The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 3

The first person to react to Mok Wigeon’s voice was the wet nurse.

“Oh my. Young Master!”

The wet nurse rushed over with a speed that belied her heavy frame. Supporting the staggering Mok Wigeon, she spoke with a tearful voice.

Seeing the wet nurse and the steward, a few more memories surfaced.

“Oh my. I knew you would wake up… Sob.”

She wailed, saying she had known all along that Mok Wigeon would surely wake up. It was an unfamiliar experience. Had anyone ever cried for him like this before?

Here, the people who cared most for Mok Wigeon were the steward and the wet nurse. That much was clear even in Mok Wigeon’s memories.

But he decided to put off talking with the two of them for a moment. He had to deal with the situation unfolding in front of him first. Mok Wigeon looked at the leader and asked.

“You there. I asked a question, but you haven’t answered.”

The leader of the warriors, looking slightly annoyed, replied bluntly.

“We came to retrieve the items in the warehouse.”

“The items in the warehouse?”

What kind of fresh bullshit was this? This man was openly declaring his intention to take Mok Wigeon’s belongings. Right in front of him, no less.

Mok Wigeon was the third son of the Mok family. No matter how much of an outcast he was in the family, and even if this man was a trusted subordinate of the second son, Mok Wipyeong, this situation made no sense. Under normal circumstances, that is.

‘No. Just how much of a pushover has this kid been living as?’

Looking at them, a few memories came to mind. Memories of being ignored by his older brothers’ subordinates. Mok Wigeon had never been able to handle those situations properly. Naturally, those who saw this came to look down on Mok Wigeon even more.

The accumulation of such situations had led to the present one.

‘What kind of moron is this?’

When Mok Wigeon remained silent, the leader added with a smirk.

“We came under the orders of the Second Young Master.”

Mok Wigeon flinched at the mention of the Second Young Master. In truth, it was a reaction caused by the original Mok Wigeon’s memories, but the leader of the warriors couldn't have known that.

He just thought it was the same as always. Wasn’t this the same Mok Wigeon who would freeze up whenever his superior, Mok Wipyeong’s, name was mentioned? The corners of the leader’s mouth crept up slightly.

A troublemaker who only caused trouble outside. A fool who couldn't even make a peep, crushed by the authority of his older brothers within the Mok family. A moron who couldn't even say anything when treated condescendingly by underlings like himself. A person he had always ignored, and a person he could continue to ignore in the future.

Judging that he had confirmed this, the leader spoke to his subordinates.

“Alright. Get started, quickly.”

Mok Wigeon said nothing, but the men began to move on their own accord. As if Mok Wigeon’s opinion was not needed. The men moved toward the warehouse.

It was then. Mok Wigeon’s mouth opened, and his voice flowed out.

“Hey. Everyone, freeze! Are you trying to steal my belongings? How dare you?”

At Mok Wigeon’s voice, everyone’s movements stopped. They couldn't help but be surprised. It was because Mok Wigeon was always the one to hesitate and stammer in these situations.

But now, he was different. His voice was firm and resolute. It was a side of Mok Wigeon they had never seen before.

“Huh? No, that’s…”

The leader asked with a dumbfounded expression. Mok Wigeon looked him straight in the eye and said. Slowly, but firmly.

“You’re going to steal my belongings in broad daylight? The belongings of me, Mok Wigeon, the third son of the Mok family?”

“Uh… that is…”

The men were flustered. It was because he was so different from the usual Mok Wigeon. Normally, if they said they came under the orders of his second brother, Mok Wipyeong, he should have been at a loss for what to do.

Similar incidents had happened a few times before. Each time, Mok Wigeon had been taken advantage of like a fool. That’s why they had acted the same way today.

But something was different now. For one, his gaze was no longer the vacant, dazed look of before. Moreover, his tone was strangely a bit cocky.

“Why? Am I wrong?”

“That’s not it, but the Second Young Master told us to bring the items from the warehouse…”

The leader brought up the name of the second son, Mok Wipyeong, but Mok Wigeon just scoffed.

“What kind of nonsense is that? So you’re saying your superior, the second son of the Mok family, ordered you to steal my belongings?”

The men couldn't say a word. They knew something was going wrong, but they couldn't think of what to say.

“This won’t do. I’ll have to stop by the Hall of Justice.”

The men were startled. The Hall of Justice was the place that handled the Mok family’s discipline. A place that dealt out terrifying punishments. If this matter became known there, all hell would break loose.

To be honest, wasn't this no different from theft? The crime of disrespecting Mok Wigeon, a direct descendant of the family, was also great.

Mok Wipyeong might get off with a warning or a light reprimand, but they themselves would not be safe.

“No, sir. It seems we have made a mistake.”

The leader hurriedly bowed his head and apologized. His gut was telling him. Now was the time to bow his head, no matter what.

He didn't know what had happened, but Mok Wigeon was not the Mok Wigeon of the past.

He could feel it in his bones that if he made a mistake here, he would be in big trouble. So everyone just watched Mok Wigeon’s expression. They had already forgotten the Mok Wigeon they had ignored and looked down on.

“Quick on the uptake.”

It was actually a bit surprising. He had expected the warriors to put up more of a fight, and he would use that as an excuse to screw them over, but it was a bit of an anticlimax.

