Myst, Might, Mayhem (Novel)

Mok Gyeongwoon's pupils were as motionless as a dead person's. Because it was the first time he had seen a living person with eyes like these, the Shaman Myoshin could not take his eyes off those eyes for a moment.

'How can a human have eyes like these….'

But soon he came to my senses when he heard someone's voice.

"What is this?"

He was a Go Chan, who guided Mok Gyeongwoon, looked at Jangju's room, which was full of red threads with silver coins threaded through them, and couldn't understand what was happening.

He thought it was strange because there was no one around the main building. But who is this person to do such strange things?

"Who are you, why and how are you here?"

"It seems clear that he is not a member of the Sword Hall," Mok Gyeongwoon looked around the room and said.

At this, Shaman Myoshin waved his hand in urgency and said, "I don't know who you are, but I guess you didn't receive the message from you're the Great Lady. This is an important moment, so please leave immediately!"

"Great Lady?"

"This is the time when you shouldn't interrupt!"

It was actually a really important moment. While trying to control the strange curse that was digging towards Jangju's heart, his flesh caused a problem. In this case, killing Jangju would make the curse even stronger.

"Get out now!"

There was no time to stay like this. Go Chan frowned and muttered at Myoshin's fuss like this, "Are you sure it's mysticism?"

"Whew. exactly. Since the mysticism is correct, hurry up…."

"Why is he like that?"

At that time, Mok Gyeongwoon gestured toward the bed and asked. At this, Shaman Myoshin turned his head.

*Knock*

*Knock*

Jangju has his back bent like a bow, coughing.

"Is that… Master Jang?" Gu Chen questioned.

'Jangju?' Mok Gyeongwoon made a puzzled expression. When he saw Jangju, his condition was extremely bizarre. His back was bent and his chest was pointing upward. His throat was bulging and moving, and it looked quite painful.

"No! What are you doing Lord Jang?! Get out! Hurry up and get out!" Myoshin screamed and tried to push Mok Gyeongwoon and Go Chan out the door.

It was that moment.

*gulp*

There was a sound from Jangju that was loud enough for everyone to hear. When they looked at Jangju, they saw that his back was still bent like a bow, and the lump in his throat soon disappeared. Jangju's expression, which was in pain, looked at ease.

But suddenly, Jangju, who had closed his eyes, opened them.

"Huh? Lord Jang?" Could it be that Jangju has come to his senses? At that time, Myoshin let out a small, harsh sound, "Damn it!"

Then he hurriedly took out a talisman with the word "Ap" written in red from his waist pocket and tried to run to Jangju, who seemed to have woken up.

However, Jangju's head suddenly and rather strangely turned to the side.

'!?'

Go Chan's eyes widened. Jangju's eyes were so bloodshot that they turned almost entirely red except for the pupils. Meanwhile, with his back bent and his head turned like that, it was even creepier.

At that time, Shaman Myoshin made a singular hand sign with his left hand and recited a spell.

"Ilbongtucheonjeong Ilseogwisingyeong Taesanghwasamcheong Rule!"

The yellow amulet that was on Myoshin's right finger was stretched out stiffly. Myoshin tried to attach the unfolded amulet to the forehead of the Jangju who had turned his head.

"Kaaak!"

Jangju shouted, making a strange sound. As the loud shout echoed like an echo, Myoshin staggered and was pushed back. He wasn't the only one affected by the shouting. Go Chan also covered his ears due to pain in his eardrums at the sudden shout.

Jangju was a Martial Arts master, so his skills were deep. His cries were naturally filled with energy, and the waves brought pain to those who heard them. Go Chan, who had been covering his ears, looked at Mo Gyeongwoon.

But the sigh left him speechless, not that he could speak under this pressure and sound.

'No, this guy didn't even practice his internal energy, how is he completely unharmed?'

Mok Gyeongwoon just frowned slightly.

'Could it be that he just endured the pain?'

Just as Go Chan was puzzled, Jangju, who shouted, turned his head, straightened his back, and tried to get up from the bed.

*Paang*

The red threads wrapped around Jangju's wrists and ankles became taut and he was unable to stand up properly, resulting in an awkward posture.

*Chiii*

A faint haze and an acrid smell came from the area where the red thread was tied.

"Kaaaaa!"

Jangju, with bloodshot eyes, howled in a voice that sounded like an animal, not a human. Then, he pulled his right hand as hard as he could.

*Thud*

The open door was torn off and the red thread was cut off.

"Sh*t!" Shaman Myoshin, who was staggering due to the shouting, could not hide his frustration. He had fastened the red thread tightly, but it all went awry when they opened the door and came in.

*Bulge*

*Bulging*

Black veins protruded from Jangju's bloodshot forehead and face. Now that he was like this, locating Jangju's official seal and secret documents, as requested by Lady Seok, was no longer a simple matter.

*Charang*

*Charang*

Jangju was so enraged that he tried to cut off all the red threads that held the silver coins.

"Tsk!"

It wasn't a situation to discuss requests or anything. Shaman Myoshin once again ran to Jangju and tried to attach the amulet to his forehead.

