Episode 3: What is your wish?
I opened my eyes.
I have opened and closed my eyes countless times throughout my life, but there has never been a time when I was more desperate than this time.
I hope we can go back to a time when all of that can be undone.
please!
And what unfolded before my eyes was a sight that compensated for all the hardships I had experienced before returning.
I was standing on a non-stage as wide as a square.
Huge statues of evil spirits were visible beyond the thousands of warriors who filled the audience. The red, blue, and yellow three-colored demon statues appeared to be clashing with each other around the training ground. Their huge swords, swords, and fists served as an unarmed roof.
And beyond that, I saw an even bigger statue standing tall in the distance. The black demon statue proudly looking down at the world with its arms crossed was the symbol of the Heavenly Demon God religion.
âBack to the past!â
My heart started pounding like it was going to burst.
âWaaaa!â
Shouts came from all directions, as if celebrating my return. Demons from the Heavenly Demon Church were filling up the area around the training hall.
âNow that I think about it, today is!â
At that time, a man came up onto the non-stage from across the street.
âItâs the day of the new demon battle.â
Around this time, my father suddenly announced that the next religious leader would not be limited to his own blood relatives.
The announcement shook the school. Now, if you have the skills, you can become a Heavenly Demon.
As if to give more strength to his presentation, his father held a dance competition for the students in the second half of the school year. That is the Shinma Saengtu.
And the winner of Shinma Jaengtu was given the opportunity to challenge one of your two sons.
It was said that whoever wins between the winner and his son, Cheonma will grant him one wish.
So, how hot was the heat of the battle between gods and demons? A large number of young students from the school participated and competed.
After ten days of intense competition, the winner of the competition emerged, and the opponent he chose was me.
âGeommugeuk (ćçĄæ„”)! âSword dance!â
The soldiers chanted my name. The very name that the ghost wanted to know so much. I am Geommugeuk, the youngest of Cheonmaâs two sons.
As the warriors cheered on the sword dance, the competition winner, his opponent, frowned.
âjoy! After this match, the name you shout will change. âNo matter how much you do, I wonât look at you.â
At the time, I felt bad that he chose me. Because it meant that he viewed me more easily than his brother.
But in hindsight, there was another reason why he chose me.
âHow about abstaining right now?â
He was already confident of victory.
Actually, I lost this match.
It wasnât because I lacked skill. It was because of the other partyâs petty plan. The opponent had captured my kitchen master and poisoned my rice with a poison that temporarily rendered me unable to use my energy.
It was not a typical acid poison. It was a special acid-gong poison that was completely fine when it was just there, but when it became a violent situation like rain, it dissipated my energy. I found out later. This is an acid poison called Heubi (é»ćŠ), which was developed and secretly distributed in the market by Sado Maeng.
Anyway, after losing the fight that day, I told my father about it, but he didnât say anything. Rather, I remember that he gave me a look of reprimand, asking if I had been fooled by that ruse.
Afterwards, I threw several irrational moves one after another to make up for todayâs loss.
The enemies at that time were not my older brother or other successor candidates. My enemy was impatience and wounded pride. When I close my eyes, I think of my fatherâs pitiful look in my eyes.
A series of mistakes and failures led me to stumble over my own feet and become distant from the battle for succession.
It all started with todayâs defeat.
My first words at that fateful turning point were these.
âWhat was your name?â
At that moment, laughter erupted from those around them, and the other personâs expression hardened. He probably thought he was making fun of me, but I really couldnât remember his name.
âIgnoring me, Gu Pyeong-ho, is the same as insulting Master!â
âOh, right. âIt was Gu Pyeong-ho.â
Gu Pyeong-ho, the fifth of the seven disciples of Gucheonpa, a blood-cheon sword demon and one of the eight demons. You probably donât know it, but he probably won the Shinma Battle by using all kinds of cowardly tricks.
âLook, you have to speak straight. âIâm ignoring you. Why are you dragging your master in?â
At that moment, laughter broke out among the soldiers. It was the laughter of the demons on the Ilhwa Geomjon side who were not on good terms with Hyeolcheon Doma.
âHey Confucius! âSeeing how you upset me like this, I guess youâre confident in your skills.â
I ignored his words and looked at Cheonma sitting at the head table in the distance.
