RDM (Novel) Chapter 566

Chapter 566


Deung Cheol-woong woke up with a moan, but the world was dark. He opened his eyes but couldn't see anything.

At first he thought there was something wrong with his eyes and blinked repeatedly. But there was nothing wrong with his eyes.

It was then that Deung Cheol-woong noticed a black cloth covering his face.

It was the pitch-black cloth that made the whole world seem dark.


Deung Chul-woong shook his head to remove the cloth. But no matter how hard he tried, the cloth covering his face wouldn't come off.

"What the... Damn it!"

In the end, Deung Cheol-woong gave up on removing the cloth and spouted a curse.

After grumbling to himself for a moment, Deung Cheol-woong fumbled around with his fingers.

His fingers could move, but his wrists couldn't.

His wrists were bound with rope.

"Bloody hell! What on earth happened? Where am I?"

He raged for a while, but the situation did not change.

Deung Cheol-woong felt his blood run cold.

Only then did Deung Cheol-woong meticulously shift through his memories.

"I was definitely with King Gujin..."

Then slowly, his fragmented memory began to piece together.

He had been at a small inn with King Gujin.

King Gujin had gone after someone and disappeared.

Deung Cheol-woong, who was already angry with King Gujin, took this as a good sign and made his escape.

He had used King Gujin to strike a significant blow to the Je-won merchant group, but he had been afraid of the repercussions.

He did not know what disaster would befall him if he continued to follow King Gujin. Staying by the side of a cruel man was a sure way to find trouble.

Deung Cheol-woong saw this as a golden opportunity to escape from King Gujin and took it.

He remembered that much.

After that, darkness descended on him, and when he woke, he found himself in this state.

He had no idea when or how he had been apprehended.

Obviously he had been restrained without even realizing it, but he had no idea who could have done it.

Fear surged within him.

"Who's there? Show yourself now."

He shouted loudly.

Like a scared dog barking loudly.

Deung Cheol-woong yelled at the top of his lungs, but nobody responded.

This caused his fear to intensify.

"Who the hell are you? Fuck!"

Tears streamed down Deung Cheol-woong's face inside the blindfold.

He had made many shed tears of blood from their eyes, but this was the first time shedding his own.

Because he had never experienced this before, it was unfamiliar and terrifying.

"What the fuck did I do to deserve this? Come out! I said, come out."

Deung Cheol-woong yelled at the top of his lungs.


The door opened, perhaps in response to his desperate cry.

Deung Cheol-woong held his breath and concentrated on where the sound was coming from.

Stomp, stomp, stomp!

Someone was walking straight towards him.

And then, an old man's voice echoed.

"Goodness, you have a loud voice, my friend."

"Who are you? Do you know who I am that you dare to do this to me?"

"I do know! You are Deung Cheol-woong of the Blood Ant Chamber, aren't you?"

"You know and yet you are doing this? Can you handle the consequences?"

"Handle? Handle what?"

"Fuck! I'm from the Blood Ant Chamber. You dare to mess with me, You think you can handle messing with me?"

"Cough, cough! What's so terrifying about the Blood Ant Chamber that I should have to handle it or endure it? You overestimate yourself."

There was a hint of laughter in the old man's voice.

Deung Cheol-woong realized that his threats would not work.

His tone changed.

"Old man, who are you?"


"Who are you to do this to me?"

"Who I am is not so important. Who you are is what matters more."

"Damn it! What's this riddle? I don't understand complicated things, so speak plainly".

"Deung Cheol-woong of the Blood Ant Chamber, you've earned much resentment through your numerous misdeeds, including the Palm Pavilion, and there are many people who have been bankrupted or ruined because of you."

"So what? Did they ask for revenge?"

"Do you think they'd ask knowing who I am? You might not know, but it costs a lot to move this old man."

"You didn't receive a request? Then why are you doing this?"

Deung Cheol-woong's anger erupted once more.

By now, he couldn't control his emotions.

He felt cornered.

It was the first time he'd been backed into a corner like this, so he didn't know how to handle his emotions.

His feet were tingling, and his hair stood on end.

He didn't know who the old man was, but he instinctively felt that he was dangerous.

"Fuck! Just spit it out..."

"Alas! You're so fearful, I wonder how you committed those acts."

"What acts?"

"Wasn't it enough that you stole from the Golden Heavenly Hall? That you used King Gujin to take revenge on the Je-won merchant group?"


"You were quite bold. To manipulate King Gujin like that. Because of you, Noh Tae-tae lost her life."

"Are you a member of the Je-won merchant group?"

"Not at all!"

"Then why are you doing this? You're not even a member of the Je-won merchant group."

"Because you caused the Supreme Leader to inconvenience himself."

"The Supreme Leader?"

At that moment, the old man removed the bag that had been over Deung Cheol-woong's face, and the first thing he saw was a torch hanging on the wall.


Deung Cheol-Woong moaned in pain, as if his eyeballs were being pierced with a needle. The pain subsided after a moment, but his eyes were stained with tears.


Deung Cheol-woong shook his head and looked at the old man.

The old man, whose face was full of black moles, was Sal-no.

Sal-no smiled faintly and said,

"In Kangho, they call him the Reaper."

"The Reaper? My goodness!"

Deung Cheol-woong unconsciously dropped his jaw.

 No matter how much he prided himself on his fearlessness, it depended on who he was up against.

The Reaper was the highest-ranking assassin in Kangho.

He was not someone Deung Cheol-woong could dare to challenge.

