Heavenly Demon Instructor Novel

91

The first time the mole said, 'You bastards!'

But after thinking a bit more, the real surprise wasn't 'the mole speaks'.

[Earth beast, can you see the throne?]

“A land beast? It makes me so sad!”

“Does it really look like it?”

So far, those who have seen Chungyeong in person were the end of entropy, ritual dragon, Halle, and the mysterious transcendent who encountered him in the fragments of paradise.

There was also Dosa Lim, who only felt that there was something behind Park Hyunsoo.

Others were not even aware of Chungyeong's existence.

But a mole (to say the least, speaks and lives in an unknown field) was looking at him.

[okay. So what should I call you?]

“There is no such thing as a name.”

“Then you just call me a mole?”

“Better than an earth beast.”

The mole nodded his head with satisfaction, and his little body faltered as the horns were caught.

“Let go of this!”

Realizing that the horn had been captured, the mole screamed.

Park Hyunsoo shrugged his shoulders and put the mole down.

Then he squatted down and made eye level with the mole as much as possible.

“So, what are you? Why are you here? And what the hell is this field, and how did it end up like this?”

“Ask one by one, one by one!”

“Then what the hell is this field?”

“This field is... … Hey!"

The mole was about to answer the question that came right away, but at first shouted at Park Hyunsoo.

Park Hyunsoo covered his ears and frowned.

“You ask me one by one.”

“There are things I want to answer, and there are things I don’t have.”

[That means there are some questions that I have no intention of answering.]

“You are quick-witted.”

[By the way, this branch knows a lot of ways to find out what you want to know.]

The mole flinched at Chungyeong's bloody threats.

The mole turned his gaze to the side.

Park Hyunsoo was smiling brightly, but somehow he got goosebumps.

[The horn looks fine.]

“Hey, not this horn!”

“Then I can tell you everything.”

“These ignorant bastards.”

[The ignorant way is sometimes the smartest way.]

Park Hyunsoo thought it was sophistry, but in the current situation it was a very good threat.

The mole flinched again.

Then his eyes turned into half moons like a cartoon, and he staggered back and stretched out his little hand in front of him.

His subject has only three fingers, one of them folded.

“I will answer two questions.”

[Is there a way to get all the answers?]

“Come on, wait! Isn't that too much?"

“Let’s not be cruel.”

“Do you think you’re being rude?”

When the mole protested in an absurd voice, the two priests looked at each other and shrugged.

Then I saw the mole again.

The mole felt his body stiffen at the changed gaze of the two.

I felt like a prey in front of a predator.

“Wait, wait!”

“Did you think about telling me?”

“Three! I'll give you only three answers. Absolutely not all!”

The two priests looked at each other again.

The mole screamed.

"okay okay! What are you curious about?”

“I can hear you well.”

“Scary guys… … .”

The mole sighed and sat down on the floor.

It was cute like a doll, but for Park Hyunsoo, being cute wasn't the problem now.

“First of all, what are you?”

“The order is wrong.”

"order?"

“Okay, in order of questions.”

Park Hyunsoo thought deeply about the order of the questions and then asked the question again.

“What the hell is this field? Why are you connected to my house by a portal?”

“Where do you think this is?”

"Field."

“… … Yes, it's a field. But you are not curious about the field.”

“You have to tell me that. Don't you think something's wrong?"

Park Hyunsoo gently rubbed his lightly pulled middle finger.

The mole sighed in a cold sweat.

“When was this field formed?”

“Yeah… … .”Park Hyunsoo, who was desperate for the world, stepped on the water he spilled and slid and pushed the refrigerator, so a portal was created through the wall.

That was less than half a year ago.

“What happened then?”

"at that time… … I met Master.”

[right.]

When Park Hyunsoo saw his teacher, Chungyeong shook his head.

said the mole.

“Have you ever wondered why that old man appeared with a portal made through a hole in the wall?”

“Of course it is.”

can't there be

Even if I thought about it, I couldn't find an answer, so maybe I forgot about it.

Still, he knew that Chungyeong and the fields were related.

Not knowing this was stupid.

“But did you say that Master didn’t even know about this place?”

"really?"

[What does that mean?]

Chungyeong hardened his face as he saw the mole's significant expression.

The mole asked again.

“You really don’t know?”

[…] … .]

Chungyeong looked at the field.

Rotten grass, blood-red sky, and dark clouds covered in black were also sights he had never seen before.

Before that, it was the same with the blue sky, puffy clouds like cotton candy, and the westerly wind that gently passed over the green meadows.

Maybe it's a place you know, but the world is full of fields like this.

Even if it was the first time seeing an unusual phenomenon like a bloody sky, the fields on a sunny day usually looked similar to this one.

[Is this a place that Bonjwa knows?]

“Can you not know?”

The mole crossed his arms with his short arms and tilted his head.

