Ruler of the Game 60

Chapter 60 – Laughter of Martial Arts

“I see. In that sense, how about taking out insurance?”

“Insurance..?”

“Yeah. If there’s a problem later and we break up, it could be a problem, so we’ll set up an additional reunion place.”

“Oh my…”

The young schoolmaster exclaims at Seongil’s words.

She smiled and praised Seong-il.

“As expected, Young master seems to be intelligent!”

“Heh.. What..”

At the sight of the two of them, he looks at them blankly with an expression as if he is about to vomit.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that, bastard?”

“Ah… No, my lady.”

‘It’s like Tom and Jerry.’

Thinking so, Seong-il sighed and dried Eun-wol.

“Please stop eating.”

“Oh? Oh ho ho ho ho.”

Eun-wol looks ashamed at Seong-il’s words and tries to cope with the situation with a smile. When Seong-il, tired of seeing her, was about to eat.

“Young master, don’t do that. Do you just take Lady Eunwol with you?”

“Yes?”

Saekma, who changed her Eunwol’s title to Lady to prevent any possible identity leakage, continued to talk to him.

“Still, there may be danger while carrying a wooden box, so you should take the lady with you in case of an emergency.”

“You want me to go and die now?”

Saemaul smiles and replies to the crying young master.

“Who told you to go there yourself? You can just hide in that black orb.”

“Ah…”

Eun-wol flinched at the words of the sex demon and let out a moan. Seongil also nodded her head and replied.

“It certainly makes sense. If it’s necessary, you can hide a double silver moon in your inventory.”

“Hmm… I guess so.”

Seeing the two of them, the saekma said.

“Of course, I can’t go in, so I agree to decide on a place to rejoin. But apart from that, I don’t think it would be right to accompany Lady Eunwol.”

“I think that’s right.”

After saying that, Seong-il and Saek-ma discussed the reunion point in case of an accident, and if they could not join within three days, Seong-il and Eun-wol parted ways with Saek-ma, promising to meet again there.

As Saekma left, her Seongil asked her a question before putting her silver moon in her black ball.

“By the way… Wasn’t that old man Dokgo supposed to keep him away from you…?”

“Ah, that’ll be fine for about a week if I loosen the restrictions. Well… If I can’t meet with me in that time, he’ll search for it.”

Eun-wol speaks bloody words casually with a beautiful face.

‘He’s so friendly to me, but his tone is so bloody to the slut..’

Thinking so, Seong-il asked her Eun-wol for her understanding and reverse-summoned her as her black ball.

‘Let’s see… Is this Moorim-maeng here?’

Seong-il found the Moorim Meng by asking a passer-by.
Although it was a city in the game, the opening that was implemented was a huge city that was worthy of being called a thousand-year-old city.

Seong-il, who had been snooping here and there, enjoying the feeling of being on a trip, finally arrived in front of the Moorim Meng after walking for a long time.

“Excuse me.”

“Huh..? What’s going on?”

Three gatekeepers standing in front of an imposing building.
Seong-il approached the man who seemed to be in charge of the three and spoke to him.

“Hello. My name is Muhak, a disciple of the Sodang faction. I came to the Murim League at the order of our teacher, Cheongmyeongjinin.

“Eh? You’re going to see the Lord in person?”

The gatekeeper smiled and replied when the young man, who seemed to have just crossed the terms and conditions, wanted to see the Moorim leader in person.

“You young little fellow. Lord Maeng is not someone you can meet just because you want to see him. I’m sorry, but I can’t listen to that.”

“Then…Then what should I do with my mission?”

“Didn’t you hear me? Didn’t I see you?”

“However, in accordance with the will of my former master, there are items that I must deliver…”

The gatekeeper said in a fit of rage, perhaps that Seongil was annoyed by the way Seongil kept ignoring his words and sloppy.

“Hey. Doesn’t it sound like what I’m saying? Where does an unknown minor who has never heard of or seen dare to meet the Murim lord! I’ll tell you one last thing. Just go on your way. If you bother me more, then I won’t let you go!”

