NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 80: Murim White Troops (1)
Currently a Corporal of the Galactic Divine Cult’s Murim White Troops, Jeon Sochang.
Both titles referred to the same person.
Ghostly Demonic Divine Sword Jeon Sochang!
Jeon Sochang, now using his forgotten past title of Ghostly Demonic Divine Sword, was sixty years old.
Sixty was often said to be the age when one has accumulated life experience, matured in thought and judgment, and could accept others' words.
However, for a martial artist, the age of sixty was unwelcome.
No matter how much one's Inner Qi deepened to maintain youth, there were limits. The prime of the physical body had passed, muscle elasticity decreased due to aging, and reflexes deteriorated.
It could be said to be the twilight years for a martial artist.
However, Ghostly Demonic Divine Sword Jeon Sochang wasn't having any such gloomy thoughts at present. Rather, he was burning with passion while embracing a new life.
For the great Galactic Divine Cult! For His Imperial Majesty Karlstein!!"Galactic! Galactic! Galactic! Galactic!"
Warriors of the decisive battle shouting with veins popping in their necks, matching the instructor's chant. Of course, Jeon Sochang was among them.
"Those whose names I call, step forward!"
A strange madness. A strange excitement. A strange tension.
Everyone was lined up in rows and columns, staring at the instructor with burning eyes.
"Lee Pilbaek! Ryu Sacheon! Ma Gunpil! Cheong Hong-...."
Those whose names were called showed ecstasy on their faces as they headed towards the platform.
On the other hand, Jeon Sochang was anxious. What good was it that he had made a name for himself in his youth? The participation list was determined solely by current ability.
Jeon Sochang took a deep breath to calm his anxiety.
-I must be chosen.
If only I could see His Imperial Majesty Karlstein!
If only I could give this life for the Galactic Divine Cult!
What else would be needed?
Jeon Sochang, harboring a strange madness like the others.
However, there was no sign of his name being called, and he gradually became uneasy.
Please, please, please, please!
Did heaven perhaps hear his pleas?
Finally, his name was called.
"Lastly, Jeon Sochang. That's all! The rest, prepare to return to the Eight Gates of Hell."
When his name was called, Jeon Sochang clenched his fist.
Yes!
"Kuaaak! This can't be! Why was I left out?! My heart for His Imperial Majesty Karlstein is real! I won't lose to anyone!"
"The Eight Gates of Hell again?"
"Grumble."
"Y-Your Imperial Majesty K-Karlstein!"
Although he had never seen him in person, His Imperial Majesty Karlstein was more familiar than his own name thanks to endless vod reviews and mental education!
"Huhahahahaha!"
"Finally!!"
"Great!"
"Phew...."
"Mother!!"
"O’ heavens above!"
The martial artists whose names were called couldn't hide their joy.
An overwhelming heart!
Uncontrollable excitement!
Everyone was of one mind.
The instructor nodded as he looked at them and began to lead.
"Everyone follow me. You are experienced warriors who have passed strict criteria and proven correct ideology and perseverance. The shameful past of the Absolute Martial Unit has already been washed away."
Jeon Sochang recalled the past times as he followed the instructor.
He had participated in the raid on the cult as the Deputy Commander of the Absolute Martial Unit under the government's orders.
However, the time before joining the cult was already like a discarded past.
The memories he was recalling were after joining the cult!
Welling up-
It was a grueling time.
All sorts of bizarre training equipment and mental education that pushed one to the limit of limits of limits.
After spending time close to his very limits, there was forced immersion in medicinal baths.
Zzzt-
A sensation as if the skin was being peeled off!
Pain as if entering a fire pit!
Strangely, when coming out of the medicinal bath, fatigue would fly away and the whole body would recover.
And after that?
Straight back to training again.
After repeating this process countless times, one would create a body no less than that of a Master of the External Arts.
Bulge- Flex-
Even the skin that had sagged due to aging became revitalized.
To the point where the terrible pain of the medicinal bath became welcome!
Now even needles couldn't penetrate!
After that, one would enter a metal tube-like device for bodily measurements.
Based on the measurement results, each martial artist would receive appropriate drug injections. Not only that, but martial arts suitable for each individual's characteristics would also be given.
Then what about the martial arts training?
Once again, one would enter the metal tube to forcibly(?) receive knowledge.
Although it was martial arts one had never known before, knowledge as if one had trained for decades would be instantly imprinted in the mind, and one would be able to perform it proficiently.
Of course, during this process, one would also be newly imprinted with the greatness of His Imperial Majesty Karlstein, the Galactic Empire, and the Galactic Divine Cult through mental education.
Although there was some initial resistance to the forceful injection that bordered on brainwashing.
Eventually, one couldn't help but realize. This was grace, this was divine favor. If only one could serve His Imperial Majesty Karlstein by his side, one would even enter the pit of hell!
