No.
This is a bit faster than expected.
Just before.
During sunset, the one called Vice Leader of the Five Mountains Sect eagerly experimented with the Demon-Suppressing Sword.
It seems you just need to infuse qi, so the vice leader quickly learned how to use it, lengthening and shortening the blade, making it thicker or thinner.
If you know how to use qi, it seems the usage isn’t that difficult.
That night.
He used it to slash and cut all his subordinates around him.
Yes.
Unable to overcome his desire, he immediately committed the act.
I thought he would at least get closer to Kunlun, or take it to where his forces are before doing something, but this is too fast.
After using the Demon-Suppressing Sword to cut people, he put it in his bosom and drew his sword.
Then he smashed the outside of the carriage with his foot. Shattered wood fragments pierced my body, and the vice leader, covered in blood, approached me saying witnesses aren’t needed and cut my neck with his sword.
Blood splattered, and my head was separated from my body.
I could have immediately stolen the warmth and turned them into monsters, but I didn’t this time.
Because when the severed head fell to the ground, I discovered people barely alive clinging to the ground.
He grabbed my head and body as they were and threw them far from the road before disappearing.
After lying there for a long time, insects gnawed at my body, and because beasts approached smelling blood, I regenerated my body.
As soon as I attached my head and raised my body, I saw a large creature.
There’s a tiger.
The beast that emerged from the darkness baring its huge fangs looks me over as if I’m strange.
I ignored it because I’m not interested in beasts, and it also lumbered away into the darkness of the forest. I’m glad it didn’t rush to eat me.
I don’t know yet if I can regenerate if eaten.
After shaking off dirt and insects from my body, I headed towards where people were abundant, hoping there were still living people.
The carriage we rode in is blazing with fire.
Looking around, the person called vice leader isn’t visible, perhaps having left here.
Looking at the debris, I roughly understand what he was trying to do.
He’s trying to frame it as if I came out of here, slaughtered the Five Mountains Sect people and ran away.
In a mountainous area where beasts like the tiger I saw earlier roam, things like corpses would quickly disappear.
Still, it seems he prepared the consistency of reasons just in case. He’s trying to say I cut with the Demon-Suppressing Sword.
If there’s no one to correct it, lies tend to become truth, and it’s common for something to disappear without a trace in between.
However, the problem is that the one who committed such an act is me.
A deliciously cooked situation is right before my eyes.
I sat down in front of a dying person with a resentful expression.
“Hello, human.”
Their expression instantly changes to one of terror.
Oh? Did this person see me die?
Ah. Come to think of it, this is the person whose gaze met mine when my head was cut off earlier.
It must be frightening, but conversely, whatever I say will be persuasive.
“If things continue like this, you’ll die. But if you contract with me, you can survive with a perfectly healthy body.”
At those words, they ponder. So I left the pondering person be and went to find people still alive, forcibly woke them up and asked the same question.
One, two, three, four. Five. Six.
One died while speaking so exclude that.
“I’m sorry, everyone. I can contract with 3 people a day. There are five people alive now. I can’t save two people.”
I can see the bodies of living people twitching.
That’s right. Numbers are easy to understand, and therefore easily seep into the heart.
That’s why scammers bring up numbers when saying something. Even if it’s a meaningless number, the moment you lay it out, it becomes persuasive.
“I will give myself to you. In exchange, when you finish everything later, I’ll take everything you have then. How about it?”
I recite the contract text.
And I added the next words.
“If you agree, that’s the contract. But only up to 3 people.”
A time-limited first come, first served.
Actually, there’s a way for all people to survive. If they contract with the wish to save all the dying people here, they might gain superpowers that can save them.
But I don’t say that.
Because what I need are people who can spread far with resentment.
“I-I’ll do it.”
Just then, a man farthest away said that.
“Alright.”
When I flowed myself into him, he changed like pottery, then his whole body cracked like pottery made of clay and he was reborn as a man with purple hair and bright blue skin from inside.
It seems people whose lives are in danger end up with skin like that after all.
Anyway, it’s a strange appearance, but he did come back to life.
Now there are 4 people left. Two spots.
It’s a battle of wits.
Then the man who changed first walked up to me.
“What do you want?”
“I believe humans should choose what they want to do themselves. And if I have a request, for the people who died here. Please make graves at least.”
It sounds like I have a personality and respect the dead, right? This isn’t something I’m saying for your sake. It’s to reduce wariness towards me.
There are no particular restrictions, and I’m asking to do what should be done as human decency.
Doesn’t it sound not bad?
