Invitation to the Chatroom of the Gods - Chapter 27



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Episode 27 – The Imoogi of Gangseo Castle (2)

Namgung Yerin remained in Gangseo Province for over a month.

The mastermind behind the salt bribery incident has been revealed, and it has been completely proven that the Namgung family has nothing to do with salt bribery.

A situation where things work out extremely well.

In fact, there was no reason for Namgung Yerin to remain in Gangseo Province.

There was still some follow-up work to be done, but that was something for the Murim Alliance and the government to do, and it wasn’t something Namgung Sega should get involved in.

So, she could have just returned to the Namgung family in Anhui Province, but Namgung Yerin did not return to the family.

The reason was none other than ‘Cheongun’.

Cheongun displayed truly amazing martial arts skills and fought against Gwangmaumgui alone.

Not only did he protect Namgung Yerin from a misfortune, but he also saved many of the soldiers in the missionary office, including her.

Cheongun never put down his sword, even at the cost of sacrificing his own life.

Namgung Yerin had received the grace of life-saving from Cheongun, saving her life as a woman and as a human being, so she could not return to Sega and leave Cheongun to die.

Although I wanted to send Cheongun to Namgung Sega for treatment, I couldn’t move Cheongun, who was hovering between life and death, all the way to Anhui Province.

Fortunately, there was an excellent doctor named Park Jin-Hyeon in Ui-Hwang, so there was no problem with Cheong-Un’s treatment.

Namgung Yerin volunteered to nurse him.

Since this was my first time nursing······ I was a little. No, I was very clumsy.

Although this was called ‘nursing’, in reality it was no different from ‘marketing’.

Namgung Yerin had only ever been looked after by someone in Sega, but had never been looked after by anyone.

Every day, the sound of old man Park Jin-hyeon’s sighs never stopped. Still, his desire to take care of Cheong-un was sincere.

······It was true that I had suffered by taking care of her all night for over a month.

“My lady, were my legs that comfortable?”

But there were people who didn’t know about this hardship and were busy making fun of her, so Namgung Yerin felt both resentful and annoyed.

“Ha, is that something you say to someone who has been taking care of you all night for over a month?”

So, I blurted out those words without realizing it.

But what the heck.

“This is crazy!”

Suddenly, Cheongwoon was startled and jumped up. However, Cheongwoon’s body, which was still not fully recovered, fell back to the floor.

It was a natural thing.

The abdominal wound suffered by Kwangmaumgui while protecting Namgung Yerin. To be honest, it was a miracle that Cheongwoon woke up.

So, it is only right that we take stability······.

“Oh, my lady…! Have you by any chance seen the scroll that was on my body?”

Cheongwoon asked Namgung Yerin with a face distorted with pain.

“A folding chair?”

Namgung Yerin tilted her head involuntarily. No, what kind of situation is it that after barely waking up after overcoming the threat of life and death for over a month, she suddenly looks for a folding chair?

“It’s a scroll-shaped scroll. Did you happen to miss it while nursing it?…”

However, Cheongwoon looked quite anxious. It wasn’t just that he was anxious, but that he was in a life-or-death situation where his life was hanging by a thread.

Although she didn’t know what was going on, Namgung Yerin thought back on her memories carefully.

“Well, I don’t remember seeing anything like a folding screen… Ah, it looks like the falcon raised by Prince Un is taking something away-!”

Namgung Yerin was startled and covered her mouth with both hands. Her eyes, wide open in surprise, shook wildly from side to side, losing focus.

Without realizing it, I called Cheongun ‘Confucius.’

It wasn’t a particularly meaningful title. It was just a title that had a slightly more intimate feel than ‘little knight’.

It wasn’t something to be surprised or ashamed of, unless it was ‘Gaga’, a term for lover.

but.

“Ba, ba, that was just now···. That’s what it is···!”

······Namgung Yerin has never done that before.

This was the first time that a man was called ‘Prince’.

This is also the case when he was called by his name, not ‘Prince Cheong’ but ‘Prince Yun’.

Namgung Yerin’s face turned red without realizing it.

Even I couldn’t understand why Cheongun was called ‘Ungjukja’. It just came out naturally.

At that time, I had nothing to say and was just rambling on and on.

“What the hell!”

