Chapter 103 – Heavenly Demon’s Disciple (25)
[Chapter 5 – Section 10] What Is Your Answer?
“Mao Zhai?”
“No need to be shocked. This is the real reason I came to the Blood Demon Palace. To defeat the Heavenly Demon, I needed the power of the Blood God, so I induced his descent.”
“Blood God…?”
“The worst existence the Blood Demon summons in the final volume of <Is This Heavenly Demon for Real?>.”
“I know that one. The Heavenly Demon barely manages to take him down by trading his own life.”
The absolute worst battle in the series, where the protagonist, obsessed with women, abandons the grace of his master and only protects his wives.
The Blood God (血神).
Because the novel is told from the protagonist’s point of view, the actual fight isn’t shown, but even in an incomplete descent, he is the true strongest being—the one the setting’s top powerhouse barely defeated.
Yet now…
“No breathing room at all…”
The moment the Blood God descended, Mao Zhai’s Sword Control Technique instantly severed all four limbs and pierced his heart. It was a miracle he was still alive.
And he was male.
‘So that’s what the Blood God looks like.’
The original novel gave zero description or explanation.
Appearance: early thirties.
I had imagined blood-red hair and eyes because of the “Blood God” title, but he looked like a perfectly ordinary East Asian man.
Mao Zhai walked up to the Blood God, now reduced to only a head and torso.
“Blood God So Un-hyeon. I apologize if I offended you. That is simply how terrifying you are.”
“You’ve got a smooth tongue.”
“The Heaven-and-Earth Yin-Yang Body can absorb any power. You are no exception. I will gratefully make use of it.”
“Hmph! Do your best.”
“Of course—”
“Pianist.”
“…I am not a pianist.”
Pianist.
A profession that doesn’t exist in the martial world, yet the Blood God somehow knew Mao Zhai’s real-world aptitude. He sneered at the victor whose face had gone rigid.
“Go home and play the piano.”
“Shut up!”
Stab!
Mao Zhai’s right hand plunged deep into the naked Blood God’s chest.
“The Star-Absorbing Great Law?”
“Hahaha! How does it feel for the strongest Blood Demon ever to fall to his own Star-Absorbing Great Law?!”
“Hmm… Is this pianist story even real?”
“Shut up! Shut uuuup!”
Crackle…
The Blood God’s body aged at terrifying speed and finally crumbled into dust.
***
“This is the worst… cough!”
Having absorbed the Blood God’s power with the Star-Absorbing Great Law he learned from the Blood Demon, Mao Zhai left with a satisfied expression.
What happened to Ma-ryong?
‘He’s probably dead.’
I don’t know if Mao Zhai also stole the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, but Ma-ryong had definitely been dealt with.
And the women who helped summon the Blood God only to have their power stolen and die meaninglessly?
“Kyaa?!”
“Kyaaaa?!”
Freed from the Blood Demon’s sorcery and back in their right minds, they frantically covered their naked bodies and screamed in horror.
“Waaah!”
“Waaaa!”
The loudly crying babies, at least, seemed unharmed for now.
The damage?
“…”
Many women were clearly suffering severe mental shock, but compared to Sword Phoenix who had been brutally murdered, it was just whining.
‘May you meet good parents again in the reality that is not a dream.’
I silently prayed for her soul.
“…Damn it.”
It was a rerun of the helplessness I felt against magical-boy Choi Kang-min.
“Young Master Kang…”
Tang Sayang, who had calmly picked up scattered clothes and dressed without panicking, looked at me with deep worry.
“I’m fine. I didn’t die, did I?”
I’d be stuck in this world a bit longer, but it wasn’t a failure.
‘I have to win somehow.’
Meeting and talking to Mao Zhai made it clear: the only way to persuade him is to crush him with pure strength!
Any cheap trick would only provoke him and hasten my death.
To win?
Inner energy.
Mao Zhai, possessing the protagonist’s body, has the Heaven-and-Earth Yin-Yang Body, but the Heavenly Demon wasn’t wrong in his judgment.
A guy whose real-world aptitude is “pianist” has zero talent for martial arts.
Whereas I?
“Urgh…!”
“Young Master Kang! You mustn’t push yourself yet!”
“I can bear it.”
This is the body that once knocked out the world #2 ranked taekwondo athlete. Sure, I lost to the women’s world #1, but that cowardly woman only hit-and-ran for points!
Anyway, I’m confident I can fight better than a piano specialist.
