A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 318



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318.

#I just did my best

In fact, there was one more thing that Jang-seo focused on as much as straightening Cheon-san.

That’s the thing about finding the three works.

Although the Sanwanggaju Pagunseong was missed, it was believed that there must still be people involved.

‘Ohhoho! Catch them all!’

From then on, the Biryongdang, the Counterintelligence Corps, and Baek O-mun were mobilized.

Jang I-seo, who was the best agent in the rock carvings, became the leader, so it would be absurd for him to not be caught if he was hiding.

Of course, we caught all the moles without fail.

‘Nice to meet you. It’s you, teacher.’

With the help of my torturer, Mr. Hyung, I was able to find out all of their identities.

But even so, it was just a waste of time. No meaningful results were achieved.

It was in a really unexpected place that I was caught.

“This is it.”

The place that Biryongdangju Myo Chae-kyung guided us to was in front of an iron gate deep underground.

It was a brain prison where special criminals were imprisoned after the collapse of Doraok.

Squeak!

And as the iron door opens, a man with disheveled hair sits with his back turned as if meditating.

At first glance, it’s obvious that he wasn’t locked up for a day or two. At least several years. Who on earth is this guy?

But at that very moment, something unbelievable came out of Jang Yi-seo’s mouth.

“It’s been a while, my lord.”

Daejurani! A man with disheveled hair slowly turns around at the sound.

One arm was cut off.

And the curly hair that smiles sinisterly.

“It’s been a while. Room 103.”

That’s it.

“No, should I call you vice-principal now?”

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

No, Agent 12!

“I heard you came back. Your eyes have become brighter.”

“I guess you’ve been doing well since you even hear news from outside.”

“Kuuuuuuu. It’s only been three years. For people like us, waiting is as familiar as breathing. Sit down.”

At his suggestion, Myo Chae-kyung nods to her subordinate, telling him to bring a chair.

At this, Jang-seo raised his hand to stop him.

“You and Daejoo, talk about it together.”

I’m telling you not to bother me.

“All right.”

Knock! After a while, Myo Chae-kyung and her men closed the door and went outside.

Gyeomsaik, who had been watching this quietly, smiled innocently and said.

“You’ve definitely become a big shot. You’re treating the head of the household like that. If I had known you would be this successful, I would have invested in you.”

Anyway, that mouth isn’t dead yet. Well, who did Jang Yi-seo learn from to fight with his mouth?

That’s the master.

Pick sat down on the floor facing each other with a smile.

“What kind of investment can a nobleman without any money do?”

“Kkk, have you already forgotten who I am? I am the Golden Ghost Gyeomsaik.”

“That guy never bought his subordinates a meal. Do you remember? The place he took them to, saying he would treat them to a big meal, was Salhondaeju’s father’s funeral. We almost all had to go to a funeral that day.”

“Haha, that’s right.”

“I never understood it before. I’ve never seen a nobleman who hoards all the money spend it. He didn’t even replace this broken knife until I gave it to him.”

Gyeomsaik’s eyebrows twitched. But only for a moment. He quickly smiled again and answered.

“When you grow up to be my age, you’ll have a lot of expenses to cover.”

“I guess so. I had to write it for the agents.”

The corners of the lips of the humble man suddenly go down.

Agent. Yes, that’s right. All the money he had collected was used for the agents who had infiltrated Cheonsan.

Why do you ask when you know everything?

“Are you here to ask me about that now? You’re an agent who’s also my agent, so I’ve never treated you to a proper meal?”

“Why did you do that?”

“That crazy guy. I know he’s a long-winded guy, but with just that one thing… … .”

“Why did you report me as a spy?”

“what……?”

“And not just once, but twice.”

Gyeomsaik’s expression hardens into a blank expression.

“I understand once. When I was elected as the vice-chairman, I had a falling out with Zhuge Liang. I deliberately led him to do so.”

That’s understandable, of course. But what I don’t understand is what happened before.

The day I returned from studying Nanchengnyeongga Gyeong in the Kunlun Mountains.

It was at that very moment that Cheonmugi captured the temple as a spy, with Sakongja and Biryongdangju at the forefront.

“There was one thing I didn’t understand even then.”

No matter how much the Sakongja Han followed me around, he would never have known that I had gone outside Cheonsan.

But he showed up exactly on the day he was supposed to return.

That too, with the Biryong Party Lord.

“Let’s say everything else is like that. But I can’t understand why Heuk-Geo became a target of the investigation. It’s something that can’t be known unless it was reported from within.”

I thought about it back then too.

‘It’s not the Archduke. It’s someone who knows me better than me who’s reporting it. Who on earth?’

There’s an informant. A crucial informant who leaked information targeting Heukgeo, not himself.

“But Elder Lee told me in passing not long ago that you sent me out as a spy not once, but twice.”

“… … !”

It certainly was.

‘Were you the one who accused Noema of being a spy last time?’

‘Rather than saying I was being pushed around, I just reported it because I had some suspicions. Haha!’

Even then, it wasn’t even when the rock carving was wrong.

Rather, Zhuge Shang had called me out to verify my thoughts.

So that means.

“There was absolutely no reason for you to report me. Especially not if you were the 12th in the rock carving.”

Despite this, he reported Jang Yi-seo. He was trying to kill him by accusing him of being a spy.

Why on earth?

For what reason is he an agent of the rock carvings?

I thought about this a lot before coming.

“At first, I thought that maybe Zhuge Liang was attached to Cheon Mu-gi.”

From the perspective of the rock carving, there is ample reason to get close to Cheonmugi, who may become the cult leader in the future.

