Heavenly Demon Instructor Novel

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Five days passed again.

Chungyeong couldn't even eat properly, let alone somen.

She was only able to eat some of the berries she bought to satisfy her hunger.

I wanted to hunt a wild boar, but it was difficult because the situation itself was too weak.

In the case of adults, they are vigilant when they see children, but animals are not vigilant because they are young.

You could catch a small animal, but if you did, you would have eaten the mole already.

“He is recovering quickly.”

Chungyeong saw his mole with splints on his arms.

He had seen him fix a broken bone at a distance before, and in this way he had put something like solid wood on the broken piece.

He had nothing to tie, so he used a long string of grass around it instead of a string.

squeak-

The mole rubbed his head on Chungyeong's leg to see what was so good.

“Move away, you bastard.”

Chungyeong got up after swiping with his foot.

Although he moved nonstop for five days, his childish body was limited.

You never know when the soldiers who tossed the village will arrive here.

I had to go a little farther.

"let's go."

Take it!

Chungyeong put his mole on his shoulder and moved his steps.

If I saw anything like raspberries on the way, I ate them all.

As soon as I saw water, I jumped in.

On a day when he caught fish or freshwater lobsters, he could get a decent meal.

A week passed, a full moon passed, a month passed.

The mole followed Chungyeong on all four legs as if it had healed all of a sudden.

“This guy is terrifying too. How long do you plan to come?”

squeak-

He seemed to be answering that he would continue to follow.

Chungyeong grinned and told him to do whatever he wanted.

“This is a wild field.”

It was a vast field with nothing.

There were long puffy clouds in the blue sky, and dew formed on the grass that made up the field, cooling my ankles.

Squeak!

The mole rolled around the field to see if he was in a good mood.

In the meantime, he digs diligently with his main specialty, digging.

“Are you okay here too?”

There was no squeaking sound, but the mole dug by continuously shaking its small buttocks.

“Ugh.”

It's been a while since I've seen such a relaxed scenery, so Chungyeong took a seat and sat down.

He grabbed his knees and savored the cool breeze.

It would be great if I wasn't hungry here.

How long will you live like this?

The more I thought about the future, the more I sighed.

It was not a childlike appearance, but to live like a child, she went through so many things that an ordinary adult would find difficult.

“Sibural.”

Chungyeong spit out a swear word and watched the clouds flowing leisurely.

The temperature was just right, it wasn't humid, and the wind was cool, so I fell asleep.

squeak-

Chungyeong closed her eyes to the sound of the mole digging hard as a lullaby.

* * *

The surroundings became noisy.

Chungyeong rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up.

The sun was setting and the sunset was making the blue sky red.

Has time already passed like this?

The temperature difference between day and night was severe, so my body was full.

He buried his face in the ground and pulled out the sleeping mole.

take it?

"Shh."

Chungyeong quieted the mole, lowered him and looked around.

Next to the field was a fairly large forest, where I could hear quite a few footsteps.

His chest plummeted.

Could it be that the army has reached here?

No matter how much a child's body, it made no sense to be slower than the army.

‘Did I sleep a lot?’

I don't know the exact time, but looking at the position of the sun, I think I slept for about an hour.

Did you catch up in just one minute?

It was nonsense.

‘You have to run away.’

There was no need for an innocent boy to run away, it was such a time now.

An era in which people are killed for no reason, regardless of age or gender.

It was an era when soldiers were bored and killed as if they were eating rice.

Usually, they look at Chungyeong, who looks like a beggar, with pity or ignore it because it is dirty, but the soldiers who become insensitive to death giggle and harass and kill them.

It was an evil that could not be compared with the children who tormented moles.

‘But where?’

Chungyeong looked back.

There was nowhere to hide in the vast fields.

Even if you sell the land, you will not be able to sell it all before they arrive, and even if you hide in the ground, you will definitely see the scrambled land in a strange way.

My heart was beating like it was going to explode.

Then I heard the voice of a man who seemed a little older.

“It would be nice here. I will set up a secret barracks in the forest and then aim for a surprise attack.”

“Will the Sino-Japanese Army penetrate this place?”

