Murim Login - Chapter 356
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The underground prison of the Sichuan Tang Clan was inherently a dark and damp place.
The sporadically placed torches emitted light weaker than that of fireflies, and the floor was filled with murky water of unknown origin, making squelching sounds with every step taken.
Just like now.
“Quite a foul smell. Even for a prison, locking people up in a place like this is too much.”
“People? This place is for raising beasts. Haven’t you heard the stories about how the Sichuan Tang Clan captured demonic martial artists during the Great Demonic War and tortured them here? So, it’s not surprising that a place like this exists.”
Squelch, squelch.
Though there were only two voices, the sound of footsteps suggested more than that.
I quietly heightened my senses to count their numbers.
‘Fifteen.’
The two men at the front, presumed to be the leaders, continued their conversation.
“But I don’t see any prisoners. The cells are empty.”
“The prisoners here were all old monsters from the Great Demonic War era. It’s not surprising if they’re dead by now. Especially with the torture they endured in a place like this.”
“That makes sense.”
Their assumptions were half correct and half wrong.
It’s true that many of the first generation inmates of the underground prison had died, but there were still about a dozen prisoners left.
However, they couldn’t predict that someone had secretly moved the prisoners by blocking their acupoints.
“Not a single ant in sight. Wouldn’t it be better to go up and kill a few more instead?”
“We haven’t even covered half of this place yet.”
“What’s the point of going further? Others will come and search thoroughly anyway.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Have you forgotten the order from the Lord? If a bloodline of the Tang Clan is hiding here…”
“Only an idiot would hide in this underground prison. The battle isn’t even over yet. If anything, they’d try to break through the siege and escape.”
“Hmm…”
The man who had been groaning in a low voice spoke firmly.
“No way. We are under the strict orders of the Lord. Even the Devil himself is setting an example. Do you plan to handle this task carelessly?”
“Damn it.”
“Stop complaining and follow me.”
The faceless martial artist of the Dark Heaven didn’t know. That his fate was sealed with those words.
The other man grumbled at the firm tone.
“Man, you need to be flexible. Keep living rigidly like that, and you won’t live long.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll outlive you, who always does things half-heartedly.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Sure, why not…”
To put it simply, the bet on their lifespans ended with the victory of the half-hearted one.
Of course, the difference was only a matter of moments.
Thud!
It was a perfect ambush.
In the maze-like corridors, I had been lying in wait in the dark. At the same time as I drove the dagger in my left hand into one man’s eye, I swung the sword in my right hand.
The blade, pre-coated in mud to eliminate reflection, sliced through flesh and bone.
Slice, splat!
The bodies of the two high-ranking martial artists fell like rotten logs without even a scream.
The black-clad men, now covered in blood and dirty water, stared blankly at their leaders’ bodies and then at me.
“W-What the…”
Twelve left.
Instead of answering, I swung my sword again. With another chilling sound, a head separated from a body floated into the air.
“Now, twelve.”
A single emotion emerged in the eyes of the remaining men.
It was fear.
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“Blocked path, huh? This place’s layout is purposely like this to prevent any escape attempts.”
“Aah!”
I walked towards the cornered rat.
Although calling him a rat was unfair given his size, he was the one who ran the fastest.
“Come on, let’s join your friends in hell.”
“D-Demon!”
“Crazy bastard. When you do it, it’s romance. When I do it, it’s a crime?”
Thud.
The black-clad man, pale-faced, knelt. He still held a weapon, but he knew it was useless against me.
In the end, he chose to beg for his life.
“S-Spare me…”
“F*** off.”
Crack!
Without hesitation, I snapped his neck. His head, with his tongue sticking out, tilted at an odd angle. Instant death.
“Why make me do things twice? You weren’t going far anyway.”
With a sigh, I slung the body over my shoulder and began to retrace my steps. It was easy to return to the spot where the initial ambush took place.
The black-clad man hadn’t fled far, and over the past ten days, I had grown accustomed to the maze-like structure of the underground prison.
“Damned bastards. What do they hope to find here?”
This was the second time black-clad men had infiltrated the underground prison.
About thirty minutes ago, seven black-clad men had infiltrated, and I had dealt with every one of them.
I had helped the Tang Clan by reducing the enemy numbers, but I took no pleasure in it, knowing what their infiltration meant.
‘The situation is bad.’
