Chapter 13: Set Course North-westward

A-Qing was shocked.

Her kindness had turned into bubbles and vanished.

Perhaps this was how the prince who saw the Little Mermaid turn into black bubbles felt like he would rather turn into bubbles himself and disappear.

“Oh, is this how our little brat is? When you're hungry, I'm a pretty noona who buys you food, but when you're full, I'm ugly? Aang?”

“……Tsk. Noona my ass. You're funny.”

“I apologize, Master. She wasn't originally like this, but since last year, she's been a bit off, why is she like this. Oh my.”

Last year? Then fifteen. Eighth grade.

A-Qing understood.

Adolescence is understandable. Of course.

But the mother had something to say.

“She suddenly doesn't listen to me, and if she just didn't listen, it would be fine, but she always tries to do what she's told not to do. Well, I guess she has reason to hate her mother. A bitch who has nothing to pass down, who couldn't even give birth to a healthy body……”

“Ah! Stop saying that! It's really annoying!”

Jin Jangmyeong shouted and ran up the stairs.

Thanks to this, only A-Qing, who was left alone with the heartbroken mother, became embarrassed.

“Uh……. Well. Would you like a drink?”

“Then, I'll have just one drink without shame……”

“Oh my, it must be hard for you.”

“It's not hard. It's my fault that my child is pitiful, that's why it's like this. Just ordinary, not even that.”

Yang Sowol raised her glass with a sad expression.

She drank the glass with a familiar gesture full of sorrow, and then covered her mouth and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

Yang Sowol lowered her voice with a firm expression.

“Hey, Master.”

“Yes?”

“Be careful. There's poison in the alcohol.”

“Huh?”

Yang Sowol slightly revealed her handkerchief.

It was wet with the alcohol she had pretended to drink and spat out.

A-Qing looked alternately at the handkerchief and the glass, then quickly drank the alcohol.

“Master!? How!?”

“Ugh. It's killer. Oh my, it sticks to my mouth.”

A spicy taste rising faintly in the aftertaste.

Even in the midst of the numbness that paralyzed her mouth, there was a clear, burning spiciness.

The numbing taste is Ma. The spicy taste is La.

Combined, it's Mala flavor!

The taste that the Korean people love the most.

The taste that our ancestors have enjoyed since ancient times.

It was even a traditional taste drawn on the watermelon road.

Is this…… not the intended taste?

I thought the alcohol would also have a Mala flavor since it's from the original Mala restaurant.

To think it wasn't a restaurant that does Mala well!

“I'm fine because of my constitution.”

When making her character, A-Qing followed the recommendations.

She distributed ability points, chose her fate.

And she chose her constitution.

The constitution A-Qing chose was Blood Poison Immunity.

A-Qing didn't know because she hadn't actually played the main game, but the original AI of Murim Life and Death Saga actively used poison, and the UI was also quite inconvenient.

There were over ten kinds of antidotes that were expensive, and with only four quick slots, getting poisoned once or twice was so annoying.

Blood Poison Immunity was a constitution that provided immunity to all poisons.

That was the reason why people recommended Blood Poison Immunity instead of cheat constitutions like Heavenly Gifted Body, Natural Body, or Nine Yin Blood.

So A-Qing was also free from poisoning.

It was the secret that allowed her to survive in Murim and live by picking grass and mushrooms, and picking up food waste to eat.

A-Qing's survival was thus the result of the veteran players of the Murim Life and Death Saga community, who put their hearts and souls into making things easier for newbies.

The miracle that A-Qing could read, write, and communicate with the natives was the greatness of the Korean language patch.

The goodwill of those who simply wanted the game they enjoyed to be more exciting, and for more people to enjoy it!

That goodwill allowed the current A-Qing to live and breathe!

A-Qing thought, trembling anew.

Fuck, I won't leave the guy who recommended this game alone. Really.

A-Qing jumped up from her seat.

It was time to fuck someone up.

Having someone to fuck up and a reason to do so, how happy was that?

“Waiter!”

“Ah, customer! Coming!”

The waiter ran out with a happy expression.

A rich customer was the waiter's joy.

But that was only for a moment.

The waiter's face was filled with sadness.

Because anyone would be saddened when the tip of a knife touched their neck.

“You dare poison my drink? You're dead today. When you get to hell and your parents ask, tell them you went up early for messing with alcohol.”

A-Qing lowered her voice.

“Oh my, customer! No! It wasn't me!”

“Not you? Then who was it?”

“That's……”

A-Qing looked at the waiter's karma.

The number was 42. Unfortunately, it was good karma.

Why does a waiter have such high good karma?

Did he feed the neighborhood beggars or something?

A-Qing is generous to good people.

“Okay. I'll believe it wasn't you. Who ordered you?”

“Oh my, that's……”

“Did the alcohol get bored and turn into poison? Or was the person who made the alcohol so bored that they put poison in a bottle and sold it for someone to die?”

The waiter looked around.

