Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 10



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 10

Overtime (1)

The concepts that Ilmok knew as Seo Ji-hoon. It is impossible to write in Chinese characters the concepts of Donghak and other things that Ilmok arbitrarily linked to the doctrines of Cheonmasingyo.

That’s why I wrote down those concepts in Korean so that only I could understand them.

Jin Ha-yeon, who was looking at it sharply as if trying to analyze the password, soon gave up on the analysis and spoke.

“Was Confucius originally a Confucian scholar preparing for the imperial examination? I think that this kind of code would be created by someone who is accustomed to studying.”

“How could an orphan like me have the capacity to prepare for the civil service examination? The elder who entrusted me with this job when I was an orphan taught me letters, telling me to do greater things after I became an adult. These are codes that I came up with while learning letters from the elder to find a more efficient way to study.”

Ilmok blurted out the excuse he had prepared since he had first thought of this plan. It was an excuse he had thought of in advance, since using such words would risk raising suspicion.

However, the reason why Ilmok showed her Hangul was not simply for writing purposes.

* * *

That night.

After studying in the morning, practicing external skills, learning martial arts from Cheonma, and then finishing the cool torture and bathing rituals served by the psychopath aspirant.

“Confucius, I have prepared candles, ink, a brush, and blank books in your room.”

“Thank you. If you do, you may also go in now, young lady.”

After saying a farewell that wasn’t really a farewell to Jin Ha-yeon, I headed to my room.

In the first place, the residence of Jin Ha-yeon, who became my wife, was another building located in Pungamjeon, so it was no different from the house next door.

“Phew.”

I let out a small sigh as I looked at the candles lighting up the room that should have been dark.

Before I finally went to sleep, one last task awaited me.

Perhaps the most important task for surviving here.

The last task written at the end of my schedule was simple.

[Hae-shi-ban (9:00 PM – 10:00 PM) – Review and sleep]

Originally, it was put in as a review time for entering the Magic Hall, but now its purpose has changed.

Admission to the Magic Academy is important, but if I focused too much on studying the Cheonmabiryok, I would run the risk of becoming a cult member myself.

I sat down in front of a table with a candle in it, picked up a brush, and began writing on a blank book.

– Day 1 of the Cheonmasingyo life.

So the last thing that changed for me was my diary.

– Cheonmasingyo is a crazy cult.

To have a conversation with myself and prevent myself from becoming unknowingly absorbed in a cult.

― There are some really crazy people in Sunja’s theory of the origin of evil and Maitreya. What? Heavenly Demon saves all living beings? Oh my. These crazy quacks.

If I were caught writing something like this, my balls would probably be in danger. However, I was confident that I wouldn’t get caught.

― What about that cult? What? You’re going to kill me in a year? That’s why cults are dangerous. Seo Ji-hoon. Wake up. You must never be tainted by them.

Even if Jin Ha-yeon searched through my room and found this diary and read it, there would be no problem.

Because the diary was written in Korean.

That’s why I showed Hangul to Jin Ha-yeon during the morning religious study time. I used the excuse of ‘a code for studying.’

Even if she looked at this diary, she couldn’t help but think of it as just a trace of review.

In the first place, it was written on the schedule that we would review during this time.

― That old lady is also a problem. No, if it’s hard to get out of bed, you should have said that first! You only talk about the side effects, what are you going to do if you learn some kind of internal energy method and then say that!

I’ve been writing down my diary for a while, pouring out the anger and distrust I’ve accumulated over the past two days towards cults.

“Whew. I feel like I can live now.”

Feeling much more at ease, I closed my diary and went to bed.

* * *

For the next few days, my work went on like a hamster wheel.

Just as I wrote on my schedule.

After about 10 days had passed like that.

“Hehehe. Progress is faster than I thought.”

“Thanks to the teacher’s teachings.”

Today, after receiving the new teachings of the Talmamujeonggeom from the master, and while finishing up the training, the master suddenly brought up a story.

