Chapter 4: Mok Sword Manor (1)Mok Gyeong-un unwrapped the bandages and looked at his upper body reflected in the mirror.
There were scars from stab wounds on the left side of his chest and abdomen.
âScars?â
Normally, even considerable wounds wouldnât leave scars.
However, the wounds inflicted by that manâs black sword had turned into scars.
It seemed they would likely remain for life.
âWell⦠canât be helped.â
He had to be satisfied with surviving.
Even he thought wounds of that extent would be fatal.
But contrary to expectations, he had survived.
He was aware that he had exceptional recovery abilities from the beginning, but his tenacity for life was beyond imagination.
âIs this a sign that I shouldnât go there yet?â
Fortunately.
If he had to listen to his grandfatherâs nagging, he at least wanted to complete his revenge. SÑarch* The ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
That way, it would be less unjust.
âRevengeâ¦â
Thinking about revenge, he felt he was lucky.
Who would have thought there would be someone in the world with the exact same face as him?
Thanks to that, he could cleanse his identity.
âShould I say Iâm lucky?â
Since the identity of the death row inmate had been killed, there would be no wanted posters saying he had escaped.
In fact, more than the government office issuing wanted posters, he had something else in mind.
âTheyâll probably think Iâm dead now, right?â
The middle-aged man with the black sword whom he had encountered while tracking his nemesisâs traces.
That man had appeared to kill him.
But if the fact that he was alive was discovered, the man would undoubtedly show up again.
ââ¦Martial arts.â
He had clearly experienced it.
That man was a monster he had encountered for the first time in his life.
It seemed impossible to confront him without learning martial arts.
In that regard, it seemed like a stroke of fate.
The guy who had the same face as him was the third young master of the martial arts clan, Yeon Mok Sword Manor.
He could now deceive that bastard and the world as the third young master of Yeon Mok Sword Manor, not as the Sickle-slaying Demon, and furthermore, an opportunity to learn martial arts had opened up.
âIt has opened up, butâ¦â
There was just one problem.
Mok Gyeong-un looked at the black figure standing outside the door while putting on his top.
It was the person Guard Gam had placed to monitor him.
Because of that, he was confined to the villa and couldnât move except when going to the latrine.
âHow annoying.â
The situation wasnât easy.
It was no different from being imprisoned.
Although they had made a deal, as expected, Guard Gam didnât trust him at all.
It would probably continue like this.
It might be natural since he had boldly killed the âreal oneâ right in front of his eyes.
âWhat should I do?â
If he stayed still, he would only be manipulated like this.
There might not even be an opportunity to learn martial arts.
It was a situation where he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, unable to do anything.
Nevertheless, Mok Gyeong-un chuckled with a rather nonchalant face.
Knock knock!
At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
âYoung Master, Iâve brought your lunch.â
Soon, the door opened, and a maid brought a tray of food.
It was beef and eggplant stir-fry, bean sprouts, and rice.
As she always did, the maid placed the tray on the round table by the window.
She glanced at Mok Gyeong-un, who was buttoning his top and sitting on a chair.
âHeâs handsome.â
Among the four young masters of Yeon Mok Sword Manor, Mok Gyeong-unâs looks were by far the best.
To the extent that the maids would compete to bring him his meals and want to see his face.
One needed to have such small pleasures, didnât they?
However,
âHuh?â
The maid slightly furrowed her brows.
With a faint smile on his face, he didnât look any different from the usual Mok Gyeong-un.
But what was this subtle sense of unfamiliarity?
âWhat is it?â
Something felt different.
It was quite difficult to pinpoint exactly what it was.
As the maid was puzzled inside, she was about to take the tray and leave when,
âWait a moment.â
âYes?â
âAbout the beef and eggplant stir-fry.â
âYes.â
âNext time, Iâd like the beef to be less cooked.â
âBut if itâs undercooked, the bloodâ¦â
âBeef is more tender when itâs rare, and itâs delicious when itâs slightly soaked in blood.â
He smiled brightly as he said that.
The moment she saw his smile, a chill ran down the maidâs spine.
She seemed to understand why she felt the unfamiliarity.
His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were staring at her without moving at all.
It felt like her body was stiffening.
âIs there a problem?â
âThat⦠wellâ¦â
Once seized by fear, it was difficult to answer.
Right then,
âThe chef will handle the cooking as he sees fit, Young Master.â
Mok Gyeong-un turned his head toward the door.
Guard Gam was entering through the open door.
He shook his head with a displeased look and waved his hand at the maid.
The maid bowed her head and hurriedly went out.
Thud!
