Divine Calamity!!!

[Next Day]

The next day, in a grand and shadowy hall, a figure clad in black robes materialized, bowing deeply.

"Master, we have found the young master."

Moyong Yul-Cheon, who was leisurely smoking through his long pipe while seated on his majestic throne, looked down at the kneeling shadow. His eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Oh? How did you find him?"

"Yesterday, the Broken Fist Sect was destroyed, master. Rumors are saying that the young man with light green hair and robes tied around his waist with a golden halo behind his back was seen floating above the sect. After which, an enormous staff buried the entire sect, including its leader, Demon Fist, into the ground. Our Hidden Serpents in the Unnam Province have confirmed that the figure was indeed our young master, Moyong Dojin, who is now being called 'Divine Calamity'."

"Divine Calamity you say? Hahaha, He must be pissed after hearing that. He truly has gotten strong, hasn't he? Entertain me more, my little toy."

"Go report this news to your lady. So she would stop killing those shadows."

"Understood, Master," the figure bowed again, and then his presence vanished from the hall.

"Divine Calamity, huh..." Moyong Yul-Cheon murmured, the sound lingering in the now silent room. A smirk played on his lips as he took another puff from his pipe.

***

The shadowy figure moved swiftly through hidden corridors and darkened passageways, making his way to a secluded wing of the vast estate. As he approached an intricately carved door, he could hear faint murmurs from within.

Knock!

"Come in."

The door opened silently as he stepped inside, revealing a dimly lit room filled with luxurious tapestries and elegant furnishings. In the center of the room, seated on a plush chair, was a woman with a cold expression. Her eyes flickered with a dangerous intensity, and the air around her seemed colder compared to the surrounding room.

The figure kneeled before her, keeping his gaze respectfully lowered. "My lady, I bring news about the young master."

Eun Ae, Dojin's mother, sat up straight and asked with impatience, "Is he safe? Nothing happened to my child, right?"

"Yes, my lady, he is safe and sound. Just yesterday, the Broken Fist Sect was destroyed. Rumors say a young man with light green hair and a golden halo was seen floating above the sect. He buried the entire sect with an enormous staff. Our spies in Unnam Province confirmed that the figure was indeed our young master Dojin, now known as the 'Divine Calamity.'"

Eun let out a huge breath of relief as she slumped down in her seat and relaxed.

"But 'Divine Calamity'?" Eun let out a chuckle, "He is going to be very angry when he hears his new title."

The shadowy figure remained silent, awaiting further instructions.

Eun Ae's gaze softened momentarily as she thought of her son. "Ensure his safety above all else. And inform me immediately if there is any sign of danger."

The figure nodded, rising to his feet. "I will see to it, my lady."

With that, he exited the room as silently as he had entered, leaving Eun Ae to her thoughts. She sat back in her chair, the cold intensity in her eyes giving way to a mother's deep concern.

***

"Di-Did you see that?"

"Ye-Yeah!"

"Tha-That was so Divine!"

"No, you bastard, that was the Calamity!"

Similar discussions were going on all around Gon-Myung as they witnessed the divine visage of the young master, Moyong Dojin, now known as the "Divine Calamity."

The townsfolk of Gon-Myung were in a state of shock and awe. The previous day had brought an unprecedented event that left an indelible mark on their minds. The destruction of the Broken Fist Sect, once a powerful and feared entity, had sent ripples of disbelief and excitement through the region. In the bustling marketplace, traders, customers, and passersby gathered in animated groups, their conversations blending into a cacophony of astonishment and fear.

"Did you hear? He obliterated the entire sect with a single strike from the heavens!" an elderly man exclaimed, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and admiration.

"I saw it myself," another villager interjected, his voice trembling. "The sky parted, and an enormous staff descended like a bolt of divine retribution. It was like witnessing a god's wrath!"

Children huddled together, eyes wide with wonder, listening to the tales being spun by their elders. "Grandpa, is he a hero or a demon?" one curious child asked, her innocent eyes reflecting the confusion shared by many.

The old man patted her head gently, his gaze distant as he recalled the events. "He's something beyond our understanding, child. A force of nature. The heavens' judgment and the earth's fury in one."

In a quieter corner of the town, the local blacksmith sat outside his shop, his weathered hands busy with a new piece of ironwork. His apprentice, a young boy with wide eyes, couldn't contain his excitement.

"Master, was it really him? The young man who visited us?"

The blacksmith paused, looking up at the sky. "Aye, it was him," he replied, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper. "That boy... he's destined for greatness. We can only hope he chooses the right path."

At the local tavern, the patrons were equally engrossed in the discussions. Mugs of ale were raised and clinked together, each toast accompanied by the fervent recounting of the events.

"To the Divine Calamity!" a burly man roared, his voice echoing through the establishment.

"May he bring justice to those who deserve it," another added, raising his mug.

An old woman smiled lightly as she listened to the animated conversations going on in the tavern. Amidst the chatter, the man everyone was talking about was snoring loudly in a room on the second floor of the same tavern.

***

|| Dojin's Temporary Room ||

Dojin was sprawled across the large bed without a care in the world, his snores echoing through the room, almost deafening in their intensity.

But Suddenly, the snoring stopped.

"..."

"Why are you here, shadow?" Dojin, now awake, stretched his muscles as he got up from the bed.

"Anyway, now that you are here, go bring me some breakfast. I am famished," Dojin yawned.

The shadowy figure, who had been silently standing in the corner, nodded and slipped out of the room without a word. Within minutes, he returned with a tray laden with steaming food.

Dojin looked at the spread and grinned. "Now that's more like it," he said, sitting down to eat.

As he ate, the shadowy figure stood by, ready to relay messages or answer any questions. "Your actions have caused quite a stir in Gon-Myung, young master," the shadow remarked.

Dojin paused between bites, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? And what are people saying?"

"Many are in awe of your power. Some see you as a hero, while others are fearful, calling you a demon. The Murim is now calling you 'Divine Calamity.'"

Dojin chuckled. "Divine Calamity, huh? Sounds like I've made quite an impression. But... 'The Enlightened One' would have been better." Dojin grumbled.

The shadow nodded. "Your father and mother have also received word. Your mother is relieved to know you are safe, young master."

Dojin's expression softened momentarily at the mention of his mother. "Good. She worries too much."

"And your father," the shadow continued, "is... intrigued by your new reputation. He seems to be watching your actions closely."

Dojin's eyes narrowed slightly, but he quickly masked his emotions with a grin. "Let him watch."

The shadow bowed. "As you wish, young master. Is there anything else you require?"

Dojin leaned back in his chair, satisfied with his meal. "Just keep me informed. And make sure no one interrupts my sleep again."

The shadow bowed once more and silently left the room, leaving Dojin to his thoughts. As the sun rose higher in the sky, the town of Gon-Myung buzzed with the tales of the previous day's events, and the legend of the Divine Calamity continued to grow.

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To Be Continued... 

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