The Regressed Young Master’s Guide to Living on Easy Mode

Chapter 138 : How Does the Groundwater Taste (1)

I walked the path with the sole intention of saving the world.

In the meantime, I punished the evil people I met.

I thought the world had become a slightly better place to live.

But my belief, my efforts so far, were nothing more than a bubble.

Looking back on the path I had walked, the world was still a difficult place to live, and in the evil I thought I had defeated, another evil had taken its place.

Is there really an end to this path?

Is this path I am taking the right one?

To get that answer, Samjang walked the path without stopping.

And at the end of that path, he had failed again.

Rip!

A single sword strike that cut through the air.

A beautiful but cruel sight that could not be forgotten even if he tried.

-Samjang, don't blame yourself.

The hero was dying.

The one who should have died was originally himself.

She looked at her distorted face and smiled brightly as she was dying. Samjang thought that that appearance was so beautiful.

-Because we didn't fail.

Wukong.

Why did you leave such words at the last moment?

If you had just complained that it was because of me, my heart wouldn't have been so heavy.

I spent my whole life pondering and trying to understand her words.

In the end, I couldn't understand your words.

I just missed you.

I was envious of you, who could do anything.

The one who should have died that day was by no means you.

I...

I couldn't be you.

Such a you said to me.

-You can do it, you're our guide. So you'll find the way again, and you'll move forward.

Samjang, only now, after 300 years, could understand the words Wukong had said.

Poke, poke!

"Mad Demon, is he dead?"

Wriggle?

"Captain! He's still alive."

"Wow! Look at that tenacity for life!"

"Jae-ha, should I kill him?"

"No. Leave him. If we kill him now, this place will be in an uproar."

"Yeah. If Jae-ha says so, I understand."

"By the way, Fatima."

"Hiccup!"

"We, we have something to talk about, right?"

"Jae-ha-nim! I was wrong! I misspoke at that time!"

"What?"

"Everything! If I had known Jae-ha-nim was this strong, I would never have done it! I swear to the heavens!"

"So, according to what you're saying now, if I were weak, you wouldn't have apologized?"

"N-N-No, that's not it!"

"Forget it. Go! Baek-ah!"

"Shasha!"

"Aaaargh! It's a snake! A snake is coming to bite me! Look at those sharp teeth!"

"Bite her refreshingly and cheerfully!"

"Shasha!"

Samjang looked up at the sky.

He felt as if she were looking at him.

-Our journey is over, but your path is not yet over.

Samjang stood up.

He walked again.

"I got you, you little brat."

"Huh?"

"Where is a kid looking up at the sky like he's lived his whole life? You should be preparing to die."

"Child. I am Samjang, the head of the Tianzhu Secret Cult and the first guide!"

"I am Yoo Jae-ha."

A moment later, Samjang was in the arms of the Sword Demoness with one eye blackened.

"Sob, sob! He! He! He hit me!"

"Yes, yes. Jae-ha was bad."

"It's true! He hit me like this! He hit me about a hundred times!"

"Yes, yes. But you deserved to be hit."

"Waaaaah!"

Samjang rubbing his face in the Sword Demoness's arms.

"Should I have hit him more? Right?"

Fatima asked, looking at the perverted kid who was pretending to cry while rubbing his face all over the woman's chest and secretly smiling.

"Is that the former leader of the Secret Cult?"

"That's what they say."

Fatima's eyes, looking at the perverted kid, were dead.

Fatima could now understand everything.

Why Tianzhu had been ruined all this time.

That's right. Tianzhu was bound to be ruined.

* * *

I thought I was dead.

The sight of my vision splitting vertically still makes me feel like my pants are getting wet just thinking about it.

Braha looked down slightly. Fortunately, his pants were dry.

"You're awake?"

At the voice from the side, Braha turned his head and asked.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"I was going to kill you, but."

The guy looked around and clicked his tongue.

Braha got up from his seat. And he saw. The people who were begging this guy to just save them.

