I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 1



[Episode 1] A day in the life of a 2nd year martial artist

‘Isn’t that where people live in the end?’

This is what the team leader usually says when someone talks about someone living well.

It could be the youngest son of a chaebol family an athlete who bombed overseas or a sideline team leader who resigned after receiving the right amount of money.

‘Whether you have a lot of money or not you eat buy and sleep.’

It was a kind of resignation or sour grapes.

People who live well are just the same people who eat sleep and live like us.

The youngest son of a chaebol family also eats wraps and sleeps.

Korean Wave star idols also eat sleep and sleep.

The rankers in the game who control the hunting grounds with the executioner’s sword and cut down the poor small-scale production guilds are just people like us who eat pay and sleep.

Acheng did not agree with that.

Those people will choose good and delicious food and sleep on a warm bidet in a cheap bed worth tens of millions of won.

Of course I didn’t say it out loud without notice.

But now I can agree with that.

It was a great realization.

If only I had looked down instead of up.

Just as there is a sky above Cheonoecheon there was also a basement beneath the earth.

At least the life of a single blue-collar man was that work and people were shit at times and there was the pain of not being able to sleep when you wanted to.

But there was no problem with living.

But what about this martial arts world?

First of all I had serious difficulties in living.

Life in the martial arts world was truly a struggle to survive.

Of course I couldn’t eat well!

Still that’s where people live.

Somehow we have to survive.

No I survived.

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An ordinary modern person who had to endure pain in his lungs and calves while panting even if he ran just a little towards a flashing traffic light lived in Dosan Geomlim in Moorim for a year.

Originally I couldn’t even make eye contact with a third-rate black island gangster.

I pulled out the potatoes radishes stole them and threw away the rest.

Now that it’s my second year Moorim tells me to try my best to live like a martial artist.

Just now I received a bounty for delivering trash to the government office.

In my first year I would tremble cry and vomit if I even stabbed someone with a knife but now if I get into a fight I just cut my arm and neck.

No matter how unexpected the situation may be

Who am I?

‘Now in my second year as a martial artist.’

Ah-cheong’s magnificent chest grew majestic.

It was the ambition of a freshman who had lived in the center for just over a year.

Originally this was the time when my confidence was overflowing.

Of course Acheng did not count down the days by carving his name as a survivor on a deserted island or as a victim kidnapped and confined in a secret room.

However it must have been about a year since we left the warm spring and spent the winter and the weather has finally warmed up.

The humiliating days of the past flashed through my mind.

Since coming to Murim Ah-cheong has always been poor.

I opened my eyes naked and was thrown into the world.

There was no way to make money by digging the ground.

You can’t go into every house and break jars and rob boxes.

Of course it is possible and there are those who make it their business.

However breaking into an empty house requires more advanced skills than you might think.

Fortunately if you catch someone you get money.

There was a pouch called a jeonbag that held money.

However Acheng was always poor.

Because he was not an indiscriminate killer.

He only selected the bad guys and killed them.

There were times when you would receive a bounty for cutting off someone’s head.

But the amount gained that way was not much.

When you leave home everything you eat sleep and eat is money.

To exaggerate a bit it costs money to even breathe.

Of course one’s attitude towards life is bound to be in a difficult situation.

But let’s get out of trouble just for today.

It was a day when we could celebrate proudly.

It’s the 1st anniversary!

“Hey Jeomsoy.”

At Acheong’s words Jeomsoi rushed up.

There was a spot on the side of his nose the size of a kingfly.

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I could see that this guest cup was not an ordinary guest cup.

The dark spot on Jeomsoi’s face was a blessing.

The bigger and clearer the fortune teller is the higher Jeomsoi’s wages skyrocket. By looking at Jeomsoi’s fortune you could tell the status of the guest.

“What are we good at here?”

“There is no dish that I can’t cook but the dish I recommend today is chicken steamed with Jeongwang and then fried with soybean paste and oil. “Today is the day the chickens came in from the fighting ring so the flavor is not normal.”

Jeomsoy skillfully recommended dishes.

An experienced Jeomsoy who started at the age of 14 and soon reached his 30th anniversary was able to make a point right away when he saw the customer.

She is a poor female swordsman from the martial arts world as she wears a light suit with scratch marks here and there. The area under his eyes is puffy and dark but he doesn’t look tired.

So the guest is probably trying to commemorate something good that will make him forget about his fatigue and since he is wearing a poor outfit it would be better to have a large and fatty meal rather than a small portion.

It’s a cockfight so it’s pure bullshit.

In fact Jeomsoy doesn’t know much about him either.

