I Became an Outcast the Martial Arts Masters are Obsessed With – Chapter 5

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: TushChen
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Then why was I finessing the gambling house like crazy today?

Because I was no longer in a position to be picky.

When Yeo Il-ye digested her enlightenment, she became a transcendent master.

How strong is a transcendent master?

Even if I were in the deepest, safest place in the Outcast Inn, if Yeo Il-ye drew her sword and stormed the Outcast Inn, it would be a realm where she could quickly kill me and escape.

I was now in a position where I couldn’t trust the Outcast Inn as my nest and crouch inside it.

“Roll.”

Since Intuition didn’t activate, I lost.

I had a baseless conviction that it was even.

“1 gold tael on even.”

[[Gambling Skill: Intuition] has activated.]

[The proficiency of Intuition increases.]

The condition for increasing the proficiency of Intuition is simple.

Just win money by following the guidance of Intuition.

The answer to why I hadn’t mastered this seemingly simple skill until now is also simple.

“I lost.”

[The proficiency of Intuition slightly decreases.]

When I lose money without Intuition activating, my proficiency decreases.

Only by using Intuition alone to win money can the proficiency of this Intuition show an upward curve.

That’s why I made such a big scene today.

I intentionally clung to the gamblers and made them lose money.

To make them call a better gambler.

To summon a sacrifice that would provide me with more experience points overnight.

Was it the problem solver the Madam had called? The training value of Intuition was rising so visibly.

“Wow, the tiles are sticking together.”

On the outside, I showed a pathetic appearance of having no interest in gambling and scratching my body whenever there was a gap.

Occasionally, when an attractive waitress passed by, I turned my gaze in that direction.

[Intuition Proficiency 97.84%]

Right now, my life was on the line.

All these actions were a tactic to provoke the gambler in front of me and make him lose his reason.

It was a wholehearted fanning of the flames to make his sense of crisis be consumed by the thought,

‘I’d rather bite my tongue and die than avoid a fair match against a bastard like you!’

If that gambler didn’t follow the 7 taels every time my Intuition rang, mastering Intuition would be complicated even if I stayed up all night.

[Gambling Skill: Psychology Perception] whispered that the opponent in front of me would rush in even more if I showed this insincere attitude.

[Gambling Skill: Sleight of Hand] produced the most effective actions to stimulate the opponent before me.

[Gambling Skill: Poker Face] concealed my anxiety about whether Yeo Il-ye had finished digesting her enlightenment and was now roaming the alleys of Sacheon to kill me.

[[Gambling Skill: Intuition] has activated.]

“1 gold tael. Even.”

“Seven taels! Open it!”

[Intuition Proficiency increases.]

[Intuition Proficiency 98.14%]

“Damn it! For fuck’s sake!”

“Hehehe, hehehe.”

I put my heart and soul into seizing and shaking the opponent’s psychology.

The flow of this round was gradually coming to me.

In fact, rather than the flow, it was more like luck was temporarily leaning towards me.

Intuition is a skill with a very low activation probability from the beginning.

Because the activation probability directly leads to that much of an increase in the winning rate, it’s a cheat-like skill.

Today, as if the goddess of fortune was on my side, that low probability was being hit repeatedly.

It wasn’t an entirely good situation.

When great fortune comes in succession, even a person with rage up to their head can feel a sense of crisis.

The gambler also expressed a reason for returning after losing 21 gold taels instantly.

‘…I guess I have no choice.’

Let’s give him the money even if the proficiency takes a hit once.

I had to give the flow to that gambler once; otherwise, that gambler might walk out, too.

“1 gold tael on odd!”

“1 gold tael on even.”

When I followed that gambler’s bet for the first time, the gambler’s eyes became fierce.

Did he think it was a decisive moment in his own way?

The gambler boldly threw 2 gold taels.

I also followed suit, intending to lose.

“…Open it!”

But it was odd.

The fuck?

Hey, you bastard, why are you throwing as well?

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Yeo Il-ye blankly stared ahead.

In front of her was a large manor.

In spring, cherry blossoms bloomed in abundance, and in autumn, colorful leaves brilliantly filled the manor.

The manor was large and beautiful, and inside it, Yeo Il-ye lived a life of being cherished.

That peace and tranquility were shattered in just one night.

Her father, who had hired outcasts upon hearing the news of bandits rampaging nearby, was killed by the swords of those outcasts.

Her mother became a plaything for those outcasts and was murdered.

