All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!-Chapter 114: The Divine Thief’s Stash

[Protagonist POV]

Even after she finished, I sat there, replaying her words—

’The Divine Thief’s stash...’

"Hey, I wanna test something—be right back!"

"Huh?"

Leaving her confused, I darted to the room she’d given me, pulling a blue orb from my cloak—

A treasure I’d swiped from Master’s stash when I left the mountains—

I didn’t know its full purpose, but I’d figured some out—

Its energy boosted my fortune-telling accuracy—

Or I could craft a virtual world inside it for precise info—

The latter drained my mind and was tricky, so I stuck to the former—

’...Could this work?’

Fortune-telling reads the heavens to peek at the future—us diviners can’t nail it perfectly because fate’s not a single path—

A butterfly’s wingbeat sparking a storm—small shifts warp the future, making it fluid, unfixed—

Countless threads of fate weave the world—no human can read them all—

But flip that—sometimes divinations hit near 100% accuracy—

Past records—

Stuff set decades ago, untouched, hidden—like ruins—my ability shines there—

One hitch—

I’m too weak—

Most opportunities come with risks—

Traps in ruins, obvious—

Cliffside treasures? I can’t reach—

Pills I could grab and erase traces? Useless to me—

Selling them defeats the point of hiding evidence—

Same deal now—

Say I pinpoint the Divine Thief’s stash and its traps—

My goal isn’t the loot—it’s spreading the rumor to bury mine—

’...How do I spread it?’

Whispering in a tavern incognito? No guarantee I wouldn’t get tracked—

Blabbing I found it? Backwards insanity—

’...Gotta keep this from Dang Ayeong too.’

Telling her and asking help? My value—already sky-high—would blast past the cosmos—

A guy who sees the future, breaks martial walls, and hunts ancient hauls?

Even a fool could see that’s immeasurable—

’...So what now?’

Spreading it solo’s too dicey—need an ally—

Someone who knows I see the future—

Won’t covet my skills or the stash—

And keeps secrets tight—

"..."

Listing it out, one name clicked—

Yeo Socheon—

She knows I see the future—

As the Heavenly Gods’ saintess, she’s got no need for my tricks—

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Aside from the Heavenly Earth Gods, she had no interest—likely no grand ambitions either.

...If push came to shove, I could even make her swear by their name.

But there was one problem.

"...How do I meet Yeo So-cheon?"

To have a conversation, I’d need to find her first. Right now, I didn’t even know where she was, and I couldn’t exactly step outside myself. If I were certain she was still at the Martial Alliance, I could ask Dang Ah-young for help, but...

I’d heard she usually stayed holed up in Mount Kunlun. Was she still at the Alliance, or had she returned there in the meantime? I had no clue.

"If only there were a way to call her..."

I didn’t have telepathy, and I couldn’t exactly send a message to someone whose location was a mystery. If only she’d show up unannounced like she did the first time we met...

"...Wait."

A sudden thought flashed through my mind.

She hadn’t come out of nowhere that first time. She’d appeared to reprimand me for my disrespectful behavior toward the Heavenly Earth Gods.

So, flipping that around...

"If I mock the Heavenly Earth Gods again, she’ll come running!"

It felt like a light bulb flickered on above my head. I’d completely forgotten the scolding she’d given me last time—probably because the past week with Dang Ah-young had been so intense that my brain hadn’t had room to dwell on it.

Convinced I’d stumbled upon a miraculous solution, I started small with a playful taunt.

Bleh.

I lowered my hood and stuck my tongue out at the sky. I didn’t know how much provocation it’d take to summon her, so I figured I’d begin with something cute.

"A pathetic ♥ loser who can’t even meddle properly in the mortal world. A scarecrow ♥ strutting around as a god without even taking care of its own."

[...]

"Beggar ♥. Dragging me here without even offering proper hospitality. I might just defect to that saintess over there ♥."

[This guy’s lost it...]

BOOM!

For a split second, I thought I heard a voice, but before I could process it, a figure smashed through the wall with a thunderous kick.

"What do you think the gods are to you?!" Yeo So-cheon roared, her face a mix of fury and indignation.

Blue lightning crackled around her, a testament to how urgently she’d rushed here.

"Didn’t I make it clear last time?! Didn’t you promise not to do it again?! Do you have any idea how much they’ve sacrificed for you?!"

Perfect—my plan worked. I’d summoned her. Now I just needed to calm her down and talk—

Shing.

"I can’t let this slide. I can’t stand by and watch an ungrateful wretch like you exploit their grace for your own selfish desires," she declared.

"...Huh?"

She drew her sword.

Crackle, crackle.

The atmosphere turned far more menacing than I’d anticipated, cold sweat trickling down my back. I’d assumed it’d be like last time—a few smacks on the rear and done—but her eyes glinted with deadly intent. Her flushed face, ragged breathing, disheveled clothes, and sweat-drenched body suggested she’d been in the middle of something serious.

"To stop you from chasing your greed, I’ll cut you off from the outside world entirely—"

"Uh... Can I ask what you were doing before you came here?" I interrupted.

Startle!

Her murderous aura evaporated in an instant, replaced by flustered embarrassment.

"W-W-W-What?!" she stammered.

"You just look like you rushed here in a hurry..."

"I-I... I was training! Training! Unlike you, I’m a martial artist who has to constantly refine myself!"

"Oh..."

Her appearance did match someone who’d bolted over mid-intense training, so I nodded inwardly. That explained her reaction—being yanked away from a crucial session by my antics would understandably tick off a martial artist who valued discipline. It made sense she’d be this mad.

"Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to drag you away from something important," I said.

"Huh...?"

"I didn’t have a choice, though. With rumors flying around, I can’t step outside, and I don’t even know where you are. What else was I supposed to do? I don’t have any other way to contact you, do I?"

"T-That’s... true?"

"And you’re the reason I’m in this mess in the first place."

"Well... that’s... kind of true, but..."

She chewed her lip, her expression wavering as if questioning herself: "Is this right?"

But my next words threw her into a full-blown panic.

"So you need to take responsibility."

"What?!"

I wondered inwardly if it was that shocking.

"R-Responsibility?" she squeaked.

"Yeah. You’re not planning to dodge it, are you?"

"W-Well... you said before I didn’t need to take responsibility..."

"...?"

I frowned, confused. When had I said she didn’t need to take responsibility? What was she talking about?

"...Oh."