“I heard that the Escort Agency affiliated with the Demonic Cult has joined hands with the Murim Alliance behind the scenes, so I wondered how bold they were, but they’re nothing special.”
The manor of the Yonghwa Escort Agency, once the most successful in this area, froze coldly when the Demonic Cult followers arrived. A man with an icy cold face sat cross-legged and looked down at the Head of the Escort Agency, who was trembling.
The Head of the Escort Agency’s face was a mess. His face, as well as his upper body, were all red with blood flowing from his broken head. He had been hit in the head by a sword and his skull was cracked, but he was still breathing, panting and crawling towards the man, reaching out his hand as if asking to be saved.
“Tsk.”
The man clicked his tongue annoyedly when the Head of the Escort Agency’s bloody hand touched his high-quality shoes.
The cold yet gorgeously handsome face of the beautiful young man contorted in an instant. He leaned forward and scrubbed his shoes with his clothes.
“I, I’m sorry. My subordinate didn’t do his job properly….”
The man standing next to the Head of the Escort Agency with a club trembled and begged for forgiveness from the beautiful young man. He had just struck the Head of the Escort Agency’s head to execute him, but for some reason, the Head of the Escort Agency had not died instantly.
The beautiful young man listened to his subordinate’s words without really paying attention and fanned himself with a fan to cover his face. Then, with a small gesture, he threw something towards the Head of the Escort Agency.
It was Finger Flicking Skill.
The Head of the Escort Agency, hit in the head by the compressed internal energy, had his skull pierced and died. Blood spurted out like a fountain, but the beautiful young man’s handsome face was not dirtied thanks to the fan.
“Contact the main headquarters and select a new person in charge.”
Ak Mujin, the Second Young Master of the Demonic Cult, who had neatly killed the Head of the Escort Agency, spoke coldly to his subordinates and got up from his seat.
He had looked quite displeased ever since the Demonic Cult found out about the Escort Agency’s betrayal. So he seemed to not want to see this any longer.
The Demonic Cult Elder, who had been watching all of this, smiled contentedly as he watched him leave, crossing the blood-soaked yard.
‘As expected of the Demonic Cult’s next Cult Leader. There was a reason why the Cult Leader cherishes him.’
Ak Mujin seemed to be walking quickly to his residence without looking back, but suddenly he went to the back of the building, grabbed a pillar, and began to vomit out the contents of his stomach.
“Uwaaaack!”
The vomiting continued for quite a while, and in the end, he even vomited up stomach acid and was in pain.
“Waek, crazy, heuk, crazy bastards….”
Only after a long time did Ak Mujin catch his breath and barely stand up straight. Even though he had taken several deep breaths, his fingertips and toes were cold and trembling.
Ak Mujin’s mood had been quite bad from the moment the Yonghwa Escort Agency’s betrayal was revealed. Considering the tendencies of the Demonic Cult bastards, who were eager to find a reason to kill, the next situation was obvious without even looking.
But, of all things, why wasn’t the subordinate’s handiwork neat when he was executing the Head of the Escort Agency?
Ak Mujin had never imagined that a guy who usually cut through thick trees with a single blow would not be able to break the skull of a mere Head of the Escort Agency in one go and create such a spectacle.
So, for him, killing the Head of the Escort Agency quickly was the greatest mercy he could show.
It was driving him crazy just to watch the Demonic Cult’s heinous actions. It was a group that had committed every kind of evil act, from murder to human trafficking to torture, almost every day.
“Who the hell created this crazy psychopath group? There has to be a limit….”
Ak Mujin, who muttered that, looked back on himself and reflected.
That’s right.
It was none other than himself who had created this insane group, and this place was the world within the novel <The Namgung Clan’s Illegitimate Child Hides His Power> that he had written.
His real name was Ahn Do-hyun. In the original world, he was an ordinary office worker and part-time writer. <The Namgung Clan’s Illegitimate Child Hides His Power> was Ahn Do-hyun’s second martial arts novel, and as usual, he fell asleep while searching for his pen name, only to find himself possessing the world he had created overnight.
‘Now it’s my turn…’
Ak Mujin turned his head away from the vomit with a worn and weary face.
But something was strange. Why was he possessing his second work, not his first, nor the last one he was writing? And why, of all things, possess an extra, not the protagonist or even a helper?
No, right now, even if he was just an extra, he wished he didn’t belong to the Demonic Cult. That’s how agonizing each day in the Demonic Cult, each day as Ak Mujin, was.
Here, Ak Mujin was the Second Young Master of the Demonic Cult, the Cult Leader’s most cherished disciple. Suddenly leaving the Cult was an impossible dream, and he was in a position where he had no choice but to take on important duties in the heart of the Demonic Cult, where cold pieces of corpses were always rolling around.
He wearily swept back his hair.
Ak Mujin was an extra who died before even the ‘introduction’ of the story could be completed, but perhaps because he was given decent settings as the Demonic Cult Leader’s beloved disciple, even such a trivial gesture exuded an elegant atmosphere.