But it wasn’t even duck it was barely chicken.

Customers will also feel good if they brush off this level of service.

Ah-cheong a girl with only two years of experience in the martial arts world had no idea of ​​the kind-hearted Jeom-soy’s inner thoughts.

I was just happy.

chicken!

Fried chicken!

Korean soul food!

“Do you need a drink too?”

“yes! “A bottle of Hwaju Strong!”

“Then how about Bihongju? This is a liquor that came out of Bigajang later this year and although it is only the first generation the opinion is that the spirit is not ordinary. “It is a drink that even elderly people unanimously praise.”

Nowadays it is no longer possible to say that a small brewery can make good alcohol.

Moreover the elder’s fortune in opening was a pure fraud.

Do you think beggars even know the taste of alcohol?

In the end it was just a package of words.

Originally Jumsoi was a highly skilled workforce.

“Here’s a freshwater fish soup water system! One Bihongju!”

Jeomsoi shouted an order and walked away.

Shouting out orders is not done to inform the kitchen. Or it is not to double-check with the customer whether the order is correct.

This was to let the guests know that this person ordered this.

The more expensive the order the louder the voice becomes and sometimes when a really big customer arrives he goes all the way to the street in front of the guesthouse and shouts.

However Acheng’s order was not at a level where Jeomsoi could make a loud noise. It was simply because Jeom So-i could clearly see into Ah-cheong’s mind.

It’s obvious what poor customers expect.

Ah-cheong smiled unaware of the consideration.

The guests who saw Ah-cheong in the guesthouse also burst into laughter.

I immediately figured out what the situation was.

Only Acheong didn’t know.

Acheong. It’s already been 2 years.

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In a previous era there was a song that a group of legendary charlatans (synonymous with thieves) enjoyed singing.

It was extraordinary from the first verse.

They say heroes don’t study.

However as time passed martial arts became established.

Martial arts also became a branch of study.

Moreover the more ascending the martial arts were the more closely its methods were in line with the principles of the world.

Rather one could not become a master of the world without devising Tao and ideology.

However the number one person in the entire world the number one person in the entire world liked this song very much.

His nickname is Emperor Mucheon.

It was a scary nickname.

Even if you are the greatest person in the world how dare you impersonate the emperor with a title or nickname!

It was like saying let’s take on the solemn emperor.

So it actually stuck.

What are the results?

Emperor Mucheon is still called Emperor Mucheon so any further explanation would be pointless.

Emperor Muchon defeated the 30000-strong army grabbed the emperor by the collar climbed to the top of the palace and sang a rewritten version of his favorite song –

Heroes don’t pay attention.

The world is under me so what does it matter?

Even if your status is low

Who would dare stop my steps?

In the end Emperor Mucheon succeeded in reestablishing the relationship between government and martial arts with the greatest achievement of a martial artist called Uhwadeungseon and was crowned the godfather of all martial arts people.

The musical achievement of an era that created the martial arts people’s favorite song was a bonus.

Truly the wind of the times!

Just one thing.

If equivalent propositions were reversed together the results would usually be similar.

‘Heroes don’t pay attention.’ Those who understand by turning it upside down have appeared

People who aren’t heroes get noticed?

And to some of the martial arts people these words sounded like this.

A bastard who pays attention is not a hero.

And Cheonghajilpunghyeop Jogaksan was a man who thought of himself as a hero.

He was eating with his younger siblings.

Together the four of them were famous figures known as the Cheongha Sahyeop.

Then suddenly I found a familiar face.

Ahn Seong-il a gift seeker.

Contrary to his nickname of the ugly devil of gifting he looks quite normal.

However in the case of Gyeongyeochugwi it was a nickname given not because of his face but because his behavior was very dirty and dirty.

His main business was human trafficking and he was an asshole who did all kinds of bad things including theft robbery murder rape arson and fraud.

A hero does not look down on evil.

Usually only when the evil is weaker than me.

An Seong-il’s state was known to be in the early peak period and Jogaksan Mountain was still only in the late first-class stage.

However for times like this he is a sworn younger brother and sworn brother.

One person Jogaksan is weak but Cheongha Sahyeop is strong.

Because that’s who we are!

After all you can’t ignore evil!

Heroes don’t care.

The act of noticing included the direct and indirect damage that could be caused to the surrounding area if a disturbance was caused in a crowded restaurant during the evening.

Such collateral damage is trivial in the face of the cause of administering justice and punishing evildoers.

Cheongha Sahyeop quietly exchanged glances.

And Cheongha Sahyeop took action all at once.