A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 3



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3.

#I don’t know you guys (2)

Jang-seo turned his shoulders sharply like a slingshot and raised his right hand as if he was going to throw it away, taking a slanted posture.

Then he spoke softly with determined eyes.

“The nine thousand eight hundred and seventy-second challenge. Let’s go.”

Then, without any preparation, he stretched out his hand in a straight line.

Then, a white raindrop with an iron chain shot forward like a beam of light.

This is his secret weapon that he used to defeat the 5th level demon Yongwoo.

But this time, something was different. If the previous one had been lightning fast, this time.

『White Thunder』

Flash! The dark cavity suddenly becomes bright.

Kwajik! The rain turned into a pure white lightning bolt and shot towards the wall.

A speed that is simply unbelievable. Who would dare dodge this? Anyone who gets hit by this will die instantly.

One challenge was starting now.

Bam!

The blade was inserted precisely into the central groove of the wall, just like a key in a lock. A thin iron cord was naturally pulled taut.

A faint smile appeared on Jang Yiseo’s lips. He was lucky today. It was originally difficult to put it in all at once.

Now it’s next turn.

Woohoo!

His bet was so high that it made the whole room resonate.

The collar fluttered and the hair flowed naturally.

Even so, it’s first-class.

Considering that he is a spy, his internal energy is rather lacking and muddy.

This was the truth.

『Thunderbolt Method』

Scratch, Scratch! His impure internal energy that had been swirling along the meridians suddenly began to mutate into brain energy. Then, the flow of energy that had been slowly flowing through the meridians rapidly increased in speed. No, it wasn’t just increased in speed, it was light itself!

Soon, light bursts out of his eyes, and Kwaaaaang!

As it reached its peak, lightning struck around my body along with a loud noise.

“Let’s finish this now-!”

Phage crackle!

The brain energy bursting out of Jang Yi-seo’s body travels through the iron rope to the knife stuck in the wall.

Then something amazing happened.

Flash flash!

A pure white light began to rapidly run, drawing lines through the maze-like grooves that filled the entire wall.

A magnificent sight that is hard to believe even after seeing it.

What was even more surprising was that the identity of the home, which was gradually revealed as it filled with light, felt like the face of a devil.

So the name of this place is Mabyeok.

Before I knew it, the light was more than halfway through and was running towards the devil’s last two eyes.

‘Just a little bit. Just a little bit more.’

Jang Yi-seo’s heart melted as his internal energy was rapidly depleted. He squeezed out even the inner strength of a thumb-sucking newborn baby.

It took over 9,000 attempts over 7 years to make it happen.

This time I will definitely do it.

certainly.

“Kkaaaah!”

A final scream was let out, as if burning the soul.

one.

Passssss.

Unfortunately, a debilitating noise like that of a discouraged husband echoed through the room.

The light disappears without mercy.

It’s a failure.

Bang! I pulled the iron string and retrieved the dagger. Soon the iron string was wrapped tightly around my wrist, and the dagger disappeared into my arm armor.

“Oh, damn it.”

Thud. And Jang-seo, who had used up all his strength, fell to the floor in the shape of a large letter.

“Haa, ha… … .”

The breath that is constantly being exhaled is full of the smell of carbon dioxide.

One thing that was truly amazing and new was that a human body could shoot out lightning.

Even the nature of internal energy is determined by who has learned what kind of method. Jang-seo transformed his murky internal energy into extremely powerful brain energy.

This is a mysterious ability that is hard to find anywhere in the Central Plains.

This is it.

The treasure obtained from Cheonmago.

Three, to be exact.

The first is a white helmet with a strong and thin iron string attached to it, ‘Baekroe (白雷)’.

The second is ‘Noegungsam (雷君蔘)’, a mountain ginseng that grows after being struck by lightning on a coastal cliff.

And the last third one is.

‘Thunder Technique’ that changes internal energy into thunder energy.

