Episode 250 The successor of the Shingeombaek family (2)
Baek Woo-jin heard that Baek Cheon-hwa had returned and went to Gaju-jeon, but the door to Gaju-jeon was tightly closed.
“sorry. “The matriarch said she would take a break.”
Kim Jae-hwan, who was standing in front of the door of Gajujeon, lowered his head without any expression, as if he were a doll.
“rest?”
“Because you have been training for a long time, I told you not to let anyone in when you take a break.”
“You always say similar things.”
“sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. “I have to see my father today.”
Baek Woo-jin ignored Kim Jae-hwan and tried to enter the Gaju match.
Cha ja ja jang!
The moment Baek Woo-jin stepped on the stairs, the black swordsman swordsmen hiding in the walls and pillars came out like lightning.
“You will regret it.”
Baek Woo-jin climbed the stairs, ignoring the sharp momentum of the black sword stand. Cold sweat ran down the prosecutors’ foreheads from the heavy energy wave contained in that single step.
“Ugh....”
Kim Jae-hwan gritted his teeth as he faced Baek Woo-jin’s momentum right next to him.
‘You got stronger again?’
Baek Woo-jin’s spirit was even stronger than when he humiliated himself. It is a growth power that is so surprising that one cannot help but be shocked.
-It’s so good! Destroy everything!
“If you block it, you’ll get hurt.”
“Everyone, put away your swords.”
When Baek Woo-jin took his second step, listening to the excited voice of darkness, the door to the family hall opened and a white-haired old man walked out. It was Kang Won-jin, the head of the Black Sword.
“See you, Master.”
Kang Won-jin bowed his head politely to Baek Woo-jin.
“The head of the family told me to come back in three days.”
“Are you saying you said that yourself?”
“yes. “You said you would sing along with other members of your direct line, so I would like you to leave for today.”
“....”
Baek Woo-jin looked into Kang Won-jin’s eyes without saying a word. I couldn’t see anything through my blurry presbyopia, as if there were dark clouds.
‘Tsk...’
However, since he came out so politely, I couldn’t behave anymore.
“All right.”
Baek Woo-jin calmed down and looked up at the door of Gajujeon. The door that seemed so high somehow looked small and shabby.
“Thank you for your understanding.”
“no.”
Baek Woo-jin shook his head and turned his back.
-Hey! I was wondering if you were watching some really bad drama in real life.
‘You’ll see. soon.’
Baek Woo-jin quenched his appetite. The reason I came to Gaju today wasn’t just because I was angry. It was one of acting for the future.
-But as Baek Sung-hyun said, calling them all is because of the successor, right?
‘That’s all there is.’
-What are you going to do? It’s not like I’m going to become the heir and inherit the family.
‘I will not inherit the family, but I must become the successor to the Shingeombaek family.’
Baek Woo-jin spat out the words “successor of the Shingeombaek family” with force.
-If you become the successor, it will be difficult to move freely, right?
‘I guess so. But what I’m aiming for is something different.’
-Something else?
‘The head of the family said that if he becomes the successor, he can make one wish to the head of the family.’
Baek Cheon-woong said that a successor who is recognized by the head of the family can ask for one wish. What they are aiming for is the right to wish.
-Then, with that request....
‘Okay. ‘I’m going to use that favor by creating an unavoidable moment.’
Baek Woo-jin turned around and glared at Ga Joo-jeon, twisting his lips.
“It won’t be long until the throne falls.”
**
As Baek Woo-jin heard from Kang Won-jin, he visited Gajujeon three days later at noon.
In front of the gate of Gajujeon, four direct descendants including Baek Seong-hyun, Baek So-hee, and Baek Ho-jung Baek Myung-hoon were gathered.
“You’re late.”
“I guess you came quickly.”
Baek Woo-jin waved his hand with a displeased look at Baek Seong-hyeon, who said he was late.
“I really like the fact that you don’t give up on a single word.”
“After all that, do you have wild eyes?”
Baek Woo-jin and Baek Seong-hyeon raised their spirits by glaring at each other in front of the gate of Gajujeon.
Coo coo coo coo!
Although it was a windless day, the two people’s forces collided and the trees shook as if they were about to be uprooted.
“Ugh!”
“Hmm...”
The other direct orders were overwhelmed by the force and were unable to say anything, swallowing dry saliva and stepping back.
“This is in front of Gajujeon. “Please gain momentum.”
Kim Jae-hwan, who was guarding the door, sighed softly and approached Baek Woo-jin and Baek Seong-hyeon.
The two captured their momentum by turning their heads.
-That’s funny.
Heukam listened to Baek Cheon-hwa’s words and clearly understood what his intentions were.
-It’s not about conquering the dungeon or being the first to defeat the boss. If you look at the fact that they just ask you to bring the boss’s magic stone...
‘You can do whatever you want, whether you fight or steal.’
