“Oii, Mr. Zhu. You're totally a construction worker now, eh?”
Zhu Gang's expression crumpled hideously when a construction worker passing by tossed that joke in his direction.
‘Should I kill this bastard?’
Of course, something like that must not happen. He shouldn't even think about it. Imagine what might happen if Zhu Gang went ahead and created a scene here! He'd be 'honored' by the demon emperor personally descending to this place and ripping his limbs apart!
‘Fuu-woo...! Calm down, Zhu Gang. Calm down...’
These people trying to chat to him in a slimy, detestable way were not at fault, anyway. They were simply trying to express their friendliness, that was all. They had been working together for a while now, after all. So Zhu Gang should be more 'understanding' toward what they said and did.
But Zhu Gang was still angry. And the reason for his blood boiling was this singular dissatisfaction eating away at his inside.
“Dammit!” Zhu Gang roughly put down the cement bag from his back.
Boom!
The weighty cement bag falling to the floor kicked up dust clouds in every direction.
“Oii, Mr. Zhu, be careful with that now. The bag might burst!”
“Dammit! Who cares if it does?!”
Wong Lung tutted at the unexpectedly rough response and walked up to Zhu Gang. “Hey! What's the matter with you? What are you so unhappy about?”
“Isn't it obvious? I didn't swim all the way to Korea just to work in construction, you know!”
“We’re trying to build our own homes, aren’t we?”
“Our homes?” Zhu Gang snorted derisively. “I already have a home back in China. I didn’t come here to live in a slightly better house, okay?”
“Well, that is true, but...”
Zhu Gang trudged to the corner before plopping down on his butt. “Goddamn it... Just how many days have we been doing this sh*t?”
Truth be told, Zhu Gang wasn't dissatisfied with having to work on this construction project. He didn't come to South Korea to kick back and relax, after all. In all honesty, he was prepared to do things that were tougher and much more extreme than lugging some cement around.
What frustrated him was how this hard labor had absolutely nothing to do with him getting stronger.
Zhu Gang was figuratively dying to inherit demonic cultivation methods and become stronger as soon as possible, yet his precious days were being wasted on doing hard labor like this. No wonder his sense of loss, this sense of deprivation, was indescribable.
Zhu Gang groaned while rubbing his forehead. “Just what is our demon emperor thinking? What is his plan?”
“I'm sure he's got a good reason for what’s going on here,” said Wong Lung. “Let's not forget, our liege never planned to bring us to Korea. With so many people having crossed the border... Don't you get how generous it is for him to build homes for us to stay in?”
How could Zhu Gang not know that?
There was no need to doubt the demon emperor's strength. He was incredibly powerful. No one in the demon cult would dare express their doubts over the demon emperor's attainment in demonic arts.
They had witnessed the truth with their own eyes, after all!
The Crimson King was a powerful expert who split the world into three and ruled over his portion like an actual king. Yet the demon emperor not only matched the Crimson King but even pushed the latter into a corner several times, too.
After witnessing all that, how could anyone doubt the demon emperor and his capabilities?
According to Elder Chang Min, the demon emperor was still in the process of regaining the strength from his past self. Given enough time, he’d grow strong enough to trample the Crimson King underfoot.
The demon emperor’s legendary tales that the demon cult and its believers dreamed of seeing one day... were being brought to life in the modern era!
That was enough for Zhu Gang to bet his life and follow the demon emperor to the ends of Earth. Even if he was forced to wear nothing but tattered rags and lived in makeshift tents after reaching South Korea, Zhu Gang still wouldn't have been dissatisfied with his situation.
Hell, even if the demon emperor let the demonic cultivators loose in some nameless forest and told them to survive on their own, Zhu Gang would've gladly chopped some trees down and built himself a crude home to live in.
Zhu Gang was prepared to deal with anything as long as he could receive demonic cultivation methods and become stronger. Even if he couldn’t reach the lofty heights of the demon emperor, just being able to catch up to the shadows of the mighty leader of the demon cult would’ve been enough to satisfy him.
But the demon emperor... turned out to be wealthier than Zhu Gang thought.
In the martial world, 'strength' and 'wealth' were synonyms. The stronger you were, the more ways you'd have to rake in money. Average people couldn't even begin to imagine the amount of money the renowned experts made.
Even so, Kang Jin-Ho's wealth easily surpassed all that.
‘Who knew he’d actually build an entire village?’
Not only that, but in the middle of a mountain, no less? Building nice places to live for the folks who could’ve been dumped somewhere out of the way and used like tools was an action worthy of thousands of praises.
Selflessly investing such a large sum of money? That was easier said than done. If you were the one paying, you’d be having a heart attack by now.
Zhu Gang was deeply awed and moved by the demon emperor’s abilities and generosity. Unfortunately, those two qualities weren’t what Zhu Gang hoped to see from the demon emperor.
What Zhu Gang wished for was to become stronger as soon as possible, even if that meant he must sleep rough every night and gnaw at the roots of weeds to survive!
“Fuu-woo...!”
Zhu Gang let out a deep sigh. How could he keep moaning like a child when he knew all these things happened only because the demon emperor cared about them?
‘But... How long are we supposed to do this?’
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