Third-rate School Leader

Episode 1

When he opened his eyes, the first sound he heard was the joyful cry of a child.

“Master! The great master has opened his eyes!!!”

Even in the midst of my dizziness, I had doubts.

What? Ambassador?

There was no death penalty for him.

After his family was ruined, he met his master when he was nine years old and living as a beggar.

After that, he learned the martial arts of a single-man battle through hardships to the point where he thought it would be better to die, and when he was fifteen, he was alone again.

He entered the world of martial arts by going deep into the mountains and learning martial arts to the death. He was twenty-two when he came out into the world of martial arts.

After that, he walked a path of blood and despair to avenge his enemy.

Anyone who blocks his way is mercilessly cut down.

Whether it’s ten or a hundred… .

After thirty years, he finally rose to the top of the magic world and reigned over the magic world for over twenty years.

The best magician.

The Lord of the Heavenly Castle, Ma Cheon-jon (魔天尊), Dokgo Kang.

That is who you are.

But what about the ambassador?

No, that’s not the point.

‘Where is this?’

It’s been a long time since I last stayed in such a shabby room.

Even the blanket covering me smelled musty.

‘I ran all the way to Dongbaeksan Mountain… but I ended up running into those bastards… .’

I tried to recall my memories.

‘… Samshinma, under attack from those guys who are worse than dogs… was pushed to the edge of a cliff… .’

Rattling.

As he was searching for his memories, the door opened loudly.

When I turned my head, I saw a middle-aged man who looked to be in his late thirties come in first, followed by three little kids.

“Jin-ah, you punk! Are you awake now?”

A middle-aged man sits down in front of me and asks with an excited expression.

He also stared at the middle-aged man.

No matter how hard I tried to remember, it was the first time I saw him.

But… this guy?

“Who are you?”

“…….”

“Why do you call me Jin-ah?”

I thought it was quiet for a moment,

Exactly!

There was a strong impact to the head.

“You son of a bitch! You died for a few days and came back to life. What are you doing? You’re the bastard to your master?”

Master?

This middle-aged man is your master?

Master or not, how dare you put a honeycomb on your own head!

“Where did this guy come from…!”

He glared and was about to say something, but the middle-aged man shouted.

“You bastard! No matter how crazy you are, how can you curse at your master!”

“…….”

A boy standing next to him also grumbled as he looked at him.

“Ambassador, you suddenly disappeared and made us suffer, and now what happened to your head?”

‘Who is that kid?’

Judging from the way he spoke with the corners of his lips slightly twisted, it was clear that he did not mean it in a good way.

But after hearing the boy’s words, the middle-aged man looked worried.

“No way… is there really something wrong with your head?”

what?

Dokgo Kang was speechless.

Compared to that poisonous and ugly master, the one in front was at least ten times better.

But what is clear is that he is absolutely not his master.

In that case, there is only one possibility.

‘Aha, now that I think about it, it must have been a dream.’

Well then, I understand. It’s a bit strange that the spot you get hit hurts though.

But if you’re going to do it, you should appear in your old Master form.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen your face.

Thinking back on how much I suffered as a child made me grit my teeth, but as time passed, it felt like a memory.

“Master! The great master has barely survived, so why are you beating him when he really dies?”

The youngest looking child cried and screamed.

Only then did middle-aged man Jang-san Lee realize his mistake and said, scratching his head.

“I, I’m sorry, Jin-ah. It’s been a few days since I came to my senses, so I might be talking nonsense, but this master didn’t understand that.”

Dokgo Kang wanted to ask again, but he didn’t want to be hit, so he stayed still.

Even if it was a dream, the world’s greatest Heavenly King, Dokgo Kang, got hit with a honey chestnut.

Does that make sense?

‘But who is the ambassador, and who is Jin-ah?’

“Ambassador, are you hungry? Wait a minute. I told Soha to boil some porridge.”

This time the big boy spoke with an innocent smile.

Dokgo Kang asked the boy as if it was the right time.

“Where is this place?”

“This is the ambassador’s room.”

My room? Is this it?

The boy who had been whining a moment ago laughed again.

“You don’t even know your own room. Surely you don’t not know your name?”

Dokgo Kang tried to get up.

“Ugh….”

Only the sound of groaning flowed out through the gaps in my teeth, and my body was as limp as water-soaked cotton and would not move as I wanted.

Instead, my head started to feel dizzy and my mind went blank.

“Huh? Ambassador….”

“Jin…ah…ya….”

The voices of boys and middle-aged men were heard rumbling.

Dokgo Kang eventually lost consciousness again after hearing that sound.

* * *

When I opened my eyes again, one of the boys who had been called priests was sitting on a log chair.

It was the boy who had been whining.

When I saw him again, I was confused as to whether it was a dream or not.

Dokgo Kang watched the situation without saying anything for the time being.

But when he opened his eyes, a boy came towards him.

Then she lowered her face, looked down at him, and spoke softly.

“Dokgo Jin, you did a good job of pretending to be crazy.”

what?

“From now on, don’t ever tell Master what happened. If you do, I’ll tell you that you’ll really die next time.”

What the heck is this kid?

Just then the door opened and a large boy came in.

“Director, when did you come?”

“Oh, a little while ago. The ambassador opened his eyes.”

“is it so?”

The big boy approached the bed, glancing at the boy named Isahyeong with an uneasy expression on his face for some reason.

The boy called Isa-hyung stood up and raised the corners of his mouth slightly as he spoke.

“Then I think you understand what I mean, so I’ll go now, Ambassador.”

Then he turned around without even listening to the answer.

As he went out, a large boy came close to Dokgo Kang and asked with an embarrassed expression.

“Ambassador, Director, didn’t you do anything?”

“…….”