Suddenly, Cheongwoon got up again. Although he was unable to move his body as he wanted due to the pain, Cheongwoon struggled to move his body somehow.

Didn’t you just hear the word ‘Confucius’······?

Cheongwoon didn’t care whether Namgung Yerin called him ‘Sohyeop’ or ‘Confucius’. That’s why Cheongwoon didn’t have the slightest ‘interest’ in Namgung Yerin.

······Why do I feel sad but also complicated and subtle?

I don’t know if you know Namgung Yerin’s thoughts or not.

Bam!

Cheongwoon left the room without saying a word.

Today, too, Namgung Yerin was left alone like a ‘barley sack that had been placed on the ground.’

······It was something, something.

It’s a feeling I feel for the first time since I was born, and so it’s an emotion I can’t explain.

As the saying goes, it was an ‘inexplicable feeling’.

“······.”

Namgung Yerin didn’t know why tears were welling up in her eyes.

* * *

Walk, save me, I ran like crazy to the missionary office.

The injuries that had not yet fully healed were writhing all over his body. His body was threatening to die if he did not lie down immediately.

A penetrating abdominal wound is by no means an ordinary injury.

It was a serious injury, one that could not guarantee life or death. If it weren’t for the healing power of the Yeongbo Pilbeop, I wouldn’t have been able to survive like this.

I somehow managed to wake up, but I wasn’t fully recovered.

So moving like this was almost crazy······.

“Shit!”

If I don’t move now, I’m really going to die.

The note I left in the chatroom saying, ‘I’ll be back for a bit.’

In fact, it was difficult to clearly define the time period called ‘a little while’.

But usually, it means ‘one day’, about the time to drink a cup of tea, or ‘one meal’, about the time to eat a meal.

It definitely did not mean ‘one month’.

And when I think back to the last time, when I didn’t contact the chat room for about four days······

“Eww!”

I really couldn’t help but run like crazy.

I had to let the gods of Damsobang know that I was alive as soon as possible.

Walk like that and save me, the arrived missionary.

But what the heck.

The sight of the missionary over the fence was quite unusual.

It was not just a house, it was almost like an abandoned house.

If it’s natural, then it can be said to be natural.

The main gate of the missionary office was destroyed by Naenggwangmyeong, and the roof of the missionary office was destroyed by Gwangmaumgui. Since then, they have been engaged in a fierce battle with Gwangmaumgui.

Even if the missionary wanted to be sane, there was no way he could be sane.

“But it wasn’t to this extent···?”

Even taking that into account, it was severe.

The missionary’s scene was even more miserable than my last memory. Even if they hadn’t been managed for over a month, it wouldn’t have gotten to this point.

As I reached the missionary office, swallowing my rising doubts, I heard a very loud commotion from beyond the wall.

Flap! Flap! Flap! Flap!

Food, food, food!

Rather than a commotion, it seemed like a fight had broken out······.

Fuzz!

Suddenly, Eungseon jumped up onto the top of the wall. Eungseon, who had climbed onto the top of the wall, spread his wings wide and glared.

And then he raised his hawk-like aura toward someone inside the missionary office······.

“A folding chair···?”

It was none other than a folding chair.

Then, like lightning, Eungseon-i shot towards the folding screen spread out in the center of the missionary’s yard.

That moment.

FUDUDUDUDUDUD!!!

Suddenly the folding screen began to flutter and jump in all directions.

Eungseon grabbed the scroll with his dagger-like claws. But the scroll would not stop running wild like a mad bull that had lost its reins.

A chair that cannot be subdued even by Eungseon’s power.

And then they would hammer it into the missionary’s pillars here and there.

I threw my body against the wall of the missionary office, hung it up, and······.

Boom! Boom!

The missionary was being completely destroyed.

It was incomparable to the last time when there had been no contact for four days.

If back then it was called ‘crazy folding chair’, now······.

Pitter-patter!!! Patterdadadadadak!

Poopapoopaddaddak!!!

···It was a tripod engulfed in madness.

Perhaps because of that, Eungseon was having a hard time subduing him.

It was so rampant that even Eungseon couldn’t control it, so I couldn’t even imagine how much chaos there would have been in the Damsobang.

I sat there blankly, watching the fight between Eungseon and Jokja.

That moment.

