You Will Be Blessed If You Do Good Deeds¿-Chapter 204

Immortal.

In Taoism, there are two theories about immortals: one is that they become immortals through cultivation after being born as ordinary humans, and the other is that they are special beings from birth.

But the common aspect is that an immortal is ultimately a savior-like figure, almost god-like.

Han Jaeyoung, who had figured out what was going on, nodded.

"It looks like there was a little translation error. When using machines like this, errors happen more often with the Hanzi culture than with English. It's easy to misinterpret in context. I'm glad Daon caught it quickly."

"So... are you saying this Immortal Teacher Hyunam is deceiving people into thinking he's a divine being?"

Yuhanul, who had also turned off the translator, cautiously asked in Korean.

I shrugged.

"Well, you can't exactly say Immortal Teacher Hyunam is deceiving people. He might really be a Taoist immortal."

Yuhanul frowned at my words.

"A real Taoist immortal? Are you joking? That’s impossible."

"I’m not joking. If someone can use a formation like this, they must have remarkable abilities. And it’s true that he’s helped this city."

Yuhanul opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"You’re serious? To praise him like that..."

Yuhanul was about to say more, but when he saw Han Jaeyoung's look, he closed his mouth.

However, I could tell what Yuhanul wanted to say.

Considering the circumstances, it’s very likely that Immortal Teacher Hyunam is one of the fragments of Orbis... but Yuhanul would be surprised to hear me praise what he did.

‘I haven’t told Han Jaeyoung about my previous life or the enemy of humanity yet.’

He might have an idea, considering how often we’ve crossed paths, but I didn't say anything about it.

I shrugged.

"Why? You have to acknowledge what's true. For someone to create this kind of magic... it’s possible, though it would cost hundreds of times more. It’s an interesting idea."

"Interesting idea? Stop saying things you don’t mean."

Han Jaeyoung sharply cut off my words.

"No, I’m being serious."

I was only talking about it in theory, but I knew why Han Jaeyoung was disgusted, so I didn’t respond.

Yuhanul shook his head.

"Stop with the nonsense, we don’t know if you’re serious or not... then why the hell are you being treated like an immortal by these people? Why would that be?"

"Well, I still have no idea."

It was too soon to make a judgment, considering how little information we had.

"I think we’ll need to go to the guest rooms and see the others before we can make a decision."

"I agree. Let’s stop talking here and turn the translator back on. Watch your words."

Han Jaeyoung was right.

I once again infused mana into the translator item and looked back at So Mun-Young.

"Ah, I’m sorry. There was a small translation error, and we were just discussing it."

So Mun-Young, who had been confused by our conversation, waved her hand dismissively.

[Ah, it’s fine. The translation devices used by foreigners are often like that.]

It was as if she had encountered foreigners frequently before.

As she mentioned earlier, foreign tourists had often visited in the past, but not anymore.

I was puzzled and asked.

"Are there foreigners inside Suzhou? I thought tourism was completely blocked."

[Ah, of course, they’re not tourists. Most of them, like you, get caught up in accidents and wander into this city. There are a few foreigners among the guests staying in the guest rooms. Oh, the place you’ll be staying is over there.]

As we followed her guidance, we soon left the bustling market and entered a quiet alley.

The building So Mun-Young pointed to looked like an old ten-story building, with the words "Guest Room" written in large red letters.

The first floor had floor-to-ceiling windows, and bright lights shone through, but the windows were so foggy that it was hard to see inside.

[Oh, they’ve forgotten to ventilate again!]

So Mun-Young said as she swung open the door to the guest room.

Immediately, a heavy scent of cigarette smoke hit my nose. The reason the windows were fogged was because the air inside was filled with smoke.

"Meow!"

-Disgusted!

Leo, nestled in my arms, grimaced at the cigarette smell and buried his face in my shoulder.

I hugged him tighter and peered inside the guest room.

[Alright, alright! Everyone put out your cigarettes. We have new guests!]

So Mun-Young shouted as she walked through the guest room.

The first floor was a very large, restaurant-like structure, with several round tables typical of Chinese eateries.

[Oh, Aunt So, you’re back?]

[You’re a bit late today! Come join us for a drink.]

The people at the tables looked up. There were at least dozens of them, with a variety of ages and genders.

As So Mun-Young had said, there were also some Westerners mixed in.

[Ah, looks like another lost lamb has arrived!]

[Looks like a newbie who doesn’t even know what cigarettes are.]

[If they’re going to stay here, they’ll have to get used to smoking. Tell them to get used to it quickly.]

