Became a God-Level M Chapter 250 : Quite Skilled

Chapter 250: Quite Skilled

Jin Seong-un examined the assassins’ appearances and then casually hoisted them over both shoulders.

As the slaughter by Jang Gwang, the Delivery Star, continued on one side of the battlefield, martial artists who had been fleeing in utter panic suddenly noticed Jin Seong-un.

For an instant, murderous intent flickered in their eyes.

They too were n who had lost comrades on the battlefield.

From their perspective, Jin Seong-un, standing idly with people slung over both shoulders, was a completely defenseless enemy.

“Kill him!”

The martial artists raised their blades sharply and charged at Jin Seong-un.

Jin Seong-un looked at them calmly.

This war was not simply a clash of ideology, belief, or nations. They were people who had crossed the borders of the Central Plains to plunder and slaughter common folk.

Their excesses had grown so severe that even the Imperial Court had ultimately dispatched troops.

In other words, Jin Seong-un had absolutely no reason to show rcy.

About a dozen martial artists, burning with vengeance, surrounded Jin Seong-un and stabbed with their blades. They intended to pierce his neck, heart, shoulders, and thighs without discrimination and kill him.

A battlefield was, by nature, devoid of rcy.

Unlike duels between Murim masters, there were rarely clean conclusions.

If killing the opponent was possible, anywhere would do—that was the battlefield.

Feeling their ferocious killing intent, Jin Seong-un stomped his foot down.

Koo-ung-!

In an instant, more than ten martial artists lost their balance and staggered. A trendous rebound force surged up from the ground and struck beneath their feet.

Their bodies lifted an inch into the air, and then an overwhelming force violently churned their qi.

“Kuhk!”

They spewed blood from their mouths and collapsed onto the ground. Jin Seong-un looked at them with a dry expression, then charged forward.

With people slung over his shoulders, his hands were not free, but that was no great problem for Jin Seong-un.

The Blood Demon’s martial arts used the entire body.

He kicked up an opponent’s chin, drove his knee into ribs, and swept kicks across the waist to deliver death.

If there were those who occasionally launched hidden weapons……

Tadadadak-!

He blocked them with the backs of the assassins on his shoulders.

Each ti, the unconscious assassins twitched instinctively, but he paid it no mind.

On one side, Jang Gwang swung his massive axe again and again, raising a crimson whirlwind.

On the other, Jin Seong-un, like a walking calamity, left dozens of deaths with every step.

The battlefield commander of Okmun Pass, Cheok Mu-san, stared blankly at the scene. He had rely ordered food, yet those who arrived under the guise of delivery had completely overturned the montum of the battlefield.

“An inn?”

He thought it had been called Seong-un Inn.

Having road isolated battlefields for decades, this was the first ti he had encountered the na Seong-un Inn.

Naturally, such thoughts arose.

“No, really, an inn?”

It was difficult to hire even a wanderer of that caliber.

Leaving money aside, the martial prowess of wanderers was, at best, comparable to that of ordinary soldiers.

Wanderers with that level of prowess each had their own reputation, and they did not move for money alone.

Just as Cheok Mu-san was about to let out a hollow laugh,

Jang Gwang and Jin Seong-un returned to their place.

The enemy had already completely lost the will to fight and was only fleeing in panic. Whether to drive them off entirely or pursue and exterminate them was now the soldiers’ responsibility.

Jin Seong-un set the assassins down carelessly on the ground and spoke to Cheok Mu-san.

“Thank you for using us.”

Jin Seong-un smiled the smile of an innkeeper.

However, since his face was covered in blood, Cheok Mu-san and the soldiers flinched.

Soone approached and handed over a piece of cloth. Jin Seong-un accepted it naturally, like a battlefield general, wiped his face, and then said,

“As you likely already know, this dish can be eaten by simply putting it into a heated pot and waiting briefly.”

Cheok Mu-san nodded.

He had many questions, but having just witnessed the man’s martial prowess firsthand, his mouth did not open easily.

He rely did as Jin Seong-un said, placing the white snowball-like object into the pot and waiting.

Chiiiiik-!

The snowball—no, the lump of fat—lted transparently and soon began to mix with the contents inside.

All kinds of at, vegetables, and auxiliary ingredients blended with the fat, releasing a fragrant aroma.

The at had been boiled until just before falling apart even during preparation at the inn, so chopsticks were unnecessary.

The soldiers roughly scooped the food with ladles or spoon-like tools and began stuffing it into their mouths.

Jin Seong-un waited for the soldiers’ reactions.

Seolhwa Undon, Seo Yu-gyeom’s new dish, was already being sent to battlefields all across the nation.

However, this was the first ti he had co in person to watch the soldiers’ reactions. This was the first battlefield to gather all requests and summon the innkeeper.

The soldiers who put the tender at and vegetables into their mouths soon closed their eyes gently.

