The Priest of Corruption - Chapter 53

laundry.

laundry.

In this world, there were those who transcended the limits of their own race. To be precise, beings that give off power impossible as living things.

After polishing martial arts, those who have gone beyond their limits as living beings. They were referred to as ‘masters’.

In the original game setting, it was a melee-specialized job obtained by reaching a certain level of a melee-type job, but in this world, it was known as a ‘master’.

‘Masters’ are those who search the entire continent, but there are only a handful of people in each country.

My teacher, Pridja, was such a ‘master’.

It’s not just an ordinary ‘master’, but a woman who is both a ‘master’ and a ‘priest’ at the same time. Master was a person who had a reason to be evaluated with four and a half fingers.

The first place where Master and I met was at the laundry. To be precise, the laundry area installed in front of the main altar of Seonghwagyo.

After Sanctus’ death, I set out on a journey to the east in search of the holy relic where my mother’s divinity was sealed. And I finally found a sealed relic.

The problem was that it lay dormant in the sacred reliquary of the Seonghwagyo main body.

At that time, I had a body that was a little stronger than others and my mother’s hands that were still wriggling without being able to speak. I only had two.

The only thing that can be used as a priest of corruption is the basic skill ‘line that the living cannot cross’. The problem was that there was no power to hide with this basic skill. In other words, I was just a normal human whose body was enhanced with drugs. Although it was a bit far from normal at the point of strengthening my body with drugs.

The holy reliquary of the Seonghwagyo main body was not kept under such strict boundaries. Because the keeper of the shrine was none other than my master.

At that time, I honestly did not think that I could break into the reliquary and steal the relic. It was also because he had already heard that the reliquary keeper was a priest who had reached the level of a ‘master’.

However, the situation is too vague to give up and leave in search of another holy relic. It was never an easy story to wander aimlessly in search of the holy relic where the mother’s divinity was sealed somewhere on this vast continent.

In the end, I decided to settle down near the headquarters of Seonghwagyo Church and take every opportunity possible while working on this and that. Fortunately, my body was much stronger than that of ordinary people, and that meant that I was optimal for doing last-ditch work.

However, as an outsider, I was not so welcomed by those living at the edge of the Northern Kingdom. Even more so after rejecting the confession of the general store owner’s daughter.

I couldn’t accept her confession because I was determined to live as a priest of corruption and was planning to leave as soon as I got the holy relic. Besides, the face of the general store’s daughter was not my type at all.

The real problem came after that. Ajumma living nearby started chewing on me every single day. I ended up avoiding that territorial attitude and doing my laundry at the laundry place alone at dawn when no one was there. I couldn’t wear Yuji’s priest’s uniform that I had put in my inventory. Because I didn’t even have the ‘Kwon’ character of authority.

The days when I did laundry in cold water on a cold morning. Then one day I came out to do laundry and ran into Master who came out to do laundry at dawn. Of course, I never dreamed that Master was a relic keeper.

I just sat a little far away and did my laundry while admiring inwardly, ‘You have such a pretty face.’

Of course, I didn’t need another word to do the laundry. That day, Master and I parted ways without exchanging words. Just doing each other’s laundry.

After that, I occasionally bumped into Master when she came out to do laundry. Unlike me, who does a little bit of laundry every day, Master came out to do laundry only when the laundry was piled up in a colander.

Of course, I always finished quickly because the amount of laundry was small.

Then one day. Master spoke to me first.

“excuse me···.”

The suggestion that followed was simple. I’ll reward you moderately, so after you’ve done the laundry, I’ll ask you to do some of your own laundry. It was a chore to do all day anyway, so I quickly accepted the offer.

At the same time, the distance of work that fell on me was gradually decreasing due to the checks of the neighborhood aunts.

When Master Prydiya saw the laundry I had done, she nodded her head in satisfaction, then held up a colander and gestured to me to follow. I chased after Master.

A spacious house built next to the sacred reliquary. Master Pridja lived there.

It was only then that I realized that my early morning laundry friend was a rumored “master” keeper.

But knowing that fact didn’t change anything. Besides, to be honest, at that time, I received a really undeserved silver coin from Master for the laundry, so I didn’t have time to think about finding the holy relic. Of course, when I returned to the run-down house, my mother’s hand wriggling wildly in my pocket reminded me of the need to find the relic.

That’s how Master and I came to terms with the strange laundry consignment business. I waited for the day Master would come to do the laundry. In anticipation of a silver coin almost free.

From one day, Master suddenly stopped asking me to do laundry. Eventually, I couldn’t stand it and asked Master very carefully. Why don’t you ask me to do laundry anymore? Master shrugged and answered lightly.

“I’m out of money.”

That day, I vented my anger toward the Seonghwa Church for not paying enough money to the keeper of the relics. Later, I found out that Master had no money because Master had never asked for money from the Seonghwagyo main body. The silver coin he gave me was money left behind by a former reliquary keeper.

I let out a deep sigh, deeply regretful about the missing extra income, and reached out my hand to ask for laundry from Master. It was me who had nothing to do until I went home and went to work anyway.

At my gesture, Master tilted her head and asked.

“why?”

I just smiled, squatted down next to it, and answered while taking out the laundry.

“I’ve got the money. I don’t have anything to do when I go home anyway.”

