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◈ Damned Transmigration ◈
Chapter 105: I’m Going to Meet You
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The Chuk-sin-doo of the past was not all that different from the man he was now. He openly used the name Chuk-sin-doo, just as he had on the community, and made his favorite football player’s signature celebration his symbol in this world.
So that someday, the bastards who climbed to first place in that damned Hall of Fame and came here could find him.
Unless they were caught in some sudden accident, even someone planning to kill themselves the next day would reach first place in the Hall of Fame before doing it. They would never quit the game before reaching the top. Someday, they would all be kidnapped into this world.
His appearance and name represented his resolve to survive in this world no matter what. He would not die until they came and they met again. He would survive. Kill the Evil God, make a wish, and return to Earth.
The first person he reunited with in this world had been FUCKINGSEXY.
The FS Chuk-sin-doo remembered attached photos or drawings of pretty boys to posts every day and faithfully posted masturbation diaries.
Yet that guy had come to him in this world with a smooth, handsome face even men had to acknowledge, along with impeccable fashion.
People said ugly bastards were happy just seeing each other’s faces.
Chuk-sin-doo did not consider himself particularly ugly, but when he first met FUCKINGSEXY in this world, he had been so happy and glad that he laughed with tears and snot streaming down his face.
FS had laughed too. They had never met in person on Earth, nor had they exchanged real names, ages, photos, or any other personal information.
That did not make them strangers who knew nothing about each other.
In some ways, people who poured their uncensored desires out to each other behind the mask of anonymity could be closer than real-life connections.
For Chuk-sin-doo, FS, USAUSAMI, Cat Panties, and UrMumSpammer were those kinds of people.
* * *
“What made you contact me first?”
With a phone, people could video call from opposite sides of Earth. This world did not have a convenient, all-purpose tool like that.
Even in a world where all kinds of magic had been developed for convenience, long-distance communication through magic came with all sorts of conditions.
[Ah, ah...]
A voice came through amid crackling static. Allen Surface’s face appeared uncomfortably close on the flickering screen.
[Why is the connection so terrible?]
“The mana flow must be unstable.”
Boom! Boom!
Explosions went off one after another, and Chuk-sin-doo shrugged.
“So what is it? Don’t tell me you’re coming here.”
[My wish is to live happily in this world for a long, long time.]
Allen stroked his smoothly sculpted jaw and grinned.
[To live that way, I need to avoid dangerous places whenever possible. With my level of skill, I’d get caught in a stray attack and die if I went there.]
“You’re really fucking good at pretending to be weak.”
[What did you say?]
“I said you’re good at pretending to be weak.”
He was a craftsman of the Sect of the Anvil and considered a candidate for the next commander of its Holy Knights. Allen armed himself from head to toe with Divine Relics that even high-tier powerhouses struggled to possess even one of. Depending on the situation, he changed the blessings bestowed upon his equipment.
If necessary, he simply made new equipment.
He avoided battlefields because he wanted to live happily for a long time, but that did not mean he was weak.
“Can we hang up if there’s nothing else?”
[I met that bastard.]
“That bastard? Who?”
[Cloud Dragon.]
Chuk-sin-doo’s eyes widened.
[What, don’t you remember? A few years ago, you said you’d seen a pretty impressive guy. The one who learned martial arts from Fist Wolf Bakerd Raspion.]
He had not yet told Allen that UrMumSpammer had appeared. Given the circumstances, Yuri was almost certainly UrMumSpammer, but he could not go around talking about it without hearing Yuri admit it himself.
“Cloud Dragon... He was in Alderan until recently. How did you meet that kid?”
[I happened to be at a temple in a city near there. They asked me to verify an item Agwi had dropped, so I was curious what it was. You’ll probably be surprised too.]
“What was it?”
[Gebra.]
Chuk-sin-doo’s mouth fell half open at the name.
“That bastard Agwi got his hands on Gebra and still got completely wrecked in Alderan?”
[I heard the details when I went there. He got far too greedy. And Heavenly Thunder was simply too deadly for Agwi.]
“So did Gebra go back to the Sect of the Anvil? If you recovered it, can’t you smuggle it out somehow?”
[No. Cloud Dragon took Gebra.]
Chuk-sin-doo had to compose his expression again. At the same time, countless thoughts raced through his mind.
“I’m fucking jealous.”
It was an utterly sincere feeling.
“I knew my eye for talent wasn’t wrong. When I first saw him, I thought he was the real deal, but he’s grown this much in just two years. And now he has Gebra? Isn’t that bastard Cloud Dragon going to reach Martial Apex Venerable level within a few years?”
He said it like a joke, but his insides were burning.
He had not sought Cloud Dragon out because he wanted their meeting to happen naturally, but Cloud Dragon was growing far faster than Chuk-sin-doo had expected.
‘At this rate, won’t I be unable to carry him on my back anymore?’
He had prepared many things for the friends he would absolutely, without fail, meet someday.
