My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven [Novel] Chapter 144

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[Chapter 144] Dream

“How are things going?”

Inside a dark room.

A man wearing a blood-red cloak spoke in an uncomfortable voice that sounded like metal scraping against metal.

At that, a completely different, dignified voice answered from the opposite side.

“The fifth seed was just planted within the Heretic Alliance.”

“I hear they aren’t even special targets, but rather imbeciles who can hardly be expected to fully bloom. Haven’t you been planting too many seeds recklessly?”

“Hey. You need to look at the forest, not the trees. What I’m after right now is something else.”

“And what is that?”

“Chaos.”

“Chaos?”

The man in the blood-red cloak asked back with a frown.

“Yes. Currently, the Unorthodox faction is tightly bound together under the organization known as the Heretic Alliance, and above it, the iron-fisted rule of the Black Martial Emperor. I desire chaos to create a crack in that.”

Before he knew it, a chilling smile spread across the face of the man giving the answer.

It was an expression that could only be described as madness.

“Besides, if we can continuously harvest energy from the seeds we’ve scattered amidst that chaos, wouldn’t that truly be the icing on the cake?”

“Hmm.”

However, the man in the blood-red cloak reacted as if asking why he was making things so difficult.

“Why not just eliminate the Black Martial Emperor?”

“Impossible.”

“Why?”

“The reason is simple. The balance of the Murim would collapse instantly. And far too early, at that. If that happens, the situation will become uncontrollably messy. We would be bringing major chaos upon ourselves. It’s still too soon. That must be saved for that day.”

“I thought you said you wanted chaos?”

“I meant I would use the circumstantial chaos as a weapon. I never said I wanted a situation that couldn’t even be properly controlled.”

Timing was important for everything.

That was why he had lived quietly as a member of the Heretic Alliance for such a long time up until now.

Because it hadn’t been the right time yet.

And now, that time was approaching.

He had begun the tasks he had delayed for that day.

In fact, the Heretic Alliance had recently been in an uproar due to the Demonic Humans created by the Seeds of Ruin.

On top of that, because the Black Martial Emperor had invited the White Wolf Troop to the Heretic Alliance, complaints…both big and small, were bursting forth even among those who had previously shown infinite trust and loyalty to the Black Martial Emperor.

The White Wolf Troop’s visit hadn’t been part of their plan at all, making it rather unwelcome, but ultimately, it was yielding a favorable result.

“I see.”

The man in the blood-red cloak nodded as if he understood what was being said.

Despite that, his expression still seemed dissatisfied with the way the other man worked.

He absolutely despised doing things in a complicated manner.

“However, we must also prepare the vessel for the day He returns. Do not forget that.”

“Of course. But being overly cautious will only delay things. Sometimes, a method like mine is necessary.”

“You’ve changed after sitting in a position that requires racking your brain for so long. To think that you, the one who used to crush everything in your path, would say such a thing.”

The man in the blood-red cloak let out a cackling laugh.

It was an uncomfortable noise that would displease anyone hearing it, but the other man replied as if he didn’t care in the slightest.

“My methods haven’t changed. It only appears that way because of the role I play right now.”

“Is that so. Fine. Then I’ll leave it at that. I shall return.”

“Coming and going too often might cause tiresome problems, so don’t visit too frequently.”

“Hmph. Who in this place could possibly track my traces? Even the Black Martial Emperor cannot do it.”

“Well, perhaps that’s true.”

Soon, the man in the blood-red cloak vanished like smoke.

As if he had never been there to begin with.

Before long, only a single figure remained alone in the room.

He slowly looked out the window.

Thinking about it, he had lived hidden in this place for a truly long time.

He had formed quite a few connections, too.

Here, he had made his own lord, friends, and even family.

His life had firmly rooted itself deep within the Heretic Alliance before he even realized it.

However, not once had he ever forgotten.

Why he was truly here.

He reaffirmed his resolve once more.

Right, no matter how much blood was shed, and no matter what sacrifices followed, it didn’t matter.

As long as it was,

“For the era of eternal Dark Calamity.”

The lone figure muttered, his eyes glaring fiercely.

“Mmm.”

Late into the night.

Yeo Woonhwi was having a dream.

*Rumble!*

*Crash!*

Inside an old castle where black flags bearing the face of a yellow demon were erected.

The entire place was practically a sea of corpses.

They were all wearing black martial uniforms, as if they were a single army.

And astonishingly, the fallen corpses were gradually dissolving into black ash and disappearing, starting from those furthest away.

A death that left not even a trace behind.

Obliteration. Yes, obliteration was the word that suited this sight.

What on earth had happened here?

It was then.

“Cough!”

