Chapter 28

Chapter 28


"I have five martial arts I learned from the Dark Scripture Pavilion."

"If you join my team..."

"I will allow all members to learn them and grow stronger."

"I will personally assist with every aspect of training."

"There will be no unfair treatment."

"I will lead according to clear rules and fairness."

"So anyone who wishes..."

"Come to me."

"I will walk your Demonic Path with you, like the Sacred Moon itself."

"And I am not looking only for companions inside the Dark Demon Well."

"Those who wish to follow where the light of the Sacred Moon leads even afterward..."

"Gather beneath me."

Jo Gyun had said one simple thing.

Form teams.

Then left.

Tension immediately filled the trainees.

Who should choose?

Who should be chosen?

Eventually...

It became an auction.

A-grade trainees stood before everyone.

Each tried to sell themselves as a team leader.

Cheon Gangwol spoke first.

As the top-ranked trainee...

His speech was polished.

His conditions attractive.

A team that would become stronger together.

For lower-ranked trainees...

It sounded incredibly appealing.

Especially the last part...

Smart.

He was implying responsibility after the Dark Demon Well ended too.

Who would refuse the opportunity to become a direct subordinate of the Fifth Young Master?

"Then..."

"Are you saying you'll accept everyone after the Dark Demon Well too?"

"I'm not saying I'll take you in."

"We will walk together."

"If you need me and I need you..."

"We'll remain together."

"Can even C-grade trainees apply?"

"Your current grade is irrelevant."

"As long as you possess the will to grow stronger..."

"Anyone may join."

"We will become stronger."

"Ohhhhh!"

I was certain Cheon Gangwol had another purpose.

He wanted his own faction.

A personal force.

He tried to hide it behind noble words...

But he was a transparent bear pretending to be a fox.

And his maternal family is already powerful.

Greedy bastard.

His mother's side had the Second Elder.

One of the biggest figures in the Divine Cult.

Still...

He wanted his own people.

Why had he entered the Dark Demon Well in the first place?

Everything about him raised questions.

Next came Bijo of the Punghwa Sect.

"I am Bijo of the Punghwa Sect."

"People of our sect know how to sail ships."

"How to read wind."

"The same applies to great trends and battlefields."

"I will lead this team like a ship."

"Trust yourself to me as a ship trusts the wind."

"This place values strength."

"Come to me."

"And..."

"I accept challenges."

"If you believe you can defeat me and become leader..."

"Come."

"Also..."

"I too am looking beyond the Dark Demon Well."

"That is all."

As expected of the Japanese-looking man...

The speech was blunt.

But I thought it was clever.

Especially the challenge.

He was using himself as bait to gather strong people.

And saying he also looked beyond the Dark Demon Well...

He was cautious.

Thinking ahead.

Then Ma Hapji stepped forward.

"I am Ma Hapji."

"Also known as the Black-Faced Wanderer."

"As you can see..."

"I am Outer Sect among Outer Sect."

"Hahaha."

"I know many of those inside the Dark Demon Well are Outer Sect members."

"I want to prove something."

"Not inside this place."

"But across the Divine Cult itself."

"I want to prove the Outer Sect can be strong."

"Let us gather our strength and show them."

Ma Hapji simply emphasized the Outer Sect.

Given the demographics of the Dark Demon Well...

It was a very effective message.

The speeches were also changing in tone.

Perhaps because everyone sensed we were entering the final half.

People were beginning to think beyond the Dark Demon Well.

The teams formed here might later affect our positions in the Divine Cult.

Then Gu Yangson stepped forward.

"I'm Gu Yangson."

"Just trust me and follow."

"I'll smash everything that stands in our path."

"I won't promise much else."

"But one thing..."

"I will always stand at the front."

"So keep your eyes on my back and follow."

"Hahahahaha!"

Simple.

Direct.

Perfect for his wild appearance.

The promise to stand in front rather than throw others forward...

Sounded dependable to many people.

Being a human shield wasn't a bad selling point inside the Dark Demon Well.

Then...

"Jaehee."

A small figure stepped forward.

Honestly...

I still couldn't tell at first whether Jaehee was male or female.

Small height.

Small body.

Terrifying weapon.

A chain sickle constantly spinning around.

"Everything should be fun."

"Anyone who wants to enjoy things..."

"Come to me."

"One promise."

"I don't discriminate against anyone."

"If people pointed at you and called you strange..."

"Come."

"I'll cut off every finger that pointed at you and bring it back."

"Same in the Divine Cult."

"Let's tear apart the mouths that laughed at us."