Even in a place where there were thousands of people, he clearly showed his presence, saying, âI am here.â
If you take a person who does not know his father and ask him to find the Heavenly Demon here, he will definitely find his father. My fatherâs presence was like seeing a blood-red circle in a black and white painting.
On either side of my father were the eight masters of Palmazon, representing our school. They only humbled themselves because their father was by their side, but they were also people with a powerful presence.
My father and I made eye contact. I read this feeling in my fatherâs eyes toward me.
How will you get out of this difficulty?
It was a look in my eyes that I had never felt at the time.
âah! âMy father already knew that I had suffered from acid poisoning.â
He was pretending to be indifferent and unaware of the succession dispute, but I would have guessed that he was fully aware of it all.
I could see that the same incident as the past was happening, but in a completely different situation.
âYou knew everything, right? If thatâs the caseâŠ.â
Itâs a bad idea to tell someone after being treated like before.
Since we have been defeated by the Communist Party of Korea, it is a grave decision to postpone the match.
It is best to win without any internal skills.
Of course, we have to use the best strategy. Because I wasnât the messy-haired kid back then. Because I have lived a much longer life than my father.
In fact, Gu Pyeong-ho is only an enemy even if he fights without any internal skills.
But I couldnât show my skills with so many demons watching.
I raised my hand high and caught everyoneâs attention.
And then he spoke as loudly as he could.
âI will speak confidently in this gathering of our schoolâs heroes. I will face Gu Pyeong-ho without using my strength! âI am confident that I will win even without using my strength!â
There was silence for a moment at my declaration, and then a thunderous roar broke out.
âWaaaaaa!â
On the other hand, Gu Pyeong-hoâs face was noticeably distorted. I never thought I would come out like this. You might want to ask this.
âHow did you know you had been poisoned by industrial poison? Itâs a poison that only works when a fight breaks out.
Are you really crazy curious?
In any case, it would be a coward to use internal energy alone in this situation.
Goo Pyeong-ho, overcome with embarrassment, shouted with a red face.
âIf this Confucius behaves like that, I will not use my inner skills either.â
He reacted as I expected.
A few of his followers clapped, but there were no shouts. That choice turned an exciting fight between those with skill and those without into a boring fight between those without skill. I could even hear a sighing sigh.
Gu Pyeong-ho was embarrassed, and his embarrassment turned into anger toward me.
âHey Confucius! Even if you donât use internal energy, youâd better be careful because my sword doesnât have eyes.â
I was examining my body while heeding his warning. The unfamiliar feeling of having a young body was taking over me. The sword I was using at the time felt as light as a toy.
âWill this body really follow my thoughts?â
Gu Pyeong-ho pulled out his sword with great vigor, but on the contrary, I released my sword and placed it on the floor. Because if I use a sword, there is a higher chance that my skills will be revealed.
Then shouts broke out again. Isnât it the nature of demons to completely ignore others and cheer when they ridicule them?
Naturally, Gu Pyeong-hoâs anger exploded.
âI wonât kill you because you are the cult leaderâs flesh and blood, but I will take away one of your arms!â
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Pyeong-ho ran toward me, narrowed the distance, and struck me with his sword, aiming for my shoulder.
Love love!
I looked at the flying blade until the end and twisted the new type at the last moment to avoid it.
âGood, good!â
I had no hope that my body would move as I wanted. My body responded immediately and was faster and more agile than expected. It felt like my body was saying this.
-Did you forget? This is you when you were young, right?
There was a time when I felt like I could run all day and crush anything with my clenched fists.
âAt this age, my heart was beating so vigorously!â
I couldnât help but laugh. I was so happy that I wanted to cheer.
Gu Pyeong-ho saw my smile and became even more crazy.
âIs this crazy bastard laughing?â
Gu Pyeong-ho, whose eyes rolled back, blatantly swung his sword, aiming for a vital point. Since he was a guy who could use his internal energy to unleash his sword, I didnât waste any more time.
I rushed into the guyâs chest, dodging the sword that was persistently trying to cut off my arm.
Gu Pyeong-ho defended himself with an urgent sigh, but my elbow was already stuck in his solar plexus.
puck!
He followed Gu Pyeong-ho, who was bouncing backwards, like a shadow.
