Player Who Returned 10,000 Years Later

Chapter 97 – Sword Lord Zheng Mu-jin (Part 1)

Editor: Cherish

— Who are you? — Nan Gong-jin glanced at the guy.

— His brother, — Kang Yu said firmly.

— Kim Si Hoon’s brother…? Kim Yeong Hoon? No, I definitely heard he was in prison.

— There is something dearer than blood in this world.

He stared blankly at the guy.
It seems that he could not understand such a ‘deep’ sentence.

— Do you know what a named brother is?

— Ah… that’s what it means.

Nan Gong-jin nodded his head and exhaled sharply.

— We’re not interested in you.
The Sword Lord wants the Dragon.
Get out of the way.

— I don’t care.

— Watch your tongue, — the man replied with hatred.

Nan Gong-jin turned his eyes to Si Hoon.

— If you don’t want to see him get hurt, just follow us, Dragon.

— Don’t be rude to my brother.

Disregarding the title of Sword Lord, Si Hoon stepped forward.
Taking the sword in his hands, fury began to emit from it.

Although, of course, his fear of the unknown still remains.

He was the best player in China and possessed enormous strength.

The President of China himself listened to him, so it was clear why even his subjects communicate with people in such a way.

But with them threatening Kang Yu, things were different.
He was the one who pulled Si Hoon out of his Hell-like life.

He wasn’t so cowardly as to watch his savior be bullied.

— Ooh, pulled out the sword, huh? — Nan Gong-jin narrowed his eyes.
— Oh Heavens, see, we didn’t mean to harm you, but now that you’ve pulled out your Dragon Sword… —

Nan Gong-jin thought about brutal methods.

‘Although the Sword Lord asked us to deliver it unharmed…’

But if you think about it, why should he grovel in front of a newcomer like Si Hoon?

Nan Gong-jin reached for the hilt of the sword tucked in his belt.

However, Kang Yu stood in front of him, preventing him from drawing his sword.

— Don’t do it.

— Tch… what the heck…

— You moron, you’re dead if you do that.

At that moment, he noticed Kang Yu’s hand had slid to the hilt of his own sword.

Nan Gong-jin was strong.

He was one of those Players with a unique aura with impressive fighting skill, so naturally he should be stronger.

But did he just let someone touch their sword?

— Kh! — He immediately stepped back, looking at Kang Yu with caution and some confusion.
— How…? —

(Editor’s Note: To clarify, he’s so strong and well-trained he should’ve noticed if someone was about to touch their weapon and pose a threat.)

He suddenly realized that there was not a single thought in his head.

— I’ll tell you now: you’re not at a loss, you’re just weak.
So don’t console yourself and make excuses.

Wrinkles formed on Nan Gong-jin’s forehead, and without any hesitation he pulled out his sword.

— Stupid Koreans… ah-aah!

A scream echoed around the area.

The man did not have time to finish, as Kang Yu approached him and twisted his wrist, causing the sword to fall from out his hand to the floor.

— Don’t bring nationality into this.
Don’t you feel ashamed? — Kang Yu continued to shame him.
— What does the country have to do with it? You should repent for such words.
You empty-headed, lousy bastards who go to other countries without a drop of patriotism.
—

— Here’s the thing…

— Hey, do you think that such expressions, pronounced in a foreign country, will make a good reputation for your country? Ah? Think of your country before you blurt something out, you idiot.
—

— Raah! — The man, as if infuriated, threw himself at Kang Yu.

The guy dodged easily, swiftly raising his knee to kick his opponent.
Nan Gong-jin, clutching his stomach, fell to the ground.

— Kh… ah!

— Oh, you!

The men behind him took out their swords.

Kang Yu continued in a threatening tone:

— I told you not to do it.

Anger hung in the air.

The men’s faces turned pale.

It was certainly no ordinary rage.

His face seemed to say not ‘I will kill you’ as usually is the case, but ‘I will eat you.’

He looked like a predatory beast in sheep’s clothing.

— You’re not fools, so you should know you cannot defeat me, right?

— Kh…

They gulped.

Since even their Commander did not have time to swing a sword, they understood that the enemy was really strong.

Nan Gong-jin, who was knocked to the ground, coughed.

— Damn… these Koreans…

— Look at this bastard, doesn’t understand a thing.

(Editor: not a typo, but casual rough-talk.)

Kang Yu grabbed him by the neck from behind and lifted him into the air.

— The state is made up of the people living in it.
If you act like shit, your country must not be any better.

Nan Gong-jin was silent.

— What, you don’t understand? Well, the past can’t be changed, but I’ll give you advice on how to behave in order to present your country in a good light.

— Wha… what are you going to do?!

— Come and see.

Kang Yu pulled the guy towards him and dragged him on one side.

Si Hoon followed them.

— Kang Yu, where are you going?

— Si Hoon, is there a restaurant nearby that serves delicious kimchi jjigae?

— Ah…? — The guy’s eyes widened in surprise.

Why is he suddenly looking for a restaurant that serves delicious food?

— There’s one in that alley.

— Great.
— Kang Yu smiled contentedly and pulled Nan Gong-jin along.

Walking a little further, he cocked his head to shout at the lost standing men:

— Hey! You’re coming too!