[Yeah, that’s right. So, let’s raise a toast to the new guest, the VIP who’s come to our paradise! Cheers to free booze!]

But there was one thing in common.

Everyone, without exception, had bright red faces from drinking.

Even when So Mun-Young said someone new had arrived, no one seemed to pay attention to us. They were too busy eating and drinking.

Clink!

Among them, a man with a particularly red face knocked over a bottle while toasting, breaking it.

So Mun-Young looked surprised.

[Are you okay? You’re really drunk, so maybe you should stop drinking...]

[Stop drinking?]

The drunk man shouted loudly.

[Is that how you treat a guest? You shouldn’t serve guests like this! Huh? If it’s dangerous, just let Auntie clean it up!]

[No, you’re the one who broke the bottle while drunk. Is that really what you should say?]

[Of course! I’m a precious guest who will protect this city. Don’t you think so?]

A strange phrase caught my ear.

‘Protect the city?’

What was even stranger was that the anger So Mun-Young had felt earlier quickly dissipated at those words.

[...Yeah, yeah. You’re right. I’ll clean up the glass shards, so just stay there.]

[Enough, hurry up and bring me more alcohol!]

It wasn’t just one or two people making absurd demands like this.

[Hey, Aunt So. The snacks are gone. Don’t you have any more?]

[Yeah. How can you drink without any snacks? When you serve guests, you should always make sure their cups aren’t empty...]

One of the drunks stumbled towards So Mun-Young, and almost collided with Han Jaeyoung in the middle of the room.

"..."

Han Jaeyoung had an unpleasant look on his face but still managed to catch the man and steady him.

[Oh, I’m getting dizzy...]

The drunk man, unaware that someone had caught him, staggered up a staircase in the corner of the restaurant.

Judging by the layout, it seemed like the guest rooms were above.

"I swear."

Han Jaeyoung muttered quietly as he watched this whole spectacle.

"So, these people are the precious guests... like me and Yuhanul?"

"...I guess so."

Even Yuhanul, who usually had a kind demeanor, looked uncomfortable.

It was a pathetic sight.

It was clear that the so-called "precious guests" in this guest room were just people taking advantage of free food and drink, treating So Mun-Young like a servant without even appreciating her hospitality.

[Ah, you must be overwhelmed, right?]

After a while, So Mun-Young came ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) back, busily moving around.

[Everyone, I told you to stop smoking. I’ll set up a separate place for you to eat. Just sit tight, I’ll bring your food. Oh, Immortals only eat vegetarian food, right? Immortal Teacher Hyunam only did that.]

"...I guess so."

[Alright, I’ll bring it right over! Just wait a little.]

So Mun-Young said, leading us to an empty table, then hurried off toward the kitchen.

In the kitchen, I could see people around the same age as So Mun-Young sweating as they prepared food.

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"Meow!"

-Suspicious!

Leo let out a soft meow.

I wholeheartedly agreed with his sentiment.

"...Well, I found one thing in common."

Han Jaeyoung took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands as he spoke.

"Everyone here is an awakened hunter."

It seemed he had figured it out after helping the drunk man earlier.

"They’re not high-ranking hunters though. At best, they’re C-rank or D-rank."

In other words, despite boasting about protecting the city, these people were being fed and housed for free, doing little of value. They were being treated like precious guests with free food and alcohol.

"This... feels way too suspicious."

Even Yuhanul, who was usually quite good-natured, would find it hard to accept this as just simple kindness.

It was clear there was something more to it.

"So, what do you want to do now, Daon? I think since we’ve entered the city, it might be better to follow the system’s directions and look for this Immortal Teacher Hyunam instead of staying here."

"Hmm, it does make sense..."

"Excuse me."

It was at that moment.

The overwhelming scent of alcohol filled the air, and a familiar voice in Korean reached our ears.

"Are you Yuhanul Hunter?"

The voice calling for Yuhanul came from a middle-aged man, his face pale as a ghost.

Han Jaeyoung tilted his head.

"Yes, that’s Yuhanul, but... who are you?"

"Why are you asking? Yuhanul, do you know this man?"

"Well, if Yuhanul knows him, then I might too. My social circle is pretty narrow."

Yuhanul nodded reluctantly, confirming the man’s presence.

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"...I don’t know him."

"I see, my name’s Lee Geonhong. I’m Korean. I don’t know Yuhanul well, but he’s a famous figure, so..."

Well, it makes sense that anyone in Korea would know who Yuhanul is.

Lee Geonhong, who introduced himself, mumbled nervously.

