Chapter 108: I, Yu Il-Shin, Command All of You

Back at the Three Pure Hall of the Three Martial Association, where the legendary Three Pure Ones were said to have descended 500 years ago...

“

Haa, haa...”

Lin Xiao Ming, severely mangled, collapsed in a pool of her own blood. Having lost so much blood, she was as white as powder. The pure, elegant beauty was dying, yet nobody pitied her.

“This psycho bitch!”

As the muscular elites crushed her limbs, they broke into cold sweat. At least a hundred of the two thousand elites died by her hand. The pungent smell of blood and feces radiated from the human sacrifices.

“

Haha.

Lin Xiao Ming, you’re truly the best of the Three Martial Associations!” said the Grand Pure One.

“

Keeheehee.

Not even the king of the jungle can survive being thrown into a wolves' den.” The Supreme Pure One, wearing the chaos mask, mocked.

“Lin Xiao Ming, you traitor! How could you?! We treated you favorably and even bestowed a divine sword upon you!” the Jade Pure One burst into anger.

“

Kyahahaha!”

Lin Xiao Ming laughed hysterically despite her imminent doom. “Because my god and master, Yu Il-Shin, asked me!”

“What?”

As she spoke, Lin Xiao Ming’s eyes were glazed over, as if she was dreaming. “Every ounce of my mind and body are his! Oh no, I have to kill one more... How pathetic I am... Yu Il-Shin, please forgive this pitiful girl... I can only offer you a hundred sacrifices...”

Those words were like fuel to the fire, and the Three Pure Ones erupted.

“This wretch!”

“O’ Great Ancestor! Three Pure Ones! How much longer do we have to listen to the raving of this lunatic?!”

The Jade Pure One nodded, raising their hand. “Kill that traitor!”

“Understood!”

As if waiting for that command, the long-bearded Zhang Han stepped forward. He raised his huge scimitar at her neck.

Ah... God Yu Il-Shin.

Even during her final moment, Lin Xiao Ming thought of Yu Il-Shin.

Three days ago, Yu Il-Shin raided the South Korea branch of the Three Martial Association all by himself.

“...Why didn’t you kill me?”

“I could make use of you.”

Yu Il-Shin grabbed her by her hair, yanking her to her feet, and their eyes met.

“...!”

Reflected within Yu Il-Shin’s emotionless eyes was herself, shaking like a terrified puppy. She had never felt this way in her entire life, and it was because of a man, no less!

With a bone-chilling voice, he whispered into her ear. “Serve me as your god, Lin Xiao Ming.”

Tingle!

A joy unlike any she had ever felt rushed through her entire body.

“I’ll kill you if you refuse.”

Ragged gasps spilled from her lips. He was so merciful, even toward the worthless skank who had tried to take his life! Even if someone else were to propose with a limousine full of gold, she wouldn’t feel as elated as she did right now.

Lin Xiao Ming saw her reflecting smiling in a daze, her gaze passionate. She grasped the hand that was yanking her hair, squeezing it tight.

“Yes, I’m willing to serve you, my god, my master, Yu Il-Shin.”

“Die, traitor!”

Just as the scimitar was about to pierce her throat, Lin Xiao Ming thought to herself.

I don’t care if I die.

...Ah, if only I could see him one last time.

Flash!

Just then, a dazzling light flashed before her.

“Oh, c’mon. What’s wrong with dicing some meat? Are you going to keep sulking?”

-

Hmph!

Because of you, this noble body is smeared with pork fat!

“A noble

Chinese kitchen knife,

you mean?

Ugh,

that Heavenly Sword’s after-sales service is always a mess!

Argh,

hot! Stop burning me, Demon Lord Elder. I’ll sprinkle some alcohol for you next time, okay? CheomYiSeul Fresh[1]!”

-To hell with soju! It tastes like water! At the very least, give me the alcohol you had with those small fries last time!

“Do you mean the whiskey that Baek Yoo-Hyun hyung brought over? T-that’s kind of expensive...”

Everyone’s attention immediately gathered in one spot. A man in a pink training suit had appeared before Lin Xiao Ming. He was arguing with an unusually wide Chinese kitchen knife. Then, he came to his senses and looked around.

“

Wow,

I didn’t expect there to be so many.” Yu Il-Shin chuckled after he saw the elite crowd and the giant that resembled Guan Yu. “

Haha,

don’t mind me. You may continue. Oh, wait, maybe I should speak Mandarin.

Goodbye, I love you, thank you.

”

Like Billie Jean in Michael Jackson, Yu Il-Shin moonwalked. But then, Lin Xiao Ming called out with a dreamy look on her face.

“Oh, my god, my master! My beloved Yu Il-Shin! You’ve come to fulfill this girl’s dying wish!”

“

Haha,

sorry, but who are you again? I don’t think we’ve met.” Yu Il-Shin turned away coldly.

Slam!

Slamming his hand against the armrest of the throne, the Jade Pure One jumped to his feet.

“This... this pesky divine power! It’s you, isn’t it?! The fake god who killed our two descendants and seduced Lin Xiao Ming! Disciples of the Three Martial Sect, eradicate this fake god! Do not leave anything behind!”

“Understood!”

Claaaang! Clang clang clang!

Just like the poster for John Wick movie, where Keanu Reeves was surrounded by gazillion guns, cold weapons emitting ominous aura were aimed at Yu Il-Shin all at once.

“Okay, this is really unexpected, but it can’t be helped, I guess.” Yu Il-Shin raised his phone. “Open God’s Shop.”

Then, he pressed the item he’d been eyeing. “Purchase Transmitter of Ferociously Roaring Thunder!”