In reality, it’s confirmed that warmth will be stolen.
“I, I’ll do it. I can’t, die, yet.”
This time, a man who had fallen over as if dead with his head covered in sand spoke.
He also had blue skin.
Now there are three people left. One spot.
If the choice is delayed, the probability decreases. 60%, 50%, 33.3%.
Let’s add a little more goodwill.
“From now on, I can only save one person.”
Let’s make them choose properly. Who will go first. Who will die. And who will work bearing the most guilt.
As time passes.
One person died.
So the probability rose again. But I don’t explain that. I’m deliberately simmering and boiling people.
The blazing carriage is now almost extinguished. As the light fades, one man raised his hand.
“Me. I’ll, contract.”
He regenerated.
And one person was left.
Five Mountains Sword Sect Alliance. Shortened to simply Five Mountains Sect.
Mount Hua Sect, Northern Mount Heng Sect, Mount Song Sect, Mount Tai Sect, Southern Mount Heng Sect. It’s an alliance that combines the power of these five sects.
The survivors are one from Mount Hua Sect, one from Mount Song Sect, and one from Mount Tai Sect.
Among them, the Mount Song Sect person is in a quite important position. He’s the disciple of the Five Mountains Sect leader, the Blind Swordsman, and the current vice leader.
He’ll probably have a lot to say. Also, he’ll likely have some right to speak.
Approaching the almost extinguished flames, I asked like this while looking at the three who still haven’t properly come to their senses:
“You’ll help make graves for the dead people, right?”
A night full of darkness. I stood behind the light.
This is staging.
And I put a drop of malice in it.
Now look directly at the corpses of people who were once your comrades.
Who on earth made them like that?
So that I can set priorities to my taste, I asked them to bury the dead.
They all agreed.
Meanwhile, there’s still someone alive. Who will be hit by the bomb?
And emotions are contagious.
I deliberately went to a place close to the road where corpses were strewn about, and diligently dug the ground with a sword I picked up.
Some people help following me, while others take care of the corpses.
“Ah, ah, ah! Aaaaah! Why! Why on earth! Jung Chiljin! You one-of-a-kind trash bastard!”
And eventually, I met the person who was alive. Or met the person who was dying. With a small greeting, that person died.
By chance, they were acquainted with each other.
Emotions exploded. A scream mixed with wailing and anger burst out, and the vice leader’s name popped out. And the survivors look at each other.
Yes. That’s right.
It’s more painful to meet a dying person than a dead person. I know well.
And as the wailing subsided, by the time everyone was buried in the ground. The faces of the survivors were a mess. Especially the hatred flickering in their eyes is particularly to my liking.
Then a man called Cheon Baek from the Mount Tai Sect approached me.
“Why did you save us?”
There’s a more cold-headed person than I thought.
“My goal is to go to Mount Kunlun. It was comfortable not to walk while riding in the carriage. Being tied up didn’t bother me, and I stayed quiet because everything would be revealed anyway when I got to Mount Kunlun.”
So I said this.
Of course, when I get to Mount Kunlun it will be revealed that I’m a monster, but I didn’t lie. Just the facts.
But it sounds like I was related to Taoists or immortals, right?
“But things turned out like this.”
Then a man called Won Hugong from the Mount Hua Sect who was behind approached.
“Why didn’t you help us? You could have helped when that bastard used the treasure, couldn’t you!”
He’s a person who first paints anger on the target in front of him. If you create an easy-to-understand reason, it’s easy to understand.
“As you can see, this is all. I can make a body regenerate in most cases. And three times a day. One chance per person. Giving a chance to regenerate the body. As I told the person called Yu Daejeong, I can’t use the Demon-Suppressing Sword.”
Of course, the fact that I have regenerative abilities and that I can’t use the Demon-Suppressing Sword are completely different reasons. But putting it together like this makes it sound like I have no combat ability at all.
While doing so, I add the name of Yu Daejeong, the Southern Mount Heng Sect Leader I met earlier, to increase persuasiveness. Thinking coldly, that’s also something I said.
Can you think of such logic? You?
“As for the treasure, it can’t be helped. I’ll continue going to Mount Kunlun. You humans do as you please. Well then, goodbye.”
One more time. Throwing the implication that I’m not human, I leave them as they are. I left it so that misconceptions would be mixed in when they talk about me after meeting people.
To make it difficult for someone to grab my ankle.
I walk towards where Mount Kunlun is.
There’s a long way to go.
But I won’t be bored in the meantime. Because there are 3 more people to watch.