Yes. This Cheonmago was a secret vault left behind by someone long ago to pass on his martial arts achievements to future generations.

That’s how Jang Yi-seo met his destiny here in the Demonic Cult.

The problem is… … .

“There is no progress. There is no progress.”

Brain magic is a magical art close to sorcery that transforms already accumulated internal energy into explosive brain energy, rather than a mental technique, and explosively accelerates the flow of energy.

And Brain Gunsam is a medicinal elixir that allows the body to withstand such brain energy.

The last White Thunder is a one-hit, sure-kill weapon that can best express its power.

I understood everything and made it my own.

This makes it possible to achieve instantaneous but dramatic increases in speed and power.

Although there was no explanation and only a conclusion, Jang Yi-seo’s innate intellect made this possible.

And Jang had a gut feeling.

This is not the end. The moment the mural is filled with light, the door to the next stage will open.

“But it doesn’t work. The reason is obvious. This damn rotten danjeon. Internal energy is like firewood for brain power. But if you add such murky and impure firewood, the fire will only burn out.”

Jang Eun-seo is clearly the 103rd genius, as acknowledged in the rock carvings.

However, although God granted him the talent to understand the mysteries and express them through movements, he did not grant him the foundation, the dantian.

Although not a severe case of spleen stenosis, it is a case of being born with a congenital turbid meridian and nine holes in the lower abdomen, making it impossible to accumulate internal energy beyond a certain level.

This was exactly the problem.

It was clear that he had overcome the limitations of his innate body through brain power and was able to move like lightning, but with his poor internal energy, even that was difficult beyond a certain level.

“Well, maybe tomorrow.”

However, the person who could laugh and sublimate even such a hopeless attempt was Jang Il-seo.

Jang-seo jumped up and headed towards the display case with the weapons.

“Let’s see, what should I give to Daejoo to make him fall in love with me?”

The head of the counterintelligence unit and the head of the private sector.

He is forty-two years old. He has long, curly hair that reaches his shoulders. He has many women, but no wife. He has a bad temper, but he takes good care of his subordinates. That’s why he secretly has many followers.

His rank is Daeju and he is a 4th-grade noble. However, his skills are comparable to those of a 2nd-grade noble, the family head.

For your information, there are only five heads of the Demonic Cult.

In other words, even if you add up the left and right lions, the seven elders, the children of the cult leader, and the hidden masters, Gyeomsaik is still a big shot who can easily be ranked within the top 50.

“But you don’t get promoted. Why? Because the money is good. The country doesn’t do it either. If I were the main lord, I would have already filled this place. I’m jealous, I’m jealous.”

I have to hand over my treasured possessions to someone like that. My stomach hurts and my whole body trembles.

However, a change in position is inevitable for a mission.

“Is this okay?”

Jang-seo stroked my chin and picked up a long sword hanging on the shelf.

At first glance, it was a bright red scabbard with a black floral design carved into it. The golden badge worn there had the following written on it.

【Golden Knife】

Ssring! Jeeing!

“Keep your voice down.”

As Jang Yiseo pulled out his sword, the sharp blade with a soft golden sheen swung as if it was thirsting for blood.

It’s a famous sword. Anyone can see that it’s a very expensive famous sword.

“The purest gold is mixed in the Geumsakdo. There is nothing more suitable for Daeju, the money devil.”

Okay! Jang Yi-seo put the knife away with a satisfied expression on his face.

This is enough for Gyeomsaik. He is originally obsessed with swords, and he has been giving hints to his subordinates lately that he is going to get a new sword.

What’s needed now is action.

The Seven Princes, the losers.

A covert crime to get closer to him.

As a spy would say.

* * *

The time when the sun is slowly setting.

Jang found a small village near his residence. The village was called Bangga Village. As the name suggests, it was a village where the Bang family of Cheonsan lived together.

You may wonder why we came to a place like this, but spies have many business partners.

