Psycho in Ancient World
Copyright© 2026 by K.W
Chapter 5. Conception
Could it be that I still hadn’t logged out?
That question flashed through my mind, but it vanished far faster than it had appeared.
This agonizing pain surging through my whole body?
It was a vividness I could never feel inside a game. If sensations like this could be implemented in-game ... Dong Bong-su would never have logged out in the first place. He’d probably still be hunting even now.
He forced his eyes to focus harder to check the hologram letters. With that, the swollen corner of his eye split and blood trickled down. Still, only the pain increased—his vision didn’t improve at all.
‘Then.’
If my eyesight won’t cooperate, I just need to increase the light.
Dong Bong-su turned his gaze toward the window where moonlight poured in. A brilliant full moon came into view and lit his eyes, and the contents of the translucent hologram window stamped a decisive period on this unreal situation.
[The device has malfunctioned abnormally, causing logout to fail. Would you like to attempt disconnection once more? Yes or No]
A device error?
Dong Bong-su was puzzled. This scene that felt so real, the intensely stimulating smell—were all these sensations that tightened around his whole body, sending tingles through it, really just the result of a machine’s error?
He couldn’t understand it.
I should confirm it.
Dong Bong-su raised his hand without hesitation and thrust it into the hologram.
Beep -.
He saw the ‘No’ button warp, and the operator’s flat, emotionless voice carved itself into his brain.
Vrrrrr.
– You have selected ‘No.’ Then, we will return you to Murim Online. One, two, three...
The crackling mechanical noise slammed into Dong Bong-su’s head. At the same time, it felt as if his brain were being torn apart, and he slowly began to lose consciousness.
In his fading awareness, the Murim Online operator’s emotionless voice rang out.
– Then we wish you a pleasant time with Murim Online...
Machil hadn’t been in a good mood these past few days—more precisely, for the last two weeks. In crude terms, it was enough to make him go crazy and start jumping off the walls.
He was already busy enough with armory drudgework, and on top of that he’d been saddled with an annoying chore, so how could he not be?
Even now, he was carrying Sosam’s breakfast porridge to the stables.
“Ah, in this big Danri Family, am I the only one who can clean up that bastard’s shit? Why do I always have to do this fucking dogshit work?”
Two weeks ago, on the day Sosam went with him to the weapon shop to pick up equipment, Sosam made a mistake and got seriously injured.
Once the job was done, he should’ve just gone home like a good boy, but no—he wandered around the busy streets in the evening and ended up getting into trouble.
According to something Machil heard from one of the bystanders back then, Sosam suddenly blocked the path of Paeng Do-ryang. Paeng Do-ryang was the bodyguard of Danri Hee, the second daughter of the Danri Family Head. Danri Hee was such a hellion that even the clan lord, Danri Cheon-u, could barely rein her in. If you blocked her bodyguard’s way, you ought to count it a miracle Sosam was still alive.
While Sosam was getting beaten to a pulp by Paeng Do-ryang, Machil was at Bongyang Inn, getting an eyeful—no, a mouthful—of that buzzing bitch’s naked flesh. He’d vented his pent-up lust and, feeling satisfied, was returning to the clan when he found Sosam collapsed in a pool of blood.
He slung him over his back and carried him back.
When he first dumped him in the stable, Machil thought Sosam was dead. In a moment of panic, Machil had simply left him there and walked out.
But when he went to the stable the next day, Sosam was awake.
That’s when Machil thought: This bastard’s really stubborn—disgustingly so. To come back to his senses in just one day, in that state.
But for Machil, that turned out to be bad news.
“If that little shit Mabyeonsam had just died, it would’ve been way better. Fuck.”
Because Sosam was clinging to that pathetic life, Machil was stuck taking over his work until the guy fully recovered.
It only took a few days to find a new Horse Stable Hireling. But looking at the state Sosam was in now, it seemed like it would take at least another month before he’d recover.
Worse, that incident had turned Sosam into an idiot. Not only could he not speak, his memory didn’t seem intact either. When he woke up sometimes and Machil tried talking to him, Sosam didn’t recognize him at all and said nothing. Machil checked, thinking maybe something was wrong with his tongue, but there was nothing abnormal.
Maybe the shock had given him aphasia. Maybe even if he healed up, he’d still be useless.
“Damn it! For me, Lord Machil, to have to wipe the ass of some brain-dead runt!”
Today again, every task Sosam was supposed to do belonged to Machil. And on top of that, the clan had dumped the whole business of treating Sosam on him too.
Stable work is brutal. Machil knew that better than anyone. Until Sosam came here more than ten years ago, Machil himself had been the Horse Stable Hireling.
Walking the horses, cleaning up horse shit, tidying the stable—those were nothing. The hardest job was, from time to time, having to accompany the Danri Family people on outings as a horse attendant.
A horse attendant was, in common slang, “a human footstool.” In other words, when the Danri Family people mounted their horses, you had to crouch beneath them and serve as the step.
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