Heavenly Martial God - H.M.G Chapter 7 (Part 2):

When he arrived at his destination, Namgoong Hyuk’s eyes widened.

‘This is the Heavenl Martial Storage?’

A majestic four-story pavilion towered before him.

The blue-tiled roof and high walls dwarfed even the grandest manors.

Oddly, Geum Cheom Sang—who had seemed ready to chase him down—had let him go without a fuss.

Thanks to that, he’d easily found the Heavenly Martial Storage.

It matched the Sword King’s bragging almost exactly.

‘They really don’t do anything small.’

The Sword King’s boasting hadn’t been empty.

— Let me tell you about our family’s glorious history—

— If you start again, I’ll kill you.

— …Did I ever tell you about the Heavenly Martial Storage?

— The what?

— Yes. The foundation of our family’s… Ahem. Everything began with the Heavenly Martial Storage. A millennium of history lies within. I often call it the heart of our family.

‘The Heavenly Martial Storage.’

The Heavenly Martial Storage was a vault accessible only to the Namgoong bloodline.

A smirk curled Namgoong Hyuk’s lips.

‘Sword King, I’ll put it to good use.’

If the Sword King had bragged about it, it must be impressive. That guy had been a decent martial artist, after all.

If he could get his hands on a few orthodox martial techniques, he could refine them with his own insights. Creating new arts would just be a matter of time.

Namgoong Hyuk strode toward the Heavenly Martial Storage.

The security was tight.

The guards were no pushovers either—they’d be considered decently strong in the martial world.

Still grinning, Namgoong Hyuk walked right up to them.

Confidently.

“Mind if I take a look inside?”

“Gah! Second Young Master!”

The guards nearly jumped out of their skins.

“You can’t be here!”

“Why not?”

“It’s bad for your health! Please return to your quarters! Now!”

“I just want a quick peek.”

“No! Not a chance! The Family Head has strictly forbidden your entry!”

The guard stood firm, blocking his path.

Though his tone was concerned, the overprotectiveness was obvious.

But Namgoong Hyuk was in a good mood.

“Relax, relax. I’m perfectly fine. Look.”

He lifted his right leg and wiggled it, proving his health.

“See? All good. Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

Just as he tried to step past—

“My apologies.”

“Right, well, no need to apologize. Just step asi—”

“The Family Head’s orders, Second Young Master!”

The guard, looking conflicted, suddenly steeled himself—and lunged at Namgoong Hyuk.

“Huh? Hey! What the—?!”

A sneak attack?

Him, the Second Young Master?

Before he could process it, the guard effortlessly hoisted him onto his shoulder.

“Wha—?!”

Dangling like a sack of rice, Namgoong Hyuk was lifted onto the guard’s shoulder as he reeled in disbelief.

It was so absurd he didn’t even know how to react.

He was just… stunned.

*Tatatatat!*

The guard broke into a sprint.

Namgoong Hyuk’s head bobbed with each step.

‘……Huh.’

Being carried like luggage over someone’s shoulder…

*Me, Ha Hoo Young?*

He stared in disbelief as the Heavenly Martial Storage grew smaller in the distance.

‘……What kind of humiliation is this?’

A mix of absurdity and emptiness flickered across his face.

*Thud.*

“……”

Back in his room, Namgoong Hyuk sat on the bed, staring at the door.

The guard’s retreating figure vanished quickly.

A heavy silence fell.

Namgoong Hyuk dragged a hand down his face.

“……I got carried back.”

A novel experience.

So novel he was speechless.

And Geum Cheom Sang? The man was calmly setting out teacups as if he’d expected this.

Like it was the most natural outcome.

With a hollow laugh, Namgoong Hyuk muttered,

“Didn’t expect them to actually stop me.”

Scaling walls was one thing, but who would’ve thought the Second Young Master of the Namgoong Family would be barred from the Martial Storage?

It was like stopping a merchant’s son from learning trade or a scholar’s child from studying—except they’d gone so far as to outright ban access.

He couldn’t let this slide.

He needed to show them who he was.

The best way to break overprotectiveness?

