Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 511

**Chapter 511 The Lazy Goes to the Demon Cult (1)**

Isn’t there a saying that goes?

That heroes face adversities.

There is no hero who hasn’t gone through hardships. Thinking about it the other way around, adversities are an indispensable requirement for forging a hero.

But tell me, have you ever thought about this?

If you had known about those adversities in advance, would you still have taken the path of the hero?

Yes, maybe you would have. If the difficulties weren’t so terrible, of course.

But I assure you: if Wei Yanho had known what awaited him, he would never have gone to the Demon Cult.

He wouldn’t even have looked in the direction of Xinjiang.

Nor would he have gone to Nara. Because what awaited him was too cruel.

Hmm…

Yes, the result would have been the same.

It was something that couldn’t be avoided, even if he had locked himself in his room, covering his eyes and ears.

Yes, it was his destiny.

The destiny that only Wei Yanho had to suffer.

It was at that moment that I also understood for the first time how cruelly a person’s destiny can be twisted.

What happened?

Listen.

Because I’m also curious to know what expression you’ll have when you hear this story to the end.

* * *

Jo Weigang was an ordinary man.

I don’t know exactly what standard to use to define “ordinary,” but anyone who knew him would agree that he was an ordinary man.

He wasn’t someone who had complaints about his life.

He had a modest, though not particularly beautiful, wife and two adorable children.

He also ran an inn in a remote area that, although it didn’t receive many customers, generated enough income to support his family without problems.

The only point of concern was that, being in such a remote place, bandits occasionally appeared.

In an area where the government’s influence was limited, encountering bandits was equivalent to death.

But Jo Weigang wasn’t too worried.

As remote as this place was, it was still part of Gansu, and it was unlikely that bandits would venture so far in. If they did come to loot as far as Gansu, the government would undoubtedly launch a major operation to eliminate them.

So he just had to live as always.

That’s what he thought. Until just an hour ago.

But today, Jo Weigang confirmed that life doesn’t always turn out the way one plans.

“So?”

Jo Weigang looked with trembling eyes at the man in front of him.

The man’s shaved head shone under the light coming through the window. In any other circumstance, it would have been a comical scene, but Jo Weigang couldn’t laugh.

To begin with, the tattoo of a snake in the center of that shaved head was terrifying, and the man’s face, full of scars, made him tremble with fear.

“You don’t have money?”

“S-sir…”

Jo Weigang prostrated himself on the ground.

“What money could an inn in such a remote place have? Besides, all we’ve earned recently we used to buy provisions. The only thing we have here are ingredients for cooking.”

“I see.”

*Shhhhk.*

From the sheath on the man’s waist came a large saber.

Jo Weigang’s eyes began to shake uncontrollably at the sight of it.

“The excuse of not having money already bores me. And everyone who used it ended up the same, so it doesn’t even surprise me anymore.”

“He he he he.”

“With others, maybe that excuse would have worked. But we, the Green Snake Sect, don’t listen to excuses.”

Upon hearing “Green Snake Sect,” Jo Weigang began to tremble.

‘W-what are they doing here?’

Even in Gansu, the name of the Green Snake Sect was known. They were a band of bandits that appeared on the road between Gansu and Xinjiang, so cruel that everyone feared them.

But their territory of activity was hundreds of *li* from here. Why would they have come to his inn?

“You don’t have money… Not bad, not bad. In this world, there are many things that can replace money. For example…”

When the bald man’s eyes fell on Jo Weigang’s wife, who was trembling in a corner, he shouted in terror:

“S-sir, please forgive me! I’ll do whatever it takes to get money! Just give me a few days!”

“A few days… Do you think you have a tomorrow?”

A mocking laugh fell on Jo Weigang’s back, prostrated on the ground.

“Don’t worry. We also have a conscience. What man could bear to see his wife being taken away? Rest in peace in the other world.”

*Ting.*

The jingle on the tip of the saber sounded softly. Jo Weigang closed his eyes tightly.

‘Demons…’

If he died like this, he wouldn’t be able to close his eyes in peace. How could he do it without knowing what would happen to his family? Heaven was unfair! How could it give such a cruel death to someone who had lived without committing sins?

Just when Jo Weigang was about to shout in rage, the door burst open.

“Aaaah! Why is there so much dust here?”

“Get out of the way! I’m getting sand in my mouth!”

“Food! Food! Food!”

“How noisy! Bastards!”

It was an incredible racket.

Jo Weigang raised his head with a stunned look. The door of the inn opened, and a group of men wrapped in thick layers rushed in.

Then, upon seeing the situation inside, they all tilted their heads to one side at the same time.

“Hey, what’s going on here?”

“Bandits?”

“Bandits?”

The man at the front frowned as he scrutinized the interior.

“Just bandits like that? They could be innocent people.”