“I’m sorry. I was out of the room because I went to the back room, and while I was there, Director Lee came in.”

Something was strange.

It sounded like he was saying that there shouldn’t be a guy like Director Lee.

why?

Moreover, you are saying that you did nothing?

Dokgo Kang recalled what the guy named Lee Sa-hyung had said earlier and guessed what the big kid meant.

‘I guess that unlucky guy was harassing the ambassador…’

* * *

It was two more days before Dokgo Kang came out of the room.

The place he was was a village at the foot of Dongbaeksan Mountain.

The house was fairly large, but it consisted of three old, yellow brick houses that could collapse at any moment, and a fairly large yard.

Sitting on a flat rock at one end of the yard, he watched the boys and girls who were said to be priests practicing martial arts.

All four.

Three boys and one girl.

Among the six priests, the cheeky young boy and the fierce-eyed kid who had spoken ill of him were nowhere to be seen.

The big boy said he went into town to earn money.

‘I think those kids might be a bit of a nuisance… .’

It was clear that the current situation was not a dream.

For the past two days, four of the little priests have been chattering and looking after him.

It is said that Ambassador Dokgo Jin, who went out to gather herbs a few days ago, did not return even after a day had passed.

The children who went out to look for the ambassador found Dokgo Jin collapsed at the bottom of a cliff and called their master to take Dokgo Jin home.

Dokgo Jin woke up four days later.

What was surprising was that, even though it seemed like he had fallen from a high place, he had no serious injuries.

‘Isn’t that the cliff where the boy Dokgo Jin fell? I fell from after being defeated by those traitors.’

So that’s how this happened?

It’s a bit of a far-fetched story, but there was a young boy named Dokgo Jin who fell to his death, and his soul entered into him…

Whatever the truth, no other possibility occurred to me.

‘Well, anyway, this is my body right now… .’

Dokgo Kang raised his hand in front of his face and looked at it.

It was a little rough for a seventeen year old.

‘That must mean you’ve had a hard time.’

According to the priests, they had a very hard time feeding the sick master and young priests.

But anyway, even though it was rougher than his age, in Dokgo Kang’s eyes it was the hand of a fresh-faced seventeen-year-old boy.

‘Well… I don’t feel bad.’

His physical condition wasn’t bad either.

I also liked his well-developed muscles, although he was still immature, and his handsome face that made the fox on Dongbaeksan Mountain wag its tail.

‘But… how did the author, Master, teach martial arts to have such great skills?’

I tried to do the exercise. The energy coiled in my danjeon was so small that it couldn’t even be called energy.

‘Damn. What can I do with this tiny amount of air power…?’

The only fortunate thing is that this little guy’s danjeon is incredibly large.

I was so shocked while practicing the exercise that my energy and blood almost got distorted.

‘Well, this has to be sorted out to be worthy of accepting my soul.’

Dokgo Kang, grumbling to himself, looked at the priests swinging their wooden swords diligently in the yard.

Cheonhwamun (Heavenly Flower Gate).

That was the name of the sect he belonged to.

It was a sect created by Master Lee Jang-san, and there were only seven disciples, including himself, the great master.

Among them, the boy with a rough appearance who hides his feelings inside is Sa Jong-hak, who is the same age as him and the head of the household.

Cheol Woo-young, who is short but has a stocky body, is the third disciple.

The slender eyes of the four-leafed hawkweed, which look poisonous, are the Four-leafed hawkweed.

Docheoksan, who looks like a gentle bear due to his large size, is Osaje.

Jin So-ha, a fourteen-year-old girl with a lot of energy, is the sixth daughter of the sixth generation.

So Kyung-hwan, thirteen years old and skinny as chopsticks, is the seventh youngest child.

What’s amazing is that each of their characteristics are clear. Plus, their bones weren’t bad either.

No, it’s not just that he was bad, he was so good that he could be called a genius.

Considering that it was a scale that was barely even a third-rate sect, let alone an error sect, it was surprising.

‘But I don’t like the fact that it’s a non-partisan lineage…’

Master Jangsan Lee said that he was a lay disciple of the shamanist sect.

The martial arts taught were also the basic martial arts of the shamanist faction.

Even though they are not official disciples, they are collateral disciples who are connected to the shaman sect.

The priests seemed to feel proud just learning the martial arts of the shamans, but in their own eyes, it was just a waste of time.

He was once the best magician in the world, but he was now a disciple of a third-rate sect of the Jeongpa.

Does this make any sense?

‘If it weren’t for that, I think this life wouldn’t be so bad.’

He is now alive as the seventeen-year-old Dokgo Jin, and from now on he must live in this body.

There were no complaints.

The Ma Cheon Seong Ju looking at the age of eighty.

Seventeen-year-old third-rate sect leader.

If you ask me which one I would choose… I like the latter better.

You can come back later, Ma Cheon Seong Ju.

However, I really didn’t like the fact that Dokgo Jin, who was the eldest son, lived without being able to do anything under Sa Jong-hak, the second son.

According to Do Cheok-san, Sa Jong-hak and Yeong Ho-cho ignored Dok Go-jin and beat him without telling their master.

Because Dokgo Jin had such a gentle personality, it seemed like he couldn’t even say anything to his master.

Only after hearing that did he understand why Sa Jong-hak had said that to him.

– From now on, don’t ever tell Master what happened to me. If you do, I’ll tell you that you’ll really die next time.

I felt like there was something more to it, but I didn’t think much about it.

Anyway, I am not the Dokgo Jin of the past anymore, and I have no intention of being treated like Dokgo Jin.

‘Anyway, so from now on I have to live as Dokgo Jin?’

Dokgo.

Strangely enough, he had the same last name as me.

It’s not a common surname… .

“Ambassador!”

Do Cheok-san called out, waving his hand.