‘Such a cheap…’

When a human who was only a gatekeeper at best did not even think about hearing the circumstances, and treated the person at the door, an annoyed Seong-il replied.

“Are you in charge of anything? At best, I’d like to be a gatekeeper… But an unknown minor? You spoke well. You do chores at best, so why are you deciding whether to be arrogant or not?”

“This bastard!”

The moment he loses his temper at Seong-il’s words, he clenches his fist and tries to swing it.

Chin

Without any pretense of popularity, a man grabbed the gatekeeper’s fist in an instant and spoke to Seong-il.

“Huh? Aren’t you a disciple of Cheongmyeongjinin?”

“Ah! Monk Hyemyeong?!”

“Oh!! I’ve only seen it once at the laughing stock, but it’s an honor to remember my name!”

After saying that, Hyemyeong subdues the gatekeeper by lightly twisting her wrist.

“Keep!!”

As the gatekeeper let out a painful moan and knelt down, the other two gatekeepers drew their swords.

Looking at them like that, Hyemyeong said.

“Heh heh… Donors. Did you know that the opponent the donors are pointing their swords at is the disciple of Cheongmyeongjin of the ‘Taegeuksword’? He is involved in the serious incident that caused them to be called.”

“Uh?!”

“Of course, this donor is also one of the parties. If we kick this person out and later become a problem, will the donors be able to handle it?”

The gatekeepers’ faces turned pale at Hyemyung’s words. They noticed and quickly lowered their heads and changed their attitude.

“Uh.. Small group! I think we made a mistake..”

“It’s okay. I’m really an unknown minor. I don’t care about that. However, can’t I see the Lord quickly? I know the reason for this bloodbath. I must tell you the reason.”

The gatekeepers turn their heads at the words of such a holy day and look at each other. After exchanging glances, one of them quickly turned his back and replied.

“It’s not something we can decide among ourselves… Please wait!”

After saying that, the gatekeeper turned his back and quickly entered the building.

Seeing him like that, Hyemyeong released the suppressed gatekeeper and said,

“Aiko, I’m sorry! Siju!”

“Ah… No.”

Although he is short, he is a gatekeeper who speaks of modesty while bending over to Jung who looks strong.
Hyemyeong laughed silently at him, then looked at her Seongil and said.

“By the way, how did the donor survive that day?”

“That’s… It’s kind of hard to say it in front of so many people now.”

“Aigoo! Look at my spirit. That’s right! I’m so glad that I… Heh heh heh!”

With a kind smile, he stood quietly beside Seongil.

‘I was lucky.’

At that moment, Seong-il, who almost got hurt by the gatekeeper, was silently wiping away a cold sweat.

“Are you the one who claims that Xiaohyup is the former person of Qingming Jinin?”

A man of about forties with an intelligent appearance, wearing a blue long robe and a longsword at his waist.

“Yes, yes, but who are you?”

“Haha. I say that I am Gunpyeong So, who works at the Blue Dragon Hall.”

‘So who are you…’

As Seong-il stood there blankly, Hye-myeong, who was next to him, answered in surprise.

“Oh my God! Isn’t it the head of the blue dragon head! How could the head of the head directly for an unknown minor like us..”

The head of the Blue Dragon dang, waving his hand and responding to his words.

“In a situation where Murim is infested because of the recent blood coup, the survivors of the blood coup came directly, how could I not come. Hurry and follow me.”

‘Hmm? He was a character who did not appear in the game. Is he famous?’

Hiding his curiosity, Seong-il followed him on the road with Hye-myeong.

“By the way, Monk Hyemyeong. Where did Monk Hyewon go? Maybe..?”

“Hmm? Hyungwon Hyewon had a drink yesterday and was sick, so he’s lying at the lodge. But how do you know that Hyewon is safe…?”

‘Oops!’

Embarrassed, Seong-il quickly started making excuses to him.

“Oh, when I found out that Monk Hyewon was with Monk Hyemyeong at the time.

“Oh.. You are a wise servant.”

‘Whew… Fortunately, they believe me.’