Tingle-!

Eungseon, who was fighting with the folding chair, turned his eyes toward me.

And then suddenly, the glare in his eyes······.

Click.

It seemed like he was telling me not to just sit there and watch but to come and help.

* * *

Even with the help of Eungseon, it wasn’t easy to take down the pole.

Not only was I injured, but my sword broke during the fight with the mad demon, so I had no proper weapon.

It was by no means easy to take down a man who was almost in a state of madness without a weapon.

Did we fight like that for almost half a day?

“Haa···! Haa···!”

Eungseon and I were barely able to knock down the folding chair.

The stool was lying dead in the missionary’s yard. And I, too, wanted to lie down next to the stool.

But Eungseon came and pecked my leg.

The nodding nod was a sign that I should quickly check before the scroll was revived(?). Since there was no answer if the scroll was revived(?) here, I forced myself to move my body.

And then carefully pick up the folding screen and look inside.

└[Nine Heavenly Wise Women]

: Is there another new god? Am I getting boring? Is he not looking at me anymore? Am I not going to be able to see the youngest anymore? It’s scary, I hate that so much············.

@Cheongun @Cheongun @Cheongun @Cheongun @Cheongun @Cheongun @Cheongun @Cheongun @Cheongun @Cheongun We were able to confirm a conversation room that was similar to the scenery of the Cheongun Missionary Office.

So, the chatroom was in chaos and was completely destroyed.

Among them, the most striking one is, of course, the writing of Gucheonhyeonnyeo.

Her writings filled every inch of the chatroom, leaving no space empty, and even at this very moment, new writings were continuously being uploaded.

└[Nine Heavenly Wise Women]

: I want to hear the voice of the youngest, I want to hear the word ‘big sister’. Every time I do that, I feel so real that I have my own precious little youngest, and I want to go back to that time when I couldn’t express it. If I hadn’t met the youngest, I wouldn’t have had these thoughts. But I wouldn’t have felt this happiness, right?

@청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운@청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운└[Nine Heavenly Mysterious Woman]

: My head is full of thoughts about you, youngest. I can’t get anything done. Come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back.

@청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 @청운 The portrait of the rising Gucheonhyeonnyeo was one of disappointment and loss.

That lovely appearance was a transcendent beauty that easily made Namgung Yerin ‘so-so’, but why does it feel so remote?

└[Auxiliary Emperor Wang Zhongyang]

: I’m hesitant to say this, but seeing as I still haven’t heard from my youngest…

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: Hey, you piece of shit! I told you not to talk about that!

└[Nine Heavenly Wise Women]

: Is it······that······died·········?

Suddenly, the atmosphere of Gucheonhyeonnyeo changed.

└[Nine Heavenly Wise Women]

: The youngest···············died······?

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: Nanlang-ah, that’s not what I meant. What Jungyang said was just-.

└[Nine Heavenly Wise Women]

: Who······? Who killed the youngest············?

Goosebumps appeared all over my body.

It was just a phrase, a portrait, but an indescribable ‘horror’ came over me.

└[Nine Heavenly Wise Women]

: Who, how, and why·········? Killed the youngest············?

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: Nangrang-ah, it’s not that the youngest died-.

└[Sword Immortal Yeo Dong-bin]

: Hahaha, hahahahahahahahahaha!

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: Why is Jumma like that? The corners of the portrait’s eyes suddenly turned around? Huh? Where is Jumma going all of a sudden?

└[Sword Immortal Yeo Dong-bin]

: I’m going to pick some nuts.

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: Going to pick a branch? Suddenly? No, who?

└[Sword Immortal Yeo Dong-bin]

: The bastard who killed the youngest. I’ll go to the secular world and cut off the balls of that bastard who killed the youngest.

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: What? Hey, you crazy bastard! Your virtues won’t even come close! If you go down to the secular world now, you’ll die too, you idiot!

└[Sword Immortal Yeo Dong-bin]

: It doesn’t matter. I’ll cut off the balls of the bastard who killed the youngest, and I’ll just die.

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: This kid right now-!

└[Sword Immortal Yeo Dong-bin]

: The youngest was my only successor to the Cheon-dun Sword Technique. How could I have any regrets about life when the youngest is dead?

