Episode 1. Among Them, I Am the Most

Most people of the jianghu are insane.

Because they are the sort who train day and night to kill people, who skip meals and hold in their shit while sitting in meditation just to increase their inner force.

How insane is that?

It is like a monkey swinging twin blades all day long to kill other monkeys, or sitting cross-legged without moving a muscle because it is not skilled enough yet.

A mad monkey swinging twin blades.

A mad monkey practicing wall-gazing meditation.

That is the essence of a person of the jianghu.

Chivalrous heroes who claim they want to help others, and the Murim Alliance that always shouts that they are justice, are not much different. Whether chivalrous hero or Alliance Leader, in the field called martial arts, they are all madly seized by the desire to be superior to others.

In that sense, martial arts make madmen even madder.

Just as there is no end to learning, there is no end to mastering martial arts.

Because they choose a road with no visible end and try to reach its final destination, people of the jianghu go mad faster than others. Sometimes both body and mind go mad at once, and this is called qi deviation (走火入魔).

Naturally, I have experienced it too.

The sages of old said, “Do not pass it on to those unworthy of being human.”

It means not to teach anything to those lacking in character, but in truth, martial arts may be the very study that must never be taught to those who are not human.

What happens when a madman obtains profound martial arts?

He gives free rein to humanity’s instinctive desires without the slightest hesitation.

When lechers mad for women and devils mad for slaughter swarm like a plague, and the number of those who train in martial arts to kill such bastards increases again, that place is the jianghu.

Therefore, when people say that the principles of the jianghu have fallen to the ground, it means that there are more madmen who have learned martial arts than normal people who have learned martial arts.

When there are too many madmen, the chivalrous heroes who try to catch them inevitably go mad as well, so the jianghu has always spun in madness, then and now.

In that jianghu, I lived by beating madmen to death.

Madmen were hidden even in the White Path, and there were quite a few in the Black Path.

As for the Demonic Path, they are bastards who compete over who is madder and even establish rankings for it.

I attacked anyone who deserved to die, regardless of faction, and so I made many enemies everywhere. Even so, I hate the Demonic Path most of all.

In the White Path, there are often chivalrous heroes who try to fulfill the duties of a human being.

Even in the Black Path, there are often bold men who try not to cross the line.

But the Demonic Path, for the most part, are like half-mad monkeys: they spew poison from their mouths, pour lightning from their blades, and torment people not only with petty tricks like suddenly leaping out from the darkness, but also with bizarre skills that freeze their surroundings with inner force.

When such mad monkeys have seized most of the jianghu, it is called an age under the Demonic Path, and that is the era we are in now.

I beat madmen to death by any means necessary.

And yet there are still far too many monkeys around me.

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I am the Mad Demon.