It was an unsuitable method for selecting a successor to a prestigious sword family, but considering that the prestigious sword family was a white family, it couldn’t have been a good fit.
“The dungeon opens in two days. “Make sure you prepare well and avoid tarnishing the name of Shingeombaekga.”
“I won’t disappoint you.”
Baek Seong-hyeon knelt down and bowed his head, but Baek Woo-jin did not say anything and only clenched his fists.
“Is there any problem?”
“Isn’t Shandong Province the territory of the Tian Wu Meng?”
“Yes.”
“I have quite a problem with them, while my third brother is friendly with them. “I think it’s unreasonable to call it a test.”
“absurdity? You’re saying something funny. Seonghyeon’s friendship with them and your problems with them are all a result of your own creation.”
-You’re pooping! Waiting for this situation to happen!
“....”
Baek Woo-jin looked at Baek Cheon-hwa with eyes burning like fire. A tremendous amount of energy surged from his entire body.
“It has nothing to do with this matter, but I would like to ask one question. Why didn’t you move Baekyeondan when Lord Buga was defeated by Noegeom? “Why did you pretend not to notice that the head of the family was killed by a vicious criminal?”
“I was stuck in the mountains and just practicing. “I don’t know.”
“but!”
“I’ll say it again. Not only do I not know about this, but now is not the time to gather for such trivial matters.”
“Big!”
A huge wave of energy rose from Baek Woo-jin’s entire body and enveloped his son-in-law.
Coo coo coo coo.
The force was several times larger and heavier than when he faced Baek Seong-hyeon, so the entire Gajujeon was shaken and the hidden black swordsmen came out without realizing it.
“great. As instructed, I will destroy everything in the dungeon and get the boss’ magic stone first. “You will have to tell me the reason then.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“Nothing will go as planned by the matriarch.”
Baek Cheon-hwa laughed while receiving Baek Woo-jin’s anger.
“I have told you everything I need to say, so please go.”
Baek Woo-jin opened the door as if he was going to break it down and went out.
Baek Seong-hyeon left after leisurely saying hello, and the rest of his immediate family quietly watched and left.
“The youngest master is very excited.”
Black Sword Lord Kang Won-jin walked out from the innermost pillar.
“You’ve become stronger again. However...”
Baek Cheon-hwa was relaxed even though she knew Baek Woo-jin’s powerlessness.
“If you have that level of arrogance and anger, nothing will happen.”
The stronger you become, the more careful you need to be about peace of mind. If it is not a small anger that strengthens one’s strength, but if it is that strong, it will never help.
“You broke everything on your own and were the first to get it, so they took care of it.”
Baek Cheon-hwa looked up at the dark ceiling and smiled coldly, and Kang Won-jin quietly lowered his head.
**
Two days later. Baek Woo-jin arrived at a mountain in Shandong Province, where a disaster-level dungeon was held.
Unlike the scale of the disaster-level dungeon, the size of the mountain was small enough to be considered a mountain behind the neighborhood.
However, because it was unknown what kind of situation would occur in the dungeon, more experts than ever were guarding the front of the dungeon.
“hello.”
While Baek Woo-jin was watching the entrance to the dungeon with Moon Ju-young, a young man with neatly slicked back black hair approached.
“It is said to be the throne of the Heavenly War League.”
Gong Wei, the great disciple of the Lord of Heavenly Arms, Peng Jihu, took over the throne. Even though he was Chinese, he was very good at Korean.
“This is Baek Woo-jin from Shingeombaekga.”
“I know the prestige of the Hyeopje. Thank you for helping us.”
The Duke’s voice contained both power and politeness.
“Before, my priests were rude. “I am truly sorry for the execution of those children.”
“It’s okay because it’s already happened.”
Baek Woo-jin shook his head with a stern expression.
“As I heard, you have the same feelings as Daehae. “I’m going into the dungeon too, so please take care of me.”
The Duke once again politely bowed his fist and retreated.
“You are a polite person.”
“Iknow, right. “It’s a world of difference from the Cheonmu-maeng people I saw before, isn’t it?”
“okay?”
Baek Woo-jin chuckled as he listened to Hong Nam-gi and Hong A-ra.
-When it comes to politeness, rolling your eyes is like a weasel.
‘therefore.’
Although he pretended to be polite, the Duke checked his condition and returned. I didn’t come to say hello.
-But why are you always smiling? Pretending to be angry at other people?
Darkness tapped Baek Woo-jin on the shoulder with the blade.
-You haven’t stopped laughing since you heard the exam content from your father, right?
After learning about the exam content, Baek Woo-jin looked serious on the outside, but on the inside, he couldn’t help but feel happy.
‘I can’t help but laugh.’
Baek Woo-jin’s eyes lit up as he looked at the hill where the entrance to the dungeon was created.
‘I’m the only one here who knows what kind of place that dungeon is.’
For the first time in a long time, the time has come to use the memories of one’s past life, which is a returner’s privilege.