Second Life of a Dragon Raising Hunter

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Chapter 389

“I understand the intention. The Demon King of Fire is far too powerful, so the argument from the Demon King of Friday, Leviathan, is to borrow strength from other Demon Kings, including themselves.”

Of course, consent from the parties involved has not been obtained. The moment a Demon King wounds another Demon King, the remaining ones can only start an invisible battle with the Demon King of Fire.

People often misunderstand that humans wish to kill Demon Kings the most, but in reality, that’s not the case.

Because for a Demon King, the most bothersome existence is another Demon King.

Whether their purpose is to destroy or dominate the world, another Demon King becomes an unavoidable hindrance.

This world is not a game where the moment you kill 100 million humans, a quest is completed and the authority to destroy the world is handed over to the Demon King.

Thinking of it this way, if the rules can be broken, dealing with Hwayo might not even be a big concern.

The Demon King of Fire, who is said to be the strongest among all Demon Kings, is more of a priority to solve than to kill among other Demon Kings.

‘That’s the problem.’

It’s fine and all, but there remained a question of how to approach the space where providence is established and how to break that rule.

Obviously, the source isn’t an easy place that can be opened by swinging a dagger.

“Can you approach it?”

“…Well, I know at least where it is.”

Yeon-woo suddenly asked Dawn while looking at him, and Dawn replied with a sour expression.

Indeed, a god is different. They hold a position and have a right to speak. An ordinary business CEO cannot approach the source…

“That said, I can’t tell you. It’s forbidden, and the moment I say it, I might die.”

“That’s terrifying.”

It’s one thing to be an extraterrestrial god, but Dawn, during the reconstruction process, has completely settled into the divine position of Earth.

As a result, they have become trapped by the laws of this world.

“Ugh… Why did you have to stop being an extraterrestrial god, Dawn….”

“You revived me.”

“Is that why it’s annoying?”

“…I’m always grateful, big brother.”

With a click of her tongue, Dawn politely expressed her gratitude. Yeon-woo nodded in acceptance.

With this kind of conversation, Yeon-woo had no choice but to win. The extraterrestrial god, who didn’t know love, learned the warmth of the emotion called love from the dark spirit she met just before dying.

And even now, reborn, she continues to carry that love forward.

Not only is it not enough to have been saved, but she is also supporting the romantic endeavors of her son.

Tae-oh, still too young in mental age to understand love, might find it easy to end up in a romantic relationship if he continues to build a good relationship.

No, that’s not the important thing right now. So, how are we supposed to open the door to the source?

I might have to meet Leviathan again, I thought, as Yeon-woo and his group exited the gate.

If I think about it well, it could be called a practically empty gate.

Other than providing information about an unknown Demon King and some ideas, isn’t there nothing at all?

What can I say, it felt like a gate that had nothing left, completely hollowed out.

“How meticulous is the Demon King called ‘Mountain Man’ to have arranged the world like this?”

It’s scary. Of course, the likelihood of the Mountain Man being here on Earth is small… but it was still worth considering.

Though we can’t observe it, there are countless worlds in the dimensional space. It’s unlikely he came sneaking into our Earth.

“The probability that there’s a gate to the continent of ■■■■■ coming from the continent of ■■■■■ is ridiculous, isn’t it?”

It doesn’t make sense. By the way, that noise sounds like those I heard from Shar or Nea before.

Perhaps it has already been destroyed to the point that its name cannot even be spoken. Or maybe such a name doesn’t exist, leading to noise filtering.

“…The laws of the world are incomprehensible.”

Something feels profoundly unreasonable. That’s all I could think.

Once again, the party of monster hunters mounted their monster killer and began to head in one direction.

Anyway, we need to help those who can help. We decided to move as planned.

*

“So, where are we going? Alkeion? Martial Arts?”

“I’m going to Martial Arts. I think the Heavenly Demon is a bigger threat than the Demon King of Alkeion. I know about the Heavenly Demon, but not so much about Alkeion.”

It’s inevitable to focus first on what one knows. It’s almost instinctual.

For Yeon-woo, who has a habit of trying to maximize his information, this was only natural.

The Heavenly Demon, Wi Ji-ak. The entity worshipped by the Demon Cult.

This is Wi Ji-ak, the Heavenly Demon who suddenly appeared and took over the Demon Cult, rising to the position of leader at a young age.

And by mastering the martial art only permitted to the Heavenly Demon, the Heavenly Demon’s Art, he made his name known to the world.

Of course, the Heavenly Demon’s Art is an ascending martial art that wouldn’t seem odd even if it had “super” attached in front of it.

To reach that level at a young age, one could only call him a genius among geniuses, but that wasn’t all.

Wi Ji-ak was extraordinarily remarkable from the very start. Should I say his nature is unique?

His humanity contained within him was that of a person who should never obtain the position of a leader dividing the world as the Heavenly Demon.

‘He’s a pervert, a total pervert.’