Chungyeong’s ears perked up at the word ‘Cheon-il’.

Sino-Japanese was a new country that arose in the north.

They quickly ate up the neighboring countries, and they were currently moving south and fighting Hong, the great power in the south.

The army that attacked the village a month ago must also have been the Sino-Japanese Army.

‘These are not Sino-Japanese soldiers.’Then it's Hong.

The fact that they were encamped here meant that the Sino-Japanese Army was pushing down the hill.

But I couldn't be happier.

Just because they are not Sino-Japanese does not mean they are not military.

As a soldier of Hong, it was not much different from a soldier of the Sino-Japanese.

The military is the most powerful and cruel group.

A beggar like Chungyeong would have no mercy.

Chungyeong crawled back.

He moved the mole tightly in his arms so as to be inconspicuous as much as possible.

But it was only a matter of time before they found out.

“There is someone over there!”

“Come captured!”

“Oh shit!”

Chungyeong jumped in line as he saw the soldiers rushing in.

Of course, it was impossible to escape.

It is difficult to get away from ordinary soldiers, let alone an unmanned person, it was impossible to escape.

“Hey, let this go!”

“You’re a kid.”

The military officer who lifted Chungyeong with one hand covered his nose at the musty smell coming from him.

He looked up and down Chungyeong, and found a mole clasped in his arms.

“You carry a mole with you, that’s odd.”

“Let it go, let it go.”

“I can’t.”

The executive took Chungyeong and took him to his commander-in-chief.

Soldiers approached, removed the mole, and bound the limbs with a rope.

Squeak!

As the mole cries bitterly, a soldier screams at him and throws it to the floor.

"No!"

"noisy! Why were you spying on us? If you don't say the right thing, even if you're a child, they won't look down on you."

The commander sat in a dedicated chair and warned in a terrifying voice.

Chungyeong glanced at the shivering mole, and he explained in detail how he got here and why he was spying.

The commander, who had heard everything, said with a disappointed face.

“Put him in prison.”

“Let it go, you said let it go!”

"I? when?"

“… … .”

At the commander's brazen face, Chungyeong was at a loss for words.

The mole had turned into a cold corpse and did not move.

‘This is the end.’

Without doing anything, I could not even reach the age of ten and I was about to die.

I was just terrified and hiding.

However, it was a time to die in such a shameful way.

Chungyeong couldn't resist the rough touch of his soldiers and was thrown into a wooden jade.

'Life is like shit.'

What on earth did I do wrong in my previous life to lead a life like this?

Just by looking at it, it wasn't just the country that sold it.

His previous life he did not know was a curse, and he hated his parents whom he had never seen.

‘Would it have been better than now if I had been captured then and lived as a slave?’

He remembered the last time he did the murder.

A gigantic giant, he offered to sell himself as a slave.

He wouldn't have starved if he had been sold into slavery.

He wouldn't have died in such vain.

‘Isn’t it?’

As a result, the village in which Geohan was trying to sell him was burned to death by the Sino-Japanese army, so he must have died in the end.

The sun was setting and it was a perfect night.

Chungyeong raised his body halfway and leaned his back against a wooden pole.

His stomach rumbled and he asked if there was anything to eat at the guarding soldier, and he was stoned, saying, 'Aren't you bothering me right now because of you?'

I think I want to stab him with a spear to death or something.

‘Why don’t you kill me?’

The commander thought he would kill him at any moment, but he kept him alive late into the night.

Have you already erased it from your memory?

After all, this is life.

A few more hours passed like that.

It was when Chungyeong was half asleep.

“It’s an attack!”

“It’s an attack!”

“Everyone, prepare for battle!”

It was news of a sudden attack.

Chungyeong forgot that his body was in bondage, and he jumped up and fell over.

"Oops."

He barely moved his joints, and the pain was no joke.

But the pain didn't matter.

Chungyeong asked the desperate soldier.

"What happen?"

“My wife, the Qing-Il forces have attacked me. Damn, how the hell did you not? Shouldn't the raid be ours?"

The soldier said he couldn't believe it, and he repeated over and over that he didn't want to die.

'You're a funny kid.'

It was disgusting to hear a man who would have killed other people so easily.