└[Nine Heavenly Wise Women]

: A fairyland without a youngest is meaningless. The girl too········· I’ll tear her apart and kill her!!!

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: Hey you damn bastards! Wake up! The old man is going to confront the Primordial Heavenly Lord right now… no, he’s gone to meet him. It won’t be too late to move after the old man arrives!

└[Sword Immortal Yeo Dong-bin]

: Please don’t stop me. If you keep stopping me, I’ll kill you even if you’re a teacher.

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: What? Are you crazy?! Your eyes are rolling back, can’t you see anything? Yeah! Just give it a try!

└[Sword Immortal Yeo Dong-bin]

: Heavenly Sword Technique.

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: Seebural is really a teacher!

└[Sword Immortal Yeo Dong-bin]

: First call.

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: Hey, you piece of shit! Get a grip! Hey, Yeo Dong-bin! Restore your rolled-up eyes to their original state!!

└[Hyeonhyeonja (玄玄子) Jang Sam-bong]

: Hey, this is Daeracheon!! Senior Dongbin!!! This is Daeracheon where the Wonsicheonjon resides!!!

└[Gwangyeongja (廣零子) abuse]

: It’s too late!! My eyes are already spinning!!

└[Purple House Immortal Gwangseongja]

: Everyone brace for shock!!!

└[Auxiliary Emperor Wang Zhongyang]

: Emergency!!! Super emergency!!!

And there was silence for a moment.

Heavenly Sword Technique.

First call.

Annihilation Hwaryong Cham (滅殺fire dragon attack).

KWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-!!!!

A tremendous amount of fire energy is released beyond the folding screen.

Suddenly, I was so surprised that I threw the folding screen without realizing it. Eungseon was also startled and flew up onto the roof as if he was fainting.

Hwaruk, hwarurururuk!

A maddening flame was emanating from above the folding screen.

The expression, “a catastrophe of eons······” was exactly right.

The incredible power of Yeo Dong-bin’s Cheon-dun Sword Technique is being released even beyond the scroll.

This is what happens beyond the folding screen.

Then, what would its actual power be······I couldn’t even dare to imagine.

“So, this is the Cheon-dun sword technique that I will learn?”

······I could immediately understand why there had been no successor to Yeo Dong-bin for so many years.

This was not the kind of thing that could be defined by the concept of ‘martial arts.’

After a while, the fire died down and I carefully unfolded the folding screen again.

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: What the heck! Are you guys okay?

└[Auxiliary Emperor Wang Zhongyang]

: I’m barely alive······. The other kids···!

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: What? Sam Bong-ah! Dae Tong-ah! Saint! Breathe, breathe! Yeo Dong-bin, you crazy bastard! No, wait. Isn’t that the Emperor of Heaven, the lover of the Hwangcheonhou?

└[Auxiliary Emperor Wang Zhongyang]

: It seems like the Antarctic Jangsaengdaeje and Taeeulgugocheonjondo are coming too···..

└[Emperor Divine Right]

: Hey, you little punk! Since you turned the world upside down, all the immortals of the four circles have gathered!

The term ‘Sa-eo (四圄) Immortals’ refers to the ‘four immortals’ who most closely assist the ‘Prime Heavenly Lord.’

They were called the Samcheong Saeo (三淸四圄), and they were immortals who could be compared to the three immortals of Samcheong······but.

└[Sword Immortal Yeo Dong-bin]

: So what should I do? If even a Four-Circle Immortal blocks my path, I will simply strike him.

It seemed like Yeo Dong-bin had decided to just go ahead and do it.

If I left it like this, I felt like I was going to get in big trouble.

Actually, I think there’s already been a lot of trouble······..

I gulped and swallowed.

And then he raised his trembling hands and wrote a message on the scroll.

└[Cheongun]

: Seniors! I’m alive!!

Stop.

Time froze for a moment.

I took the folding chair and threw it into the missionary’s yard.

And then he sat on the roof and called out to Eungseon, who was still shaking with surprise.

“Eungseon-ah, let’s get ready.”

Then, Eungseon suddenly flew next to me. And then, Eungseon prepared for battle again with a bird-like momentum.

I too clench my fists and prepare for battle.

“It’s the second round.”

Puderduderduderduderduder!!!

The ‘second battle’ with the crazy exploding clapper began.