While chatting and walking around the garden, they arrived at what seemed to be a reception room inside the Moorim League. Su Junping made a quarrel and brought his tea.

“Since Lord Lord is still in a meeting, please wait for a while while drinking tea. He will come to you as soon as his business is over.

“Oh yes…”

After saying that, Su Junping turned around and left.

“Oh~ The tea tastes good. Is it Tieguanyin?”

Hyemyeong, who was savoring the tea with a calm expression, asked Seongil.

“By the way, how did you survive the chaos?”

“Ah.. I.. Thanks to the brother-in-law and Master for sacrificing their lives to save me…”

“Ah…”

That time when we were drinking tea while asking each other how we were doing. The door opened and an old man of extraordinary prayer entered.

‘That person…?’

The owner of an appearance that would dare not be considered an old man if it were not for his gray hair and beard.
Although he smiled, the sharp energy radiating from his body seemed to choke Seongil.

“Are you a friend who claims to be a disciple of Qingming?”

Gulp.

The holy day of swallowing saliva under the pressure of men’s prayers.
A man with a puzzled look on his face.

“Um…? I thought Mu Gong was a pretty good friend because he was a disciple of Cheongmyeong.. But you don’t think so..?”

“I… Is that what you mean?”

“Then, who else is there besides you? When I met Cheongmyeong five years ago, I expected to brag so much that I had acquired a disciple of outstanding quality in my later years… Are you really his disciple?”

An old man staring at Seongil sharply.
Seong-il made a desperate excuse to him.

“Ah! The disciple you are talking about must be my brother-in-law, Handan. I am the youngest disciple who just entered 3 months ago.”

“Really…? I’ve never heard of such a story…”

The time when Seongil broke out in a cold sweat.

“That Siju is a disciple of Cheongmyeongjin.”

“Um…? Who are you?”

“My name is Hyemyeong, a disciple of Master Wongak, the former abbot of the temple of laughter.”

“Ah… Are you that…?”

Then, this time, Hyemyeong said to the old man with a puzzled expression.

“How do you know me…?”

“It’s probably because the rumor that the two disciples he’d reaped in his later years was a piece of shit is so famous.”

“…”

“Looking at your appearance and the spirit of martial arts radiating from your body, you must be a disciple of Wongak. Anyway, how do you know that that friend is a disciple of Qingming?”

“Ah, it’s because I was introduced to that donor by Cheongmyungjin on the day of the blood attack.”

“Ah…”

The old man seems to have understood the whole situation now. Then he lightly embraced his holy day and apologized.

“Oops. The old lady was rude. The situation is the situation, so I apologize for asking sharply.”

“Ah… No.”

“Haha.. Thank you. By the way, haven’t you introduced me yet? Nobu is Jin Chun-hwi, the leader of the Murim League. Nice to meet you.”

“Yes! My name is Muhak, the youngest disciple of the former leader of the minor faction!”

Satisfied with Seong-il’s reaction, Jin Chun-hwi smiled and asked Seong-il.

“I heard that you know about the cause of this bloodbath. What is the reason?”

At his words, Seong-il quietly took out a wooden box from his chest and handed it to him.

“That…?”

Seong-il said to the puzzled Lord.

“It is the seal of the blood god.”

“!!”

This time, not only Maengju but also Hyemyeong looked at him in surprise.

“Shijou! That’s the one who caused the big incident 30 years ago?!”

“Yes.. I also heard from the master on the day of the blood attack.”

Having said that, Seong-il began to slowly explain to the two what had happened at the time.

“I mean… That’s the key to sealing the Blood God that sparked the war in Murim thirty years ago?”

“That’s right. Master Wongak, who somehow secured this key, secretly handed it over to Cheongmyungjin and tried to seal it, but somehow the demonists found out and they attacked…”

“It was like that…”

“Master gave up his life and entrusted me with this item, and he told me to go to the lord and give him the item. Please accept this item.”

“You did well. It seems like your young friend hasn’t been properly trained in martial arts yet, so you must have had a lot of trouble.”

“No. I just did what I had to do.”