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

Chapter 179 : Passing

No one could even open their mouths at the instructor's words. Because it was the truth.

The situation was that all those who seemed to have some talent had already passed.

The people here all looked like they had no confidence, and their shoulders were drooping.

It seemed they all already knew what their situation was without anyone having to say it.

Cowards who didn't even have the courage to give up despite having three chances to give up before.

That was them here now.

"Of course, not giving up is also courage. I will decide whether your courage will reach the place you want or not."

Snap.

When he snapped his fingers, the strange sensation that had been felt from the instructors until now enveloped his body.

And this time, as if by magic, they moved.

At the instructor's following words, to be more precise, Murong Yoo could tell that they had not moved, but that something had been summoned here.

"Just now, I have summoned the Hall of Oblivion, where the things that are useless and forgotten in the Divine Cult gather, to this place. You trash like you will not understand how this is possible at all. But if you pass this test, you will someday reach a realm like this. Because that is the first purpose of our Divine Cult."

The instructor continued in a low voice.

"From now on, prove that you are not trash by any means necessary."

And in front of such an instructor, there were some familiar things.

An ordinary-sized iron gate.

A huge iron bar.

An iron-hard tree.

And a wooden doll.

"The time given is one day. The chance to challenge is one. You will have a rough idea after seeing these. The three you are seeing now are the ones you have been tested on before. And the wooden doll is a new one. It is up to you which one you will challenge. Now! Then, you trash, struggle."

* * *

As the instructor had said, everyone had already figured out their own theme from the previous tests.

Nevertheless, they were children who had reached this place because they could not give up.

The children began to wander around this place, the Hall of Oblivion.

Murong Yoo also moved.

He headed for what he saw first.

It was a very old bookshelf.

Inside, there were old, worn-out, and abandoned books.

[Third-Rate Mind Art]

When he picked one of them, a mind art that looked third-rate at a glance came out. When he opened the book and looked at the contents, he could see why it had been abandoned.

-If you look down on a third-rate martial artist, you'll be in big trouble. Those who want to become third-rate, learn the third-rate mind art. Then you will become a proud third-rate martial artist.

He immediately put the book back and took out the book next to it.

[You Can Do It Too. Beginner Martial Artist!]

The content was similar to the third-rate divine art. And after that, he looked at several more books, but they were all the same.

"At this rate, I'm sure to fail."

Murong Yoo took his eyes off the bookshelf and looked at what the other children were doing.

Most of the children were looking for weapons in a place like an armory. At this, Murong Yoo nodded.

"You can't change your internal energy or external energy much in just one day. In that case, finding a good weapon and cutting the iron-hard tree is the most rational way to pass this test."

However, Murong Yoo did not go to the armory.

From his experience of having cut the iron-hard tree before, he had instinctively realized that to cut the iron-hard tree, a simple weapon was not enough, and something more was needed.

-Yoo-ya, there are many things in the world that cannot be seen. The grain is one of them.

Murong Yoo recalled the grain that his mother had shown him in the past.

His mother had just lightly swung her sword, but the countless grasses in front had been cut.

-This is the grain.

Perhaps to cut the iron-hard tree, one had to cut the grain. Or cut it forcibly with internal energy or strength.

Of course, these were all things that Murong Yoo did not have.

And so, time passed, and half a day went by.

In the meantime, half of the applicants had challenged the test, and they had all failed.

And the number of withdrawals was already in the hundreds.

Just then, the first passer came out.

"Passed!"

"F-Finally! I passed!"

For a moment, everyone looked at the passer with envious eyes. The child who had passed had cut the iron-hard tree among the four tasks, and the weapon he was holding looked shabby at a glance.

It was all worn out and covered in rust.

"You're lucky. To think you found the Dragon Horse Sword that had cut the Demonic Dragon in the past in that pile of trash. But luck is also a skill. The passer, go over there."

"Yes!"

At the instructor's words, the sound of people talking to themselves was heard from here and there.

