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New West

[One thousand years have passed since China was unified into one. It means that more than a thousand years have passed since the reign of iron fist through the transcendent military power of successive emperors and the powerful imperial army. It was also a time when the descendants of heroes who stood up for the people and the world who were falling into chaos were not enough to be corrupted by power. The will of Gojo, who established a new empire to prevent the tyranny of the emperor, has already been tainted by the blood of the people and the disgusting greed of those who possessed it to the point that it is difficult to recognize.

The absolute emperor who does not allow opposition and the imperial army who blindly follow his will have sucked up countless blood over a long period of time and have become a monster that cannot be seen with eves open.

Unblocked roads and enlarged cities based on the powerful imperial power bring down the stars of the sky to the ground at night. It may have been natural for the people of the Empire who grew up hearing the myth of Gojo, who founded this empire, that many people who had not seen it, stood up with their swords as warriors, scoundrels, and wise men.

However, among the countless slayers, none was able to broke the emperor or the imperial army.

I didn’t know that maybe it was normal.

It is not easy defeat an emperor who has learned the martial arts with the full support of a country, and an emperor who has been raised as the strongest among everyone, to lose to those who have learned the old school martial arts alone and locked up themselves in a mountainous area.

Even if they gathered the powerless people and raised an army to a million, they will be defeated by the 100,000 imperial troops came who swung their swords only ten times.

They would be left with no choice but to be wiped out.

In the end, it was a natural sequence that the purpose of learning martial arts for the clans in China was to

become an imperial soldier, and to become a martial artist in order to stand out in front of the emperor. In the end, countless people in the Empire are exploited by merchants with large amounts of capital and greedy ducks greedy for power. In the end Empire became a place devoted to serving the stomachs of those who sit on top of it. So people spent the days of despair, wondering if this is another aspect of hell.

Then one day…..

A new land was discovered. It was a land that appeared when a giant sailing boat sailed for several days in the vast eastern sea.

It was a huge land with vast meadows and forests, high mountains and deep valleys, indifferent wilderness and profane rivers. In addition, there were plants and animals that were very similar to those of China, and there were also monsters and people who were not very different. The current emperor, who had just ascended to the throne at the time, was surprised when the project that the previous emperor had endeavoured to fill his boredom was really successful.

According to the records of the person present at the time, the emperor looked really dignified when he saw the flora and fauna of the new continent brought by the expedition, people a little different from the imperial people, gold and silver, etc. It was also a figure suitable for the iron-blooded emperor of an empire, which had been in good health for over a thousand years, and rather grew stronger as the days passed. However, perhaps his indifference was not his perfect intention.

Many treasures and new sailing ships were bestowed upon those who explored the new continent.

With the order to establish a stable sea route between the New World and the Empire.

Although the Empire’s all-out efforts were nothing more than a way to entertain the emperor, the expedition and shipbuilding industry supported by the expedition quickly completed the route and map. And a number of imperial people began to cross the sea on the created route in huge ships.

Aboriginal peoples in the New World consisted of only a little over a hundred tribal groups at best. Moreover, they did not cultivate particularly large fields.

Naturally, unoccupied lands abounded, and in the eyes of the subjects of the Empire, it was their only chance to escape the grip of the cruel greedy ducks and relentless denials and take possession of their own. In a situation where tens or millions of people had crossed the sea over the course of several decades, the emperor, instead of drying it, built a fleet under the imperial family to compete with the ships of other merchants and transported people. Moreover, he issued a decree that the land they had worked there with their own hands belonged them. In my opinion, the emperor expected that even if the people of the empire, which numbered hundreds of millions, crossed a handful of seas, there would be no problem. On the contrary, there is a possibility that they were happy inside that the people were plowing the fields on their own without the need to waste the power of the imperial family and cultivate new land.

And then, decades later, at the end of his reign, or at the time of his son’s generation, when the land was ripe, it was clear that he would send the ruthless imperial army to devour them all.