He had not heard anything about the Sect of Order yet, but he had already received a bottle of Elixir after handling the Ascard Family’s problem.
Alfreon had promised him another bottle once the new Elixir he was experimenting with was complete.
That was not all.
He had stocked up on rare Poison Cores to feed Cat Panties when they met, prepared the secret manual of the Blood Wheel Soul-Locking Palm that UrMumSpammer had favored, and gathered unique-or-higher magic tomes for USAUSAMI.
He had prepared enough gifts to burst his sleeves when they reunited someday, but something was going wrong. It had been quite some time since he earned the cool alias Moonlit Reveller and joined the ranks of the Martial Apex Venerables, yet FS was still the only friend who had come to find him...
‘What if it all goes to shit?’
They had not been easy to gather. He had suffered like hell collecting them even before becoming a Martial Apex Venerable, so they had to see the light of day.
Now he was starting to feel anxious.
Cloud Dragon had already been growing rapidly. If he had also acquired Gebra, which boosted skill growth, he might really reach Martial Apex Venerable level within a few years.
Breaking through the wall of the seventh tier after only a few years of properly studying martial arts?
It was absurd.
Still, if he was a Transmigrator, especially one who had arrived recently, Chuk-sin-doo could not say it was absolutely impossible.
The talent granted to Transmigrators as a kind of privilege was not equal.
Transmigrators who arrived early in this world could make use of their knowledge of the game. Those who used that knowledge well gained hidden items, magic, and martial arts manuals, establishing the foundation for their growth.
Transmigrators who arrived later could not use that knowledge. Most items had already been looted, and NPCs who had encountered foolish Transmigrators had changed greatly as well. Most Transmigrators who arrived at that point tried to make half-baked use of their game knowledge, got exposed, and were hunted down.
Instead of knowledge, they received greater talent. At least, that was Chuk-sin-doo’s judgment.
The Hall of Fame ranked people by shortest clear time. The more remarkable the record someone set at first place, the greater the talent they received.
‘With that bastard UrMumSpammer’s personality, he must have set a record nobody could ever break.’
If there was a gap in the talent granted based on clear times, just how enormous was the talent UrMumSpammer had received?
[Is Cloud Dragon a Transmigrator?]
“What kind of bullshit is that out of nowhere?”
[After meeting him myself, I found a lot of things ambiguous. Looking at his growth, he could be a Transmigrator. If someone arrived around this time, I think there’s a high chance it would be UrMumSpammer, but Cloud Dragon blended into this world too well. He looked perfectly normal.]
“From where I’m standing, you blend in just fine and look perfectly normal too.”
[Do not compare me to UrMumSpammer. I admit that I openly displayed my desires in front of a computer, but in real life, I was a perfectly normal person.]
“What did you say your job was on Earth again?”
[A Wall Street fund manager.]
“I was an idol in Korea.”
[You’re full of shit.]
“You too.”
Wall Street, my ass.
Chuk-sin-doo snorted.
“Whether Cloud Dragon’s a Transmigrator or not, why should you care? You hate getting involved with Transmigrators.”
Chuk-sin-doo knew many Transmigrators because he did not hide the fact that he was one.
But FS, Allen Surface, was different. He did not even know that Lacey Yuzha was Thor. He had no interest in such things. Chuk-sin-doo was the only Transmigrator Allen knew personally.
Allen found his life in this world overwhelmingly happy, and he guarded against Transmigrators who had more than enough potential to wreck that happy daily life.
[That’s true.]
Allen slowly nodded.
[Still, the bonds that continued from Earth are precious to me as well. You, Cat Panties, UrMumSpammer, USAUSAMI. You know the real me.]
“Are you saying the real you is someone who posts masturbation diaries every day?”
[People have many ways of relieving stress. I’m better than you, who flooded the forums with idiotic football talk.]
“Take that back.”
[You’ll probably be the first one, not me, to hear news about and meet those three. When that happens...]
“If I know for sure, I’ll tell you too.”
Kwoooong!
Chuk-sin-doo slightly furrowed his brow at the distant explosion. Someone else had interfered in Hyeon-ya and the Battle Saint’s game of tag.
That wave...
‘That lunatic King of the Golden Wheel?’
That cultist bastard.
Chuk-sin-doo clicked his tongue.
[Have you heard anything new about the Sect of Order?]
“No. There’s no way that old bastard Alfreon doesn’t know something...”
The reason Chuk-sin-doo was suffering like this in Vernoc right now was due to Alfreon’s request, or something close to one.
“What about you? Have you heard anything?”
[I have one piece of information. Don’t get your hopes up too much, since it’s not information on where the Sect of Order’s Sacred Domain is.]
“What? Really? What is it?”
[This is highly confidential...]
No matter how powerful a Martial Apex Venerable Chuk-sin-doo was, he could not access classified information passed down only to high-ranking clergy of the sects. He swallowed and waited for Allen to continue.
[A letter from the Sect of Order arrived for the chief priests of the sects in Union.]
