Absolute Regression Chapter 403 : Do you think selling noodles is easy

Translator: FenrirTL

Editor/Quality Checker/Notes : Saphartlantis

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Chapter 403: Do you think selling noodles is easy?

The middle-aged man in blue wanted to shout like this.

‘Do you think I don't know that? It's the damn Great Drunken Demon; both ways are bound to be dangerous.’

Of course, since he could not say that, he spoke as politely as possible.

"I didn't know the Demonic Cult was involved in this matter. If I had known, I wouldn't have helped."

It was the truth. There was no way anything good would co from getting entangled with the damned Demonic Cult.

Song Sa-hyuk asked him.

"Who are you?"

The man glanced at the masked figure. It was not the gaze of one looking at a subordinate; he was gauging the other’s reaction. When the masked figure showed no response, the middle-aged man introduced himself.

"I am Hwang Su. I am a scholar who studies the human body."

"A scholar, my ass! More like a butcher. How many people have died so far?"

Hwang Su could not make any excuses. Too many people had died. He did not even know nor rember the number himself.

"What kind of experints were you doing on them?"

Hwang Su hesitated to answer.

At that mont, Yang Il, who was lying on the bed, mustered his courage and spoke.

"He said he was searching for so kind of constitution. What was it again? Ah, right. Extre Cold Constitution. He said if I had the Extre Cold Constitution, I could survive."

Extre Cold Constitution.

The Ice-Cold Constitution was a natural trait of those born strongly resistant to the cold. Those born with this constitution could live their entire lives without catching a cold even once.

Among those with the Ice-Cold Constitution, those especially specialized in enduring extre cold had the Extre Cold Constitution.

Those born with the Extre Cold Constitution would not die from the cold. For instance, even if they entered icy water naked in the middle of winter, they might starve to death, but they would not freeze to death.

"They ordered to lie down and this bed beca terrifyingly cold."

At Yang Il’s words, the Great Drunken Demon inspected the bed. It was no ordinary bed.

"So this is a bed to find the Extre Cold Constitution."

Song Sa-hyuk looked back at Hwang Su and asked.

"Why are you searching for the Extre Cold Constitution?"

Seeing Hwang Su remaining silent, the Great Drunken Demon showed a mocking expression.

"I told you, didn't I? That I'm sensitive because I didn’t have a drink."

Hwang Su once again looked at the masked figure beside him.

The Demon Supre had also recognized from the beginning that he was not a subordinate. His gaze was never that of a subordinate's in the first place.

"So you're soone sent to watch over him."

Finally, the masked figure stepped forward.

"If you thought we'd be scared just because you’re a Demon Supre, you're sorely mistaken."

The 'we' did not include Hwang Su.

Two more masked figures entered the room.

Their presence was different from the martial artists who had been defeated by Song Sa-hyuk earlier. Their eyes were just as intense as the one who had been talking.

Originally, the three of them had taken turns monitoring Hwang Su and assisting with this mission. They were equally skilled and had similar temperants.

With their appearance, Hwang Su’s expression brightened. The reason the masked figure had stayed quiet was because he had been waiting for them to arrive.

‘With the three of them together!’

Just when it felt like it might be worth trying, even against the Great Drunken Demon.

Juuuuu.

In the next mont, the energy that had been rippling around Song Sa-hyuk's body scattered in all directions. A thick fog instantly spread over the area.

Hwang Su could not see anything.

‘Please! Kill the Great Drunken Demon!’

As a brief silence fell, Hwang Su caught sight of sothing gleaming. It was the blade of one of the masked n.

The next mont.

Crunch.

A sound of bone breaking was heard. The sword, which had been visible in the air, trembled once and then disappeared into the fog as if sucked in.

‘He got hit!’

Silence flowed once again.

Whoooosh.

Another masked man infused his sword with internal energy and swung it through the air, causing the energy spread like fog to swirl around his blade.

He intended to draw the fog outward using his internal energy, but Song Sa-hyuk’s energy was no ordinary fog or smoke.

For a mont, it seed to wrap around his sword, but then it dispersed more densely in all directions.

At that mont, Hwang Su saw it — a glimpse of the Great Drunken Demon flashing through the mist.