However, there was something that even the Iron-Blood Emperor and the Imperial Army could not guess. That is, it was not only the helpless people who crossed the sea. The new dynasty where the scoundrels who struggled to keep their ties even in the shadows while avoiding the eyes of the emperor, the secretaries who saw opportunities hidden in the deep mountains and valleys, the families of the old dynasties who only thought they had died and disappeared, and those who had hidden themselves from the power of the emperor and built up their strength crossed the sea dreaming of a new world. Of course, it wasn’t just those who were willing to cross the sea. Criminals who have sinned in the dark of the city, greedy gluttons hoping to win a share in the new continent, mad demons trained in evil magic tricks, and all kinds of evil and selfish people have crossed the sea.

The educated people at the time feared that all those people would gather in one place and explode like water poured into boiling oil. It was assumed that such a catastrophe would result in the loss of lives of so many people. But it was only a one in a million scenario.

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In my opinion, there were many reasons for this to not happen, and among them the but the biggest one is that the new continent was very wide, and I think it was because there were very few people compared to the size of the new continent.

Looking at the current situation, I know that many literate people are pouring out as many books and lines as the number of literate people. And on top of that, I want to weave a single stream of my humble thoughts. It means that the emperor’s intention to devour this land will fail.

This land, which will be overflowing with sorcerers and evil men, good men and demons, can be said to be a return to the ancient Moorim a thousand years ago, I dare say.

Innumerable beliefs and intentions of each, selfishness, greed, and all martial arts in the world will fight to carry out each other’s will. The sparks and sweat splashing there will become the new life force of the Moorim and will squirm, and will have a tough and hard atmosphere unlike the one the emperor thought. Without imperial oppression, the struggle for each belief will become the reality of the old romance and kindle a spark in their hearts. The fire of Moorim, which has rekindled after a thousand years, cannot be extinguished easily by the power of the emperor and the imperial army across the sea…)

The contents of the back of the book were soaked in blood and could not be read.

“When is this story?”

The man who was crouching and rummaging through the book fluttered it a couple of times without meaning in his hand and threw it to the floor. The book fell on the chest of the corpse that lay looking at the

sky.

Thanks to the large wound there, the rest of the book, which was still intact, was slowly soaked in blood.

“The human country, which was originally about five hundred years old, passed a thousand years is because of the Moorim and Mugong. Why are you looking for romance there?”

The man, who had blown a stinky pint glass at the dead person, immediately lengthened his lip as if grimacing and turned his head away. And he frowned at the reddish sunset light that pierced his eyes. The sun was slanting over the wide plain that drew the elongated horizon, shed the last rays of the day. The soft clouds stretched widely over the plain and were clearly divided into those receiving the setting sun and those that did not, boasting their diversity.

And it was the same with the bodies around the man. The corpses of about seven or eight, including men, women, and the elderly, were lying on their backs with large wounds on their bodies.

The carriage with one of its wheels broken was lying on its back, and it looked as if it had been stolen from the fact that the luggage was cluttered and the carcass of the horse was missing.

The crouched man stood up slowly, looking at the cooling bodies with his eyes as wide as a stray wagon.

His eyes turned to the loose rags around the carriage. The man wondered if there was anything useful, and he searched, but in the end got nothing. But there were still some clothes that a small child could wear.

There are no children among the corpses lying now, so the thieves must have taken them.

They would raise them as thieves like them, or they would sell them at a cheap price.

“…I am so sorry.”

The man who muttered to himself put the hat he was holding in his left hand on his head, spit lightly, and let out a few short whistles. Then his horse, Cao Cao, who was a little far away, approached.

The man, who drew the sword from his waist, climbed into the saddle of his horse with an unstoppable motion, and tapped his horse in the waist with his foot placed in a stirrup. The horse Jojo understood the master’s intentions from the movement, and started running out of the place with a bluish tantrum.

The horse and he ran over the red plain.

A dry wind mixed with sand blew under the man’s clothes and hat, and the saddle swayed as the horse moved leaving behind the corpses that had been dead for less than half a day and ran towards the setting sun.

It was late afternoon in the New World.

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