Chapter 20

Chapter 20

"This is already the second time I'm saying this."

"Congratulations."

After the sword landed in the blood-soaked plaza...

An eerie peace returned to the Dark Demon Well.

Perhaps the Dark Demon Corps understood that no one had slept during the night.

They gave everyone roughly four hours to rest.

When the trainees returned...

Jo Gyun's harsh voice greeted them again.

There were far fewer people now.

And unlike before...

The survivors listened with disciplined postures.

"You have now moved beyond being better trash."

"You are carefully selected trash."

Jo Gyun looked across them.

"Under the light of the Sacred Moon, I officially declare that everyone gathered here has passed the entrance examination of the Dark Demon Well."

"This time, you're allowed to be happy."

"F-finally!"

"So last night really was a test!"

"Damn it! We survived!"

"OOOOOOOH!"

For once...

Jo Gyun's tone was slightly relaxed.

So the bloodbath from the previous night had indeed been another entrance trial.

"Enough."

"From this point onward, official Dark Demon Well training begins."

"Until now, you competed against one another."

"From here onward, growth is the priority."

"From this moment, killing another trainee outside an assigned mission is forbidden."

"Break that rule and you will be expelled immediately."

The joy vanished almost instantly.

Still...

There was something reassuring in that.

At least now...

They didn't have to sleep with their lives constantly hanging by a thread.

Or so I thought.

"Of course..."

Jo Gyun smiled unpleasantly.

"Accidents during training are excluded."

That single sentence destroyed the sense of relief.

This was still the Dark Demon Well.

"Still, you passed the entrance test."

"You deserve something for it."

"From now on, the Demon Prison Rings may be removed."

"And based on your performance in the first two trials..."

"Rewards will be distributed."

Faces brightened again.

The Dark Demon Corps warriors moved immediately.

Large ranking sheets were posted on the wall.

Each surviving trainee's name was listed...

Along with a grade based on both trials.

"Rewards differ by grade."

"A-grade."

"B-grade."

"C-grade."

"The pills you receive and the level of the scripture repository you may enter will differ."

"However, grades can change."

"Your future evaluations may raise or lower them."

"Train accordingly."

The moment Jo Gyun finished...

Everyone rushed toward the rankings.

Ma Hapji and I moved forward too.

I quickly found my name.

Fortunately...

My initial grade was...

A-grade.

Yes!

I needed many things.

A proper cultivation method.

Movement techniques.

Lightness skills.

Anything I couldn't access in the modern world.

People said the Dark Demon Well was a place of opportunity.

Apparently...

I was one of those people.

I celebrated inwardly.

I'd seen this method of controlling groups countless times.

Divide people into ranks.

Give different rewards.

Show them that advancement is possible.

Achievement-based rewards and the hope of promotion.

One of the best methods for controlling large groups.

The military used it constantly.

I'd fallen for it many times before.

And even knowing exactly what was happening...

I fell for it again.

Familiar flavors were still good.

"Oh."

Ma Hapji smiled.

"Both Third Young Master and Fifth Young Master are A-grade."

"What about Brother Ma?"

"Hahaha. Embarrassing as it is, this Ma has also received A-grade."

"Six A-grades total."

"You, me, Fifth Young Master..."

"The other three names are unfamiliar."

There were six people in the highest grade.

Outside the three of us...

I didn't recognize the rest.

That meant the Southeast Asian man I'd been watching...

Na Gak...

Had failed to make A-grade.

The competition here was harsher than expected.

"If you've checked, return to your positions."

"Step forward when your name is called."

"You'll receive a pill and have the Demon Prison Ring removed."

"Afterward, you'll be led to the scripture repository corresponding to your grade."

"Dismissed."

"Understood!"

Thud! Thud!

Now they finally had the formal title of trainees.

Maybe that changed something.

Everyone responded sharply to Jo Gyun.

Then...

In order...

They stepped forward.

Each person received a small wooden box.

And their Demon Prison Ring was removed.

Finally.

The moment the ring came off my wrist...

My entire body felt incredibly light.

Heukrang's presence inside me also became vivid again.

Apparently, he felt liberated too.

He stretched dramatically inside the mental space.

The first thing I did...

Was circulate my internal energy.

I wanted to confirm whether the poison from last night had truly been converted into internal energy.

Until now...

Heukrang's changed appearance had only given me a suspicion.

But once I circulated the energy...

I became certain.

My internal energy increased.

It really had.

The poison had actually transformed into internal energy.

Roughly five years' worth.

Sitting comfortably inside my dantian.

My theory was correct.

You amazing bastard.

Tonight you get a feast.

The pill and proper meditation too.

Heukrang wagged his tail happily.

Maybe he'd already smelled the pill in my hand.

I was curious too.

What kind of pill had the Dark Demon Well given us as our first reward?

I returned quietly to my place and opened the box.

The pill inside was smaller than the Demon Spirit Pill.

Its fragrance was also weaker.

"Oh."

Ma Hapji, who had received the same thing, recognized it immediately.

"A Demon Essence Pill."

"Hahaha."

"I never thought I'd receive something this precious."

The Demon Essence Pill.

One of the most valuable elixirs of the Divine Cult...

Below only the Demon God Pill and Demon Spirit Pill.

Because I'd started with a Demon Spirit Pill...

My standards had become a little unreasonable.

Still...

This was more than enough.

Unlike ordinary people...

I had Heukrang.

Others might lose a portion of the energy while refining it.

I could absorb the entire fifteen years of cultivation.