He was moving with his hands behind his back, even smiling leisurely as he looked over.

‘Watch out!’

Before he could even shout.

Crack.

With a hand blade strike, the Demon Supre broke the neck of the masked man who had tried to disperse the energy and toppled him.

Before the man could even hit the floor, Song Sa-hyuk had disappeared back into the fog.

The last thing Hwang Su saw was a sword flying toward him.

‘Self-annihilation!’

The lone masked man, realizing he could not handle the Great Drunken Demon in a thousand years, tried to kill Hwang Su first. He must have been given such an order from the beginning — that when this mont ca, he should kill Hwang Su to cut off the tail.

The flying sword stopped right in front of Hwang Su’s heart.

Crack.

A bone-crushing sound ca from right in front of him.

As the thick fog cleared, the masked man’s figure beca visible. The one who had thrust the sword toward him now had his neck grotesquely twisted, and the light had already left his eyes.

As he collapsed like a broken doll, Song Sa-hyuk was standing behind him. It was an overwhelming difference in skill. The Blood Calabash hanging at his waist had not even been touched.

Three of them might be enough? That had been a ridiculous delusion.

‘So this is the true strength of the Demon Supre I've only heard about!’

Hwang Su’s heart pounded as if it were about to burst.

The energy around the Great Drunken Demon fluttered like flas and then was absorbed back into his body.

"Why are you trying to find the Extre Cold Constitution?"

Now, Hwang Su had no reason to hesitate anymore.

"I don't know either. I was only hired to retrieve soone with the Extre Cold Constitution and got paid."

"By whom?"

As Hwang Su hesitated to answer, Song Sa-hyuk revealed the harsh reality.

"You already died a mont ago."

Hwang Su stared at the corpse of the fallen masked man and then made up his mind to reveal who had made the request.

"The one who gave the money was—"

It was right at that mont.

Fwooosh.

Both sides of Hwang Su's forehead suddenly swelled up.

Splat! Splat!

Both sides burst open, spraying blood.

Hwang Su died instantly. Shockingly, a restrictive curse had been placed on him that would cause death if he tried to ntion anything about the mastermind.[a]

The Great Drunken Demon looked down at the corpse with a grave expression.

A death triggered by attempting to give a specific answer was a truly advanced form of suggestion and restriction. It ant a formidable figure was behind this.[b]

Song Sa-hyuk spoke to Yang Il, who was still sitting there in terror.

"Get dressed."

Yang Il, who had still been naked until then, hurriedly put on his clothes.

‘This wasn’t a dream after all.’

Fully clothed, Yang Il followed the Demon Supre out of the room.

Yang Il realized once again how reckless his earlier thought had been — trying to ambush the martial artist who had brought him and escape from this place.

As they turned the corridor corner, about a dozen martial artists were lying unconscious.

It was the sa outside the building. Dozens of martial artists were collapsed everywhere.[c]

Seeing how heavily guarded the place had been, Yang Il realized that this had been no ordinary situation.

‘If I really had the Extre Cold Constitution, what exactly were they planning to make do?’

No matter how much he thought about it, he could not figure it out.

A little distance away, a carriage was waiting. It was a carriage from the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult's Northern Sea Branch, ready to take Yang Il back to his hotown.

The people escorting him had already coordinated with the branch near his hotown to ensure his family would be protected, so there was no need for him to worry anymore.

"You don't have to worry about retaliation. Just live well with your family."

Even without that reassurance, by the ti Yang Il arrived in his hotown, everything here would already be over.

Yang Il could hardly believe he had survived.

"It still feels like a dream. To be saved by none other than the Demon Supre himself!"

"I did not save you."

"What do you an?"

"Would anyone have co all the way to this distant Northern Sea if not for your wife's desperate wish to save her husband? You can hear the details from your wife when you get back."

The thought of being able to go ho made Yang Il feel like he could fly with joy. To be able to see his wife and children again!

While he had been imprisoned, he had made countless resolutions. He would no longer greedily chase after happiness all at once. Instead of the ambition to make money to bring happiness, he would be there for every mont his children grew up.[d]

‘Thank you. I will live that way, for sure.’

He bowed deeply.

"Thank you so much for saving ."

