Volume 7 Episode 20+
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The Gajujeon of Mo Yong-sega.
Mo Yong-hui and his vassals were gathered there to find the color by melting.
There was no Mo Yonghu here.
“See you in Gaju.”
However, the vassals took an example to Mo Yong-hui by calling him Ga-ju.
Mo Yong-hwi with a dark complexion.
He was silent, as if lost in thought.
“How are you?”
One of the vassals says:
“Is it because of something later?”
A kid from California who said that they became Californians while they were frozen.
“He is a bastard.”
But Mo Yong-hoo was a bastard.
“Though the things that Hu has done for the family are said to be great, in the end he is a bastard.”
Everyone was silent except for the vassal who told the story, but most of them seemed to have a similar meaning.
“There is never a case where the bastard took the top spot in the state. So go… .”
Mo Yonghui looked down at the vassals and said.
Although he was frozen by Partizan, he was by no means weak.
The top of Gaju, a strong force in life and death.
It wasn’t possible to recover it completely due to the frozen time, but the momentum and pressure did not disappear.
“Call Hu.”
“Baby?”
The bastard means a child who is not a child of the original wife.
Lee Yong-jin’s face became even more contorted.
“Is that just for that reason?”
He raised a fallen family.
He saved those who should have been frozen to death.
By the way, are you making that kind of face towards your benefactor just because you’re only a bastard?
“Not at all.”
Dang Hwa-young said.
“It is a very important issue for Sega.”
Everyone listens to Dang Hwayoung.
The person who understood Sega best at this stage was her, a woman from the Tang family, one of the five generations.
“Moreover, in a drifting world… .”
She closed her eyes and continued.
“The most important thing at Sega is solidarity. That bond is made up of promises. It is a fact that the family that rules the family only runs through deficits, and that is a fact that will never change.”
“Sega is not a clan.”
The clan was formed by a group of different people.
The divided world is like a family after all, but the starting point of the world determines their identity.
A sect that anyone can become a long writer if they have both talent and ability.
Sega.
“Only the deficit of the family should have been able to sustain it.”
Only the poor should be given that opportunity.
“Because that alone can prevent internal strife.”
The top of a long door that anyone can aim for.
Therefore, competition exists from the beginning of the clan.
I’m not afraid to shed blood for him.
But Sega shouldn’t.
“Everyone is family.”
They are made up of blood relatives.
“The blood that will be shed through the competition is the blood of the kin.”
In the first place, the composition of the competition was blocked.
As the world was divided, it became more and more a promise that had to be kept.
It’s not just one or two bloods that bleed in a confined world.
Unlike the clan who shed their own blood for their own will, blood death in Sega eventually becomes a family versus family battle.
It’s possible that everything will disappear.
“I don’t quite understand… .”
Dang Hwa-young follows Lee Yong-jin’s words.
“Anyone can be the CEO of a company. If only he had that ability.”
“That’s right, right?”
“But who is the father of the family?”
Lee Yong-jin kept her mouth shut.
“The deficit in the family is the father and mother of the family. It cannot be changed unless it is changed beyond the ability. The scribe, for example… .”
“Can a woman who cheated on her spouse be considered a true mother? Moreover, through him, I have a child… … .”
“… … It’s hard.”
“I don’t know if that’s possible. But then… .”
“Can anyone be my mother and father?”
I don’t quite understand.
But it seemed to be vaguely familiar.
“This is to prevent that. Especially in times of tribulation and difficult times, the rules should be stronger.”
The world has changed.
But changing the rules is never easy.
“I also made sure to not break the rules. So, the five generations have been at a loss even in the past hour.”
“I made it impossible to break the rules… ? no way… !”
There was something rubbing against Lee Yong-jin’s head.
“It is to abolish the danjeon.”
This was the case with Lee Rowoon.
-Danjeon has been discontinued.
Moyonghu’s Danjeon was abolished.
I just thought there was going to be an accident or something.
But it happened within the family.
“I will do anything to uphold the rules of the family. That’s the big three. And that’s what has kept the name of the five generations until now.”
Now everyone’s eyes turned to one place.
I know that virtually everything is in his hands.
I don’t know if Mo Yong-sega is noticing it, but those in this room know that the owner of the hand that holds the world is a good one.
“What are you going to do?”
Lee Rowoon rubbed his eyes as if annoyed without answering.
Beside him was a long-haired, unidentified beautiful woman.
It was an awkward silence.
It is said to be a rich relationship, but it was a long time ago that Mo Yong-hui and Mo Yong-hu were doing this alone.
– Whoa.
He is a son.
-It is the discipline of the family.
It was Abi who abolished that Danjeon.
After that day, Mo Yong-hu left the family and took on extra-marital affairs, and he could not freeze to Partizan.
The only blood relatives of Gaju outside the family were Mo Yonghu.
