A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 172



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172.

#Mao’s dream

Mao had a dream.

I was crouching in a corner of a barn that was completely sealed off when the door opened wide and Cheol-yeong and Jang-deuk appeared with halos around them.

‘Wow!’

And they ran around the hill happily until the sun went down. Just as it was getting dark and they were about to go home, a wolf bared its teeth and ran towards Cheol-yeong and Jang-deuk.

Mao stopped him and kicked the wolf down, but when he saw its face, he saw that it was a quadruped Maishin.

‘Woohaha!’

He beat him up so much that he was so happy. Cheol-yeong and Jang-deuk smiled gratefully and disappeared into the sky.

And Mao woke up with a tear in his eye and a wave of his hand.

Ha… …fuck.

“It’s the first time I’ve felt good after dreaming about a dog.”

Mao wiped his wet eyes and raised his upper body. His whole body was aching, but it was bearable.

There was no need to be surprised at where this was. A quiet room, neither too small nor too large. A bedroom covered with red curtains. It wasn’t my style, but it was familiar. It was where I stayed before becoming a Seven Prince.

“Nothing has changed.”

When I tapped the curtain, it was clean without any dust. Even the flower pots on the shelf were the same as before.

But there is absolutely no feeling of longing or sadness. Rather, the discomfort index only increases.

“When I first came here, I rolled around happily. From the bodyguards to the servants. But did you know? They were all snakes released to kill me.”

Although they called him “Master” on the outside, their harassment was truly insidious.

‘I’m sorry, sir, but could you help me with this?’

‘Yeah, I got it.’

At first, he smiled kindly and asked me to do his work for him, and after I listened to him, at some point he started making requests as if they were natural.

‘Finish it before the sun sets.’

As things got more and more extreme, when we confronted them about it, everyone stopped what they were doing and went outside. Then they locked the door and locked us in.

‘Open me! I’m hungry!’

After one, two, three days, I was starving to the point of death before the door opened.

‘Your Majesty, you must not sleep here. You must go inside and sleep.’

And then they went on joking among themselves as if nothing had happened, treating people like ghosts.

I was so upset and angry that I ran to my father, Mylesung, crying.

but.

‘You came to me because you couldn’t handle a single lowly servant? You useless bastard.’

It was then that I realized that this place was the Maga, the first family of the Demonic Cult.

“My father-in-law, Gaju, didn’t care about my life. He only cared about his own prestige. Actually, I might have picked him up somewhere. He just saw that the kid was a genius, so he was greedy. Why? Because my son, Myshin, is an idiot. Hahahaha!”

Mao let out a soulless laugh, and then, hmm, he got out of bed, snorting indifferently.

“By the way, where did everyone go? The genius Mao woke up. They all got lost.”

Then, the red curtain was swept away.

“Are you awake?”

“Eww! This is a surprise!”

Gaju Inspiration Tank. No, my father, Maileong, was standing right in front of the curtain with sharp eyes. I was so surprised that I glared at him before quickly closing the curtain again.

What? What did I see? I sat down on the bed with a blank expression. Then I laid my hands on my stomach and lay down neatly.

“It’s a dream.”

And with a happy expression, he closed his eyes. Then, whoosh! The curtain was drawn again. When he opened his eyes and looked up, his father, Maileong, was standing there, glaring at him fiercely.

“F*ck, it wasn’t a dream!”

“Looking at the way you’re acting, I guess it’s worth living.”

“No, over there, that… … Wait a minute.”

“Follow me.”

What is it? Mao tilted his head. He had clearly always used the public talisman since becoming the Seven Princes. It had been a long time since he had seen him use the public talisman like this.

I looked behind me with a vague look and then followed him.

And it was only when I entered the secluded bamboo forest in the backyard that I stopped walking.

Shh …

The cool, rustling sound of leaves rustling in the wind filled his ears. Only then did Mao come to his senses and swallow his saliva.

“Why is this place… … .”

Are you trying to kill me? That’s more than enough. You even defeated Mysin, who was walking around with me like that.

however.

“It was pretty good.”

“what?”

“What do you say to your subordinates?”

“What?”

Gooooo-

I could feel the life in Milesung’s eyes. Mao lowered his head with a turtle neck. But he couldn’t help but ask again.

That’s quite a lot.

Was he praising himself just now? Of all people, it was his father who usually ignored him?!

“You must have worked pretty hard. You got scolded.”

What is it? Mao suddenly felt a pang in his chest. It was the first time since he had learned that he was a celestial being that he felt acknowledged.

Even though he was the worst villain in the world, he was still my father. For some reason, my nose stung. I felt better.

“Come visit your parents’ house often from now on.”

“Me, really?”

“Isn’t this your house?”

“No, really. Haha. My house… … .”

“I will become a cult leader.”

“Haha, yeah! I’ll try to do it properly this time… … .”

“Give up.”

“uh?”

“Put it down and go to the Grand Duke. If you show him this much, he will accept it.”

This can’t be happening. Unbelievable words came out of Miles’ mouth.

“What do you mean? What are you going to do? I don’t like it.”

“That is the only way you can survive.”

“Are you an assassin?”

When Mao asked incredulously, Maileong quickly turned his head away.

Gooooo-!

Eyes colder than frost. A heavy murderous aura radiates from them.

“Does this sound like a joke to you?”

“No, that’s not it… … .”

“I’ll say it again. Go see the Archduke and tell him that you will do whatever he tells you to do. That way, you and your family will live.”