Yang Il planned to drink a cup of liquor every year on this day and rember the Great Drunken Demon.

"Make sure you deliver this bow to the person who truly deserves it."

Saying that, Song Sa-hyuk began walking in the opposite direction from the departing carriage.

Crunch, crunch.

Leaving the first traces on the pure white snow, the Demon Supre’s footsteps gradually quickened. Soon, no footprints were left on the snow.

* * *

Geom Mugeuk and Lee Ahn rented a carriage and returned to Hidden Moon’s safehouse.

The three who had been subdued using the blood points were still unconscious.

The two of them loaded them into the carriage.

"When the Great Drunken Demon returns, let’s head straight to the Ice Palace."

Lee Ahn could tell. Geom Mugeuk firmly believed that Song Sa-hyuk would handle everything well and co back. Normally, he treated him like an easygoing older brother, but at least right now, he regarded him as the Demon Supre.

Lee Ahn was not worried about the Great Drunken Demon either. Rather, the one she was concerned about was the Young Palace Master they had t.

"But will the Ice Palace accept your proposal, Young Master?"

Even if Song Sa-hyuk saved the captured person, it would still be a problem if the Ice Palace did not accept it.

"They will accept."

"How can you be so sure?"

"You told Han Seol yourself, didn’t you? ‘Believe in him, for he is the Transcendent!’"[e]

"Please don’t joke around. Why are you so sure?"

Geom Mugeuk explained the reason.

"We had two conditions. First, that they would not punish you, and second, that they would allow us to investigate the death of the Forr Master Brewer in the Ice Palace."

"That's right."

"First of all, they cannot touch you anyway. Not only can they not recklessly harm soone who is one of my limbs, but they also lost their valid excuse since their ‘victim’ was involved in a mass abduction case. Most critically, the Northern Blood Gate is trying to cover up this whole incident, so they cannot escalate it by punishing you."

"What about the second condition? There’s still a chance the Ice Palace might not accept us."

"The Ice Palace Master is already well aware of the relationship between the Forr Master of the Hundred Liquors Snow Courtyard and Song Sa-hyuk. It’s a relationship built over many years through exchanged letters and liquor. If soone like that shows interest in this death and they refuse? If they did, the Great Drunken Demon would only grow more suspicious and dig even deeper into the matter. In the process, he might uncover information the Ice Palace doesn’t want revealed. The Ice Palace Master must also be aware of that, so refusing easily would not be an option."

Lee Ahn was impressed. She had not thought of a single reason Geom Mugeuk had just ntioned.

"I want to retire. I don’t think I can survive in this kind of martial world. It's amazing that I'm still alive. I’m going to retire and live in a countryside village where no martial artists ever co, selling noodles."

"You think selling noodles is easy? After getting sward by people all day, you'll think, ‘Ah! Swinging a sword mindlessly next to the Young Leader was better!’ and you'll want to co running back imdiately."

Lee Ahn sighed.

"Since we're talking about it, would you like so noodles? There are ingredients in the kitchen."

"Can you make them?"

"Noodles, at least, I can manage."

"Let's eat. I was getting hungry anyway."

"I'll cook them right away."

As Lee Ahn disappeared into the kitchen, Geom Mugeuk lightly leapt onto the roof of the carriage. Even as he landed on the roof, not even the sound of a feather falling could be heard.

Lying down there, Geom Mugeuk looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, he missed his father.

Of course, he missed the Demon Supres too, but it was always his father he wanted to see first.

He must be sitting stiffly on the Celestial Zenith Throne in the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, busy handling affairs.

‘Father, your son misses you so much like this. Are you thinking of , too?’

While he was lost in thoughts of his father, Lee Ahn quickly finished making the noodles and returned.

"Where would you like to eat?"

"Let's eat up here."

Holding the bowl of noodles, Lee Ahn leapt up onto the carriage roof. Thanks to her smooth lightness technique, not a single drop of broth was spilled. Her martial arts skills were improving day by day.

"Here you go."

Considering how quickly it was made, it tasted excellent.

"This is delicious. With hands this good, you won’t starve even if you retire. Let invest in that noodle shop, too!"

Lee Ahn felt relieved. She had been secretly worried Geom Mugeuk would say it was terrible.