Mo Yong Ha-jin is said to be Ga-ju’s younger brother, but according to the family rules, Mo Yong-hu’s succession rank was higher than that of Mo Yong Ha-jin.
That’s why I became the head of the household.
An existence that lives under the family name, but is abandoned by the family.
“Father.”
It was Mo Yonghu who finally opened his mouth.
“I won’t say it back.”
“I don’t have a power outage.”
There is no power outage.
It was the deadliest thing in the Murim Sage.
The martial arts that only the poorest in the family can learn.
The martial arts that only the headmaster can learn.
Because that means the price can be cut off.
“Nothing can be done by the family’s martial arts.”
That’s why the bastard doesn’t even think about aiming at Gaju.
“This is not the place I wanted. But I have no intention of giving up.”
I have an appointment.
The price of saving Mo Yong-sega, the promise made with Master.
“Moyong tax is required.”
You can’t just throw it away.
“… … I know there are brothers and sisters.”
Mo Yong-hui’s six children.
Two of them died, but the rest returned.
It was the position they should have taken.
But I can’t put it down.
“I will ask you.”
“Shouldn’t I be gone?”
Mo Yonghui had her eyes closed.
“No.”
“Father!”
“The family name is something that must be respected.”
“Father-!”
It’s frustrating.
“There is no organization without discipline.”
“… … then.”
“The bastard became the head of state. Then what about the next one?”
Mo Yonghwi opened his eyes.
“In the next generation, and in the next generation, the bastard or colleague may try to revolt against the family.”
“Discipline is like that. Something that must not be broken, something that must be protected.”
Mo Yong-hoo clenched his fists.
He is such a person.
Someone like you.
This is Sega’s fatal worldview.
That’s why it was the same when I had to unseal Partizan.
-The five generations were greatly favored by silver. Now is the time to pay it back.
He said he would even sacrifice himself if necessary.
“Father… .”
“I am no longer an idiot.”
Mo Yong-hoo raised his head.
The door opens.
“Me too. Whoa.”
The voice continues.
“I’m no longer a moyong either.”
Everyone is familiar.
-after. Did you eat?
Your belly is different.
However, they treated me without discrimination.
Even if they can’t sing according to the family, they are brothers and sisters.
“Now you are the only one who has the deficit of Moyong.”
If I had let him die, it wouldn’t have been a problem for Mo Yong-hoo to become the head of the household.
But the frozen ones are back.
The family members must follow the family gyu and set an example for it.
“We… .”
Mo Yong-hui and his children stood looking at Mo Yong-hu.
“I will abolish Danjeon by myself and leave Moyong.”
“… … !”“
You did a great job. Therefore, you who guarded the gasols are leaving.”
Mo Yong-hoo raised his eyes.
Mo Yong-hui directly abolished Mo Yong-hu’s danjeon.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t sad and resentful.
Nevertheless, Mo Yonghu worked for the family.
There was a reason they wanted to live, but it was because they knew that the warmth they showed them as a child was not a lie.
“Since Dandan was stolen from you, we should be taken too.”
They raised their swords.
“Oh, no… .”
Mo Yonghu finally came to his senses and tried to stop them.
But it was so sudden.
As Mo Yong-hu, who can’t use martial arts, it was almost impossible to block the movements of the masters above the Hyun-gyeong level at the same time.
The blades point towards their belly.
It stopped at the same time.
The trembling body and blades seemed to show how serious they were.
“Pass.”
A man with languid eyes and a beautiful woman with ice were standing there.
“Congratulations. Moyong will be able to keep going well in the future.”
“Why did you do that?”
Partizan speaks displeasedly.
“Did you need to do a useless play?”
I was talking about what happened after Mo Yong-hu.
It was something that Mo Yong-hoo wanted, but there was no obligation to let it go.
“To understand Sega.”
Sega is different from the clan.
The concept of blood relatives.
‘Family.’
I was curious about that blurry concept.
The emotions that started wriggling in my heart from some bird.
It’s safe to say that it was just a momentary curiosity.
The results were not bad.
To yourself.
“Thanks, it’s good. I just became the master of the world. I didn’t win the hearts of all those people.”
It was easy because they originally worshiped blood horses, and other sects crushed them by force, paving the way for their lives, and serving as a home for the nobles.
The shaman is together to remember the history, and Haomun was originally a group that worshiped Jincheon.
But this Sega is different.
Having a family.
I wanted to feel what it was.
“Now I can use it properly.”
Also, it’s a great way to take advantage of them if they’re genuinely following someone.
Ten days have passed since Mo Yong Sega melted from the ice.
“Nice to meet you.”
Little by little, Mo Yong-hoo was also accepted.
There was no more time.
The world began to shake.
“Four generations.”
There was a visitor knocking on the door outside.