Chapter 91 – Are You a Descendant of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor? (4)
I began to prepare diligently.
Iron-Blood Sword Clan.
I meant preparations to strike those damned bastards.
‘The most diligent preparation needed is.’
My martial strength.
At the same time, I had to look after the others.
Simultaneously, I had to secure the principal’s cooperation and handle the piled-up work while I was away.
I had to do the legwork as well.
The Wi Clan.
The head of the family there told me.
That someday they would provide help.
The flaw that their family possessed.
They gave me a mental training book that could compensate for that flaw.
If you just listened to their words, it seemed they would help in screwing over Iron-Blood Sword Clan.
‘That’s as far as it goes.’
They belonged to a family. There were restrictions on moving recklessly.
So they couldn’t directly strike the Iron-Blood Sword Clan.
That was why my martial strength was important.
‘However.’
My limit was the head of the family and his subordinates.
Handling them was my limit.
‘Well, it seemed possible if I gave up the opportunity.’
Manifestation of Thoughts.
Unlike others, it seemed I could give up my opportunity with a ‘permanent’ count.
‘If there was anything that bothered me.’
Insect Dragon King.
Giving up the opportunity to deal with that bastard.
‘Tsk.’
The problem was the Iron-Blood Sword Clan was one of the Five Great Families.
They were leading among them.
It represented Korea and ruled most of Seoul.
They exercised such influence alone in Korea.
It didn’t compare to other families or guilds in Korea.
The highest rank and a few other high ranks.
This was the limit I could handle.
But I couldn’t do anything about others.
Therefore, there was a need for someone to handle them.
“Hmm.”
Bringing in students was not an option.
They possessed incredible power that could be helpful, but this battle was, how should I say...
‘More like a family feud.’
The best way was to catch evidence of them summoning the Demon King and strike them.
But that takes too long.
With the Insect Dragon King possibly reviving at any moment, we couldn’t afford to wait.
So, it was right for me to strike first.
‘There were some things that bothered me, though.’
The best method was to sweep through and crush them all at once.
So-called noble families were always prepared to revive themselves.
The Namgoong clan I had destroyed was no different.
There were individuals like Nam Hyerin and some other Namgoong.
If they had the will to rebuild the Namgoong clan, they could do it anytime.
‘Other than that...’
Most of them were imprisoned.
When I caused the bloodshed, most of the non-existent characters were completely captured because there was a dungeon related to the demons.
So, it would be better to wipe out the Iron-Blood Sword Clan all at once.
As a family occupying most of Seoul, even if you wiped them out once, they would keep popping out.
Crack.
The muscles of my whole body shook.
I hung 300kg iron rings on both sides of my arms and legs.
That wasn’t enough, so I cast a gravity spell.
[What are you trying to say?]
[In the end, this world is not a place to cry out for justice or whatever. No matter how much we struggle, we cannot escape this place. Hehehe, good and evil? How utterly laughable. We just shout different justices on a battlefield where we kill each other.]
[So I will establish something independent. Our power has flowed in from ... so I will call it Clan.]
Long ago.
I recalled the resolve from the time when this world was in upheaval.
Now, it has worn out with time, and the emotions have eroded.
The one here now is not the hero who saved Korea.
It’s just a man with old, ugly desires, only having the greed to grow his clan.
‘It’s lingering attachment, just lingering attachment.’
I was obsessed with worldly things.
For more than half a century, he focused on growing his clan.
Because of that, I couldn’t fully concentrate on the transcendental state.
Just a bit.
If he could just touch something, he feels like he could reach that state.
The man half-opened his eyes.
Outside this space, named the training room, a presence was felt.
“Master, urgent news.”
“Urgent news?”
The man called the master calmly opened his eyes.
Wearing a suit, he stood there while bowing.
Han Cheoljoo.
He bowed his head to the master and opened his mouth.
“Han Seojin has returned.”
“Really? But why does that matter?”
The master looked with indifferent eyes.
Han Cheoljoo bowed his head and spoke.
“After the recent academy exchange meeting, interest in our Seojin has skyrocketed.”
“Hmm?”
“First, the Holy Empire Academy in the United States offered Han Seojin a better position and conditions than his current academy, promising him the position of vice-principal.”
“...Those who wouldn’t accept anyone unless they are pure-blooded Americans?”
The family head looked at Han Cheoljoo with surprised eyes.
Pure-blooded American.
In a country of multiple races, there exist those who claim to have ‘sacred bloodlines.’
People who grew up on American soil were blessed by sacred beasts and sacred waters.
They call themselves the sacred bloodline of the Holy Empire.
Although they claim to be less racially discriminatory than any other country.
In some sense, it was the country with the worst racial discrimination.
Why would such people be interested in his son?
“That’s not all. The martial arts world and the magic world are also in turmoil right now.”
“Aren’t they busy keeping each other in check? And aren’t there some ‘fallen’ ones among them?”
“The situation is a bit strange. Among the members of the martial arts world, there are many asking about Evil Overlords and the Demonic Cult.”
“...Them?”
“This is confidential, but there are rumors that the other tower masters of the Seven-Colored Magic Tower are visiting here.”
“...”
The family head closed his mouth.
Each of them held tremendous influence.
Even though they belonged to the forces called the Holy Empire, ‘Divine Skies,’ and the gods of the Indian ‘Veda.’
If they were the strongest, the next strongest force would be them.
And those mentioned above shared one common trait.
“Whatever they are, it seemed they were all related to transcendents.”
“...Yes, that’s correct.”
Then, it was beyond urgent.
Transcendents were bound by ‘duty,’ but if they abandoned their duty.
‘We could not withstand their wrath.’
He closed his eyes for a moment.
And organized his thoughts.
“It seems I must go see the face of my eldest son after a long time.”
“...I will prepare.”
Until now, the head of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan had not considered the seriousness of this situation very severely.