Mao was shocked. He told me to go under the Grand Duke. Then what would become of Zhang Yi? Gu Yu? Chil Mu Wei? Yong Tai and Mei Ji? And even Qu Hong Lan. What would become of those who supported me?

“No, I don’t want to. I’ll try being a cult leader once. No, I will.”

“I thought that the once useless beast was finally starting to act like a human. It still hasn’t changed its ill-mannered ways.”

“What?! Ugh!”

Thud! I feel like someone is pressing down on me from above. I fall to my knees and put my hands on the floor. I tremble and try to hold on, but it’s no use. Crunch! I fall down and flop over like an earthworm.

“Ugh!”

No matter how hard I try to stand up, I can’t move a single finger.

This is a supernatural Taesan Pressure Egg that uses the suction power of Bukmyeongsingong. It literally means the power to crush an egg with a mountain.

“What the… … are you doing!”

“Don’t be so arrogant. This is the kindness I show you as a father.”

“What kind of affection…! You just want to look good to the Archduke’s son!”

“If that’s the only way it sounds to you, then hear it that way.”

Anger rises to the top of my head. Why did I forget?

People called me a loser, but in my opinion, the real losers were Miles, Mysin, and Maga.

A scoundrel who carelessly cuts off people’s lives and personalities like the roots of green onions.

“Don’t you have a conscience? I’m your child too!”

“so?”

“That’s why. I’m sorry for not taking care of you until now. I should have said I was wrong. That’s the right thing to do!”

“This is a place where you can only survive if you have the strength, and where you can only be treated well if you use that strength. But you saved me, who couldn’t even do anything as a mere servant… … Are you expecting an apology from me? Shouldn’t you be grateful instead?”

This crazy… … . Is this kind of person really my own flesh and blood? The very way of thinking is evil. So evil that it’s disgusting.

“You’re out of your mind. You’re really the worst. Now even that little shit looks pitiful.”

“Is this unfair?”

“Ugh. This is so unfair. I want to kneel down before you right now, but I don’t have the strength. This is so f*cking unfair!”

“There is nothing more foolish than dreaming a dream that will never come true. If you really become a cult leader, that is.”

Mao’s eyes flashed open.

“Little cult leader… … . Yes. I will become a little cult leader. So! I will make you kneel first… … . I will definitely make you do so.”

“Try hard. It’s unlikely, but when that day comes, I’ll do whatever you want, whether it’s an apple or something.”

Miles laughed and waved his hand.

Sssssss.

Then the oppressive force disappeared. And then a welcoming voice called out to him from behind.

“Your Majesty the Seven Princes.”

I stood up hesitantly and looked back. It was him.

“Jang I-seo… … .”

In the distance, Gu-yu and Chil-mu-wi are standing, and when I see Jang-i-seo coming closer, my nose gets tingly again.

The author, Abi, is desperate to catch me, but he comes running here to save me.

“You know what?”

Mao looked at Miles with calm eyes and spoke mercilessly.

“This has never been my home. My home is the Chilsogung Palace where those guys are. So don’t forget. I’m not your son, I’m the Chilsogungja who will become the leader of the cult.”

Mao turns around and walks away.

“Let’s go, Jang-seo.”

Zhang Yishen saw Mao’s back as he walked confidently, and soon he let out a sigh again.

Then he opened his mouth and opened his curtain.

“You said you were going to meet the Swordsman of the Heavenly Kingdom. Did you have a nice meeting?”

Is that important now?

“Did you really have to do this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you tell me to wait here, Elder? I heard the conversation between the two of you.”

You made Jang Seo listen to this on purpose? What on earth is your plan?

“Why did you tell such a lie?”

“I’m serious. If the guy who wants to be the leader of the cult is so swayed by just a few words, then you should run over and kneel down right now.”

Miles drew a long, curved line around the corners of his mouth.

On the other hand, Jang Yi-seo shook his head in absurdity. Why would he commit such a sadistic act for such a simple reason?

It’s really amazing, who would call him an elder of the Demonic Cult?

“It will only increase the hatred towards Mark.”

“Hatred is the easiest and cheapest way to make your opponent stronger. Hehehe.”

… … Would you be foolish?

“I will go.”

“Don’t forget. What you have shown me so far is only possibility. If you don’t bring more concrete results, my wait won’t last long.”

“Yeah… … .”

Zhang Yishu took a shallow breath, grabbed the lottery ticket, and ran towards Mao, who was shouting at him to hurry.

And Miles, who was left alone, smiled and spoke in a small voice.

“I look forward to your next move as well.”

The confrontation with Maga ended with a new relationship sprouting like that.

and…….

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“Everyone… … are you okay? Did nothing happen at Maga while I was down?”

Mao looked at his family gathered in one place and shook off his worries and doubts.

“Who do you greet when you wake up the latest?”

At this, Jang I-seo snickered.

“I woke up exactly three days later.”

Guyu shook his head.

“Myshin opened his eyes yesterday. Well, he’s still a living corpse.”

Over-estimation hit his ear.

“Then it’s true… … or not… … ?”

Finally, until you know.

“Hey, you! These are missing! I won?!”

When Mao suddenly loses his temper, everyone laughs loudly.

Yeah, my family is these guys, not Maga.

He quickly chuckled and shouted loudly.

“Let’s go homeeeeeeeee!”

Maoooooo! The mighty roar of the Seven Martial Arts reverberated throughout Maga for a long time.

Return to Chilsogung.

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“No, but why is the devil following me?! No, since when has he been here!”

“Ugh… ugh… .”

It’s a real return.

Home.