Blood Demon of the Past Life – Chapter 211

Chapter 211: The Last Story （2）

The world has changed.

Kang San’s consciousness shifted to the viewpoint of someone unknown.

The owner of that viewpoint.

I said.

“Did you find a suitable village?”

“Yes. I’ve selected three villages in the vicinity that are unlikely to cause any trouble.”

Swish.

He handed over the documents.

I received them and glanced over them briefly.

There was no need to look closely.

Stories about what this village was like, what that village was like, weren’t really important.

The masked man in front of me asked.

“Which village should we choose?”

“Pick the nearest one. If it’s far, it’ll take too long.”

“…Understood.”

Time was of the essence.

Come to think of it, it was an unlucky incident.

It’s not like her body was worn out, but just because my younger sister touched her a little, she committed suicide.

For now, I’ve covered up the incident, saying I’ll handle it, but if I can’t find a suitable culprit, the blame could fall on me. That couldn’t happen. I have a lot to do in the future. I, who should hold a position in the Righteous Murim, couldn’t be held back by such a trivial matter.

That’s why.

I chose a village.

I laid the groundwork in advance and visited at night.

It was a perfect plan.

Whoosh!

The village went up in flames.

The sole survivor, lying prostrate on the ground, looked up at me.

“…I’m, I’m sorry. If there’s anything I’ve done wrong, if I’ve somehow offended you, I apologize for everything. And I’ll return the silver I received as compensation. It’ll be difficult since I’ve used some of it, but I’ll work my body to the bone and repay you. Please, please just spare my life.”

He was foolish.

He didn’t know the truth.

That’s why he ended up like this.

A voice transmission entered my ears.

『What should we do with Seo Mun-ho’s wife?』

I smiled faintly.

『Do as you please.』

Suddenly, an amusing thought occurred to me.

I thought it would be quite entertaining to see his face filled with despair.

So, I told him the truth.

The original plan was to frame him for the crime, but I hadn’t intended to explain it in detail.

However, seeing him so desperate as his wife was dragged away, I couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“You will survive this disaster. Because only then can the plan I have in mind be perfectly completed.”

Thud.

I put an end to it.

I turned around.

Seo Mun-ho would be the only survivor.

As a heinous villain who burned down the village and massacred everyone.

“Should we spare the daughter?”

“No.”

I turned my head.

Looking at Seo Mun-ho’s wailing figure, I smiled broadly.

“Kill the daughter and hang her from the old tree. Ah━it would be even better if you carve the symbol of the Demonic Cult on her. That way, it’ll look like it was done by that idiot.”

“Understood.”

It was a shame.

I wanted to stay until the end and watch Seo Mun-ho, but I had to return to the main house immediately.

Well, it wasn’t bad.

Leaving it to the realm of imagination was also quite enjoyable for him.

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Crackle━

The scene changed.

It was an abandoned house.

As I was checking the rice container in the shabby kitchen, I suddenly felt a surge of irritation.

Bang━!

Shatter.

I smashed the rice container.

I couldn’t stand this situation any longer.

“Damn it! How long do I have to live like this!”

The Hebei Massacre.

On the day Seo Mun-ho returned as the Blood Demon and slaughtered everyone, I fled without looking back. I had to. How could I possibly stop a monster that even Moyeongcheon couldn’t handle? The problem started after that. I thought the Righteous Murim would step in and quickly subdue Seo Mun-ho, but he threatened to wipe out the entire Murim, demanding that I be handed over.

Everyone betrayed me.

Even the worms who tried to curry favor with me were blatantly scheming when I visited them.

It was a wretched life.

This was unfair.

Why.

Why on earth.

Why did I, born into a prestigious family in Hebei, have to live such an absurd life?

I entered the mountains to avoid people’s eyes, and after the initial food I bought, I couldn’t bring myself to go down and get more. Even then, the marketplace was filled with talk about me. I conserved food as much as possible and foraged from nature, but even that had its limits. Finally, I ran out of food completely. A while ago, I found myself salivating at the sight of a mouse crawling around the house.

It was miserable.

Along with the disgust for this situation, rage towards Seo Mun-ho surged within me.

“It’s all because of him. If it weren’t for Seo Mun-ho, I wouldn’t be living like this.”

Time passed.

One month, two months, three months.

The worse the situation became, the more I deteriorated.

When I cautiously ventured down to the village, I still heard stories about me.

There was nowhere to return to.

It was the edge of a cliff, and I couldn’t live like this anymore.

“…I’d rather die than live like this. If I die, how devastated Seo Mun-ho will be.”

It was an amusing plan.

Once I decided on death.

With death as the premise, a new picture was drawn.

“No. Just dying would be boring. What if, someday, when Seo Mun-ho finally finds me after all his struggles, I don’t remember anything about what happened? How would he feel at that moment? Ah━it’s too good. This is it. Seo Mun-ho. With your pathetic martial arts, you think of me as a cornered rat, but I’m not that easy to deal with.”

Squish━!

Squeak.

I caught a passing mouse.

I bit into it alive, my eyes gleaming with madness, and prepared a piece of paper.

Then I wrote down the story I would leave for Seo Mun-ho.

It was such a delightful task that I didn’t hesitate for a moment.

Thud.

I put the final period.

I immediately made simple preparations.

A barrier to prevent me, with my lost memories, from leaving this place, and devices to prevent the box from being opened.

Lastly.

Splash.

I looked at the potion.

It was something the Hebei Peng family kept secret, and it was said that drinking it would cause you to lose your memory.

Thanks to this, the plan was complete.

I lifted the potion and smiled brightly.

“It wasn’t such a bad life.”

Gulp, gulp.

I drank the potion.

That was the last moment I remembered.

