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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Vine
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The world called him the King of Death.
After all, he was an assassin who had never failed a mission.
Thus, people likened him to the King of the Underworld, for when he called, death was inevitable.
Perhaps the bigger reason was that there wasn’t a fitting name for him.
Calling him ‘Number 129’ didn’t quite have the same ring to it.
Soon, two more characters were added before his name.
Martial God.
He was a man worthy of the title.
Single-handedly annihilating the assassin organization he belonged to was just the beginning of his legend.
He beheaded the absolute ruler of the underworld who was behind the assassin organization and even forced the leader of the Heavenly Demon Cult, who was connected to the organization, to his knees.
The leader of the Orthodox Murim, stunned by his divine might, made peace with him, and the Emperor himself invited him to share a drink.
All of Murim was in upheaval, and they did not hesitate to call him the Martial God.
However, he was not fond of being called the Martial God or the King of Death.
He simply wished to be called Gang-so.
It meant ‘strong smile,’ a name given to him by a young girl he cared for.
And he, Gang-so, wanted to protect that girl’s happy daily life.
If the world found out that he had eliminated the assassin organization, the absolute ruler of the underworld, and the leader of the Heavenly Demon Cult because they were disturbing her peace, what kind of upheaval would it cause?
In the end, Gang-so protected the girl’s daily life, and a year ago, he married her off to a man who loved her and settled them in a village below.
Of course, he thoroughly investigated the man and concluded that it was alright to marry her off to him.
The man’s only flaw was that he was a bit too soft and kind-hearted, but the girl, who had been sharp since childhood, would be able to balance that out.
After all, Gang-so had personally taught her martial arts.
He turned his head to look at his cottage.
The cottage, where the girl used to chatter every day, was now silent.
Gang-so looked up at the sky and smiled.
Now that he thought about it, although he had said that everything he did was for the girl, he realized that it was ultimately for himself.
He enjoyed seeing her smile, enjoyed her chatter, and enjoyed seeing her happy.
That’s why he conquered the world.
Because when she was happy, he was also happy.
“What a turbulent life it’s been.”
But it was too early to say that, as Gang-so was still young.
Thirty-five.
He had conquered the world before he even reached the age of forty.
However, the life he had lived during those thirty-five years was much denser than that of ordinary people.
Gang-so slowly walked around the front yard, pondering.
He thought that even though he had lived so fiercely, life was ultimately about crying and laughing for happiness.
Although it might seem insignificant to others, it was a great realization for Gang-so.
Whoosh.
Just then, a spring breeze blew and lifted a strand of Gang-so’s hair.
The wind grew stronger.
It wasn’t a spring breeze, but a wind that started from within his body.
Simultaneously, an anomaly began to occur in the air in front of him.
Perhaps due to the immense energy emanating from his body, a white crack began to form in the air.
The crack grew larger, to the point where it could engulf his body, but he was still lost in a trance, unaware of what was happening.
At that moment.
Flash-!
The surrounding space momentarily turned white as if lightning had struck in the clear sky, then darkened again.
The crack in the air and Gang-so disappeared with the light.
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