The wind in the canyon was very strong, probably because of the rain storm that had been going all day. Winds blowing in from the plains whipped the valley into a howling tempest.
In the dark of night, a boat carried eight people through the rapid and steep cliffs. It was the safest path to their objective.
As expected, here we are. They were to anchor on the west side of Jungmun after a weekâs travel. Seol-Hwi had become very familiar with the local environment during the trip.
If I stayed at headquarters, Jeok-Myung would have killed me.
As they got closer, Seol-Hwi tensed. This time, the enemy didnât know they were coming. So this time, his best chance at surviving was to carefully bypass the enemyâs position.
âLook.â A middle-aged man with a full beard approached Seol-Hwi and nodded politely. He was Cheol Su-Dok, their direct supervisor and manager for three of the information offices.
âAh! Leader. Yes, Captain?â
âMount Hua Sect has people in the area, so donât force a move. Just figure out how many enemies are nearby and leave.â
âUnderstood.â Seol-Hwiâs face shifted subtly. Although it was Sama Gwiâs command, he didnât think Cheol Su-Dok would actively participate as a captain. Last time, Seol-Hwi was puzzled by his weird behavior because he didnât have all the information.
There were two possibilities: most likely, Sama Gwi had instructed him to do this, or he was actually working for someone else.
While he was thinking, the ship had reached its destination.
âEveryone follow me,â Seol-Hwi said to his men and stepped onto solid ground.
He peered into the flowing river.
Coin 2Â [Two Chances]
Itâs still there.
âSeol-Hwi?â
He was too busy thinking about the words over his head to respond.
âWhat is it? Get a move on!â Cheol Su-Dok raised his voice when he didnât receive a reply.
ââFollow me.â He hurriedly stepped forward, but his stiff expression didnât go back to normal.
Just what had happened to him?
Shhh.
Seol-Hwi ducked into the bushes and his subordinates followed suit. Though they were a small squad, they had all learned their skills at the main sect academy. In their area of expertise they were as good as first-class warriors.
What do I do now?
Seol-Hwi hunched down and peered at the river. He was waiting for Cheol Su-Dok and the ship to disappear from view.
Heâd done a lot of thinking on his way here. He was going to die on this mission, so he had to find a way out of this placeâbut if he did, he had another problem: if he went back to the pavilion he would be punished or even executed. Jeok-Myung might kill him even before they could dole out punishment.
Even here, I could die. There was always the possibility of being discovered by the enemy, despite his menâs best efforts.
Should I just run away�
It was a solution, but not an easy one. There was simply no way he could hide the unsettling energy his sect harnessed for their martial arts; any member of the Justice factions with a certain level of mastery would certainly sense it on him. He might just end up being run down like a dog.
âSquad leader, what should we do?â
âOur priorityâŠâ Seol-Hwi looked around. Their destination was along the river. On his left were lush lands, and on his right were ankle-high weeds and knee-high bushes.
âDown that way.â
âHuh? What did you say?â Flustered choices questioned his order, but Seol-Hwi ignored them and started moving.
âI said weâre going down. Move it.â
Seol-Hwi was taking his men through the woods, directly opposite to where the enemy discovered him in the past.
âDo you know what the squad leader is up to?â
âNo idea.â
His subordinatesâ faint mutterings reached his ears, but Seol-Hwi carried onwards. Theyâd left the reconnaissance area, and eventually reached the Jungwon area. Still, Seol-Hwi kept going.
Frankly, he was more concerned with [Two Chances] than his subordinatesâ doubts.
Does it mean I have two more chances? Or does it mean that this is the second, last one?
He knew his current situation was hopeless â early or late, he would meet a tragic end. So he was hoping heâd get another chance. It made him feel better, at least.
âWait!â Seol-Hwi raised his hand. Something had appeared from the forest.
âWhat is it?â One of his subordinates came up to him. âCould someone be watching us?â
âI will head in first to make sure it isnât an ambush.â
Seol-Hwi examined the small building: a rectangle with four windows. It had to be a watch post.
âIf you hear anything, rendezvous with me immediately.â
âYes!â
âAlright.â Seol-Hwi lowered his body and approached. With each step, his tension soared.