"Kahahahaha!"

Naturally...

The people attracted to Jaehee also looked abnormal.

A team I definitely didn't want to approach.

Eventually...

My turn came.

Even the speeches followed ranking order.

The sadness of last place.

Maybe that's why...

"Cheon Sowol."

"I don't know how to make a grand speech like the others."

"So..."

"Only people who can follow until the end should come to me."

"Let me make one thing clear."

"I'm last among A-grade."

"But I'm very strong."

"That's all."

Cheon Gangwol and Ma Hapji both covered their foreheads.

Question marks filled everyone else's faces.

"Uh..."

"Is that it?"

"Nothing else?"

"Something like martial arts?"

"Or..."

"Leader benefits?"

"Will you stand at the front?"

When one person spoke less...

Others naturally spoke more.

Science.

My short speech created a flood of questions.

Probably because Cheon Gangwol's offer had been so powerful.

Different wording...

Same question.

What do we gain by joining you?

"Do I have something?"

"Of course."

Every ear perked up.

They expected martial arts.

Resources.

Promises.

I gave them what I had.

"I'll keep you alive."


I'll keep you alive.

Short.

Powerful.

And completely sincere.

I had no idea how it sounded to everyone else.

But to me...

Nothing could've been more honest.

It wasn't empty talk.

First...

If someone joined my team...

I wouldn't kill them.

Team battles were obviously coming.

Weapons would almost certainly cross.

As long as someone was on my side...

They wouldn't die by my hand.

I didn't kill without reason.

But that wasn't the only meaning.

Who was I?

In the modern world...

I'd been called a king of survival.

Living through impossible situations was what I did best.

If people joined me...

I intended to bring them out alive too.

So...

I'll keep you alive also meant...

I'll protect you.

Maybe the sentence was too short.

Because when the teams finished forming...

I stared at the people gathered around me.

"Five...?"

Only five.

"Yes."

"These are everyone who applied."

"Well..."

"Great."

"A small elite unit."

Cheon Gangwol had the largest group.

Of course.

Youngest prince.

Powerful maternal family.

Top rank.

Strong speech.

Open to all grades.

Naturally...

People gathered.

Whether they were good was another question.

Ma Hapji had the second-largest group.

He united many Outer Sect members.

Different skin colors.

Different ethnic backgrounds.

Different martial arts.

Different weapons.

A very distinctive team.

Bijo attracted aggressive fighters.

Many wanted to challenge him and possibly take leadership.

They were already fighting among themselves.

Sparks and metal noises showed the hierarchy battle had started.

Gu Yangson's team was ordinary.

He accepted people without much concern.

Didn't chase anyone leaving.

He trusted his own strength.

Jaehee gathered every strange bastard in the area.

It was eventually confirmed that Jaehee was male.

That didn't change much.

The people around him had unfocused eyes.

I didn't care how strong they were.

I absolutely did not want to fight that team.

People who drooled were more frightening than people who spat.

And they were all drooling.

A lot.

Our side...

What about us?

If I had to choose a theme...

Small elite force.

Had to be.

We were small whether I wanted it or not.

So elite was the only acceptable word.

I examined the five.

Several were familiar.

First...

The shield twins.

Each carried a shield.

One a sword.

The other a saber.

I remembered seeing them during the second trial.

Individually...

They weren't especially strong.

Both were C-grade.

But their coordination had been excellent.

Back then...

I'd evaluated them as:

Individually trouble.

Together, upper-middle.

The third familiar face...

Was a muscular man with short hair.

Quiet appearance.

He held a long spear.

B-grade.

A valuable fighter.

I'd watched him during the second trial too.

Excellent spear technique.

Could withstand multiple opponents.

Used strategic movement.

His expression suggested a silent personality.

Next...

The most familiar.

Na Gak.

The Southeast Asian man who had fought me during the first trial.

His expression was firm.

His eyes held clear purpose.

I'd told him earlier:

Prove yourself and come to me.

He had remembered.

If he'd arrived too early...

I might've sent him away.

Now...

The timing was perfect.

I couldn't hide my smile.

Finally...

Yang Myeonghwa.

The only former A-grade trainee who had dropped to B-grade.

Still carrying her bow.

Still carrying her bamboo tube.

Still perfectly calm.

She didn't look bothered by losing rank.

For my team...

She was excellent combat power.

Still beautiful too.

"All right."

"No one else seems to be coming."

I looked at my small team.

"Then let's start with the people we've got."

For only five members...

The quality was surprisingly good.

They were all people I'd already noticed.

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