My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven [Novel] Chapter 143

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[Chapter 143] Resentment Becomes Poison

“Damn it, damn it, damn it… I’ll never, ever forgive them.”

A man continuously muttered in a voice thick with hatred.

He was the member of the 13th Black Gate Troop who had picked a fight with the White Wolf Troop earlier that day and ended up suffering a severe shoulder injury while swinging a dagger.

At a time when no one dared touch the White Wolf Troop out of fear of the Black Martial Emperor, the leader of the Heretic Alliance, he had led the 13th Black Gate Troop to them, thinking, ‘This time, we’ll show them what we’re made of.’

But now, he was facing expulsion from the Black Gate instead.

And it was an order given directly by the Ghost-Eyed Demon Lord after he had personally examined the injury.

‘It isn’t just the shoulder bone that’s broken; the tendons, nerves, and muscles have all been damaged beyond recovery. Furthermore, from the looks of it, you’re right-handed. Since you can no longer use your dominant arm, you are useless… As of today, you are expelled from the Black Gate.’

He had even been knocked unconscious by a punch from the enraged Ghost-Eyed Demon Lord when he tried to protest, and was dragged out while unconscious.

When things had turned out that way, his comrades acted as if they had never known him, dumping his unconscious body at the medical department before disappearing entirely.

‘Those Bastards.’

He ground his teeth at their attitude.

Then again, what kind of loyalty could he expect to find or hope for in a place like this?

This was a place where anyone who fell behind even a little was immediately torn apart or abandoned.

He himself had acted the same way all this time.

But actually experiencing it firsthand left him feeling devastated, miserable, furious, and resentful.

They had definitely committed the act together, yet it felt like he, the most severely injured one, was taking all the blame alone.

His skills had recently been acknowledged, and he was scheduled to be promoted to an upper battalion of the Black Gate soon.

He had thought that only a brilliant future lay ahead of him.

Yet, all of it had vanished like a mere mirage.

He felt utterly and completely abandoned.

He was so frustrated he felt like he was going to go crazy.

However, aside from grinding his teeth like this, there was absolutely nothing he could do.

What could he possibly do with this body now?

The Ghost-Eyed Demon Lord hadn’t ordered his expulsion from the Black Gate because of the trouble he and the 13th Troop had caused by seeking out the White Wolf Troop, but solely because of his condition, which left him unable to fight any longer.

He wanted to say he would recover somehow, but even he could feel it.

That it was impossible.

The physician at the medical department had said the exact same thing as the Ghost-Eyed Demon Lord.

In fact, just lifting his arm the slightest bit sent waves of excruciating pain through his body.

Naturally, a stream of harsh curses flowed endlessly from his mouth.

“Damn it! Goddamn it! I’ll, I’ll kill them all! Uwaaah!”

It was then.

“Ah. Seriously, shut the hell up!”

Another member of the 13th Black Gate Troop, who shared the room with him, spat out curses in annoyance.

“What’s a guy who’s leaving soon making so much noise for?”

“What?”

“Just keep your mouth shut and disappear quietly. Unless you want to die, huh?”

“Are you talking to me right now?”

Seeing a guy who used to act like his lackey in the 13th Black Gate Troop suddenly growling at him as if he had eaten something wrong, the man with the injured shoulder stared at him blankly for a moment.

At that reaction, the other man smirked, got up from his seat, and approached him.

With his eyes glaring fiercely, he spoke.

“What, you got a problem with that? Did you think I was going to keep bowing and scraping to you even now that you’re a cripple? Huh?”

“Has this bastard completely lost his mind…”

*Smack!*

The head of the man with the injured shoulder snapped to the side.

His cheek swelled red.

“Watch your mouth. Call me a bastard one more time, and I’ll really beat you to death tonight. Consider this a warning.”

“Ha, look at those eyes. You still haven’t grasped the situation, have you? Or what? Should I smash that remaining shoulder of yours while I’m at it? Make it so you can’t even feed yourself for the rest of your life? Why don’t you lower your eyes?”

In truth, the man with the injured shoulder had been the strongest among the 13th Black Gate Troop.

At least, he definitely had been before he injured his shoulder.

But due to the injury he had sustained that day, he was no longer a match for the other members of the 13th Black Gate Troop.

Since he couldn’t even grip a sword properly, what more was there to say?

Finding himself in completely reversed positions with the opponent he used to torment, he ultimately had no choice but to accept reality.

He soon averted his gaze and gave a quiet nod.

“Yeah, that’s more like it. Heh heh.”

Seeing him act so subservient, the other man scoffed mockingly before returning to his bed and lying down.

The man with the injured shoulder soon stood up and left the room.