"A demonic dragon, is it a real dragon?"

"Are you an idiot? It's obviously someone's nickname. Come to think of it, I've heard of it. That a weapon imbued with the blood of a high-level martial artist becomes not just a simple weapon, but a martial tool!"

For a moment, the children who had been looking for a way to pass in their respective places headed to the armory.

And among them was Murong Yoo.

After that, many children challenged by finding the oldest and most shabby weapons, but they all failed.

Just then, another passer came out.

"Oh! You've managed to find the Dragon Horse Breaking Fist in the pile of trash. To find the martial art of the past Fist Emperor, you deserve to pass!"

"T-This is the Fist Emperor's... Then, this is mine?"

"The Divine Cult does not take what one has earned for oneself."

"Thank you!"

"Of course, the development and level of martial arts in the past and present are clearly different. Although he was called the Fist Emperor in the past, he may be just an ordinary fist artist now. Keep that in mind."

"Yes!"

This time, the children flocked to the place where the martial arts books were.

After that, many failures and a few passers came out.

As time passed, the number of children had decreased to the point where they could be counted at a glance.

The dozing instructor let out a long yawn and opened his mouth.

"There's one hour left. All those who remain here after one hour will be eliminated."

The children began to move busily.

Murong Yoo stood blankly in his place.

Because he had done his best to find something to pass until now, but he didn't think he could find it in just one hour.

"Is this it?"

Well, he had expected it.

Because he was a half-wit.

Perhaps the reason his dad didn't come to see him was because he was a half-wit.

Murong Yoo gave up everything and picked up the book in front of him.

[Basic Demonic Art Mind Art That You Wouldn't Read Even If It Were Free]

Just by looking at the title, he could tell that it was quite shabby.

Rustle.

Murong Yoo opened the book.

[Demonic art, unlike righteous art, is based on the reversal of heaven. The human body is basically the following of heaven. Therefore, to learn demonic art, you have to forcibly twist that flow.]

Anyone could tell that it was a story about a third-rate demonic art.

Originally, Murong Yoo would have just let this content flow.

But Murong Yoo seriously turned to the next page.

[If you have performed the reversal of heaven, from this point on, the body will gradually begin to collapse. But on the contrary, it has the advantage that the achievement of martial arts is much faster than other martial arts of the following of heaven. However, there is also the disadvantage that you reach that limit quickly. And if you do not reach a certain realm, the one who has performed the reversal of heaven will surely face a bad end.]

Murong Yoo turned to the next page.

[Therefore, the reversal of heaven is called demonic art. Reader who is reading this book, the moment you turn the next page, you will walk a path that you can never return from. Nevertheless, if you want to move forward, try opening the next page.]

Rustle.

On the next page, the method of performing the reversal of heaven was written. And the last phrase was this.

[Congratulations. On becoming a demonic practitioner from today.]

* * *

Murong Yoo stood in front of the instructor.

"You're the last one. The biggest coward among the trash. Yes, have you come to give up now?"

"No. I've come to challenge."

"Oh. You're going to struggle, huh? Yes, a man should be like this even if he's about to die. What are you planning to choose?"

"The fourth one, the wooden doll."

"Hehehe."

"Why are you laughing?"

"Brat, do you believe in luck?"

"Are you talking about 'luck seven, skill three'?"

"The four-character idiom that says that in all things that happen in the world, luck is 70% and talent is 30% is 'luck seven, skill three'. And you have chosen this fourth task."

"What's wrong with that? You said to choose whatever I want in the first place."

"I did say that. But why didn't you choose the other test tasks?"

"If I'm going to fail anyway, I'll fail no matter what I choose."

"Hehehe. You're an interesting piece of trash. It would be fun to see how far your luck goes as a final amusement."

The instructor approached the wooden doll. And when he did something with his hand, the wooden doll began to move.

"This wooden doll is the latest automatic training doll. It was made with a technology that does not exist in this world. The realm of the wooden doll is about third-rate. If you defeat this guy, you pass."