After completing ideological verification as such, one would enter a place called the Virtual Training Room(?).
A blunt, elongated metal cylinder that could barely fit one person lying down.
Upon entering there, a whole new world would unfold.
Ah...!
One would spend countless hours in a place where hunger, thirst, and pain were not felt.
From learning to use all sorts of cutting-edge devices to training in the bestowed martial arts.
10 years, 20 years, 30 years.
Until they had mastered all of it.
After spending countless years like that and coming out, everyone would be surprised.
-Not that much time passed?
But how could that be the end of it?
Embodiment.
As if the body, every single muscle, remembered everything learned there.
Of course, there was a feeling that the head had become a bit dull and simple, but this too was nothing for the sake of the omnipotent His Imperial Majesty Karlstein.
Then came countless Elixirs.
They were probably Elixirs brought in from all over the Central Plains. After all, there was nothing the Galactic Divine Cult couldn't do in the Central Plains.
Originally, Elixirs shouldn't be mixed and taken carelessly. However, as if even this had been considered, one would rapidly increase their Inner Qi and realm by eating Elixirs instead of meals.
It didn't matter if one's intellect decreased a bit.
One would enter the Virtual Training Room again and repeat the process until completion.
Although many martial artists dropped out and had mental breakdowns in the process, if one endured and withstood all those processes…
The Profound Realm.
One would reach that supreme realm.
In the first place, the Eight Gates of Hell could not be passed without reaching the Profound Realm.
After that, one would directly use the equipment practiced with for decades in the Virtual Training Room, going through all sorts of simulations like group battles, individual battles, special missions, and so on.
Only then would one graduate from the Eight Gates of Hell.
Jeon Sochang too had digested all of that, which was why he could proudly stand here.
The place they arrived at while suppressing their overwhelming emotions.
"Equipment will be distributed here. You all know how to use it well, right?"
“"Yes!"”
Familiar equipment that felt like they had used for decades greeted him.
Weapons, Neutralizers, Skyboards, Suits....
"This is equipment issued to you individually. Let's take a moment to pray to the great His Imperial Majesty Karlstein."
....
They took a moment to pray. Some shed tears, and some even fainted.
At the very least, everyone here must have the same feelings towards His Imperial Majesty Karlstein and the Galactic Divine Cult!
"Now then, it's a bit early, but it's time for actual combat."
"!!"
"The decision was made suddenly due to circumstances. However, this instructor doesn't think you are unprepared. If you were, you wouldn't have been able to graduate from the Eight Gates of Hell in the first place."
Jeon Sochang felt his heart racing.
To think he could finally do something for His Imperial Majesty Karlstein!
And so.
After hearing the mission briefing and completing all preparations…
They were able to greet the Cult Leader.
A woman wearing a black martial attire with dragon embroidery on the upper body and dark red metal armor on the lower body.
Ooh.
Truly a beauty descended from the heavens.
Although one might be captivated by her somewhat unique hair color and august beauty…
The martial artists gathered here quickly shook it off.
Because they would soon be able to greet His Imperial Majesty.
Because they were about to face the most heart-pounding event in their lives.
The Cult Leader's beauty was nothing compared to that.
"Then we begin."
After hearing the Cult Leader's clear voice, they could witness her power with their own eyes.
Rip- Crack-
Tztztz-
Patztztz-
As space split open, a terrifying aura enveloped the surroundings.
E-Euk.
Their knees almost gave out, but those here were experienced warriors.
They might fall, but they would not retreat!
Thus, a door made of light was created in the void.
"The Dimensional Door cannot be maintained for long! Enter swiftly!"
They snapped to attention at the Cult Leader's voice, which sounded exhausted.
Thump- Thump-
All those grueling times were for this moment!
For Him! For the Galactic Divine Cult!
Wasn't it for this that they endured those times, to be of even the slightest help?
Now they were ready!
Now.
We're coming to meet you.
His Imperial Majesty Karlstein!
Long live the Galactic Divine Cult!
And so, after passing through the door made of light…
Boom-
Bang-
Kuung-
Kwaaang-
They were utterly dumbfounded..
Jeon Sochang realized he had fallen into the midst of a mythical great battle that only appeared in legends.
"Kuak! Everyone, deploy Shields first!"
"Vanguard, follow me! Get on the Boards immediately!"
"If you stop, you die!"
Being in the Profound Realm would be helpful?
This is fucking insane.
That was a thought one could only have before actually encountering this.
Jeon Sochang, who had become an ordinary person among Immortals, hurriedly moved his body according to orders.
But their hearts were all the same.
“"Galactic! Galactic! Galactic! Galactic!"”
The confusion at the sudden situation was only momentary.
Fire burned in everyone's eyes.
The fire of conviction to sacrifice oneself for the Galactic Divine Cult and His Imperial Majesty Karlstein!
And so, hundreds of SF Profound Realm martial artists entered 'World'.