Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 375

**Chapter 375: The Loafer Realizes (5)**

“Join?”

“Yes, join.”

“……”

Wei Sanho looked at the Insane Demon in disbelief.

“A joke in this situation? Are you underestimating me?”

“I regret you think so. It wasn’t my intention.”

Insane Demon smiled:

“What’s the point of bringing someone like me into the Demon Cult?”

“The Cult welcomes those who join. Someone with your talent joining the will of heaven… who would oppose? Everyone would be happy. Increasing the number of followers has more value than taking a life. They aren’t so foolish as to not know that.”

Rainwater streamed down Wei Sanho’s face.

His eyes didn’t leave the Insane Demon’s, trying to see the truth.

But it was difficult to read the mind of such an experienced demon.

“What’s your answer? I’m busy.”

Wei Sanho sighed:

The answer was already decided.

“That’s nonsense.”

“…Unexpected.”

Insane Demon looked at Wei Sanho in surprise:

“Didn’t you say you wanted to save your little brother? You don’t think you can defeat me and save your brother just because I’m tired, do you?”

Wei Sanho already knew the answer. He couldn’t defeat the Insane Demon without help. Just standing in front of him caused overwhelming pressure.

“I’m not that stupid.”

“And yet you reject my proposal? You want to die with him? That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard.”

Wei Sanho smiled:

“Perhaps.”

“Why is such a smart guy so dumb? You don’t seem so dumb. Wei Sanho, the Demon-Expelling Sword, is a name I’ve heard. But it’s surprising that such a swordsman is so stupid…”

“It’s not stupidity.”

Insane Demon stared at Wei Sanho.

“It’s because I know it’s better to die together than to leave him alone. If I were to go with you to save him, do you really think Yanho would thank me and bow? Maybe on the outside, he’d shout to save him or kill him, but inside, he’d writhe in pain. Sometimes, that’s worse than death.”

“Hmm…”

Insane Demon looked at Wei Sanho in surprise:

“A touching brotherly love. But there’s no denying you’re foolish.”

“Think what you want.”

Wei Sanho raised his sword. No matter what he said, Insane Demon would never understand.

After losing Wei Yanho because of his mistake, he had lived in hell. It wasn’t a life. He couldn’t make Wei Yanho go through that.

It’s better to live than to die, but that’s not always true.

“They really are the same.”

Insane Demon murmured:

Having exceptional power but being carried away by emotions, not seeing reality, and dreaming of ideals… it reminds me of someone from the past.

“Brothers… yes, brothers are important. How about I add something else?”

“Something else?”

Wei Sanho looked at Insane Demon with a dazed expression.

It wasn’t because of his words.

It was because a complex expression appeared on Insane Demon’s face.

“I’ll reveal a truth to you. If your decision doesn’t change after hearing it, I’ll have no choice but to kill you.”

Insane Demon spoke slowly:

“Damn it!”

Jangil felt his own powerlessness.

‘Difference? Gap? This crazy!’

To say he couldn’t surpass Wei Yanho because he was too strong? He couldn’t even handle a demon.

It was the same as saying he wouldn’t walk because he couldn’t.

“Aaaaaah!”

Jangil screamed in rage as he attacked the demon. He thought he had never used the Roaring Dragon Eighteen Postures with such force.

But it didn’t work.

Jangil realized. He had never faced an obstacle he had to overcome as a warrior. Even when fighting stronger opponents, his life had never been in danger, and he didn’t suffer great harm from losing.

He had never fought with all his might to overcome something when losing meant death.

‘When did the difference become so great?’

At first, his goal wasn’t Wei Yanho, but Wei Sanho. Wei Sanho, the Demon-Expelling Sword, was everyone’s idol and goal. Although he complained, he never thought the difference between him and Wei Sanho was so great.

But now he knew.

The difference between him, who had grown up in a protected environment, and Wei Sanho, who had experienced countless battles chasing demons. That small gap had become immense.

That tormented him.

Just because he had taken easier paths, he couldn’t help in this situation. He couldn’t do anything even if Wei Yanho and Wei Sanho died in front of him. Just because he was blocked by this nameless demon.