A barren land reached after leaving their hotowns. Most of them had volunteered simply to earn money.

On the battlefield, cooking was a luxury. It was fortunate if they could fill their stomachs with dried grass or rice balls sprinkled with a bit of salt. Most of the ti, they dissolved things like Fasting Pills in cold water and shoved them into their mouths.

For those who had forgotten the very concept of “taste,” Seolhwa Undon was like salvation.

The soft richness of pork fat, the fluffy texture never found in dried at, the comforting warmth that soothed the heart, and the various seasonings and spices that blended richly in the mouth.

Loneliness, the death of comrades, longing for family.

Such things made people weak.

The soldiers on the battlefield, who held blades and killed and killed again, were still human in the end.

Those whose hearts were especially weary felt moisture well up in their eyes. Soone else moved a spoon carefully, trying to eat even one more bite in the anti.

Jin Seong-un watched the scene with a satisfied expression. The battlefield commander, Cheok Mu-san, approached Jin Seong-un and quietly asked,

“Then what exactly is it that you do?”

His tone was exceedingly respectful.

Cheok Mu-san was a veteran who had already passed fifty, while the other was rely a young martial artist who ran an inn, but having witnessed his prowess, respect naturally arose.

“I am simply Jin Seong-un of Yichang.”

There was nothing else to say.

Because that was the truth.

Cheok Mu-san nodded, then asked again,

“Are you perhaps planning to enter the army? Or do you have aspirations in the wanderer trade?”

It was a reasonable question.

Battlefields exchanged news with one another.

War, by nature, was interconnected.

In letters exchanged among generals, the na Seong-un Inn had appeared frequently of late. The epithet Delivery Star was the sa.

In other words, regardless of intent, Seong-un Inn was establishing a foothold on every battlefield in the Central Plains.

“Pardon? We are just an inn.”

Jin Seong-un said it as though it were obvious.

At that, Cheok Mu-san tilted his head repeatedly.

“Co on.”

“…….”

“Think about it. You establish a stronghold in Yichang, and dispatch martial artists to battlefields all across the Central Plains. Those martial artists then exterminate the enemy endlessly like heroes, building up military rit.”

“Stronghold…… military rit…….”

Jin Seong-un repeated the words as if dumbfounded.

Cheok Mu-san continued.

“Every battlefield keeps requesting that martial artists be sent, and each ti, the Yichang stronghold dispatches an extraordinary master who sweeps away the enemy. Are you truly saying this is just an inn?”

In truth, a reputation that was difficult to compare even with most wanderer organizations was rapidly being built.

That was only natural.

Wanderers were generally weak. Of course, that was only when compared to the mbers of Seong-un Inn.

Masters beyond the peak did not bother living as wanderers. There were simply too many Murim forces that would welco them and treat them with the utmost respect.

In other words, Seong-un Inn stood above any wanderer organization of the era. That was, unless one counted the Wanderer King, one of the Twenty-Seven Stars of the World, and those who followed him.

Jin Seong-un spoke.

“They are not martial artists, but inn waiters. And it is not extermination, but delivery.”

“That’s right. I am an inn waiter.”

Jang Gwang added as he slamd his bloodstained axe heavily onto the ground. At that, Cheok Mu-san and the soldiers flinched once more.

Jin Seong-un shot Jang Gwang a sidelong glance. It carried a rebuke asking what he thought he was doing, frightening custors like that.

Jang Gwang scratched his head awkwardly and said,

“……Anyway, I’m an inn waiter.”

Cheok Mu-san and the soldiers looked at Jang Gwang.

A War Star who stubbornly insisted he was an inn waiter stood before them.

Jin Seong-un also nodded and reiterated,

“Anyway, it’s an inn.”

He did not want to invite misunderstandings.

As it was, there were already quite a few people who referred to Seong-un Inn as a Murim force. Troubleso matters kept arising, so he wanted, as much as possible, to be called just an inn.

When the two spoke so firmly, Cheok Mu-san had no choice but to nod as well. The atmosphere demanded it.

“……Understood.”

Around that ti, the two assassins woke up.

They looked around at their surroundings, then sniffed the air. The savory scent of Seolhwa Undon filled the battlefield.

The assassins said,

“Give us so food too.”

“Let’s at least fill our bellies before heading to the afterlife.”

As top-class assassins of Deathshroud, the aura they exuded was anything but ordinary. Cheok Mu-san and the soldiers grew tense for no reason as they looked at the two assassins.

At that mont, Jin Seong-un struck the backs of the two assassins’ necks, knocking them unconscious again.

“Are they insane?”

Jin Seong-un muttered to himself.

At the sa ti, Seo Yu-gyeom ca to mind.

Assassins, in general, seed to be strange people.

Soon, Jin Seong-un and Jang Gwang each hoisted an assassin onto their backs and vanished abruptly from the battlefield.

