Heavenly Martial God - H.M.G Chapter 3 (Part 1):

“It’s a fracture.”

The elderly head of the medical hall spoke with a calm gaze.

“To be precise, both ankles are fractured in three places. Here, here, and here.”

His wrinkled hand poked at the ankles one by one.

Ha Hoo Young stared blankly at the bandages wrapped around his ankles.

Looking at the bandages wrapped tightly like a cocoon, a sense of absurdity washed over him.

“…Broken?”

“Yes, exactly three places are broken.”

“What? You’re saying my legs broke from that fall?”

And in three places, no less?

The head of the medical hall nodded slowly.

“Yes. But it’s a stroke of luck. You fell so perfectly that only three places broke cleanly.”

What the hell is this old man talking about?

How is breaking a leg a stroke of luck?

“Does a human body break that easily? Say something that makes sense!”

“Didn’t I tell you before, Young Master? Your body is weaker than you think.”

“Even if it’s weak, this is ridiculous!”

This is beyond frustrating.

But this old fool isn’t joking around either.

“A human body isn’t made of porcelain!”

“You’re absolutely right.”

“…What?”

“You remember exactly what I told you before. I said your body is essentially like porcelain.”

“What—What kind of body is that?!”

“A porcelain body.”

“……”

“Ahem, but if you take the herbal decoction I’ve prepared, your bones will heal quickly.”

“This is…”

Words failed him.

Comparing a human body to porcelain?

A body that shatters into pieces with a single tap?

‘I used to have a body that could chew up even the indestructible steel!’

From the time he was called the Supreme One until his ascension, his bones had never broken, not even a sprained finger.

But now, a body that breaks with a tap? The concept felt utterly alien.

‘…So, I’ve woken up in this pathetic weakling of a body? This frail thing?’

Swish, swish.

Whether aware of Ha Hoo Young’s thoughts or not, the old physician waved his hand back and forth in front of him.

“Hmm, it seems you also have a mild concussion. What a stroke of luck. I’ll prepare another decoction for you to take. With such a frail body, you’ll need to be cautious—very cautious—from now on.”

Ha Hoo Young couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.

“This damn…”

“Anger isn’t good for you. Try to stay positive…”

The head of the medical hall went on and on with his precautions, but Ha Hoo Young wasn’t listening.

His gaze drifted into the void.

‘What the hell did you bastards do to me?! You damn immortals!’

You sick freaks! What kind of twisted minds do this sort of thing?!

Overwhelmed by anger and disbelief, reality hit him hard.

‘Sh*t… If my body’s like this, then I’m stuck here until it heals.’

Wow… just wow.

As Ha Hoo Young let out a sigh, he suddenly laughed.

A hollow chuckle escaped his lips.

“Heh heh.”

The physician flinched at the eerie atmosphere.

“…Young Master?”

“Heh heh heh, heh heh heh heh.”

It seemed those bastard immortals had set him up perfectly in this helpless state.

The Supreme One, of all people.

“Heh heh heh heh heh.”

The man once called the greatest in the world now trapped in this pathetic body.

His expression twisted, and the laughter died down.

Geum Cheom Sang, who had been watching from the side, glanced at the physician.

“Head of the Medical Hall, why is he…?”

The physician, who couldn’t possibly know the reason, faltered.

“W-Well, it must be the shock… Ahem! Let’s prepare the decoction I mentioned first.”

“Y-yes, yes.”

“I’ll come back at this time every day to check his pulse!”

The head of the medical hall hurriedly left.

Ha Hoo Young stared blankly at his retreating figure.

Then, suddenly, anger surged within him.

Ever since he woke up in this body, anger would flare up at random moments.

A gurgling sound rose from his throat.

“Those damned immortal bastards… Urgh!”

Unconsciously clenching his teeth, a groan escaped as his jaw ached.

The pain was so intense it felt like his jaw might dislocate, and his energy drained away again.

Even anger was beyond him in this body—All he could do was sigh and remain silent.

“Young Master, the decoction is being prepared. Please wait a moment.”

Ha Hoo Young quietly nodded his head.

‘…With this body, I can’t do anything. Absolutely nothing.’

Forget ascension or whatever—heading to the Heavenly Mountain in this state would be a one-way ticket to an early grave.

No, even tripping over a wall and falling could kill him.

In the end, Ha Hoo Young had no choice but to shift his focus.

‘…First, I need to check if I have any internal energy and then refine this body.’

The experiences and insights from his past life were still vividly etched in his mind. Among the countless knowledge he possessed, there were methods to train even this pathetic body.

Even if it’s a porcelain body, with enough cultivation, it can be hardened.

Ha Hoo Young calmed his mind.

It wasn’t for nothing that he had seized the opportunity to ascend six times over ten years.

Managing his emotions was nothing.

The journey to the Heavenly Mountain was merely delayed.

His body might be incomparably weaker than before, but with refinement and training, it could be remade.

The one advantage of this new body was the abundance of time he now had.

Grrrrumble.

As his mind settled, hunger crept in.

“I’m hungry, and this is just absurd.”

The reality of his situation hit him anew. His past body never felt hunger, but now he was starving.

“For now, I need to eat something.”

Ha Hoo Young shook off the sense of emptiness and absurdity, waiting for Geum Cheom Sang.

Since he’s the one taking care of Namgoong Hyuk, he’ll probably bring food too.

Not long after—

Creak!

“Young Master, I’m here.”

“Oh!”

Ha Hoo Young exclaimed in admiration.

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