‘If only our inner energy were close!’
If our inner energy levels were even remotely similar, I’d have more than enough chance of winning!
(What a frustrating little shit.)
“Hm?”
I turned to look at Tang Sayang, who was supporting me.
“…Is something wrong?”
“Miss Tang, do I seem frustrating to you?”
“Huh? No, not at all. I think Young Hero Kang, who leaped in to save Sword Phoenix even knowing it was reckless, fully deserves to be called a great hero.”
(Give up. There’s no way you’ll ever catch up to Mao Zhai’s inner energy.)
“…”
That tone was far too light and lively to be the Blood Demon.
(In the original novel, the protagonist started cultivating inner energy from volume 1, while you only began at volume 215. You really think you can surpass him? Don’t you have any conscience?)
I stopped walking.
“Young Master Kang?”
“Just a moment.”
I glanced around.
“…”
“…”
Other than the Blood Demon’s women and children quietly following us, there was no one else.
‘Did I ever tell Tang Sayang anything about the novel?’
I’m certain I didn’t.
(You’re such a frustrating little shit! You still haven’t figured it out?)
“The Blood God…”
So he’s not dead yet.
(I’ll keep it short because we’re out of time. Make a contract with me and I’ll teach you how to beat Mao Zhai.)
“A contract?”
“Young Master Kang?”
(Even if you speak in your mind, I can hear you, so stop yelling like a country bumpkin.)
“…”
What kind of contract?
(Bring me into the present world and I’ll lend you my wisdom.)
The present world? I don’t know how.
Plus, I can’t trust the promise of the Blood God who once bathed the Central Plains in blood.
(Do you want Song Sun-young stolen by some foreign prince named Leon?)
How—
(Don’t ask how I know. We’re out of time. If you die again this time, restarting will be difficult. Can you guarantee your girlfriend won’t dump you for being pathetic?)
“…Now I understand why Mao Zhai got so worked up.”
The Blood God was a master at poking people’s sore spots.
“Young Master Kang, are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
“If it gets hard, tell me anytime.”
“Got it.”
(Kang Moon-soo, don’t you feel sorry for Song Sun-young? Flirting with other women just because your girlfriend isn’t watching? If you have a conscience, break up with her.)
…This is work.
(Don’t make excuses. It’s pathetic. You’re only clinging to other women because you’re weak, right? If your girlfriend found out her boyfriend was hugging other girls under the excuse of “work”…)
“Stop…!”
“Young Master Kang?”
“…Sorry.”
If I keep listening, I’ll want to die from self-loathing!
(I’ll ask one last time. Are you going to make the contract or not?)
“…”
I don’t know how to bring him to the present world.
(Don’t worry about that. You just have to answer.)
“Phew…”
I calmed my agitated heart and judged rationally.
‘This is a dream.’
No matter what trick the Blood God pulls, once I wake up, it’s over.
Decision made.
(So, what’s your answer?)
“I’ll do it.”
(You frustrating brat. You won’t regret making a contract with me.)
The world I knew changed.
We left the corpse-strewn Blood Demon Palace and took shelter in Molang Temple to escape the blood-soaked wind.
Emei Fairy and Emei Divine Sword—the two most recently captured and still mentally sound—stood watch while the rest tried to rest.
“Sob… sob…”
“Hic… hic…”
Had the Blood Demon not treated them too cruelly? The atmosphere was heavy with the grief and tears of women who had just lost their husband.
It’s not my fault, right?
(If you’d been stronger than Mao Zhai, neither the Blood Demon nor Sword Phoenix would have died.)
“…You’re right.”
The Blood Demon wouldn’t even have thought of summoning you if he hadn’t been cornered.
(Oh? You’re talking a little more now. Exactly! Thanks to you being so incredibly weak, I was able to come into the world. Though I got immediately wrecked by that rude bastard the moment I arrived.)
“Young Master Kang, how’s your body?”
“I can endure.”
(Don’t pretend to be tough in front of a woman. Forgot what Mao Zhai said? He’d spare your life. And he literally only spared your life.)
“…”
He’s right. Whether it’s severed tendons or something else, I can’t feel any strength in my limbs.
Fatal for an athlete!
In the real world, surgeons could reattach the tendons, but with Central Plains medical skills?
(For you, it’s impossible.)
Impossible, he says.
(You’ve gone beyond what Bone Reformation and Rejuvenation can fix. Your tendons are severed front and back and curled up like springs.)
