Jang Sam is a bandit.
In his lifetime, he’s never left Mount Odae1 and from the age of 20, he started targeting mountain passengers to pay tolls.
Maybe it was because of his diligent work, but at one point people began to know him as ‘Heavenly Power’ Jang Sam.
Today was the same. At the crack of dawn, with his five henchman, he left to go work… but stopped when they saw something strange.
They walked from Mount Odae and when they stopped for a break, they saw a carriage approaching from afar.
‘How did they come this far?’
Were they possessed by ghosts? Although Jang Sam looked bewildered, at the moment he saw the expensive carriage, he shook himself out of it.
‘We need to take that for sure.’
Jang Sam and his five henchman blocked the road and the driver pulled the carriage to a stop.
The horse whinnied and shook his mane, stopping. Just looking at the carriage at a glance, they could tell that they could get a lot of money.
They had good luck today. Jang Sam laughed, pleased and gripped his axe. Okay, let me tighten my muscles. One, two, three.
“Give us your money!”
—
What’s with his voice, is he a singer?2
But at this level I wasn’t even surprised. After all, I was a hunter who had been through all kinds of hardships for the past seven years.
… But it was still a little scary.
“A total of six. And it doesn’t look like there are any lying in ambush.”
The driver explained the situation calmly, like a secret agent.
Is this ahjussi3 trustworthy. Why is he so relaxed.
He stared curiously and scratched his head.
“It happens from time to time. Although it’s the first time in this vicinity.”
“How come?”
“How come? Because messing with someone from Murim is basically suicide. To steal right in front of the Jin family’s territory, why I’m curious who these people are.”
‘Who? Of course, they’re the Tutorial’s NPCs.’
But they must be close if they’re right in front of the Jin family’s territory.
‘Should I stall for time?’
Right now I’m second-rate.
Even though I can feel I’m higher than a F rank hunter, I’m not sure what level I’m at in the Murim world.
Six versus one. If I include the driver, six versus two.
‘Will it work?’
There’s a reason why there’s an idiom ‘there’s no fighting against such odds’. If I make a mistake, my life could be at stake.4
“How long until we get to our destination?”
“We’re almost there. It’ll take about half shi-jin5.”
If it’s half shi-jin… then here’s one hour left?
Even though I guessed, the driver and I had different standards when it came to ‘almost there’.
‘Yeah right we’re almost there.’
Maybe it was the background but the scale was different. The scale.
Anyways, I should assume there are no reinforcements coming. However, thankfully I wasn’t alone.
Judging by how relaxed the driver was, I felt he smelled like a master. Like right now.
“Should I take care of them?”
I imagined him saying, while gripping the horse whip and destroying all the bandits.
‘He’s a master!’
That’s the way it should be. I have a reputation coming from a noble family, and am a special customer of the brothel. There’s no way they would send along a normal driver to send me off.
‘Wol Hwa must have paid special attention to me. Not only is she pretty but her personality is pretty too.’
My worries disappeared and I smiled, pleased. The driver took my smile as a confirmation and as he turned around, the bandit shouted for a second time.
“Bastards! Are you not listening to this Heavenly Power!”
Opening the carriage window, I saw a huge hairy man carrying a double-edged axe. He had an impressive upper body and his arms and legs were as thick as pillars.
However, the driver muttered under his breath how ridiculous the sight was.
“He’s like a one day puppy6. How dare he.”
Kyaa, I’m getting drunk off his force.
And the driver sternly started to denounce the bandits.
“How dare a bandit that steals food provisions and raise blood pressure block our paths! We’ll lock you up and take you away to prison!”
Even though he seemed like Justice Bao7 making a sweeping speech, Jang Sam8 and his henchman didn’t seem to be moved at all.
“Yeah, so we blocked your paths. What are you going to do about it?”
“You bastards who have committed countless evil deeds, we’ll dig out your eyeballs and grind your limbs with a mortar and then spread your ashes all over the Nine Provinces! And we’ll exterminate your whole family for nine generations…”
… His punishments aren’t a joke. He’s basically a criminal, a criminal.
As if he read my mind, Jang Sam opened his mouth.
“Is someone from the imperial family in there? My muscles are going numb just listening to you. Let us see that precious face of his.”
“If you knew who he was, you’re the idiots who are going to be the ones to regret it!”
“Okay. We got it, so tell him to come out.”
“These young bastards…!”9
I turned my head once I heard the driver hold his tongue. My heart thumped at the thought that I might finally see a Murim master’s performance.
“Master-nim. I think you’ll need to come out.”
“Huh?”
Me? Why me?
“These bastards will only spill tears if they see a coffin. How dare they block master-nim’s path. Teach them what kind of master they’re messing with.”
As he said that, with a cold expression, he opened the carriage door.
“I’ve heard of the prestigious Jin’s Heavenly Sword. At the age of 20, the genius swordmaster who reached his peak! You don’t know how much my heart shook every time I heard of your tales.”
… Jin’s Heavenly Sword? Genius swordmaster?
‘What is he saying.’
My head felt all messed up. What is Jin’s Heavenly Sword, who is the genius swordmaster and what kind of fucker is this driver?
You said you were going to take care of it. You weren’t a master?
“Idiots! Don’t you know who this is!”
He’s wrong. But like a 8-ton truck whose steering wheel broke, he kept going.
Stop, don’t say anymore. Stop!
The driver gripped his hand into a fist and whipped around to look at me.
He smiled like he knew everything. A gaze full of confidence.
“Ho-hold on. I’m Jin…”
But without giving me a chance to speak, he roared.
“Taiyuan’s of the Jin family, the second master of Shan Xi providence. This is Jin Mukyung-nim!”
“But I’m Jin… Taekyung.”
For a second, a cold breeze blew by.
“What?”
“Like I was saying I’m not Jin Mukyung I’m Jin Taekyung. I’m not the second master, I’m the third master…”
“… third master? You mean that third master?
That’s right, you yangban10.
The driver’s eyes shook. It was like a 8.0 earthquake.
“Then, then Jin Mukyung…”
“I have no idea.”
If it’s at this time, wouldn’t he be asleep?
The driver looked at me like he lost his country and as he stared at me, he fell to the ground like a puppet without its strings. As if he dozed off.
‘Fuck. What master.’
I let go of the driver’s wrist.11
His wrist was like a chicken’s fragile bones. I felt like life would get harder if I grabbed it. Who knew he would be all talk.
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