But he was silent because he didn't want to die.

Bang Bang-!!

Explosions were heard at the end of the barracks.

The sound of crashing cold weapons, screams, and cheers overlapped and overlapped, creating a noise.

“Assemble everyone!”

At that time, a person who appeared to be the unit commander summoned the soldiers deployed in the rear.

The soldier who was monitoring Chungyeong was one of them.

He groaned and clasped his spear with both hands.

Then I glanced behind him and suddenly broke the jade lock.

“Go, why all of a sudden?”

“I can’t.”

“Save me, save me!”

Chungyeong knew that the soldier was trying to kill him, so he moved his body to the corner of the jade as far as he could, with nowhere to run.

“Come out before I really kill you!”

He could not disobey the soldier's orders.

The soldier took off his helmet and armor and threw it at Chungyeong.

“Hurry up.”

“Go, why all of a sudden?”

“Come on before I kill you!”

“Hey!”

He was forced to put on a soldier's helmet and armor.

Aside from the large size, even Chungyeong, who is a beggar-shaped, was so rotten that I was shaking.

The soldier handed him a dagger around his waist.

“Take this and go there.”

“I, me?”

“If you don’t want to be left behind, you better go.”

The soldier poked a grim face.

He sent Chungyeong in his stead and decided to run away.

So he stabbed.

“Uh… … ?”

The soldier felt something cold piercing his neck.

He then staggered and grabbed his neck, and the soldier could soon feel the dagger handle lodged in his neck.

"you… … you… … .”

“Crazy. Why are you giving me the dagger?”

The soldier crouched on the floor, trying to breathe, but blocked the airway by playing a dagger that pierced his neck.

just stopped breathing.

Chungyeong was about to go with a spear, but it was too big for his body and he only took a dagger.

His armor and helmet were removed.

He was too big and rather stern.

And he ran.

The commotion of battle will silence the small footsteps.

He thought so.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?”

The first thing he saw was a blue insignia, and the next thing he saw was a blue-bladed sword.

Chungyeong instinctively realized.

‘It’s unmanned.’

I was about to stab him with a dagger, but it was meaningless if my opponent was a warrior.

will die more painfully.

“Sir, please save me. I was unfairly caught by these people.”

“Are you cold-hearted for something like that?”

‘I was watching.’

He seemed to be watching the soldiers kill them.

I was told that I had been hiding and watching until then, but somehow I got goosebumps.

From the beginning, the Red Army had been occupied by the Qing and Japanese Army.

“It was for living. If not... … ?”

“Poor thing.”

The Cheongil Army Mu-in looked at Chungyeong with a sad face.

He made eye contact and gently stroked his hair.

It wasn't psychologically easy to stroking a tangled boy.

‘Are you a good person?’

There is no one in the world to trust, but there were certainly people who showed kindness to the poor little boy.

This person was such a person.

“Young man has suffered.”

Tears seemed to come out.

He thought he had lived a strong life until now, but he had a hard time controlling his emotions when someone comforted him.

“I want to live, I want to live.”

His neck was choked.

Muin nodded his head as if he understood.

“Is that so? I will live.”

“I am really?”

Chungyeong asked in a bright voice.

The hope he thought had been lost was revived.

The man smiled kindly and shook his head.

"cancer. Live hard in your next life.”

Then he opened his eyes like a snake.

“Instead, let’s have fun with this life.”

body hardens

What I thought was hope is shattered.

Mu-in moved his finger to Chungyeong to bleed.

“It’s a badass.”

It was then that the old man's voice was heard.

puck-

The sound of a leather drum popping was heard.

Chungyeong saw Mu-in's head bursting out like a watermelon in front of him.

The whole piece of meat was splashed in red blood.

His headless body fell aimlessly over Chungyeong's body, as if he didn't know what had happened.

“… … .”

“Finally found it.”

The old man pushed Mu-in's body with his feet and stood in front of Chungyeong.

I don't know how many times I crossed the slash line today alone.

What's even funnier is that another diagonal line is standing in front.

Now no one could believe it.

I'm going to die anyway, so let's try to kill him first, Chungyeong swung his dagger.

“Die!”

