I Became an Outcast the Martial Arts Masters are Obsessed With – Chapter 1

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: TushChen
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How are old-timers in a game born?

Looking at the group chat members who had stagnated in this game called Murim Cheonha for 10 years, I could now answer that question in my own way.

Usually, the process of becoming an old-timer by getting hooked on a game is because there is a particular aspect of that game that cannot be replaced by any other game, and 80 percent of the members of the [Murim Cheonha Group Chat] were such people.

Playstyles that could only be realized in this game called Murim Cheonha.

In the case of Samru Warrior, he enjoyed the pillar husband’s playstyle. In the case of Soyo Gangho, he enjoyed the inn owner’s playstyle.

Since [Murim Cheonha] was the only martial arts game with such freedom, where else could one experience being a pillar husband or an inn owner in a martial arts setting?

That’s why they couldn’t leave Murim Cheonha alone.

I enjoyed training.

Especially in the martial arts genre, where the character himself becomes stronger.

Fantasy-style training has more of an adventurous aspect rather than training.

I liked the process of gradually developing by realizing martial arts individually.

If I were to write a web novel according to my sensibilities these days, I would probably receive comments like:

[“Is there a protagonist who trains these days?”]

[“The development is slow, I’m getting off. The author should just quit.”]

[“I’m holding my breath until the refreshing moment, gasp! Oh? I’m already choked on sweet potatoes?”]

So, I had no choice but to roll with a character in [Murim Cheonha].

The fundamental reason I ended up playing Murim Cheonha for 10 years was this.

[Murim Cheonha] was the only place left to feel the narrative of martial arts training that I liked.

Since I wanted the process, not the result, the characters’ sheets I played were miserable.

I gladly welcomed characteristics that typical gamers would avoid.

The more hardships there were, the longer the training process and the sweeter the result.

I had already seen the endings with such characters, so how difficult could it be?

To the point where I had memorized all the enlightenments of the characters, what was the big deal about falling into the game world as an old-timer?

So when I was sucked into the world of Murim Cheonha as the 15-year-old Hocheon An, I had confidence in a corner of my heart.

Until I opened my fucking status window.

Hocheon An was trash amongst trash.

A second-rate warrior with a final realm. That was my, Hocheon An’s limit.

And 8 years after falling into the world of Murim Cheonha.

I was still a bloody second-rate.

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“It’s a job to deliver a challenge letter to the Gwangyang Gate.”

“I’ll do it.”

I received the letter from my intermediary and tucked it into my bosom.

If this were a game, perhaps a message like this would have popped up.

The Gwangyang Gate was not a faction located very far away.

It was a faction that could be reached within just an hour’s walk.

Then, one might have this question:

What, a quest like this has a medium-low danger level? Isn’t this an errand that even a five-year-old child could do?

However, delivering a challenge letter in the city of Sacheon was a task that required risking one’s life.

First of all, there were two places I had to visit before arriving at the Gwangyang Gate.

First, I bought a bag of taffy from the taffy seller.

Second, I had to meet the children playing in the alleyway.

As I roamed the alley while sucking on a piece of taffy, I soon encountered children playing a rogue game.

“Hey, kids.”

“Ah, it’s the Magumja!”

“The dirty, vile, cunning, petty, and shady Magumja!”

“The third-rate warrior Magumja!”

I had already made enemies in this Sacheon for 7 years.

The words the kids picked up and served themselves didn’t hurt anymore.

I smiled brightly and opened the bag to show the children.

The children flocked to me at the sight of the taffy pieces broken here and there.

A kid with bad hand habits tried to rush from behind and snatch the bag, but it was useless.

I simply raised the bag and said,

“If you follow me for just 1 dakyeong, I’ll give you all this taffy. How about it?”

“My mother said Magumjas are worse than beasts and don’t keep their promises!”

“My father is a warrior of the Nagyeongmun! Give me the taffy before I call my father!”

“If it’s the weak-boned Magumja, maybe we can win if we all gang up on him! Shall we attack?”

“So, are you saying you want to eat the taffy or not? If the adults come, do you think they’ll let you eat the taffy given by the Magumja? If you just follow behind, I’ll give you the taffy.”

The kids were hesitant but eventually couldn’t resist the magic of the taffy and nodded their heads, following me.

In fact, adults consider children to be foolish and unable to discern, but children also think and have experiences.