Cheok Mu-san stared blankly at the empty spot they left behind and murmured to himself,

“If that isn’t a Murim force, then what in the world is it?”

After that, a new epithet began appearing in the letters exchanged among generals.

Following the War Star that referred to Jang Gwang, they began calling Jin Seong-un the War God.

It was not long before the Wanderer King, the king of wanderers and the king of battlefields, discovered those letters.

After returning to the inn, Jin Seong-un casually tossed the two assassins onto the floor.

Thanks to the enormous money earned through deliveries and the upcoming developnt of Eonsa Prefecture, the tight noose that had been closing in on the Myriad Gold Manor had been completely loosened.

The inn would soon be able to resu business as well, but for now, it was resting amid various preparations.

“They’re assassins. They carried ordinary longswords and disguised themselves as barbarians, then drew daggers and struck at the decisive mont. Their saber arts were also those of assassins, and they were targeting not , but Master Jang Gwang.”

As Jin Seong-un said this, Seomun Ak and Moyong Hyeon approached and poked the two assassins with chopsticks.

The assassins soon ca to their senses, then hurriedly clutched their heads and curled up.

Watching them, Seomun Ak said,

“You knocked them out by hitting them?”

Jin Seong-un nodded as if it were obvious.

Acupoint sealing was complicated, and hitting them was simple.

From Okmun Pass all the way to Yichang, whenever the assassins woke up, he hit them, and whenever they woke up again, he hit them again.

Thanks to that, the assassins habitually protected their heads whenever they opened their eyes.

Seomun Ak and Moyong Hyeon looked at the two trembling assassins with pity in their eyes.

Soon, Seo Yu-gyeom, who had been cooking large quantities of Seolhwa Undon in the kitchen, shook out his wrists and ca outside.

Seo Yu-gyeom looked quietly at the assassins, then carefully examined the daggers placed on the table.

In the anti, the assassins, relieved that Jin Seong-un was no longer hitting them, confird that everyone around them was a martial artist and spoke,

“We won’t say anything. As you must have guessed, we were trained that way. Pull out our tongues and fingernails, carve away our flesh—it will all be useless.”

“That figures, since you’re Deathshroud assassins.”

“That’s right. We are Deathshroud—.”

The assassins, who had been speaking as if it were natural, shut their mouths with eyes wide open.

Seo Yu-gyeom set the dagger down on the table and stared intently at the two assassins. They stared back at him with eyes that asked how he could possibly know.

Deathshroud assassins concealed their identities perfectly.

Those at the level of top-class assassins were even more so.

Even Deathshroud assassins found it difficult to recognize one another, and naturally, they did not know the characteristics of each other’s weapons or martial arts.

That was the usual case—but Seo Yu-gyeom was different.

He was soone who had fled from Deathshroud.

And he had done so very deliberately. Before fleeing Deathshroud, Seo Yu-gyeom had gathered information about Deathshroud again and again.

Understanding in advance the enemies who would hunt him down was the most basic of basics.

Seo Yu-gyeom could discern their identities by looking at their daggers. More precisely, by examining which part of the blade was worn down, and by how much, he inferred their martial arts.

“They seem to be followers of that instructor.”

Deathshroud’s instructor, the Twin Slaughter Ghosts.

Strictly speaking, they were two people, but they moved as if sharing a single consciousness.

Not only when killing people, but even when eating, sleeping, and living, the two always moved together.

Because of that, everyone called the two of them the Twin Slaughter Ghosts and treated them as if they were a single person.

The Twin Slaughter Ghosts did not have a particularly good relationship with Divine Slaughter Ghost, Seo Yu-gyeom’s master.

Even within Deathshroud, power struggles were quite severe, and since the master of Deathshroud, the King of Assassins, was a man who judged solely by ability, he allowed such conflicts to fester.

Seo Yu-gyeom stepped closer to the disciples of the Twin Slaughter Ghosts, peered into their shaken eyes, and asked,

“Did the Myriad Gold Manor order this? Your master likes money, doesn’t he?”

The assassins’ eyes wavered.

Jin Seong-un, as well as Seomun Ak and Moyong Hyeon—and especially Lee Seowon—waited for the assassins’ answer with tense expressions.

If the Myriad Gold Manor was truly behind this, the nature of the conflict between the Myriad Gold Manor and Seong-un Inn would change completely.

This would no longer be a war between rchants. If they had really commissioned Deathshroud, then what followed could unfold entirely according to Murim’s ways.

Securing the comrcial district of Eonsa Prefecture and earning money through deliveries were defensive asures—ans to escape the pressure the Myriad Gold Manor exerted in the comrcial world.

Of course, defense alone could not bring down the Myriad Gold Manor. But if they could seize justification through Murim’s ways, that would beco an offensive asure.

That would be advantageous for Seong-un Inn. Though they themselves absolutely denied it, the truth was that Seong-un Inn was quite good at fighting.

Quite—very good, in fact.