For example, if you write the location and time on a cinnamon-scented letter and hang it on an apricot tree where crows cry, the White Crow Gate (白烏門), commonly known as the ‘crow cleaners’, will appear and clean up the mess.

Although it is quite expensive, it has a good finish and is highly trusted among spies.

Also, if you go to the inn in front of Cheonsan Mountain and stack two silver coins from the Western Regions diagonally, you will be given a white wine. If you open the cloth with the stopper, you can receive the latest news from the Central Plains in Braille.

Just as there is night after day, there were those who were hiding and acting in secret everywhere.

And this time it’s the same.

It was a small library that I found out about 7 years ago and have been using often.

【Zhuge Bookstore】

As I raise my head and lift the brim of my black hat with my index finger, a shabby sign comes into view.

This isn’t even rebellion, it’s just a Zhuge surname among the Bangga. And it’s in the Heavenly Mountains of the Demonic Cult.

The distribution is great. But what’s even more ridiculous is that the owner has no relation to the Jegal family.

There was a Bang couple who gave birth to me, but when I grew up, I immediately changed my name, saying that I was a descendant of Zhuge Liang. They said that my parents went to Central Plains and the baby got switched, or something like that.

For your information, the Bangs are country people who have never left Cheonsan.

Anyway, as you can see from this, the owner’s temper is not ordinary. Naturally, the work he does is not ordinary either.

Creak.

“Is the owner here?”

Jang-seo stepped into the bookstore full of bookshelves. But there was no response and it was quiet. When he looked around, he couldn’t see the owner, and only the customers who had arrived before were visible.

At the same time, a glimmer of color appeared in Jang Yi-seo’s eyes.

One of the essential elements of a spy.

The idea is to quickly identify the other person with minimal information.

Jang-seo quickly looked up and down at the opponent who had turned away.

Height that reaches my chin. Beautiful hair tied up high, heavenly pretty ears. Thin neckline.

and…….

‘A raccoon with a broken heart?’

My eyes met with hers as she turned around.

A round nose and thick lips with a sour look on them.

Jang Yi-seo’s face suddenly frowned. The woman who saw this asked in a questioning tone as if she was upset.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Ah. That’s… … .”

I scratched my head. If you ask me why, I have only one thing to say.

“It just looks a little weird.”

“what?”

“Oh, I’m sorry if I offended you. I meant it, but… … .”

“That shallow guy.”

Whoosh! She looks at me with disdain, then brushes me aside and heads outside.

“Look here, my lady. That’s too harsh. They say that I was born with such grace that even servants would bow their heads as they passed by. Why, stand over there!”

The moment I reached out to grab it, I heard the old man’s voice from inside.

“I was wondering if some crazy guy was talking nonsense, and it was you?”

A moustache that curls up to the side. The same well-curled Yun Keon that Zhuge Liang used.

“Master.”

The owner of the West Wing is Jegal Gui-ryong.

Squeak! Bang!

While he turned his head for a moment, the woman roughly closed the door and went out. Oh, dear. Jang-seo smacked his lips.

“What on earth have you done?”

“Well. Is that woman in love with me?”

“Have you ever seen such a crazy guy? That’s why you can’t get married.”

“Isn’t that too much for two bachelors?”

“Be quiet and tell me what you want. If you don’t want to get kicked out.”

The temper is. Jang Yi-seo scratched his forehead. Then he approached Jegal Gui-ryong, who was standing at the counter, and lifted the thick pouch from his bosom and spoke.

“One biography.”

Set a trap.

“who.”

“The last little devil.”

The last seventh and final son of Cheonma.

The scoundrel, Prince Mao.

“How far.”

A trap to catch him.

“All of them.”

Zhuge Liang’s gaze met with his in the air.

And he put the sack in his bosom.

The deal is a success.

Shh. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Mao. Wait.

I’m coming to you soon.

#I don’t know you guys (3)