“Don’t tell me it asks them to revoke the expulsion order from Union?”
[No. It asks them to make sure their followers watch their words and behavior for the time being.]
“What kind of bullshit is that?”
[In public... no, including private settings, any follower whose words carry some weight must not speak insults against the Sect of Order.]
When Chuk-sin-doo tilted his head at the cryptic words, Allen let out a short sigh and added,
[The Calamity Star has left the Sacred Domain.]
Only then did Chuk-sin-doo understand, and his eyes flew wide open.
“What...?”
[That’s why they’re telling everyone to be careful. That crazy woman is violence incarnate, a force even the Sect of Order has given up trying to control. Given all the resentment over the expulsion from Union, she must have plenty of grudges against the other sects, so they’re saying not to get beaten to death for running your mouth.]
“Is she coming here...?”
Chuk-sin-doo muttered as he swallowed.
There was even a rumor that the Battle Saint, currently rampaging through Roberk like a mad dog with bandages wrapped around his entire body, was still suffering from the injuries he received when the Calamity Star beat him nearly to death twenty years ago.
Chuk-sin-doo had met the Calamity Star exactly once.
It was before he became a Martial Apex Venerable, when he had been stuck at the sixth tier for a long time. Even then, Chuk-sin-doo was the most famous Transmigrator in the world. The Righteous Heavenly Alliance treated him as a guest, and whenever they asked, he would occasionally go out to kill demonic martial artists.
That day had been the same. They said someone had gone on a killing spree in the Righteous Heavenly Alliance’s territory and fled, so he went out to relieve the frustration of feeling like he had hit a wall.
That was where he met the Calamity Star.
The silver-haired woman in pure white priestly robes had been praying with her eyes closed before a lump of flesh that had once been human.
Then she beat him up.
He did not know why. The Calamity Star was not a woman who explained her reasons in detail. Chuk-sin-doo resisted desperately, but his Full Moon Killing Kick at the time could not withstand her fists.
‘Please continue walking the righteous path as you have until now!’
Only after he lay sprawled on the ground, covered in blood, had she said that to him.
Continue walking the righteous path as he had until now?
That meant he had not done anything particularly wrong, so why the hell had she beaten him up?
Even now, Chuk-sin-doo did not know the reason.
* * *
Beggars lay collapsed inside a beggar’s den.
This was not simply a beggar’s den. It was a branch of the Beggars’ Sect. Those beggars lying over there were not ordinary beggars either. They were disciples of the branch.
They were beggars directly under the branch leader, people who had spent their entire lives training martial arts more diligently than they had begged.
Not one of the dozens of beggars remained standing.
Noh Jin-ga, the branch leader of Uirip, stood frozen with their mouth hanging open.
The Beggars’ Sect possessed one overwhelming advantage over other sects.
Numbers.
Talented children were rare because they still had to become beggars in the end, but the direct disciples selected from those overwhelming numbers had all surpassed the middle stage of the fifth tier.
Dozens of them had fallen at once.
They had not even fallen after being struck.
No, had they been struck?
Noh Jin-ga had watched it happen with their own eyes, yet could not tell.
“I did not want to do this.”
The woman walking through the fallen beggars shook her head with a sorrowful expression.
“I said I came because there was something I wished to ask. I clearly said I would see the branch leader briefly and leave. Why did you stop me?”
“This is a branch of the Beggars’ Sect.”
Noh Jin-ga swallowed before answering.
“No matter... even if you are the Calamity Star, a Martial Apex Venerable... coming here unannounced is an insult to the Beggars’ Sect...”
“You misunderstand me terribly! I, Lorelia, do not disrespect the Beggars’ Sect. If I truly disrespected it, I would not have explained my business first, nor would I have subdued everyone without bloodshed.”
Noh Jin-ga squeezed their eyes shut at the brightly smiling response.
“I am... grateful that you showed mercy in your attacks.”
“Ah! You understand?”
“So... what exactly... is your business with this beggar?”
“I came because there is something I wish to know!”
Until a few days ago, she had been in the Sacred Domain’s punishment chamber.
She had been thinking it was about time to leave. Her two years of facing the wall had borne fruit, and she could gain nothing more by staring at a wall and meditating. After reaching that conclusion, she spent time looking back on two years of meditation and organizing what she had realized.
When that time ended, she heard stories of the outside world from the other priests.
One of the Saints of the hateful Evil God had fled after being reduced to such a miserable state that death would have been preferable.
The person who had made the greatest contribution to that praiseworthy event was a dragon whose reputation had recently been spreading far and wide.
She remembered the conversation they had shared before parting in the waiting room.
If fate allowed it, they would meet again someday.
If she became interested, she might seek him out herself.
“I heard that the young hero who delivered divine punishment to the Evil God’s dog in place of this Lorelia has recently crossed into the East.”
“On behalf of the sleeping Goddess of Order, I truly, absolutely wish to thank him personally. Would you please tell this Lorelia which path she must take?”
Who would have thought she would be going to meet him so soon?
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