“Do you have any urgent plans this afternoon?”

“… As always, I’m going to briefly review what I learned today and then go to sleep.”

“Hehehe. Well then, let’s put off studying for today and come to this old man’s palace. Shouldn’t we start saying hello to the executioners now?”

Come to think of it, I heard from Jin Ha-yeon the first day that I have death sentences.

It was said that up until now, there was no disciple of Cheonma who failed to enter the Magic Academy with honors.

Until now, I was so busy saving my own life that I didn’t pay much attention to it, but after listening to the teacher’s story, one question came to mind.

‘Usually, when a youngest disciple appears, don’t you introduce him to your older siblings first?’

The place I just woke up in is a medieval martial arts fantasy world.

It was a world where the term “military unity” was not a joke or the nonsense of old farts.

In other words, a teacher and a student were no different than a father and his son, so it was only natural that if a new son was born, he would tell his brothers.

‘…Because they are pseudo-religious, they don’t follow Confucian doctrines, is that it?’

Did my face show that I was thinking those things?

“Hehehe. I guess you’re curious as to why I’m introducing the death sentences now.”

The teacher knew what I was thinking and asked me that.

But, I couldn’t just answer ‘yes’ to that.

“Ahem. I thought the Master had a purpose in mind.”

The will of the Heavenly Horse is always the truth.

If I answer wrong even once, Jin Ha-yeon, who is standing behind me, might start dancing with her sword.

It wasn’t a sword dance to kill me, but it meant that I could do a suicide show saying, ‘My lord, my education was lacking!’

‘… Now that I think about it, I’ve heard that psychopaths put themselves first and can’t understand other people’s emotions, but this guy is a bit special.’

It wasn’t me that was the top priority, but Cheonma that was the top priority. It felt like I couldn’t feel any emotions other than those related to Cheonma.

It seemed like a fusion of a psychic and a psychopath, and something bizarre was born.

“Hahaha. You are saying something wonderful. As you said, there was a reason. All four of you have temporarily left the school due to the mission that this master has given you. And since you have all returned to the headquarters today, wouldn’t it be good to have a meal together and say hello?”

Honestly, I wanted to refuse.

I have to pass the entrance examination for the Magic Academy with only one year of preparation, so where would I have time to play?

However, as a follower of the Cheonma Sect, how could I dare to reject Cheonma’s offer?

“I will make sure to do so.”

I lowered my head and thought to myself,

‘I want to record overtime work.’

I bet even the company dinner was overtime.

* * *

After all, right after finishing my training with the master, I was immediately given a blood test and a bath by Jin Ha-yeon, which was different from usual.

Since she couldn’t open her mouth during the interrogation, I asked her questions while I was being given a bath, which I had become accustomed to.

“How much do you know about the people on death row?”

This was a very important issue.

After taking a bath, I’m about to attend a company dinner.

It was a company dinner called ‘Welcoming New Employees.’ And the ‘new employee’ being welcomed at that dinner was me.

As the youngest, shouldn’t I have some idea of ​​the characteristics of my superiors?

Of course, my position was a bit odd for me to be called the ‘youngest’. Even if you just look at Jin Ha-yeon, who was currently serving me, she was my subordinate.

However, this situation was quite familiar to me.

‘Even if you are a new 7th grade civil servant, your rank is higher than that of a 9th grade civil servant.’

In military terms, I was a newly commissioned second lieutenant. The non-commissioned officers and regular soldiers were below me in rank.

Well, in order to prevent the new lieutenant from losing his mind and doing something crazy like casting ‘Sergeant, get down on your hands!’, even if he was a higher rank, he had to know how to get along with people of lower ranks.

But this time, it’s a dinner with superiors, not subordinates.

Even.

‘Dinner with people who might kill me.’

If you think about it, it’s natural. There are many disciples, but there is only one position called Cheonma.

I don’t know how long the Master will live, but when that time comes, competition among the four disciples is bound to arise.