“Look at how they look, look. It even says on their faces that they’re bandits.”

“How do you judge their profession by their appearance? You look like a beggar, so… Ah, yes. It seems they are bandits.”

“This guy?”

The leader of the group looked at the bandits and clicked his tongue.

“Wow, that one has a tattoo on his head. Father, look at this. He has a snake on his head!”

“…You don’t judge people by their appearance.”

The atmosphere became strange in an instant.

A vein popped out on the bald man’s forehead.

“How dare you!”

The bald man, Makcheol, brandished his saber and turned around. When had he ever faced such an absurd situation?

“They say there are many madmen in the world, but today I’m seeing it for myself! Since you’re seeking death, don’t blame me when you die!”

His shout echoed in the inn, but apparently, these guys had hearing problems.

“What do you want to eat?”

“I want noodles. Do you have beef noodles here?”

“What beef noodles, beggar? Simple noodle soup is enough!”

“Don’t beggars have mouths? Don’t they have mouths?”

“I want wonton.”

“I’d like to try the jiaozi first. But before that, I’d like a glass of fresh water.”

Makcheol’s eyes rolled.

“How dare you treat me like this! I’m Makcheol from the Green Snake Sect!”

The leader of the group turned his head back.

“He says he’s Makcheol from the Green Snake Sect?”

“I don’t know.”

“How do you not know? You should know.”

“How am I going to worry about those small groups? I’ve heard of the Green Snake Sect, but not of Makcheol. But… Mr. Innkeeper, do you have beef noodles here?”

The innkeeper, that is, Jo Weigang, was completely lost.

‘Who are these people?’

Anyone with eyes could see how the situation was, but they were acting too calmly.

He couldn’t tell them to run away, so he hesitated. Then, the leader of the group took off the cloak that covered his head.

“Can you bathe here?”

“…”

A lifetime running an inn. Although he knew it wasn’t the time, his body reacted instinctively.

“Y-yes, of course you can… But…”

Jo Weigang glanced surreptitiously at Makcheol. The green snake tattooed on his head was moving menacingly. If he said anything more, not a whole bone would be left of him.

“Well, first we have to eat.”

The leader of the group turned his head and looked at Makcheol.

“What do you want to do?”

“…Are you asking me?”

“Huh?”

Makcheol couldn’t believe what was happening.

‘What kind of insect is this?’

In ten years, he hadn’t seen such a defiant look. Even the bravest trembled at the sight of his appearance and couldn’t speak properly.

But this guy, as if he had a swollen liver, was looking at him calmly and speaking to him without fear.

“What do you mean by ‘what do you want to do’?”

“Do you prefer to go out on your own and hit your head against the ground, or should I drag you outside and do it for you?”

Makcheol let out a mocking laugh.

“You’re crazy…”

“It seems you don’t want to go out on your own.”

The man cut off Makcheol’s words and walked towards him indifferently. Before Makcheol could say anything more, he unsheathed his sword and hit his head with the scabbard.

“Gyaaaaaaaah!”

An unnatural scream burst into the air.

Makcheol grabbed his head and rolled on the ground.

“Aah! Aaaaah! Aaaaah!”

In his life as a bandit, he was sometimes injured. He had been pierced by arrows and had his belly cut open with swords. The scars on his face were proof of how many times he had escaped death.

But I swear he had never felt such pain.

Just one blow to the head, and he felt such intense pain that his whole body was shaking.

What the hell had he done?

The man clicked his tongue.

“So big, but how exaggerated.”

The man, Wei Yanho, turned his head and looked at Wei Jeonghan.

“What do we do?”

“The Green Snake Sect… I’ve heard of them. They take advantage of the lack of authority on the border with the Demon Cult to loot people. They’re ruthless bastards.”

Wei Jeonghan’s judgment was simple.

“In this world, there’s trash that’s useless alive. Eliminating them is also the duty of a martial artist.”

“Did you hear?”

Wei Yanho grabbed Makcheol by the neck and lifted him up. Then, he looked at his face and smiled.

“The price of your sins sometimes comes when you least expect it.”

Although his voice sounded playful, his eyes weren’t smiling at all. Upon looking into Wei Yanho’s eyes, Makcheol wet his pants.

“Hang all these guys outside.”

As soon as Wei Yanho finished speaking, Jangil and the others began to move. The bandits, realizing that the situation had turned against them, tried to flee, but it was impossible to escape from Jangil and his group.

“Aaaah!”

“P-pardon… Mercy!”

The inn turned into chaos in an instant.

The fearsome bandits of Gansu began to be torn apart like rabbits in front of a tiger.

“Eh…?”

Jo Weigang blinked, incredulous, at the scene.

Then, the man holding Makcheol by the neck approached him and said:

“Hey.”

“Y-yes?”

“Do you have beef noodles here?”

“…”.

Yes.

Of course, sir.