The underground prison was on the outer perimeter of the inner hall of the Tang Clan. This meant the outer hall, the front line, had been breached.
‘Could Cheongpung be…’
I shook my head at the ominous thought.
No way. Cheongpung is someone who would survive even in the middle of hell.
He has to.
‘Damn it, if only I could log out…’
As expected, the system blocked the logout function the moment the quest started.
Even if I could log out now, I couldn’t return lightly.
There had been two intrusions in thirty minutes. If the enemies attacked while I was in the modern world… both Jeok Cheon-Gang and I would be finished.
‘There’s no choice but to hold them off here.’
They were many, and I was alone.
I had to preserve my strength and make the most of surprise attacks, just like before.
‘It would be a disaster if they saw corpses as soon as they entered.’
I began to move the scattered corpses one by one.
The place I chose as a temporary morgue was the deepest, darkest part of the underground prison.
Creak.
“Long time no see. Has it been half an hour since we last met?”
“I brought some new friends to keep you company.”
The central cell of the prison, where no light reached.
An old man, covered in shackles, glared at me with burning eyes.
“What? What?”
“Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to say something?”
“…”
“Oh, right. The acupoints.”
I had sealed his vocal cords and heart acupoints, so he couldn’t speak.
When I unblocked his acupoints, he finally roared in anger.
“What do you think you’re doing!”
“Can’t you see? I’m moving corpses.”
“Why are you bringing those corpses here!”
“Don’t shout. If you raise your voice again, I’ll block your vital points instead.”
Finally, some peace and quiet.
Ignoring the now silent old man, I began stacking the corpses in the cell.
Thud, roll.
“Can you pick up that head over there?”
“Are you… talking to me?”
“Oh, right. You’re shackled.”
“Huff, huff.”
The old man, face flushed with anger, exhaled heavily. He managed to suppress his rage, knowing I would block his vital points if he shouted again.
“What the hell are you… doing…”
“Done. I’m leaving.”
“Wait, do you have something to say?”
The old man, who had remained silent despite my attempts to coax him for days, finally spoke.
“Why am I the only one left here? Where are the other prisoners?”
“You don’t need to know.”
“Then what are these corpses?”
Though he asked nonchalantly, he was clearly curious. He hadn’t seen anyone in decades other than torturers, so suddenly seeing nearly twenty naked corpses was enough to make anyone suspicious.
“Did something happen to the Tang Clan?”
“Yes.”
I added a brief explanation.
“The Dark Heaven invaded.”
It was the same expression I had seen a few days ago.
Ignoring the stunned old man, I continued.
“The outer hall is breached, and the inner hall is in a fierce battle. The situation is worse than expected.”
“Who leads them?”
“What?”
“Didn’t you interrogate the prisoners? I’m asking who leads them.”
“Sharp as ever.”
I had interrogated one of the seven men who first infiltrated the prison.
He had been so terrified that he killed himself by severing his heart meridian, so I couldn’t get much information… but I did hear one name.
“West Heaven Demon Lord.”
Clank, clank!
Just four words.
But their impact on the old man was immense.
Always hanging weakly by his shackles, he now pulled at them as if he would break free.
He even glared at me with bloodshot eyes.
“Did you say… West Heaven Demon Lord?”
“So you know him.”
“He… he’s still alive? What about the Cult Leader? What happened to the Cult Leader!”
What’s with this old man all of a sudden?
I responded, confused.
“…Probably having breakfast by now.”
I had never heard of this West Heaven Demon Lord, so how would I know about the Cult Leader? It’s not like the Demonic Cult has an official Twitter account.
“So it has come to this. Hahaha, hahaha!”
He started laughing maniacally, speaking nonsensically.
Watching him, I finally spoke up.
“Spill it. What’s the connection between the Demonic Cult and the Dark Heaven? Who is this West Heaven Demon Lord?”
The laughter abruptly stopped. The old man’s hollow gaze turned towards me.
“He… the one known as the West Heaven Demon Lord, was one of the four Guardians of the Cult. He served the Cult Leader closely, and eventually led him astray.”
“And then…”
“One day, he started calling himself the West Heaven Demon Lord. That was the beginning of everything. And now it has come to this. Hahaha, hahaha!”
Just as the old man started laughing maniacally again.
Boom! Rumble!
A distant explosion echoed, and the underground prison shook.