"The late Noh Tae-tae of Je-won merchant group shared a special bond with the Supreme Leader,"

"You don't say..."

"The Supreme Leader wished for Noh Tae-tae to live a long life and die a natural death, but due to you, she was killed by King Gujin."

"I had no choice in that! How could I resist when King Gujin, a force to be reckoned with, threatened me? Do you think you could have defied him?"

"That is not for me to judge. The important thing is that because of your actions, Noh Tae-tae met her end and the Supreme Leader had to get involved".

"What the fuck! If you harm me, do you think King Gujin will just stand by?"

"That's not your concern."

"What the--!"

"One more thing, your trusted King Gujin is no longer in this world."


"The Supreme Leader severed his lifespan and offered it to Noh Tae-tae's spirit. So don't even think that he will come to your rescue."

Sal-no flashed a toothless grin, exposing the gaps in his gums.

His appearance could not have been more terrifying.

"Agh! So you intend to kill me?"

"Of course I'll kill you. But I won't be the one to do it. I found someone who harbors a deep grudge against you."


Instead of answering, Sal-no gestured toward the iron gate. Then, a masked warrior led someone into the room.

Deng Cheol-woong instantly recognized the person.

"You, you are?"

"You made her family homeless and took away everything she held dear. Not only that, but you've done terrible things to her while keeping her by your side. Her resentment towards you is enough to pierce the heavens.”

The woman brought in by Sal-no's subordinate was Deung Cheol-woong's mistress.

He had lent her father the Palm Pavilion, and when he failed to repay the debt, he had taken her by force to be his plaything.

Deung Cheol-woong was so obsessed with the woman that he always took her with him even when he was being chased by the Je-won merchants.

Before joining the Golden Heavenly Hall, when he was at the safe house, he violated the woman to relieve his anger. Though she was battered and bruised, Deng Cheol-woong continued to torment her without any remorse.

In disbelief, Deng Cheol-woong asked,

"How did you...?"

"Master Sal-no brought me here."

"What about my men?"

“They're all dead.”


“It was nothing, really. Your men, who were so terrifying to me and my family, were nothing to Master Sal-no’s people. Hoho!"

The woman let out a scornful laugh.

The woman let out a chilling laugh mixed with resentment and fury.

Her eyes were filled with a bloodshot rage, as though they might burst into tears at any moment.

Having never seen her in this state before, Deung Cheol-woong felt a shiver run down his spine.

To shake off the fear, Deung Cheol-woong shouted angrily.

“Damn bitch, what the hell are you up to?”

"Master Sal-no said I can do whatever I want with you."

The woman reached out, and Sal-no handed her a dagger.

The sight of her approaching with the blade was eerie and terrifying.

“Hey, hey! What's this about? I'm your husband.”

"I've never thought of you as my husband, not once."

“Don't do this. We've shared a bed for months.”

“That was your lust, not mine.”

“So, you'll kill me?”

“Ha! I begged you to leave my parents alone, didn't I? And what did you do?”

“That was…”

“You killed them without my knowledge, didn't you?”

Her eyes welled up with tears.

She only found out that her parents had been murdered after Sal-no rescued her.

She had endured all the abuse for the sake of her family, only to discover they were all dead.

This realization only fueled her anger.

Deung Cheol-woong thrashed about trying to free himself, but to no avail.

In the end, Deung Cheol-woong pleaded.

“Let's not do this, okay?”

“What's my name?”


“We've been together for so long. Say my name, and I'll spare your life.”

“That, that's…”

“You don't know, do you? I thought so.”

She pressed the blade against Deung Cheol-woong's chest.

The cold feel of the metal made Deung Cheol-woong shudder.

“My name is Oh Jin-eui. My father's name was Oh Deuk-pyeong and my mother's name was Ji Seo-young.  I hoped at least you'd remember the names of the family you've destroyed but expecting that from a dog like you was clearly too much."



With a swift motion, Oh Jin-eui slashed Deung Cheol-woong's chest. However, the blade was short and her strength was not enough to deal a fatal wound; only cutting flesh and muscle.


Oh Jin-eui slashed again with the blade.


Deung Cheol-woong screamed as if his throat was being ripped open but Oh Jin-eui, uncaring, drew her blade again.

Thus, Oh Jin-eui slashed and slashed again.

Deung Cheol-woong's flesh split open and blood splattered all over but she did not stop her hand.

“Because of you, my life turned into hell so you should pay the price too.”

There was madness in Oh Jin-eui's face as she moved the blade.

Watching her, Sal-no quietly stepped outside.

Outside the iron gate, Pyo Wol was leaning against the wall.

Sal-no quickly bowed to Pyo Wol.

"My Lord!"

“Is she the woman who was tormented by that scoundrel?”

"Yes! Her entire family was tormented due to a debt and all eventually lost their lives. She herself was reduced to being his plaything."

Sal-no wore a bitter expression.

He hadn't originally planned to handle things this way. However, Deung Cheol-woong's atrocities had crossed the line making even Sal-no, an assassin, shudder. That's why he had rescued Oh Jin-eui, the biggest victim of Deung Cheol-woong's heinous actions.

He believed that letting her avenge with her own hands was the most fitting retribution.

“Ugh, kill me! Just kill me!”

From within the gate, Deung Cheol-woong's screams echoed continuously.

His gruesome cries persisted for quite a while before abruptly halting. Then, the sound of the woman crying was heard.

“Huu, huu…”

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