Guard Gam closed the door and approached Mok Gyeong-un, saying,
âI warned you not to do anything conspicuous, didnât I?â
Mok Gyeong-un picked up some rice with his chopsticks and replied,
âIs asking for the beef to be cooked less considered conspicuous?â
âYouâre Mok Gyeong-un, not a death row inmate.â
âThe paper you gave me to memorize didnât mention what kind of meat the âreal oneâ preferred.â
Mok Gyeong-un calmly retorted.
âThis bastard.â
Guard Gamâs expression hardened at his attitude.
It wasnât exactly wrong, but he didnât like how the boy talked back at every turn.
It was annoying, and the way he was chewing his food was also irksome.
Guard Gam sat across from him and said,
âJudging by the way youâre talking, I assume youâve memorized everything I told you to, right?â
âYes. There wasnât much to it.â
âNot much to it? Ha! Then whatâs the name of the eldest young master?â
âMok Yeong-ho. Age twenty. Has a mole on his left cheek and is so absorbed in women . The most incompetent among the four brothers, but greedy and tyrannical.â
ââ¦â
One of Guard Gamâs eyebrows rose.
It was accurate without a single mistake.
Since the real young master had written the information sheet himself, it was bluntly written from his own perspective.
ââ¦What about the second young master?â
âMok Eun-pyeong. Age eighteen. Has droopy eyes like the main wife. Cunning and treacherous. A piece of trash who would do anything to become the head of the clan.â
Mok Gyeong-un had memorized it exactly as it was written.
The forceful handwriting gave a strong impression of dislike.
âIt would be easier if he were a dimwit.â
Guard Gam clicked his tongue inwardly.
As expected, the fellow was cunning and had memorized everything.
There seemed to be no need to check further.
âShould I also talk about the fourth young master? Or the real Mok Gyeong-unâs usual habitsâ¦â
âThatâs enough.â
âThen, I havenât finished my meal yet, so may I continue?â
âHmph. Eat and listen.â
âUnderstood.â
Guard Gam got up from his seat, looked out the window with his hands behind his back, and opened his mouth.
âAlthough youâve familiarized yourself with the information on the sheet, youâll hardly have any occasions to meet other people in this household.â
ââ¦Why is that?â
âEven if you have the same face as the young master, the longer the tail, the more likely it is to get stepped on. In the first place, we just need to avoid creating such situations.â
âSo youâre saying I should stay cooped up inside?â
âYou catch on quick.â
âThis doesnât seem much different from being a substitute.â
âYou volunteered to be a puppet instead of a substitute. Since you chose that path yourself, you just need to do as youâre told.â
Guard Gam made it clear.
So that this cunning fellow couldnât have any other thoughts.
âI just need to do as Iâm told, right?â
âThatâs right.â
âIs there anything else I need to know?â
âNo.â
At Guard Gamâs final words, Mok Gyeong-un, who had been using his chopsticks, narrowed his eyes.
He had been told about the information he needed to be familiar with, but other than habits or personal details that wouldnât easily give away the fact that he was a fake, he wasnât told anything else.
Especially the most important information.
âHeâs not telling me why a substitute was needed.â
Of course, he had guessed that they might not tell him.
Because of this, Mok Gyeong-un could be certain of one thing.
âAre they planning to leave me in a dangerous situation that requires a substitute?â
Otherwise, there would be no reason not to tell him.
They had made him take a poison pill, and now that the âreal Mok Gyeong-unâ was dead, he thought they would utilize him for a while since he was the only substitute.
But it seemed that wasnât the case.
They probably had another hidden card up their sleeve.
The corners of Mok Gyeong-unâs mouth curled up savagely as he was lost in thought.
âTheyâre trying to switch sides.â
***
Thud!
Guard Gam, who had closed the door, said to the sharp-eyed middle-aged man guarding outside,
âMake sure he never escapes. And if someone comes looking for him, come up with an excuse that heâs not feeling well or something, so he doesnât come face to face with others.â
âUnderstood.â
âIâll be out for a bit.â
As he was about to leave, the middle-aged man whispered,
âCaptain. But is there really a need to switch sides?â
âHuh?â
âYouâve made him take the poison pill anyway. Wouldnât it be better to just control that fake fellow? After all, the reason you chose the third young masterâ¦â
âThat fellow is no good.â
âWhat? What do you mean?â
âI mean heâs not someone who can be easily controlled.â
At Guard Gamâs words, the middle-aged man inwardly scoffed.
No matter how much of a death row inmate the fellow was, he was just an ordinary civilian who hadnât learned martial arts.
Yet, it was amusing how the captain was overreacting like this.
Perhaps because he had retired from the front lines and lived as a bodyguard, his sharpness had indeed dulled compared to the past.