Master was the only person near the Seonghwagyo headquarters who treated me without prejudice. That was reason enough for me to help her with the laundry. In addition, the value of the silver coins I usually received was money that I could ask for hundreds of times more for laundry.

As usual, when the laundry was finished, Master thought deeply about something and disappeared holding the laundry basket. and after a few days Master suggested it to me.

“Would you like to learn a sword from me? Instead, keep helping me with the laundry.”

It was an oddity. This was a real gimmick. A small miracle at the laundry. I was so surprised that I asked.

“Yeah? What the hell is that…”

“Don’t hate it.”

“Good! So good!!!”

Swordsmanship training received directly from the ‘master’. Training in systematic weapon techniques has always required a lot of money, and I had no good way to earn that money.

I even thought about working as a lucrative mercenary, but I knew better than anyone else that my body’s regenerative power would definitely jump out in a life-or-death battle, and that people around me would never stand idly by. Maybe you’ll find out your identity as a worshiper of evil spirits.

Master said that she would provide education on the expensive weapon skills by simply helping with the laundry. Of course, after formally establishing a relationship between master and disciple, I did most of the housework by myself.

A martial art taught by a ‘master’. Just hearing these words makes my heart beat. I thought that the light of day had finally arrived in my life. From now on, only happy laughter will come out of my mouth.

When the training started, the only thing that came out of my mouth was the sound of music. Master’s training was extremely primitive. Expecting the same method as a health trainer’s low PT, from the first day I could only make a sound of pain at Master’s thrashing, beating all over my body with only a wooden sword in hand.

In addition, Master, realizing that my body recovers quickly after being beaten, took the last piece of mercy from the wooden sword in his hand.

Hit and hit and hit again. No, to be precise, the days of repeating housework.

Master seems to have enjoyed beating me up, so he suggested, no, ‘notified’ me that I should live in the house where he lived, since he would provide me with food and a place to sleep.

Of course I didn’t have a choice.

I went through 12 seasons just getting beaten up. During those three years, I couldn’t even learn how to master ‘swordsmanship’. I just learned how to block and cut through the shortest route in order to live by my instincts. If you’re in a hurry, add a little bit of how to punch and kick.

I was beaten and passed out as usual, lying on the floor, looking at the sky and making a firm decision.

Since we’ve already learned enough, let’s secretly sneak up on the castle and run away with the key.

No matter how much I thought about it, I didn’t think I would be able to learn something sharper if I was more correct here. Besides, while I was spending my time without getting anything like this, thinking that the main quest that would determine the fate of this world was rolling in my heart made me feel impatient.

And he had to find Riverkell, who killed Sanctus, and take revenge. Before he, who likes to rampage, dies on the street with no luck.

In the end, I took advantage of Master’s absence, stole the relic and the key, and ran away. He also stole the holy relic with the sealed divinity using that key.

That’s how I got my first power called the ‘Giant of Corruption’.

***

I asked slightly nervously.

“How did you know I was alive?”

Could it be that Master saw through to the truth that I am a worshiper of evil spirits? Master Prydia shrugged lightly and answered.

“Didn’t you know…?”

“yes?”

“Have I beaten you once or twice? If your body recovers more tenaciously than the toughest monster in the world, I wondered if your head would stick together even if it was cut off once.”

Extremely irrational reasoning. I was dumbfounded and asked.

“Did you say that now that you think it makes sense?”

The cold blue eyes curved in a soft curve.

“As I guess, aren’t you alive here like this?”

If you ask me, it’s true, but what is this strange resentment?

“Besides, you were already a rat in a poison.”

Master Pridya took out a piece of paper and showed it. A piece of paper with pictures of bizarre hieroglyphs intertwined like worms.

“Because I asked you to paint your face exactly like this and send out mugshots looking for you.”

With a blank face, I accepted the paper with the bizarre pattern on it.

“Did you really make a wanted poster with this picture?”

“Isn’t that right? They said the request fee wasn’t enough to use people to find them, so they asked me to make and distribute them.”

“You’ve been ripped off. And that’s really bad.”

Master tilted her head.

“I found you like this thanks to making the wanted badge?”

I wanted to ask what the hell was the connection between making the wanted badge and finding me, but I didn’t think I would get an answer that would make me understand.

Master Prydiya smiled and held out her hand to me.

“Disciple. I don’t really care about ‘whatever’ you are, so let’s go back and continue training. I have my own pride, so shouldn’t my disciple become a ‘master’ like me when I start teaching?”

“How long did it take for Master to become a master?”

“me?”

Master was called a genius who could only fly once in 1000 years. Master stretched out her index finger and tapped her lips, then smiled.

“It’s roughly 30 years since I trained without a day off? You’re pretty talented too, so if you roll for another 27 years, you’ll be able to become a ‘master’. Master Lee guarantees you.”

27 years. It was enough time even after everything exploded in the main quest.

I made up my mind to say a stern refusal.

“Master. I…”

Kwaaang!!!

With a fierce crash, two gigantic monsters stood up from the place where the underground arena used to be. A

demon in its true form and a ragged monster with divinity pouring down.

Seeing the sight, I quickly “Shouldn’t you go over there?” Master looked at the monster

,

blinked, and said in a languid voice,

“I ran into a man on the way.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Black Wolf. ” Ansis Baltas. He’ll be going there, so I don’t think I need to go too fast.”