Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 1



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 1

Nukkalhyeop

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Work-life balance. A life value that was once popular along with YOLO.

Unlike YOLO, which has been treated as a thing of the past these days, work-life balance is still an expression that is used occasionally.

And I considered work-life balance as my top priority when choosing a career.

I had no intention of becoming incredibly rich. No, to be honest, I didn’t think it was possible to become incredibly rich by working like crazy, whether it was at a big company or anywhere else.

If I could just earn enough money to support myself, I would like to live a quiet life, enjoying my hobbies.

If I had to work 80 hours a week to earn 800 dollars a month, I would rather earn 300 dollars a month and work 40 hours a week.

And in the early and mid-2010s, when I was entering the job market, the symbol of work-life balance was, without a doubt, the civil servant position.

Unlike private companies, there was no need to worry about being laid off or the company going under, and unlike regular employees who were fed up with bullying and overtime at work, leaving work at 6 o’clock was considered routine for civil servants.

So in a word.

“Who knew this would happen? What the fuck… .”

I was deceived by vain delusions.

Civil servants leaving work on time? It was a ridiculous idea. It might have been possible in the past, but it was not possible at all now.

Are you uncomfortable with having to watch what your boss thinks while worrying about getting fired from a private company?

I didn’t know it then. That instead of me getting cut, that bastard wouldn’t get cut either.

Of course, in this day and age, if you were to say something like that, the answer you would get was obvious.

– So? Who threatened you with a knife to make you a civil servant?

Yeah. It’s not like anyone was threatening me with a knife.

Because I crawled in here on my own two feet because I liked it.

But, no matter what.

If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn’t have become a civil servant.

-Nukalhyeop

Where did it go wrong?

Are you preparing for the civil service exam while obsessed with vain delusions?

Since you are already preparing for the civil service exam, did you invest more time to take the 7th grade exam since the 9th grade exam seems to have a low salary?

I prepared for 3 years to become a 7th grade civil servant, so I couldn’t quit, so I kept going, and before I knew it, it’s already been 5 years?

“When are you getting off work today… .”

As I was mumbling to myself, a familiar noise pierced my ears.

“Hey, you can’t come in here!”

“If you keep doing this, I’ll call the police!”

“If you guys can’t do it, then call your higher-ups!! Higher-ups!! Before I kill you all, you fucking bitches!!”

At first glance, it seemed like the issue was related to the complainant.

I turned my head toward the noise without thinking much, and saw an old man trying to come in and arguing with some people.

And unfortunately, the moment I turned my gaze, I made eye contact with Chief Lee Ji-yeon, who was arguing with the complainant.

“Director Seo Ji-hoon!”

At her scream, the complainant’s gaze naturally turns to me.

‘Ha. You’ve got aggro.’

The moment I made eye contact with the complainant, it was obvious that the situation would only get worse.

Still, I turned my head to the side, remembering my last hope.

‘Wow. What the heck. Is this a jjambbap car?’

The team leader, who could be called my laughing stock, had already left his position and was hiding.

“Are you the funniest?”

At the question posed by the old man who was glaring at me fiercely, I sighed inwardly and approached him.

“I’m not laughing. First, calm down a bit and then tell me. What’s the matter?”

In response to my question, the old man screamed loudly.

The entire sentence was filled with profanity, making it difficult to understand what was being said.

Perhaps out of consideration for me, Chief Lee Ji-yeon briefly explained the situation.

“This time, an official document came down and the basic livelihood security recipient limit changed, right? Because of that problem… .”

“ah….”

It seemed that they had come to protest being excluded from the list of basic welfare recipients.

There was once a trend in movies, dramas, and novels: the rich are evil, and the poor are good.

But the reality was not like that.

The anger and truth of those who have no room left in their lives, who say that people’s hearts are in the granary, are beyond imagination.

“I don’t want to do it?

The words, “I pay taxes too,” rose to the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t bring myself to say them.

But, perhaps because she still lacked the experience, Secretary Lee Ji-yeon eventually couldn’t hold it in any longer and ended up talking back.

“No, who doesn’t pay taxes? And what the fuck, bitch, speak nicely.”

I felt like I was going to let out a sigh.

‘I don’t think it was like this a year ago.’

The flowery appearance of her when she had just been appointed a year ago had long since disappeared.

She spent the first month in tears, suffering from complaints every day, but after three months, she completely turned black.

And while she, with her life-weary face, was arguing with the complainant.