The Three Pure Ones, who had been observing the situation, jumped in surprise. “

Huh?!

This energy!”

“

Heeheehee!

That’s the divine power of at least a Mid-tier God!”

Ding! Pzzz!

Then, a massive lightning bolt burst from Yu Il-Shin’s phone. When everyone was overwhelmed by his divine power, a dazzling, golden item appeared in Yu Il-Shin’s hand.

“Oh, it’s in good shape.”

It was a megaphone.

***

“

Waaah!

Mr. Sword God! I beg of you! Take me with you!” Sword Demon wailed anxiously, banging his head against the rooftop.

“Unni, there’s no need to worry. I’m anxious as well, but he’s still our teacher. I’m sure nothing will happen.”

Sung Mi-Ri consoled Sung Mi-Na, thinking her older sister was trembling with anxiety over Yu Il-Shin’s sudden disappearance.

However, that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Two days ago, the Sung sisters dropped by the department store with Yu Il-Shin for some fun. They also wanted to buy a new training suit for him. His old one was ruined during his fight with Shin Yoo.

“Teacher, please try this on!” Sung Mi-Ri handed a branded training suit to Yu Il-Shin.

Yu Il-Shin still had that dazed look from before, but he wore it without much resistance. But...

“How is it? Is the size comfortable for you?”

“Well, yes, but... why is it pink?”

“You look real nice in pink!”

“...I mean, they did say that men go well with pink.” Yu Il-Shin nodded, looking spiritless.

Sung Mi-Ri felt it was her duty to cheer him up, even if only a little. So, she continued. “Wait a moment! I’ll bring some others for you to try on!” Then, Sung Mi-Ri ran off to another corner, leaving Sung Mi-Na and Yu Il-Shin alone.

Sighing, Sung Mi-Na cautiously looked at him. “

Uh,

Mr. God. Are you okay?”

Dazed, Yu Il-Shin didn’t register her question until much later. Even then, he replied listlessly, “Yeah, I am.”

Yu Il-Shin hadn’t been his usual self ever since he went to hunt down the remnants of the Black Demons. Seeing this made Sung Mi-Na’s heart ache.

“Would you like Mi-Na to buy you something yummy? What would you like to eat, Mr. God?

Ah!

How about

hanwoo?

You like

hanwoo,

right?”

Traditionally, eating well replenished one’s energy.

Watching her trying to cheer him up, Yu Il-Shin smiled.

“It’s okay. But can I ask you something?”

“Sure!”

“Why are you still pretending to have lost your memory?”

Sung Mi-Na’s expression stiffened in an instant. “H-how did you...?”

“I’ve had my doubts for a while, but I only found out two days ago. My eyes have gotten much better now.”

Yu Il-Shin caressed her head gently.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Sung Mi-Ri doesn’t resent you as much now. She’s grateful that you protected her, even if the method was wrong. So, you can stop pretending now.”

“I-I...” Sung Mi-Na stuttered.

Yes, she’d remembered everything. In fact, it’d been awhile. However, her time spent with her younger sister during her amnesia was the happiest she had ever been. It felt like she’d gone back to her childhood, before she put up walls and treated Sung Mi-Ri coldly because she didn’t have long to live.

The man named Yu Il-Shin had put an end to her nightmares and extended her life expectancy. He was her benefactor, someone as precious as her little sister. At the same time, he was also akin to a father figure to her, giving her security and warmth. Hence, she pretended to still have amnesia as an excuse to keep treating him like family.

How embarrassing! I just want to dig a hole and die!

Sung Mi-Na blushed when she recalled everything she’d done to Yu Il-Shin despite being older than he was.

“I don’t mind at all, so don’t worry about it.” Yu Il-Shin said, as if reading her mind. “But Ms. Sung Mi-Na, I have a favor to ask you.”

“A-a favor?”

Nervous, Sung Mi-Na gulped hard. What on earth would he ask from her?

“How do I use your skill, Command?”

“...My skill?”

She didn’t expect that.

“It’s effective on a single target, but it doesn’t work well with large groups; the power becomes dispersed. What should I do in that case?”

Sung Mi-Na failed to comprehend his words. It was as if... as if he had the same Psychic abilities as herself!

“Mister~! Try this on too!”

Sung Mi-Ri returned in time, with premium suits in both hands.

“

Gosh,

they look expensive.”

Before Sung Mi-Ri arrived, Sung Mi-Na whispered to Yu Il-Shin.

“How many... are we talking about?”

She was clearly older than him, yet dropping honorifics bothered her somehow.

“I don’t know, maybe hundreds? Or more. I’m guessing they’re all Awakeners or Hunters.”

Sung Mi-Na’s heart sank after hearing his answer.

Sung Mi-Na shuddered as she recalled the conversation they had before.

Mr. God, what are you trying to do?

***

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[Transmitter of Ferociously Roaring Thunder (Mid-tier God)]

Category: Exclusive Item for Benevolent Gods

Price: 5,000,000 Gcoins

Description: A divine artifact used by the Thunder God to call upon torrential rain. Transmit the god’s voice clearly.

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“

Ah. ah.

Test.” Yu Il-Shin cleared his throat, then held up the megaphone.

“Skill Sharing, Sung Mi-Na’s Power of Words.”

Clang! Plat!

“Kill him!”

“I’ll shoot you to death! For the Three Pure Ones!”

Thousands of elites rushed toward him with a burning passion. Yet, Yu Il-Shin merely glanced at them briefly.

“All of you,” Yu Il-Shin commanded. “

Die

.”/

1. Name of original item: ChamYiSeul Fresh ☜