Gulp.

Murong Yoo swallowed. He had never imagined that that wooden doll would move so naturally. But he was not flustered or nervous now.

Because if he were to fail in the first place, as he had said before, the result would be the same no matter what he chose.

* * *

The one in charge of the fourth gate was a new instructor. And the Murong Yoo he saw was trash that was not even third-rate.

'I hear a descendant of a great person is participating this time.'

At the senior instructor's words, the new instructor was honestly somewhat nervous.

But from the time he was assigned to the fourth gate, the new instructor's interest had cooled.

Because the talented individuals had already been filtered out in the first, second, and third gates.

The children who had come this far were either trash who didn't even have the courage to give up, or trash who couldn't accept reality.

This fourth gate was a place to test pure luck, like the cases of the children who had passed before, not talent or skill.

Because the luck of being loved by the world sometimes acts more importantly than anything else.

And the wooden doll that the last child of the fourth gate had chosen was showing that this child's luck was the worst.

'There are some.'

Beings who are born of low birth, have no talent, can't even grasp their own theme, and dare to look up at a place they can't reach.

'I'm sorry, but life is decided from the moment you are born.'

It might be happier for this child's future not to even look at a tree he can't climb.

The wooden doll moved.

It kicks off the ground. It raises the wooden sword in its hand.

Although he didn't know how it looked in that child's eyes, in the new instructor's eyes, the wooden doll's movements were very unnatural.

That was natural. The fact that it was in the Hall of Oblivion meant that that wooden doll was quite old-fashioned. But for an old-fashioned one, its movements were quite quick.

'Even if it's old-fashioned, is it from the Black Mountain tribe?'

He's a guy with really bad luck.

'You fail!'

That was the instructor's evaluation of Murong Yoo.

* * *

Murong Yoo was forcibly twisting the internal energy of his body, just like the content of the book he had just read.

Because he thought that if he were to live as a half-wit anyway, a half-wit who had performed the reversal of heaven and just a half-wit were the same.

And since he had little internal energy, it was not difficult to perform the reversal of heaven.

'Is this right?'

The book said that when you perform the reversal of heaven, you first feel a power you've never had before.

But he didn't feel any particular change in his body.

He could see the wooden doll approaching him.

'Huh? It seems slower than before.'

It seemed the wooden doll was old and had been damaged here and there.

Murong Yoo lightly avoided the sword coming down at him and was about to extend his fist, but he folded it back.

'Wouldn't my fist hurt if I hit it with my bare hands?'

Although he had trained, his bones and flesh were weak unlike others. If his weak hand hit the hard wooden doll's head, his bones might be damaged.

Murong Yoo took the wooden doll's sword.

And he swung the sword.

Slice.

Because the sword broke, he could not cut the wooden doll. Murong Yoo, flustered, looks at the wooden doll. Fortunately, the wooden doll did not move.

"Is it over?"

Murong Yoo looks at the instructor.

Saliva was dripping from the instructor's wide-open mouth to the floor.

'Huh? Was that supposed to stop?'

No matter how old-fashioned it was, it was made by the Black Mountain tribe.

They were famous for never putting out a failed product.

The instructor soon came to his senses, closed his mouth, and approached Murong Yoo.

"W-Why are you doing this?"

Murong Yoo struggles at the instructor who is touching his body randomly, but he could not escape the hand movements of the instructor who had already reached a certain realm.

"You!"

The instructor looking at Murong Yoo as if he were surprised.

"What?"

Murong Yoo, who was relieved to be released from the instructor's rough hands.

"You have a Demonic Dragon Body!"

"What?"

"A body specialized in demonic art! The optimal body to learn demonic art! The greatest blessing for a person who walks the path of the demonic path!"

Luck seven, skill three.

Murong Yoo's luck was the very fact that he had come to the holy land of the demonic path, the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.

(End of Chapter)