“Hmm…”
Just hearing it sounds horrific.
(But you have me, so you don’t need to worry at all.)
Is there a way to heal it?
(Once you understand the structure of this world, it’s very simple.)
Structure?
(This place is Mao Zhai’s dream. A fictional world created by his desire to become the protagonist of <Is This Heavenly Demon for Real?>.)
The witch made it, though.
(I don’t know the principle, so don’t nitpick. I’m not omniscient about every sorcery in the universe. But I can guarantee this: the woman you call the witch cannot break the rules of this world either.)
Rules…?
(The witch cannot touch your body.)
Huh?
(Dig through your memories. Has that witch ever physically touched you?)
…No.
But avoiding unnecessary physical contact is normal even among friends, so it never seemed strange.
(You frustrating little shit!)
What now?
(Listen carefully. That witch has never once kicked you out of the dream directly. She erased the villa floor and lured magic boy Choi Kang-min to the hotel instead. Why go through all that trouble?)
…Because she can’t touch my body?
(Correct!)
“Young Master Kang, you’ve been frowning a lot. Why don’t you try closing your eyes for a bit?”
“I’ll try, Miss Tang. Thank you for worrying.”
“It’s nothing…”
(If Song Sun-young found out, she’d glue your eyelids shut forever.)
“…”
That actually sounds terrifyingly plausible.
(You are an uninvited foreign substance in this world. That also means you cannot be interfered with.)
Foreign substance.
I had vaguely felt it all along.
(Remember this well: every human has their own world.)
My own world.
(Review time. This place, set in *<Is This Heavenly Demon for Real?>, is Mao Zhai’s world. Right?)
Yes.
(Then what is your world?)
…My body?
(Correct! I was going to tattle every single one of your misdeeds to Song Sun-young if you got it wrong again…)
“Nooooo!”
“Young Master Kang?! Are you alright?!”
“…Sorry. I must’ve had a terrible nightmare.”
(But you fell for the witch’s wordplay and shackled yourself.)
When?
The Blood God perfectly mimicked the witch’s tone and voice.
(“You barged into this world on your own and ruined everything, didn’t you? Still going to deny it?”)
That… ah!
(She steered you into thinking you had to obey the world’s rules. From that moment on, you voluntarily submitted yourself to strict censorship every time you entered.)
“…”
I was completely played!
Exactly as the Blood God said. When I entered Song Sun-young’s and Choi Kang-min’s dreams, my clothes never changed. That very loophole let me crush magic boy Choi Kang-min so easily.
But after that?
‘Local attire.’
Whether it was the romance-fantasy novel <I Became the Youngest Daughter of a Count Family> or this wuxia world <Is This Heavenly Demon for Real?>, I was perfectly localized every time.
Even in Nam Hae-soo’s old-era past he wanted to change, a quarantine mask was in my pocket.
(Now you get it?)
“…Yes.”
My body is my own world. But does knowing that actually change anything?
(You really are the most frustrating little shit alive!)
I’m genuinely sorry!
(Replace the body that’s been obeying this world’s rules from the start. Do you believe inner energy actually exists?)
“No… oh!”
I finally understood the Blood God completely.
Inner energy? Of course it doesn’t exist!
If it did, athletes would ditch training camps and hole up in fresh-air resorts cultivating qi instead.
Crack—
For the first time, a fissure appeared in the flesh that had been obeying this world’s rules.
(Kang Moon-soo, what is your world?)
“My world…”
The image of Song Sun-young’s smooth, defenseless legs on my bed flashed through my mind.
(You horny little demon! Your head is crawling with lust devils—this is hopeless!)
Sorry for the crawling lust devils!
‘My world.’
Wudang?
No.
(Don’t push it. Because you buttoned the first button wrong, you can’t fully replace the body you have now.)
“…I know.”
“Young Master Kang?”
Tang Sayang’s eyes went wide as saucers where she had lent me her lap as a pillow.
I sprang up, my upper body suddenly light as air, and told her,
“I’m completely healed.”
“R-really?!”
“As you can see, perfectly fine.”
(Let me say this in advance: don’t beg me to teach you the sorcery that lets you peek into women’s hearts.)
Huh?! Why not?!
(Because our contract is too strong. Same reason you can’t spy on Song Sun-young’s underwear with the Hubble Telescope.)
That analogy is a little uncomfortable.
(Then take it up with the lust devils in your head.)
“…I’m going insane.”
I just want to go back to reality as fast as possible.
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