Looking down, she saw her young self crouching in the secret vault in the basement.

The sight of the mansion burning, which she couldn’t have seen while crouching in the vault as a child, was vividly drawn in front of her eyes.

“Metal is only completed when it cools.”

Could she shake it off? Even now, these memories came back so vividly when she closed her eyes.

Could she really escape from this trauma and become truly calm? Could she extinguish these flames?

The flames that burned the vast manor soared high into the sky.

Rather than flames from a fire scene, they were closer to pillars of fire.

Seeing that excessive sight, Yeo Il-ye realized. That this was her inner self right now, something that was burning aimlessly.

By the time Yeo Il-ye entered the Jeomchang Faction through an acquaintance’s introduction, completed rigorous training, and became an official disciple, the means to track down those outcasts had long disappeared.

‘Was it just indiscriminate anger?’

Outcasts were trash.

Even though she knew it was a process of self-reflection, Yeo Il-ye did not deny that fact.

Outcasts were beings who sometimes turned into mountain bandits and sometimes into thieves.

What about in Sacheon? Weren’t they the ones who voluntarily took on disgrace and blood and collected money?

She had no shame in condemning the outcast race.

The only one she felt ashamed of was solely that chap.

The unidentified outcast who calmly conveyed the principles of martial arts.

Because she tried to frame and kill that outcast even though he had done nothing wrong.

Still, outcasts were trash.

Rats who would do anything for money.

These were beings who lacked even the minimum mindset that those who had learned martial arts should possess.

But now she knew.

No, maybe she had known for a long time.

Although they were in the form of outcasts…

There was a high possibility that they were not real outcasts.

The trauma that burned the house engulfed Yeo Il-ye.

Yeo Il-ye felt somewhat willing.

Yes, let’s retrain from the beginning.

Metal must be heated to take shape. So, let’s burn it entirely and shape it anew.

She straightened something that had melted and become distorted from the heat.

The terribly melted and distorted mass was reshaped. Accordingly, Yeo Il-ye’s inner self also rapidly changed.

Yeo Il-ye’s burned house has yet to return to its previous state.

However, new things were built upon it.

A completely different shape from the mansion was stacked in her mind one by one.

The flames gradually weakened.

Nothing is eternal.

The trauma consumed in shaping the form slowly lost its strength.

Reversal at its extreme.

Decline following prosperity is the principle of the world, so the trauma maintained by unrestrained madness faded according to that principle.

Only then did Yeo Il-ye realize.

The reason this trauma, called anger and hatred, could continue from childhood until now was because it was not used properly.

She had twisted the limbs of outcasts under the pretext of condemnation, but it was meaningless.

The basement where young Yeo Il-ye was also gradually disappeared.

Yeo Il-ye felt her eyes meeting those of her young self.

The gaze of her young self looked at her from a narrow space in a corner of the basement.

What was contained in it? Aspiration, resentment, hatred?

Or perhaps disappointment?

However, Yeo Il-ye calmly took in that young self for the last time.

“Farewell. My young self.”

Everything in the world prospers, declines, and changes shape.

It was time for her to change from the young Yeo Il-ye to a different Yeo Il-ye.

Opening her eyes, she was back in the alley of Sacheon.

“Reversal at the Extreme, Tempering with Fire and Cold (物極必反 火煉冷鍛).”

She thought of the nameless outcast.

Who was he?

Was he someone who could really wield the Biryong Twelve Swords?

What was his relationship with the Outcast Demon Sword?

Perhaps he could be the Outcast Demon Sword himself.

She had reached the transcendent realm.

Yeo Il-ye clearly realized that fact.

The world had become incomparably clear.

Her internal energy was snowballing even at this very moment.

When this snowball stopped rolling, a power that yesterday’s Yeo Il-ye couldn’t even imagine would be grasped in her hand.

Yeo Il-ye looked down at the sword in her hand.

“Ha…”

She had surpassed Hyeok Gi-rin, the Okryong Sinhyeop, whom she desperately wanted to surpass.

However, Yeo Il-ye didn’t care.

What was the reason she had wanted to surpass Hyeok Gi-rin?

Wasn’t it because she tried to push aside the woman who hindered her from wielding her sword at every turn and unleash her twisted, murderous intent?

It was a story that no longer mattered.

Yes, it was a story that no longer mattered.

Because Yeo Il-ye now had a new goal.

If people could be called goals, that is.

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