“Well, if you don’t remember, let me know.”

The mole looked at Chungyeong without saying a word and slowly opened her mouth.

“This is the world of old people’s imaginations.”

“Master’s image world?!”

Park Hyunsoo's eyes widened.

He saw his master.

Chungyeong just looked at the mole and didn't say anything.

It was just that a feeling of longing was welling up in his two eyes.

"okay. It seems that I have not been aware of it until now. I think I remember now?”

“Then why is the field like this?”

“Yeah… … .”

[stop.]

Chungyeong stopped the mole from even speaking.

The mole only shrugged his narrow shoulders.

When Park Hyunsoo asked the teacher why he was doing this, the teacher ordered another question.

He was skeptical of his teacher's sudden attitude, but he continued to ask the remaining questions as instructed.

“What are you? Why are you here?”

"I… … .”

The mole saw Chungyeong again.

Chungyeong had her eyes closed, as if thinking about something.

Park Hyunsoo hastened to answer.

“What are you?”

“One mole… … You won't believe it, will you?"

“Then will you believe it? A mole doesn't have that on his nose.”

“To say that someone else’s nose is like that.”

The mole vigorously touched its long, pointed, hard horns.

“If you find out who I am, you will be surprised. Are you mentally ready?”

“I don’t think there is anything more surprising.”

Is there any secret more surprising than the fact that this place connected to the house is the world of the master's image?

The mole smiled and looked at Chungyeong.

“I am the incarnation of that old man. The reason I'm here is because this is the world of old people's images."

“… … ?!”

“It’s an old man. Do you remember me?”

Chungyeong opened his closed eyes and looked at his mole.

Then he came down to the ground and took a seat in front of the mole.

He stared at his mole and suddenly began to nod his head.

[The memories of my childhood have been hidden in this seat for a long time. I must have forgotten this.]

Chungyeong smiled faintly, recalling little by little of his childhood memories, when there were no more thin strands left.

Of course he didn't know.

This is the place he had been to when he was less than ten years old.

And it was the place where he first dreamed of an uninhabited life.

There was a little friend I had always been with.

“Master?”

[This is not a long story. It's important to the main audience, but to others, it's just a trivial story.]

But it was never a good memory.

* * *

It was a time of war.

It was such an era when military men from all over the country divided their territories and drove many people into limbo.

At that time, Chungyeong was only eight years old.

And 8-year-old Chungyeong did not hesitate to kill people to survive.

“Heh heh, heh heh… … .”

A half-broken blade stuck in the giant's heart.

The boy, Chungyeong, was panting his breath with blood all over his body.

His two hands were trembling.

The body temperature left on the hilt he had just been holding was also chilled by the cold wind of a winter day.

He rose from the giant's body.

This was his third murder, but he couldn't get used to it.

His legs were shaking, and he felt like he was going to vomit without eating.

"I'm hungry… … .”

The fishy smell of blood and the terrible devastation were almost to the point of getting rid of his taste, but he had already been starving for the fifth day.

It was fatal for a boy who was already growing up to starve for five days.

But luckily he was able to get something to eat this time.

"son of a gun."

Chungyeong searched the arms of the dead giant.

There was also a money bag.

He didn't kill the giant to rob.

The giant first tried to kidnap him.

Because children are quite expensive.

“I know you are lucky. If I had grown up, I would have killed him so painfully!”

Chungyeong exclaimed, ‘Cock, heck!’, spit in Geohan’s face, and opened the money bag.

“A piece of silver?!”

One piece of silver was enough money to eat three or three meals of somen for five days, and occasionally add dumplings.

“If you only eat two meals a day, how many days do you eat? Let's see.”

He hung a bag of money around his waist and wiggled all his fingers to count, but he gave up because he had never learned to count.

“You can eat whatever you have left. Hi-Hi."

The last time I ate somen may have already been someday.

A precious person once gave it to a dog food bowl saying it was pitiful, and it tasted heavenly.

At that time, it was mixed with dog food and the taste was a bit strange, but this time, it must have been a good somen, so just thinking about it made my mouth water.

Chungyeong was thinking about eating, so he forgot he had killed someone and headed for the village with a light footstep.

* * *

On the way to the village, Chungyeong heard something squeak near the river.

As he got closer, boys about the same age were harassing his little mole.

Slap-!

“Look at you? Crying loudly!”

The tallest of the boys kicked a mole.

The mole, which rolled on the floor several times with a squeaking noise, struggled to escape, but was unable to move as his bones were broken.

“Kikiki. look at that guy Trying to run away. It’s funny.”

“Huh. But what do moles taste like?”

When the fat man put the rice cakes in his mouth and asked, the fat man kicked the fat man's leg.

“You pig, are you thinking about eating the whole thing?”

“I’m curious.”

“Unrelieved pig bastard. Captain, are you going to keep taking this guy with you?”