They glanced at each other, shrugged in a ‘no idea’ manner, and followed Kang Yu.

— Woman, please give me seven servings of kimchi jjigae.
And add more meat.

— Oh… Okay, sir.
Isn’t that man hurt?

— No, he’s just pretending.
Isn’t that right?

Kang Yu stroked Nan Gong-jin on the shoulder and shook him.

— Wait a little bit.

The woman, making a pretty impression, went to the kitchen.

Hardly any time passed before the rich kimchi jjigae was ready.

— This… what is this?

— Kimchi jjigae.
Try it, you’ll like it.

Kang Yu gently patted Nan Gong-jin on the back and he winced.

— Are you saying that by offering me this hodgepodge, you are doing something for your nation?

— Hodge…podge? — Kang Yu’s eyes widened and malice began to emit from him again.

Kang Yu, applying the Force of Fear, pressed down on his shoulder, and the guy felt so much pressure that he felt like he was being pushed down in the ocean.

— A-ah!

— Not hodgepodge.
Kimchi jjigae.
I think the meat is soaked, let’s eat.

— Kh…

Nan Gong-jin looked up at Si Hoon and began to eat.

‘Mm…?’

It was really delicious.

The kimchi he’d tried once before had been so sour that he winced, but this soup cooked with it as a base had a sweet taste.
And putting a piece of meat on top of a spoonful of rice, he felt that sharp taste of kimchi, enveloping his entire mouth.

‘Is there such food in Korea?’

Of course, even with the delicious food, he hadn’t forgotten why they were here.

As he was a subordinate to one of the strongest Players in the world, they often ate extremely expensive dishes that would make kimchi jjigae seem like a cheap dish.

‘Why then do I keep eating it?’ thought the man, finishing the contents of the plate.

And not just him.
The four people who arrived with him, seeing this, also began to eat kimchi jjigae.

— Woman, give me three more servings! And a bowl of rice for each.

— Alright, sir.
What an appetite you have!

Kang Yu smiled with satisfaction and turned his eyes to Nan Gong-jin.

— Is it tasty?

— Uh…

— Hehe, I think so.
You need to eat your fill.

Kang Yu finished another kimchi jjigae, whistling under his breath.

— Actually, I’m not a patriot at all.
But the kimchi jjigae is worth respecting, isn’t it?

— It’s not that tasty.

— But you’ve already emptied two plates.
In any case, you understand now, don’t you? You need to show the positive sides of your country! That’s how you can make it better, you fool.
Don’t act in vain, behaving nastily and attacking people carelessly.

After saying this, Kang Yu focused on his food.

When everyone had finished eating, Kang Yu, who had eaten the most, rose from his seat.

— Let’s go, Si Hoon.

— Oh, yes…

— Settle here and head back to China.
And tell the Sword Lord, or whatever it is, that if he wants to see Si Hoon, then he can come in person.
— With these words, they left the restaurant.

The men, not understanding what had happened ,were dumbfounded.

‘After eating from the heart, he tells me to pay?’

Here it is – Korean friendliness.

— Are you saying you’re back after only eating some soup?

A thin man sat majestically in an armchair in the center of the huge room.

Although he looked as if he was ready to crumble from any touch, the power emanating from him enveloped the space around, oppressing those nearby.

Sword Ruler, Zheng Mu-jin.

The name of a man who could be called the overlord of China without exaggeration.

— Ah… forgive me! — Nan Gong-jin said in a trembling voice, kneeling in front of him.

The room was filled with suffocating anxiety.

— Ha… Ha ha…

There was laughter.

— Hahaha!!!

The laughter of Zheng Mu-jin filled the room.

— Good! Interesting! Interesting guy! — He continued to speak through laughter.
— Anyway… —

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

He turned his gaze sharply to Nan Gong-jin.

— Didn’t I ask you to bring him in as politely as possible?

— This… This is…

— What? He didn’t understand who wants to see him? Mixed our guild name with shit?

— N… no!

— What do you mean ‘no?’

Zheng Mu-jin stretched out his hand.

Nan Gong-jin was pulled forth by a strong wind and found himself in front of Zheng Mu-jin.

He grabbed him tightly by the neck and uttered in a threatening tone:

— I sent you for him because you know Korean, and you, without accomplishing anything, just traveled.

— Ah! I… just…

— This is a legion.
We do not need people who are useless.

— B… but…

Zheng Mu-jin waved his hand and the man was thrown back to a wall.

— Ha! He says I have to come personally… — He rose from his seat.

This was the first time he’d heard such a thing since becoming a Top Player.

— If they tell me to come, then I must go.

— Father, are you personally going to Korea? — A velvet voice rang out.

The man turned his head.

He was approached by a girl with two buns in her hair.

A slender physique and thick eyebrows.
Pointed nose and red lips.
Just looking from the outside, you could say she stands out.

Zheng Su Ying.

Daughter of the Sword Lord, one of the strongest Players in China.

— What? You heard he was handsome and now you want to come with me?

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— Ahahaha! Father, what are you talking about?

She sat down on one of the armrests of the chair and crossed her legs.

— I can’t be interested in someone weaker than you.

The man swallowed hard.

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