"Do they still believe in me? Why?"

"I don't know. But they say that if you're not here, this place will turn into hell again. So I didn't kill you."

"Ridiculous."

It was ridiculous. Because Braha knew. That they were showing such an appearance now out of anxiety, but later, when they thought he was useless, they would abandon him without hesitation.

Just as they had done to him.

And on the other hand, Braha was somewhat relieved. Because it seemed that what he had done so far was not completely useless.

"By the way, you, your wound recovery is faster than I thought. What did you do?"

Braha answered the question purely.

Of course, this guy would know. The reason he asked me was probably because he wanted to hear it from my own mouth.

Because I am the loser, and he is the winner.

Braha thought that he was a truly cruel fellow.

"I just adjusted the law of causality a little. You must know too, right? That by adding conditions, we can use abilities beyond our limits. The condition I have placed on my body now is to prohibit the use of internal energy until I recover. Because of that, my recovery rate is temporarily greatly increased. I'll say it again, Central Plains person. If you're going to kill me, kill me now. I'm just an ordinary person with a little more strength right now."

"Huh?"

Surprised eyes and an open mouth.

A drop of saliva that seems about to fall from between them.

An expression as if he were hearing his words for the first time.

Great acting skills.

If he hadn't fought that monster, he would have been completely deceived.

At the same time, he was forcing him to show his entire hand.

He was truly a cruel fellow.

"Didn't you also use it when you fought me?"

The slash he had seen was of that kind.

To the point where just thinking about it gave him chills.

"Condition and fulfillment are the most basic things in the Profound Realm."

"Huh?"

Even after saying this much, he was still pretending not to know. There's a 'moderation' to teasing people, but Braha could see that that guy had a really bad personality.

He probably wants to hear it.

An unspoken action of 'I'll let you live, but in return, you have to admit that you were completely defeated by me'.

To speak of the conditions of the law of causality that one has set oneself was the same as giving one's heart to the opponent.

Because if this was shattered, he would no longer be able to achieve the fulfillment of the condition.

And the backlash from that would also have to be borne entirely by himself.

As much as the gain was great, the backlash would also be enormous.

Braha wanted to tell him to just kill him instead.

"My condition is the increase in blood pressure according to speed. So if it's a long fight, there's a backlash where my blood vessels will surely burst and I'll die."

He had said this much.

"Huh?"

What a cruel fellow! Even after showing his entire hand! He wants to see with his own two eyes whether his blood vessels will burst or not. Isn't that what he's saying!

Alright. Then, I'll do as you wish!

Braha raised his internal energy.

Boom!

The ground where Braha was standing was dented.

As he raised his internal energy further, the ground sank with a thump! along with the dust.

Braha was sweating coldly in the midst of it.

"Look!"

Boom!

With a roar, Braha shot forward like a cannonball.

After about a quarter of an hour.

With a pop!, Braha collapsed.

Fortunately, the blood vessel that had burst was in his leg. It was just a bruise. If it had burst in his head, heart, or internal organs, he would have died instantly.

Yoo Jae-ha said, looking at the limping Braha.

"Huh? There was something like that?"

"You have insulted me!"

"I'm asking if there was something like that!"

"Don't insult me anymore! I have already told you everything!"

"Fuck! Are you trying to deceive me now?"

"I'm really asking!"

Braha closed his eyes tightly.

Because he could no longer bear the opponent's insults.

* * *

Listening to the guy's words, I had one thought. Ah! This guy, he was a novelist in his past life! Or he was a guy whose dream was to become a novelist!

Condition? Fulfillment?

Then, well, would it be possible to reincarnate on the condition of one's life!

Come to think of it, there was someone who said that.

Coincidentally, those two are from Tianzhu?

Coincidentally, the people who scammed me are also from Tianzhu?

Where is this bastard trying to scam me!

Reincarnation is bullshit, it must be something similar to body reconstruction!

