Chapter 2

Ch. 2

Dan Wooseong, King of Fist, accepted the situation.

Dan Wooseong had no choice but to accept the unfolding situation.

Of course, the word "why" kept following him like a tail, which couldn't be helped.

Why was there reincarnation after death, and why was he the Great Young Master of a merchant group rather than a martial artist?

It was something he could neither understand nor discover the cause of.

The incident related to his death was infuriating enough to make his teeth chatter, but the fact that he had reincarnated as someone he had never met in his lifetime was an utterly absurd event.

Fortunately, he had entered Lee Jin-eon's body while maintaining Dan Wooseong's mind and memories.

Only then did Dan Wooseong look at this body that someone else had used from an objective perspective.

Simply put, it was the body of a sick person.

The room was filled with the smell of medicinal herbs mixed with the peculiar musty odor of an invalid.

'A seriously ill bastard embracing women...'

From a martial artist's standpoint, it was hard to understand.

Dan Wooseong, having calmed his mind, carefully read the letters again.

Most of them inquired about Great Young Master Lee Jin-eon's recent circumstances and health, but occasionally they contained content that spoke ill of Lee Jin-eon's younger brothers.

Some letters frequently mentioned alcohol, taverns, and women's names. After reading several letters, he reached this conclusion:

They weren't waiting for Great Young Master Lee Jin-eon's return, but rather for the return of the money that Lee Jin-eon could spend.

'Rotten bastards were surrounding him.'

It couldn't be helped.

As the Great Young Master of the Galaxy Merchant Group, he would have lavishly spent money at drinking parties.

There was nothing more to see in the letters.

Meanwhile, Dan Wooseong became increasingly aware of the problems with Lee Jin-eon's body.

It was truly a body full of problems.

He was an alcoholic and a womanizer, and had given up halfway through learning martial arts.

Even while reading the letters, he experienced dizziness several times—it was a complete disaster.

Dan Wooseong walked unsteadily through the spacious room like a toddler learning to walk and stood in front of the door.

Then a waiting maid opened the door.

When Dan Wooseong emerged from the door with a pale face, the maid naturally supported him as if it were expected.

"Young Master, where are you going..."

Then a physician with completely white hair and quite good build approached with quick steps from the corridor and asked.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

The supporting maid was tense as if her own life would be lost if Lee Jin-eon collapsed, but the approaching physician's expression wasn't like that.

The calm physician's expression contained not worry but rather somewhat surprised emotions.

'How did you get up?'

That kind of atmosphere.

Dan Wooseong didn't understand the physician's expression and glared at him intently. Then the physician quickly bowed his head and avoided his gaze.

Dan Wooseong looked around.

Nowhere could he see anyone like a guard. It seemed that everyone in this residence consisted only of maids and the white-haired physician. He was instinctively checking if there were any masters who might harm him, but except for the physician, he couldn't see any men at all.

Dan Wooseong spoke in a subdued tone.

"I came out for a moment because I felt stuffy. I'm fine, so everyone withdraw."

"Yes."

When the maids hesitated, Dan Wooseong spoke again.

"I'm fine. I need to sleep again, so don't wake me."

"Understood. Please rest comfortably."

Even while speaking, Dan Wooseong wasn't accustomed to his own voice. After Dan Wooseong patted the back of the supporting maid's hand as if to say he was fine, he entered the room alone.

Dan Wooseong sat on the bedding and fell into thought for a moment.

Looking at the physician's expression, he felt his insides boiling with anger. Wrapped in emotions mixed with displeasure and suspicion, he thought he needed to recover his body quickly and then investigate further.

'That bastard physician's expression was like that.'

Right now, he couldn't see anyone in this place who might harm the life of a pitiful invalid, but a physician would be different. He wanted to grab the physician by the hair, drag him over, and interrogate him, but with this level of health, there was a possibility that Dan Wooseong might depart from life first while conducting the interrogation.

Dan Wooseong regulated his breathing several times and then closed his eyes.

From the 'King of Fist's standpoint,' he began to quietly observe this problematic body.

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It wasn't poison.

He took his own pulse and carefully pressed various parts of his muscles and abdomen with his hands.

Above all, the stomach and large intestine were the biggest problems, but truthfully, it wasn't a serious illness. If this level of physical condition made the body feel extreme fatigue, it would be correct to see that Lee Jin-eon had deliberately neglected to care for his body.

First, it was a body soaked in alcohol.

He also lacked energy.

Judging from the powder smell in the room and the weak condition of his lower body, he had excessive relations with women compared to his health.

To this extent, he concluded it was no different from facilitating his own suicide.

Dan Wooseong thought that this kind of bastard needed to be beaten regularly to come to his senses. But who would have beaten the Great Young Master of the successful organization called Galaxy Merchant Group?

Whoever his father was, sending him to this kind of residence for recuperation would have been the best option available.

'I've entered the body of a hopeless bastard.'

But Dan Wooseong was a man with solutions.

That's how he could grow to become the King of Fist from a state with no family, connections, or money.