Deep within the heart of the castle, someone suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

A middle-aged man with a unique appearance, his hair, beard, and even his pupils were entirely red…wearing armor akin to a general on a battlefield, had collapsed while fighting.

Anyone who knew him would have dropped their jaw in shock at this sight.

That was how astonishing it was to see him fall.

“Keok, cough…”

In his entire life, there were almost no moments where he had been brought to his knees like this.

Aside from his master, there was no existence in the world to whom he had to kneel.

And he had believed that unless he willed it, no one in the world could ever make him kneel.

Because he had been born strong from the very beginning.

One born with the destiny to reign above others.

His moniker was the Blood-Bearded Demonic Emperor (血髥魔帝).

Back when the Murim trembled in terror at the name of the Dark Calamity, he was always at the vanguard.

At the time, the seven absolute masters who oversaw the world, known as the Seven Stars of Murim, were all killed by him alone.

Following that, the deeply shocked Central Plains Murim collapsed in an instant before the name of the Dark Calamity.

The Dark Calamity was strong.

Strong enough to overturn the very concept of strength they had known until then.

It seemed as though no one could stop the Dark Calamity, or the Blood-Bearded Demonic Emperor.

However, his fierce momentum ended here.

Because of the golden-eyed man standing right before him.

The Martial God, Hyuk Jonghu.

The sole existence who had put a stop to the Dark Calamity that no one else could withstand.

He was looking down at the Blood-Bearded Demonic Emperor with an expressionless face.

“They call you the Martial God… it truly is astonishing.”

The Blood-Bearded Demonic Emperor glared up at the golden-eyed man looking down at him with bloodshot eyes.

He hadn’t been careless.

The Blood-Bearded Demonic Emperor had fought with all his might against the Martial God, who had barged in alone, completely out of nowhere, into the place where his troops were stationed.

However, the result was a crushing defeat.

No, it was so one-sided it was embarrassing to even call it a battle or a fight.

Not a single one of the Blood-Bearded Demonic Emperor’s attacks had landed properly.

And just three strikes. In just three strikes, the Blood-Bearded Demonic Emperor was incapacitated.

It was unbelievable.

He had been confident he wouldn’t lose to anyone in the world except for Him.

Yet, to be defeated in a mere three strikes.

Faced with that overwhelming martial prowess, he couldn’t even muster anger; he was on the verge of letting out a hollow laugh.

To think such a monster existed.

However, more than anything, there was something he wanted to ask the Martial God.

“How on earth did you do it?”

“Do what.”

At the Blood-Bearded Demonic Emperor’s abrupt question, the Martial God slightly raised an eyebrow.

“Out of the countless masses, you have always accurately distinguished our kind. Because of that, many of our plans have failed. Just how is that possible? There shouldn’t be any spies among us.”

No matter how much he thought about it, he just couldn’t figure it out.

The Martial God’s strength was astonishing, but the Blood-Bearded Demonic Emperor was more curious about that than anything else.

Even in a situation like this, facing his own end.

The golden-eyed man quietly stared at his opponent before opening his mouth again.

“Polar opposites.”

“Polar opposites?”

“My Heavenly Martial Divine Art handles only extremely refined, righteous energy. And it is completely embodied throughout my entire being. Thanks to that, I can feel the energy of the Dark Calamity, which is the exact opposite of it, more clearly than anyone else. Well, that is all.”

In truth, the Martial God hadn’t known this from the beginning either.

Nor had he explicitly intended for it.

It just felt like destiny.

As if the Heavens had prepared it for the invasion of the Dark Calamity that no one else could stop.

At those words, the Blood-Bearded Demonic Emperor burst into a crazed laugh.

“Keuk, what? Kuahahaha! That’s, that’s it?”

“It is the truth.”

*Crash!*

“Don’t make me laugh!”

With a face full of immense bitterness, the Blood-Bearded Demonic Emperor slammed his fist into the ground.

However, that wasn’t the slightest bit of a threat to the Martial God.

A fact that he himself knew all too well.

“We were so close, so close! Why did the Heavens send such a monster into this world! Why!”

He spoke with bloodshot eyes, glaring at the Martial God with hatred and resentment.

“You! If it weren’t for you and that damn Heavenly Martial Divine Art, we could have accomplished everything! I alone could have done it without Him even having to step forward! But because of you, just one person!”

Seeing that, the Martial God smiled coldly.

“You people truly don’t care in the slightest that innocent people died because of you.”

“Hmph! In any history, sacrificing the few for the greater cause has always been common. That is simply their innate destiny as well.”

“Bullshit. Who gave you the right to decide that their lives were meant for the few?”

“That is…”

“I didn’t step forward to stop you