The Return of the Crazy Demon

No, and it doesn’t feel good to me. But well, my mood always fluctuates, so the unpleasant feeling gradually turns, and I watched Ghost Demon, Pervert Demon, and Sword Demon move.

Including me, us four.

Most of my previous life was about fighting, killing, being chased, or going insane, but right now, being insane with these people doesn’t feel so bad.

No matter how insane these people are, they are warriors who I can fight alongside. Thanks to that, I forget about the anger of sending the young lord alive.

If I think about it, the chances of him coming back to face me to die aren’t so high. Rather, he would have a higher chance of being killed by the assassins sent by his siblings.

Whether he dies or not.

Now, the fact that I am slightly changing from the past life and walking towards the light is what’s important. I intend to lead these reborn idiots the Zaha Way.

Orthodox way, unorthodox way, and demonic way.

I don’t know. Actually, I don’t care either.

All I’m certain of is the fact that I know about what path I want to take. Kill those who should die, give a chance to those who haven’t, and leave the end to the heavens.

As I continue to look at the idiots around, Sword Demon asks me,

“Sect Leader, are you fine? You aren’t feeling your temper flare right?”

“I am fine, you people?”

Pervert Demon looks at me with a dumb expression. And Ghost Demon nods as if there is no problem.

“It is fine.”

Sword Demon asks again,

“…. The burn out looks serious. Shall we have some plum extract?”

I shake my head.

“Let us have that in moderation from now on. For the time being, I will stay at the lodgings of the guest house.”

Sword Demon nods.

“Do as you see fit.”

I say to Pervert Demon,

“Send me some people who can be contracted to work tomorrow at Baekga’s guest house. I need to dispose of the corpses and clean the inn.”

Pervert Demon nods.

“I will send them. The walls too need to be repaired.”

After I get up, I tell them.

“Then go rest. I think I will learn something, so I need to train tonight.”

Sword Demon has a thin smile.

“You work hard.”

Yukhap gets up and he says to me,

“Sect Leader, give me some money, I need to find a place to stay.”

“This beggar bast…”

“Don’t forget that everything you had was stolen from my subordinates.”

“Confirmed.”

I have no choice but to take out a money slip and hand it to Yukhap.

With Baekga dead, I inherited his blade technique.

One member who succeeded his martial arts, that is me. And the explanation for his Slaughtering Blade technique is simple.

It is a method of attack in which one who cannot feel pain gives up their defense to attack.

I had tried various martial arts, but none were as bloody as the blade of the Butcher. It is a really ignorant and arrogant method, but it is definitely difficult to deal with.

The feeling of moving back and forth between life and death.

Slaughtering Blade Technique is enough to take down people with comparable skills to oneself. And even if there is a lack of skill, it is still a technique that gives one the higher hand.

Of course, there is a risk of getting wounded when there might be an opening in my movements, and so I try to use it in a way where I would incorporate it sporadically at the most ideal moments.

I am usually a man with no shame, so I move without a proper stance.

After concentrating on the technique, I realize it is perfect for a mad man.

I hold out the blade and unleash light footwork.

I move ahead with short swinging motions, and soon when I confirm the movement of the enemy, I swing by lowering my head.

And…

Spreading while advancing the technique to slaughter. Spreading while evading the technique.

I sprint through the night unfolding techniques. Every time I imagine the sword technique and the assassin skills of the enemies, I twist my body, stab, or swing the blade.

I move like Baekga did to kill the opponent as quickly as possible.

I jump lowly into the air while running and stabbing. Cutting while moving and switching to attack even at the moment of them cutting me down. My head now was filled with every movement that the Butcher did to kill me. His killing intent, his recklessness, how brutal he was, all being recreated by me.

And I repeat it one after another, and finally I realize three things.

Giving up one’s body and giving the other person no time to breathe is the third rule of this technique.

The Slaughter Blade technique is brutal. If one expresses this a little differently, it would be a sophisticated method of becoming tougher.

Obviously, the goal of the psychological warfare of the technique was to force the opponent and the body to be hurt at the same time, and to force the retreat of the enemy.

Seriously, I would have fought while running and cut him by retreating.

Now that I am at this point, most warriors must have struggled against the man. I used the moonlight as my companion and continued to swing the blade.

Even as the imaginary sword stabs me in the stomach, I drop my left arm and cut off their knee and slash the opponent’s neck with the blade.

This time while I jump in the air, I stretch out my left hand and drive the opponent’s sword into my palm and then cut the opponent down in half.

“Ah… this is so bloody.”

This method really feels like one that those who loved seeing blood would enjoy.

I go around alone thinking of attacking these invisible monsters. It was the movements of one who was possessed by the soul. However, my temper itself wasn’t shaken enough, so I have nothing to fear.

While I am heading to the guest house…

I make the entire technique mine.

Indeed, it is a skill which is full of madness, so it isn’t difficult to get used to.