Since he was just an extra who would die soon anyway, he hadn’t bothered to describe his appearance separately, but he couldn’t help but admire the handsome appearance of Ak Mujin, whom he now possessed.
His jet-black hair was glossy, and his face, in contrast, was close to wheat-colored. His eyes were quite sharp, but the thick, long eyelashes cast shadows, somewhat neutralizing the sharpness and instead emphasizing the splendor of his face. Moreover, thanks to the dark eyebrows above his eyes, his impression seemed even stronger. His small nose was high and prominent, and below it, full lips stood out, and his jawline was somewhat thick.
Frankly, Do-hyun had barely remembered the character Ak Mujin until he possessed him, as he was such an insignificant character.
Now that he thought about it, it was a bit of a waste to kill off a character who could have been used in the later parts of the story so early.
Ak Mujin took a deep breath, inhaling the clear and clean air for a long time. But it still felt like the stench of blood lingered in his nose. As he felt another surge of nausea, Ak Mujin bit down to suppress it and looked up at the sky. Countless stars seemed to pour down, twinkling brilliantly.
‘Can I go back?’
As he thought that and looked at the sky, Ak Mujin’s eyes also sparkled with a single tear.
He had spent a hectic month adapting to the Demonic Cult, but he had not lost his desire to return to his original world. No, rather, as he was involved in the Demonic Cult, his desire grew stronger in the face of their cruel deeds.
He hated killing. Any sensible person would. The sensation of cutting flesh or breaking bones with a sword was literally chilling.
Before coming to the escort agency, Ak Mujin’s first kill was when he personally executed a Cult Traitor in front of the Demonic Cult members. After everything was over, he returned to his quarters and cried so much that it was quite difficult to reduce the swelling in his eyes.
When would he be able to return to his original body? Would he even be able to? What happened to ‘me’? Such thoughts constantly ran through his mind.
Do-hyun had tried to return to reality several times, but he didn’t even know where to start.
So, although no one had ever said so, he felt that if he finished the story well according to the original plot, he might be able to return to the world he lived in.
This character, Ak Mujin, was not even a main character. In the early part of the story, he committed evil deeds as a member of the Demonic Cult, only to be killed by Jin Geum-ryeon and become his experience points.
If he died according to the story’s flow in this world, would he return to reality?
He didn’t know why, but that thought vaguely, but strongly, guided his heart. Thus, Do-hyun decided to die safely in order to return to reality.
At that moment, he sensed someone approaching from afar.
Ak Mujin hurriedly left the spot, lest anyone see him.
Ak Mujin returned to Heavenly Mountain in a troubled state.
But as soon as he returned, he was faced with an unexpected and enormous event.
“How dare you roll around with the Namgung Clan riffraff while being a member of the Demonic Cult! How dare you!”
Amidst the elders and important figures, the Cult Leader was enraged and struck the armrest of his throne with his fist. The throne shattered into pieces.
The reason for the Cult Leader’s anger was none other than the news that Jin Sang-aeng, the leader of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult’s elite Crimson Kill Squad, had been having an affair with the heir of the Namgung Clan.
The duration of the affair was a whopping five years. No, they even had a child, and that child was five years old, so the affair might have started even earlier.
The Cult Leader stood up abruptly from his throne, panting.
“Guards! Immediately punish those traitors and behead every single one of them!”
A group of the Crimson Kill Squad, who had been summoned and were kneeling, stirred and prostrated themselves, begging for their lives.
Ak Mujin’s heart sank again at those words, but he didn’t show it. Instead, he hurriedly stopped the Cult Leader from killing off the entire Crimson Kill Squad led by Jin Sang-aeng, swayed by his emotions.
“Cult Leader, even so, eliminating an entire squad would be a great loss to our Cult.”
Ak Mujin said calmly while seated, and the surrounding elders agreed, and the Cult Leader, who had been huffing and puffing for a while, seemed to calm down as well.
“…Yes. There is some truth in your words. But I cannot stand still because Jin Sang-aeng is so detestable. What should we do?”
Ak Mujin pretended to ponder for a moment before speaking.
“I dare to ask the Cult Leader, would it be alright if I stepped forward?”
“What?”
The Cult Leader asked, puzzled. The surrounding elders were also stirring.
“Jin Sang-aeng was my swordsmanship teacher. Therefore, I wish to end it with my own hands.”
Ak Mujin didn’t even remember what kind of conversation had taken place at this point, but he spoke loyally to preserve the original story as much as possible.
“‘The disciple slays the teacher’… Haha, yes. That is indeed a thought worthy of my beloved disciple!”
Ak Mujin’s admirable words struck a chord with the Cult Leader.
But Ak Mujin had other secondary purposes besides following the original story.
The woman named ‘Jin Sang-aeng’ was none other than the mother who gave birth to the ‘protagonist’ of <The Namgung Clan’s Illegitimate Child Hides His Power>!
Therefore, as Ak Mujin, who was destined to be killed by the protagonist, he couldn’t help but be agtited as soon as he heard her news.