He fits the title of Heavenly Demon more than anyone yet is a pervert who absolutely should not be in the position of the Heavenly Demon.

A surreal lustful figure who wants to paint everything in his own colors.

It’s better to have the Heavenly Demon actively hinder the Martial Arts Alliance, causing even the Martial Arts Alliance’s leader, Jin Baek-cheon, to be wary.

“Ugh, why do I have to keep an eye on such a guy?”

“Do you know much about the Heavenly Demon?”

“I wouldn’t say I know well, but I have some idea.”

As Yeon-woo replied with a hesitant head shake to Shar’s question, I wondered where the heroes of Martial Arts had gone. Do they not call them heroes anymore?

Anyway, dealing with the Heavenly Demon wasn’t my job.

I will help them since they’re being robbed, though…

“Can you tell me if you’re curious?”

Shar’s eyes sparkled. It’s a story that could be detrimental to educating children, so I honestly couldn’t bring myself to share it.

“Do you understand, Shar? Don’t even think about asking about crazy individuals; you should never get involved with them. Honestly, avoiding the Heavenly Demon is the best course of action.”

“Is it really that serious?”

Seeing Yeon-woo using harsh words to conceal something caused Shar to stutter.

For a brief moment, the atmosphere became awkward but soon lightened with the sound of Tae-oh munching on snacks.

Yeon-woo sighed deeply. The demon he met in Cheonju City, emitting a magic that seemed to poison the very space itself.

It’s a well-known story that such magic was the change that occurred when Wi Ji-ak rose to the position of the Heavenly Demon.

The Heavenly Demon’s Art he mastered was a super-ascending martial art that placed the world beneath his feet, impacting not just himself but the entire Heavenly Demon cult.

In other words, a manifestation that turns the world, heaven (天), into himself (魔).

*

Once known as the Hobak Guesthouse, a building stood starkly on the wasteland. The flag of the Martial Arts Alliance hanging over the abandoned building felt hollow.

The Hobak Guesthouse was not destroyed because the Martial Arts Alliance lost. The aftermath of battles is not something that can be controlled, so it was a natural consequence following the battle centered around the gate.

Martial artists who managed to fend off the wave of demons were now taking a breather. Among them, there was no sign of Dang Sa-ryeon or his father, the Poison King.

Absurdly, both had to be constantly running about, not only during the fight but also after an entire escapade, saving those contaminated by demons.

Even Dang Sa-ryeon, who was accustomed to overworking his body, was feeling faint.

If it weren’t for the Poison King being unable to watch that scene and demanding Dang Sa-ryeon take a break, he would have surely collapsed by now.

It was a long-awaited moment of rest. Dang Sa-ryeon, sitting heavily on a half-collapsed chair in the guesthouse, stared blankly outside.

Whether it was a remnant of the viciousness of the Eul-yang Gong or not, the darkened portion of the window made it nice for peering outside.

Zoning out isn’t entirely bad. With no information coming in, he granted his brain some time off as some visual information entered.

“…A dust cloud?”

Could it be that another dimensional gate related to Martial Arts has appeared? Are demons pouring in from that side?

Thinking this, Dang Sa-ryeon injected the restorative poison into his body to sharpen his vision.

And when he saw a car approaching, leading the dust cloud, he sighed in relief.

…But a car? Martial artists are proud of their martial arts and don’t typically use such vehicles.

Certainly, there could be realistic martial artists, but for a martial artist to grow, they should have some idealistic aspects. The effectiveness of a pragmatic martial artist on this front is doubtful.

Just as those thoughts crossed his mind, Dang Sa-ryeon noticed a small figure popping out from the sunroof.

With flowing blonde hair, a bright expression, and arms waving towards someone…

It was a child he recognized well. No, everyone present here knew her well and had been waiting for her.

“…She’s here.”

Dang Sa-ryeon jumped up. Finally, she had arrived. Choi Yeon-woo had set foot on this battlefield.

What that meant was extremely simple.

“Finally, liberation…!!”

If only there had been a decisive fight beforehand, right? Those days of holding back his feelings and concentrating on purging demons were now over.

With Choi Yeon-woo capable of cleansing the tainted magic, Dang Sa-ryeon would definitely shoulder less burden.

At the very least, he wouldn’t have to see any child whining about being poisoned after stepping onto the tainted land!

With a bright smile on his face, those inside the Hobak Guesthouse began to chatter.

The Poison King was smiling. In fact, he was beaming with brightness.

People felt a chill despite his very beautiful smile, which caused them to shudder for some unexplainable reason.

They soon realized the source of that chill. A middle-aged man hanging from the ceiling like a bat.

Dressed in dark green martial garments, the man was watching in the same direction as Dang Sa-ryeon.

“Yeah, that guy is playing with my daughter’s heart, huh?”

Every father with a daughter has a metaphorical shotgun in their heart.

And currently, the bullets were loaded in Dang Jin-ho, the Poison King and father of Dang Sa-ryeon.

(Continued in the next episode)