My fists hit one after another. The first quick punch hit the guyâs nose, and the heavy second punch broke his ribs. No matter how much we donât use our inner skills, we are martial artists who have learned martial arts since we were young. There was no way his body could withstand hitting a cow with his bare fists.
Iâm not finished with this.
I grabbed the wrist of the guy who fell down with a scream.
âWith which hand did you release the poison? âIs this your hand?â
I jumped up holding his arm and hit him with his head.
Boom.
With the strength that came from the soles of my feet and through my entire body, I used my knees as leverage to break his arm.
Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
My wrists, elbows and shoulders were completely crushed by the shock wave that rushed like a tsunami.
âAaaahhh!â
Even if it wasnât a harrowing scream, everyone could tell. The arm and shoulder on the side where the sword was used were completely crushed, so it is impossible to recover.
Cheers erupted from all directions.
âWaaaaaa!â
Everyone was satisfied because it was not a clumsy match, but a clear victory with something to see.
The demons on the Hyeolcheon Doma side booed, but they were drowned out by the unstoppable cheers.
Hyeolcheon Doma, who was sitting in the middle of the chair, just observed the situation without showing any expression even though his disciple was destroyed.
When the heat, shouts, and groans of pain subsided, my father finally stood up. The red dragon embroidered on my fatherâs pure white dragon robe seemed as if it would ascend to heaven at any moment.
Palmazon, who was with him, stood up all at once.
Wow.
As if waves were flowing, all the demons in the hall stood up and paid respect to the Absolute.
The Heavenly Demon Geomwoojin (ććźç).
The strongest of this era.
âŠNot yet.
My father looked at me. It was a gaze so powerful it seemed as if it would pierce through my body.
At that time, I was very afraid of my father. In particular, I donât think Iâve ever properly looked into those intense eyes that seemed to look down on a person. If so, would you have had a proper conversation?
In the end, my perception of my father was made up of guesses, prejudices, and rumors.
I want to say this to my past self.
When it comes to human relationships, donât imagine them on your own. Look straight and listen carefully. The answer is not within you. Because the other person is over there.
I didnât avoid my fatherâs gaze.
Whatâs so scary about that expression? There is only one human being who tries not to lose his authority over the ten thousand demons amidst numerous challenges and tricks aimed at his position. Thatâs why itâs just callousness and bluntness. I see things now that I didnât see then.
âWhat is your wish?â
My fatherâs heavy bass voice was heard by everyone even without much emphasis, and had the power to make those who heard it feel intimidated.
Everyone listened to my answer. In particular, the Palmazons next to me were paying keen attention to what kind of answer I would give.
âMy wish isâŠâ
I didnât expect to return to today, so I followed my instinct.
âI want to go hunting with my father.â
My father was startled, probably because it was unexpected. The demons who were watching also murmured. I never thought I would say such a wish. Since he would not grant his wish to become a successor, he would have expected him to at least want a treasured sword or a military rank.
âHunting with me?â
âyes. Alone with my father. I heard that my father enjoyed hunting when he was young. âI want to take this opportunity to learn hunting.â
My father stared at me in silence for a moment and then spoke bluntly.
âDeparture is tomorrow morning.â
After speaking, my father walked away.
In the black and white picture, the red Heavenly Demon walked alone and all the Demons bowed their heads. In the place where thousands of people gathered, not even a sound could be heard.
When Cheonma and Palmazon left that place, you could finally hear the harsh sounds of their words.
âYou idiot. âI just wanted to make that wishâŠâ
When I turned around, I saw Gu Pyeong-ho being carried by the executioners with his arms hanging limply.
I scratched my head and said to the guy.
âsorry. âWhat was your name?â
Gu Pyeong-ho, who was ignored until the end, did evil.
âAaaah! Kill that guy! execution! âPlease kill me!â
But when the fight was over, no one attacked me. They just glared at me coldly and left, taking Gu Pyeong-ho with them.
âNow that Iâm back, your life wonât be fun anymore.â
I was grateful to Heaven for sending me to the most important turning point in my life. I was also grateful to the ghost who perfected Dafa even though he tried to betray me.
âThank you so much.â
I looked up at the sky as blue as my age and smiled brightly.