What situation could be worse for a warrior?

Tears of blood welled up in Jangil’s eyes.

His despair was such that even the demon blocking him couldn’t mock him.

He would normally mock a crying beggar, but since he was human, he couldn’t mock that scene.

“Get out of the way!”

“Kuh!”

The expression of the demon blocking the Roaring Dragon Eighteen Postures began to distort.

‘This guy… who is he?’

Normally, excitement prevents the use of full strength. But this guy was getting stronger and more precise. What he had easily blocked before now required effort.

And at that moment…

“Aaaaaah!”

Peng Dogeuk’s power, from the side, swirled like a storm.

“Kuh!”

“Huk!”

The demon and Jangil staggered back. Peng Dogeuk’s power was threatening. It was something Jangil could never have done with his ability.

The power flickered, and Peng Dogeuk, who reappeared, barely stood. His face was pale from using all his internal energy.

But his expression was still furious.

Had he also felt powerless like Jangil? His expression didn’t change.

Jangil stepped back and took a deep breath.

The demons were only blocking, not attacking.

‘Damn it.’

The rain continued to fall into his eyes. Jangil wiped his eyes.

How many people had died feeling like this?

He seemed to understand how terrible the war against the Demon Cult was.

Knowledge cannot live unless it is incorporated into the body. That was Jangil’s misfortune.

A strange silence took over the place.

They knew they couldn’t change the situation, so they had to find something new. The demons didn’t need to exert themselves unless they attacked.

Everyone looked at Wei Sanho. And at that moment, Wei Sanho staggered.

“Do you know the Supreme Leader?”

“…Is there anyone who doesn’t know him?”

“You know him. Of course, you should know him.”

Wei Sanho felt a discrepancy. Wei Sanho’s “know” and the Insane Demon’s “know” had different meanings.

No one in the martial world could not know the name of the Supreme Leader. He was the leader of the Demon Cult who had invaded the martial world.

How could they not know the leader of the Demon Cult, who had made all the warriors of the world tremble?

But the Insane Demon’s tone was different.

Insane Demon seemed to be saying that he couldn’t not know the name of the Supreme Leader.

“How much do you know about the Supreme Leader?”

“…How much?”

Wei Sanho didn’t understand the Insane Demon.

What did he want to say?

What did it matter what he knew about the former leader of the Demon Cult?

As if understanding his thoughts, Insane Demon smiled:

“The Supreme Leader was extremely powerful. He led us. But in the end, he collapsed at the moment when everything was about to be completed. Otherwise, the world would already be under the control of the New Doctrine. That’s why we’ve been suffering on the border for so long. We’ve been waiting for someone like the Supreme Leader to appear again, and for the New Doctrine to become famous again.”

Wei Sanho said in disbelief:

“You don’t plan to do it yourself?”

The Insane Demon’s smile deepened:

“Do you know Demonic Blood?”

Wei Sanho frowned:

“It’s a body optimized for demonic martial arts. It’s hereditary. What would take us ten years to achieve, someone with Demonic Blood can do in a year.”

“Is it possible?”

“It’s not about whether it’s possible or not. It’s about whether it exists or not. Demonic Blood exists. The Supreme Leader was the last successor. At least, that’s what I believed until recently.”

‘Until recently?’

That meant a new successor had appeared. That meant…

“The Supreme Leader had a son. A son that not even we knew about. You’ve probably already guessed. The Supreme Leader’s son was given to a man of Central Plains, not to us. And he kept it a secret and raised him as his own son. Until now.”

Wei Sanho’s eyes trembled.

He couldn’t believe it. But he could understand it.

If that was true, everything the Insane Demon had said made sense.

Then…

Wei Sanho looked slowly.

And he looked at Wei Yanho with trembling eyes.

Wei Yanho was collapsed.

The rain was falling on him.

“Could it be that he…”

Insane Demon looked at Wei Sanho and shook his head:

“It’s not him. You are the Demonic Blood, Wei Sanho. No…”

Insane Demon said seriously:

“I should say… Jeok Sanho.”

Thunder rumbled.

As if wanting to hide this terrible truth.