Even this place is a gathering place for the mentally ill and a cult.

It was said that this was a gathering of people who would not be surprised if they cut off each other’s balls in the ‘fight for the position of religious leader’.

So, there is one thing that is most important to me at the dinner today.

‘It shows that he has no interest in being a leader.’

I had to appeal that I was harmless.

Someone might ask, shouldn’t we just give the line to the one who looks the strongest?

It was stupid.

Although lining up has the advantage of allowing for rapid promotion when done well, it also carries the risk of falling into the abyss the moment one missteps.

Conversely, if you don’t have anyone to pull you over and no one is pulling you over, your promotion may be slow, but the risk of falling into the abyss will be reduced.

As the saying goes, it’s about becoming an eternal exaggeration.

Of course, in modern society, being a perennial manager is a position that always has to fight with anxiety.

‘I don’t know who will be the next leader, but I don’t think the position of the leader’s disciple will be cut off or kicked out.’

In particular, as the Master still seemed to be in good spirits, there was a great danger that the balance of power would be reversed later.

Well, it’s not like I didn’t think about aiming for the position of Cheonma.

‘I don’t have the strength right now, so it’s safer not to pull the trigger.’

In the midst of having to risk my life for the entrance exam for the Magic Academy that would be held a year later, competing with the death row inmates who had already graduated from the Magic Academy with the highest honors was no different from committing suicide.

In that sense, appealing to incompetence wasn’t a bad strategy.

‘The so-called youngest disciple’s strategy of hiding his talent.’

While I was thinking about that, Jin Ha-yeon, who was applying the plaster to my body, opened her mouth in an indifferent tone.

“Currently, Cheonma has four disciples, including Ilmok Gongja. In order, the great disciple and first disciple, Wei Zhenxue Gongja. The third disciple, Xu Wanping Gongja. The sixth disciple, Zhong Lichu Gongja. Lastly, the eighth disciple, Ilmok Gongja.”

“I am the eighth disciple, so why are there only three death sentences left?”

In response to my question, she finished applying the plastering on her arms, moved to her back, and answered while applying more plastering on her back.

“I heard that the Duke of Yi passed away from a stroke of luck.”

“… … .”

As my body shivers at the cool feeling on my spine, I feel her hands tickling my spine.

“I heard that the Four Princes lost their lives in a fight with the Jeongpa during a mission. Later, Heavenly Demon took revenge on them, so I think that their vengeful spirit was appeased a little. And the Five Princes returned to the state of being possessed by the devil, and the Seven Princes fought a close battle to the point of life and death in an attempt to attain enlightenment.”

“Ahem. Oh, I see.”

I answered her abruptly, cutting her off.

Four out of eight disciples died. The survival rate was only five percent. Two out of the four who died died from possession by the devil.

‘Where on earth has this crazy old man taken me?’

After a long time, resentment and anger towards the teacher welled up.

“Ahem. Ha, so what are the relationships between the remaining disciples? Do you know which disciple the Master trusts the most?”

“After all, wouldn’t you trust Confucius Wei Jin-hak the most, who has been your disciple for the longest time?”

After that, I received brief information about the death sentences while receiving bathing care from Jin Ha-yeon.

“You can wear this.”

And she put on some neat clothes that looked different from the ones she usually wore for training, and went out to the Pungamjeon.

While walking around the grounds of the Cheonmasingyo under her guidance, she stopped in front of a large hall.

When she held out something like a badge to the gatekeepers guarding the pavilion, they checked the badge, gave me a slight bow, and made way for her.

And then we follow her for a moment, walking through the vast hallways inside the palace.

She stopped in front of the largest door at the end of the hallway.

“You can come in here.”

She lowered her head and said, as if she could not enter the room in front of here.

Gulp.

I swallowed hard and opened the door, trying to keep a calm expression.

From now on, it was overtime time, with my future and life at stake. No, it was company dinner time.