Psycho in Ancient World
Copyright© 2026 by K.W
Chapter 16. The Chivalrous Hero
“Did you kill Machil?”
Gi Dae-hyo spoke again to Dong Bong-su, who gave no answer.
Looking to the side, Gi Man-ji was making a startled expression at Gi Dae-hyo’s sudden words. If he were an ordinary murderer, there would have been some kind of expression screaming ‘I’m a killer’ on his face.
Of course, Dong Bong-su’s expression did not change.
Gi Dae-hyo quietly stared into Dong Bong-su’s dull eyes.
Eyes with a wavering focus, foolish eyes that seemed to be roaming in all directions as if terrified by Gi Dae-hyo’s appearance. Even so, Gi Dae-hyo persistently peered into Dong Bong-su’s eyes.
Gi Dae-hyo’s gaze, as if he were about to pluck Dong Bong-su’s eyes out, looked as though it were saying this.
You are the culprit. No, you must be the culprit!
Gi Dae-hyo had spent his entire life dealing with law enforcement and information, and he lived with the pride that in this field he surpassed even the Beggars’ Sect, the Hao Sect, or the authorities. All day today, he had visited every location where the Suicide Plague had occurred.
The results...
None.
His son, Gi Man-ji, told him that perhaps all of this had truly been caused by the plague, but Gi Dae-hyo flatly denied it.
If it were a plague, shouldn’t there be traces of it? Black spots, a rotten stench—wasn’t there not a single sign of any plague?
It could not be a plague.
Then if it was not a plague.
Who was the culprit? Who had to be the culprit?
He had inspected every location, and without exception, each crime scene was a sealed room just like that room at the Bongyang Inn. There were no traces of intrusion, only a suicide left behind. It felt artificial. Too perfect—far too perfect. As if, if a god existed, that god itself had committed the murders.
Once more, he stared into Dong Bong-su’s pupils. Once again, those foolish eyes that made it impossible to tell what he was looking at.
‘No. There’s no way someone like that would have eyes like these.’
Gi Dae-hyo had come to see Dong Bong-su to confirm the final possibility.
Not only had he meticulously examined the scenes, but he had also met everyone who had stayed in the rooms next to the sealed rooms where the suicides occurred. Everyone except Dong Bong-su.
Before coming here, Dong Bong-su had already been the only suspect left.
And now.
Even that last suspect had been cleared of suspicion.
“Hoo—. Let’s go.”
“Yes? Ah, yes. Father.”
Hearing Gi Dae-hyo’s words, Gi Man-ji left the stable with an expression that showed he had no idea what was going on.
Before leaving the stable, Gi Dae-hyo turned his head and looked once more at Dong Bong-su.
‘As expected, it’s not him... ‘
Hands and feet that looked like they would snap if stepped on, a chest that seemed like it would shatter if handled carelessly. That body was absolutely not one that had trained in the bone-shrinking technique. No, to begin with, there was no way he was a hidden master of an unorthodox faction.
A body even weaker than the average neighborhood ruffian. That was Gi Dae-hyo’s assessment of Dong Bong-su.
“Hoo—.”
Leaving behind one final sigh, Gi Dae-hyo disappeared just like that.
He probably would not fall asleep easily tonight. On the other hand, Dong Bong-su—the so-called ‘Suicide Plague carrier’ and the one who had slaughtered gangs of ruffians—would fall into a deep sleep beneath the same roof.
Dong Bong-su’s eyes followed Gi Dae-hyo’s back until he completely left the stable. Through the open door, thick moonlight poured in, licking over Dong Bong-su’s clear yet bizarre eyes as it passed.
What a shame. Gi Dae-hyo should have seen those eyes.
Those eyes of Dong Bong-su, darkly shadowed even under the moonlight.
Creeeak. Thud.
The stable once again became a silent world of darkness.
Dong Bong-su’s shadowed eyes were now able to hide their light within that pitch-black space.
For a brief while, he remained in that posture, organizing in his mind the new rule he had been working on earlier. Then, as always, he lay his body down on his straw-covered nest.
“It looks like things will get busier starting tomorrow.”
A lot of new prey had appeared.
On a night when the moonlight shimmered eerily.
The Suicide Plague vanished from Bongyang without a trace.
And starting tomorrow, a new killing wind would sweep through Bongyang.
New Murim Online Rule 4: When taking items out of the inventory, Dong Bong-su can extract them using any part of his body.
New Murim Online Rule 5: When leveling up, white light bursts from the body, and all wounds on the body are healed. At the same time, all stats increase slightly.
New Murim Online Rule 6: Skills have a proficiency system applied. In other words, the more a skill is used, the more proficient it becomes.
New Murim Online Rule 7: The passive skill piercing vision identifies dangerous factors that approach within a 20-meter radius of Dong Bong-su and informs him.
Not long after the Suicide Plague disappeared.
A rumor like this began circulating in Bongyang.
– An anonymous chivalrous hero has appeared and is punishing the black faction members!
Black faction members referred to the operatives belonging to the black faction. Ordinary civilians often called them by another name: stinking trash.
No matter how much they praised themselves with titles like back-alley chivalrous heroes or shadow guardians, trash was still trash.
The black faction members said, “Illegality is our own survival rule!”
They spewed flashy nonsense that even a dog suffering from summer heat would not bark at, while gripping the back alleys and markets of Bongyang—human scum like that were the black faction members.
The people of the market carried on their livelihoods, and in order to avoid starving to death, they had no choice but to continue paying money under the pretense of protection fees to the black faction. Inside, dissatisfaction overflowed, ready to spill out at any moment—but what could they do?
Poverty is a sin. Weakness is a sin. And yet, being forced to endure and live on is the greatest sin of all.
And then.
One day, the black faction members suddenly began to die. At first, when one or two died, people thought it was merely an internal power struggle within the black faction. But one became two, two became four, four became eight...
And then, eventually.
Among the Three-Colored Black Factions that ruled Bongyang’s back alleys, the White Tiger Group and the Red Wolf Sect were annihilated, leaving only the Black Snake Association.
People did not hesitate to call him a chivalrous hero. They praised him as a true hero who practiced justice from the shadows.