“You poor child.”

The dagger blade protruded.

It was no different from a sharpened branch that was not even surrounded by a flag.

When he lost even his last weapon, Chungyeong sat down.I'm not going to tell you to live anymore.

It will not hang loosely.

“Kill it.”

"why me?"

“You’re going to kill me while playing with me. Just kill me.”

The old man sighed as he looked into the eyes of a child who had given up her life.

At an estimated age, he looked younger than ten, but the world made him this way.

War is such a scary thing.

“I found you for no other reason.”

"lie."

“I didn’t even find you in the first place. I was looking for a successor to my estate, and you are a very good fit.”

“… … maintain?"

He said he hates to believe it, yet another sweet word that I can't help but believe.

“What kind of maintenance is… … .”

“Be my disciple.”

Chungyeong didn't know how to react to the endless remarks.

"instead."

The old man smiled and raised one of his fingers.

And he pointed to the inside of the forest where the battle was in full swing.

“I will kill them all.”

Those words reminded me of his dead mole.

Even though he was just a little beast, he was the guy who liked him for no reason.

He didn't even give me a name, but he was thrown to death while calling me desperately.

He was powerless and could not take revenge.

Far from revenge, I was just busy with my life.

Chungyeong clenched her teeth.

“… … I will be your disciple. Everyone, please kill everyone!”

Tears ran down my cheeks and overflowed.

The old man nodded his head.

"good."

That day, all of the Red Army and the Blue Army were found dead in the forest.

* * *

“It’s gorgeous for a tombstone of a mole.”

“It’s my family.”

"haha. Is the time when moles become a family?”

Chungyeong ignored whatever the old man said and completed the mole's grave.

Several fruits were sprinkled around, and a well-cut stick was placed on the seedling.

It might be washed away by heavy rains, but it was the most sunny place he knew.

“If there is a next life, let’s meet again.”

Chungyeong was so uninhabited.

* * *

It was more than 100 years ago, so I forgot about it until now.

It was an important event, but since then, Chungyeong has experienced so much and made countless connections.

His childhood memories were buried in the deep sea.

Chungyeong looked at the mole with a faint face.

[I see you again in this life, not in the next life. It also looks very strange.]

“You completely forgot. It’s really great!”

[I'm sorry. It's been too long.]

“Chi. It leaves me speechless.”

The mole crossed his arms and made a pouty face.

However, that face soon turned pale, and he looked at Chungyeong as if he were about to cry.

“Thank you for making the grave for me.”

[Of course it should have been done.]

"still… … .”

The mole's shoulders sag.

The mole looked up at Chungyeong, crying.

“Actually, I’m not the mole I was back then.”

[The mole is right then.]

“I am just an illusion created by your image. Images are fakes made up of past memories.”

[You are real. It is true that he is a close friend who has been with the main branch for a month.]

"I… … .”

[Okay.]

Chungyeong stroked the mole's head.

Is it through words?

Chungyeong could touch the mole.

Park Hyunsoo was looking at the two from a little distance.

It wasn't a touching story that made the tip of my nose tingle, but I felt like I knew a new side of the teacher.

‘Master was not strong from the beginning.’

For some reason, I only thought that he must have been strong since childhood.

In fact, he had an extraordinary appearance since childhood, but it was by no means invincible.

‘Come to think of it, Master also said that there was a martial art he used before he learned the Heavenly Demon ball. Was the old man the master who taught the martial arts?’

It seemed to fit the situation.

When I thought about it that way, it was kind of odd.

He pretended to be a good person and saved Chungyeong, but as a result, he taught him the martial art of killing a thousand people.

"However."

Park Hyunsoo asked the crying mole.

The mole wiped away her tears and answered.

"What?"

“I understand that this is a place where Master’s memories are stored. But why did you change like this?”

Bloody skies, black clouds, rotten fields.

No matter how much I thought about it, it was far from the original field that my master had told me about.

Did it burn after that?

The mole completely wiped the tears and cleared the main throat with a cough.

Then he looked at Chungyeong and said.

“Not much left.”

“… … What does that mean?"

“You, not much left.”

At those words, Chungyeong just silently nodded his head.

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