"I... I don’t mean to intrude, but... may I join you at your table?"

His approach was meek, especially given his age and size, and while it was a bit frustrating, I smiled at him.

It was a good opportunity to gather some information.

"Of course, it’s nice to meet a fellow Korean. My name’s Jeong Da-on."

"Oh, nice to meet you."

After introducing ourselves, I observed his reaction. There wasn’t much of one, meaning Lee Geonhong likely didn’t know who I was.

I exchanged a glance with Han Jaeyoung before I motioned for him to sit down.

Lee Geonhong visibly relaxed when he took a seat.

"It’s such a relief to meet a fellow Korean here... Actually, my translation device isn’t very high-end, so the translation hasn’t been working properly. It’s been really frustrating trying to get by."

There are indeed various versions of translation devices, and their quality can vary widely depending on price.

It made sense that he’d be happy to meet a fellow Korean after staying here, struggling with poor translations.

"I haven’t had a proper conversation in Korean in so long. It feels like I can finally breathe."

"You must have been here in China for a long time."

"Yes, I think it's been about five years."

"Have you been in China the entire time? Haven’t you been back to Korea?"

"Not at all. I haven’t heard anything from Korea either."

Given that, it made sense he wouldn’t recognize me as 'Jeong Da-on.'

If he had been in Korea for the past year, he would have definitely known who I was.

Han Jaeyoung observed Lee Geonhong closely before asking another question.

"You’ve been in China for so long... How did you end up in Suzhou?"

"Oh, I was scouted by a Chinese guild and came over to China."

At this response, Han Jaeyoung’s eyes sharpened.

"About five years ago, right? That was when China was aggressively recruiting hunters."

"Yeah, that’s right. I needed the money. They offered a salary that I could never dream of back in Korea, so I came."

Lee Geonhong responded with a somber look on his face.

"My first assignment was in Shanghai, but they started sending me to tougher places. At first, it was at least Nanjing, but later, I was just stuck in some small village I didn’t even know, suffering."

He said this while taking another large gulp of his drink, the alcohol spilling over.

It wasn’t a hard story to imagine.

Considering how most hunters who moved to China lost contact with their families, it was a predictable tale.

"So, did you come to Suzhou because of your guild?"

We weren’t really interested in Lee Geonhong’s life hardships.

It seemed that he wanted to vent his troubles to anyone who would listen, as he eagerly shared his story with us.

"No, not really. I arrived in Suzhou about two months ago, but I didn’t come here for that. I got into an accident around here."

"An accident?"

"Yeah, I was on my way back after completing a dungeon quest near Suzhou."

Lee Geonhong filled his glass again and drank it down in one go.

He belonged to a guild, and as usual, they were on their way back after completing a dungeon quest.

But, as luck would have it, the car ran out of gas, so they had to detour to find a gas station. That’s when things started to go wrong.

No matter how hard they tried to read the map, the path just didn’t appear. They kept getting lost.

"It felt like I was cursed."

His hand was still trembling as he spoke.

To someone who didn’t understand the Qi Men Dun Jia, it probably felt like being haunted by ghosts.

‘But still, he’s shaking way too much.’

His pale face and constantly shifting gaze were unsettling. It didn’t seem like he was drinking because he enjoyed it—more like he was trying to forget the anxiety or fear.

"We wandered for days... and during that time, we were attacked by monsters. All the guild members with me... they all died."

"Ah... that's terrible."

Yuhanul was the first to show genuine sympathy.

But I felt differently.

"Wait, you got lost and then encountered monsters?"

That raised a question in my mind.

Considering the nature of this formation, it would be hard to encounter monsters powerful enough to kill people inside it.

"Daon, right now, we should..."

Yuhanul tried to stop me, but the drunk Lee Geonhong didn’t sense any tension and answered anyway.

"Yeah. Even though my comrades and I were all pretty experienced, we were caught completely off guard. It was a monster we had never seen before, and we just couldn’t do anything. I barely escaped..."

Perhaps he couldn’t bear not letting it out.

Lee Geonhong’s voice trembled more and more, and eventually, he poured the entire bottle into his mouth, as if trying to drown his fears.

Yuhanul tried to stop him again, but it was no use.

"You shouldn’t drink so quickly..."

"I can’t forget it."

Thud!

Lee Geonhong slammed the bottle down on the table, and his voice echoed eerily.

"The way those zombies... tore my comrades apart."

Ugh.

I clicked my tongue.

They say words are powerful, and it seems like I was about to face zombies after all.