And this was only the beginning.

According to what I'd heard...

There would be more pills later.

And if anyone wanted to poison me again before then...

Even better.

Never in my life had I imagined there would come a day when I looked forward to assassination by poison.

"Once everyone has received their reward..."

"We move."

"A-grade follows me."

"The rest follow your assigned warriors."

After distribution ended...

The trainees were divided according to grade.

For the first time...

I could properly see all the A-grade trainees.

One was the Japanese-looking man from Punghwa Island who had been swinging a katana.

Another was the blond Westerner who had used the massive iron staff.

And the last...

Was someone I hadn't properly seen before.

A woman approached with long reddish-brown hair.

A small bow rested across her back.

A quiver hung from one thigh.

A bamboo tube hung from the other.

The moment I saw her...

I knew.

She was the archer who had been firing from inside the cave chamber last night.

Her foreign features once again reminded me how open the Divine Cult was.

Reddish-brown hair.

Light-colored eyes.

High nose.

Strong facial features.

She looked partly Central Plains...

And partly foreign.

And...

Her chest was remarkably generous.

It was difficult not to notice.

Six highly ranked trainees gathered together.

Awkwardness filled the air.

You could call us comrades...

But "competitors" was probably more accurate.

"Hmm."

Ma Hapji broke the silence first.

"We're all A-grade trainees."

"Since meeting like this is fate..."

"Shall we introduce ourselves?"

"I am Ma Hapji."

"Also called the Black-Faced Wanderer."

"...If we're doing this."

The Japanese man spoke next.

"I am Bijo."

"From the Punghwa Sect of Outer Moon Peak."

The blond man grinned.

"Gu Yangson of the Hamma Sect from Baekta Peak."

"You all survived surprisingly well."

"Hahaha!"

Their personalities came through immediately.

Bijo seemed ordinary enough.

Gu Yangson looked just as wild as his appearance suggested.

This was still a place filled with people.

Not everyone had to be impossible.

"Cheon Gangwol of Fifth Moon Peak."

"Cheon Sowol of Third Moon Peak."

Gu Yangson blinked.

"So you really are the two Young Masters."

"I thought you looked alike!"

Cheon Gangwol's eyes sharpened.

"Blond man."

"You should watch how you speak."

"What?"

"Now, now."

I stepped in.

"Brother Gu, please understand."

"My little brother is..."

"Very..."

I tapped my temple.

"Unwell."

"Very unwell."

"Oh."

Gu Yangson nodded seriously.

"So that's what it was."

"Obviously not!"

Cheon Gangwol snapped.

"Don't believe him!"

"Cheon Sowol, you bastard...!"

Ah.

There was at least one troublesome person.

Unfortunately...

He was my younger brother.

"Now, now."

Ma Hapji intervened again.

"These two Young Masters are always like this."

"Don't worry too much."

Then he turned toward the quiet woman.

"And this heroine?"

"May we know your name?"

Everyone looked toward her.

She tied her reddish-brown hair back.

Then answered briefly.

"Yang Myeonghwa."

"From Xinjiang."

"Hmm."

Ma Hapji nodded.

"A recent convert."

"Hahaha."

"Recent converts are usually assigned somewhere directly."

"For you to reach the Dark Demon Well..."

"You must have had quite a story."

Not everyone living near the Heavenly Mountains had been born into the faith.

Many people converted later.

The Divine Cult called them converts.

Usually...

A martial artist who converted was assigned to an organization according to skill.

A kind of settlement welfare program offered by the cult.

The Sacred Moon Divine Cult was surprisingly well organized in that sense.

If it existed in modern times...

I might've considered joining.

Heavenly Demon's magic wand...?

Not bad.

Ma Hapji kept trying to get Yang Myeonghwa to talk.

Despite receiving almost no response...

He persisted.

Unfortunately...

The awkward atmosphere remained.

Then...

"If you're finished talking, follow me."

Jo Gyun's cracked voice rescued us.

He led the six A-grade trainees deeper into the Dark Demon Well.

After walking for some time...

We stopped in front of a massive iron door.

Above it...

Someone had roughly carved three characters.

[Dark Scripture Pavilion]

There wasn't even a proper signboard.

The writing looked as though someone had simply cut it into the metal with a blade.

"This is the scripture repository you will enter."

"The Dark Scripture Pavilion."

"It has existed since the Dark Demon Well was first built."

"A place with great history."

Jo Gyun looked at us.

"Although its character differs..."

"It is not inferior to the Demon Scripture Pavilion, the highest-level repository of the Divine Cult."

"So consider it an honor to enter."

I'd thought this before...

But the Dark Demon Well was suspicious.

Publicly...

It was supposed to gather trash and reform them.

Yet...

It was far too carefully constructed for that.

This Dark Scripture Pavilion alone proved it.

A dedicated martial arts repository for people who were supposedly closer to ordinary martial artists than masters.

Even basic intermediate martial arts would've been enough for such people.

But the resources prepared here went far beyond that.

It made me even more suspicious that the Dark Demon Well had another purpose.

"You may remain inside for four hours."

"No books may leave."

"Copying is forbidden."

"And if you damage any book..."

Jo Gyun smiled coldly.

"Prepare yourself."

"You'll end up looking the same way."

Creeeak.

The huge iron door opened.

A stale, dusty smell poured out.

Everyone frowned.

But only for a moment.

"Your time starts now."

The instant Jo Gyun said it...

All six of us moved.

We rushed inside the Dark Scripture Pavilion faster than at any other moment.

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