The tall boy, called "Captain," walked over to the mole with a grin.

“Man, his family is rich, rich. A rich friend is always right. right?"

"Hehe."

I laughed out loud that I liked the fat.

Chubby looked at him with a pathetic face and sighed.

Then he took the fat man to the side of the captain.

“Shall I cut off my limbs?”

“Or we can tie him up and throw stones at him. Just like the last time I caught a frog.”

“And let’s eat.”

“The sound of eating again!”

Chubby kicked the fat guy's leg again.

The fat man laughed and ate the rice cakes.

The captain smiled cruelly as if he had made a decision.

"great. Let's pull out the limbs, then throw stones."

“Wow, the captain is cruel.”

“Kick. Wouldn’t that be more fun?”

Take... … .

The mole wept sadly.

Either way, the trio have been picking up sharp stones nearby.

It wasn't a blade, it was meant to cut the limbs with a sharp stone.

“Where to do… … Ahh!"

It was time to grab one of the trembling moles' arm and cut it with a piece of stone.

A large stone struck the captain in the back of the head.

"Leader!"

"Leader!"

The fat and chubby quickly supported the high-headed head in the future.

Then he quickly turned back and shouted.

"who is this!"

“They are really cruel.”

There stood Chungyeong, who threw three stones into the air and repeatedly caught them.

At first, I tried to just pass by, but what I was trying to do was so cumbersome that I couldn't pass it.Even Chungyeong didn't mean to say that he just killed a person, but people see only what they want to see.

He grabbed the three stones and walked towards the trio.

“Looking at what you guys are doing, when you grow up, you’re going to be really terrible bastards.”

“Who are you?”

“You bastard! Kill me!”

Unlike the passive fat man, the plump man made a bloody voice.

Chungyeong had the same voice and tone of voice.

They claim that they easily kill someone on a topic they have never killed before.

That's right, people who know how to bully moles.

“Ugh… … .”

Then the captain grabbed the back of the head and got up slowly.

The palm of his hand that was holding the back of his head was dripping with blood.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Chungyeong.

"This dog ... … !”

“Hey, let’s not do that to each other.”

“Catch that bastard and kneel before me.”

“Okay… … Whoops!”

Just as he was about to run, a stone hit his forehead.

His forehead was cracked and blood was dripping down.

Chungyeong threw another stone.

Chubby didn't even think of avoiding it, and got another shot in the head.

"Ouch!"

Chungyeong picked up a few more stones and hummed him.

The fat man was shivering and peeing in his pants for some time.

The captain felt that Chungyeong's skills were unusual.

Still, he was sold on just going away.

He was also much taller, and if he didn't hit stones, he could easily beat him.

‘If you move, you won’t be able to hit it.’

“Hey, fat.”

"Yes… … ?”

"run."

“What, what?”

“If you don’t want to be left behind, run!”

The captain patted the fat man on the back.

Fatbo burst into tears and ran towards Chungyeong.

Chungyeong kicked his tongue and tried to throw stones at the captain, but he was too fat to see.

"Hahaha!"

The captain's laughter came from behind the fat man.

“He’s funny.”

Chungyeong looked at the fat stomach.

Then, the captain grabbed the fat man's shoulder and jumped over it.

It looks like he wore his head, but from his point of view, it was a very frivolous movement.

He killed three people, and all three of them were adults well above him.

Even they all carried cutlery.

An opponent who is qualitatively different from these kids.

Chungyeong, who had such an experience, could not be embarrassed by the children's pranks.

The captain, who completely jumped over the fat, swung his fists from above.

Chungyeong watched him and threw a stone at him.

Tight-!!

“Cuckoo!”

The captain spun backwards in mid-air and smashed his head to the stone floor.

The fat man stopped walking and sat down in front of Chungyeong.

He must have peeed again when he saw water leaking from the crotch of his trousers.

Chungyeong shrugged his shoulders and walked past the fat man, standing in front of the mole.

The mole looked at Chungyeong, trembling with fearful eyes.

"devil."

both humans and animals.

Not all are toys.

He carefully took his mole and headed towards the village.

“I’ll treat you.”

If you take it to Ma Yi, he will reattach the broken arm.

I don't know how much you'll ask for, but if it's a piece of silver, I'll treat you anyway.

No, it will be enough for a few minutes to treat moles.

If you take a single nyang of silver, it's a yangachi, a yangachi.

It was when Chungyeong arrived in the village with such a thought.

“Run away!”

“Sa, save me!”

“What have we done wrong!”

“Die, die!”

“Your looting permit has gone down!”

“Take it all!”

The scent of blood that was incomparable to when the village was on fire and when one person died stimulated the tip of his nose.

“Fuck.”

The flames of war spread to such a remote village.

Chungyeong ran away without looking back.

He didn't want to die yet.

Thank you for reading this story at wuxiamtl.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!