‘Report to the police?’

I asked that question with my eyes to Chief Secretary Kim Chang-seok, who was standing next to him.

‘I reported it. It will be here soon.’

The gaze of Chief Secretary Kim Chang-seok, who nodded, contained such meaning.

How can you have a conversation like that just by looking at each other?

This should only happen once or twice.

‘I guess I just need to buy some time.’

The moment I held back a sigh and turned my head towards the complainant again.

Sigh.

A strange sound pierced my ears.

The sensation that came immediately after was pain.

“Ugh… .”

Suddenly, I lowered my head toward my abdomen, the epicenter of the pain, and there was a piece of sashimi digging into my stomach.

‘You brought a knife?’

Why didn’t anyone know about this?

Such a trivial thought came to mind first.

Well, who would have guessed that I would get stabbed while working?

“Gyaaaahh …

Immediately after, Chief Lee Ji-yeon’s ear-piercing scream rang out.

“Eek.”

The complainant who stabbed me in the stomach pulled out the knife with an equally surprised expression.

“Ugh… .”

As the sword blocking the hole in his stomach is pulled out, blood gushes out from his stomach.

I quickly tried to block the hole with both hands, but for some reason, I felt like all the strength was leaving my body.

Eventually, my legs gave out and I fell to the floor, slowly losing consciousness.

* * *

Early morning.

A young man who had been groaning in his sleep kicked off the blanket and raised his upper body.

When he woke up, he muttered in a tone that did not match his appearance.

“Ha. It’s been a while since I had a dream, but it feels so damn real.”

Seo Ji-hoon. No, the young man who goes by the name Ilmok here had a strange experience a year ago.

The moment I woke up, my personality changed into that of a modern-day South Korean man named Seo Ji-hoon.

At first I thought I was dreaming, but as a day, two days, and a month passed, those thoughts began to fade.

‘Reincarnation. No, is it possession?’

If it had been since I was a baby, then I wouldn’t know. When I opened my eyes, I was already fourteen years old, so it felt more like a possession than reincarnation.

Perhaps because the memory of his death as Seo Ji-hoon was so vivid, he often had nightmares about that experience even after his possession.

However, after I got used to living here to some extent, the frequency decreased.

But today, for some reason, I had that dream again after half a year.

*

“Tsk. I should go do some work.”

I woke up early in the morning, but my brain was so shocked by the nightmare that I couldn’t fall back to sleep.

A year after waking up here, it may have felt strange for a fifteen-year-old boy to be working, but in ‘this world’ it was nothing special.

Because the world I had seen at first glance was not modern times.

‘I never thought I’d wake up in the world of martial arts.’

As someone who values ​​work-life balance, I used to enjoy reading web novels and webtoons. Well, it’s more like I enjoyed them because work-life balance wasn’t maintained.

As a busy modern person, reading webtoons and web novels on public transportation during commuting hours was a great way to relieve stress.

Anyway, thanks to that experience, I was able to adapt to the world of martial arts without much difficulty.

Honestly, I did have that thought.

‘Did I leave a malicious comment on a martial arts novel without even knowing it?’

I wondered if I had been dragged into the novel that I had written malicious comments about.

However, after looking into it in various ways, apart from the fact that this was a martial arts world, it didn’t really have much to do with the novels I’d read. There weren’t any main characters or main villains that I remembered.

Eventually, I gave up my foolishness and adapted to this world and lived my life as usual.

For fuck’s sake, the only thing I ever saw was an orphan.

After recalling my memories, I realized that I wasn’t an orphan from birth, but became an orphan a few months before I was possessed.

There wasn’t much a child who became an orphan at the age of fourteen could do, so I had no choice but to take up the job of a salesman to make a living.

And once I actually started doing this, it wasn’t that difficult.

The two most important things a Jeomsoi needs in this world are discernment and patience.

First, you had to figure out the guest’s wealth or ability just by looking at their appearance, clothing, and movements.

If you bring in the wrong customer for no reason, or if they run away after eating without paying, Jeomsoi will have to bear all the losses.

However, if you simply kick them out or ignore them because they look like rags, you could be in big trouble.

Because while his clothes were worn and dusty from the long journey, there was a risk that he was actually a martial arts master or came from a very capable family.

And the reason patience was needed was simple.

It was because of the customers’ tyranny. Even in this world of martial arts, it was almost like a lawless zone.