*Park*

*Roar*

As Jangju waved his hand carelessly, Shaman Myoshin rolled around on the floor.

'W-what kind of power…' Myoshin was extremely shocked.

Although those who were possessed by curses became stronger than ordinary people, this was at a level that was difficult to even compare. He couldn't even find the strength to hold on to Jangju.

The red thread that bound Jangju's left wrist suddenly seemed to be ready to break. In response, Shaman Myoshin looked at Mok Gyeongwoon and Go Chan, and shouted, "Two, you two, please help me. Please hold on to Jangju so he doesn't break the thread!"

"You want us to hold him?"

Although he couldn't understand the exact words, Go Chan could tell that the situation was serious. There was no time to think about anything. At this, Go Chan hurriedly ran to Jangju.

The same was true for Mok Gyeongwoon, "Should I just hold him?"

"Yes. Hold on to him, but you must never make eye contact, and if your hands feel cold and a chill runs down your spine while holding on, let go immediately!"

It was quite ambiguous advice, but is was something. And Mok Gyeongwoon was sure something bad would happen if he didn't grab Jangju right now. Go Chan didn't ask any more questions and quickly grabbed Jangju's freed right arm.

He wanted to hold on to the left hand, but I couldn't tell Mok Gyeongwoon to do so, so surrendered himself to the task and went for the freed right hand. But a problem arose.

Although Jangju looked weak and frail, he was a martial arts expert who could even deal with Guard Kam; the executioner. It was difficult for even high-ranking martial artists to handle such power.

*Grasp*

He shook off Go Chan's hand easily and instead grabbed him by the wrist.

"Huh? Aaaah!"

The grip was so strong that it felt like my wrist would break at any moment. Go Chan, who was flustered, unconsciously tried to break Jang Ju's wrist using a martial technique.

At that moment, Jangju's grip on his wrist weakened.

"Huh?"

He wondered why, but before he knew it, Myoshin had attached an amulet to Jangju's forehead. Then he made a hand sign and recited a spell.

"The Northern Emperor has given me the authority to use this talisman against evil spirits. I will spread the sacred book widely, and anyone who dares not listen will be imprisoned in the city of Fengdu. Follow the command and act immediately!"

*Purrrrr*

As soon as the amulet was attached, convulsions occurred in Zhang Ju's body.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Go Chan tried to remove Jangju's hand that was holding his wrist. But the moment he tried to remove it, my grip grew stronger again. Go Chan's wrist was instantly broken. Bones protruded through the flesh.

"Kwaaaaaak!" a scream came out of Go Chan's mouth.

The bones were not only broken, they were sticking out. However, when the blood that pierced the flesh touched Jangju's hand…

The black curse protruding from the centre of the heart began to slowly move to Jangju's right arm with the force of a roar.

*ROAR*

Go Chan was startled as it rushed towards his wrist at an incredible speed. At that time, Myoshin recited the spell once more strongly.

"North Jesha Ojihwabuta dating Jangjang Reform Book Gamyubulbokja Abbupungdoseong Obey!!"

Then, creeping back and forth between his wrist and elbow, the curse thrummed vigorously. Go Chan was trying to somehow remove Jangju's hand.

"Please, please do something!"

"The energy has become so strong that it has become an evil spirit. Please wait. If the curse moves, you too will be in danger."

"No, I said that right away…"

At that time, the curse that was pacing back and forth tried to flock to his wrist again.

"No!!"

Surprised, Go Chan tried to escape by twisting Jangju's hand, which refused to let go of his wrist, using a martial technique.

At that moment, something unexpected happened. Jangju's wrist, which was holding Go Chan's wrist, was cut off.

'!?'

The one who cut off his wrist was none other than Mok Gyeongwoon. It was one of the sharp swords hanging on the wall that Mok Gyeongwoon held in his hand.

Go Chan was extremely flustered. Although he was in danger due to a curse, he never expected that Jangju would have one of his wrists cut off, by his own child nonetheless.

This was also the case with Shaman Myoshin, 'You cut off Jangju's wrist? What the hell is this guy?'

Jangju would have been the head of the Yeonmok Sword Hall, but he didn't even have the slightest hesitation.

At that time, when his wrist was cut off, the curse that had climbed up there tried to move back into Jangju's body.

'Now!'

The opportunity came again. If the curse targeted the heart again, Shaman Myoshin would control it with talisman and somehow suppress the energy that was running wild with my flesh before it could do so.

It was just as the curse was about to move past the elbow and toward the shoulder.

Mok Gyeongwoon suddenly grabbed his sword and struck it before the monster could climb up, cutting off his arm below the shoulder.

Shaman Myoshin was so surprised by the action that he yelled in shock, "You! you!"

He wanted to say something, but was shocked into speechlessness.

Mok Gyeongwoon spoke to him casually, "Isn't this better than having to send it back to his body?"

*Papak*

*Papak*

Black veins protruded from Jangju's severed arm that fell to the floor, fluttering wildly like a fish on land.

On the other hand, Jangju's pale face was gradually turning red with vitality.