Ubermensch – Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Seo Wangmo opened her eyes with a groan after they had walked for about 30 minutes.

She turned her eyes with difficulty within her swollen eyelids and grasped the situation with a bitter expression.

“You shattered my task and saved my life.”

“I didn’t know it would turn out like this.”

“You don’t need to apologize. It’s a favor that you saved my life.”

“Still, I want to apologize.”

“Don’t.”

Seo Wangmo said in a weak voice.

“Just because you’re kind to me doesn’t mean you can repay the debt you owe to someone who resembles me. I am me, and that person is that person.”

It was true.

It was a saying that Mason himself knew better than anyone.

Even though he knew it well… it was a saying he couldn’t keep.

Mason said as bluntly as possible.

“Have you forgotten that your life is resting on my arm?”

“That’s why I need to be clear.”

Mason grumbled.

“Really, you don’t yield an inch.”

“I guess the person who resembles me was the same.”

Seo Wangmo laughed weakly.

“Judging by the look in your eyes, which is different from your expression, you miss her.”

Mason smiled bitterly.

She was wise. Just like the person he remembered.

It was then.

“Cough. Cough.”

Seo Wangmo’s cough was deep. As she coughed, blood splattered on Mason’s face. It wasn’t dark red, dead blood, but bright red, fresh blood. It meant her internal organs were injured.

Mason asked in surprise.

“Are you okay?”

“My insides are a mess. Helping me straighten out the flow of my internal energy is…”

“…”

“…I guess it’s too much to ask.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.”

Seo Wangmo said weakly.

“Please put me down somewhere suitable. I need to circulate my energy.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Getting me a core would be helpful.”

“Okay.”

Mason sat Seo Wangmo down in a suitable ruin.

It was a place where a wall remained that she could lean against.

“Rest for a while.”

A while later.

A rumbling, crashing sound like a mountain collapsing was heard from afar, and Mason, covered in steaming blood, came back with a core dripping with blood.

“I brought a normal monster’s core because I had to get it in a hurry. Would a higher-grade one be better?”

“It’ll do for putting out the fire.”

Seo Wangmo sat upright, with the core on her palm.

As she circulated her energy, the core gradually shrank. At the same time, her complexion visibly improved.

Mason, who had been silent, asked when Seo Wangmo opened her eyes.

“Are you feeling better?”

“I’ve put out the fire. I won’t die.”

Seo Wangmo smiled playfully.

“But I’m not in a state to walk, so could you lend me your arms a little longer?”

“Okay.”

As Mason lifted her up, Seo Wangmo asked.

“Who is heavier, the person who resembles me or me?”

“You.”

“So you held her in your arms too.”

“…”

“Did you sleep together?”

“That’s private.”

“So you did.”

Mason grumbled.

“You’re just as perceptive…”

Mason looked around.

“Do you have anywhere to go?”

“Namsan. I know someone in Namsan.”

“…”

When Mason hesitated, Seo Wangmo pointed in one direction.

“It’s over there.”

“Is that so? That’s Namsan…”

Perhaps because there was no Namsan Tower, it wasn’t easy to find Namsan.

Since when?

Since when did it feel natural for Namsan to have Namsan Tower?

Mason moved with a bitter expression.

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The place Seo Wangmo pointed to was halfway up Namsan. In front of a cave.

Seo Wangmo said.

“Muingeom. I’m here.”

Then, after a while.

Someone walked out of the cave.

It was someone wearing old and simple clothes.

Someone Mason knew.

His mind went blank as he muttered.

“Sung Kijun…”

“Hmm? Do you know me?”

The person with a hearty smile was none other than Sung Kijun. With a single longsword at his waist, he looked at Mason with a puzzled expression.

“Are you a divine general who descended from heaven? I’ve never seen such a large figure or such armor.”

Seo Wangmo grasped the situation before Sung Kijun.

“It seems your benefactor knows someone who resembles Sung Daehyeop but is different.”

She said.

“Greetings. This is Oztalon, the benefactor who saved my life. And this is Muingeom Sung Kijun Daehyeop, the head of the Namsan sect.”

Mason, still unable to recover from the shock, stammered.

“Sung… Sect Leader.”

“What sect leader in a sect with only one person left? Call me Muingeom. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Muingeom Sung Kijun.”

Muingeom said with a hearty smile.

Only then did Mason belatedly clench his fist in greeting.

“Oztalon. An outsider.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Muingeom returned the greeting humbly.

He looked at Seo Wangmo and said.

“What brings you here? It seems you’re internally injured as well?”

“The President did this to me.”

“Didn’t I warn you? He’s not someone to work with.”

“I wanted to gather as much strength as possible, even to catch Seo Yeonhee.”

Muingeom clicked his tongue.

He said to Mason.

“Come inside for now. I’ll brew you some herbal medicine.”

Inside the cave, there were only the bare necessities. It was so simple that it looked like a primitive hut.

Muingeom began to mix herbs and brew the medicine.

“Here, drink it all.”

As she drank the medicine, Seo Wangmo’s complexion visibly improved.

“I’ll borrow a bed.”

“Go ahead.”

Seo Wangmo sat on the bed and began to circulate her energy.

Even Mason, who didn’t know martial arts, knew that he shouldn’t disturb someone during energy circulation.

Mason and Muingeom walked outside.

There was silence between them. Muingeom’s silence was due to the awkwardness typical of strangers, and Mason’s silence was to suppress the overwhelming emotions.

It was painful.

To have to treat someone with Sung Kijun’s face as a stranger.