If you can sacrifice yourself to deepen the relationship, then that’s possible.

However, no matter how much I investigated, there was no longer any common ground between the two.

Moreover, Jegal So-mi, whom I met in Cheonghae right after, also seemed to know nothing.

So what is it?

I changed my mind.

“If it hadn’t been Zhuge Shang’s doing in the first place.”

“what?”

“That would make sense if you did it on your own.”

“What do you mean? Hehe. Why would I… … .”

“Double agent.”

“… … !”

“There was another place besides the rock carvings that gave you orders.”

Gyeomsaik’s face turns as white as a sheet of paper.

“Aside from Cheonmugi, who else would want to kill me so badly? When I think about it, only one more person comes to mind.”

Jang Yi-seo hardened his eyes and said.

“Blood sect.”

“… … !”

From the apostles to the broad-minded, and even to the Brain King.

It was a time when they were brought down time and time again.

It would be more than enough to push oneself into a corner while hiding behind a thousand weapons.

“This joke is too much… … .”

Gyeomsaik tries to deny it with a weak smile. But it’s meaningless.

He threw a red mask in front of him.

A red demon mask with the number three (三) engraved on the inside.

“I searched your house thoroughly and found it. Should I call you the Three Wicked Ones?”

What a shocker!

Agent 12 of the Rock Carving was the third evildoer of the Blood Cult!

Gyeomsaik tightly shut his trembling eyes.

But this is the same as admitting it to yourself.

Jang-seo swallowed his bitter saliva and continued speaking.

“It was you who was waiting for me, trapped in Guryongseong and all the way to Mihonsan.”

It certainly was.

‘If you didn’t come to save me… … were you sent by that old man Sima Jun?’

The broad mind was waiting for someone, and after the crash, it disappeared without a trace.

Samhyeong and Gyeomsaik took it.

“He was a counterintelligence officer, so no one would have suspected him.”

That’s why I didn’t feel suspicious. It was only natural for the counterintelligence unit to chase after defectors.

This is the whole story.

“… …Stop it.”

“No, this is just the beginning. Listen until the end.”

The real question starts here.

“I was curious. Why did the Great Lord join hands with the Blood Cult?”

Why on earth?

What is it that he regrets?

Because it’s the name of a rock carving?

you’re welcome.

Zhuge Shang did not know about the Blood Cult until Zhang Yishu mentioned it.

So was he really a member of the Blood Cult from the beginning?

No, that won’t be it either.

If that were the case, they wouldn’t have brought in such flimsy evidence.

‘The end of this month. Cheonghae Lake. Request for contact on the 12th ship.’

Rather, his attitude seemed to be one of trying to prove his loyalty to both sides.

Like walking a tightrope.

Why on earth?

“When I think about it, it’s simple. You weren’t a rock or a blood cultist.”

Gyeomsaik’s face filled with despair. However, Jang Yiseo cruelly brought out the truth he had wanted to hide.

“There was someone else you were really following.”

“stop!”

“Cheonma. He was the leader of the Demonic Cult.”

That’s right.

Gyeomsaik was the 12th rock carving, one of the three evildoers of the Blood Cult, and a servant of Cheonma.

That’s why Cheonma wasn’t surprised when he was handed the records containing the personal information of the agents he had dealt with.

Why? Because I already knew.

How could the world’s greatest executioner not know that his direct unit, the Counterintelligence Corps, was a den of spies?

As Jang I-seo finished speaking, Gyeom Sa-ik opened his mouth with difficulty in a dejected tone after a long silence.

“Nowhere… … was there any lie in my actions.”

You’re talking about that now! I was shocked by the absurd sophistry.

“What the hell are you?”

“I just did my best.”

“what?”

“Because at first I had to survive, and then I had to endure.”

The life of a humble man was truly strange.

Born in the slums of Liaoning, he was sold to a sect called Jeongmubang before he turned seven due to his innate talents.

‘I’ll be right back!’

I tried to leave with a smile, hoping to help the starving families, but unfortunately, it was no ordinary sect.

A group of assassins who were actually training assassins.

They threw a knife among the children, and Gyeomsaik committed his first murder that day.

To live.

‘Hold on, and your family will live without want.’

From then on, all he could do was hold on.

Hellish training.

Hellish murder.

But it was okay. If I held on, my family would be happy.

I’ve been holding on like that for three years now.

Fortunately or unfortunately.

An event occurred that would change his life.

‘Kuaaaah!’

They barged into the government office.

Jeongdo Murim Alliance (正道武林盟)

They mercilessly destroyed the savages, and he, still a child,

‘Will you go with me?’

was taken into his hands.

A statue of Zhuge Liang on a rock.

And then another three years.

‘Forgive me for sending you to Cheonsan. Your family will live without want.’

Nothing has changed.

I just became a spy in the slaughterhouse and came to this demonic cult.

I still had to hold on, I had to survive somehow.

That way, my family can live in peace.

But there was a problem.

‘May the Heavenly Demon Lord be blessed!’

The counterintelligence unit is a special force directly under the leader.

The moment I faced the Heavenly Horse, everything turned upside down.

‘What a funny kid.’

Even he, who had completely hidden his identity, could not avoid the divine eye of the Heavenly Demon that sees through everything.

‘Join the Blood Cult. That’s the only way you can survive.’

From then on, Gyeomsaik’s life was plunged into unexpected storms.

I infiltrated the Blood Cult by order of Cheonma.

He became the head of the counterintelligence unit by order of the rock carving.

By order of the Blood Cult, Jang Yi-seo was expelled as a spy.

It was the life of a triple-crosser.