This time, A-Qing offered a carrot.

“You look like a nice waiter. So I believe you. So there must be someone who ordered you, right?”

Of course, there are no waiters with bad impressions.

Even if there were, it would only be an innkeeper's son who was angry at the unreasonable labor.

“S, spare me! I just……”

“Ugh, I'm angry! My hands shake when I get angry! What if an innocent waiter's neck gets cut off!”

“Spare, spare me!”

“No, I won't spare you, I have no intention of sparing you. Tell me quickly.”

The waiter whimpered.

A-Qing didn't want to see the hot tears of a middle-aged man.

“Die! You bastards who mess with food! My Moonlight Sword is hungry!”

A-Qing kicked off the ground and flew through the air.

Towards the men who had only a few shabby dumplings on their plate in a secluded corner of the inn.

A head soared into the sky, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

A-Qing smiled at the warmth that soaked her body, and continued her sword attack towards the alcohol's enemies.

As expected of petty people who only use poison, their skills were terrible.

Three corpses and one soon-to-be corpse remained.

The man clutching his stomach spat out blood and said.

“How did you know……?”

“Well, everyone was watching with excitement, but only you guys were looking around nervously.”

The man asked back with a dumbfounded expression.

“That's all? Or what were you going to do……”

“Well, even if it wasn't, you were destined to die by the sword anyway. You guys did a lot of bad things, didn't you? If I'm right, revenge is successful. If I'm wrong, it's garbage disposal.”

They were guys who had accumulated a lot of bad karma.

If they weren't the culprits, then it was a good deed.

It was a structure where A-Qing didn't lose anything at all.

“So, what's the poison I ate?”

“Keuk, you think I'll tell you that? Now that it's come to this?”

“Then I won't ask.”

I asked because it tasted good, but what can I do if they don't want to tell me.

Goodbye, my Mala sauce.

A-Qing didn't expect an answer either.

She thought it would come out anyway when they died.

A-Qing raised her sword.

“When you go to hell and they ask why you came.”

“I'll say I came to fuck your mom.”

He was full of malice even though he was dying.

A-Qing sighed and swung her Moonlight Sword (6th).

“Keuhuk? Keuk, keuk……”

If you cut the trachea instead of the arteries, the person can't speak.

The man clutched his neck, and then clutched his stomach as his intestines spilled out.

Then he realized why people have two hands.

“Now, you see? He insulted my mom. Let him die. If you touch him, it means you want to have a nice little sword fight with me.”

A-Qing looked around and threatened them without hiding her bright smile.

But this is strange.

But what's this, why is everyone's karma like this?

Is this an inn where bad guys have a gathering?

If I set it on fire, I'll get a lot of good karma.

But A-Qing wasn't a crazy bitch who would shout about punishing evil immediately and draw her sword at the sight of a bad guy.

She just thought it was okay to do anything to evil people.

Well, first things first.

A-Qing hummed and searched the bodies.

They were all poor because they were just eating dumplings.

Instead, she found various miscellaneous items.

A few small porcelain bottles, a bag containing powder. And so on.

A-Qing, who returned to her seat after diligently collecting everything, met Yang Sowol's eyes that were darting around.

A-Qing realized her mistake. Oops.

“Waiter, bring me some water for washing up.”

It feels good to be covered in blood.

It's common sense, but some unfortunate people are afraid of blood itself.

Then they can overcome it with blood sausage soup.

But is there blood sausage soup in Murim?

I want to eat blood sausage soup.

A-Qing, who had naturally thought about food, tilted the bottle.

Another drink to celebrate a fruitful day's work.

A drink while watching the villain steadily lose their life.

The alcohol goes down smoothly with good side dishes.

Yang Sowol couldn't come to her senses.

Actually, there are few real female martial artists in Murim.

That was the case if you excluded the women who came out with pretty weapons and fancy clothes.

Actually, traveling in Murim was a hardship that you couldn't bear twice as a woman.

It's called a martial artist, but in reality, it's a wanderer.

How good of a situation is it to be a wanderer outside?

Eating, sleeping, and shitting outside, just breathing itself, can be seen as a disgrace to a woman.

The female martial artists of prestigious families could enjoy it like a trip, bringing servants and riding in carriages.

There are also daughters from rich families who enjoy acting like martial artists.

Female wanderers without money or background called those women out for playing at being Martial Artists.

Yang Sowol was from the Divine Maiden Sect of Mount Wu, and she despised those women who came out to role-play as Martial Artists.

So she had a favorable impression of A-Qing.

She was also grateful to her as a mother for treating her child kindly.

Originally, 'real' female martial artists were rough.

If you laughed among men, you would be easily underestimated.

Being underestimated in Murim was like half-giving up your life.

But there's a limit to being rough.

This was like a crazy person.

Looking at A-Qing finally washing her face in the basin that was brought out, Yang Sowol made up her mind.

I shouldn't get involved with this child.

However, that resolve didn't last even a day.