Mason hesitated before speaking.

“You said your nickname… is Muingeom?”

“That’s right.”

Muingeom drew his sword.

It was a sword that would have originally been a sharp, famous blade. However, there were traces of it being deliberately blunted that day.

The opposite of sharpening a sword’s blade.

“I accidentally hurt a righteous person when I was young. I blunted the blade after that day. So I wouldn’t accidentally hurt anyone again.”

“Isn’t it inconvenient to fight with a blunt sword?”

“You didn’t understand the point of my words.”

Muingeom said with a hearty laugh.

“It meant I wouldn’t fight again.”

“Oztalon won’t understand the meaning of those words, Muingeom.”

Seo Wangmo walked out of the cave.

“Because he’s a person who’s fighting even at this moment.”

Muingeom glanced at Seo Wangmo and said.

“How’s your internal injury?”

“I need to recuperate.”

Mason asked.

“What’s your relationship with her?”

Muingeom calmly replied.

“Seo Wangmo was a friend of my great-grandfather.”

“And also a friend of Muingeom.”

“Thanks to that, the family tree is quite tangled.”

Muingeom laughed heartily.

Seo Wangmo looked at Mason and said.

“I’ve been thinking about how to repay the debt I owe you for saving my life. But in the end… I think it’s best to give you what you need.”

“Internal energy cultivation method?”

“Yes.”

Seo Wangmo looked at Muingeom.

“Would it be possible to teach Oztalon the Botongsimbeop?”

“I don’t mind, but will the Botongsimbeop be enough?”

“Yes. Versatility seems to be a priority over internal energy yield.”

Mason looked at Seo Wangmo.

“The internal energy cultivation method you were going to give me, was it this person’s?”

“Yes.”

Seo Wangmo said calmly.

“Unlike the martial arts of other sects, which are for a small number of geniuses, the Namsan sect has researched martial arts to benefit many people. That’s how the easiest and safest internal energy cultivation method in the Murim world, the Botongsimbeop, was created. It’s the most stable internal energy cultivation method that even ordinary people without martial talent can learn and that won’t cause problems even if they suffer internal injuries.”

Muingeom laughed heartily.

“Though no one ever needed such a weak martial art.”

Before Gwiju opened. It wasn’t very popular even before monster cores replaced internal energy cultivation methods, and now that monster cores exist, it was an internal energy cultivation method that no one was interested in.

But this was enough for Mason.

A martial art for a space whale, not a human. The easier and more stable, the better.

“Is it okay to just give it to me for free?”

“I don’t mind if you keep one promise.”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t use our Namsan sect’s martial arts to harm people.”

“I promise.”

“That’s enough.”

Muingeom nodded.

“Can you memorize the secrets? If not, I’ll make it into a book for you.”

Mason hesitated.

The reason they could communicate was because of the blessing of translation that Nodens had bestowed upon him. But would that apply to martial arts secrets as well?

Mason thought for a moment before speaking.

“It would be better if you made it into a book.”

If he gave it to him as a book, Nodens would take care of it.

Muingeom nodded.

“Wait a moment.”

While Muingeom went inside to write the book, Mason and Seo Wangmo were left outside the cave.

“You’ve achieved your goal.”

Seo Wangmo hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“What are you going to do now?”

“I have to go back to where I came from.”

“I see.”

Seo Wangmo looked at Mason and said.

“If you don’t mind, there’s something I’d like to ask you before that.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a matter of many lives.”

Mason remained silent.

It meant he would listen.

“I’ve been working hard for decades. On the weaknesses of the Cheonmasin’gong, ways to weaken the Demonic Cult, and so on. I’ve used many means other than fighting. The President is unhappy with me doing nothing for decades and wants to attack all at once.”

The President’s opinion made sense.

Time is fair to both enemies and allies.

Seo Yeonhee, who occupied the entire Korean peninsula, would be in a more advantageous position to build up her power than the rebels gathered in a tiny Gwiju.

Even if the individual prowess of the rebels increased by hunting monsters in Gwiju, war wasn’t fought with martial arts alone.

Moreover, the internal energy yield of the Cheonmasin’gong that Seo Yeonhee learned was 10. It wouldn’t be easy to keep up with the rate at which she was getting stronger.

“My efforts have borne fruit, and I’m scheduled to meet someone in three days. A high-ranking executive of the Demonic Cult who promised to cooperate with us when we attack. But now that I’m not in a position to go, I’d like you to go and tell him instead.”

“How?”

“That the plan has changed.”

Seo Wangmo said.

“Originally, I was preparing a more sophisticated strategy, but it all went down the drain. I have to at least ask him to join our side instead of fighting us.”

“Can’t we send Muingeom?”

“He vowed not to get involved in fights between people. He’ll take care of me, but he won’t get involved in this.”

Mason looked reluctant.

“My face must be known too. I caused a scene at the Beggars’ Sect’s tavern with Ma Useok.”

“Ah…”

Seo Wangmo looked disappointed.

Since he caused a scene at the Beggars’ Sect’s tavern, it was certain that a wanted poster had been circulated.

No, he would have been caught even without a wanted poster.

Mason was the only one in the world who was 2.5 meters tall and wearing heavy armor.

“Is there anyone else you can ask?”

“No.”

Mason thought for a moment before speaking.

“How many lives are at stake?”

“At least a few thousand.”

“Sigh…”

Mason sighed.

“Tell me.”

He looked at Seo Wangmo and said.

“Who do I have to meet and what do I have to tell them?”