If it bothered him that much, he could just step on the fellow and teach him a lesson.
However, regardless of his own thoughts, he couldnât talk back to the captain.
âI understand.â
âWatch him closely. If he tries to do anything unnecessary, subdue him with the Grappling Hand technique. I allow you to inflict some pain, except for the face.â
âOho. Really?â
âThat might be better for that fellow. Anyway, guard him well.â
âUnderstood.â
The middle-aged man raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.
***
About fifteen minutes after Guard Gam left,
The closed door opened.
The middle-aged man guarding the door blocked Mok Gyeong-un, who was trying to go out.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â
âIâm going out for a bit.â
âTo the latrine?â
âNo. I thought Iâd take a look around outside the villa. I needed someone to talk to anyway, so would you like to come with me?â
Mok Gyeong-un spoke nonchalantly.
Seeing his attitude, the middle-aged man shook his head in disbelief.
The captain had just left, and he was already trying to run out?
The middle-aged man spoke in a cold tone,
âIf you donât want to see a rough sight, go back in right now.â
âDid you say Go Chan? I think nothing will happen if the two of us just keep our mouths shutâ¦â
Before Mok Gyeong-un could finish speaking,
Swish swish smack!
The middle-aged man, no, Go Chan, swiftly grabbed Mok Gyeong-unâs wrist and twisted it behind his back.
It was a Grappling Hand Technique.
According to the captain, although the boyâs external strength was not remarkable, his muscle density was unusual, so rather than striking, it was easier to subdue him by twisting his joints.
âNothing special.â
Using the Grappling Hand Technique after a long time, it seemed his skills hadnât rusted.
Feeling better after twisting the boyâs arm, he whispered into Mok Gyeong-unâs ear,
âYou seem to have forgotten your place, but youâre not the real Mok Gyeong-un. Thereâs nothing good about unnecessarily provoking me.â
Squeeze!
He twisted the wrist even more.
Regardless of his muscles, having his joint twisted must be painful.
âGo back in and stay put.â
Go Chan warned in a low voice.
He thought the boy would naturally go back in on his own after this much, but,
âWhat if I donât want to?â
âWhat?â
Go Chan snorted in disbelief.
He had heard the boyâs thinking was unusual, but he seemed out of his mind.
If he didnât want to go back in obediently, what else could he do?
âFoolish fellow.â
Go Chan struck the back of Mok Gyeong-unâs neck with his hand infused with internal energy.
Smack!
With this much force, regardless of his muscles, he would faint from the impact.
Thatâs what he thought, but something was strange.
It felt like he had hit a wooden pillar.
âWhat?â
He thought the boy would definitely collapse, but he was enduring it just fine.
Thinking he might not have used enough internal energy, he tried to apply more, but Mok Gyeong-unâs voice was heard,
âYou do seem weaker than Guard Gam.â
âThis bastard?â
It seemed he didnât feel any pain at all.
Otherwise, how could he speak so calmly after being hit on the back of the neck?
Feeling unsettled, Go Chan decided it wouldnât do and tried to twist Mok Gyeong-unâs wrist even more to slam him to the ground.
However,
Squeeze!
No matter how much he twisted, the boy didnât budge.
No, the boy was straightening his twisted wrist and forearm.
âWha- what the â¦.â¦?â
Startled, Go Chan summoned his martial power to the fullest.
He couldnât worry about the fellow getting hurt or not.
He had to subdue him first and then see.
But,
âHuh?â
The moment he tried to draw upon his martial power, his body floated upward with a whoosh.
Then, he was slapped down in front of the boy.
Thud!
âUgh!â
Fortunately, it didnât seem like he was thrown down too hard.
He quickly tried to bounce his waist and get up, but Mok Gyeong-un grabbed his neck with his right hand.
Squeeze!
âGuh!â
The strength of that grip was so immense that it felt like his neck would break at any moment.
Go Chanâs eyes trembled and started to turn bloodshot.
He hurriedly grabbed the boyâs wrist and tried to push it away to free himself.
But it wouldnât budge at all.
âTh- this bastard, what the â¦. is he? How can he be so strongâ¦?â
In terms of martial arts, he had reached the second-rate level.
It was no exaggeration to say that he possessed twice the strength of an average adult man.
Yet, he couldnât handle the strength of one hand of this fellow who hadnât even learned martial arts.
âGuh, guh.â
His breath was getting cut off.
It felt like his face would burst.
Struggling in agony, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the boyâs face.
âSmiling?â
The corners of the boyâs mouth were curled up to his ears.
He had a face like an innocent child playing with a toy.