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Snap━

I returned to reality.

Kang San’s eyes flew open.

『Qi Deviation worsens.』

『Mental fragmentation occurs.』

“Kuaaack!”

He screamed.

He clutched his head with both hands and gasped for breath, collapsed on the ground.

“Ugh, ugh.”

It was disgusting.

The memory from just now.

It was Peng Mujeong’s viewpoint.

What Peng Mujeong did to Seo Mun-ho was conveyed vividly, not from a third-person perspective, but from his own.

It felt like his mind was about to shatter.

Peng Mujeong didn’t have any grand criteria; he chose Seo Mun-ho’s village as lightly as drawing straws. The same went for killing his daughter. As he watched Seo Mun-ho wail and collapse at the sight of his wife being killed, he decided to tie his daughter up as well and send him completely into the abyss. This wasn’t human. It was the embodiment of evil, and when he experienced his final moments, even though it was Peng Mujeong’s perspective, a wave of nausea washed over him.

The final moment.

Peng Mujeong was genuinely delighted.

His excitement as he wrote, imagining Seo Mun-ho’s despair, was conveyed directly.

It was a fateful connection.

This body, engraved with Seo Mun-ho’s senses, couldn’t possibly survive without killing that demon.

“Ugh…”

He trembled violently.

Watching him barely manage to suppress his murderous intent, Peng Mujeong said with a sneer.

“In this world, you see, there are three foretold disasters. The first is a new danger unknown to this world, the second is a disaster that is known but cannot be overcome. The manifestation of the System and the large-scale Links signify these two disasters. According to what I’ve learned, the god Azmoon brings disasters upon this world according to a certain system. And the final, ultimate disaster that will burn everything down. There exists a single soul in this world that makes it possible.”

Peng Mujeong knew a lot.

By using Eric Roberts’ power to track down souls from past lives, he learned about Azmoon and stories beyond that.

And also about Seo Mun-ho.

“I’m certain that you are the soul of that evil spirit.”

This world would be destroyed.

Whether by himself or by Seo Mun-ho.

Peng Mujeong had created the perfect game.

“If you kill me. I, who turned you into an evil spirit, will be recognized for that achievement and given a chance to revive. It won’t change anything even if you suppress that murderous intent. It wouldn’t be difficult for Eric Roberts, that idiot, to destroy the world with the power he’s achieved. But I think it would be more fun to ruin you. So, go ahead. Kill me and achieve your goal.”

If that happened.

Kang San, Seo Mun-ho.

Instead of killing Peng Mujeong, it would result in the death of Eric Roberts.

Peng Mujeong was also aware of and intended to utilize the flow of the plan that Luca Bellino had intended.

Peng Mujeong shouted with crazed eyes.

“Come on━!”

At that moment.

Plop.

Kang San’s consciousness plunged into the abyss.

Within it.

Kang San became Seo Mun-ho.

He repeated the moment when Peng Mujeong killed his wife and daughter.

As he collapsed in despair and wailed, he returned to the beginning, endlessly repeating the horrific situation.

It was hell.

There was no other way to describe it.

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Kang San stopped moving.

Seeing him collapsed and trembling as if dead, Peng Mujeong smiled broadly.

“Yes, endure it. The more you struggle, the greater the pleasure will be.”

This life.

It held no meaning for Peng Mujeong.

Even if he wielded absolute power in Eric Roberts’ body, the pleasure he derived from it was minimal.

His past life too.

He was the successor of one of the Five Great Clans.

He wasn’t someone who found pleasure in things like power, and all Peng Mujeong desired was to return to a moment in the past. The moment he met Seo Mun-ho. He didn’t kill him then, but if he got another chance, he would drag him away and torture him. He would take revenge on that clueless guy, making him regret ever being born.

It was enjoyable.

It was thrilling.

He was happy just imagining it.

A second chance.

Some might say that his current life was hell, but for him, there was no greater blessing than this.

That’s when it happened.

“It’s been a while.”

“…Luca Bellino.”

On the sofa.

Luca Bellino suddenly appeared.

Peng Mujeong’s gaze turned cold.

He recognized the divine being at once.

“What brings the bitch who left because she didn’t like me here?”

Long ago.

Luca Bellino had sought out Peng Mujeong.

She, who had intended to use Peng Mujeong before Kang San, quickly abandoned him after testing the waters.

Peng Mujeong’s gaze shifted to Kang San.

“Ah━are you anxious because it seems like I’ll steal the credit for corrupting this guy, contrary to your plan? Don’t worry. Still, you and I, those who have achieved this level of merit, will all be recognized, they say. Well, the Revolution and Sun God Church trash will be wasting their efforts, but you and I are different. We can both achieve our desired goals.”

“I’ll ask just one thing.”

“Speak. I’m in a very good mood right now.”

“Do you have no intention of saving this world? The owner of this body, Eric Roberts, seems to be a person with the ability and character to do so.”

“What?”

He chuckled.

He looked at her as if she had said something absurd.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Do you know what I’ve learned from experiencing countless past lives? That damn god Azmoon brings disasters upon humanity that they cannot handle. If defeat is inevitable, it’s only right for me to take advantage of the situation. And I’d rather return to my own life, even if it means repeating destruction, than parasitizing something that isn’t even my own body.”

“Is that so?”

Luca Bellino looked at Kang San.

Her eyes were clouded with complex emotions.

“That’s what makes you different from Kang San.”

At that moment.

Flash.

Boom━!

The sword that materialized from Peng Mujeong’s hand blocked the sudden attack.

Rumble.

Peng Mujeong abruptly lifted his head.

As he looked ahead.

“It seems, this is as far as I go.”

Luca Bellino, with a sword in hand, was walking towards Peng Mujeong step by step.