*Show them your strength.*

“I’ll smash through them all.”

Subdue the guards and march into the Storage with confidence.

What could they do once he was inside?

Even if they dragged him out, he’d at least grab a manual or two.

Namgoong Hyuk headed out again, making a beeline for the Heavenly Martial Storage.

The same guard from before spotted him immediately.

“Hey!”

“Gah! Second Young Master! You can’t keep coming here!”

The guard flinched, his face a mix of panic and exasperation.

Namgoong Hyuk strode forward.

He planted himself right in front of the man.

Just as he was about to cycle his Clear Mind Profound Heart Technique and overwhelm him—

A swarm of guards rushed out and surrounded him.

“…A joint attack?”

Caught off guard by this unexpected turn, Namgoong Hyuk faltered.

This wasn’t part of the plan.

‘Isn’t this a bit much for an invalid?’

The honor of the martial world had truly hit rock bottom. These damned orthodox sect bastards—same old tricks, overwhelming with numbers then and now!

Scowling, Namgoong Hyuk glared at them.

The guards hesitated, reaching out but unsure how to proceed.

They looked like they were handling priceless porcelain.

“Oh no, Young Master!”

“Young Master, if you stay here, we’ll get in huge trouble!”

“What are you waiting for? Move!”

“Careful, don’t hurt him!”

The guards swarmed in.

With terrifying coordination, they each grabbed a limb.

Namgoong Hyuk’s jaw dropped at their seamless teamwork.

“Uh……”

This wasn’t the plan.

Lifted into the air, the guards broke into a synchronized sprint.

A cloud of dust kicked up behind them.

Dangling from their grip, Namgoong Hyuk could only stare blankly at the sky.

This time, it wasn’t the ceiling—but the actual sky.

Fluffy white clouds drifted rapidly across the blue expanse.

In the blink of an eye, he was back in his quarters.

*Thud!*

*Plop!*

Namgoong Hyuk sat on his bed, utterly speechless.

The guards bowed deeply.

“We’re very sorry, Second Young Master.”

“We’ll take our leave now!”

“We’ve reported everything to the Family Head, so don’t worry!”

…Why would they report that?!

Namgoong Hyuk watched numbly as they filed out.

“……I’m screwed.”

If Namgoong Jang Cheon found out, the nagging would be endless.

“I told you not to go.”

Geum Cheom Sang tsked as he poured tea.

Namgoong Hyuk’s brow twitched.

“Did you really not know you’d get turned away at the gate?”

“Thanks for telling me now.”

“I thought you knew!”

“If it was that obvious, you should’ve warned me one more time. It’s important.”

“Ah… You’re right. Wow.”

Watching Geum Cheom Sang’s awed expression, Namgoong Hyuk clicked his tongue.

“How are you not fired yet?”

“Hehe. It’s all about reading the—”

“If you’re so good at reading the room, you should know you’re about to get hit, right?”

“……”

Geum Cheom Sang shut his mouth and hastily poured the tea.

*Drip, drip.*

The fragrant aroma cleared his mind.

“Don’t you know any martial arts? Don’t most attendants of young masters learn some?”

“Heh heh, I don’t know how to fight.”

“Impressive.”

Geum Cheom Sang puffed up proudly.

“Even if I did, there’s no way I could defeat the guards of the Heavenly Martial Storage. If I could, I wouldn’t be here pouring tea; I’d have joined the Sky Sword Unit. Besides, why would I fight my own clan’s people?”

……Fair point.

Sipping his tea, Namgoong Hyuk gazed out the window.

The blue roof of the Heavenly Martial Storage was visible in the distance.

‘So the front gate’s a no-go.’

The guards would just drag him back the moment they saw him.

But who said he had to enter through the gate?

‘I’ll break through the damn wall if I have to.’

Namgoong Hyuk slurped the tea loudly.

The scalding liquid burned his throat.

“Gah! Why’s it so hot?!”

“……You’re supposed to blow on it.”

Geum Cheom Sang demonstrated.

Namgoong Hyuk glared at him, then followed suit.

“Fine. Hoo, hoo.”

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