However, I don’t like the word Slaughter, and since I inherited the blade technique of Butcher, I decided to name it something else.

This will be the Crazy Demon Blade technique.

As soon as I think of the name, I dance in front of the guest house. I was thinking of doing a sword dance until I forgot the third form.

Although I am dancing like a crazy person, the imaginary Butcher is back alive, and he tries to attack me. I continue with the sword dance while using my own Crazy Demon Blade technique. In an instant, his entire body turned to pieces, but…

First of all, I am a Crazy Demon.

So, in the sword dance, I tear the guy to death again, beat him to death, smash his head, cut him in half. All in a state of trance….

After throwing the blade at the signpost in excitement…

*Puak!*

As soon as I pull out the wooden sword, I perform the Plum Blossom Sword Dance. It is a sword dance improvised with the Crazy Demon Blade technique. In an instant, the plum tree in the Black Rabbit Union comes to my thoughts and the faces of the subordinates passing too.

As soon as I thought that it was fine to get hurt…

The power of Crazy Demon Sword Dance feels weak. As soon as I lose my excitement, I pull the sword back, and leap into the air after pulling out the blade from the post.

Plum Blossom Sword Dance is indeed a difficult thing, so I think it wouldn’t be right to move on after mastering this technique.

I go into the guest house where the corpse was laid out and I have to catch my breath. There were messy corpses all over the place, it seems like that bastard used ice arts.

At this moment, the sound of something rattling catches my ear.

“…”

When I go up to the next floor, I see a man with his body leaning against the wall looking at me. A state where his entire body is shivering.

I was thinking about why this guy was even alive. Come to think of it, this guy was the one who spoke too much at first and then passed out when the fight began to turn serious.

I approach him with the blade and say,

“… so lucky to be alive. All of your mates are dead. But a little luck and see. You are. Hahaha…”

As I raise the blade while laughing at him, the guy who leans back passes out and white foam comes out of his mouth, so I pull back the blade.

“Passed out? Confirmed.”

When he gets up later, I will check him and then decide if I should hire him as a clerk or not.

In any case, the owner of the inn is in a better position than the manager. For a manager, in addition to cleaning, cooking, serving, dealing with money, intimidation, sweeping the yard, and bringing in guests, there are 172 more chores to do.

On the other hand, in the case of the owner of an inn, counting money, taking naps, wandering around, looking around, and seeing a fortune teller is all there is to do.

Gradually, I feel that I need a break, but I can’t stay up with the corpses, so I have no choice but to throw the blade at the head of the fainted one.

*Swish puak!*

As soon as the blade gets lodged above his head…

He opens his eyes, and I look at him as I say,

“Get up before I beat you to death.”

“My body is frozen…”

I walk towards him, and he jumps up.

“…”

I ask holding him by the chin,

“Do you know who I am?”

“Low-Down Sect Leader.”

“Clean or you die.”

“I will clean.”

“Quick.”

I hire the guy who is the escort to the young lord as a cleaner and pull out the blade. As Pervert Demon said, there was a huge hole in the wall, so I sat there looking into the night.

“… go to the kitchen and bring alcohol.”

The guy who was about to start cleaning goes into the kitchen, brings drinks and sets it down.

I enjoy the night view while drinking the tasteless alcohol.

It seems like it was time to see the morning sun. The sound of the guy removing the dead bodies of his mates can be heard. The guy who had been cleaning for a while speaks to me in a cautious tone.

“… Sect Leader, by any chance did the lord die?”

“He isn’t dead yet, if he died here things would have been difficult for us.”

“I see.”

I ask while watching the dark night,

“Why did you ask?”

“If he dies then all us escorts must die too.”

“I confirm.”

I then ask,

“Do you know where this Baek Wei master lives?”

“My first time hearing that name.”

“How did the third young lord approach the Butcher?”

“He was originally a murderer who traded with the Illusion Ghost Emperor. We knew the location.”

“Who did the Illusion Ghost Emperor ask the Butcher to kill?”

“It was a standby force that joined when assassinating the great young lord.”

“They really are brothers who hate one another. Those fucking….”

I close my eyes. As soon as I do that, I can see the expression of the Butcher.

And there was the kneeling young lord, glaring at me. Maybe it is because I had met so many insane minds, I can laugh now.

I warn the cleaning guy while lingering between the dreams and reality.

“… do not make me chase you with my knife.”

“I understand.”

Suddenly, I can come up with many names of those who were treated the same way as me in the previous life.

Poison Demon, Ghost Demon, Pervert Demon, Butcher, Poison Shadow Emperor, First Sword of Dongho, Evil Emperor, Heavenly Evil…

As soon as I think about how I became stronger in such a short time, I feel drowsy. However, the servant comes, and I go back to remembering the past life’s incidents.

After I open my eyes, I stare into darkness, and I just focus on it as there is nothing to do.

And wait for the light.