Please let it be emptyâŠÂ Seol-Hwi could handle a first-class warrior, even if they were a bit strong. But a warrior with extraordinary swordsmanship would almost certainly be the end of him, even if they were on the same level. Everything hinged on being able to kill his opponent immediately.
One⊠twoâŠÂ He took a deep breath.
âHah!â He burst through the door.
A while later, his six subordinates came in and looked around.
âSquad leader?â
âDoesnât look like anyoneâs here. I was nervous for nothing.â
âRight?â One of the men patted his chest in relief.
But something was odd.
âSquad leader?â Seol-Hwi stared at the window like he was possessed.
âSquad leaderâŠâ The man called out again, but Seol-Hwi didnât answer.
Seol-Hwi was looking at the characters again. Time stopped again, while struggled to wrap his head around the question.
â¶Itâs an easy opponent. Fight.
It made no sense. Why? Because of what? Where did this enemy even come from?
â· Itâs an easy opponent. Fight.
â¶ Letâs solve it through conversation. Weâll negotiate.
The cursor kept moving, but Seol-Hwi couldnât find a single enemy. He really could not feel any energy in the area.
â· Itâs an easy opponent. Fight.
â· Letâs solve it through conversation. Negotiate.
â¶ Itâs an undefeatable opponent. Run as fast as we can.
What the hell is this? The choices kept coming, like they were trying to mess with him. But time was frozen, and he had to choose.
â¶ Itâs an easy opponent. Fight.
â· Letâs solve it through conversation. Weâll negotiate.
â· Itâs an undefeatable opponent. Run as fast as we can.
Time dwindled, in contrast to his growing doubts.
If he couldnât sense the enemyâs energy, running or fighting was a doomed option.
Tick, tock.
âSquad leader?â One of the squad members called out to the stiff-faced Seol-Hwi.
âYou can come out.â
Although it made no sense to him. Had it even been an hour since they arrived? How had the enemy found them in such a short time? In his memories, the enemy had found them after midnight.
The silence stretched on.
Seol-Hwi looked at his puzzled men and shook his head.
âWell then. One of us will stay heââ
âI guess there is quite a good one here.â An old man strolled through the open door, the bright moon looming over his shoulder.
âYouâŠâ Seol-Hwi despaired.
His clothes were illustrated with plum blossoms, the symbol of Mount Hua Sect.
HowâŠÂ Seol-Hwi was shocked. From the moment they arrived, theyâd been moving away from the recon area without stopping. But here he was: Elder Goo Jong-Myung of Mount Hua Sect.
âYour expression says you recognize me?â The white-haired man leaned casually against the wall and looked around.
âHow did you know we were here?â
âHuh?â Elder Goo Jong-Myung tilted his head and smiled. âI donât know what youâre talking about. Arenât you the ones who invaded my patrol area?â
âPatrol?â Seol-Hwiâs eyes widened. What was that supposed to mean? Patrol area?
âThereâs no need to talk. I have no idea why youâre here, but you bastards from the Demonic sectsââ Goo Jong-Myung brandished his sword. ââneed to be killed!â
âMove!â His squad scattered. Seol-Hwi drew his sword.
A white beam flickered across his eyes.
Red blood splattered.
And then, something dug into his stomach.
âUghâ kuackââ
A moment. No, even less. He couldnât keep up even for a moment. Faster than lightning, the man cut the necks of his six men and thrust his sword into Seol-Hwiâs stomach.
âSlow as snails. Why are you so weak?â Goo Jong-Myung laughed as he examined his handiwork.
âUh⊠UhâŠâ
âWhat am I to do if the so-called âleaderâ is so weak?â
Smile.
Contempt and ridicule.
Seol-Hwi shook his head.
âYou⊠knew⊠right?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIt doesnât⊠make⊠sense⊠unless.. you knew⊠we were⊠coming.â
âWhat? You bastard.â Goo Jong-Myung frowned and gave his sword an annoyed tug.
âKuakâ!â The sword pushed deeper into Seol-Hwiâs stomach.
As Seol-Hwi collapsed to his knees, the man held his face up by the chin. When they locked eyes, Seol-Hwi could feel a chill creeping up his spine.
Jong-Myungâs voice was soft, so soft that Seol-Hwi doubted his ears.
âYou. How did you know?â
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