comes to mind.

“Mysin.”

At that moment, someone’s voice came from above my head.

A man walking up to the front of the stage and looking down at the fallen monk.

“A thousand… … weapons?”

“What do they see you as now?”

“what……?”

I followed Cheonmugi’s gaze and observed the leaders with my blurry, sidelong glances.

Yi Gongja Muhanseong, the third princess Sa Hae-ryeong, and my father, the head of the household, Maileong.

I can feel their gazes. Their eyes are just ignoring me. What do I look like to them right now?

“To them, you are a military unit.”

“… … !”

A flock of chickens. A chicken that is not even memorable among a large flock.

“Then what was your past self?”

Me in the past… … .

Fragments of my memory, blurred by the medication, begin to emerge one by one.

Memories of that day when I didn’t lose to anyone.

Thump, thump, thump.

My heart starts pounding like it’s having a seizure.

Ah, now I know. Why I couldn’t beat them. It wasn’t something that had stopped in the past.

“Don’t forget your past.”

My past.

“I’ll ask you again. What were you in the past?”

“I am…….”

Woohoo!

As a deep resonating sound echoed from Mysin’s body, his body slowly rose as if floating.

“That’s it!”

And the eyes of everyone watching widened.

Gooooooo-

Mysin’s momentum was changing.

A strange phenomenon occurred where a gentle breeze formed a circle around him on the stage, and little by little, all the energy was sucked into him.

Not only that, his wounds gradually began to fade, and a great amount of energy began to spread from his body.

And Cheonmugi smiled and muttered.

“Yes. That’s you.”

One crane. One who stands tall and alone.

『North Myung Shin Gong (North Myung Shin Gong) 10 Great Successes』

Oh my god!

The energy absorbed into Mysin’s body burst outward in waves.

A tremendous outpouring of energy!

“Crash!”

Mao was then shot away like a ray of light, and the leaders barely managed to block the waves that came flying in like a tidal wave with all their might.

And at the same time, I cried out in shock.

“The bloodless prince… … has returned.”

Back to the past when he was known as the best reviewer and military leader in the Demonic Cult.

I’m back again.