Just as the two were slurping up the noodles—

Song Sa(hyuk entered the courtyard.

Geom Mugeuk and Lee Ahn looked at him. The Demon Supre gave the two a slight nod. Seeing that nod, Lee Ahn felt relieved. It was clear that he had safely rescued the captive.

Of course, there was still so regret.

"Only that person was saved."

Lee Ahn felt deeply sorry but knew there was no helping it.

She would not bla herself, thinking she could have saved more if she had done better. Instead, she intended to channel that anger toward punishing those behind this incident.[f]

"Any noodles left?"

"I can make so quickly. But would noodles be enough? Let treat you to sothing delicious."

Strictly speaking, he had stepped in because of her matter.

"No need. Noodles are enough."

"Understood. I'll boil so right away."

"I’ll take another bowl too!"

"Yes, sir!"

As Lee Ahn ran back toward the kitchen, this ti, the Great Drunken Demon lightly leapt up onto the carriage roof.

"You did well, brother."

"Well, it’s nothing."

"But why were they abducting people?"

"They were looking for the Extre Cold Constitution."

"Extre Cold Constitution?"

Among the various human constitutions, the Extre Cold Constitution was truly a rare one.

"The mont he tried to answer who had ordered it, his head burst, and he died. It was an extrely powerful restriction."

The mont he heard those words, Geom Mugeuk recalled an organization he had known before the regression.

Blood Death Alliance.

Bound by blood, they feared no death. For the sake of the organization, they would sacrifice their lives without hesitation.

Everyone feared the Blood Death Alliance.

But later, it was revealed — they did not offer their lives out of genuine loyalty. They were under a powerful restriction that would cause their bodies to explode if they betrayed the organization.

The one who led the Blood Death Alliance.

Among the Twelve Zodiac Kings, the Ninth King.

Blood King.[g]

Another of the Twelve Zodiac Kings had appeared.

Being a lower-numbered King did not necessarily an being weaker than the upper ones.

The Blood King was the most fitting example of that truth. It was said he had chosen to beco the Ninth King simply because he liked the number nine.

The Blood King was a formidable figure. He commanded an innurable number of subordinates, and those subordinates feared no death. They could not betray, and they would use self-destructive techniques without hesitation.

Because of this, little was actually known about what kind of martial arts the Blood King used or how strong he truly was. All the history related to the Blood King was the history of his subordinates — the history of blood.

‘The Blood King is searching for the Extre Cold Constitution? Why?’

Geom Mugeuk looked around at the snow-covered surroundings.

‘How much blood will have to be spilled onto this pure snow?’

Lee Ahn, bringing the noodles, saw the grave expression on Geom Mugeuk’s face.

From that expression, she could tell — this Ice Palace affair was not going to be an easy one. Her heart flared with fighting spirit.

At that mont, her eyes t Geom Mugeuk’s.

"I’ll just work hard cooking noodles."

At her joke, Geom Mugeuk gave a faint smile.

Then Song Sa-hyuk suddenly spoke.

"Don’t worry."

When Geom Mugeuk turned to look, the Great Drunken Demon was lying down, gazing up at the sky like he was floating on the lake of the Tower of Drunken Dreams after drinking.

Though his posture was relaxed, the gaze visible between the strands of his fallen hair was deeper and more intense than ever.

"I’ll take care of everything."

[a]Classic. At least this ti it doesn't seem to be a Kamikaze Neurax Worm or so other nasty brain parasite.

And the death was relatively fast and 'painless'.

Still an horrible way to die, but eh, he deserved it after killing so many. In fact it was a bit too kind of an ending.

[b]Reminds of a single ti where Mugeuk involvent didn't reveal a deeper corruption.

Co on, just once.

[c]For the story sake, I'll picture them all as dogpiled in small heaps ^^

[d]Good for you.

Many only realize that too late.

[e]For he is the one who treads the Ancient Path.... Ah wait, wrong novel XDXDXD (New Ga )

[f]Even if those who suffereed unjust deaths are no longer there, you can work hard to prevent others from suffering from such fates ever again.

[g]See ? I knew it !!!

Mugeuk is cursed with Protagonist luck !!!

Then again, he is a protagonist XDXDXD