As expected, not just anyone could be a leader. To survive long in the Martial World, you had to be quick-witted. The leader of the warriors now possessed that quality.

Mok Wigeon looked down at them indifferently and spoke.

“You all. Why are you still here? Is there more business to attend to?”

“Pardon?”

“Honestly. Do I really have to tell you to get lost?”

Mok Wigeon’s mutterings, spoken as if to himself. But the leader of the warriors heard him and, startled, gathered his men. He had a feeling that if they stayed put, Mok Wigeon might actually go to the Hall of Justice.

“Everyone, hurry up and get over here!”

When the warriors hesitated, he even gestured and shouted.

“We will be taking our leave now.”

He hurriedly led his men out of the detached villa. From confronting Mok Wigeon to being kicked out, it all happened in an instant. It was a sudden whirlwind, and by the time they came to their senses, they were already outside. It was as if they had been possessed by a ghost.

“Captain. What just happened?”

One of his subordinates asked.

“How should I know? It’s like he’s a completely different person.”

Everyone looked dazed. As if they couldn't believe what they had just experienced. They all looked half out of their minds.

“Everyone, hurry. We need to report this immediately.”

This was no ordinary matter. He thought he had to report this to Mok Wipyeong immediately.

* * *

The news that Mok Wigeon had come back to life spread in an instant. As soon as the news got out, many people from the Mok family came, and they all brought physicians with them.

The physicians all said a miracle had occurred. They wanted to keep examining him, saying it was an unbelievable event, but the wet nurse kicked them all out, calling them quacks.

The interesting thing was that no one from his family came to visit.

‘Not a normal family, I see. Well, just looking at the memories.’

The family in Mok Wigeon’s memories could not be called a family.

Brothers who were at each other’s throats, with no affection to be found. The mothers and their factions behind the brothers. And the head of the family who subtly encouraged the competition, saying they had to survive by fighting like that.

‘What a mess.’

The fact that the three sons all had different mothers seemed to have played a large part. Those factions were engaged in a secret struggle to seize power in the Mok family. So it was true that they were worse than strangers.

‘But why does this guy keep checking my pulse? He doesn’t even know what’s what.’

Mok Wigeon was lying down, pretending to be unconscious. His memories were still incomplete, and it would be a hassle if people came to visit and kept talking to him.

The wet nurse had kicked out all the other physicians, but this one had been brought by someone she couldn't refuse, so he was examining Mok Wigeon’s condition a little longer.

“Hah. My, my.”

The physician was at his wit’s end.

When he had checked his pulse a while ago, he was clearly on the verge of death. He had said there was no hope, but for him to come back to life like this… The physician couldn't understand what had happened.

When the physician finished his examination and came outside, the Mok family’s general manager, Jang Baekmun, who had been waiting, asked.

“How is he?”

“He has woken up, but he is not yet fully recovered.”

“What do you mean, not fully recovered?”

The physician answered cautiously.

“His condition is extremely poor. His internal organs are weakened, and his pulse is very unstable.”

“Is there a way for him to recover?”

“That is…”

The physician couldn't answer easily. To be honest, he wasn't confident.

This was none other than the third son of the Mok family. And the very patient he had declared hopeless. The mistakes he had already made were hard enough to bear, but if he made another misdiagnosis here, he might not survive.

When the physician failed to answer, the general manager asked again.

“When will he regain consciousness? I heard he was walking and talking just a while ago.”

“That too…”

The physician hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“I am not sure what will happen.”

“What? You don’t know this, you don’t know that. What kind of answer is that?”

“It is because the symptoms are unprecedented. I have never seen a case like this before.”

“And you call that an answer?”

General Manager Jang Baekmun’s voice grew louder.

“He must recover, no matter what.”

“I understand.”

The physician answered with a tearful face. The general manager gave the wet nurse a few instructions and left, saying he would come again.

Mok Wigeon, who was inside, spoke as soon as the general manager left.

“Is he gone?”

“Yeah. He just left through the main gate.”

The Vampire Lord replied. Hearing the answer, Mok Wigeon sat up.

“Aigoo. This body’s condition is worse than I thought.”

Mok Wigeon felt like he had used up what little energy he had by forcing himself to go outside. He had even faced the Demon King head-on, but now his body was so weak he could barely walk.

“Hey. You take a look. My body is such a mess that I can’t get a proper diagnosis.”

Mok Wigeon could confirm that he had been hit with things like poison and curses. But the details were difficult to diagnose. He had no strength in his body, and his internal energy wouldn't move.

“Oh? Then shall this noble one take a look?”

The fellow approached with his eyes gleaming. He was thrilled at the request to examine the body.

“Don’t do anything weird, just take a look.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

Seeing him stutter, he must have been planning something. The damn bastard.

But as he examined the body, his expression grew more and more serious. He tilted his head, then examined the body again. He even sent his energy into the body to look inside. Then he said to Mok Wigeon.

“Why is your body in this state?”

“Why? What’s the problem?”

“You don’t have a dantian. No, should I say it’s completely destroyed?”

“What?”

Mok Wigeon shot up. No dantian? No wonder his internal energy wouldn't move no matter what he did. He had thought it was because his body was in poor condition, but it was completely broken.

“Son of a… If I don’t have a dantian, I can’t use internal energy, can I?”

(End of Chapter)