But his expression was too serious. As if he were telling the real truth.

"Alright. Stop crying! Stop!"

It's scarier when you cry seriously.

Fortunately, in the conversation that followed, the guy listened to my words well.

"Is that all I have to do?"

"Yes."

"Alright. After this, the Secret Cult will no longer be involved in any matter related to you."

With this, my business in Tianzhu was over.

I had also given Fatima a hundred sharp flicks on the forehead, so my anger had all been released.

Now all I had to do was go to the Central Plains, but Fatima grabbed me.

Don't tell me you want to be hit more?

I showed her my fist, and Fatima quickly hid behind the Sword Demoness.

The Sword Demoness gently presented Fatima in front of me.

The struggling Fatima.

Tsk, tsk. The Sword Demoness is only weak to children.

I did the preparatory motion of the newly developed Bboong-bboong Fist for Fatima.

I swung my arm around.

"Condition, the higher the rotational force. Fulfillment, the higher the destructive power."

Braha, who was looking at me from one side as if he would kill me.

These Tianzhu guys, if they joke twice, they'll kill someone.

Just before my Bboong-bboong Fist was about to hit Fatima's crown.

"I have a favor to ask!"

Fatima squeezed her eyes shut and said to me.

"Please let me go to the village where I lived! I have something I must do there. You need me to go to the Central Plains anyway! Without me, you'll just be going around in circles in the desert! Because Jae-ha-nim is bad with directions!"

The speed of my swinging arm gradually slowed down.

It was a hard-to-believe fact, but I had no choice but to believe it.

I had no choice but to listen to Fatima's words.

* * *

And so I left.

The young old man, with a serious expression, said that he had to do something he hadn't been able to do all this time and stayed behind.

It would probably be a useless task.

I looked back and asked.

"Why are you following me?"

"I have failed. I have handed over the position of the leader of the Secret Cult to him. Everyone seemed to like it. I never knew the Eight Legions could make such a variety of expressions until today."

"So why are you following me?"

"In the end, I will become useless to them."

This bastard, he only says what he wants to say.

Braha looked back.

He could see the castle where he had lived for almost his entire life.

The most impressive memory from that place was,

The sight of him drying up in the empty castle.

Braha still hadn't found the answer.

Why had he been cooped up in the castle, doing nothing?

The ones who had defeated him, and the young man who had defeated him.

They had saved him, and the young man had not killed him either.

Although he had made him look shabby with an unprecedented public humiliation.

"Are you dissatisfied?"

I had never seen such a confident guy. Is this also a characteristic of the people of Tianzhu, their thick skin!

"Yeah!"

"I see. Alright."

The guy who had heard my answer no longer accompanied me. However, he was following me from a distance, not coming closer than a certain distance.

"Should I have just killed him then?"

"It's here."

Fatima stopped.

We looked forward.

"Ah!"

Fatima let out a small exclamation.

"It's a village."

The Sword Demoness opens her mouth with a whisper.

"I'm hungry!"

The whining Mad Demon.

From what I had heard from Fatima while coming here, this was a place that used to be a village. The village where Fatima had lived before, and where everyone except Fatima had died.

Now people were living there.

We went into the village.

The people were skinny.

Although they were wary of us, who were outsiders, they did not take any particular action. To be more precise, it would be correct to say that they couldn't.

Because they didn't seem to have the strength to do so.

The child, instead of running around energetically, was in his mother's arms, just nodding his head and looking at us.

The mother, whose eyes met ours, held the baby in her arms tightly and glanced at us with wary eyes.

An old man approaches us.

"I am the chief of this village. Who are you?"

At the question, Fatima answered.

"I was the last resident of this village."

The old man came and held Fatima's hand tightly.

"I see. Thanks to you, we can live now. Thank you."

"No. It's just a deserted house."

From their conversation, I could roughly guess who the villagers who had settled here were.

They were nomads who had lost their original villages and were living on the road.

(End of Chapter)