Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation 15: Three Lives Presented by the Earth Demon (5)
Seol-Hwi had felt something different when he used his martial arts this time. His body didnāt move by his own will; instead, it mimicked the movements he had learned. Oh Ma, who Seol-Hwi thought he couldnāt win against, fell in a matter of moments.
Despite that, he was more worried about his own life than taking this manās life. His health and internal energy were utterly exhausted. As the adrenaline subsided, it felt like his whole body was screaming at him. His internal wounds prevented him from breathing properly, and he didnāt even have the strength to stand back up.
āI donāt have time.ā He had to moveāif someone else arrived, he was dead for sure.
āAh.ā One glance was enough to know that Oh Maās medicine wasnāt typical. They had to be gathered from inside this arena. In addition, he had six whole bamboo plaques on him.
I see. The Toolbox rejected the bamboo plaques as if attempting to exclude anything that could disrupt the flow of life. Of course, he didnāt forget to put the other items in the Toolbox.
In any case, didnāt this mean heād met the testās passing conditions?
āLetās change places for now.ā Seol-Hwi hurriedly pulled himself out of the yellow-roofed building.
After the long night came the sun. Seol-Hwi had holed up in one of the buildings on the side of the canyon, despite using a potion to fully recover his health. He wanted to avoid being cornered for his loot.
Seol-Hwi pondered his next move. Fortunately, he had details on the items left by Oh Ma to make a more detailed plan.
So these kinds of medicines are all around here?
Seol-Hwi thought about using them but shortly abandoned the idea. He knew that if he didnāt use them and then died, all the items he acquired would be lost. But even if he used them, heād still remember the martial arts he learned.
The skill was cleanly imprinted in Seol-Hwiās mind without any need for further action on his part.
He knew that the more he learned, the better off he was and that this system was constantly analyzing him.
Seol-Hwi recalled the fight with Oh Ma. The status window only activated when it found a gap. Just when he saw a golden opportunity, the status window had appeared, allowing him to kill Oh Ma.
If used well, it could be immensely helpful to me. Like so, it wouldnāt be a dream to reach the position he needed.
Seol-Hwi decided it was time to move on.
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āUh?ā He could feel energy coming from the entrance. It wasnāt a natural phenomenon, which was strange. Seol-Hwi decided to approach to a safe distance.
It had been a while since Seol-Hwi had seen this.
Seol-Hwi thought deeply about how to use the save system most effectively.
In the end, Seol-Hwi left without saving. He didnāt regret itāhe had no idea if heād get another chance or if this was the last, but it felt right. If he died again, he would come here and get all the treasures.
āHm?ā The man watched Seol-Hwi lay down the bamboo plaques with wide eyes.
āIs there a problem?ā
The instructorās face shifted subtly, but he took the plaques without comment.
āChoose the next one.ā
Speech, Writing, and Judgement.
Iāll have to go through all of them.
āSpeech.ā Seol-Hwi pointed to the one directly in front of them.
The instructor held it out and pointed to the back. āOver there.ā
2nd door from the right, right next to the door heād entered first. As Seol-Hwi moved towards it, a thought occurred to him.
Why am I not seeing the others? He thought he would see at least a few people moving around in the lobby, but there was not a single person to be found.
Well, I just need to take my tests.
Speech.
He wondered what awaited him.
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The door revealed a set of stairs leading to a small basement room.
āWhat trash.ā As soon as Seol-Hwi opened the door, he was struck by profanity. A middle-aged man with ragged attire and curly, shoulder-length hair sat cross-legged near a desk.
A strong warrior! Seol-Hwiās face hardened. The man made his stomach churn in fearāit wasnāt just his demeanor and clothing that shocked him.
That! The number over his head.
āWhat are you looking at, bastard?ā The man spat cuss words every time he spoke. It made Seol-Hwi feel sick, but he couldnāt say anything about it.
āI came here to take the test.ā
The man didnāt answer.
āI cameāā
āSay it one more time and you are dead.ā
Seol-Hwi went silent. What should I do? His opponentās energy could threaten his life, but he couldnāt just walk away. Failure to pass meant immediate disqualification, even if this man refused to talk.
What should I do�
Seol-Hwi slowly walked around the room. There was a closet, made of what looked like iron, with three compartments. The roomās ceiling was flat. There was a bookshelf behind the desk the man sat at, but it held no books. There was a table next to the man with a porcelain bowl lying on it.
Seol-Hwi moved to the closet. He looked over just in case, but the middle-aged man didnāt stop him. He didnāt seem interested in anything. In the first compartment, he found crumpled pieces of paper and neat sheets of paper for writing. There was nothing in the second compartment; the third compartment had a dry brush and an inkstone.
Seol-Hwi went over to the table with the bowl and realized there was a piece of paper, too. He picked it up, carefully watching the manās reaction.
Oh? The paperās contents were being displayed on the Status Window.
Seol-Hwi was struggling to decide because the intent of the question was unclear. There was also , unusually.
An ambush would be reckless. Talking to them is also dangerous⦠Itās better to wait for the captain to come, then.