“Cripple.”

A mocking voice reached him from behind once again.

*Grind.*

He ground his teeth at the unbearable insult and humiliation.

‘Damn it all!’

Before long, he found his way to a dim, deserted training ground.

It was a place used exclusively by the 13th Black Gate Troop.

“Uwaaaaaah!”

There, with bloodshot eyes, he spewed a torrent of curses into the empty air.

His body trembled with overwhelming frustration.

How did things end up like this? I just…

Now that things had come to this, there wasn’t just one thing he resented.

The Ghost-Eyed Demon Lord who had ordered his expulsion, the comrades of the 13th Black Gate Troop who had turned their backs on him as if they had been waiting for him to end up like this.

And the Alliance Leader who had invited those damn Orthodox bastards into the Heretic Alliance! All of them!

Above all,

Grind.

The bastards who had reduced him to this state.

‘The White Wolf Troop…’

And among them, he could never forgive the twin bastard who had shattered his shoulder.

If one thought about it, he and the 13th Black Gate Troop were the cause of everything, yet he was shifting all the blame and resentment onto the White Wolf Troop.

Then again, if he were capable of such logical reasoning, this never would have happened in the first place.

But even so, there was absolutely nothing he could do right now.

Except spew curses in an empty place like he was doing now.

“I swear, I want to kill them all! Every single one of them. I want to tear them limb from limb! Uwaaaaah!”

Just like that, he was pouring out all sorts of curses in the empty training ground like a madman.

But then,

“Hmm. You certainly are full of venom.”

“Gasp!”

Suddenly, someone appeared behind him.

He hadn’t even sensed anyone approaching.

“Perfect.”

“Y-you are…”

Turning his head, he saw a very familiar face.

No, it was a face that anyone belonging to the Heretic Alliance couldn’t possibly not know.

Staring at the temporarily bewildered man, the newcomer spoke.

With a smile so deep it was almost chilling.

“Do you desire power?”

Instantly, the man’s pupils dilated.

Yeo Woonhwi had secretly slipped out of the Heretic Alliance’s compound and was strolling through the city.

Hunan. Agyang.

Although it was late at night, the beautiful scenery of the city filled his eyes completely.

It was a city so beautiful that it made him think he wanted to bring his wife and daughter here to see this scenery at least once.

As Yeo Woonhwi strolled down the street as if taking a walk, he soon stopped at a quiet corner.

As if waiting for him, someone appeared and naturally struck up a conversation.

It was a middle-aged man with a round, amiable face.

“It is an honor to meet the man I’ve only heard rumors about.”

Yeo Woonhwi smiled faintly and asked.

“You know me?”

“Of course. How could I not know our Hao Clan’s most valued client?”

The man flashed a good-natured smile.

However, the glint in his eyes, briefly visible through his narrow slits, was quite sharp, making Yeo Woonhwi realize that the man’s amiable appearance wasn’t all there was to him.

The man continued.

“Moreover, didn’t you make our Hao Clan deploy the Heaven and Earth Net, which is completely uncharacteristic of us, not too long ago?”

“You seem to know quite a lot of details.”

“Well, I was hurriedly mobilized for it as well. As an aside, the complaints back then were endless. Of course, the moment everyone learned that all participants would be compensated, they were instantly grinning from ear to ear.”

Yeo Woonhwi chuckled softly.

That made sense.

An absolutely substantial amount of money must have been distributed to each individual.

But he didn’t feel it was a waste of money.

Jin Sobaek and the Hao Clan were doing their jobs exceptionally well, far exceeding his expectations.

“Haha, my apologies for the long introduction. Here it is.”

He then handed a letter to Yeo Woonhwi.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Please utilize our services anytime.”

“I will.”

With those words, Yeo Woonhwi vanished in an instant.

Like the wind.

“Heavens! My word…”

The man’s jaw dropped involuntarily.

It was an incredibly astonishing movement technique.

It was on a completely different level from any Lightfoot Technique he had seen in his entire life.

At this point, he couldn’t help but wonder who exactly this man was.

He was almost tempted to ignore the Hao Clan’s first ironclad rule…that no one, save for the Clan Leader, should take an interest in a client’s personal information.

Of course, he knew better than to actually try.

Before long, Yeo Woonhwi was standing in a spot that overlooked the entire city.

He sat down on a rock of an appropriate height, took out the letter he had received from the man, and began to read.

It was a letter sent by Jin Sobaek.

The letter contained various pieces of information Yeo Woonhwi had asked him to look into.

The consistently suspicious movements of the Murim Alliance, the recently unsettled atmosphere of the Demonic Cult, and the current situations of the Ten Great