No matter how much adults cursed and called the outcasts Magumja, low, dirty, and dangerous, there would have been no such people among the outcasts the children had experienced.

In fact, they might feel safer compared to the ordinary commoners who hit and curse at children at every opportunity.

The Sacheon outcasts never harmed children.

I led the children to the Gwangyang Gate like the Pied Piper.

When I approached the Gwangyang Gate, the gatekeepers drew their weapons and pointed them at me.

Who were the enemies of the gatekeepers guarding Sacheon?

It was outcasts like me.

“Don’t come any closer, you Magumja bastard!”

“The great Gwangyang Gate is not a place where a Magumja like you can dare to set foot!”

I adjusted the black hat, proof that I was an outcast active in this Sacheon martial world, and took the letter from my bosom.

As soon as I took out the letter, the two warriors tried to rush at me, but when I gestured with my eyes to the back, the two stopped.

They must have noticed dozens of children witnessing the scene with wide eyes.

Some adults looked at the children, following the outcast, with suspicious eyes.

The righteous Gwangyang Gate needed proper challenge procedures to beat up an outcast 2 to 1.

Of course, it might be possible if no other eyes were around.

After all, this place called the Sacheon martial world considered the outcast to be at fault if there were no witnesses or evidence.

Just subdue first and attach any excuse later.

That’s why I brought the kids.

As a bonus, I also brought the gaze of adults who found it suspicious that an outcast would lead children around.

It was impossible for a warrior from a faction to recklessly wield a sword amid such gazes.

I tightened my stomach and unfolded the letter.

“To the Gwangyang Gate! The outcast Gong Yeong-ho, with the style name Yeong Ji-hu Yeol, admires the integrity of the Gwangyang Gate! Although of lowly status, he has the desire to learn from the Gwangyang Gate! Especially as the reputation of the Gwangyang Gate’s Cheon So-gyeol shakes the Sacheon martial world! He wishes to discuss swordsmanship and fist techniques with Cheon So-gyeol! Choosing the auspicious day of the 11th, he wants to discuss martial arts!”

There were many more provocative sentences rambling on after that.

Still, I omitted them since I had delivered the main content that an outcast named Yeong Ji-hu Yeol wanted to have a match with Cheon So-gyeol of the Gwangyang Gate.

After folding the challenge letter and slipping it into the chest of the gatekeeper, who was frowning arrogantly, I patted it for him.

The Gwangyang Gate would be turned upside down from now on.

As the faction stood at a crossroads of existence, they would probably enter an unlimited strategy meeting day and night until the match day.

These two gatekeepers would be awaiting a barrage of scolding for receiving a challenge letter from an outcast.

Perhaps anticipating the tragic future, the two gatekeepers were trembling with the momentum to devour me at any moment, but what could I do?

If you wanted to slaughter people whenever you felt like it, you should have joined the evil faction.

Since there was no evil faction to be found in this Sacheon martial world, no matter how hard you looked, it couldn’t be helped, but that was their problem, not mine.

The only thing that mattered was that I had to leave this place quickly.

“Eat the taffy, you little brats!”

“Woohoo!!”

“That’s strange, why do I feel like I was cursed at?”

“Hey, hey, you guys did well. Good job, and eat the taffy quickly, kids.”

I took the taffy from the bag and handed one to each child.

While doing so, I quickly moved my feet to escape the Gwangyang Gate.

As soon as I turned the corner, I handed the bag of taffy to the children and started running swiftly.

Using all my internal energy, I ran through the alley, then slipped into the back alley.

“Phew…”

What was the most suitable means to invalidate the challenge letter?

Naturally, it was to make it as if it had never happened.

So if they eliminated me, the messenger who delivered the challenge letter, they could stick out their tongue and say, “Challenge letter? We’ve never received such a thing.”

I had put the children as witnesses for insurance.

Still, if the Gwangyang Gate hardened their resolve, it was nothing to gloss over that much.

So I had to be careful on my own.

As a mere second-rate, I had to risk my life even if I encountered a single first-rate warrior commonly found on the streets.

Perhaps thanks to escaping through the escape route I had prepared in advance while roaming Sacheon.

Fortunately, there was no sign of anyone following me.

Feeling relieved, I was about to get up from the crate in the back alley where I was crouching.

At that moment…

“I wondered who was running away so urgently, and it turns out to be this guy wearing a black hat.”

A voice came from behind.

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