Dan Wooseong looked into the mirror again and glared at his own face.

It felt like two souls facing each other with the mirror as a medium.

At that moment, Dan Wooseong asked and Lee Jin-eon answered.

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'You really were a hopeless bastard.'

'Wouldn't you be the same?'

'Of course I'm different.'

'What are you planning to do? You might die soon.'

'I have no such intention. I can sufficiently recover from this level with my skills. Not just recovery. I'll show you that even with your pathetic body, I can become the King of Fist.'

'Is that possible?'

'It's possible. A weakling like you just needs to watch. Stop resting now. I'll handle it myself.'

Dan Wooseong in his previous life was truly a rough man with an intense impression and angular features, while Lee Jin-eon was a pretty boy who had never even tried training once.

The smile of King of Fist Dan Wooseong appeared on that delicate face.

It could be said to be the moment when Lee Jin-eon's impression completely changed.

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Regardless of the situation with the Galaxy Merchant Group, which could be called his main family, if he could just recover his martial strength, he could use the merchant group's money as reinforcement to become overwhelmingly stronger than before.

Dan Wooseong first newly entered the White Lightning Ten-Stage Art, which could be considered most familiar to him, and focused on expelling the turbid energy from his body.

If his physical condition had been normal, it would have been good to practice Qi Cultivation for about one hour and then sleep, but since his body was so poor that his physical functions were on the verge of paralysis, the Qi Cultivation was almost like a resurrection ritual.

The dying flame of life began to burn again through the King of Fist's martial way. Dan Wooseong carefully handled and revived that flame, and though weak, a dantian was formed, establishing the foundation for accumulating Inner Qi.

Before he knew it, the sun had risen to its zenith, and only then did he complete the initiation ritual of the White Lightning Ten-Stage Art.

Dan Wooseong exhaled a long breath.

"Whooooo..."

He became hungry with a growling sound, but this was a proper phenomenon. The hangover symptoms disappeared, and his pale complexion returned to something more human-like than at dawn.

Dan Wooseong walked to the desk while clutching his hungry stomach.

There was leftover soup on the desk. After smelling it and stirring it with his hand to check the contents, he discovered that this was absurdly Dragon Phoenix Soup.

'This rotten bastard...'

Dragon Phoenix Soup was made by boiling thin chicken and turtle. If consumed by someone with good health, it had nourishing and strengthening effects. However, if eaten in Lee Jin-eon's physical condition, it was no different from poison. His body was getting weaker and weaker, but at least his lower body would have functioned properly in bed.

Only then did Dan Wooseong recall the white-haired physician's expression. He was truly a detestable bastard to Lee Jin-eon. Even if he hadn't fed him poison, the physician could be said to have encouraged natural death.

On the other hand, a sigh escaped as he realized how foolish the man called Lee Jin-eon had been.

'Don't worry. I'll beat him to death with your hands.'

Dan Wooseong suddenly examined his own hands.

The shape of hands also differed from person to person.

Sometimes the shape of a clenched fist was poor, making it unsuitable for training in fist techniques. The hands of those whose fist surface wasn't flat and whose fingers or knuckles broke even from moderate strikes were like that.

Fortunately, Lee Jin-eon's hands weren't like that.

They were just overall thin and soft from never having experienced hardship.

Clenching his fists, Dan Wooseong thought he should first perfectly recover his health and then correct the problems that had occurred around Lee Jin-eon.

Until then, staying quiet was the right judgment.

Suddenly feeling the air in the room was stuffy, Dan Wooseong opened the window wide.

The clear air of Nine Flower Mountain entered and stirred around the room, then went around destroying the powder scent of women enveloping the bedding and the musty smell left by the invalid.

Dan Wooseong also breathed in the clear air of Nine Flower Mountain to his heart's content.

Although he had an emaciated body and poor health, the atmosphere revealed in his expression overflowed with confidence unrelated to his physical condition.

Though he had reincarnated in an invalid's body, he was grateful just for the fact that he had been given an opportunity to live again.

A maid who noticed Dan Wooseong had gotten up asked from outside.

"Young Master, how shall I prepare your meal?"

Dan Wooseong replied.

"Come in and tell me."

"Yes, I'll come in."

When the maid mentioned the foods she could prepare, Dan Wooseong replied.

"Never mind that. For the time being, I'll only eat rice porridge for breakfast and lunch."

"Pardon? Rice porridge?"

The maid's eyes became round. He was a Great Young Master who usually didn't eat meals well. Instead, when he got hungry, he would binge eat while drinking alcohol. Since he said he would eat rice porridge, she couldn't help but be surprised...

Dan Wooseong said.

"Don't prepare dinner. Instead, bring just a little of each type of fruit. I'll eat when I feel peckish..."

He planned to endure almost on an empty stomach for several days.

Dan Wooseong pointed to the Dragon Phoenix Soup on the desk and said.

"Clear that away. Don't prepare any more soup from now on. Instead of alcohol, just put lukewarm heated water on the desk."

"Yes, I'll do so."

The maid left the room with round eyes.

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