In other words, it was a neighborhood where it wouldn’t have been strange for someone to get stabbed in the stomach if they couldn’t stand the tyranny of a customer and talked back to him.

‘I can’t let something like this happen to me again after it happened to me once in my past life.’

In that sense, my ability as a civil servant for five years was more than enough to handle the situation.

He had the patience that grew from being treated by the people he was dealing with, and he also had the wit to survive in the damned rigid civil service society.

And I made full use of that ability and started working early in the morning.

First, I start the day by going out to the yard with the weather and sweeping the entrance to the guest house with a broom.

After that, I went back inside the inn and was wiping the table and cleaning the floor when I saw the inn owner, Mr. Tae-Hyeon, coming down.

“Hmm? Ichimoku. You woke up earlier than usual today.”

“I woke up without realizing it, and while I was up, I was doing some cleaning.”

“Hahahaha. If I could just find one more person like you, our Cheongpung Inn could become the best inn in Cheonyang County.”

I smiled faintly at Taehyun’s words.

I woke up in the body of a fourteen-year-old orphan, and the reason I was able to survive until now was because of that old man’s help.

More than just hiring them as a place to work, they also provided them with a place to sleep and food.

Even the cursor tells me to get a more respectable job and teaches me how to read. Where can I find a better benefactor than this?

After saying hello to Mr. Taehyun, I got back to cleaning and it was time to start my morning business.

They take orders from guests who come to the inn, place the orders with the inn owner and chef, and serve the food the chef prepares to the guests.

And after the guests leave, we clear the table and welcome new guests.

Dozens of times, repeating the same actions like a hamster running on a wheel.

“Phew. Is this the end of morning business?”

As the flow of customers that had been filling the guest room stopped, I wiped my forehead and sighed.

Now, all that was left to do was clear away the plates from the last customers, and the morning’s work was over. Then there was a short break before dinner service began.

I thought about taking a nap for a bit, but I didn’t really feel the need to.

Even though the job of a salesperson is physically demanding, it wasn’t difficult at all.

You might think it’s because I’m used to it, but it’s always been like this since I first started doing this.

‘Is it because I’m young? I don’t get tired.’

Even though I woke up early today and started work without much sleep, I still felt full of energy.

And when it was time to clear away the last remaining prizes.

“Please bring me just one bowl of noodles, whichever comes out the fastest.”

A sudden order came in.

Although I didn’t feel any sign of anyone entering the guest house, I looked towards where the sound came from and saw an old man sitting at the table.

‘He is a martial artist.’

I knew it instinctively. But that made it even more strange.

I’ve seen many martial artists while working as a salesperson, but they all had an air of unapproachability.

But, the old man didn’t seem to have any momentum.

“Okay, sir.”

Nevertheless, I answered the old man in an extremely polite tone.

Because in this world, if you ignore the warnings sent by your instincts, you never know when you might get stabbed.

“Sir! Can I have some noodles here?”

After I placed my order in the kitchen and some time had passed, a plate of noodles, a teapot, and a teacup arrived from the kitchen.

After carefully placing the noodles and tea on the old man’s table and stepping back, the old man calmly took a sip of tea and put the noodles in his mouth with his chopsticks.

And the old man, who had taken a sip of tea and noodles, opened his mouth in a calm tone.

“Poison. Looks like you’ve stepped on the tail of a blind man.”

“!?”

Before I could even utter the words, ‘What are you talking about?’

Crunch!

An eerie slapping sound was heard from the kitchen.

But I didn’t have time to turn my head towards it.

Centered around the old man, who had been inert until now, an energy as powerful as Mt. Tai flowed out.

And as the old man with the menacing aura was glaring at me, I heard a voice I had never heard before from the kitchen.

“The tail has been taken care of.”

‘Tail? Surely you’re not talking about the old man?’

Without realizing it, such ominous thoughts came to my mind.

The old man, who had been looking me over as if he was assessing my worth, suddenly blurted out something.

“Wow. You’ve got quite a useful body for living in a place like this.”

“??”

Before I could open my mouth to say anything, the old man’s words were very misleading.

Pot.

The old man who had suddenly disappeared from the table appeared right in front of me.

Before I knew it, he had drawn his sword and was pointing it at my neck.

“Choose. To die here or to become my disciple.”

In the midst of the urgency of a martial artist holding a knife to my throat, for some reason, such a silly thought occurred to me.

‘Was the dream I had at dawn a precognitive dream?’

Anyway, it seemed like something was screwed.